[ the way to jyuto's office has become so familiar to akira by now that he could make his way over blindfolded, following the hint of tobacco smoke beneath the tang of auguste's sea breezes, all the way to a quaint building tucked off the main street in mizarea. jyuto's office is on the second floor at the top right, with a convenient balcony he can drop down onto from the roof. it's not the first time he's picked the lock, neither is it the first time he wonders when jyuto will finally change it out for a new one.
it's dark when he steps quietly into the office, but the pinched stub of a cigarette leaning against the edge of the ashtray on his desk suggests that jyuto will likely return. papers are still scattered on the wooden surface as akira settles into the plush leather of jyuto's chair, kicking his feet up onto the corner unoccupied by reports of some kind; he may have a disregard for most things, but he isn't completely rude.
there's no calling card for him to leave today, and he's lost count of the times he's dropped by jyuto's office for no particular reason at all. maybe he just likes to see the brief look of surprise on jyuto's face when he opens the door, one that softens into something more resigned as he fights a smile. he likes that look on him, likes ruffling that controlled composure on the surface to pick at what lies beneath even with the threat of getting caught.
curiosity killed the cat but temptation brought it back, etc.
for now, he lights the end of the cigarette with one of jyuto's lighters, taking a drag from it and letting the smoke curl out towards the small crack he left from the balcony window. something he knows jyuto will likely spot before he even reaches the office. ]
[To his credit, he had thought about having the locks changed -- both the one from the balcony to his office, and all the other ones in the building, just for good measure. It's only because Akira has, somehow, managed to stay on his best behaviour that he hasn't yet; sure, breaking and entering may be a crime, but it's not like the notorious thief had ever actually done anything to warrant any extra security measures. So long as he had a way in, Jyuto figured, he was less likely to do anything drastic and cause a fuss for everyone else.
That's how he rationalized it, at least. Truthfully, there might be a part of himself that doesn't really mind the knowledge that he could have Akira swinging into his personal space from the cover of nightfall whenever he damn well pleases -- a part that's just as intrigued by the reckless, charismatic man as it is exasperated by his seemingly endless supply of energy for making his life busier than it already is. It's a part that he prefers not to pay too much mind to, when he can help it.
When Jyuto's eyes finally set on the stream of grey floating out of the window that he knew for a fact he'd left closed -- an evening breeze is hell for paperwork -- he isn't silly enough to discount the possibility that he's actually being robbed for real, even though it's been long enough since Akira's last unsolicited visit that the chances of it being a familiar face are higher than not, so instead of going for the door, he's taking one from Akira's book, making his way one flight of stairs higher to hop over the edge of the above-floor balcony and onto the landing of his own. It's flashier than he'd like to be, but nothing that Akira hasn't made him do before, bounding across rooftops and through the clusters of modest houses and storefronts making up the market end of Mizarea. When he slides the door open (he's not going to try the window, thank you), he steps into the office to the familiar smell of burning tobacco and smoke, folds his arms across his chest and clears his throat.]
I have half a mind to start charging you for those, you know. [And a cursory nod towards the cigarette between Akira's fingers. They don't come cheaply, especially when most things in Auguste are shipped in from other islands.
Jyuto's expression remains calm, even as he moves over to the desk and starts gathering up the mess of papers spread across it into a pile in his hands. There's some sensitive stuff in there that isn't for the eyes of the general public, let alone someone with Akira's track record, though he doubts the other erune would necessarily care enough to bother reading anything when everything he needs to get his kicks is standing right in front of him.
He's turning away to pull out a sizeable folder from a bookshelf across the room when he continues.] So? What is it this time? I'd have thought you'd be tired of hanging around a boring old detective by now, Akira.
[ even if jyuto did change all the locks in the building, it's more than likely that akira would still find a way to break in regardless. he's as stubborn as he is reckless, and never could refuse a challenge when it involves something that he likes. he can at least admit to himself that his interest in jyuto runs deeper than mere curiosity by now; there's no point in hiding it when their encounters during his heists have become more unprofessional as of late. he still remembers the flushed look on jyuto's face the last time he slipped away: lips red and kiss-bruised as he watched akira escape from the broken window, hair in disarray from akira tangling his fingers into it to rub along his ears.
that was at least a month ago — the diamond necklace he'd stolen that night was returned to a young woman living in valtz, the only remaining heirloom belonging to her late mother. but no one knows about that.
his ears twitch at the light sound of footfalls on the balcony, tilting the chair back just enough to look around at jyuto. there's already a pleased smile on his face, one that makes him look younger than he is despite the smoke that leaves his lips. ]
This is only my second, [ he says, putting his feet down when jyuto starts gathering up the documents on his desk but still remains slouched in his chair. he hasn't looked at any of them; other crimes don't concern him as much as what he's hired for, and even then he tends to favor clients without ties to the empire. there will never be a universe where he doesn't play robin hood to some extent. ] Surely you can afford to lose that much, can't you, Detective?
[ of course, there's a new pack of those exact same cigarettes sitting in his coat pocket, but what's the fun in just giving it to him?
he leans his chin in his palm, elbow propped up on the armrest as his eyes track jyuto's movement across the room, watching the way his shirt stretches over his back when he pulls out the folder. ]
Do I need a reason? [ the nicotine leaves a pleasant burn, sharp against his tongue as he runs it over his lips. ] Maybe I just missed you.
With the way cleaning up after you wreaks havoc on my wallet? You'd be surprised.
[Well, he doesn't reach into his own pocket too often to help with his investigations, but the Empire is notoriously stingy, only providing the bare minimum as far as provisions are concerned and not caring half as much as the citizens would like to believe about what goes on in a simple little city like theirs, so long as they get what they need for their airships and nobody goes poking into their business. Maybe that's what made their connection so magnetic; they may be his bosses, for all intents and purposes, but Jyuto's never felt any deep, personal obligation to those snobbish higher-ups from Erste.
With all the sensitive materials neatly tucked away for another time, preferably without any unexpected guests, Jyuto moves back to the desk, setting a palm down on the smooth wood where he sits on the edge, leg crossed over the other. Since he's been out, a still-gloved hand reaches to pluck the cigarette out of Akira's grasp, nonchalantly snubbing it out in the ashtray. He could have taken a drag for himself and tasted the remnants of Akira's lips against the thin paper if he felt like spoiling him, but he did break into his office.]
Usually when you miss me it means I'm about to be booked for the rest of the week. [It's not necessarily a complaint. With the way Akira looks so pleased with himself, his smile as pointed as the ears atop his head, Jyuto can't find it in himself to be quite as annoyed. Akira always looks ready to devour him on the spot -- Jyuto isn't sure that he'd object if he did.]
To be honest, I'd started to wonder if you'd finally decided to go into retirement. Things were getting quiet without someone to cause trouble.
[It's all he really sees in Auguste, when Akira isn't the one behind them; petty crimes, people stepping out of line against the generals, brawls breaking out between rival skyfarers. Nothing as fascinating as this messy-haired man before him whose idea of a flashy exit is smashing the nearest window, nobody as bold enough to steal a kiss with a side of sharp teeth and slender fingers running down the edges of his ears.]
With your dedication to the city, perhaps you should request a pay raise.
[ which even he's aware is unlikely, given what he knows about the empire. he hears a lot working in taverns as a busboy and bartender, keeping his head down and ears pricked for whatever rumors that float around in the poorer areas of the city. but he's never done well with authority to begin with, his opinion wouldn't have changed either way.
the remainder of the cigarette is put out and akira sighs, running his tongue over his teeth as if to chase after that lingering bite of nicotine. what little disappointment he may have felt disappears quickly at what jyuto says next, chuckling as he sits up straighter. ]
It would be nice, you know. [ the smile has yet to leave his lips, slanting into something sharper while he leans forward instead, resting his arms on the table. ] Having you to myself for an entire week. I wouldn't have to share you with the Empire.
[ here he is, back on his bullshit. ]
If I didn't know better, I'd think you missed me too.
[That gets a short, derisive laugh from Jyuto. They both know how futile asking any favours of the Empire is, as nice as it would be to have a surplus of extra rupies to pour into the 0.0000000001% chance of rolling Bahamut.]
I'll leave the cell warming to you, thank you.
[No use ruffling feathers when there's no point in doing it, but while they're on the subject of the Phantagrande economy, Jyuto reaches down between them to pull out one of the drawers on the underside of the desk, deftly fetching his dwindling packet of smokes. There's only one left, and given how things usually go when Akira's involved, he'll probably need it.]
We have different ideas of what constitutes 'nice.' [But he's still smiling minutely as he says it, holding the cigarette between his teeth at the side of his mouth so he can still speak while he wonders where the hell his lighter went. No prizes for guessing, probably; he knows he'd put that last one out before he'd left.] I only miss having something entertaining to keep me occupied. Nobody else on the island likes committing a felony quite as stylishly as you.
[He really shouldn't be complimenting him, but he's done worse by now, so who's counting. He shifts where he's sitting to rest a foot against the arm of his chair, a more comfortable position than balancing his weight on his butt the entire time -- and a way to frame the space around them, shuttered down to the two of them, alone.]
Lighters feel like a step down, though, wouldn't you say?
[ he really shouldn't be complimenting him, especially not when he's so close with that cigarette in his mouth. akira doesn't bother to hide the way his gaze drops down briefly to jyuto's lips, leaning back to rest against the arm of the chair close enough for his elbow to nudge lightly against jyuto's foot. ]
I see. [ he rolls the chair forward, just enough to close some of the distance between them. akira wouldn't have to reach very far at all to touch him, or grab the end of jyuto's tie to tug him down to kiss him like he did last time. ] You were always the first one the scene, even before I started leaving you calling cards.
[ and maybe that's what started it all — how persistent jyuto has always been in pursuing him. the thrill of the chase has always been addicting, but there's something about him that's even more magnetic, something that always keeps him coming back against his better judgement. ]
Are they? [ what he pulls from his pocket isn't jyuto's lighter, but a box of matches instead, striking it against the side to spark a flame. he holds it up to the end of jyuto's cigarette to light it before blowing out the remains. ] I just take whatever catches my eye.
It felt like an insult to your hard work not to take the case seriously. You've made a lot of people afraid to leave their doors unlocked.
[And yet, as Jyuto leans just that little bit forward to catch the spark of flame on the end of his cigarette, Akira's dark eyes full of the same enigmatic charm as ever, Jyuto can't seem to find anything about him especially bad. He might be wreaking his own type of havoc, but it would be a lie to say that some of the people Akira had stolen from didn't have it coming to them -- for the most part.
Maybe he's started to take some concessions, relaxing his investigation here and there in the hope that their game of cat and mouse can continue. He certainly hasn't bothered trying to keep his office off limits, no matter how many times he's had to swat the younger erune out before he lands both of them in trouble. Maybe that means more than the state of their professional relationship -- maybe, even if Jyuto needs to chase him, that doesn't mean that they can't meet in the middle every now and then. Something about that sounds better than it should.
He straightens himself up as he takes a long drag of the rich nicotine, blowing the smoke off to the side. He knows that their closeness is deliberate, just like everything else that Akira does; so, too, is the way that Jyuto rests his elbow on his knee, propping his chin on his palm, a slender brow raising curiously.]
Do I want to ask what's caught your eyes this time? [It's less interrogative and more playful, like a sidekick rather than an opponent.] Somehow I doubt you came all the way here just to light my cigarettes for me.
[ he's sure jyuto could have tightened security if he really wanted to by now; akira may be skilled at what he does, but the ease with which he's been able to pull off some of his work, how it always seems to be just jyuto to confront him instead of another member of the empire is telling. he can come up with a few answers, can make some guesses as to why that is, but he's sure they both know the true reason even if they've never explicitly said it.
there's something thrilling about that too, testing him to see how far he can go and what he can get away with. a kiss and smoothing his fingers along his ears — quite a bit. ]
It's been some time, hasn't it? [ a month and give or take a few weeks. something softens in his smile, gaze cutting away to jyuto's fingers curled delicately around the cigarette. he almost sounds nostalgic; longing. ] I guess I just missed your company.
[ the real truth: he hasn't been able to get their last encounter out of his head. the restlessness that had settled deep in his bones gave him no relief in his time away, only to be quieted now as he sits in jyuto's office. ]
[Admirer isn't too far off, when you get down to it. What Akira does is fascinating just as much as it is illegal, taking things that could easily be pawned off for riches only for the items to mysteriously turn up in one piece further down the line and repeating the entire process over again. It's crossed Jyuto's mind that it's the experience itself that he craves more than any kind of glory or something as simple as a get rich quick scheme, and that sort of thinking probably could have clued him in to there being more than the strictly required interest in following any and all leads he could find for himself, with or without a client. When was the last time he actually cared about the people he chased after, saw them as more than names and numbers on a slip of paper?
He has to shake his head with a chuckle, the lilt in Akira's voice sounding absolutely silly coming from him. It's almost romantic -- the complete opposite of the aggressive, assertive composure he'd had before.]
My company, or my lips?
[He hasn't forgotten it, either. How could he, really? Even now, without so much as a word or a simple, stolen heirloom, Jyuto finds himself pondering on the way that Akira had so easily skulked into his personal space, radiating the kind of confidence that only comes with the knowledge that nothing's going to get in the way of what you want, not really, as his hands had threaded themselves in his hair. Those deft fingers rubbing against the sensitive curve of his ears had left him wide-eyed and surprised, glued to the spot like some kind of amateur -- he'd come to expect just about anything, but he's sure the grin on Akira's face as he'd made his exit was full of the knowledge that he'd finally, truly, one-upped Jyuto in a way he couldn't possibly hope to best.
Well, not at the time. Looking at Akira now, lounging in his chair like it's the most natural thing in the world, makes everything else seem remarkably irrelevant -- no question of why or how or what, just the simple fact that it was, and, really, having a kiss stolen by a famous thief doesn't feel half as unexpected in hindsight as it had in the moment. They've always been inching towards something like that. Something.
For the most part, the cigarette gets ignored, now.]
It was a surprising sentiment, I'll give you that. None of my targets have ever tried putting their tongue down my throat to get away with committing a crime.
[None of the others would have succeeded, either.]
[ despite his chosen profession, akira lives a fairly simple life. he travels light, never needs nor wants for much, and everything he's taken has always been returned to their rightful owner. even the compensation for his services seem ridiculously undercharged: in returning her mother's diamond necklace, all he'd asked for in exchange were tools she had in her workshop to sharpen his daggers. other times, he'd take food instead, wine, or even tailored clothing — whatever was conveniently on hand. he never did have the heart to take rupies from those who only had enough to barely make a living.
of course, the feeling of satisfaction of pulling off a successful heist is priceless, so too is the look of sheer joy and relief on their faces when he returns what had been taken. it's an experience he'd never get anywhere else, being able to one-up jyuto in the process is coincidentally a very nice bonus. ]
Maybe a little of both.
[ it's almost romantic, and if akira were the type to feel embarrassed, this is probably where he'd blush. but he isn't; that bit of honesty only brings back that restless feeling again, the idea that jyuto knows what he's thinking only makes him more attracted somehow. though that could be from recalling the softness of jyuto's mouth against his, of his ears beneath his fingers and the shocked look in his eyes. he thinks about that same look under him in a completely different context, of what he'd look like if he kissed him again and didn't stop. ]
And I'm sure none of them would keep breaking into your office to light your cigarettes for you. [ his smile is cheeky, the same one he always has when he gives him the slip. ] Well, I'm glad to be your first.
[Jyuto might understand, if they were in the position to have a heart to heart about grand ambitions and motivations. It's not like he hasn't bent the rules for his own whims every now and then himself, so the idea of judging Akira for taking some less than legal steps to get by and enact his sense of right and wrong is a laughable one. He's interesting, and that matters more than anything now -- even if it might get him in trouble if any of his superiors found out about his apparently very quickly developing soft spot.
It's that quick sense of humour and easy retort that has him charmed, probably; the way that Akira meets all of his comments with one of his own, the way he hasn't stopped smiling since he got back to his office. The company he'd gladly take over another night of paperwork.]
They aren't all as noble as you, no. Funny how criminals work like that, isn't it? [There's no harshness in the statement, nor is there any apology, because he knows Akira won't take offense at being called what he is, not when they can both feel what's brewing between them with no regard for crossing professional boundaries.
He flicks some ash into the ashtray and reclines back on his palm, blowing smoke up towards the ceiling.]
I thought you might have scared yourself off. It was a bold move, kissing the man who should have you behind bars right now. [If his tone says anything, it's that 'bold' doesn't quite mean 'wrong,' but all the same, his gaze is playful, teasing, as it finds its way back to Akira.] What if I don't swing that way? I could have you taken in for indecent assault.
[ he's sure if jyuto actually took offense to it, his presence outside of thievery would be much less welcomed. just as jyuto is charmed by his humor, akira finds himself hanging off of jyuto's every word, lingering on the playfulness that brightens his eyes. knowing that he's been able to hold jyuto's interest is something flattering in itself; akira doesn't remember the last time he'd been so invested in someone else like this, how persistent he's been in slipping into jyuto's life and making himself at home.
he still doesn't know how comfortable he can get until jyuto decides to kick him out, but that's part of the fun. ]
I've seen the way you look at me, [ he says while reaching over to pluck the cigarette from his grasp, taking a drag and savoring the taste of jyuto's lips left behind. an indirect kiss. ] I thought I'd test it out.
[ the result was more than he expected, but definitely not something he's complaining about. he still considers the flushed look on jyuto's face the best prize he could get, something he hopes he can see again sometime soon.
[First his lighter and now the cigarettes themselves; he really should be keeping track so he can run up Akira's tab sometime. The answer isn't anything he'd been expecting, takes him by surprise like just about every other small action has since the first time they'd run into each other; his brow quirks all the more, but it's clear that Akira isn't just saying that to get a rise out of him.
It's true, more importantly. He knows it just as well as Akira does. Jyuto always conducts his business with an air of pretentiousness, but what lights up his eyes when it's the two of them -- that's something for Akira, and Akira alone. It would be foolish to expect someone who spends their spare time sneaking around not to notice the little things, like the way he can't help the smiles every time he's tailing after him through the bustling town streets, the way the tension had dissolved from his shoulders when he'd sat down at the desk, the way he doesn't bother watching his posture or playing nice.]
Really, now... [Though he's not asking, there's some amusement in his voice, like he's just been told something incredible about himself that he hadn't already known. He leans forward again, arm atop his own thigh, and steals the smoke back for himself. Instead of following suit, he lets it sit between his fingers, his face hovering close enough to Akira's to feel the freshly burning warmth of his breath.] And how do I look at you, hm?
[He can think of a few choice descriptors, but nothing half as interesting as what Akira could have in mind.]
[ he watches as jyuto leans in, bridging the scant distance between them and wearing down the last bit of self control akira still has. he reaches up to curl his fingers around jyuto's tie, holding him in place as he tilts his head just enough to kiss him. he's not in the middle of escaping this time, nor is he planning on going anywhere — it's much softer than the last, almost chaste in the way he doesn't immediately lick into jyuto's mouth. he can still taste the sharp burn of nicotine, savoring the soft fullness of his lower lip as he latches onto it carefully between his teeth.
kissing him after a month of thinking about it almost feels like relief. ]
Like you've found something you've been looking for. [ he still has yet to pull away from him completely, still gripping jyuto's tie as he slides his free hand into his hair like he did the previous time to rub along the base of his ears. ] Like I'm the best thing you've seen all day.
[Something about being kissed after a month of replaying it, time and time again, in his head, trying to find some angle that he'd missed, trying to discern some sort of rhyme or reason behind Akira's actions, feels very much like relief indeed, like Jyuto's eyes widening a fraction and fluttering to a half-lid in quick succession, like finally feeling those lips on his again has filled a chasm that's been gradually expanding, day by day. There's an affirmative, content sound in Jyuto's throat for a second as he lets himself be pulled into the kiss, parting his lips for the welcome weight of Akira's teeth.
Sometimes, on the nights when he'd lean over the balcony, envisioning flashes of red and black and the sound of heels against rooftops, he'd find himself mimicking the way those hands had threaded themselves in his hair. It never really measured up to the real thing. He blindly sets the abandoned cigarette down in the ashtray off to the side so he can give Akira a taste of what he hasn't been able to get out of his mind since -- his fingers slotting the thin edges of soft, black ears between them, his thumb gently rubbing where warm skin meets soft fur.]
I can't help it, [he breathes, craning his head to push his ears into Akira's touch, lowering enough that he can almost feel the other's hair against their tips.] I never get the chance to enjoy you when I finally have you.
[It's saying "don't leave like last time." "I've waited long enough." "You're more than that to me already, you know."]
[ memories don't come close to the real thing, something akira had already known from the start. they lack the details he finds now: the surprise in jyuto's expression gradually giving way to acceptance and contentment, the way he feels the sound jyuto makes before he actually hears it. he likes the way jyuto's lips part against his, how he welcomes akira in despite their circumstances; but he thinks maybe they both have a thing for taking risks, of doing what they want and taking what they want despite the consequences. maybe that's why he hasn't moved from his position, smoothing his palm up the soft fur of jyuto's long ears and gently pulling one down to kiss the tip of it. ]
I'm here now. [ perhaps against his better judgement, but akira can't deny the feeling that it feels right — almost natural to be here, alone with jyuto in his office late at night. instead of pulling away and leaving through the window like he's always done, he tilts his head towards jyuto's fingers with something like a low purr, releasing his tie to give in to the urge to sink both of his hands into the soft thickness of jyuto's hair. ] I'm not going anywhere.
[ it's both i want to stay and i don't want to wait. the admission should make him nervous, but all he feels is a weight being lifted from his chest. he feels freer in this moment than he's ever felt in a long time. ]
[The gentle kiss has his ear twitching appreciatively, automatically, a reflex that Jyuto might be embarrassed about if he wasn't completly focused on the rhythmic feeling of Akira's hands against his scalp, so much better than the hurried, frantic way he'd tried to emulate it on his own countless nights before. His teeth find Akira's upper lip again, rolling the warm flesh and savouring the taste of him, and he nuzzles against the side of Akira's nose. It's a spot of affection that's there before Jyuto has a chance to think about it, such a stark contrast to his usual teasing haughtiness, but as natural as the air between them.]
Good. [Thank you.] I wouldn't let you leave even if you wanted to.
[Even if he tried to make a run for the window, Jyuto's hands would be there to stop him. For a moment, he considers reaching back to his belt, where a barely concealed harness sits under the dark curtain of his coattails and a pair of handcuffs rest against his hip; considers how easy it would be to restrain him now, finally, the one target who's managed to elude him for so long. He has to laugh to himself at how little that seems to matter now, when there are far more important things like the taste of his favourite brand of cigarettes lingering on Akira's lips, or the low rumble in the back of the other's throat that sends something electric down his spine.]
So much for my reputation, hm? [He lets a hand fall down to cup the side of Akira's cheek, far too much fondness for the pretense of professionalism they've halfheartedly maintained until now.] Who'd have thought.
[ it wouldn't take very much effort for jyuto to do so right now with how close he is, catching himself smiling at the gentle nuzzling. but maybe that isn't so bad after all; there are times when he's grown tired of running, and while leaving jyuto with parting kisses would have been fun, it's become almost torturous now with how he's denied himself from indulging in what he wants for himself rather than for someone else.
he lets his hands slip from jyuto's hair, sliding down his neck and shoulders, following the straps of the harness beneath his shirt. there's a different sort of recklessness buzzing through him, that same burn of anticipation that pools low in his gut as he turns his head into jyuto's hand, kissing his palm. ]
Your reputation of being an intimidating detective? [ he trails his lips over jyuto's skin, nipping at the pad of his fingertip. ] I never believed it.
[Even the simple sensation of Akira's hands moving down his neck, over the planes of his shoulders and the tense muscles of his back, feels infinitely better than it rightfully should, better than any other pair of hands ever could. The only logical followup is for Jyuto to nudge his coat off to fall unceremoniously onto the desk, furled up around his arms as he moves to a half-stand, pressing his knee onto the side of the chair against Akira's thigh. He gives the soft skin of Akira's cheek another appreciative stroke, his thumb pressing against his bottom lip.]
An arrest would be the least of your worries. [But it's hardly a threat, really; he's too enthralled by what's happening between them, by the way that Akira manages to make himself look adorable even when he's taking shots. The contrast of the red of his glove against the whites of his teeth injects a warmth into his smile, the pad of his thumb feeling out the grooves of sharp molars.
A few months ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of finding the company of a thief anything more than a necessary nuisance at best. Now, he leans in to kiss at the corner of Akira's mouth, a laugh on his breath at the absurdity of how they've ended up like this.]
A lot of people do. [Believe a lot of things about him, that is. Some of them might actually be disappointed if they knew what they were doing together now, slandering his perfectly tailored image of an upstanding guardian of law and order -- at least on the outside. Again, he slides his fingertips along Akira's jawline.] You could ruin me in an instant if any of this got out, you know.
[There's something to be said about the risk Jyuto's taking that Akira can't quite match, and the willingness with which he'll step over that boundary that's so temptingly offered to him.]
[ it's not a threat, but it sends something hot down his spine anyway, parting his lips further as jyuto slips his thumb along his teeth. the leather dips beneath jyuto's knee and akira takes it upon himself to push his coat the rest of the way off of him, liking the soft smoothness of jyuto's shirt probably a little too much. this is more than they've ever gotten; by now, akira would have made his escape, much less sliding his arm over jyuto's shoulder to pull him closer.
he feels the laugh against his cheek before he hears it, turning his head to catch jyuto's lips with his as if to taste it, licking along the roof of his mouth. ]
I guess we both have secrets to keep. [ jyuto, the less than upstanding detective with a soft spot for a criminal; akira, a vigilante moonlighting as a thief with a crush on an officer. it's almost as if they were made for each other. ] But I'd rather ruin you in a different way.
[Akira is neither the first nor the only person in the world to ever flirt with Jyuto, but the way he does it is what manages to set him apart from everyone else -- the knowing way that he laces his words with a challenge, the balancing act that they take turns with between threatening one another and inviting a rebuttal, the way his tongue runs along the ceiling of his mouth and Jyuto feels it along his spine. It doesn't come as much of a surprise that Akira's just as enthused about pushing the offending weight of his jacket off of his shoulders as he is, but it's pleasant nonetheless, knowing that his hasn't been the only anticipation left wanting this past month.
Shucking the garment off behind him, a second knee finds its purchase beside Akira's other thigh, the subtle shift in Jyuto's height putting him at the perfect angle to rest his forehead against Akira's.]
We both know you'd enjoy whatever punishment I had in mind. [An endearing trait, for sure, but he's not here to spoil him after being left on read for so long.] You're too much of a pervert.
[It comes out sounding more like a compliment, like something he wouldn't change for the world, as he dips his head forward to press their lips together again, hard and insistent, parting Akira's with his own. The warmth between them has his pulse hammering in his chest, against the collar buttoned neatly up to his throat and fixed in place with his perfectly knotted tie, but it's Akira's arm around his shoulders that he goes for instead, guiding a wandering hand over his hip, down to the small of his back.]
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[ like the natural progression of a dance they know the steps to, akira feels out jyuto's edges, shifts a bit of himself each time they meet, and he would think he was coaxing him along if he didn't know better. jyuto isn't as shameless as akira is, but invitation colors his actions—his knees bracket akira's thighs, the breadth of him obscuring the street lights outside the balcony as he draws closer. he presses their foreheads together and akira finds himself momentarily lost in the green of his eyes, their shared breath. ]
You're right.
[ no point in denying it, not when he knows jyuto likes it. akira lets his gaze take a slow, indulgent detour down the angles of his face, softened by the cup of moonlight along one side of his cheek. can anyone really blame him, honestly. it's not his fault jyuto is pretty, and akira has always had a weakness for pretty things.
but jyuto leans down and akira tips his face up without even thinking about it, inexorably drawn like a flower to the sun. this one isn't as light and chaste as the previous—more insistent, more deliberate; a month's worth of yearning distilled into lips and tongue and teeth. akira's next exhale into jyuto's mouth is shaky, wrecked, and his fingers tug at jyuto's shirt where he's guided to, pulling it free from where it's been tucked neatly into his slacks. there's something about messing up jyuto's normally professional and pristine appearance, pulling things out of their rightful place that makes his blood simmer in his veins; makes him eager to sink his fingers and teeth into all that untouched space, just to see what lies beneath. ]
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[Something about Akira's readiness to agree, the utter absence of trying to defend himself, sends something tingling through the length of Jyuto's spine. They both have their performances, after all, the stakes for which these little dalliances of theirs could spell disaster were they not quite so good at covering their tracks -- and all so eagerly thrown to the wayside in an instant, all for one another. He finds himself thinking, increasingly more often of late, that there must be some sort of divine catastrophe looming on the horizon with his name on it -- some form of otherworldly punishment for all the precarious tip-toeing he's been doing with that fragile thing called the law.
He finds, just as often, that he no longer has the energy to care. There's something to be said about pretty things and the ones who dedicate their lives to stealing them, and the pathetic men who are left in the wake of their destruction.
A pair of roaming hands make quick work of the tails of his shirt (always well-pressed, finely tailored, and the purest of whites), Akira's teeth ungentle in the way they grind against his own, and the hands that return to rest on a thin waist grip hard and harsh. Akira's hunger wishes to undo him, to take him apart at the seams: Jyuto's, however, is a smouldering thing, molten in his veins and aching in his fingertips, in the way he thumbs at the loops of a pair of dark slacks, the way he uses them as leverage to tug both the thief and his infernal perch closer to the desk behind them.
His incisors give a quick nip to the soft flesh of Akira's upper lip, his tongue soothing the bite nigh immediately.]
Ruin my reports and I'm throwing you in a cell for the night.
[Nevermind that they're all about him, anyway. This is all to say: there's space for him on the desk, papers be damned, should he deem it worthy enough.]
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it's dark when he steps quietly into the office, but the pinched stub of a cigarette leaning against the edge of the ashtray on his desk suggests that jyuto will likely return. papers are still scattered on the wooden surface as akira settles into the plush leather of jyuto's chair, kicking his feet up onto the corner unoccupied by reports of some kind; he may have a disregard for most things, but he isn't completely rude.
there's no calling card for him to leave today, and he's lost count of the times he's dropped by jyuto's office for no particular reason at all. maybe he just likes to see the brief look of surprise on jyuto's face when he opens the door, one that softens into something more resigned as he fights a smile. he likes that look on him, likes ruffling that controlled composure on the surface to pick at what lies beneath even with the threat of getting caught.
curiosity killed the cat but temptation brought it back, etc.
for now, he lights the end of the cigarette with one of jyuto's lighters, taking a drag from it and letting the smoke curl out towards the small crack he left from the balcony window. something he knows jyuto will likely spot before he even reaches the office. ]
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That's how he rationalized it, at least. Truthfully, there might be a part of himself that doesn't really mind the knowledge that he could have Akira swinging into his personal space from the cover of nightfall whenever he damn well pleases -- a part that's just as intrigued by the reckless, charismatic man as it is exasperated by his seemingly endless supply of energy for making his life busier than it already is. It's a part that he prefers not to pay too much mind to, when he can help it.
When Jyuto's eyes finally set on the stream of grey floating out of the window that he knew for a fact he'd left closed -- an evening breeze is hell for paperwork -- he isn't silly enough to discount the possibility that he's actually being robbed for real, even though it's been long enough since Akira's last unsolicited visit that the chances of it being a familiar face are higher than not, so instead of going for the door, he's taking one from Akira's book, making his way one flight of stairs higher to hop over the edge of the above-floor balcony and onto the landing of his own. It's flashier than he'd like to be, but nothing that Akira hasn't made him do before, bounding across rooftops and through the clusters of modest houses and storefronts making up the market end of Mizarea. When he slides the door open (he's not going to try the window, thank you), he steps into the office to the familiar smell of burning tobacco and smoke, folds his arms across his chest and clears his throat.]
I have half a mind to start charging you for those, you know. [And a cursory nod towards the cigarette between Akira's fingers. They don't come cheaply, especially when most things in Auguste are shipped in from other islands.
Jyuto's expression remains calm, even as he moves over to the desk and starts gathering up the mess of papers spread across it into a pile in his hands. There's some sensitive stuff in there that isn't for the eyes of the general public, let alone someone with Akira's track record, though he doubts the other erune would necessarily care enough to bother reading anything when everything he needs to get his kicks is standing right in front of him.
He's turning away to pull out a sizeable folder from a bookshelf across the room when he continues.] So? What is it this time? I'd have thought you'd be tired of hanging around a boring old detective by now, Akira.
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that was at least a month ago — the diamond necklace he'd stolen that night was returned to a young woman living in valtz, the only remaining heirloom belonging to her late mother. but no one knows about that.
his ears twitch at the light sound of footfalls on the balcony, tilting the chair back just enough to look around at jyuto. there's already a pleased smile on his face, one that makes him look younger than he is despite the smoke that leaves his lips. ]
This is only my second, [ he says, putting his feet down when jyuto starts gathering up the documents on his desk but still remains slouched in his chair. he hasn't looked at any of them; other crimes don't concern him as much as what he's hired for, and even then he tends to favor clients without ties to the empire. there will never be a universe where he doesn't play robin hood to some extent. ] Surely you can afford to lose that much, can't you, Detective?
[ of course, there's a new pack of those exact same cigarettes sitting in his coat pocket, but what's the fun in just giving it to him?
he leans his chin in his palm, elbow propped up on the armrest as his eyes track jyuto's movement across the room, watching the way his shirt stretches over his back when he pulls out the folder. ]
Do I need a reason? [ the nicotine leaves a pleasant burn, sharp against his tongue as he runs it over his lips. ] Maybe I just missed you.
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[Well, he doesn't reach into his own pocket too often to help with his investigations, but the Empire is notoriously stingy, only providing the bare minimum as far as provisions are concerned and not caring half as much as the citizens would like to believe about what goes on in a simple little city like theirs, so long as they get what they need for their airships and nobody goes poking into their business. Maybe that's what made their connection so magnetic; they may be his bosses, for all intents and purposes, but Jyuto's never felt any deep, personal obligation to those snobbish higher-ups from Erste.
With all the sensitive materials neatly tucked away for another time, preferably without any unexpected guests, Jyuto moves back to the desk, setting a palm down on the smooth wood where he sits on the edge, leg crossed over the other. Since he's been out, a still-gloved hand reaches to pluck the cigarette out of Akira's grasp, nonchalantly snubbing it out in the ashtray. He could have taken a drag for himself and tasted the remnants of Akira's lips against the thin paper if he felt like spoiling him, but he did break into his office.]
Usually when you miss me it means I'm about to be booked for the rest of the week. [It's not necessarily a complaint. With the way Akira looks so pleased with himself, his smile as pointed as the ears atop his head, Jyuto can't find it in himself to be quite as annoyed. Akira always looks ready to devour him on the spot -- Jyuto isn't sure that he'd object if he did.]
To be honest, I'd started to wonder if you'd finally decided to go into retirement. Things were getting quiet without someone to cause trouble.
[It's all he really sees in Auguste, when Akira isn't the one behind them; petty crimes, people stepping out of line against the generals, brawls breaking out between rival skyfarers. Nothing as fascinating as this messy-haired man before him whose idea of a flashy exit is smashing the nearest window, nobody as bold enough to steal a kiss with a side of sharp teeth and slender fingers running down the edges of his ears.]
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[ which even he's aware is unlikely, given what he knows about the empire. he hears a lot working in taverns as a busboy and bartender, keeping his head down and ears pricked for whatever rumors that float around in the poorer areas of the city. but he's never done well with authority to begin with, his opinion wouldn't have changed either way.
the remainder of the cigarette is put out and akira sighs, running his tongue over his teeth as if to chase after that lingering bite of nicotine. what little disappointment he may have felt disappears quickly at what jyuto says next, chuckling as he sits up straighter. ]
It would be nice, you know. [ the smile has yet to leave his lips, slanting into something sharper while he leans forward instead, resting his arms on the table. ] Having you to myself for an entire week. I wouldn't have to share you with the Empire.
[ here he is, back on his bullshit. ]
If I didn't know better, I'd think you missed me too.
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I'll leave the cell warming to you, thank you.
[No use ruffling feathers when there's no point in doing it, but while they're on the subject of the Phantagrande economy, Jyuto reaches down between them to pull out one of the drawers on the underside of the desk, deftly fetching his dwindling packet of smokes. There's only one left, and given how things usually go when Akira's involved, he'll probably need it.]
We have different ideas of what constitutes 'nice.' [But he's still smiling minutely as he says it, holding the cigarette between his teeth at the side of his mouth so he can still speak while he wonders where the hell his lighter went. No prizes for guessing, probably; he knows he'd put that last one out before he'd left.] I only miss having something entertaining to keep me occupied. Nobody else on the island likes committing a felony quite as stylishly as you.
[He really shouldn't be complimenting him, but he's done worse by now, so who's counting. He shifts where he's sitting to rest a foot against the arm of his chair, a more comfortable position than balancing his weight on his butt the entire time -- and a way to frame the space around them, shuttered down to the two of them, alone.]
Lighters feel like a step down, though, wouldn't you say?
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I see. [ he rolls the chair forward, just enough to close some of the distance between them. akira wouldn't have to reach very far at all to touch him, or grab the end of jyuto's tie to tug him down to kiss him like he did last time. ] You were always the first one the scene, even before I started leaving you calling cards.
[ and maybe that's what started it all — how persistent jyuto has always been in pursuing him. the thrill of the chase has always been addicting, but there's something about him that's even more magnetic, something that always keeps him coming back against his better judgement. ]
Are they? [ what he pulls from his pocket isn't jyuto's lighter, but a box of matches instead, striking it against the side to spark a flame. he holds it up to the end of jyuto's cigarette to light it before blowing out the remains. ] I just take whatever catches my eye.
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[And yet, as Jyuto leans just that little bit forward to catch the spark of flame on the end of his cigarette, Akira's dark eyes full of the same enigmatic charm as ever, Jyuto can't seem to find anything about him especially bad. He might be wreaking his own type of havoc, but it would be a lie to say that some of the people Akira had stolen from didn't have it coming to them -- for the most part.
Maybe he's started to take some concessions, relaxing his investigation here and there in the hope that their game of cat and mouse can continue. He certainly hasn't bothered trying to keep his office off limits, no matter how many times he's had to swat the younger erune out before he lands both of them in trouble. Maybe that means more than the state of their professional relationship -- maybe, even if Jyuto needs to chase him, that doesn't mean that they can't meet in the middle every now and then. Something about that sounds better than it should.
He straightens himself up as he takes a long drag of the rich nicotine, blowing the smoke off to the side. He knows that their closeness is deliberate, just like everything else that Akira does; so, too, is the way that Jyuto rests his elbow on his knee, propping his chin on his palm, a slender brow raising curiously.]
Do I want to ask what's caught your eyes this time? [It's less interrogative and more playful, like a sidekick rather than an opponent.] Somehow I doubt you came all the way here just to light my cigarettes for me.
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[ he's sure jyuto could have tightened security if he really wanted to by now; akira may be skilled at what he does, but the ease with which he's been able to pull off some of his work, how it always seems to be just jyuto to confront him instead of another member of the empire is telling. he can come up with a few answers, can make some guesses as to why that is, but he's sure they both know the true reason even if they've never explicitly said it.
there's something thrilling about that too, testing him to see how far he can go and what he can get away with. a kiss and smoothing his fingers along his ears — quite a bit. ]
It's been some time, hasn't it? [ a month and give or take a few weeks. something softens in his smile, gaze cutting away to jyuto's fingers curled delicately around the cigarette. he almost sounds nostalgic; longing. ] I guess I just missed your company.
[ the real truth: he hasn't been able to get their last encounter out of his head. the restlessness that had settled deep in his bones gave him no relief in his time away, only to be quieted now as he sits in jyuto's office. ]
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He has to shake his head with a chuckle, the lilt in Akira's voice sounding absolutely silly coming from him. It's almost romantic -- the complete opposite of the aggressive, assertive composure he'd had before.]
My company, or my lips?
[He hasn't forgotten it, either. How could he, really? Even now, without so much as a word or a simple, stolen heirloom, Jyuto finds himself pondering on the way that Akira had so easily skulked into his personal space, radiating the kind of confidence that only comes with the knowledge that nothing's going to get in the way of what you want, not really, as his hands had threaded themselves in his hair. Those deft fingers rubbing against the sensitive curve of his ears had left him wide-eyed and surprised, glued to the spot like some kind of amateur -- he'd come to expect just about anything, but he's sure the grin on Akira's face as he'd made his exit was full of the knowledge that he'd finally, truly, one-upped Jyuto in a way he couldn't possibly hope to best.
Well, not at the time. Looking at Akira now, lounging in his chair like it's the most natural thing in the world, makes everything else seem remarkably irrelevant -- no question of why or how or what, just the simple fact that it was, and, really, having a kiss stolen by a famous thief doesn't feel half as unexpected in hindsight as it had in the moment. They've always been inching towards something like that.
Something.
For the most part, the cigarette gets ignored, now.]
It was a surprising sentiment, I'll give you that. None of my targets have ever tried putting their tongue down my throat to get away with committing a crime.
[None of the others would have succeeded, either.]
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of course, the feeling of satisfaction of pulling off a successful heist is priceless, so too is the look of sheer joy and relief on their faces when he returns what had been taken. it's an experience he'd never get anywhere else, being able to one-up jyuto in the process is coincidentally a very nice bonus. ]
Maybe a little of both.
[ it's almost romantic, and if akira were the type to feel embarrassed, this is probably where he'd blush. but he isn't; that bit of honesty only brings back that restless feeling again, the idea that jyuto knows what he's thinking only makes him more attracted somehow. though that could be from recalling the softness of jyuto's mouth against his, of his ears beneath his fingers and the shocked look in his eyes. he thinks about that same look under him in a completely different context, of what he'd look like if he kissed him again and didn't stop. ]
And I'm sure none of them would keep breaking into your office to light your cigarettes for you. [ his smile is cheeky, the same one he always has when he gives him the slip. ] Well, I'm glad to be your first.
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It's that quick sense of humour and easy retort that has him charmed, probably; the way that Akira meets all of his comments with one of his own, the way he hasn't stopped smiling since he got back to his office. The company he'd gladly take over another night of paperwork.]
They aren't all as noble as you, no. Funny how criminals work like that, isn't it? [There's no harshness in the statement, nor is there any apology, because he knows Akira won't take offense at being called what he is, not when they can both feel what's brewing between them with no regard for crossing professional boundaries.
He flicks some ash into the ashtray and reclines back on his palm, blowing smoke up towards the ceiling.]
I thought you might have scared yourself off. It was a bold move, kissing the man who should have you behind bars right now. [If his tone says anything, it's that 'bold' doesn't quite mean 'wrong,' but all the same, his gaze is playful, teasing, as it finds its way back to Akira.] What if I don't swing that way? I could have you taken in for indecent assault.
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he still doesn't know how comfortable he can get until jyuto decides to kick him out, but that's part of the fun. ]
I've seen the way you look at me, [ he says while reaching over to pluck the cigarette from his grasp, taking a drag and savoring the taste of jyuto's lips left behind. an indirect kiss. ] I thought I'd test it out.
[ the result was more than he expected, but definitely not something he's complaining about. he still considers the flushed look on jyuto's face the best prize he could get, something he hopes he can see again sometime soon.
maybe tonight, if luck is on his side. ]
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It's true, more importantly. He knows it just as well as Akira does. Jyuto always conducts his business with an air of pretentiousness, but what lights up his eyes when it's the two of them -- that's something for Akira, and Akira alone. It would be foolish to expect someone who spends their spare time sneaking around not to notice the little things, like the way he can't help the smiles every time he's tailing after him through the bustling town streets, the way the tension had dissolved from his shoulders when he'd sat down at the desk, the way he doesn't bother watching his posture or playing nice.]
Really, now... [Though he's not asking, there's some amusement in his voice, like he's just been told something incredible about himself that he hadn't already known. He leans forward again, arm atop his own thigh, and steals the smoke back for himself. Instead of following suit, he lets it sit between his fingers, his face hovering close enough to Akira's to feel the freshly burning warmth of his breath.] And how do I look at you, hm?
[He can think of a few choice descriptors, but nothing half as interesting as what Akira could have in mind.]
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kissing him after a month of thinking about it almost feels like relief. ]
Like you've found something you've been looking for. [ he still has yet to pull away from him completely, still gripping jyuto's tie as he slides his free hand into his hair like he did the previous time to rub along the base of his ears. ] Like I'm the best thing you've seen all day.
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Sometimes, on the nights when he'd lean over the balcony, envisioning flashes of red and black and the sound of heels against rooftops, he'd find himself mimicking the way those hands had threaded themselves in his hair. It never really measured up to the real thing. He blindly sets the abandoned cigarette down in the ashtray off to the side so he can give Akira a taste of what he hasn't been able to get out of his mind since -- his fingers slotting the thin edges of soft, black ears between them, his thumb gently rubbing where warm skin meets soft fur.]
I can't help it, [he breathes, craning his head to push his ears into Akira's touch, lowering enough that he can almost feel the other's hair against their tips.] I never get the chance to enjoy you when I finally have you.
[It's saying "don't leave like last time." "I've waited long enough." "You're more than that to me already, you know."]
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I'm here now. [ perhaps against his better judgement, but akira can't deny the feeling that it feels right — almost natural to be here, alone with jyuto in his office late at night. instead of pulling away and leaving through the window like he's always done, he tilts his head towards jyuto's fingers with something like a low purr, releasing his tie to give in to the urge to sink both of his hands into the soft thickness of jyuto's hair. ] I'm not going anywhere.
[ it's both i want to stay and i don't want to wait. the admission should make him nervous, but all he feels is a weight being lifted from his chest. he feels freer in this moment than he's ever felt in a long time. ]
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Good. [Thank you.] I wouldn't let you leave even if you wanted to.
[Even if he tried to make a run for the window, Jyuto's hands would be there to stop him. For a moment, he considers reaching back to his belt, where a barely concealed harness sits under the dark curtain of his coattails and a pair of handcuffs rest against his hip; considers how easy it would be to restrain him now, finally, the one target who's managed to elude him for so long. He has to laugh to himself at how little that seems to matter now, when there are far more important things like the taste of his favourite brand of cigarettes lingering on Akira's lips, or the low rumble in the back of the other's throat that sends something electric down his spine.]
So much for my reputation, hm? [He lets a hand fall down to cup the side of Akira's cheek, far too much fondness for the pretense of professionalism they've halfheartedly maintained until now.] Who'd have thought.
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[ it wouldn't take very much effort for jyuto to do so right now with how close he is, catching himself smiling at the gentle nuzzling. but maybe that isn't so bad after all; there are times when he's grown tired of running, and while leaving jyuto with parting kisses would have been fun, it's become almost torturous now with how he's denied himself from indulging in what he wants for himself rather than for someone else.
he lets his hands slip from jyuto's hair, sliding down his neck and shoulders, following the straps of the harness beneath his shirt. there's a different sort of recklessness buzzing through him, that same burn of anticipation that pools low in his gut as he turns his head into jyuto's hand, kissing his palm. ]
Your reputation of being an intimidating detective? [ he trails his lips over jyuto's skin, nipping at the pad of his fingertip. ] I never believed it.
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An arrest would be the least of your worries. [But it's hardly a threat, really; he's too enthralled by what's happening between them, by the way that Akira manages to make himself look adorable even when he's taking shots. The contrast of the red of his glove against the whites of his teeth injects a warmth into his smile, the pad of his thumb feeling out the grooves of sharp molars.
A few months ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of finding the company of a thief anything more than a necessary nuisance at best. Now, he leans in to kiss at the corner of Akira's mouth, a laugh on his breath at the absurdity of how they've ended up like this.]
A lot of people do. [Believe a lot of things about him, that is. Some of them might actually be disappointed if they knew what they were doing together now, slandering his perfectly tailored image of an upstanding guardian of law and order -- at least on the outside. Again, he slides his fingertips along Akira's jawline.] You could ruin me in an instant if any of this got out, you know.
[There's something to be said about the risk Jyuto's taking that Akira can't quite match, and the willingness with which he'll step over that boundary that's so temptingly offered to him.]
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[ it's not a threat, but it sends something hot down his spine anyway, parting his lips further as jyuto slips his thumb along his teeth. the leather dips beneath jyuto's knee and akira takes it upon himself to push his coat the rest of the way off of him, liking the soft smoothness of jyuto's shirt probably a little too much. this is more than they've ever gotten; by now, akira would have made his escape, much less sliding his arm over jyuto's shoulder to pull him closer.
he feels the laugh against his cheek before he hears it, turning his head to catch jyuto's lips with his as if to taste it, licking along the roof of his mouth. ]
I guess we both have secrets to keep. [ jyuto, the less than upstanding detective with a soft spot for a criminal; akira, a vigilante moonlighting as a thief with a crush on an officer. it's almost as if they were made for each other. ] But I'd rather ruin you in a different way.
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Shucking the garment off behind him, a second knee finds its purchase beside Akira's other thigh, the subtle shift in Jyuto's height putting him at the perfect angle to rest his forehead against Akira's.]
We both know you'd enjoy whatever punishment I had in mind. [An endearing trait, for sure, but he's not here to spoil him after being left on read for so long.] You're too much of a pervert.
[It comes out sounding more like a compliment, like something he wouldn't change for the world, as he dips his head forward to press their lips together again, hard and insistent, parting Akira's with his own. The warmth between them has his pulse hammering in his chest, against the collar buttoned neatly up to his throat and fixed in place with his perfectly knotted tie, but it's Akira's arm around his shoulders that he goes for instead, guiding a wandering hand over his hip, down to the small of his back.]
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You're right.
[ no point in denying it, not when he knows jyuto likes it. akira lets his gaze take a slow, indulgent detour down the angles of his face, softened by the cup of moonlight along one side of his cheek. can anyone really blame him, honestly. it's not his fault jyuto is pretty, and akira has always had a weakness for pretty things.
but jyuto leans down and akira tips his face up without even thinking about it, inexorably drawn like a flower to the sun. this one isn't as light and chaste as the previous—more insistent, more deliberate; a month's worth of yearning distilled into lips and tongue and teeth. akira's next exhale into jyuto's mouth is shaky, wrecked, and his fingers tug at jyuto's shirt where he's guided to, pulling it free from where it's been tucked neatly into his slacks. there's something about messing up jyuto's normally professional and pristine appearance, pulling things out of their rightful place that makes his blood simmer in his veins; makes him eager to sink his fingers and teeth into all that untouched space, just to see what lies beneath. ]
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He finds, just as often, that he no longer has the energy to care. There's something to be said about pretty things and the ones who dedicate their lives to stealing them, and the pathetic men who are left in the wake of their destruction.
A pair of roaming hands make quick work of the tails of his shirt (always well-pressed, finely tailored, and the purest of whites), Akira's teeth ungentle in the way they grind against his own, and the hands that return to rest on a thin waist grip hard and harsh. Akira's hunger wishes to undo him, to take him apart at the seams: Jyuto's, however, is a smouldering thing, molten in his veins and aching in his fingertips, in the way he thumbs at the loops of a pair of dark slacks, the way he uses them as leverage to tug both the thief and his infernal perch closer to the desk behind them.
His incisors give a quick nip to the soft flesh of Akira's upper lip, his tongue soothing the bite nigh immediately.]
Ruin my reports and I'm throwing you in a cell for the night.
[Nevermind that they're all about him, anyway. This is all to say: there's space for him on the desk, papers be damned, should he deem it worthy enough.]