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The Kudou manor is much too big for one person, that’s what all his fans say. They’re right, and Shinichi got sick of being alone a long time ago. His parents are never home, so it should be in his rights to do whatever he wants in here, right?
Sounds of the creaking bed and their combined heavy breathing fill the humble bedroom of the Kudou family’s only child. Only when they’re making love does this spacious house not feel achingly empty. They both know, the unspoken sentiment that the press will never hear of, the real reason why Kaitou KID has been performing heists more often.
Sometimes, Shinichi wonders when their little game will end. When will his rival shed this mask and lay bare before him, the same way Shinichi has been doing. Is it too much to wish for a lover who doesn’t shy away from showing their true self to him? Would it be too much to ask KID to stop being terrified of revealing the truth?
His thoughts scatter as he feels the familiar pressure building up inside him. So close, he’s so close. He feels his insides fluttering, coiling around KID, encouraging the thief to go faster, harder, his grip around Shinichi’s thighs just the right amount of rough.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” KID asks, his voice managing to be sultry and smooth despite his heavy breathing. Receiving only panting moans from Shinichi, he smirks as he leans down, kissing and sucking on Shinichi’s neck.
He’s been told not to bite, but he’s sure as hell going to push it. Shinichi can feel the sting on his sensitive skin, the sensation making him shiver. This will definitely leave a mark.
Shinichi comes with a shudder, his back arching, his hands grasping desperately at the bedsheet as he scrambles for purchase. Loud moans reverberate in his throat, swallowed by KID as he captures his mouth in a heated kiss. It’s almost too much, the overstimulation creeping up on him as KID takes his time pounding into him until he follows Shinichi over the edge.
He’s left panting and shivering as KID pulls away. He feels boneless, spent, blissful, until he remembers what always comes next. As he pushes himself up, wincing slightly at the pain in his lower region, he sees the regretfully familiar sight.
KID is dressing up, borrowing Shinichi’s clothes, as usual, and tucking his KID suit away to who-knows-where. They look eerily similar like this, when KID isn’t wearing his phantom thief attire, he looks just like Shinichi on a casual day.
“I’ll see you next heist, meitantei,” KID says, offering him his signature grin. “Goodnight.” He walks over to give Shinichi a soft peck on the cheek before leaving, casually walking out the door like nothing is wrong. Shinichi is too tired to protest.
The house feels even more empty after all that.
It’s nothing he didn’t expect, KID always leaves after sex. He never stays, not for longer than he needs to. Shinichi understands, it must be difficult for him to lay down and rest beside someone, even if that someone is Shinichi. It’s not just about trust, it’s about KID’s paranoia. He knows that feeling all too well.
So, as always, Shinichi wraps the blanket around himself and waits for his own body heat to warm up the thick fabric. He can almost fool himself into thinking that he doesn't feel terribly cold inside. He hugs his pillow and pretends he isn’t sleeping alone. Sometimes, he wonders if KID would think he’s pathetic for doing this, but there’s no way he wouldn’t understand, right? He wonders if it hurts KID just as much.
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Shinichi lets out a loud cry, his body clenching around KID as he comes. He clings tightly to KID, moaning desperately as KID keeps thrusting up into him, bouncing Shinichi on his lap through his orgasm. His body trembles with the lingering pleasure even after KID stops and gives him time to breathe.
“Want me to carry you to the bed, princess?” KID teases.
“No,” Shinichi pants. His trembling hand finds KID’s necktie, yanking it towards himself, their faces almost touching. KID looks even prettier up close. Shinichi wants to ruin him, until he can do nothing but surrender. “Keep going. You’re still hard, right?” he demands.
Surprise flashes on KID’s face before it’s replaced by a self-satisfied smirk. “Oh, you’re not done. Feisty today, aren’t we?”
“Shut up and keep fucking me,” Shinichi hisses. He feels a brief sense of pride in his chest as KID shivers beneath him.
“Sure you can handle this? You’re still shaking,” he asks.
He’s not sure, actually. He’s still feeling tingly all over, still sensitive from the previous round. It doesn’t matter, he has to do this. He gives KID a nod anyway.
Shinichi grips the back of KID’s shirt tightly, his breaths heavy as he tries to hold himself together. He can’t help but let out uncharacteristically high-pitched moans as KID starts thrusting into him again. It’s so much, KID’s cock stretching his insides, sliding over his prostate and hitting all the sensitive spots deep inside him. He grips KID’s shirt so hard that he fears it might tear.
“You sound so pretty right now,” KID says, panting softly as he speeds up. His hands, one gloved and one isn’t, grip Shinichi’s hips gently, the touch of his silk glove against his flushed skin driving him mad. His teasing tongue finds Shinichi’s nipple, its tip playing with the sensitive nub, making Shinichi shiver.
“KID…!” Shinichi arches his back, his fingers digging into the back of KID’s shirt as he comes again. He chokes out moans and sobs as the overstimulation becomes too much, tears trickling down his face from the intensity of it all. He doesn’t notice as KID finishes, too caught up with trying to cope with the overwhelming stimulation.
He only comes back to himself when KID’s bare fingers wipe away the tears on his face.
“That was too much, wasn’t it?” KID asks softly.
He shakes his head, taking a moment to catch his breath before saying, “it was good.”
It really was too much, but he’s not going to admit it. He wishes he could keep going, to go until KID is the one who has to tap out, then maybe Shinichi can convince him to stay the night. Unfortunately, he definitely can’t handle another round at this point.
“I think we’re done for today,” KID says, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Shinichi silently nods, and lets himself be carried to his bed, too tired to protest, as always. His limbs sprawl out as KID lays him down on the mattress. He takes deep breaths, closing his eyes for a moment as he tries to calm down. Then, he hears the sound of his closet opening. His eyes startle open, his head snapping towards the source of the sound.
“You’re leaving?” he asks, his voice coming out more desperate than he wanted.
KID raises his eyebrows at him. “Yeah? I’m a busy man, you know.”
Right, of course. For a moment, Shinichi considers asking KID to stay, but ultimately decides against it. He can’t just do that, can he? What if KID really doesn’t want to stay? Making him reject a request outright seems cruel.
So, Shinichi silently watches as KID gets dressed in his clothes and prepares to leave. The goodbye kiss is painful as ever.
-
It’s already 1 AM when Shinichi gets back to the Kudou mansion. Sighing tiredly, he loosens his necktie as he walks up the stairs towards his bedroom. The heist tonight was fun, but KID really had him running around a lot. It’s okay though, no matter what, he’ll be the last one standing tonight. He has it planned out, all that’s left is for KID to say yes.
When he opens his bedroom door, he’s mortified to see KID already on the bed, waiting for him with a sly smirk.
“Yo,” KID greets him easily, ignoring how Shinichi is frozen in place in the doorway. “Took you long enough. Hey, what’s with the handcuffs on the nightstand, by the way?”
Shit. He forgot to put those away. “How- how did you get here before me?” he demands.
“Magic,” KID replies dismissively. He lifts the handcuffs up, dangling them in the air and letting the moonlight reflect off the metal. “I’m guessing you wanna play some cops and robbers today?”
Shinichi sputters as KID cackles. “Shut up! I-I had plans! I…” He takes a deep breath. This is fine. He can salvage this, this can still work.
“Hmm,” KID lowers his voice to a sultry drawl, “and what would those plans be, meitantei?”
This is it. He just has to propose it, and once KID accepts, it’s over for him. Stay cool. “Actually, I was thinking maybe we could try something a bit different today.”
“Oh?”
Shinichi closes the door behind him and makes his way towards the bed, willing himself not to show signs of nervousness. Act confident, just like how kaa-san used to teach— wait, don’t think of her at a time like this, damn it!
With a motion as fluid as the goo that makes up his brain in this moment, Shinichi climbs onto the bed and pushes KID down, straddling his hips. “I want to use those,” he glances at the handcuffs, “on you.”
Surprise flashes on KID’s face for a split second, before a mask of confidence slips into place. “Why, aren’t you always full of surprises? I like the sound of that,” he says with a grin. “Just to clarify, I’m not getting arrested, right?”
A laugh startles out of Shinichi. “No, idiot. No actual cops involved.”
“Okay, sounds good.” KID obediently lets Shinichi have the handcuffs once he gestures for them. “Are you topping?”
“Yes.” Shinichi keeps his voice neutral as he takes the handcuffs from KID’s hand. “We should probably take your clothes off, is that okay?” KID usually keeps most of his clothes on, and he always gets so sweaty, it never looks comfortable.
There’s a moment of hesitation, before KID steals himself. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he says, starting to unbutton his suit, then the shirt underneath.
Shinichi can’t help but feel a sense of primal thrill as he helps undress the elusive thief. He’s seen him completely naked before, of course, but not this up close and intimately. The more he sees of KID underneath, the more he feels attracted to him. He didn’t even know it was possible for him to be this physically attracted to someone, but KID is just so gorgeous, his beautiful lean muscles perfectly complemented by his silky smooth skin.
“Like what you see?” KID teases. He shifts slightly, flexing his subtle abs. “Taking pictures not allowed, not that you need it.”
Photographic memory, another trait they share. Shinichi lets out an amused huff. “You’re such a showoff.” He sweeps his eyes up the sight that is KID’s body, before stopping at his face. “Can we take your monocle off, too?” He doesn’t understand why KID always insists on keeping it on, they both know that their faces are identical. Maybe it’s insecurity, or it has a placebo effect? “It’s okay if not, we’re trying a lot of new things today,” he adds.
KID actually takes a moment to think about it. He keeps his face neutral, but Shinichi can practically feel the nerves and uncertainty.
“Would it be okay to do that?” KID asks, his voice quieter than what Shinichi is familiar with, carrying a vulnerability that he doesn’t let show often, all traces of confidence seem to vanish as he thinks Shinichi’s request over.
“What do you mean? I was the one who asked to take it off.” Shinichi settles himself more comfortably on the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of KID. He has a feeling that this is something he should approach carefully.
“I mean… taking my clothes off is fine, but taking my monocle off is…” KID sighs, glancing away from him. His face doesn’t show it, but his voice betrays the feelings he tries to hide. “Don’t make me spell it out,” he says, his every word laced with a silent plea.
Shinichi feels his heart clenching in his chest. “You’re kidding,” he whispers. “You don’t think this is just between me and your KID persona, do you?”
“How could it not be?”
The insecurity and self-loathing in KID’s voice makes Shinichi want to just stop this conversation and hug him, but he knows this is something they have to talk about eventually.
“It’s not all acting though, right?” Shinichi asks. “At least not when you’re with me, surely there’s the real you somewhere in there. You’re not always pretending when you’re with me, are you?”
“No!” KID blurts out, his eyes wide with panic as he meets Shinichi’s gaze again. “Of course not, I’m not just pretending when I’m with you, but it’s not all me, either.” He swallows, clearly struggling to keep eye contact with Shinichi. “Listen, uhm, Shinichi, I…” he trails off, his eyes wavering. “I…” his voice cracks, and he inevitably looks away, letting the shadows obscure his face.
Shinichi moves closer to him, settling down next to him and taking his ungloved hand. The use of his real name and the way KID is struggling to say something tells him that this is a sensitive topic. He hears KID taking a deep breath, his hand gripping Shinichi’s tightly, as if afraid that he’ll vanish.
“Sometimes, I…” KID starts, a slight tremor creeping into his words despite how hard he tries to control it, “I’m… not sure who I am.”
It’s not a surprise to Shinichi that KID struggles with identities, unfortunately. He understands, too. He also struggled with it because of the whole thing with Conan, but he supposes their situations are a little different. KID has been in this for longer, of course, and as far as Shinichi knows, he chose this double life.
“You understand, right?” KID asks. “It’s not as simple as being my civilian self, because after a while, that’s also not who I am anymore. I’m constantly lying to my peers, trying to be the person they expect me to be, the person I was before all… this. ” He looks down at their intertwined hands. “So, if I take off the monocle, if I stop playing this role, I… I don’t know who I’ll be, then. I don’t know who you expect me to be.”
“Hey, don’t let my expectations dictate who you are, but if you have to know…” Shinichi runs his thumb over KID’s knuckles, carefully caressing the tender hand he doesn’t get to see often. “I expect you to be the version of you that you want to be, the you that you want me to know. If you’re neither KID nor the civilian identity that your peers know, and you don’t know who you are outside of those… it’s okay to figure it out with me.”
KID is silent for a long moment, before letting out a shaky laugh. “You really know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He shakes his head in amusement, his hand coming up to finally remove his monocle. “Thank you, Shinichi. Really, thank you.” He turns to look at Shinichi, this time without the monocle in the way, his face decorated with a smile. It’s different from his signature KID grin—more genuine, sparkling with joy that reaches his captivating indigo eyes.
Shinichi can’t help but smile back, his heart swelling with affection for the person in front of him. “I’ve been there, more or less.”
“How can this work, though?” KID asks. “I have so many secrets, so many things I’m not ready to tell you, so many things I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to tell you.”
“It’s okay to keep some secrets, it’s okay to not reveal everything right now. I know things can change when secrets are revealed, the way we interact can change.” He thinks back to the shift that happened when he told Ran about Conan. He remembers it well, things haven’t been the same since, but he doesn’t regret it. “Change is natural, it doesn’t have to be bad. People change, relationships develop, it’s normal. I’m willing to accept the changes that come in the future, if it means we can be truer to ourselves around each other.”
KID sniffles, his eyes welling up with tears as he listens to Shinichi, but before Shinichi can ask if he’s okay, he finds himself captured in a sudden, deep kiss. Shinichi lets out a slight noise of surprise, but quickly responds, kissing back with the same passion. His eyes flutter shut as he puts his arms around KID, pulling him closer, until KID is sitting halfway on his lap.
As soon as they part, KID hastily wipes the tears from his face. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he says, breathless, “and to be honest, I’m fucking terrified, but I don’t wanna get into that right now.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “My head is a mess, so… I have a favor to ask, if that’s okay.”
“What favor?” Shinichi asks, a slight tinge of worry in his voice. KID rarely asks for favors, the last time he did was probably the Singapore incident.
KID reaches for the handcuffs that lie forgotten on the mattress, offering it to Shinichi once again. “I need you to fuck me so hard that I forget about the mess that is my goddamn life,” he says, his eyes intense as he stares into Shinichi’s. “Just for tonight, do whatever you want with me, anything goes. Break me.”
Shinichi unconsciously swallows, blood rising to his face… and partially going to his cock. “Are you- are you sure? That’s a lot, and you rarely ever bottom, I mean—”
“I know what I said. My safe word is cocoa, by the way.” KID practically shoves the handcuffs into Shinichi’s hands. “Trust me, I need this. And, Shinichi…” there’s a moment of hesitation before resolve solidifies in his eyes again, “call me Kaito.”
Tonight couldn’t have gone better, in Shinichi’s opinion. They finally had a long overdue talk, and his plan is going perfectly. He has KID— Kaito —where he wants him, bare naked in front of him, his wrists cuffed to the headboard, with Shinichi’s cock deep inside him.
Taking a moment to pull out, Shinichi dribbles some more lube onto his cock before sliding back in, earning a pitiful whimper out of Kaito. They’ve been going at it for a long time, and he’s lost count of how many times Kaito has come. He’s a sobbing, trembling mess, his face flushed red and wet with tears, his flaccid cock soaked in its own previous loads. Shinichi probably should feel bad for him, but he can’t help it, Kaito looks perfect like this, and to think that they waited this long to try something new.
Kaito writhes and whines as Shinichi thrusts lazily into him. He’s oversensitive, every ounce of pleasure so overwhelming that it’s painful, but he’s not telling Shinichi to stop yet. He wants this, and Shinichi knows he can still handle more.
Shinichi takes pleasure in the way Kaito is shivering at his every touch, every glide of his cock over his prostate, every teasing caress from Shinichi’s hands on his trembling body. Kaito loves when his nipples are teased, gentle flicks and pinches making him squirm.
“I-I’m gonna come again,” Kaito whimpers, his voice hoarse from all the moaning and crying he’s been doing. “Hnng…! I-I can’t, Shinichi, I- ah!” he cries out at a particularly rough thrust, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as he gasps and moans, trying to hold on against the pleasure that’s building up too fast inside him.
“I think you can,” Shinichi says as he continues to thrust into him at a steady pace. His hand slides up Kaito’s side before giving his stiff nipple a light pinch. He’s rewarded with a broken cry, Kaito’s insides fluttering around his cock as his entire body shudders. Shinichi has to bite the inside of his cheek and slow down his pace to not come right then and there. Kaito feebly pulls at the handcuffs as he arches his back, small spasms rippling through his body as he sobs and moans, his cock twitching on his stomach but nothing comes out anymore. Shinichi keeps going until Kaito’s body goes lax, coming down from his high.
Shinichi stills his movement, but not pulling out, enjoying the feeling of Kaito’s warm insides around his aching cock. He reaches a hand up to Kaito’s wrists, his thumb gently caressing the slight abrasions on his tender skin underneath the unforgiving metal. “Does this hurt?” he asks softly. “We could take them off if you want.”
It takes Kaito a moment to register the question, his mind having long turned to mush. “Yeah… yeah, take them off,” he responds shakily.
Once the handcuffs are tossed aside, Shinichi takes one of his wrists and presses a soft kiss against the red marks. “You’re doing so well, Kaito. You’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs, his hand tenderly holding Kaito’s, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on his sore wrist. “Think you can keep going?”
“I don’t wanna stop yet.” Kaito’s eyes flutter shut as he takes a few deep breaths. “It hurts, but… it feels so good. I don’t want this to end, but I don’t know how much more I can take.”
Shinichi hums thoughtfully, his fingers caressing Kaito’s hand as he admires it. Kaito must really trust him, to let him touch his tools of trade so freely. The realization makes him feel warm and pleasant inside. “You’re going to come for me one more time, then we’ll be done. Can you do that?” he asks.
“Okay.” Kaito sniffles and opens his puffy eyes to look up at Shinichi. “Come here, I wanna hold you,” he says, his trembling hands coming up to grip Shinichi’s shoulders, pulling him down. Shinichi complies, leaning down until his face is in the crook of Kaito’s neck, letting Kaito wrap his arms around him. He presses a soft kiss against Kaito’s neck, earning him a slight shiver.
When they’re this close, Shinichi can feel every tremble from Kaito, every erratic beat of his heart, and hear all his shaky breaths. He really ruined this man, and he couldn’t be happier about it.
“You can move,” Kaito says, tightening his hold on him. His breath hitches as Shinichi pulls out and thrusts back in. Hoarse cries and moans spill from his trembling lips as he holds onto Shinichi for dear life.
“You’re so perfect like this,” Shinichi pants, letting his warm breath ghost over the sensitive skin of Kaito’s neck. “Just a little more. Come for me, Kaito,” he says as he speeds up, his pace relentless as he chases his own orgasm.
Kaito’s body convulses as he comes, too sudden and intense, pleasure washing over him in waves. He lets out a loud keen, his fingers digging into Shinichi’s back as he scrambles for purchase. He moans and sobs, writhing desperately as Shinichi keeps going until he finishes with a loud moan, finally slowing to a stop. Kaito’s entire body trembles as he weakly clings to Shinichi, shakily gasping for breath.
Shinichi presses a soft kiss on Kaito’s neck. “Are you okay?” he asks, pulling back a little to look at his tear-streaked face.
A slight nod is all Kaito can manage as he lets his eyelids slip shut and his arms fall to his sides. A whimper slips past his lips as Shinichi pulls out, every inch of his body oversensitive.
“Look at how much you came,” Shinichi says, chuckling as he cleans Kaito with a towel. He tosses the towel aside and lies down beside Kaito, pulling him into a hug. Kaito immediately snuggles up against him, nestling into his chest. Shinichi smiles warmly as he wraps his arms around Kaito, holding him flush against his own body.
Having Kaito in his arms feels wonderful. Before this, he only ever got some tender touches and goodbye kisses after sex. Now, with Kaito wrapped snugly in his embrace, their naked bodies pressed together, he can’t imagine going back. He takes a moment to appreciate this, the elusive and mysterious thief he spent so long chasing after, finally lowering his guard enough for this to happen. His beautiful body exposed in its entirety, scars and all, his soft hair tickling Shinichi’s neck, his warm breath caressing his chest—they’re a monument of their time spent dancing around the concept of trust and faith, their countless exchanges of challenges and favors, their clumsy attempts at affection and intimacy.
Kaito starts to nod off, but then immediately startles himself awake. He looks up at Shinichi with wide eyes, before quickly putting on a mask of composure. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “Hey, we should take a shower. We’re all sticky from… you know…”
Slightly suspicious to suddenly bring that up, but he’s not wrong. “Yeah, let’s,” Shinichi says, reluctantly letting go of Kaito so that they both can get up.
Shinichi was expecting a chill, slow shower, maybe a makeout session, only to find that Kaito is very efficient at cleaning himself. It takes him less than five minutes to thoroughly apply soap and shampoo on his body and hair and rinse them, and Shinichi can’t even begin to comprehend how he got all the come and lube out of his ass, before he helps himself to a spare towel under the sink (at this point why is he still surprised that Kaito knows where everything is), and exits the bathroom after drying himself off.
Maybe Shinichi should’ve thought about why Kaito was in such a hurry, so it wouldn’t be such a slap in the face when he leaves the bathroom to see Kaito, dressed up with Shinichi’s dark clothes, halfway through climbing out the bedroom window.
“What the- hey!” He rushes to the window, pulling Kaito back securely on his feet. “You’re seriously leaving after all that? ” Shinichi demands, his hand firmly gripping Kaito’s arm. He really thought his plan succeeded. He did everything right, even more than he’d planned! So, why is Kaito leaving again?
With his face turned away from Shinichi, Kaito takes a breath before asking in a coldly neutral voice, “are you gonna stop me?”
Stunned into silence, Shinichi finds himself glancing away, his grip on Kaito’s arm loosening. “No…” he replies weakly. This was the whole reason why he never asked, he didn’t want to put pressure on him. “But why?” he asks. “Why… Why don’t you trust me?” It hurts to ask that after everything.
“I do trust you,” Kaito says. “It’s not about that.”
“So why don’t you ever stay?” There has to be a reason, but what reason could there be besides distrust and paranoia?
Kaito takes a deep breath, pulling his arm out of Shinichi’s grip. “Do you remember when we went to Singapore together?”
The gears in Shinichi’s head quickly turning, he recalls the events of the time they spent together back then. They did sleep together during that time. It was only one night, and it was—
“Is this about the snoring and thrashing around at night?” Shinichi asks in disbelief.
Kaito scoffs. “It’s not just about that, though I do admit I’m a shitty sleeping partner in general.” He sighs, contemplating what he should say. “Let’s just say… my sleep isn’t usually that peaceful.”
Silence hangs heavy in the air as Shinichi considers the info. “Night terrors?” he asks.
“It’s not pretty,” Kaito says, and there’s the self-loathing in his voice again. “I don’t want you to see it. I took sleeping pills back then just so you wouldn’t have to.”
The admission feels like a punch in the gut. Kaito really is the type to insist on dealing with his problems all by himself, isn’t he? “It’s okay if you don’t want me to see it, but… you know I won’t judge, right? I get those too, you know.” Shinichi slowly moves closer, before wrapping his arms around Kaito in a loose hug that he can get out of if he chooses. “But it’s okay. If you really don’t want me to see it, that’s fine, but at least stay here for the night. I’ll prepare a spare bedroom for you if you want, just don’t leave when you’re exhausted like this.”
Kaito allows himself to lean into the embrace with a huff. “That was your plan, then. Sneaky bastard,” he says, but there’s no heat in his voice.
“Says you,” Shinichi retorts, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
They spend a long moment like that, soaking in the warmth and closeness as Kaito contemplates his choices, and Shinichi allows him the time to think.
With a heavy sigh, Kaito’s body sags against Shinichi as he seems to give in to the comfort. “Fine, let’s sleep together, but I’d better not hear you complain about it afterwards.”
“I won’t,” Shinichi assures him. “Take off the black clothes, you look like an actual thief like this.”
Kaito snorts. “It’s your clothes I’m wearing.”
“Yeah, yeah, shut up. Change into some pajamas already.” Shinichi takes the black cap off from Kaito’s head, revealing the damp, messy hair underneath. “Give me a few minutes to change the bedsheet, it’s filthy from what we did earlier.”
“Scandalous,” Kaito comments with a sly grin.
-
(Bonus: who spoons who?)
“Just roll over,” Shinichi says. “Let me be the big spoon.”
“Hell no, I’m not waking up with your morning wood in my ass crack,” Kaito protests, giving Shinichi a light shove.
“What kind of reason is that? You’re such a pervert.” Shinichi shoves Kaito back, his face reddening with embarrassment.
“Says you,” Kaito bites back. “We should stick to tradition. You’re a little guy, so you get to be the little spoon.”
“We’re the same height!”
“We weren’t before.” Kaito’s eyes light up as a brilliant idea crosses his mind. “Don’t you want to relive the days where I carried you around on the hang glider?” Kaito says with a punchable smug look on his face.
“You m—” Motherfucker is what he wants to call him. Unfortunately, he’s not wrong. “—make a compelling argument,” Shinichi ends up saying after a moment of internally seething. Fuck this guy for being right, this is so humiliating.
A shit-eating grin spreads across Kaito’s face. “Then it’s settled.”
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An illustration I commissioned Caelum for. Thank you so much for drawing this! Check out their tumblr post here.
