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In all honesty, Poe should be used to Ranpo’s shenanigans by now.
Ranpo had pulled him off to the side and practically attacked him, pressing their mouths together in hot, open-mouthed kisses.
“Ranpo-” Poe pleaded between kisses. “We’re in public-”
“So?” Ranpo asked. “You should’ve thought of that before you left the house looking like that. ”
“I’m dressed the same as I always am,” Poe said, confused. “I don’t understand.”
“Your hair,” Ranpo muttered between kisses down Poe’s neck. “It’s getting long.”
Oh.
That’s right. Poe hadn’t gotten his hair cut in some time. (He was, admittedly, a bit nervous to go to a Japanese barber. He wasn’t sure if his Japanese was good enough to support the lengthy conversation he was expecting…) Poe had also tied his hair back today- not his bangs, though, which still completely obscured the upper part of his face- and evidently, Ranpo was feeling some type of way over that.
“Wait- Wait, Ranpo,” Poe said when Ranpo’s fingers darted up to the top-most button of Poe’s shirt. “We should- um, we should go somewhere more private.” He was already stumbling over his words.
“I like the way you think, hon,” Ranpo practically purred out, already dragging him out the building by the hand.
“Where are we going?” Poe asked, and Ranpo smiled.
“The car.”
“We’re going home?”
“I didn’t say that,” Ranpo said. Poe’s eyes widened a bit.
He was rather unceremoniously shoved into the backseat of the car, and Ranpo climbed in after- then shut the door and locked it. He positioned himself between Poe’s legs as Poe tried to get comfortable. He was far too tall to be laying in a car like this.
“C’mere, let me kiss you,” Ranpo said, already leaning forward. Poe obeyed, echoing the movement and making a small, surprised noise when Ranpo eagerly pressed into him. He licked into Poe’s mouth.
Poe kissed back- his hands were a bit occupied holding himself up, but he shivered when Ranpo’s fingers began undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“Fuck, honey,” Ranpo muttered under his breath between kisses, and Poe felt something twist in his stomach at the reverence with which Ranpo spoke. “Gorgeous, gorgeous boy.” Poe must’ve been bright red by that point, given the way Ranpo pulled away and admired him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Poe said, embarrassed. He looked away. Ranpo smiled and adjusted his glasses.
“But you’re so pretty, Eddie,” Ranpo said. He pressed a kiss to Poe’s neck, then another, further down- then sunk his teeth into a spot above the collarbone and admired how Poe’s breath hitched.
He whined when Ranpo didn’t let up. One hand snaked up behind Poe’s back, supporting him and pulling him closer, and the other hand slid down Poe’s chest- down, down, further down still, coming to rest on the front of his pants, and Poe’s breath stuttered again- then hitched up into a whine.
When he pulled away, there was an already-darkening mark on Poe’s pale flesh.
“You’re so easy to tease,” Ranpo said and pressed his hand a bit harder down against Poe’s crotch, and Poe’s hips twitched. “Aw, sweetie, you’re so sensitive. ”
Poe nodded and leaned forward a bit, brushing his nose against Ranpo’s gently. He was clearly hesitant to initiate a kiss.
“So you can only take initiative when we’re over the phone,” Ranpo teased, and Poe’s stomach twisted again. Ranpo had a habit of making feelings shoot through him, straight to his dick. “Oh, you poor thing.”
Poe nodded again, then finally pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Ranpo’s lips. His heart pounded as he did so. Poe didn’t need to tell Ranpo that he wasn’t used to physical intimacy; much less so to be the one to ever give it. He was much more used to receiving it.
Something told him he was going to get very used to giving affection.
Ranpo rolled his palm against Poe’s clothed dick and Poe let out a surprised, pleasurable noise. Ranpo smiled as Poe’s hips rutted up into his hand.
“There you go, honey, make yourself feel good,” Ranpo murmured as he leaned down and pressed a few more kisses to Poe’s neck. Poe rutted up into his palm again, unable to look anywhere but down at the top of Ranpo’s head. His face burned bright red.
He couldn’t believe he was doing this in his car. In broad daylight. The thought- and the sight of the sun high in the sky through the tinted windows- did something undeniably horrendous to Poe’s mind. The idea of getting caught made him tilt his head back and attempt (in vain) to suppress a whine.
Ranpo giggled against his neck, then worked towards leaving as many marks on his flesh as he physically could.
“You’re in your head again,” he muttered against Poe’s skin, rolling his palm again. “Care to share?”
“It’s- no,” Poe said, flustered. “It’s… embarrassing.” Ranpo pulled away from his neck, and Poe only felt upset about it for a moment until he realized Ranpo was inspecting his face. His eyes.
“Oh, you little freak! ” Ranpo teased. He was smiling wide, his eyes were piercing through Poe, and the words had something shooting through Poe’s very core, through the fiber of his being- twisting the heat of arousal deep within him, stoking that fire. “You wish we would get caught. I bet you’d cum on the spot.”
“Ranpo,” Poe whined, bringing a hand up to cover his face, flustered.
“What happened to sir? Did I lose that title?” Ranpo mused. Poe’s hips twitched again, then rolled up into Ranpo’s palm again. He let out a quiet moan. “Oh, Eddie , you poor thing.”
Ranpo’s smile somehow widened at the way Poe’s breath stuttered.
Poe was so easy to tease. All Ranpo had to do was call him names, all he had to do was talk, and Poe melted.
And Poe could deny it all he wanted, but when Ranpo said ‘oh, honey ’ like that he was no better than any other man. Ranpo had him wrapped around his finger and he knew that damn well.
“Hey, top or bottom?” Ranpo asked seemingly out of the blue, and Poe blinked as he was pulled from his thoughts.
“What?” he asked, not having fully processed it.
“Do you want to be top or bottom?” Ranpo repeated, looking up at Poe. Poe’s face burned.
“Um- do, uh, do you have a preference, or…?” Poe asked. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Ranpo pressed a gentle kiss to Poe’s lips and laughed a bit into it when Poe eagerly reciprocated. “Now, usually I prefer bottoming, but something tells me you might need your back broken today,” Ranpo said when he pulled away. “God, I’d love to see you falling apart all over my dick.”
As Ranpo spoke, his hands darted to work at Poe’s belt. Poe tried not to let disappointment flash across his face at the sudden lack of friction.
When he finally processed what exactly Ranpo had just said, he tilted his head back and tried not to whine.
“Look at me, Eddie,” Ranpo said as he finally got Poe’s belt undone and raised one hand to his cheek, gently guiding Poe’s gaze back to him. “Hey there, sweetheart. You want me to fuck you stupid?” he asked with a deceptively innocent tone and a smile that anybody else would’ve mistaken for sweet. But Poe wasn’t most people. He knew Ranpo.
And he knew Ranpo was going to go much farther than just fucking him stupid.
After a moment he nodded, red in the face, and Ranpo clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.
“C’mon, Eddie, use your words,” Ranpo said gently. Poe had to bite his tongue- literally, physically bite his tongue- to keep himself from making a noise at the words.
“I- um- Yes. Yes, please,” Poe managed, already moving to take his boots off. “That sounds nice.”
Ranpo smiled, pressing a few gentle kisses down his neck and collarbone. “Good. Good, great. Hope you don’t have to deal with any phone calls, because you probably won’t be able to speak.”
“Oh. Okay. Okay, yeah, that’s fine,” Poe affirmed as Ranpo worked at his own belt.
“Awesome. Shirt off,” Ranpo said. “I wanna look at you.”
Poe was quick to listen, shedding his jacket and then his shirt as quickly as he could manage, and cursing under his breath in English when his sleeves got caught on his wrists. Ranpo smiled.
“I love when you swear in English,” he said. “It sounds silly.”
“Um… thank you?” Poe asked, then cursed again as he struggled with the buttons on his sleeves.
Ranpo returned to his earlier task of leaving Poe covered in hickies, now beginning to press kisses further down his chest. Poe finally got his sleeve buttons undone and pulled his shirt off after some time.
“You’re so pretty, hon,” Ranpo mused, pulling away to admire Poe. His waist was thin and his hips flared a bit out in an almost feminine way- which had been a source of insecurity for Poe for a long time, and Ranpo’s fingers trailed down his torso and stomach at an agonizingly slow pace. “All this for my eyes only. Oh, sweetheart, I’m gonna ruin you.”
Poe shivered under Ranpo's touch. The way Ranpo made him feel like he was something to be cherished made his heart soar.
Then he shifted and fully undid Poe's pants- those were awfully tight now in the front, Poe realized- and he pulled them off, leaving Poe in his boxers while Ranpo was fully clothed.
This was dangerous, something in Poe's stomach told him. He had a feeling that, if Ranpo stayed fully clothed, he would find himself distracted by memories of this for the next several days.
“I don't think I have any condoms,” Ranpo said after a moment, sounding a bit frustrated that he had forgotten to grab any. “I’m clean, though.”
“So am I,” Poe said, and his breath hitched when Ranpo’s palm pressed down against the obvious tent Poe had pitched in his boxers. “It's okay.”
“Awesome. How's your gag reflex? Because if it’s terrible I won't shove my fingers down your throat.”
“It’s pretty bad,” Poe admitted, and Ranpo nodded in acknowledgement. A moment later, he grabbed Poe’s hand and guided it up to his mouth- then took two of Poe’s fingers into his mouth, already swirling his tongue around them.
Poe’s face went hot, and his hips rolled up into Ranpo’s palm. He whined.
Ranpo smiled and hummed around his fingers, and that flipped a switch in Poe’s brain. His hips twitched and his free hand looked for a place to rest against the carseat.
“What- Uh- What are you doing?” Poe asked. Ranpo pulled off of Poe’s fingers and wrapped his own around the now wet middle and ring fingers, pumping them seemingly subconsciously in a ridiculously lewd display that had Poe nearly unraveling. (He knew Ranpo had felt his dick twitch at the sight. He didn’t care.)
“We don’t have lube,” Ranpo said. “And I’m about to fuck your brains out. You have longer fingers than I do, so you should be able to prep yourself better than I can.”
“Oh.” Poe nodded sort of dumbly after a moment. “Right. Yes, of course.” Poe was smart enough that he would have gathered that after a moment to think- but his mind was hazy with lust and Ranpo right now, and the promise of not needing to think in the very near future may have given itself a jumpstart in the process. Ranpo’s gaze softened.
“Oh, honey,” Ranpo said with affection in his tone. “You’re already so far gone, aren’t you?” Poe nodded again, then leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Ranpo’s lips- deeper this time than the previous. Ranpo swiped his thumb over the tips of Poe’s fingers subconsciously. Poe’s fingers twitched a bit, and his mind short-circuited at the implication. Ranpo raised an eyebrow.
Poe was painfully hard now, and Ranpo damn well knew it, given the way his touch against the front of his boxers softened then moved altogether. He whined when Ranpo removed his hand.
“Shhh, honey, you're okay,” Ranpo assured him, then pressed a gentle kiss to the tips of his fingers. (Knowing what they were a stand-in for almost had Poe creaming on the spot.)
Then Ranpo opened his mouth with a look towards Poe that all but challenged him to shove his fingers as far down Ranpo’s throat as he could.
A challenge he (albeit hesitantly) accepted. He pressed the pads of his ring and middle fingers down onto Ranpo's tongue.
Ranpo’s tongue swirled around, then his hands ran down Poe’s sides, making him shiver a bit. His fingers then reached Poe's boxers, which he guided downward- all with Poe's fingers pumping in and out of his throat.
Poe cursed in English, breathy and whiny and he even tilted his head back so he wouldn't have to look longer and risk busting on the spot. When he looked back, he could see the gears in Ranpo’s head turning.
“Do that again,” Ranpo said after pulling off of Poe’s fingers again. “Holy shit.”
“Do what again?”
“Curse in English like that, ” Ranpo explained, then he pulled Poe’s boxers down. “Okay. Uh, my pants are unbearably tight right now so how about you prep yourself for me, yeah?”
Poe found himself nodding unconsciously, and Ranpo pressed a firm kiss to Poe’s lips as Poe moved and pushed a finger into himself- shortly followed by a second. Then Ranpo’s tongue was in his mouth, pressing against his, and Ranpo’s hands were on his waist- one leaving a trail of saliva behind that Poe would worry about later.
He let out a stifled noise after a moment when his fingers brushed against his prostate- and Ranpo pressed harder into his mouth.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Ranpo mumbled against Poe’s mouth, and Poe almost didn’t catch the words. He held back another, louder noise this time. “So good for me, can’t wait to break you.”
“Break?” Poe asked. Ranpo didn’t respond, just pressed further into Poe. Poe’s arm was fully supporting the majority of his body weight at this point.
Ranpo smiled after a moment, then shifted, kissing down hard on the bruises left on Poe's neck. Poe whined, feeling something twist in his gut- he was close already. Ranpo gathered that, it seemed, given the way he pulled away and undid his pants, pulling them down just enough to retrieve his dick from his pants.
“Don't cum just yet,” Ranpo said with a sly smile. “We haven't even gotten to the good part.” Poe nodded and pulled his fingers out as Ranpo spit into his palm and started stroking himself a few times- just enough to get him the rest of the way there. He was already half hard. “You ready? Oh, also, how flexible are you?”
“I’m ready,” Poe said, and took a moment to think about the second one. “And not very.”
“Shame,” Ranpo muttered as he hauled not one but both of Poe's legs over his shoulders. “Could I hypothetically press this to your chest, I guess is my question?” he said, fingers digging into Poe’s soft thigh.
“Oh. I suppose you could, though I don't see why you would want to…”
“So I can do this, ” Ranpo said, pressing Poe’s thigh against his chest and pushing in all the way, punching a yelp of surprise out of Poe.
Oh.
This was much deeper than he had ever imagined feeling.
Ranpo shifted, and the friction against Poe's prostate had Poe’s breath shaking.
“You okay, Eddie?” Ranpo asked after a moment, and Poe nodded quickly.
“Yeah. Yes. Yes, I’m great. You can, um… you can start moving now,” Poe said. Ranpo’s mouth broke into a smile. A moment later, he was practically drilling into Poe, reaching places Poe didn't even know could physically be reaching.
A moan fell past his lips, and Ranpo echoed the sound a second later. The sound was honey in Poe’s ears- sweet, slow, and probably not healthy to have too much of.
“Fuck,” Ranpo groaned out. “You're so close. Relax, let sir take care of you, honey.”
The words alone were nearly enough to send Poe over the edge.
“Wait- wait, Ranpo, let me hold your hand,” he said, struggling to keep his voice level.
“Shit- yeah, of course,” Ranpo said, then tangled his fingers with Poe’s.
A moment passed- then Poe tensed and moaned loudly as he spilled over. Ranpo worked him through it.
“There you go, honey,” Ranpo said, not letting up the slightest bit, even when Poe let out an overstimulated cry. “Shhh, hon, I said I would take care of you.”
Ranpo took a moment to admire the way tears of overstimulation spilled over Poe’s cheeks. Poe was already struggling to hold himself up, and pain coursed through his veins, chasing the ever-building pleasure that overpowered it by a long shot.
He tilted his head back and winced when his head hit the car door rather forcefully, and Ranpo couldn't help the way he laughed, his hips stuttering to a stop. Poe made a scandalized noise.
“Don't laugh at my pain!” he complained, rubbing the back of his head, and Ranpo only laughed harder.
“Oh my god, there was, like, an audible thunk when you did that,” Ranpo giggled, then took a moment to collect himself, beginning to roll his hips into Poe's slowly. “Like, obviously I love you and I hope you’re okay, but you have to admit that was really funny.”
Poe leaned his head back more slowly now, trying not to hit the car door again, and his eyes shamelessly swept over Ranpo as he spoke. “You’re so mean to me…” he whined as if he didn’t enjoy it.
Still clothed, glasses slipping down his nose- he was breathing heavily, and all the while his hips continued at a steady pace. Each thrust had Poe whining, his mouth falling open and stuttered breaths pushing past his lips.
“Ranpo,” Poe said, and Ranpo’s eyes snapped to Poe’s immediately- then he looked away, already dismissing the unspoken request. But it was worth a shot to ask anyway. “ Please- ”
“I’m not touching your dick yet,” Ranpo said, “and neither are you.”
Poe whined indignantly. “I need it, I need your hands, Ranpo,” he complained, then yelped as Ranpo adjusted their position to drive even deeper into him.
“Too bad. You can cum without it a few times or you can not cum at all,” Ranpo said. Poe blinked, then moaned as he felt the head of Ranpo’s dick against his prostate.
Ranpo looked entirely too proud about that and repeated the motion, seeming far too smug in a way that suited him more than Poe cared to admit. Poe cursed loudly in English.
“Ranpo- It's too much,” Poe managed out, and Ranpo smiled.
“You can handle it, honey.”
Poe moaned, tilting his head back, and Ranpo just continued at it. Poe was twitching, eyes glassy both with tears and some hazy, pleasurable state he couldn’t quite name.
He had felt this way before- thoughts swimming through something thick, everything just turning off. Not with Ranpo before. The last time he had felt like this was with… God, it had to be Arthur, and that was years ago. The only things tethering him to reality right now was probably the feeling of the leather car seat beneath him and Ranpo.
Ranpo's touch was electrifying. One hand on the back of his thigh, pressing his leg into his chest, the other reaching up to support himself against the car door, and the way he was all but plowing into Poe in a way that had him seeing stars. It was almost too much to bear.
A moment later his gut twisted and he whined, a hand coming up to Ranpo’s hair and pulling him into a heated kiss. He was cumming again, it was so much. It hurt in a delicious way that Poe wasn't sure if he wanted to chase the high or not.
“Oh- there's the second one,” Ranpo commented with a giggle, pulling away just enough to speak against Poe’s mouth. “So sensitive, honey, I haven't even cum once yet. You needed this as much as I did, huh?”
All Poe could really do was nod. Words were already becoming difficult for him. (How humiliating it was, an esteemed author like himself falling to pieces and regressing so profoundly in his craft at the hands of Edogawa Ranpo. How humiliating that it was happening in a parking lot at 3:45pm. How beautiful that he didn't care.)
Ranpo groaned and the sound sent a spark through Poe's very being.
It took a moment for Poe to realize he was talking- speaking through his moans and whines and sobs, rambling in a broken mix of Japanese and English he wasn’t even processing before the words fell past his lips. It was nonsense, he was just lucid enough to realize that, to hear the pure lust seeping from every word.
Evidently, Ranpo really liked that.
“Fuck, Eddie,” he panted out, his nails digging harshly into Poe's thigh. His glasses had fallen crooked, and he didn't even stop to adjust them. “I’m close. Think I can get another one out of you before that?”
Poe held back an overstimulated cry and nodded.
“You can’t even talk anymore, can you?” Ranpo asked with faux pity. “You poor thing, you’re so pathetic. Fuck, honey, you’re perfect, taking me so well, it’s like you were made for me.”
The words had Poe whining, and he was so close, he could feel the flame in his stomach burning high. He felt warm all over, especially in the face.
He panted out Ranpo’s name, and Ranpo’s breath stuttered at the sound.
“Yeah? What’s up, sweetness?”
“I love you,” Poe said, words slurred and voice shaky, and his fingers tightened in Ranpo’s hair.
“Yeah, I- Fuck, I love you too,” Ranpo responded, thrusts beginning to grow choppy and erratic. The knot in Poe’s stomach burst suddenly and he was pushed over the edge for the third time. He moaned loudly. “Shh, hon, you don’t want to get caught, do you?”
Poe whined at the words. Ranpo bottomed out quickly after, his hips pressed flush to Poe’s. He was vaguely aware of the way Ranpo’s dick twitched inside him.
Ranpo pulled out once he had caught his breath, then quickly shoved his dick back into his pants. He finally adjusted his glasses. With Poe’s legs still resting over his shoulders, breathing heavily and glistening with sweat, still fully dressed- God, Poe thought he looked divine like this.
Then Ranpo wrapped his fingers around Poe’s dick, and Poe cried out.
“Wait- wait,” he whined, stumbling over and slurring his words. “It hurts, it’s too much.” He moaned loudly as Ranpo’s nimble fingers teased at the tip of his dick and that sensitive bit just below the head.
“One more,” Ranpo assured him, fingers teasing him torturously gently. “One more, then we can be done, okay, honey?”
Poe nodded and his hips twitched up, chasing more friction, and Ranpo giggled.
“Good boy. You just sit there and take it, pretty boy, let sir take care of you.” Poe whined as Ranpo spoke, and Ranpo’s fingers had his cock twitching.
His touch was gentle, upsettingly so. Ranpo’s fingers didn’t even fully wrap around Poe’s dick, the pads of his fingers only pressing down just enough to hold him in place and his thumb swiping up and down the spot below the head of his dick. It drove him wild.
A whine climbed its way out of Poe’s throat, and his legs twitched. His ankles were hooked on Ranpo’s shoulders- and he pulled Ranpo closer. When Ranpo’s shoulders were snugly under his knees, he hooked his legs to keep Ranpo close.
Poe cursed loudly in English, and Ranpo smiled.
“There you go, honey, let me make you feel good,” Ranpo purred. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Poe’s inner thigh. “Such a good little thing.” Poe’s eyes rolled back into his head.
Dear God, Ranpo was good with his fingers. The way he teased Poe had him whining, and even though it hurt, he was somehow craving more. His hips twitched. Ranpo clicked his tongue and his fingers squeezed down on Poe’s dick gently- just enough to make him yelp in surprise, but not enough to cause pain.
“Stay still, honey, or it’ll take longer,” he said with a smile that had a hint of danger to it. Something almost malicious bubbling just under the surface. His fingers returned to their task, and Poe fell apart all over again with a loud whine.
Poe was rambling again, all English, broken and slurred and chopped between equal parts panting and moaning. Ranpo was responding with that condescending tone of his, but Poe didn’t have it in him to try and process what exactly he was saying. He caught his name, a few pet names, but not much else.
“So close, I’m so- ” he said in English, cutting himself off, knowing damn well Ranpo’s English wasn’t good enough to know what he meant. Then, with a twitch of his hips and a pathetic whimper, he was spilling over his stomach.
Ranpo was talking and working him through it, a wide smile on his face and his mouth was moving as if he was speaking, but the blood rush had Poe’s ears ringing.
He fully collapsed back onto the seat, his head brushing against the car door. He was vaguely aware of the way he immediately began to cool down- a cold rush of air washing over him as his breath shook and he struggled to quit hyperventilating.
“You okay, Eddie?” Ranpo asked, a bit muffled as Poe’s blood finally stopped pounding.
He held his hand up in a ‘give me a second’ gesture, and after a moment, flashed an ‘okay’ sign at Ranpo. Ranpo giggled.
“You’re a mess, ” Ranpo commented as Poe struggled to finally sit up. “Lemme clean you up, okay?” he asked, shifting down and pressing kisses down Poe’s chest and to his stomach.
Poe hesitantly nodded, and had to avert his eyes when Ranpo licked a stripe through the cum on his stomach. The feeling alone made his breath stutter and had him cursing in English, then he buried a hand in Ranpo’s hair.
Only a moment later, Ranpo pulled back and presented his tongue- and Poe pulled him up into a kiss. He could taste himself on Ranpo’s tongue.
It wasn’t a particularly pleasant taste, but he didn’t mind all that much. When he pulled away, Ranpo immediately moved to grab Poe’s clothing off the floor. “Oranges,” Ranpo said after a moment. Poe blinked in confusion. “You should eat ‘em more.”
“What…?”
“You’re sort of bitter,” he explained as he shoved Poe’s clothes at him. “Oranges will fix that. Pineapple too.”
“Oh. Okay.” Poe moved to put his clothes on.
“Hey. I’m proud of you,” Ranpo said after a moment of silence, then reached up a hand to stop Poe from buttoning the top buttons of his shirt. “You did really well, hon.”
“Oh,” Poe said, flustered. “Thank you. You did good as well.”
Ranpo wrapped his arms around Poe’s waist and smiled as his nose bumped against Poe’s. “Hey. I love you. Y’know that?”
“I love you too, Ranpo.”
“I love you more,” Ranpo said.
“Impossible.”
“Actually, very possible.” Ranpo pulled him closer, then leaned down and pressed gentle kisses over the myriad of hickeys on Poe’s neck. “These are gonna be here for a while. Everybody's gonna know you’re spoken for, honey.”
Poe tried (and failed) to suppress a giggle. “Oh, I don’t mind.”
“Now,” Ranpo said, shifting away finally and Poe ignored how cold he suddenly felt. “Let’s head back in, yeah?”
“I’m so tired,” Poe responded, and Ranpo smiled.
“That’s okay, sweetheart. I’m also pretty tired. How do you feel about an afternoon nap first, hm?”
“That sounds nice. As long as we’re up in time to pick up Karl-”
“Karl is in good hands, Eddie,” Ranpo assured him, then shifted to move to the passenger seat. “Atsushi will take good care of him.” He groaned in annoyance when his hips got caught on the seat. “Whatever. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep back here?”
“I should be able to,” Poe said, his eyes sweeping over Ranpo without thinking, and he shifted to lay down now that he was fully dressed, letting one foot plant itself on the floor, the other propped up against the seat, and Ranpo pried himself out of where he was wedged between the front seats. He promptly laid right on top of Poe, head nestled against Poe’s neck and hips pressed flush in a way that had Poe tensing up. He was still overly sensitive, but Ranpo didn’t move.
Ranpo pressed a few quick kisses to Poe’s neck, gentle and ticklish.
“Hey, handsome,” Ranpo muttered against his skin. “You were so good for me today.”
“I aim to please,” Poe responded, then turned his head and Ranpo pressed a kiss to his lips gently before resting back against his chest.
“And you certainly do.” Ranpo yawned against Poe’s neck.
They fell into a comfortable silence. Poe was conscious of the way the sun fell over his and Ranpo’s legs, the way Ranpo’s breath evened out as he fell asleep.
Poe closed his eyes, his fingers threading through Ranpo’s hair gently.
Yeah, he would probably have to get used to Ranpo eventually. For now, though, the surprises Ranpo threw at him were nothing but pleasant.