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The purple haired boy was sprinting towards the exit as Shuichi tried to stand up.
"Ouma-kun! Wait, wait! Come back! " he yelled out, and the other boy seemed to stop for a second, examining him.
"I'm sorry, my beloved detective, but I suppose you're gonna have to catch me another time! I had a lot of fun with you today, see ya~! "
Saihara managed to get back on his feet, and ran to Kokichi, grabbing his sleeve before the other managed to leave. Ouma's gaze was sharp and serious. Well, Saihara didn't think he would get this far. What now?
He was definitely curious about Ouma's fantasy, he didn't want to end this yet.
"D-don't go yet, " he mumbled while putting a hand on Kokichi's waist to bring him closer. "I'm not done with you, after all. "
A flush crept up Kokichi's face, and he was quiet for just a moment before he smirked. "You're holding me awfully close, Saihara-chan! What are you planning to do to me? "
It was in that moment that Shuichi forgot all about the killing game. He had the biggest mystery he had yet to unravel in front of him, and suddenly, it felt like that was the only thing that mattered. After all, there's nothing in this world that a detective loves more than a mystery.
"You said you wanted to play with me, " Saihara had no idea where this random confidence came from, but he ran along with it. "I want to play with you, too. "
Kokichi clearly didn't expect this, because the boy was speechless, eyes darting around the room, thinking of what to say next. Shuichi enjoyed seeing him like this.
"Very well then! Go ahead, show me what you've got, I'm expecting a lot from 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦!" The second he finished talking, the blue haired boy turned Ouma around and threw him on the bed, just like the other did to him some minutes ago.
Kokichi's eyes were 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦, watching Saihara's every move. The latter crawled on top of him, trapping Ouma.
"Looks like I really did catch you, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧." The detective said in a hushed tone as he leaned down, their noses almost touching. Shuichi deemed Kokichi as captivating, trying to figure out his bluffs and lies always felt so electrifying, but he didn't expect to feel so 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 to him suddenly.
He was considering sprinting to the door, just like the other did earlier, but he heard Ouma let out a soft whimper, and now there was no way he was going to stop what he was doing.
His lips pressed against Kokichi's, and at first the kiss was gentle and slow, with the both of them barely moving, but it quickly turned desperate when the shorter boy opened his mouth, letting Saihara's tongue in.
When Shuichi pulled away, the other's eyes were still closed, a bit of drool running down his chin. The sight of it was better than anything he's ever seen, and suddenly he could feel a tent forming in his pants. Normally, he would have been embarrassed, but he didn't care anymore. He wanted, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, Kokichi, and he needed him 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
"U-um, is it okay if I-"
"Yeah, yeah, just do it already! " Ouma begged eagerly.
Saihara nodded and unzipped the others' pants, then his own, quickly returning to kiss the thief again. Now that he's had a taste, he couldn't stop. Once he pulled away, he reached for a bottle of lube on the nightstand, pouring a generous amount of it on his fingers. He didn't want to hurt Kokichi, after all.
Shuichi lifted up the latter's legs, and slowly inserted a finger. He waited for Kokichi to adjust and then gently started moving it.
"Ngh- I'm not made of glass you know! You don't have to be so gentle with me, Saihara-chan! "
Another finger, and then a third, and Ouma seemed ready. The detective put some lube on his member, and flipped Kokichi around, his bottom facing up. He was about to say something, but whatever it was supposed to be turned into a lewd moan instead when Shuichi penetrated him.
"Haah.. T-this feels so good, Ouma.. " he spoke softly into the other's ear, beginning to thrust in and out. He went slow at first, careful not to injure Kokichi, but he couldn't resist for too long, and sped it up. His left hand was on the latter's waist, with his right hand in his messy purple hair.
"Harder- mhh-" the shorter boy gasped, his eyes glossed over. Shuichi's hold on his waist tightened as his movements got rougher and more desperate. He leaned down, biting and licking at Ouma's neck, bruises in a purple hue already beginning to form.
His right hand made its way to the thief's dick, beginning to stroke him in a rhythm that matched his own. All the biting, fucking, and touching got to Kokichi quicker than expected, because in just a few minutes, he came.
Shuichi continued to thrust, but not for long before he came inside of the other, filling him up.
They both laid down on the bed, breathing heavily, holding each other.