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“Fukuzawa...” Dr. Yosano slipped inside the President’s Office, her head down a bit, uncharacteristically quiet.

Fukuzawa noticed her odd behavior and immediately stiffened, “what is it, Yosano?” he braced himself for bad news.

She inhaled, shifting her weight to one hip, uncomfortably, “It’s Ranpo... I think he needs you right now and... I think he’s probably too stubborn to admit it,” her arms crossed over her chest, becoming more firm as she spoke.

The President’s mouth formed a taut line, he contemplated before finally saying, “is that all?”

Dr. Yosano made a dismissive gesture, “don’t stay late tonight, at least walk him home if you don’t want to invite him over,”

“I understand, thank you for telling me, Yosano, please inform Kunikida that I will be heading directly home today.” Fukuzawa replied, earning a grateful glance.

Dr. Yosano made her way back out, curtly informing Kunikida of the change in plans. He looked concerned but let it go quite easily. However, she couldn’t help but notice the exchange between Dazai and Ranpo that occurred while Kunikida was momentarily distracted from lecturing Dazai.

“Ranpo~ You’re so tense today, we can’t have our greatest detective overworking himself, now can we?~ Why don’t you be sure to give that wonderful brain of yours a break tonight?” Dazai encouraged, smirking.

What really surprised Yosano, was the way Ranpo momentarily opened his eyes to make intense eye contact with Dazai before he closed them again and leaned back in a casual stretch, “You’re right, Dazai, even you manage to have some good ideas every once and a while, Kenji! Why don’t you help me with this?” Ranpo gestured to the paperwork he should be working on.

Dr. Yosano frowned deeply. At the surface, everything seemed fine but she had known Ranpo a long time and... well, he really was tense, lately. If you watched him closely, it was easy to see that he wasn’t quite himself. He was acting. Trying too hard. She shook her head and returned to her office, Whatever’s up with him, the President will take care of him... she thought.

~

Ranpo was bored. Ranpo was bored a lot of the time, that wasn’t that unusual but... Today, he was far bored-er than most days. He felt restless and impulsive, a need thrumming under his skin that he couldn’t quite place. Chips and sweets weren’t helping, suckers almost did. The weight of the candy rolling against his tongue was his only solace against the tightness in his chest and the energy thrumming under his skin. Ranpo couldn’t focus at all, not even on his games.

The building anxiety left him feeling irritable, he came close to snapping at everyone who spoke to him. As he feared, the rest of the Agency had even begun to notice his behavior. Some were too dense to notice anything, of course, but Yosano was worried enough to go tattling. Even worse, Dazai seemed innocent enough to the others but Ranpo knew that Dazai’s idea of how Ranpo should relax was far from innocent.

Ranpo was just about to spit out the mushy paper from his sucker stick when he heard Fukuzawa’s office door open. Since Kunikida was putting his things away, that must mean that Fukuzawa is ready to leave. His chest fluttered a bit at that but he didn’t react at all outwardly. As much as he loathed the way Yosano went about things, it would be nice to spend time with Yukichi. After all, Yukichi was his favorite. It was only natural that Ranpo would be excited.

“Ranpo, walk with me.” Yukichi ordered. He may have phrased it as a question if Ranpo had ever denied him before. He didn’t bother, not anymore.

As it was, there was nothing he would deny Yukichi, so he simply stuffed his Nintendo deep in his pocket and hopped up to follow him. Ranpo dropped the stick in the bin and immediately mourned the loss of something to twirl around his mouth. It had been his last one. Ranpo took his place, half a pace behind Yukichi to his side, which is some comfort. Yukichi’s side was probably Ranpo’s favorite place in the world. For the sake of remaining there, Ranpo tolerated his lack of sweets. He folded his sweetened tongue over itself while he walked, sucking lightly and entertaining himself with the rough texture of his own tastebuds.

Fukuzawa was silent as they walked, he didn’t have to tell Ranpo that they were going to his place and not the apartment he had insisted that Ranpo should have. Such matters didn’t need to be said between them, Ranpo already knew. Fukuzawa didn’t stop for the alley cats as he did each morning and that piqued Ranpo’s interest. If Fukuzawa was planning anything major, Ranpo would know, but he wasn’t totally clear on what was going through Fukuzawa’s head. Even after all this time, Yukichi still found little ways to surprise him.

As soon as they arrived, Ranpo made himself at home, perched on the edge of the table, watching Yukichi carefully. It may look almost analytical but Ranpo knew that Yukichi was about to speak, he just wanted a moment to admire how he looked. Yukichi was dressed the same today as he was every day, which is to say, he looked gorgeous.

“Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” Yukichi asked.

Ranpo considered lying but he hated lying to Yukichi, it made him feel dirty. Instead, he said, “I don’t know. I’ve been restless all day... I think I just need a good distraction,” which wasn’t quite a lie, at least.

Yukichi looked at him contemplatively and then his gaze became just a bit heavier. Ranpo’s skin began to prickle immediately. Perhaps, Dazai’s perverse suggestion really was a good one. Ranpo never was bored or restless or stressed with Yukichi’s hands on him. The thought brought a subtle flush to his face, one Yukichi surely didn’t miss.

“Do you want me to distract you, then, Ranpo?” He asked.

Ranpo nodded, he did, more than anything, “Yes--” he scrambled to add, “I’ll be good for you.”

The addition made Fukuzawa’s pupils blow wide and his fingers flexed as he fought to maintain his composure. He stepped away for a moment, returning to the dining room with a cushion. Fukuzawa dropped it to the ground in front of him and waited expectantly. Ranpo eagerly shrugged off his cloak and settled down on his knees. Obediently, he let his mouth fall open. When Ranpo’s mouth wasn’t immediately filled he peeked an eye open to see Fukuzawa watching him with a slight frown. That hit him like a blow to the chest, what was he doing wrong? Was he not what Yukichi wanted?

“Not yet,” Yukichi gently guided Ranpo’s mouth shut with a finger hooked under his chin, despite the whines of protest, “I think you need a moment to relax first,”

A jolt of anger shot through Ranpo’s system and he opened his mouth to protest but his protests died on his tongue when Yukichi’s fingers tangled in his hair. He shuddered at the simple touch, his body recognizing it as a precursor to pleasure. Yukichi carded through his hair, guiding him to lean in various directions, occasionally giving light tugs to the sensitive strands. Quickly, Ranpo’s mouth fell open pliantly and he could feel himself slipping. Only like this, when his whole world was Yukichi, could he stop thinking so much and start to really feel.

The soft pad of a finger brushed against his lips, dragging against them. Ranpo let out a small hum of delight, pleased with the development. His mouth began to water instantly, if he was any more aware of his surroundings he may have worried about drooling. Yukichi’s thumb slipped into his open mouth and Ranpo relished the salt of his skin and every ridge that brushed along his sensitive lips. He couldn’t help but to sink deeper and deeper into his own skin, when Yukichi’s thumb was exploring his mouth.

All too soon, Ranpo was whimpering at the loss of the perfect weight on his tongue. He almost missed Yukichi’s order to remove his tie. Ranpo fumbled with the soft blue material, eager to comply. When he finally managed to remove it and present it to Yukichi, Ranpo took a moment to let his eyes flutter open. He took in the sight of Yukichi standing so high above him, strong and steady. Someone else could mistake him for being collected, but Ranpo knew by the look in his eyes and the shift in his weight that Yukichi was close to losing his composure.

Yukichi gave a soft smile at the sight before him and leaned down, pressing his lips into a slow, passionate kiss. Ranpo relished in it, chasing after the taste of Yukichi. The slow dance of their lips was heady and addictive, it left him melting.

“Open up, kitten,” Yukichi whispered as he pulled away, as though Ranpo’s mouth didn’t immediately fall open as soon as he did.

Ranpo shuddered in delight, something inside him preening at the name, he took Yukichi’s middle and index finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. His work was somehow both lackadaisical and thorough. Trails of spit began to trail down his lips and Ranpo was too lost in the perfect sensation of the way Yukichi’s nimble fingers rested on his tongue to care. His whole world was narrowed to that simple point of contact and he was intoxicated on the simple pleasure of being good for Yukichi.

He heard the shuffle of fabric, Yukichi was almost certainly removing his yukata, the thought made Ranpo quite aware of the way his cock ached in the confines of his pants. He pressed a palm down on his clothed erection, whimpering Yukichi’s name. Ranpo wanted relief but he wasn’t ready for this to end, either.

“You’ve been so good for me, Ranpo, just a little longer, then I’ll pet my kitten,” Yukichi said, guiding his cock into Ranpo’s inviting mouth.

Ranpo felt a twitch of a smile flick across his messy face as Yukichi’s cock bumped across his lips. Blinded as he was, he had to wait until Yukichi was lined up before he could consider moving. However, based on the hand tangling in his hair, it seemed that all he had to do was relax. Let Yukichi use his mouth and enjoy the heady scent and the familiar taste. Moments melted into minutes, floating in the sensations of Yukichi’s touches.

The weight of Yukichi’s cock, hard and warm and familiar, gliding across his tongue and dipping into his throat, soothed the restless tightness in his chest. Each twitch, every drop of pre-cum, and all of the little sighs of pleasure falling from Yukichi’s lips served to soothe him into a softer place. The tension drained from his shoulders and face, being lost in the simple pleasure of being good. Yukichi tasted even better than his sweetest suckers.

“That’s enough,” Yukichi ordered, his voice should have been stern but was softened by the subtle tremble that indicated he was nearing the edge.

Ranpo pulled back slightly, frustrated by the blindfold denying him the sight of Yukichi’s restraint that Ranpo had slowly teased apart. A high keen was pulled from the back of his throat, missing the pressure on his tongue already. Yukichi’s amused breath made it almost worth it but Ranpo was far from a patient man.

“On or off?” Yukichi asked as he slipped a finger under the edge of the tie, brushing against Ranpo’s cheek.

Ranpo shifted his weight back a bit and frowned in the strain of making such a decision in the floaty haze he was in. He wanted to see Yukichi, naturally, but... he also knew that seeing also made it harder to stay in the soft, warm place in his mind that Yukichi brought him to. He folded his tongue back over once again and then hummed contemplatively.

“What do I get if I keep it on?” Ranpo asked, voice wavering just a bit from his throat’s prior activities.

Yukichi gave an amused breath, unsurprised by his lover’s antics, “Hmmm... if you can be good for me and keep it on... You can cum while I stretch you,”

A pleasant shiver ran down his spine at the thought, “it stays, I can be good, Yukichi, tell me I’m good,” he begged.

“That’s a good choice, Kitten,” Yukichi teased with a hint of the praise to come.

Even just a few words were enough to make Ranpo ache in his anticipation. He whimpered as strong, familiar hands scooped him up. He felt so small, being picked up like this without even being able to see. He trusted his Yukichi, though, Yukichi would never let him fall. Ranpo was gently laid back on their bed, deft fingers making quick work of his top. Ranpo keened at the teasing pressure cupping his erection before his pants and underwear were discarded.

Yukichi gave a little displeased hum at the wanton pleas falling from Ranpo’s lips. A front, Ranpo knew well just how much Yukichi loved to hear those cries, but he nonetheless accepted the quieting fingers slipping into his open mouth. With his sight taken and body so sensitive, each callous that brushed against his lips felt intense. His mouth instantly watered, every part of his body craving more of Yukichi. Ranpo heard some rustling fabric but intentionally ignored it, wanting to be completely at Yukichi’s mercy. The click of a cap of lube, though, had him whimpering around the fingers hooked into his mouth. He spread his legs, thighs trembling and cock weeping against his stomach.

The pacifying fingers retracted from Ranpo’s mouth, earning an indignant noise of his distress. He currently lacked the mind to put his complaint into proper words but his displeasure echoed throughout their bedroom, regardless.

“What do we say, dearest?” Yukichi asked, using one of the rarer endearments that always made Ranpo’s heart skip a beat. The way Yukichi said dearest with such sincerity left no doubt that it was no simple phrase, to him, it was a declaration of what exactly Ranpo was to him.

“Fuck me, Yukichi, fuck me please,” Ranpo whimpered obediently, habit making the words fall from his mouth even with his mind clouded by the scent of Yukichi’s cologne and the promise of what’s to come.

“What a good kitten,” Yukichi praised, self-satisfied smile going unseen.

Ranpo moaned loudly as slick fingers pushed into him, the uncomfortable intrusion smoothed by the praise sinking into his skin. Each gentle press pushed Ranpo farther into subspace, Yukichi’s mouth descended onto Ranpo’s aching length. Ranpo’s whimper quickly became a shocked cry as the fingers inside of him curled towards his prostate. Already he was pitifully close to the edge, he had lost track of how many fingers had been worked inside of him. He didn’t have the mind to care anyhow, his hands desperately flew to Yukichi’s soft silver hair in warning. The little hum that sent vibrations along his cock was all the permission Ranpo needed to let the pleasure drown him as he spilled onto Yukichi’s tongue.

Yukichi’s fingers worked him steadily through the lingering waves of his orgasm, his warm body leaning over Ranpo to kiss him messily. Ranpo’s tongue eagerly sought out his own cum on Yukichi’s tongue, the filthiness of the kiss readily compensating for the mildly unpleasant taste of his own release. As Yukichi lost himself in the deep kiss, he removed his fingers and let his cock slide against Ranpo’s slick entrance. Ranpo pleaded in any breath that Yukichi granted him, desperate and unashamed.

Yukichi finally pulled back for long enough to begin sinking into Ranpo, groaning as he pushed into his lover’s pliant body. One hand held his hip in a possessive grip, edging into becoming bruising. Ranpo knew that it was Yukichi keeping himself steady to assure his comfort. Ranpo wanted all of Yukichi, though, so he teased Yukichi by squeezing around him just the way he liked. That earned him a sharp snap of Yukichi’s hips and a low noise like a restless beast eyeing the bars of his cage.

Then the fun really began. Yukichi took the hint and drove Ranpo into the sheets, fucking him roughly. Ranpo’s cock, half hard from its recent relief, began to take interest once again at the desperation leaking into Yukichi’s thrusts. Yukichi always went so quiet during sex, most days Ranpo would tease the words out of his mouth, but today Ranpo was going to be good. He knew after all this teasing, Yukichi wouldn’t last long, so he relaxed and savored each moment.

When his prostate was roughly targeted, Ranpo couldn’t help himself anymore, “Yukichi~” Ranpo cried, “Please, make me yours!”

That got the desired effect. Yukichi latched onto his lower neck, sucking and angry mark and teasing the skin with his teeth as he pistoned his hips and wrapped a hand around Ranpo’s aching cock. Yukichi’s teeth edged into actual pain on Ranpo’s neck as his hips stuttered to a stop and he came inside his desperate lover.

Ranpo keened and cried as Yukichi pulled away from his neck, soothing the marks with his tongue. Yukichi lazily thrust as he rode out his orgasm, “So good for me, Ranpo, my perfect boy...” he whispered, tightening his grip on Ranpo’s cock.

Ranpo was quickly driven past the edge by the words of praise, spilling all over himself once again. Tears of pleasure dampened the tie still secure over his eyes. His mind was too busy buzzing with waves of pleasure to notice Yukichi removed his softening cock, nor to make sense of the words muttered in his ear. The tie slipping away caught him off guard, eyes squeezing shut against the flood of light. By time he had re-adjusted, Yukichi had procured a warm, wet cloth. His body was cleaned of the mess and a small plug pressed into him. Floating in a sleepy haze as Yukichi cleaned them both, Ranpo wasn’t sure how long had passed when Yukichi crawled into bed with him and moved him until he was being spooned under the covers.

“Do you feel better now, Ranpo?” Yukichi whispered into his ear, voice low and tender.