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Knocking on Kim Kitsuragi's door at the Whirling-in-Rags at one o'clock was a mistake. Obviously. He already had plenty of reason to dislike Harry without him interrupting his sleep. But the thing was, Harry couldn't be in his own room a moment longer. The mirror haunted him, his thoughts haunted him, his fucking necktie haunted him--
HORRIFIC NECKTIE — Who are you calling a ghost bratan?
--and he needed to not be alone right now, because if he was alone he was going to drink, and drink, and drink some more. He needed companionship, even if that meant sleeping in the corner on the floor of Kim's room.
Kim opened the door hastily. He looked disheveled, but not groggy. Not like he'd just woken up from sleeping.
"Detective." He said. "Is there a problem?"
"I can't be alone right now and you're the closest thing to a friend I have. At least I think. It sure seems like I have no friends." Harry blurted before his racing mind could stop him.
Kim stared for a moment, the corner of his mouth ticking down in a slight frown, but it at least seemed directed at the situation and not at Harry himself. He opened the door a little wider and stepped aside.
"Come in. I'll get you a blanket."
Harry stepped in and admired the much neater, much less destroyed version of his same room.
"I will check the bathroom for a linen closet." Kim declared as Harry stood awkwardly in the center of the room.
PERCEPTION (Sight) — Something catches your eye, peeking out from under Kim's mattress. A cylindrical shape, perhaps twenty-one centimeters in length. It shimmers slightly in the dim light of the hostel room.
ENCYCLOPEDIA — This is a sex toy. A dildo. A fake penis used to bring pleasure to oneself or others, though it seems clear Lieutenant Kitsuragi uses it exclusively as a masturbatory aid. He has also used it very recently judging by the sheen of lubricant on it's surface.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: Your dick is way bigger than that. Just saying. You're a real man.
EMPATHY — Penis size doesn't matter to most people, especially not someone like Lieutenant Kitsuragi.
LOGIC [Medium:failure] — No, that's wrong. You should show him your massive penis.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Yeah that's just what people with little dicks say to feel better. C'mon man. If you're not gonna do speed or drink yourself into a stupor the least you can do is fill up a tight hole with your oversized dong.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: He's right. We have a cock to be proud of. A cock to show off. The cock of a conquerer. You should be walking around naked to prove your superiority.
EMPATHY — You should bring up the sex toy. It will be less embarrassing for Kim if you acknowledge you've seen it and don't care.
INLAND EMPIRE — As you ponder--
Nope, you get the fuck out of here, I am not talking to my dick.
Kim re-emerged from the bathroom with the spare blanket and a rolled up towel to use as a pillow.
"This is the best I have." Kim looked almost apologetic, which he definitely had no reason to be.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your masturbation." Harry burst out.
Kim froze and blinked slowly.
"I noticed your dildo was recently used. It's cool. Chill. Hopefully not too chill. That might be uncomfortable. It's probably warm right now, I mean it was inside a person."
It took a lot to rattle Kim Kitsuragi, so he didn't sputter or freak out, his cheeks simply turned the slightest shade of red as he calmly responded.
"I would appreciate if you would focus your detective skills exclusively on the investigation and not on my sexual habits, officer."
Shit he hit me with the 'officer.' He does not like me very much right now.
"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to be rude I just--" Harry pointed to his head. "My thoughts are all a jumble and this was the best of the options they gave me."
Kim raised one frighteningly perfect eyebrow.
"And what exactly was the other option?"
Harry gulped, helpless under the power of The Eyebrow.
"Showingyoumydick." He mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Showing you my dick." He repeated louder. "My head really wants me to prove to you that my dick is bigger than that one." He pointed timidly to the dildo still on the floor.
Kim sighed and lowered the Mighty Eyebrow.
"Would it quiet your mind and help you sleep if you just got that out of the way?"
"Well--"
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Holy shit holy shit. If you do this I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night. I swear.
DRAMA — He speaks true, my liege.
LOGIC — That one is probably lying and just wants more drama, but he's the one that detects lies so I cannot help you.
"-- it... Might help.”
Kim nodded solemnly. "Very well. Let's get it over with. You can prove your... voices wrong and we can both sleep."
"Oh. No they're definitely right. I have a big ol' schlong. Too big honestly. It's kind of uncomfortable."
The awkward silence stretched between them, filling the room. Kim cleared his throat and didn't meet Harry's eyes as he picked the toy up off the floor and motioned to the bathroom.
"Khm. I'll just go wash this so you can hold it and... compare."
Harry's dick twitched as he saw Kim grip the fake cock. His long, thin fingers wouldn't meet like that around Harry's prick.
"Okay." Harry nodded.
It felt like forever until Kim returned. He handed the toy over and stood patiently with arms crossed. Harry dropped his pants to the ground, revealing his bulging, slightly yellowed tightly whities. The pouch was strained and distended beyond repair from trying to contain the beast and the waistband was full of holes. Kim's eyes traced the movement, and his gaze was making the underwear increasingly more uncomfortable.
Harry took the dildo from Kim and before he could lose his nerve, dropped his underwear as well. His cock flopped out between his legs and his bull balls swung menacingly behind it.
He held the dildo against his cock's sensitive underside. Partly aroused as he was, his dick was already half again thicker than the dildo and maybe only half a centimeter shorter. Something primal boiled deep in his blood. He knew he was longer too. He stroked himself vigorously until his length and girth both eclipsed the dildo and he was dripping precum onto the floor. When he finally looked up, Kim was still watching him intently, eyes fixed on Harry's pulsating, heavy cock. Harry paused his stroking and gulped.
"Uh, I should... stop now. Probably."
Kim chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip.
"You won't be able to sleep like that." He said matter-of-factly.
Harry hesitated. "...No. I won't. But it's fine."
"I could... assist."
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Oh he likes it. He likes your massive dick. Everything's coming up Harry. Ooh you wanna fuck him so bad. Say it bitch.
"I wanna fuck you so bad." Harry practically whimpered.
"I... khm... would not be opposed to it." Kim said. "You have grown on me rather quickly these past few days." He admitted. "I would be lying if I said I hadn't considered it briefly."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"But I'm..." Harry motioned to his whole deal, puffy face, mental illness and all.
Kim's face softened slightly. "Yes, you are."
Harry shook himself out of his stupor.
"Okay. Okay, yeah. Fuck yeah. Uh, how do you want it?"
Kim stepped forward, putting a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry's cock was poking into his stomach, but it didn't seem to be his priority.
"You're shaking." He said, and Harry realized he was. "Are you sure you want this?"
Harry whimpered softly at the contact. How long had it been since anyone touched him so gently? He couldn't do anything but nod. Not with Kim so close. The voices in his head were all quiet. It was just them.
"Okay." Kim confirmed, letting his hand fall from Harry's shoulder, down his shockingly impressive arms to interlace with his fingers. "Come, lay on the bed." He pulled Harry and turned him slowly before pushing him gently onto his back. He stripped down to nothing, methodically and quickly, folding his clothes neatly before moving between the panting Harry's legs.
"I think I know the answer," he smiled, "but have you ever done this before, with a man?"
"I don't remember." Harry rasped out. "This... feels a little familiar." One meaty hand ran up and down Kim's hip, savoring the sensation of the smooth skin against his palm.
Kim grabbed the dildo still gripped tight in Harry's other hand and the lubricant from the nightstand.
"I'm going to show you what to do, and then I want you to try it on me, okay?"
Harry nodded eagerly, his cock twitching against his belly. Kim made a show of slicking the toy up with lube before turning around and straddling Harrys stomach, his ass in Harry's face and his legs spread wide. He reached back with the toy and slowly eased it into himself, still loose and slick from before Harry interrupted him. As it sunk in and Kim let out a small moan, an instinctive, carnal jealousy burned within Harry. He gripped Kim's waist hard but his hands were quickly slapped away.
"No." Kim said firmly. "Not yet. Soon you can handle me however you like. But right now, you watch."
Harry felt suitably chastised. "Sorry."
Kim ignored the apology, continuing to work the toy slowly in and out of himself, trying different angles until he finally reached a spot that had him throwing his head back in pleasure. Once he found it, he pounded against it relentlessly, his hand moving the dildo with such speed and force it almost worried Harry. Just when he seemed on the edge, he stopped and pulled it out, placing it neatly on a handkerchief beside the bed.
He turned around and kissed Harry softly on the lips, grinding his cock leisurely against Harry's, more than twice his size. Harry let instinct take over, opening his lips for Kim to take what he wanted, pushing his tongue into Kim's mouth, licking his teeth in a move that was definitely awkward but had Kim chuckling good-naturedly against his lips, and that sound was so worth any minor embarrassment.
"Are you ready to take your turn?"
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Fuck yeah we are!
I thought you were leaving me alone.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — I'll shut up when you break that man open on your dong.
"I'm ready." He said aloud.
Kim rolled onto all fours, presenting his hole for the taking.
"Remember to use lots of lubricant." He reminded Harry. "Even with the stretching I've done, you are... intimidating."
"Aren't you worried you're already too close?" Harry replied as he poured the slick stuff all over his massive length from base to tip and stroked it to spread it around, mixing with his copious precum.
Kim chuckled softly. "No. This is going to hurt me. I will likely not be erect while you're entering me the first time. Don't worry if it happens. It will feel good eventually."
Harry frowned but trusted Kim's word. He pressed his cock between Kim's ass cheeks, satisfied as it filled up all the space from his taint to his lower back. Kim wasn't a particularly large man, and his ass was thin and bony, but it only made the size of Harry's cock that much more apparent. He lined himself up and slowly, very slowly pushed forward.
As soon as the head was enveloped in tight, wet, warmth, they both groaned.
"Kim." Harry moaned. "You're so tight. I don't think I've ever felt anything like this."
He had to pull out for a moment and catch his breath before pushing back in, further this time. He got a little over halfway before it felt like he hit a wall.
"Kim," he said worriedly, desperately, "what do I do now?"
Kim whimpered and writhed beneath him as Harry's cock reached places that had never before been touched.
"Just... keep going." He panted. "Push past it. Please, I need you to go deeper."
Harry didn't need to be told twice, rocking slowly back and forth until the muscles relaxed enough to let him in. Kim let out a low whine once Harry was fully seated in him. Harry reached around to stroke his dick. As he'd said, it was mostly soft now, and that wouldn't do for Harry's pride. He rolled Kim's balls gently in his big, warm palm before tugging on his dick, feeling it slowly fill out as his own cock pulsed and twitched desperately
"Can I--"
"Fuck me."
Harry was a man possessed as he fucked Kim's tight ass. He noticed quickly, as did Kim, that he didn't need to aim for that spot in Kim the way he had with the dildo. He was so thick that he rubbed it with every single movement, turning the put-together lieutenant into a blubbering mess. He couldn't help the sense of pride that came over him. If Kim wanted to come, he should come to him, not that fake fucking worthless dick.
"Harrier." Kim moaned, and the sound was enough to send Harry over the edge. He didn't stop thrusting as he came, his load slick and squelching against Kim's inner walls, deep inside his guts. The warmth spreading through him must've been enough, as Kim shot his load too, completely untouched.
They both collapsed forward, Harry's weight pressing Kim into the mattress, his sweat dripping onto the back of his head.
"Sor--"
"Stop talking." Kim interrupted. "Or at least don't make it an apology. That was incredible."
"You were incredible. You feel so good I don't want to pull out."
"Then don't. Stay here, on top of me, inside of me for the night." He paused. "Maybe more than just one night, hm?"
"Definitely." Harry breathed. "Whenever you need to come again," he continued, a deep possessiveness coloring his words, "I want to be the one to do it."
They fell asleep like that, Harry stroking Kim's hair, his weight and heat enveloping the smaller man. Harry wasn't haunted by dreams or thoughts that night. There was only pleasure and joy at the unexpected turn in his relationship with Kim. At least something good might come out of this case.