Late In The Evening

by thechickenpanda

Summary:

Poe receives an unexpected text from Ranpo while up writing late into the night.

Chapter 1

Notes:

I went through and made all the text bubbles because I thought it looked better than putting their texts as plain text. Would it show up like that in a novel? No. But I painstakingly did it anyway. If they don't show up you just have to refresh the page. I will not be doing something like that again.

Sorry Ranpo texts like a teenage girl.

Poe was working late at his desk in his home office. He was immersed in the novel he was writing, hardly even noticing the lateness of the hour. Suddenly, his phone chimed with a text alert. The sound broke the silence in his quiet office. Poe paused, setting down his pen. He picked up his phone and saw the message notification. It was from Ranpo. He unlocked his phone, curious about what Ranpo could need from him. Hearing from him was strange at this late hour. Though Poe often worked late into the night, Ranpo was rarely up into the early hours.

When he looked at what message he had received, he noticed there was no text on it. Instead, there was a photo attached. Poe raised an eyebrow at the message. Ranpo contacting him this late was strange enough, but the photo only peaked Poe's curiosity more. He tapped the picture, opening it.

The photo opened to his screen, showing what appeared to be Ranpo, laying down on a futon, but his face was cut out of the photo. Instead, it was a down-angled photo of his body, dressed in a light pajama-like yukata. The garment was loose, letting one of his legs peek out just a small bit. There was no text attached. No explanation. Just the photo of Ranpo from the chest down.

Poe's cheeks flushed red. He stared at the picture, taking in every detail. His eyes traveled down the exposed leg, taking in Ranpo’s smooth, soft skin. He swallowed, trying not to let his thoughts wander too far. His heart pounded in his chest, his eyes locked on the picture. Ranpo didn't send anything else. It was unclear if he was waiting, or if he'd sent the photo by accident. Poe stared at the phone for a moment longer, the heat still in his cheeks. He couldn't stop thinking about the photo – about Ranpo. He decided to risk it, and typed out a reply.

(Was this meant to be sent to me?)

A text came back a few moments later.

(Depends)

Very unhelpful. Poe looked at Ranpo’s single word response, his curiosity growing even more. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to regain his concentration on writing his novel.

(On what?)

He typed.

(On what u think of it)

A pause. Poe thought for a moment, his face still slightly red. He scrolled back slightly to the photo of Ranpo again, looking at it for a little longer. He took a shaky breath and typed out his response.

(I like it. A lot.)

A few moments of silence passed before another message chimed in, this time, a photo attachment. He quickly tapped on it, his curiosity and excitement growing. It was similar to the first one, the same position and angle, but this time the front of the robe was pushed open, showing a bit of Ranpo's bare chest and stomach. Again, there was no text.

Poe's eyes widened as he looked at the new photo. He couldn't rip his eyes away from the smooth, exposed skin of Ranpo's chest and stomach. The way the robe was pushed open left enough to the imagination, but also teased at more. His heart began to pound even faster. He took a few moments to compose himself and then typed out a reply, his fingers slightly shaky.

(I like this even more.)

There was an even longer pause before the next message. This one contained a video file. Poe's heart felt like it might beat out of his chest. The anticipation was killing him. An entire video? He was both nervous and excited. He took a deep breath and tapped play.

There was quiet music in the background. It was the same angle of Ranpo again, but this time, he moved, obviously. He pulled on the belt of the yukata, which came loose immediately and was discarded. He ran his fingers under one side of the clothing, flipping it open to show the full length of his chest, down his stomach, his hip, and his leg. That was all it showed, however, the other side of the yukata staying wrapped in place, covering anything else that was under it. The sight of a small tent in fabric the covered side was not lost on Poe however, right as the video came to an end.

Poe's breath hitched as he watched the video. The sight of Ranpo, revealing himself so sensually, was a lot for him to handle. His face flushed even more, his heart pounding in his ears. He could feel the heat coursing through his body, and he couldn't help but let out a shaky exhale. He watched the video again and again, his eyes tracing over every inch of Ranpo's body, the tent in the fabric catching his attention. He was completely entranced.

After a long period of silence – besides the sound of the video – another photo came through. Just when Poe thought he couldn't get any more flustered, there was more. He eagerly opened Ranpo’s next photo, anticipation coursing through his veins.

This photo was finally a different angle, flipped to the front camera. Ranpo's face was still cut out, however, the photo only showing just below his nose. The photo showed his mouth, open with his tongue running over his lip. Below was his bare shoulders and collarbone, right above where his nipples were.

Poe's choked on his breath as he saw the new photo. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight of Ranpo's open mouth and his tongue peeking out, pink and wet. He cursed that the photo ended just below his collarbone. The thought of what was hidden below made his imagination run wild. He stared at the photo for a few more moments, his mind going to all sorts of places. He wanted to press his lips against the exposed skin more than anything.

After another period of time, while Poe stared at the photos and videos he'd received, an actual text came through from Ranpo.

(U there?)

Poe snapped out of his thoughts as the new text message popped up on his screen. He'd been so lost in admiring the photos and videos he'd been sent that he'd forgotten to respond.

(Yeah, I'm here)

He typed back, his heart still pounding in his chest.

(Good dont make me impatient)

The text was accompanied by a new photo. It was the same shot from the video, but this time, Ranpo's hand was in it, resting on his lap over the covered side of his hips. The tent under the yukata was more clear as his fingers settled around it, causing the fabric to show the outline of his erection.

Poe's thought he might pass out as he saw the new photo. His imagination only ran wilder. He bit his lip as he looked at the photo, his heart pounding in his ears. He was getting more and more worked up, and he couldn't think straight.

(You're teasing me, you know that?)

(I thought that was obvious)

Poe let out a shaky exhale. It was definitely obvious. Ranpo was obviously playing with him, and it was working. He was so turned on right now, he could barely think straight to text Ranpo back.

(You're driving me crazy.)

He typed back.

(Well im not gonna send everything first text gotta work up to it)

Poe groaned at the response. Ranpo was teasing him on purpose, and it was both frustrating and exciting at the same time. The wait was both torture and a thrill.

(You're evil.)

His hand gripped his phone tightly.

(Oh yeah? So u dont wanna see this then?)

Another photo came with that text. Poe quickly opened it, his heart racing. He had a feeling that the photo would be even more teasing and tantalizing than the previous ones. His eyes widened as he saw the new photo, his face heating up even more. He swallowed, his hand gripping his phone almost painfully. "Goddamn it." He muttered under his breath.

This one was the most explicit. Ranpo had finally moved the other side of the yukata away from his side, and was laying now with it completely open, both legs, both hips, both sides, fully on display. Of course, the most eye-catching part of it all was his erection, fully in view, in the center of the photo.

Poe felt a wave of heat wash over his entire body as his brain registered the new photo. He couldn't stop his eyes from tracing over every inch of Ranpo's body. The sight was both beautiful and overwhelming, and he felt his own body responding in kind, the front of his black striped pants feeling much tighter than they had. His hand was shaking as he typed out a reply.

(Jesus christ, Ranpo)

There was no text, only another photo in response. Poe's heart was beating so fast, he felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He couldn't believe how far Ranpo was taking this, but he was loving every second of it. He quickly opened the new photo, his hands trembling slightly.

This one was a slightly more zoomed in shot of the same, this time with Ranpo's hand wrapped around the length of his dick. His other hand peeked into the photo as well, making a heart with his index finger and thumb. At this point, Poe could feel himself throb beneath his pants. Ranpo was driving him completely insane. He couldn't believe how sexy it was. His face was flushed, his body was hot, and his mind was racing. He was so turned on right now, he didn’t even know what he should say back to Ranpo.

(You're killing me)

His words were a mix of frustration and desire.

(how do u think i feel? I can only sit here and imagine how ur reacting)

Poe groaned out loud at the text, his mind spinning with the mental image of Ranpo, just sitting there, imagining how he was reacting with his hand still holding his dick. It was both tantalizing and torturous at the same time.

(You have no idea. I'm losing my mind over here.)

(I dont have any reason to believe u)

Poe let out a frustrated sigh. He knew Ranpo was just messing with him now, teasing him on purpose. Ranpo knew exactly how he was reacting.

(You want proof, is that it?)

(Oh do i? What does my rival detective thing i want?)

Poe rolled his eyes at the response. He could practically hear Ranpo's smug tone through the text. But he couldn't deny that he loved this little game they were playing.

(You're insufferable, you know that? I know what you want. You want me to send you a picture in return, don't you?)

(.......maybe~)

He knew it. Ranpo was asking for a picture of him, just like he suspected. He bit his lip, contemplating whether or not to do it. He’d never taken an erotic photo of himself before. In fact, he rarely took any sort of photo of himself at all. He started to unbutton his shirt with shaky hands. Ranpo had shown him so much, but he didn’t want to fully expose himself just yet. Poe pulled his shirt and the jacket on top off, his bare torso now exposed. He took a moment to look himself over in his front camera before taking the picture. He felt that he had a nice body. He hoped Ranpo would agree. He snapped the picture and sent it to Ranpo, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for the response.

The time between Poe sending the photo and Ranpo's response felt like an eternity, though it was only a few minutes. A video came through soon enough. Poe's heart was in his throat as he received it. He could only imagine what it was going to be this time. With trembling hands, he hit play on the video.

Though the music was still playing faintly in the background, a new sound filled the room from this video. The sound of Ranpo's breath. He sounded like he was panting a little, or sighing. More importantly, the video showed his hand sliding slowly up and down over his dick.

Hearing the sound of Ranpo's panting and sighing sent a shiver down Poe’s spine, and the sight of his hand moving up and down was almost too much to handle. His own cock strained against his pants, begging to be freed. Poe couldn’t stop a little moan from slipping out of his mouth. He couldn't believe how far they were taking this.

There was a long period of nothing again, though Poe barely noticed while watching Ranpo's video over and over. Another text popped up.

(Doesnt it look like it feels good?)

(It looks amazing. I bet it feels even better.)

He replied quickly, his hand instinctively reaching down to adjust the front of his pants.

(So you like that hmmmm~?)

Poe groaned at the tease. He couldn't play coy any longer, not when the evidence was literally straining against his pants.

(You know I do. Don't play dumb, Ranpo.)

(I dunno if i know ed~ Ur gonna have to prove urself some more!)

(You want me to prove that I like it, huh?)

He ran a hand through his hair, his nerves flaring again at the idea of sending another image of himself to Ranpo. "Alright then," he said aloud to himself as he started to undo his belt. He could only hope that Ranpo would like what he was about to see. He took a shaky breath as he unzipped his pants, sliding them down over his hips and letting them fall to his knees. He sat back down in his desk chair in only his boxer briefs now, his heart racing as he looked down at himself. The fabric of his tight underwear was straining, the outline of his erection clearly visible under the thin material. He grabbed his phone, hesitating as he looked at his lap through the camera. He finally snapped a picture, his hand shaking slightly. He knew he was playing right into Ranpo's hands, but he was too far gone at this point to care. He sent the picture to Ranpo, waiting for a response with bated breath.

Another video came after a moment. Poe hit play without hesitation, his mind racing with anticipation. The angle was the same as the last, though the camera was slightly shakier than before. Ranpo was moving his hand faster than before, his legs curling up a bit. His panting was still audible, but towards the end of the video, the sound of his moan rang out.

The sound of Ranpo's pleasure was like a bolt of lightning, straight to Poe’s core. He bit his lip, his own breath coming out in ragged gasps as he stared at the screen, his head filled with the image of Ranpo, writhing and moaning. "Ranpo..." He whispered, his voice trembling with desire.

After a bit of silence, another text popped up below the video.

(More)

Poe groaned at the command. He knew what Ranpo was asking for, and his body was shivering with anticipation. But he wasn't going to give in that easily. He wanted to make Ranpo work for it a little bit more.

(More, huh You want more, you're going to have to ask nicely~!)

Another photo. Poe's heart skipped a beat as the photo popped up on the screen. Any thoughts of resistance were gone in an instant. It was a closeup of Ranpo’s finger and thumb, having brushed over his tip, rubbed with precum. There was no text with it, but it was clearly his interpretation of "asking nicely". The photo made Poe’s jaw drop. His eyes were locked onto the precum glistening on his tip and fingers. He wanted more than anything to suck on them.

"God damn it, Ranpo," he said quietly, his hand running through his hair in frustration. He knew he wasn’t winning this game, but he wanted to push it just a little more. He wanted to see Ranpo ask for exactly what he wanted.

(You know what I want to hear, Ranpo.)

(Ur no fun)

Poe rolled his eyes.

(And you're insufferable)

His free hand idly moved to his hips, playing with the waistband of his boxer briefs.

(Would u pls just show me already?)

Ranpo’s next text was more insistent, less teasing. It made Poe weak in the knees. He could tell Ranpo was getting desperate, and it made him feel hot all over.

(Well, since you asked so nicely)

He pulled on the waistband of his underwear, finally freeing his aching cock from them. He held it in one hand, and focused the camera with the other. It was a closeup shot, not too different from the one Ranpo had sent him. His hand was wrapped around the base of his length. The skin of the head was shiny and slick with precum. He had to hold back from stroking himself and keep still to get a good shot. It had to be perfect for Ranpo.

(Is that what you want to see?)

Ranpo didn't answer the question. Instead, all he said back was:

(Finally)

(You're lucky you're cute)

Poe typed back, not annoyed at all by Ranpo’s one word response. He already knew he was affected by it. Another video came through soon enough. Poe didn't waste a moment before hitting play. He was desperate for any new sight or sound of Ranpo at this point, and he was willing to accept anything he could get. It was similar to the previous video, with Ranpo quickly moving his hand up and down, but his legs were shaking this time, and his breathing was heavier. “Aah~ aah, Ed~” He moaned and whined behind the camera.

The sound of Ranpo moaning his name sent a wave of heat through Poe's body. He closed his eyes, his hand tightening around his dick. There was no way he could keep his composure. He began to move his hand quickly up and down himself, replaying the last video. "God damn it, Ranpo," he mumbled under his breath, his breathing getting heavier.

(You're driving me crazy, you know that?)

It took him a moment to type it with one hand.

(Show me)

Ranpo texted back, not so much playing games anymore. Poe groaned at the command, his body burning with an overwhelming desire. He wanted to show Ranpo everything, to give him everything he wanted.

(Alright, you want to see me that badly, do you?)

Poe took a deep breath before starting to record his own video. He made sure to capture everything, setting his phone up on his desk, propped on a couple of books. He adjusted the angle, shifting in his chair so he wouldn’t leave anything out of the shot. He pressed record, then let out a ragged sigh, unable to keep quiet as he moved his hand faster, imagining what Ranpo’s face must look like right now. "Ranpo, oh god –" He groaned, his breathing labored. He was so caught up in the moment, he almost forgot to hit send.

Ranpo responded with another video. Poe almost knocked his phone off the desk in his eagerness to play it. He hit play, his eyes fixed on the screen, hand still moving up and down over the length of his dick.

It was same as the others, with Ranpo's hand moving even faster now, almost desperately. His toes were curling against the futon under him, and his moaning was drowning out the music playing completely. He rocked his hips up into his fist and whimpered.

"Oh god, Ranpo..." Poe moaned aloud, his own hand moving faster as he watched the video, his eyes fixed on Ranpo's desperate movements. The sounds of Ranpo's moans and whimpers were like music to his ears, and it only served to stoke the fire burning inside his abdomen.

Surprisingly, instead of asking Poe for more like Ranpo had the other times, another video came through immediately after the previous one. Poe didn't hesitate to hit play, his eyes fixed on the screen as stroked himself quickly and needily.

Immediately upon playing, the camera angle was a little off, as if Ranpo had hastily hit record this time. Barely a moment into the video, he let out a desperate moan, back arching up off the futon, as he came all over his stomach and chest, towards the camera. It was sudden, as if he had surprised himself and barely caught the moment in his desperation.

Poe was completely floored by the sight playing out before him on the small screen. It was like a dream, watching Ranpo reaching the brink of ecstasy, and he couldn’t believe he had the moment recorded for his eyes to watch again and again. "Fuck..."He groaned aloud, unable to keep his reaction in check. He let the video repeat, stroking himself desperately, bringing himself to that point as well. He was so focused on the video in front of him that he nearly forgot he was supposed to be filming himself.

He took a shaky breath, trying to snap himself back into the moment. He repositioned his phone to make sure he was in frame and started recording. He started moving his hand quickly, not wasting any time to build up. He kept his eyes on the screen, trying to make sure he was visible in the video, even as his mind wandered to the thought of Ranpo watching him. He didn’t want Ranpo to miss a moment. Ranpo was quiet on his end for the moment, unclear if he was waiting or simply recovering.

Poe didn't notice Ranpo's silence this time. He was too caught up in the moment. He was so close to the edge, his hand moving uncontrollably now. His breaths were coming out in desperate gasps for air. His mind was swimming with the image of Ranpo in that last video – of how delicious he looked when he came. He wanted more than anything to be there, right beside him, and to be the one to give him that pleasure. He was so close, right on the edge, he couldn't take it.

He closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment. His body was trembling. He wanted so much just to hear Ranpo's voice again, whispering in his ear, telling him to come for him. "Ranpo –" He gasped aloud, then repeated it over and over. Somewhere in his head, it occurred to him that the video was getting long. He pressed send with a shaky finger.

He was about to start recording again, when his phone pinged. This time, for the first time, it was an audio file. He pressed play, and Ranpo's voice came through the phone, breathy and slightly shaky. "Aah ahh, Ed~ Won't you come for me~?"

The sound of Ranpo's voice nearly pushed Poe over the edge by itself. He let out a ragged gasp as he listened. It was just what he’d wanted to hear. Did Ranpo actually deduce that he would want it? It didn’t matter now. He was hanging off the edge, the words ringing over and over in his mind. He barely remembered to press record again.

He had barely started the new recording when he couldn’t hang on any longer. The sound of Ranpo's voice was all he could think about. His body tensed as he let out a moan into the empty office as he came, splattering his bare chest and stomach. Poe collapsed back against the chair, his heart hammering in his chest. He gripped himself, squeezing his dick as the aftershocks made him whimper. He laid slouched down in his desk chair for a moment, trying to breathe again. After a moment, he realized his phone was still recording, and Ranpo was waiting for him. He quickly grabbed the phone and shut off the camera. He looked at the thumbnail for a moment. It was still shot of his rapidly moving hand, blurry. As he came down off the high, he felt nervous again to send this to Ranpo. He knew he shouldn’t be. It was what Ranpo wanted, and he had even sent him his own orgasm video. He let out a huff and finally pressed send, his mind bracing for possible teasing.

A photo from Ranpo came through almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting to send it. Poe was almost afraid to look, although a part of him was eager to see Ranpo's reaction. With some trepidation, he opened the image. The photo showed Ranpo in the front camera, finally fully including his face. He was winking with his tongue peeking out, and doing a peace sign in one hand. He was still obviously naked, and had made sure that the cum splattering his chest was also visible in the shot.

Even a less explicit photo like that made Poe’s heartbeat jump back up again. Before he could even respond, a text popped up right under it.

(U sound good when u cum❤️)

(You're going to be the death of me)

(If u liked it that much ill have to show u again next time im in the mood!)

Poe huffed, the image of Ranpo in the picture still partly on his screen. It was difficult to try to think straight when he’d just been so overwhelmed by his climax. He tried to think of a response, something snarky, something witty. Instead, what he eventually managed to type was:

(And when will that be?)

(😂)

Poe groaned at the laughing emoji. He had been hoping for a time frame, not just a taunt. That was probably too much to ask for though.

(Oh come on, that's not fair and you know it)

(If u want it that soon ull have to come see me~)

Poe's heart did a little flip at the suggestion. He wanted to see Ranpo in person. He had wanted it before, but now he wanted it so badly it hurt. He made the decision. He would go immediately, even at this late hour.

(Where are you?)

(My apartment duh)

It took everything Poe had to not just start running to Ranpo's location immediately.

(I'll be there in twenty minutes)

(:P)

Poe grabbed a change of clothes and headed out of his apartment, hailing a taxi to head over to Ranpo's place.

Notes:

Putting all these text bubbles in was a pain please clap

Chapter 2: At Ranpo's Apartment

Summary:

Poe makes it to Ranpo's place just like he said he would

Ranpo tossed his phone aside and got up off the futon, walking into the bathroom to clean his chest and stomach off. He was actually a bit surprised by how much of a mess he'd made. He didn't expect to come so hard from something that had started as just testing Poe’s interest. Once he was cleaned up, he closed his robe back up and sat back on the futon.

In the meantime, Poe had called a car, and he sat in the backseat getting more and more impatient with every block it traversed. He tried to keep his mind distracted with mundane things, but it was hard. All he could think about was Ranpo – his face, his voice, his hands, his body – He took a breath and shook his head, hoping the ride would pass quickly. The thought of finally being face-to-face with Ranpo was almost enough to make him go crazy.

Poe practically leapt out of the car, running to the door of Ranpo's apartment building. He took the stairs two by two, rushing as though Ranpo would disappear if he didn’t get there fast enough. His mind was spinning, a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and excitement. As he walked to Ranpo’s door, he took deep breaths, trying to get himself in order, not wanting Ranpo to see how eager he was right away. With one last deep breath, Poe came to a halt in front of the door, staring at it for a moment, before he lifted a trembling hand and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and there was Ranpo. He looked exactly how he had in the initial photo – dressed in his light yukata and barefoot. His hair was slightly mussed. He looked so cute, it took all Poe had to not simply push Ranpo up against the wall as soon as he saw him. Just the sight of him was doing terrible things to his self-control. Instead, Poe gave Ranpo a crooked smile, trying his best to keep his cool. “May I come inside?”

Ranpo smirked back up at him. "What's the password?"

Poe had to bite back a curse, his expression turning slightly more annoyed at Ranpo's answer. Damn him for knowing exactly what buttons to press. "This is really how you're going to play this? A password now of all times?"

Ranpo gave him a faux pout. "Aw c'mon, what happened to my rival who loves games and challenges?"

This man was really trying to drive him mad. He knew Poe's competitive side well. In fact, they often made each other riddles and passwords. But now was not the time for it. Poe huffed, folding his arms in front of his chest. "I hate you, you know that?" He mumbled, though the annoyance he tried to put into this tone faltered in the face of Ranpo’s yukata slipping slightly from his shoulder.

Ranpo just chuckled, moving his arm away from where he was blocking the door. "You're just lucky I'm horny." He snickered as he moved out of the way, letting Poe come inside without any other resistance.

Poe nearly groaned aloud, the words hitting him like a physical blow. Ranpo not being afraid to say how he felt about something wasn’t new to him, but for him to so brazenly admit to being aroused like that… How was he getting so worked up again? He was hardly inside the apartment yet. He swallowed, stepping inside the apartment and trying to keep some semblance of composure.

"Shoes off." Ranpo said, stepping through the kitchen back to the living area where his bed was laid out on the tatami. Poe obeyed the command without question, kicking off his shoes by the door. He followed Ranpo deeper into the apartment, his gaze following the movement of Ranpo's hips as he walked. Curse him for making even the simple act of walking seem sensual.

Ranpo came to a stop a few inches from the futon. "You changed clothes I see." Ranpo said, turning around and looking him over.

Poe typically dressed himself in somewhat formal clothing, vests and tails with fancy ties. His current look was much more casual now, just a simple black tee shirt and jeans. He wasn’t about to put a full suit, or something like that, on to come over here. "I didn't want to bring anything too... fancy."

The corner of Ranpo's mouth turned up. "Looks easy to take off."

Poe huffed out a short, shaky laugh, trying his hardest not to show just how much the comment affected him. "Trying to get me out of my clothes already? I only walked through the door not five minutes ago."

"Yeah, but you know why you're here in the middle of the night though."

Clearly there was no out-teasing Ranpo. It was simply too easy for the shorter man to get to him. Perhaps he would have tried harder under different circumstances. But not now. "You have no idea how much restraint it's taking to not push you down onto that futon right now." He said, an eye darkened with lust peeking out of his shaggy bangs.

Ranpo looked up at him, not showing a hint of backing down. "Then why aren't you?"

That was all the permission Poe needed. He scooped Ranpo off his feet and descended to the futon, still careful not to push him down too hard. He pinned Ranpo to the futon with his body, his hands holding Ranpo's wrists up by his head and his legs straddling Ranpo’s hips. Ranpo let out a gasp as his back connected with the soft bedding, looking up at Poe with his yukata starting to loosen from the movement.

"Looks like you got me right where you want me. Now what?" Ranpo said, looking up at him with a smirk on his face. Cocky bastard.

Poe let out a low breath at the comment, his mind already racing with the numerous things he wanted to do to the man beneath him. He tightened his grip on Ranpo's wrists, and leaned down to speak in his ear, his voice low and heated. "I have a few ideas..."

"Let's hear 'em." He could still hear the smirk in Ranpo’s voice.

Poe nipped at the lobe of Ranpo’s ear before continuing. "I've got so many things I want to do to you, my dear Ranpo. I’ll just have to show you instead." He began to move his lips and tongue down Ranpo’s neck as his hands unknotted the belt holding Ranpo's yukata closed.

Ranpo gave a quiet moan as the sensitive skin of his neck was kissed, sending goosebumps down his arms. He stayed still to let Poe undo his belt, patiently letting the taller man strip him. Poe pulled back once the belt was untied, looking down to admire the sight of Ranpo beneath him, the yukata falling open to fully expose his pale skin. It looked so soft and smooth, even better than in the photos. He released one of Ranpo’s wrists to trace a finger over his chest. "You're so exquisite." He murmured.

"Then I take it you like what you see?" Ranpo tried to keep his teasing tone from before, but with his clothes fallen open and his skin flushed, his eagerness was undeniable.

Poe’s mind was hazy with desire. The sight of Ranpo laid out beneath him, flushed and growing hard, was driving him wild even though he’d barely touched him. "You have no idea how much I like it." he muttered, the desperation soaking into his voice. He pressed his body flush against Ranpo's, leaving no space between them. Ranpo's hands snaked up his back, pushing his shirt up and exposing his skin.

Poe let out a soft gasp as Ranpo's hands ran up his back, sending a shiver up his spine. The skin-on-skin contact was sending sparks through his body, fueling the fire growing within him. He leaned back down, his mouth finding Ranpo's neck again. His hands moved over every square inch of exposed flesh he could reach with desperation.

Ranpo tugged on his shirt, trying to take it off of him. “These clothes are gonna drive me insane. I'm too naked for you to still have clothes on.”

Poe let out a soft laugh despite their position. He pulled back again, yanking the shirt over his head and tossing it aside without a care. "Better?" he asked as he immediately pressed back down against Ranpo. The feel of their bare chests rubbing together was enough to draw a low moan from his throat.

“Better.” Ranpo said, “But not perfect.” His fingers slipped into the waist of Poe's jeans.

Poe raised his hips to facilitate Ranpo's attempts to rid him of his pants, keeping his eyes trained on him. "You aren’t wasting any time tonight, are you?"

Ranpo nodded, as if it was obvious. “I already told you, I'm horny. I'm not here to waste time.”

A groan fell from Poe's lips upon hearing him say that for a second time. His dick was fighting with the front of his pants now, and he really didn’t want to have them on anyway. He pulled away just slightly as Ranpo quickly rid him of his pants, tossing them away to join his tee shirt next to the futon.

Ranpo laid on his back and watched Poe sit down in his underwear. His emerald eyes were open wide and focused, taking in every movement of Poe's muscles while he waited for him to come back down to him again. Poe's cheeks flushed as he felt Ranpo's gaze roaming over him. He wasn’t used to being looked at so thoroughly, especially when he was so undressed. It was hard to focus when Ranpo looked at him like that, like he wanted to devour him whole. He moved back over to Ranpo, straddling his hips once more. He looked down at him with a mixture of lust and affection, a small, teasing smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "You're staring. See something you like, Ranpo?"

"Lots." Ranpo said, slipping his arms out of the sleeves of his open yukata to rub over Poe's back. "Your office was too dark. I can finally get a good look at you now."

Poe felt another shiver run down his spine at the light, fleeting touch of Ranpo's hands against his back. He leaned down, moving so his face was just inches above Ranpo's. "Oh? Is that so? Getting a good look, huh?" His body was pressed flush against Ranpo's again, and he gave a slight buck of his hips, pressing his hardening dick against Ranpo's.

"Aah –!" Ranpo gave a little gasp at the feeling of the Poe's erection against his bare body, the thin fabric of the boxers still on him not doing anything to mask the feeling.

A wave of satisfaction washed over Poe as he heard the gasp slip from Ranpo's lips. He throbbed against him at the sound alone. His own body was aching to be touched, and he could tell Ranpo’s was too. "Look what you do to me." He murmured, his hands running over Ranpo's chest, fingers tracing every line and curve.

Ranpo's eyes turned down to the stretching material of Poe's underwear. "You know, I can't really see what I'm doing to you that well." Though he obviously could. It was impossible to miss. But it was clear what he wanted. Poe knew exactly what Ranpo was going for, and he was more than willing to oblige.

"Oh? You want to see it a little more clearly, is that what you're saying?" He teased, sitting back up a little. His fingers moved to the waistband of his boxers.

Despite Ranpo maintaining the cocky look on his face, his pupils were blown out with lust. He nodded, eyes locked on Poe's hand. "That might be what I'm saying."

Poe was amused by the other man's eagerness. It was endearing to see Ranpo act so needy, and he was more than happy to give him what he wanted. He shifted off of Ranpo to undress himself better. Without any further teasing, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and began to pull them off, freeing his now fully erect cock. "Be careful what you ask for, Ranpo. I might just end up getting you addicted to me by the end of the evening.”

"Oh, and I'm sure you'd just hate it if I did." He teased, eyes never moving from where they were focused. Poe could definitely see a slight tremor go down Ranpo's body as he finally got a look at his dick in person. He took note of the way Ranpo's hands clenched into fists, and the slight flutter of his eyelashes. The response seemed to be involuntary, and the knowledge of that only made the arousal burn hotter within him. He smirked, bringing a hand down to gently cup Ranpo's chin, tilting his head up. "You're quite the smart-ass, you know that?" He murmured, his thumb rubbing gently across Ranpo's bottom lip.

Ranpo rose from the futon to meet him, leaving his yukata behind. He came closer where Poe was kneeling, parting his lips and taking the thumb into his mouth. The sudden wet heat encircling the digit was surprisingly pleasurable, and Poe gave an almost involuntary jerk of his hips. He watched as Ranpo's tongue brushed over the tip, and the thought of the same attention on other parts of his body almost made him dizzy.

Ranpo sucked on the thumb briefly, before taking Poe's hand in his and moving his attention to the index finger. He took the long digit in his mouth, slowly bringing his lips further down it and sucking gently. He looked up at Poe, making eye contact while he did it.

Poe's mind was spinning. Being on the receiving end of Ranpo's mouth was better than he ever could have imagined. Every movement of Ranpo's lips and tongue on his finger sent waves of pleasure through his body. "God, you're a tease..." He panted, his other hand moving to thread his fingers through Ranpo's soft, messy hair.

Ranpo leaned back and slipped his mouth off of the finger, leaving a line of saliva from the tip of it to his tongue. "Oh, and you're tired of being teased?" He asked, though it wasn't exactly a question. He trailed a finger down Poe's chest. Poe let his head fall back slightly, a shudder running through his body. He was quickly losing any remaining thread of control he had, and Ranpo's teasing touch along his skin wasn't helping.

"You know damn well I am." He muttered, his grip on Ranpo's hair tightening almost possessively. He was desperate for more contact.

"That's fine then. I'm getting a little tired of it too." Ranpo leaned his face back in, nipping at Poe's collarbone before moving down and capturing one of his nipples in his mouth.

Poe let out a sharp hiss as Ranpo's teeth ran along the sensitive skin of his collarbone, which then dissolved into a low moan when his nipple was captured in the heat of Ranpo's mouth. His hand tightened reflexively in Ranpo's hair, the other hand clenching into a fist as he fought to keep himself from bucking forward. "A-aah... nng... Ranpo..." He panted, his heart thumping against his rib cage, the pleasure washing over him like a wave.

Ranpo's tongue flicked at the hardening nipple, moving over it like he did when he licked an ice cream cone – something Poe had also seen and found annoyingly erotic at the time. His hand came up to rub the other nipple, while the other hand ran down Poe's side. Poe could only gasp and moan, his body arching into the touch. His skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve-ending lit up like a live wire. The feeling of Ranpo's hands and tongue on his chest was driving him insane. Every lick and caress was more pleasurable than the last, and each of them only made him crave more of the delicious torment.

Ranpo's mouth finally slipped off the nipple, continuing slowly down Poe's chest and stomach, leaving a trail of small red marks as he sucked on the pale skin. He didn't say a thing, but he hummed pleasantly as he left his marks.

The sensation of Ranpo's mouth and teeth leaving marks along his chest and stomach was both pleasurable and maddening. The thought of being marked, claimed, and possessed by Ranpo only made the heat in his gut grow hotter, and the ache in his groin more intense. He let his head tip back again, his heart racing in his chest as he felt Ranpo's mouth continue its path lower. "Ngh... Ranpo... What are you doing?” He panted.

Ranpo finally took his mouth away as his lips reached Poe's lower stomach, just above the stretch of dark curls of hair right above his dick. "I'm getting to the fun part." He said, licking Poe's hipbone.

The sight and feel of Ranpo's tongue on his hipbone made his body twitch, his dick throbbing in anticipation. Ranpo's words only served to stoke the fire burning within him, making him almost frenzied with need. "T-the fun part?" He gasped out, his body arching slightly towards Ranpo's mouth.

"The fun part." Ranpo repeated. His hand moved from Poe's side to very gently take his dick in his hand and hold it near his face.

Poe’s body tensed reflexively at the touch. His eyes were locked on Ranpo's face, drinking in the sight of the other man's lips so tantalizingly close to where he most ached for them. His breath came out in a soft pant, the anticipation almost too much to bear. "R- Ranpo... You're being... Cruel..." He managed to say, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Ranpo seemed to like that he was being cruel, in Poe's opinion. He got down lower on the futon, into a comfortable position, and finally brought the tip to his mouth, just licking it a little bit. "Say please~"

Poe's mind blanked for a moment as he felt the small touch of Ranpo's tongue on the tip. It was both a pleasure and a torment, not enough to properly satisfy him and yet more than he could take. The word fell from his lips without any hesitation. "Please." He gasped out, his whole body taught with tension, his eyes fixed on Ranpo's face in hopeful desperation.

Ranpo bit his lip, his eyes finally turning down from Poe's face to his hand still lightly gripping the shaft. He hesitated for a moment, and Poe thought he might have even seen a millisecond flash of nerves, but soon enough, he was opening his mouth and slipping the tip inside.

A low moan fell from Poe's lips as Ranpo's mouth closed around the tip. The thought of Ranpo being nervous almost made him want to tease him, but there was no way he could even consider being smug right now, not while he was at Ranpo's mercy.

Ranpo seemed a little unsure still as his mouth closed around it, but he didn't stop, and slowly started to move his head in, taking a little more. The feeling was incredible. The sight of himself slowly sliding into Ranpo's mouth, the heat and wetness of it enveloping him – All of it was a pleasure that Poe could hardly describe, even with his vocabulary. One of Ranpo's hands rested on Poe's thigh, holding the soft flesh while he took more and more, little by little. After a few more inches, Ranpo stopped and pulled back, a small cough leaving him.

Poe's eyes flicked open as he heard Ranpo cough, concern and desire warring within him as he looked down towards the man on his knees before him. "Are you alright?" He gasped out, his voice hoarse, "You don't have to continue if you can't –"

Ranpo took a breath, eyes watering a little. "It’s too big..." He grumbled. "I can barely get half of it in my mouth without choking."

Poe's chest clenched at Ranpo's words, a small part of him feeling slightly smug, but the rest of him was too focused on Ranpo to really take much joy in it. It was almost endearing to see the great Ranpo in a moment of vulnerability like this, struggling with the size. He had to stop himself from making a joke about it, instead just shaking his head, his expression almost fond. "You don't have to try to fit it all. Just do what you can."

Ranpo nodded, looking down again at the dick in front of him, still halfway coated and glistening with saliva. "Yeah. Okay. I wanna do it, so just... enjoy it." He said, the cockiness having left his voice now. He leaned back in, taking it back into his mouth. This time, he didn't take as much, instead using his hand to massage up from the base and over the parts his lips couldn't reach.

Poe groaned, the sound low and guttural as he felt Ranpo's mouth and hand working over him. There wasn't any teasing or hesitation now, just a simple, steady rhythm of motion. Each pass of the other man's lips and hand sent jolts of pleasure through his body. He let his head fall back, his chest rising and falling shakily as he breathed. "God... Ranpo…"

Ranpo seemed like he was accustomed to the sensation now, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm and moving his hand at the same pace. His eyes still watered a bit, but he managed not to choke anymore. Poe's hand came up to run his trembling fingers through Ranpo's hair, his grip almost a little too tight. He was starting to lose control, the burning heat in his gut growing more intense with every move Ranpo made. It was hard to form any sort of coherent thoughts, and all he could do was gasp and moan the other man's name, his body trembling with tension. "Ran… po… ah..." He managed to get out, his voice hitching in his throat.

Ranpo sped up a little, a small whine coming out around Poe as his hair was pulled. He could feel Poe's body trembling under his hands. He gripped the hand not wrapped around his cock harder into his thigh. Poe's mind was spinning, lost in a haze of pleasure so intense he could hardly think at all. He was too close to the edge, right on the brink, and he didn't want this moment to end. He pulled at Ranpo's hair, a needy whine escaping him as he tried to warn him. "Ranpo… I-I'm… I'm gonna..." He panted, his body shaking with tension, his chest rising and falling desperately as he held back the release that was building inside him.

Ranpo glanced back up at him as he said it, green eyes burning into his face for just a moment before he closed them again. Suddenly, he moved his head deeper to take more than he'd been before, hitting the back of his throat but managing not to gag this time. The sudden, deeper motion was all it took. The tension that had been pent up within Poe seemed to snap, and a broken moan tore out of his mouth. The coil of pleasure within him finally snapped, sending shudders throughout his body. His hand clenched in Ranpo's hair. His breathing was ragged, and his voice was shaking as he rode out the last of his orgasm. He looked down at Ranpo with heavy lidded eyes, his mind too hazy to really focus on anything except the man in front of him. "God... Ranpo..." He murmured, his hand coming to gently cup the other man's face, his thumb tracing along his cheek.

Ranpo backed off, leaning back up to sit on his legs. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue hang out and the cum in his mouth spill out and down his bare chest. He panted as he spit the rest of it out. "Bleh…"

Poe let out a sharp inhale as he watched the scene in front of him. The way the cum leaked from Ranpo's mouth and down his chin and chest was so erotic he could hardly stand it. Then Ranpo spat out the rest of it, his expression almost comical with how disgruntled he looked. "Bleh...?" Poe echoed, amusement coloring his voice as he raised an eyebrow.

"Tastes bad..." Ranpo grumbled, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and arm.

Poe huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head at the petulant look on Ranpo's face. "Well, what did you expect it to taste like, a strawberry milkshake?" He said in an almost teasing tone.

"I didn't expect it to be so salty... and so much of it." Ranpo complained.

Poe laughed again, his eyes sparkling as he watched Ranpo pouting about the situation. It was cute, in a way. "Sorry to disappoint then." He said with a chuckle, trying and failing to keep the amusement out of his voice. He reached out and pinched Ranpo's cheek playfully. "You're the one that wanted all of it."

Ranpo relaxed down off his knees, sitting on the futon with his legs in front of him "I wasn't disappointed. I like the noises you make when you cum." He smirked up at him.

Poe couldn't stop the shiver that ran through him at the words, the heat in his gut stirring once again. He rolled his eyes as he tried to act annoyed by the comment. "You're shameless, you know that? Just saying whatever pops into your ridiculous little head." He grumbled, his words having no real bite to them.

"Is it really a big deal? I mean, if you can do the things, you should be able to talk about them too, right?"

Poe knew Ranpo had a point, as much as he wanted to deny that. In truth, he still felt shy talking about things like this. He had very little experience, and he definitely didn’t have anyone to discuss it with even if he did. "I... suppose that's true." He finally mumbled out, his cheeks tingeing red. He couldn't quite meet Ranpo's eyes, his mind drifting back to the previous moment, the sensations still fresh in his mind and body.

"Aaaaanyway." Ranpo said, laying back on the futon and resting on his elbows, bare body on display. "You owe me."

Poe's mind stuttered for a moment, reminded that Ranpo was still in front of him completely naked. He let out a huff of breath, shaking the haziness from his mind as he focused on the words Ranpo had said. "I… I owe you?" He repeated, drinking in the sight of Ranpo's bare form, eyes running hungrily over his body.

"Uh huh."

"And... What exactly do I owe you for?"

"What do you think?" Ranpo said, raising an eyebrow. "How about me letting you cum in my mouth?"

"You… You did that willingly." He said, his voice coming out rougher than he would have liked.

Ranpo pouted. "Maybe, but it was nasty! So, I want compensation!"

Poe couldn't help but crack a small smile at the pout on Ranpo's face, amused by the other man's stubbornness. "Oh? And what exactly do you consider compensation in this case?" He said, still trying to keep his voice steady, the need in his gut starting to ache.

"Not much, just the same thing as I did." He smiled.

The words sent a shiver of excitement through Poe. It was both exciting and almost intimidating to think about doing the same thing Ranpo had just done, but his need for the man in front of him pushed him forward, making him push past the hesitation. "Are you asking me to...?"

Ranpo ran his hand over his own body from his stomach down. "To suck me off. You wouldn't leave me like this would you?" His fingers brushed the base of his still-hard dick.

The sight of Ranpo's hand trailing over his body, the words he was saying, were all enough to make Poe shiver with desire all over again. "I... wouldn't..." He stuttered out, his voice almost a whisper.

Ranpo lifted both his arms out towards Poe, making grabby hands at him. "Then c'mon!"

Why was Ranpo so cute when he wanted something like that? Poe couldn't resist the almost goofy gesture from the man, so he moved closer, coming to kneel between Ranpo’s spread legs. Ranpo put his arms back down, leaning on his elbows again, and watched Poe settle on his stomach between his thighs. He rested a leg on his shoulder. The position itself was almost enough to almost drive Poe crazy. The weight of Ranpo's leg on his shoulder grounded him a bit, and he swallowed once again, his fingers gently running along the inside of Ranpo's thigh. Ranpo watched him carefully, waiting for him to begin.

"Stop looking at me like that..." Poe muttered, his hand trailing closer to between Ranpo's legs.

"Like what?"

Any other time, Poe would have rolled his eyes or scoffed, but at the moment, he was far too distracted by the situation to even pretend to be grumpy. He just shook his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Ranpo's face as he inched his hand even closer. "Like you're looking at something that you want to eat..." Poe replied.

"I'm just patiently waiting for you, Ed~" Ranpo said with a little smirk, hand moving up to pat Poe on the head.

"Stop being such a tease…"

"I'm not teasing at all. If anything you're teasing me right now. Don't you want me to get to cum too?" Ranpo pouted, though it was clearly feigned.

"I do…"

Ranpo brought his own hand down and took his dick between his fingers, flopping it back and forth a little, impatiently. He was notably smaller than Poe was, so it wasn't likely that Poe would have a hard time or choke. "Don't be scared."

The sight made Poe's mouth water. "I'm not scared," he murmured, his voice coming out a low grumble. He was determined not to let Ranpo see just how much of an effect he had on him, despite how he was clearly getting visibly aroused again. "And stop being so impatient."

"I'm only impatient because I've been waiting all night and I'm so horny~! Please~?"

A part of him wanted to deny the other man, tease him back, make him wait even longer just to see what Ranpo would do. But the rest of him wanted to give in too badly, and the sight of Ranpo's needy eyes and the sound of his pleading voice made it so hard to say no. "You're so demanding…" Poe muttered, lifting one of his hands to gently bat Ranpo's away. Ranpo moved his hand away from his dick and set it by his side again.

With nothing in the way anymore, Poe's hand came down, fingers wrapping gently around Ranpo's shaft. His touch was hesitant, almost trembling with the force of his anticipation. A quick shudder went through Ranpo as Poe's hand wrapped around him, but he maintained his composed face for now. Ranpo’s slight shiver made a small, smug sort of feeling bubble up in Poe’s chest. He started to move his hand slowly, fingers stroking from base to tip, his thumb gently skimming along the underside.

"Aah – That's it…"

"Does it feel good?" he murmured, his voice a little huskier than usual, his eyes fixed on Ranpo's face, watching for every little reaction.

Ranpo let out a little hum of a chuckle. "Mhm, but not as good as your mouth will."

Ranpo's little smirk and the cocky tone were both a tiny bit infuriating, but the idea of seeing him moaning and falling apart under Poe was far more than enough to make up for it. He slowly shifted his body forward a few inches, positioning himself closer. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself just a bit, and then finally brought his mouth to Ranpo. He started slowly, just licking and mouthing at the tip at first, getting a feel for it, his tongue swirling around the head slowly. His eyes flicked up to Ranpo's face, watching his expression.

Ranpo's eyes fluttered, and his mouth formed into a small "o". The hand that was patting Poe's hair clenched, taking a clump of it but not really pulling it. "Ooh, that's – that's it."

Hearing Ranpo's voice shaking just slightly was a small victory and it gave Poe a tiny burst of confidence. His tongue moved in lazy, languid circles, his hand continuing to slowly work the other man's length as he began to take a little more into his mouth. He could taste a bit of the bitter, salty liquid that was starting to leak, and it only gave him the motivation to keep going. He took a little more in, his tongue running over the underside of the head, slowly increasing the pace of his hand at the same time. He was pretty sure that he could take more, but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea. He looked up at Ranpo again.

Ranpo wasn't actually looking at him anymore. His hand still grasped Poe's hair, but his head had fallen back onto the pillows now, mouth still open as he made small whimpering noises, little twitches of pleasure as he started to really get into it. Ranpo's expression was beautiful, lips parted, eyes closed, and his cheeks flushed. The small, quiet moans that were escaping his lips were almost hypnotizing, so sexy that Poe couldn't keep his mind focused on any one thought for too long. It sent a shiver through his body, and he couldn't help but let out a small, muffled sound of desire against the other man's skin.

The vibrations of Poe's hum made Ranpo gasp, fingers twisting in Poe's hair and the blanket under him. It was hard to ignore the way his hair was being twisted, as if Ranpo needed something to ground himself. Poe’s head continued to bob, taking Ranpo a little deeper into his mouth, his pace starting to speed up and become more erratic. Every sound that came out of Ranpo's mouth only made him more eager, and he couldn't even think, only move.

Ranpo's back arched as Poe moved faster. It wasn't actually all that hard for Poe to take Ranpo’s entire dick in his mouth, so he could get deeper pretty easily. Ranpo seemed to appreciate that. Poe could feel him starting to writhe beneath him, and he got the feeling that Ranpo was close. Ranpo brought his other leg up onto Poe's shoulder now, both legs resting there. His hand desperately clenched in Poe's hair as whines and moans left his mouth. Each time Poe took him to the hilt, another whimper escaped him. He wasn't going to last much longer, and they both knew it.

"Aah – Ahh, Ed –" He whined. His toes curled against Poe's back.

Poe hummed a little in response, trying to tell Ranpo that it was okay, that he could give in now. He wanted to see Ranpo completely fall apart, and he wanted it desperately. He knew it would be beautiful, and he was willing to do whatever it would take to make it happen.

Ranpo was trembling harder now, his back arching up off the bed, his hips thrusting just a little. He was so close, almost there, teetering on the edge. It only took a few more erratic bobs of Poe's head, and he was completely gone. A loud cry escaped his mouth as he bucked his hips up harder this time, the release crashing down over him. He whimpered as he came in the other man's mouth, heels digging into his back.

Poe took it all in, swallowing as much as he could, relishing every sound and movement of Ranpo beneath him. And when it was finally over, when Ranpo collapsed back on the futon, panting and trembling, it was as beautiful as he'd imagined. He removed his lips from Ranpo with a soft pop. His eyes ran over Ranpo's frame, drinking in the sight of him completely spent, all because of him. It made pride and satisfaction swell in his chest.

Ranpo laid back on the futon, body going limp as he came down from the high. After a moment, he turned his eyes up to look at Poe, a weak smile forming on his face. Poe felt so proud of that expression, like he'd done something important, something amazing. He slowly pulled back, crawling up closer to Ranpo. It was endearing to see him looking so weak and pleased. A small smile tugged at the corner of his own mouth. "Satisfied?"

Ranpo let out a little laugh, nodding slowly. "Yeah. I am."

Poe couldn't help but let out a laugh as well as he settled down next to Ranpo, the feeling in his chest making him a little giddy. He lifted one of his hands, running his fingers through Ranpo's messy hair, his touch affectionate. "I'm glad, then. I'm just... that good, I guess." He tried to sound like he was teasing, but there was a hint of actual cocky satisfaction in his voice.

Ranpo laughed again, charmed by the return of Poe's competitive spirit. "Alright, alright, fine. You were good." He patted Poe's hair before rolling onto his side and resting his head on Poe's chest.

The little praise just made the feeling in Poe chest grow, and a small, smug smile found its way onto his face. He wrapped his arms around Ranpo, pulling him close against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of Ranpo's head, his eyes closing as he let himself relax. Ranpo relaxed beside him, closing his eyes and nuzzling against Poe's chest, his breathing evening out.

The gentle gesture was so endearing, and Poe held him a little tighter. He ran his other hand down Ranpo's back, his fingers tracing over the other man's skin lazily. He had to fight just to keep his eyes open, his own breathing slowing as he let himself relax. He'd never thought that the two of them would ever end up like this, cuddling in a futon, but now, it seemed to be something that felt so completely natural. Soon enough, a faint snoring was coming from Ranpo.

A snort of a laugh escaped Poe as the snoring started. Ranpo was so cute, especially when he was asleep. It was almost hard to believe that the man could go from cocky and demanding to this, so quickly. He pressed another kiss to the top of Ranpo's head, letting himself fully relax as his eyes slowly began to feel heavy as well. Ranpo didn't stir, sleeping peacefully.

Soon, Poe began drifting off to sleep too. The last thing on his mind before sleep took him completely was that he had to remember to tease Ranpo about the snoring in the morning.

Notes:

This is a WIP I've been sitting on for a while. There is actually more stuff to this, so a chapter 3 might happen eventually, but for now, its a complete fic.