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It was the alcohol’s fault.
Kaito was not the type to get himself wasted. The hangover in the morning after was usually not worth it, but tonight was an exception. He was in a celebratory mood, especially since he just aced an exam on a subject taught by one of the strictest motherfucking professors he had the pleasure (or displeasure) of meeting. He had been stressing over it for weeks on end, and now that he was finally free of that heavy burden, he deserved to indulge in a bit of fun, dammit!
Which was why when one of his college friends, Amami Rantarou, invited him to their family mansion for his birthday party; he immediately said he’ll go. Hell yeah, one night with no physics problems and calculus equations in sight! Sure, he was absolutely infatuated with his field of study, as an aspiring astronaut, but sometimes you just gotta chill out and let your brain rest for a little while.
Rantarou’s party was lively. A lot of people attended, which wasn’t surprising since the guy was pretty fucking popular. There were even foreigners that dropped by, probably the friends he made from his misadventures all over the world, since he was a traveler at heart. He saw the green-haired lad greet a young woman with sparkling blue eyes and hair like fields of wheat one time. From what he’d gathered, she was a princess from some obscure European country? All Kaito could remember was that she had a funny sounding last name.
The food was great too. The tables were packed to the brim with more food than Kaito could imagine. It was easy to forget that Rantarou was loaded in the money department, since the guy was always so friendly to everyone. In fact, he even looked embarrassed by how grand his party was, laughing nervously whenever someone mentions it.
“A sibling of mine planned this, actually.” Rantarou replied, when Kaito asked about it. “My sisters couldn’t come because they’re still underage, so they went to a sleepover with some friends. They all insisted I needed to enjoy myself without them for now.”
Underage, huh. Rantarou, ever the responsible older brother. He was the type who’d rather jump off a cliff than let his sisters touch one drop of alcohol before they’ve turned eighteen. Well, not that Kaito really cared. He had never met his sisters before. He was content to nod and laugh at the birthday boy’s tales about his sisters, as he downed one shot after another. Did he mention that this party has its own bar? And he could ask for anything he wanted, for free! It’s awesome! It was no wonder that it was so easy to get drunk. He was already feeling lightheaded, a little more than tipsy, but since he wasn’t the designated driver tonight he was sure it would be fine.
He wished Shuuichi was here, but the aspiring detective had politely declined, probably eager to look into some new case his uncle was working on. Maki had to be around here somewhere, but she disappeared with Kaede soon after the party started, and with how big this venue was, Kaito wasn’t too eager to look for her. As Rantarou went to greet more visitors, Kaito was left on the bar, toying with his shot glass. The bartender changed shifts, the new one giving the other a high five before taking his post.
For a moment, Kaito did a double take. The guy looked young, with his short stature and youthful features, but if he was part of the staff Kaito supposed he was just older than he looked. His dark hair was pulled up in a small ponytail, the purple highlights catching light, as he straightened his uniform (his vest was checkered instead of pure black, which was quite an odd detail) and gave the guests a wide, mischievous grin.
Cute, Kaito’s liquor addled mind told him, and he had to agree. He was really good-looking, almost pretty. His pale skin contrasted with the dim lighting, giving him a certain glow, but his flushed cheeks and slightly unfocused gaze made Kaito wonder if he’d had a few drinks of his own. Was that even allowed?
To Kaito’s right, a gorgeous lady wearing a dress that showed too much cleavage cackled as she hooted. “Finally, here comes the shitty shota, I’ve been looking all over for you, Cuckichi!”
The guy rolled his eyes, but he had a smile on his lips as he started working. Soon enough a glass of margarita was already sliding towards her. “Shut up and drink, you whore. Try to down a couple and maybe your ass would finally get laid. You reek of sexual frustration.”
“Ah~!” the lady gasped and practically moaned, proving his point. Kaito almost choked on his drink. That was such a crass and weird conversation he just overheard, but he simply gulped down his shot and let out a small chuckle. The lady eventually composed herself as she let out a string of curses at the bartender, who simply smiled innocently back at her. Finally, she drank her margarita in one gulp and walked off, yelling “Where the fuck is that big dick Gonta?”
She didn’t seem to be too drunk yet, if she could walk that straight with her five inch heels. Kaito wasn’t too keen on the idea that that was her when she’s sober.
“Oh, don’t mind Miu-chan. She’s always been a potty mouth.”
Kaito whipped his head back and yelped when he saw two lilac eyes right in front of his face, too close for comfort. There was a playful, mischievous glint in those eyes. As Kaito leaned back to get some personal space, the bartender giggled. It was a weird giggle that vaguely reminded him of the sound of a horse.
“Nishishi. I haven’t seen you around before. What’s your name, stranger?” he asked as he started to make some more drinks, expertly tossing the shakers and bottles around as if he was doing some kind of show, which he probably was. There were only about two guests sitting in the bar save for Kaito, and both of them looked quite entranced. Well, even Kaito had to admit the guy got some pretty mad skill.
“Momota Kaito, Luminary of the Stars!” he easily replied as he grinned proudly. It was a small nickname he’d made for himself a while back. Maki said it was corny, but hey, he’ll be a really cool astronaut someday! He’ll make awesome discoveries about the universe for sure! That nickname was just the first step to his incoming worldwide fame.
“Eh, sounds pretty lame,” the bartender replied unimpressed, as he slid a glass over to another girl on Kaito’s left with a flirtatious wink. The girl blushed and took her glass with a shy smile.
Kaito rolled his eyes. What a fucking charmer. Perhaps it was the alcohol making him a little bit moodier. “It’s not lame!” he said indignantly as he pressed his fists together. “You’ll see! One day, my name will be all over the news—”
“Blah, blah, blah, blah. I get it. You’re a dreamer.” The guy wrinkled his nose. “Well, not that there’s anything wrong with that, just try not to be too lame about it. I’m going to die from second hand embarrassment.”
The background song started to get a little more upbeat. The crowd cheered as people hurried over to the dance floor. Soon enough, Kaito was the only one left at the bar, along with the tactless bartender, who looked amused as he started polishing some glasses with ease. As if he didn’t just insult Kaito and his grandiose aspirations, he was humming happily under his breath, but it was barely heard over the sound of the speakers.
Kaito placed his arm on the bar and leaned over. “I said it’s not lame! Who are you anyway? I’ve never seen you before either—”
The bartender cackled. “That’s a lie! I do know you, duh. I see you around your university, mister Luminary of the Stars. Weren’t you that one guy who already got a slot in astronaut training before you even get your degree? I heard stories all about it.”
Kaito frowned. If he does know him, what was the point of even lying? “Whatever. I was asking your name.”
His lilac eyes twinkled. “Do you wanna know?”
“Well, no shit. It’s why I’m asking, moron.”
The bartender pouted as tears gathered in his eyes. “How mean, Momo-chan. Calling me a moron when we just met—”
“Momo-chan?!”
The tears were gone as quickly as it came. The guy set down another shot glass in front of him and poured some alcohol in it. From what Kaito could gather, it was probably vodka. “Why do you ask, Momo-chan? Are you that curious about me?”
Kaito frowned as he drank his shot, while the bartender unceremoniously gulped down the alchohol straight from the bottle he was holding. His pale cheeks flushed even more as the burn of the vodka ran down his throat. “Wooo!” he yelled, grinning.
Kaito frowned. “Are you drunk?”
“Who knows~?”
“Should you be drinking on the job?”
The bartender blinked, as if he hadn’t considered that, and then a sly smile passed on his lips. “Well! These drinks are free anyway! But if my boss found out, I’d be in trouble! Are you going to rat me out, Momo-chan?”
“Hell yeah, I would—”
“Nishishi! Too bad! You can’t rat me out to my boss, since I’m the boss tonight!” he giggled as he hauled himself up and sat on top of the bar. In this position, he was taller than Kaito, and the astronaut-to-be found himself craning his neck just to look at his face. Their faces were close, and he smelled like vodka, making Kaito feel dizzy with the alcohol in his system.
The bartender (was he really just a bartender? He just said he was the boss or whatnot, something Kaito didn’t quite get) grinned as he tugged at Kaito’s chin, a sly sparkle in his eyes as he breathed on his face. The proximity made his head spin. His eyes widened as he leaned back and almost stumbled out of his seat from his compromised sense of balance. Maybe he had been drinking too much— nah.
“That’s just rude,” Kaito growled. But the bartender didn’t seem fazed by it. He simply shrugged.
“Wanna play a game Momo-chan? I’m soooo bored. If you win, I’ll tell you my name!”
“Hah, why would I have to deal with what you want—”
The bartender placed a finger on the side of Kaito’s lips, stopping the astronaut-to-be in his tracks, as he felt heat creep up his neck. The guy licked his lips and then bit it as if he was enjoying a personal joke. He tilted his head and smiled innocently. “Chicken?”
“I’m not a coward,” he practically growled, but his pulse was pounding in his ears, and it wasn’t because he was scared. No, it sure hell wasn’t. He frowned a little as he licked his lips, a question that’s been nagging on his mind suddenly slipping past his lips.
“Are you hitting on me?”
As soon as he said it, he bit his tongue, feeling the heat on his neck creep up his ears. He was blushing, he knew. But he didn’t let his gaze falter one bit. He wasn’t sure what exactly the bartender was doing, but whatever it was, it was making him reconsider his sexuality. Well, not that he had anything against men liking men. He used to be a little bit of a jerk about it back in highschool, that is, until he found out that he had been unknowingly hurting Shuuichi’s feelings without meaning to. Since then, he worked hard to change his ways.
The bartender raised an eyebrow, amused. “Me? Hitting on you? How self-important of you! As if someone like me would ever find you cute.” He leaned in and whispered in his ear, “But that’s a lie.”
Kaito tried to figure out what he just said through the haze of the liquor, to no avail. He just got confused as fuck. “What?”
Suddenly, his lilac eyes sparkled as he jumped on the other side with the bottle still clutched on his hands. He took another swig, his face flushing further as he gulped. Some of the liquor escaped his lips and dripped down his chin, and Kaito’s eyes followed it until it disappeared on the base of his throat. The bartender stumbled a bit and giggled as he placed the bottle down on the bar, pulling on Kaito’s hands. “Momo-chan, let’s dance!”
The next thing Kaito knew he was being pulled on the dance floor by the grinning daredevil. He has never danced with someone before, at least not in this kind of setting. But the guy was a natural as he placed his arm over his shoulders, looking up at him with that innocent yet mischievous smile. Kaito found himself snaking his arm around the guy’s hips and pulling him closer as they went along with the sea of bodies dancing to the beat.
It was the most fun Kaito had in forever and it was strange since he was spending it with a complete stranger. The bartender was a bit of a chatterbox, and he was as troublesome and annoying as he was intriguing and mesmerizing. Finally, Kaito muttered, “Tell me your game.”
The guy looked up at him with unfocused eyes. “Hm?”
“Your game. If I win, you’ll tell me your name, right?”
He grinned as he suddenly stopped dancing and tiptoed close to him, locking his fingers behind his neck. “Oh yeah, I did say that, didn’t I?” he said thoughtfully. His words were a bit of a slur now, it was obvious that he was drunk. “Huh. I think I had a game in mind, but I forgot it already. You know what, maybe I don’t wanna tell you my name after all.” He pouted childishly, but then his pout turned into a delighted gasp. “But if you’ll do me a favor, maybe I’ll think about it.”
Kaito cocked an eyebrow. “A favor? You’re kidding, right?’
“Nu-uh! I’m totally serious. See that guy over there?” he said as he pointed over to the side, where one of the guests were sitting elegantly, well away from the others. His long black hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and for some reason he had an eerie mask that covered his mouth and neck. “That’s Kiyo-chan. Hic!” The guy covered his mouth from the sudden hiccup and then started giggling uncontrollably.
“Oh yeah? What about him?”
“Kiyo-chan told me that… hic! I needed love in my life, see. He’s a real fan of that bullshit. Told me he’ll give me a good sum of money if I just try to a girl, or a guy, in this party that I’m interested in.” He leaned in and whispered, “I want that dough.”
Kaito couldn’t help but feel a little amused with the little guy’s antics. “So that’s why you started hitting on me?”
“Nishishi! Who knows? Maybe~! Or maybe, I just found Momo-chan irresistible!”
Kaito was grinning now. “So what do you want me to do?”
The guy’s eyes widened as he grinned and pulled out his phone. “Kiss me on the cheek or something, then I’ll have photo evidence that I tried! I’m just… hic! Really into the money though, I’m broke as hell and I want to buy more Panta.”
“Give me half of that money and we have a deal.”
He put his phone close to his chest as he raised an amused eyebrow. “Are you asking me out on a date, Momo-chan? I mean… hic! I’ll most likely get the money sometime this week, then that means we’ll meet again… hic!” Now he looked annoyed. “Goddammit, this— hic!— cursed hiccup!”
Kaito stifled a smile. The frustrated expression he’s got was freaking adorable. Shaking his head a bit in amusement, Kaito downed two more shots from a passing server (the elegant looking lady gave him a look of disapproval through the ash blonde hair covering her right eye, but she spared one glance at the bartender and pursed her lips before walking away), and as he felt his head get cloudier with the buzz of liquor, he cracked his knuckles and grinned. “Okay, let’s do this.”
The bartender blinked suddenly, as if he wasn’t expecting his sudden enthusiasm.
“Come on! Before I change my mind.”
The bartender hesitated for the first time that night, but he did open the camera app from his phone and held his cheek up for Kaito. Kaito steeled his nerves and kissed his cheek. The guy made a small subtle gasp, the flush on his cheeks darkening, as the bartender’s eyes met his. This close, Kaito could see the flecks of darker purple in his lilac irises.
SNAP! The flash of the camera startled them both a little bit, as the bartender checked the picture with a look of wonder. Before he could react, Kaito took his phone and programmed his number into it, before placing it back in his hands. When the guy looked up at him, surprised, Kaito grinned. “Call me. I demand a fifty-fifty cut for my services,” he said as he snaked his arms on his waist again and pulled him closer. He didn’t know what possessed him to kiss him again on the side of his lips.
The bartender let out a small, cute whimper as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips. Kaito eyed it, moist and pink and so fucking tempting, he was panting a little bit before he realized it. He looked back in his eyes once again, and felt a heat burn through his body at the look his companion was giving him.
“Ouma Kokichi.” The bartender murmured, as his hand made it way to Kaito’s collar, pulling him closer. His gaze became more unfocused as their breaths mingled, lips inches apart.
Kaito found himself grinning. “Since you call me Momo-chan, I bet you won’t mind me calling you Kichi.”
His eyes sparkled playfully. “Fuck you, Momo-chan.”
“Gladly.”
It felt like something snapped between them, and suddenly Kaito’s lips were pressed onto his, passion sparking to life in an instant. It was hard to tell who kissed who first, but Kaito couldn’t care less as Kokichi clung desperately to his shirt, tiptoeing eagerly to press his lips harder against his. Kaito gasped, and it was then that he felt Kokichi slip his tongue inside, exploring the crevices of his mouth— fuck. Kaito groaned as he felt a wave of heat settle in his groin. Kokichi was a wonderful kisser, so much so that it made his head spin with desire. Somehow they managed to make it work despite the huge height difference, but soon enough it started to tick Kaito off. Without warning, he lifted Kokichi and pushed him against the nearest wall, just so they were finally face to face with each other. As if on cue Kokichi locked his ankles around his waist, grinding their groins together in such a way that dragged out a long drawled out moan from Kaito. God, that thing he does with his hips should be fucking illegal.
Kaito was panting when he pulled back to breathe. It was no secret that he was hard. Kokichi seemed to be enjoying this very fact as he bit his lip teasingly. The heat between them was liquid lust and it seeped through Kaito’s bones, making him growl as he buried his face in the guy’s neck, kissing and licking and nipping like his life depended on it. The soft gasps that Kokichi let out were music to Kaito’s ears, as he felt him run his fingers through his hair, encouraging him to go further. More, more, more— he bit on the soft skin of Kokichi’s throat and the latter cried out, but it wasn’t in pain if the twitch of the hardness in his pants was anything to go by.
“Momo-chan…” he whispered breathily as Kaito licked on the spot he just bit, making his body shiver. “Upstairs… Room…”
Kaito understood. Somehow through the haze of the liquor and lust, they were able to pry themselves away from each other long enough to find an empty bedroom, stealing touches and glances and kisses along the way. For some reason, Kokichi seemed to be quite familiar with the layout of the mansion, and once he had found a place he deemed suitable for their tryst, he closed the door and locked it, before pushing Kaito down onto the impressive queen-sized bed.
Kaito didn’t have enough time or awareness to scan his surroundings. All he understood was that they’re two horny young adults having a good time with their youth and that was all that mattered. Kokichi looked incredible in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the mellow light accentuating his features. When Kokichi started to take off his checkered vest and unbutton his dress shirt, it dawned to Kaito that this is it, this is real, and this was happening. He flushed as he bit his lip. “I-I’ve… actually never done this with a guy before.”
Kokichi blinked innocently, before making a dazed yet still sly smile. “Then I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.” He straddled Kaito by the waist as he kissed his neck, licked up his earlobe, taking it in his mouth and suckling gently, making Kaito shiver. Kokichi slipped a hand inside his shirt, riding it up, as he then pressed small feathery kisses down his chest. Kaito closed his eyes shut. “Fuck…” he whispered brokenly.
“Feels good, Momo-chan?” Kokichi teased as he ran a finger above the waistband of his pants. Kaito hissed as his hips thrusted up almost involuntarily, a whimper escaping from his mouth. Kokichi giggled as he undid the button, humming under his breath as he slid the zipper… down.
At this point Kaito knew what he was doing. He groaned in frustration. “Stop— teasing me, you fucker.”
Kokichi giggled as he leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Never.”
Kaito had enough. He snapped, taking ahold of both Kokichi’s wrists as he turned them over and pinned him to the bed, scowling at him. The smaller man didn’t seem to mind one bit, in fact he was laughing without a care in the world, at least until Kaito shut him up with a passionate kiss. Muffled laughter was turned into muffled moans as clothes were unbuttoned and lifted up and removed, tossed somewhere onto the pool of darkness on the floor.
The rest was mostly a blur of pants and groans and whimpers and begging. Begging, yes, because somewhere along the line Kokichi had started to beg Kaito to just fuck him already, something the astronaut-to-be is more than willing to comply. Kokichi prepared himself using a bottle of lube he’d just pulled out of the bedside drawer (why is that thing here and how did Kokichi know it’s there was a mystery Kaito’s lust addled mind did not bother to try solving), and it was a very intimate experience to watch him spread the lube inside himself, gasping and arching his back deliciously as he fingered his ass, biting his lips as if trying to stifle his moans. When he leaned down to put the condom on Kaito’s erection, he looked up from underneath his lashes and fuck—he was beautiful and Kaito wanted nothing more than to feel him cum all over his cock—
Nothing could prepare Kaito for the piece of heaven he had found the moment he eased his member inside of him. He was tight and hot and everything Kaito could ever ask for, but it was his reaction to the sensation that almost pushed him over the edge. Kokichi had gasped, eyes wide, and then let out a moan that was so obscene it made Kaito’s head spin. White hot pleasure lanced through his body as he started moving. Every thrust was almost a form of blissful torture in and of itself, and it didn’t help that Kokichi made no move to try and silence his loud moans. “Momo-chan… so full… so big, ah! Ah, fuck… right there…. Right there, ah…”
Right there was Kokichi’s favorite apparently, because it was when he hits that particular spot that he arches his back even more, an expression of pure lust on his face as he claws onto the bedsheets desperately, toes curling in pleasure. When Kaito twisted his hips so that he’d hit that spot again and again, Kokichi almost cried out as if he couldn’t take any more. “Fuck, yes! Yes… ah, Momo…ta-chan… Momo-chan, please…”
He wasn’t sure what he was pleading for, but Kaito leaned down to kiss him, and he eagerly kissed back. It was messy and sloppy and more like a desperate clash of tongues and teeth than an actual kiss. Kaito felt his climax coming, and he shut his eyes as he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic—“Ouma… fuck!” he bit on Kokichi’s neck to muffle his moans, feeling himself slip over the edge, crashing into a million pieces. He could vaguely hear Kokichi moaning his name out as he too came hard, evidenced by the sudden wetness between their bodies, Kokichi’s muffled gasp and shaking legs…
Kokichi was humming contentedly as he ran his fingers through Kaito’s hair, giggling to himself. “I’m going to regret this in the morning.”
Kaito nuzzled against his neck, murmuring sleepily as he closed his eyes. “I really wish you wouldn’t.”
Kokichi didn’t reply. Kaito felt a pang in his heart.
And when he woke up the next morning, he wasn’t at all surprised to see him gone.