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Shinichi waited with the rest of the task force, tense moments passing as order after order was barked out. Nakamori was determined that today would be different. That today he’d catch the thief using some new and ingenious trick.
Shinichi, as much as he respected the force, doubted that a literal bucket of crabs approach was going to do them any good.
Seriously, all they would do was pinch him. How was that supposed to do anything but eliminate the disguises? Even Nakamori was more efficient at pinching people at eye level.
Shinichi sighs and leans against a pillar, doing all the work he can in this mess of a scene. Sometimes, he holds them in high regard, with a willingness to let him organize the task force as he sees fit, giving Kid a run for his money.
Other times… well- other times he’s very good at sitting and watching. Especially when Kid isn’t even here to find yet.
He decides that- using the fifteen minutes left, he’s going to search for possible escape routes the thief might take if he forgoes his usual dramatic flair of drawing Shinichi out to a rooftop. It was fun in the summer, but now it’s much too cold to meet up there semi-regularly. That, and it always means Kid has to wait until the coast is clear or risk their conversations being under searchlight.
Shinichi doesn’t see why he does it, to be fair. If he really wanted to talk to Shinichi he’d just give him a name already.
It’s not like Shinichi wanted to catch him. Nothing more than catching his heart, that is, but-
He’s getting distracted. Shinichi pulls his focus back from the clouds and inspects the doors and windows on the first floor, where the gem is situated. There were a few ways out, but if Shinichi can remember correctly, under the elevator shaft was a set of ducts that led directly to the maintenance sector of the museum. There it would only be a matter of-
Shinichi’s unceremoniously hit over the head, and he wobbles on his feet, before falling back into soft fabric. Somebody looks over him as his vision fades, and he sees the silhouetted shadow of a monocle and a hat.
God, really? Using his face again?
It’s starting to become annoying…
-
Shinichi wakes up with a headache and numb arms, and slowly forces himself aware. He’s tied to a pillar, hands secured tightly, and legs spread in some odd kneel. It’s making his toes numb from how long he’s been sitting like this, and a quick look at his ankle where he keeps a spare watch (for reasons such as this) tells him it’s an hour past the heist time.
So Kid knocked him out and used his face. It would explain why he was in an unfamiliar outfit that smelled suspiciously like roses. Another suit, but this time, neither Kid’s white nor his own, but a completely new and distinct suit.
New would be putting it lightly, and it’s not really a suit either. More of an old, probably well-loved button-up and vest, with matching pants. Shinichi pressed away the reminder that to change him and steal his clothes meant Kid had stripped him down to boxers first.
He looks around the room, vision adjusting to the darkness, to see Kid in all black. He’s smirking, and now that he’s noticed Shinichi awake, the faint humming he’d clocked as a fan ceases when Kid opens his mouth.
“Good morning, metantei. Sleep well?”
The fact that it’s an hour after the heist and Kid has yet to return him- no, is actively hiding him from the task force has him on edge.
“About as well as somebody hit over the head can sleep. Now what’s this all about?”
Kid’s grin grows sharper, and Shinichi has the distinct feeling of being a bird under a cat's watchful eye.
“What, can’t I just spend time with my detective?”
Something about the way that’s said screams danger in his mind, but… not bad danger. Kid danger. The type that means he’ll be humiliated by the end of it, but not seriously harmed.
Oh good. Just what he wanted.
Kid seems to get the message after a minute and a half of silence, before pouting and tilting Shinichi’s chin with his gloved hand.
“Fine, I do have some… ulterior motives for keeping you here. Satisfied?”
Shinichi huffs.
“Not until you tell me what it is you want.”
Kid keeps creeping closer, and suddenly his hand is ghosting along Shinichi’s thigh.
“You, detective. I want to watch you squirm.”
Shinichi’s swallowing a fervent blush, Kid’s face incredibly close, and with what he was saying-
Shinichi lets out a quiet gasp as he’s rubbed against. Kid’s hands are rubbing small circles around his groin, before he’s making his way to the zipper of Shinichi’s trousers and unzipping.
“My my detective, hard already?”
Kid gives an innocent head tilt and Shinichi thinks he might just go mad from the sight of the thief trying to act like what he’s doing isn’t exactly why he’s turned on.
For all of Shinichi’s annoyed at Kid, knowing that Kid wants him like this…
Well- he’d be dumb to protest, wouldn’t he?
Kid’s reaching back into his pocket, pulling a blindfold from his pocket, before draping it sensually over Shinichi’s eyes and tying it. Next, he can hear the sound of clicking, and his pants and underwear are torn down enough for Shinichi to feel the cold concrete below him.
“Now Tantei, take a deep breath in.”
Shinichi does as he’s told, and there’s the feeling of something slick and round and not human being slipping inside his butt, before it’s shifted around his perineum and running along the length of his dick and then in the tip.
It’s to Shinichi’s realization, a dual end toy.
Kid isn’t done though, no, the sound of metal being taken from against the wall and dragged his way makes him wary. His legs are spread out, and there are metallic cuffs placed around his ankles.
A spreader- how does Kid have this all on hand?!
Kid gives a hum of contentment, before more hands ghost over him, sending small shivers down his spine. Then, another spreader is attached in what he assumes is the center of the last one, before something gently clicks around his neck and he’s forced to straighten and arch his back.
Shinichi gulps.
“Very pretty… if only you could see yourself…”
He can feel his cheeks go warm at the compliment, unsure if this is humiliating or arousing.
Kid shifts closer until his fingers are draping down Shinichi’s back with a pleasant tingle.
It stayed like that for a while, Kid caressing him as he fought to keep his breath even with each wave of embarrassed arousal, before he finally leaned back and spoke.
“Are you ready metantei? I’d like to start the show now…”
Shinichi feels a mix of anticipation and nervousness at those words, but even he understands that Kid wants a real response, so he nods.
“Good.”
Kid’s rifling through something, fabric moving- or, is he just undressing?- before Kid makes an “Ahah!” and shifts closer again.
“Three, two, one.”
Shinichi is suddenly struck with a strong vibration through his whole body, and he can’t help the unrestrained yelp of a noise he makes. The toy in his ass is vibrating right against his prostate, through his body and knees right between his legs, and rubbing in all the right ways. It's torture, plesant, and-
Its gone.
Shinichi's panting, face warm.
It’s gone.
He can’t help but make a small whine at the sudden drop off of the vibrations power, feeling high strung.
“Kid… what..?”
Shinichi hears a chuckle, but it’s breathy. Almost as if Kid was caught off guard, or distracted…
“Did somebody enjoy that?”
Shinichi hesitates, his immediate responses in conflict between denying any enjoyment or begging for more. So instead, he settled for:
“it was… alright.”
Kid tsks.
“We want it to be more than alright.”
He fiddles with something again, and this time a slow, low-level vibration makes him tense.
It’s good, but it’s not enough. Just enough to make him wanting more, to keep him interested, but… not enough to get him anywhere near close.
It’s almost torture.
Good torture.
Painstakingly slow torture.
…two minutes pass, and Shinichi can’t help but strain a little against the bars.
He needs more .
“Kid…” it comes out as another pitiful whine. “Please..? Just- just a little more.”
It’s quiet, before-
Shinichi’s chin is grabbed by damp gloves, and he can feel Kid’s breath near his lips.
“Of course…”
Two things happen at once: one of them is Kid’s lips pressing against his gently, holding him there, muffling his initial noise of surprise, before helping when the second thing begins. The vibration goes from low-level vibrating to intense all at once. It almost hurts from the sudden change, but the pleasure pushes it all away in a wave as strong as the moans he makes.
God, if before was torture, this was death.
Shinichi’s left squirming not of his own volition as the vibration relentlessly stirs him up, his eyes watering under the blindfold and his legs burning from their position this far apart.
And yet, its bliss.
“Ki- ah~, Kid! I- mnnnph -“
He can barely speak, but he needs to convey that he’s about to-
“God, you’re gorgeous Metantei… please… go ahead…”
Kid panted through his sentence, and Shinichi was reminded that this wasn’t just a one-way street. Kid was enjoying seeing him like this, and- and- an- a-!
The metal of the spreaders makes a rattling noise as his entire back tenses and his head goes back with it. He’s still being vibrated even while he’s coming, and it’s overwhelming. Shinichi wants to move away from it, and yet-
“ Kid…!”
Shinichi almost screams it.
He’s left on the ropes for a minute longer until he feels something warm and thick hit his-
Oh.
Shinichi hadn’t been expecting Kid to get off on just the sight of him alone, but-
If the idea doesn’t make him feel wanted…
From there, the dial slowly turns down until Shinichi is left breathing hard instead of moaning. Next, Kid takes off the blindfold and used the clean parts to wipe off his face, and only then does Shinichi get a good look at him.
Kid’s absolutely disheveled, taken apart in a way Shinichi’s never seen him in before: half undressed, hair wild and sweaty, with wide-blown eyes soft around the corners. There’s a small bit of semen in his hair- whose was anybody’s guess- and a glean on his neck, and Shinichi wished he could have seen the exact facial expressions Kid had made while he’d watched Shinichi unravel.
“Meitantei, I didn’t… I wasn’t expecting you as such an exhibitionist.”
Shinichi can’t help but feel his face soften in the same way Kid’s is as he’s helped down and into Kid’s arms.
“Never pegged you as a vouyer.”
“Why Metantei, you haven’t pegged me at all!”
Kid laughs as he says so, and Shinichi clings on maybe more than necessary.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to. Next time just show up and ask instead of hitting me over the head.” He whacks Kid’s shoulder as he’s sat on a bench.
“Idiot. This is the worst way to ask someone out.”
Kid pauses.
“Did- do you want me to ask you out?”
…what?
“Well- yeah. I just let you do the kinkiest think I could have imagined during a heist, I hope you didn’t just do this for fun.”
It’s a shift in the atmosphere that makes Shinichi realize he might have misstepped.
“Do you… not want to date?”
Kids quick to respond.
“No, no! I do! I just- didn’t think you actually… I had sort of been expecting this to backfire, actually.”
Shinichi looked Kid in the eyes, a mixture of confusion and unimpressed.
“You’re plan was to capture me, make suggestive comments until I turned you down, and disprove your theory?”
Kid only nodded.
Shinichi sighed, before gesturing for him to come close. Once he did, Shinichi pulled him into a hug.
“Well- I like you. And I’m asking you on a date. Right here, right now. What’s your plan for that?”
Kid looked at him for a moment, before the too-fond smile returned.
“I’d introduce myself again.”
He bowed, a small blue rose appearing from his hair.
“The name’s Kuroba Kaito.”
Shinichi smiled.
“Kudo Shinichi.”