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Detective Tenma and agent Kamishiro were an unstoppable pairing. With Kamishiro’s wits and Tenma’s disguises, solving cases was a breeze. But among the case files and the glances exchanged between orange eyes and shimmering yellow was something much deeper.
After finally cracking a particularly rough case, the duo settled for having a few rounds of drinks at a bar. The blond and the purplet took a seat at a table and decided to split a few appetizers, as well as some stronger drinks. The agent sheathed his gun in its holster, making sure it was on safety mode before continuing the conversation.
“Tsukasa-kun,” he mumbled, taking another sip of his sake, “we don’t have a ride home. I hope you don’t intend on getting absolutely wasted.”
The detective rolled his eyes, leaning back as he popped another piece of octopus in his mouth. “They have a hotel upstairs, we’ll just get one of those and spend the night.”
“But we don’t have an extra change of clothes? I’m not particularly fond of sleeping in my uniform.”
“Then sleep naked.”
Rui huffs, adjusting his glasses and stealing from the plate of octopus that Tsukasa nibbled at.
“Not hungry, eh?” He asks, a catlike grin curling his lips.
“Not really. Some of those photos made me a little queasy. I’ll eat more with some more alcohol in my system.” Tsukasa reassures his agent, their eyes meeting through Rui’s rectangular glasses.
They continued talking and drinking up until the point Tsukasa slumped out of his chair laughing. The much more sober Rui looked down at him, eyes fluttering.
Had Tsukasa always been that attractive?
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but all Rui could set his mind to was the bright, cheery grin on his partner’s face as he laughed. So loud… but definitely worth it.
“Get off the floor,” scolded Rui. “You look like a child.”
“Eh? Child? Don’t you know who you’re talkin’ to, eh, punk?” Tsukasa whined drunkenly, sitting up on his knees and staring at Rui, particularly his crotch, before snapping out of it and using the latter’s knee to help himself up.
He stood, only to plop back down in Rui’s lap.
“Don’t pull out your gun on me, big boy, I’m no criminal you need to shoot at,” he mumbles against the shell of Rui’s ear. The purplet felt his body increasing in temperature, his now shaky hands coming to rest on Tsukasa’s waist. That beautiful, perfect waist, the one that was always hugged so attractively by his waistcoat.
“Ah… Detective, is this okay? I mean, it… seems a little inappropriate for work… and we’re… in public, sir.” Rui gulped, looking up at the blond with a flushed face.
“Sh…shut up, man, all you do is whine and talk. You’re finally getting a guy in your pants and you’re complaining? Jesus, dude, no wonder I’m the only one whose pants tighten whenever you interrogate criminals…”
“Hm.”
The agent didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered. What a backhanded compliment…
And then Tsukasa started grinding.
The sensation hit Rui like a pile of bricks. He yelped and his hand flew to his mouth, but it was quickly removed and replaced just as fast with Tsukasa’s lips.
Without a second to consider, Rui eagerly kissed him back, trying his best to reciprocate his employer’s movements.
Tsukasa’s tongue slipped out to press flat against Rui’s lips, to which the purplet answered by opening his mouth and inviting the muscle inside, letting it meet his own.
Tsukasa hooked one of Rui’s legs over his, but the other leg remained under the blond’s. Slowly but surely, the detective ground their bulges together, painfully aware of the erection his agent was getting.
Meanwhile the battle between their tongues persisted, with both men fighting for dominance, even if the victor was certain. Rui still wanted a fighting chance. Their saliva churned and mixed until it was no longer obvious whose was whose.
“Ah— gh..nn… Sir, this isn’t— mmfh— the best… place to be doing this…” whispered Rui through breathy moans, caused by the rough grinding below their waistlines. Rui grasped Tsukasa’s hair with his gloved hands, tugging and desperately trying to pull the other man away.
Finally, the blond broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. He licked his own, huffing with discontent.
“I… don’t wanna do this in public, sir,” Rui whispered, even as he kept insisting Tsukasa move his hips in the meanwhile. He could feel multiple pairs of eyes on them, and they’d surely be kicked out if they didn’t get a room.
“Well, unless you want me to start palming you in front of the hotel manager because I can’t keep my hands to myself right now, then I suggest we both move to the bathroom, or find somewhere else to do it.” Rui felt his ears turn red at his boss’ words.
“Fine. Get off,” huffed the purplet. Reluctantly, the detective slipped off his lap and eyes Rui like a piece of meat from the moment he also stood to the second they finally got locked inside the bathroom.
They wasted no time with getting naked, and Rui insisted just doing it against the wall because the floor was too dirty and he didn’t want to touch it.
Tsukasa had Rui on his knees, glasses slipping down his nose as he wrapped his soft, velvety lips around the shorter’s cock. In a few minutes, Rui had his nose buried deep in the carefully groomed bush at the base, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he forced himself not to gag.
“You’re pretty good at that, considering you’re a virgin,” grumbled Tsukasa, grabbing Rui by the hair as the purplet dragged his tongue along a pulsing vein.
No response, of course. Just the lewd sounds of his coworker choking on his dick.
Tsukasa tightened his grip on the violet hair in his hands, grunting as he felt himself getting closer and closer to that insatiable edge. He couldn’t help but fuck drunkenly into Rui’s face, making the latter gag and whine on his cock.
And what kind of psycho would stop once he got that reaction?
With every thrust, Rui swore Tsukasa’s cock was going to hit his stomach. It pulsed in his mouth, and he couldn’t tell whether he found that attractive or repulsive.
“Good boy,” grunted Tsukasa, “you take it better than anyone I’ve had. Christ, that mouth is amazing… I can only… gh— imagine how good it’d feel to fuck you…”
Rui gagged a bit more, feeling his own dick harden against the cool tile of the floor upon hearing the praise. He bobbed his head back and forth, trying to give Tsukasa more to praise him for.
“Fuck, Rui…”
Rui gasped as he felt something hot and slick dripping down his throat. He gagged at the taste before forcing himself to swallow it, grumbling and looking down, pulling his mouth off Tsukasa’s cock.
“You swallowed, eh? I didn’t think you were that type,” breathed the blond. “Stand up, bend over that counter.”
As if he were a machine, Rui obeyed almost instantly, using his lover as a support as he stood up. He walked over and braced himself using his hands, bending over the cold surface of the bathroom counter.
He could feel Tsukasa’s presence behind him, and he shut his eyes to avoid catching a glimpse of him in the mirror. A hand slid between the plump cheeks of his ass and found his rippling hole, a thin finger ghosting over it and teasing it.
Rui’s breath hitched as he felt another set of fingers touch his hole, now coated in some sort of slick. Probably Tsukasa’s spit. One slid inside delicately, easing up the defensive rim of muscles that guarded his insides.
“You’re tighter than the average person,” whispered Tsukasa, who had apparently bent over Rui while he was dazed by the sensation of being fingered. “But that means it’ll take longer to get your pretty little ass used to my cock. Hence, you’re the perfect little cocksleeve.”
Rui whimpered, instinctively lifting a leg to rest on the counter as Tsukasa pumped his finger in and out of his pert hole.
“Ts..sukasa… Don’t say things like tha—at… ngh…” whimpered the taller boy.
“Whore,” Tsukasa grumbled, shoving another finger inside, “I’ll say what I want. You’re the one getting finger-fucked.”
Rui shut his eyes and bit his lip, using his elbows to prop himself up.
In a matter of seconds, Rui’s eyes shot back open at the sudden loss of contact. He whipped around, glasses nearly falling off as he looked at Tsukasa, who had his cock in his hand and was ready to put inside him. The blond looked up from what he was doing with a small glare.
“Something bothering you, agent Kamishiro?” He grunted, pressing the tip of his dick to Rui’s hole.
“No. N-no, sorry. Just didn’t know what you were doing.” Rui shut his eyes and faced forward again, biting his lip and bracing himself.
He let out a deep, breathy moan as Tsukasa finally pushed inside. He eased his way in, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. Rui whimpered, his cock pulsing with the desire to be touched. He nearly started whining as he felt Tsukasa starting to pull back out, until—
A high-pitched scream rang out as Tsukasa’s cock slammed deep inside the agent. Rui covered his mouth, pupils blown wide as he felt every excruciating inch of Tsukasa throbbing inside him. He gagged out of pleasure and reached down, moving to palm himself. Thank gods Tsukasa let him do so.
Because soon after he started touching himself, Tsukasa would start pounding inside the other male.
Rui could feel Tsukasa’s balls slapping against his taint, eyes rolling back into his head, jaw slack. His cock was rock hard at this point, still aching.
Loud moans spilled out from Rui’s kiss swollen lips, filling the bathroom and echoing off the tiled walls.
“Look how good you take it,” Tsukasa pants, slamming deeper and deeper inside. “You’re going to cum untouched, understand?”
Rui nodded slowly. He pulled his hand away from his cock, letting Tsukasa do the work. Every single thrust kissed up against his g-spot, and he couldn’t get enough. He rocked his hips back against Tsukasa, trying to gain some sort of higher pleasure.
“You like it that much, hm? Good boy… That’s my big boy…”
Fuck.
Rui was about to cum. And the nicknames weren’t helping.
“Come on, Rui. Cum. Now,” commanded the blond. Rui squealed and cried out his boss’ name as he came, thick ropes of hot cum dripping onto the floor. With a few more thrusts, Tsukasa wasn’t far behind, plunging deep inside and finally releasing for the second time that night.
Both boys panted, collapsing onto one another. Soon, Rui didn’t care much about the dirty floor. He cared more about the fact that Tsukasa held him on top of him and rubbed his hips, squeezing the bit of fat that covered his tummy and thighs.
“…We just had sex,” Rui whispered, as if it were a secret.
Tsukasa huffed. “Yeah, and we’ll do it again. Lay down.”
“!!?? Boss, that’s really quite enough—“
“Shut up and do as I tell you, slut.”
“…Yes, sir. ♡”