[ 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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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.]
don't make me reread my writing from five years ago pls and ty
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.]