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February 12 [2/3]

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“A-Adachi, what was..?!” The cop was so obviously flustered after, doing that loud whisper thing as he covered his mouth. But what a good boy; knew better than to make a ruckus about it. Being in a secluded corner to observe had its advantages, though; so even if he did it would be easy to play off.

But, back to Adachi’s plan.

“Dojima-san... it is all right..?” Dojima only caught a glimpse of half-lidded eyes and a slightly flushed face before Adachi leaned in again, this time trailing his mouth down his jaw to his neck. The older man hissed softly as a shiver ran down his spine, goose bumps spreading further. Barely just wondered what had gotten into Adachi all of a sudden--damn, that mouth was distractingly warm in this weather, and it had been so long since Dojima had contact of this sort. He just gave a small grunt in response. Adachi didn’t know if it was a yes or no, really, and again; he didn’t bother himself with things like forgiveness or permission.

That was all the time Dojima was given for second thoughts, before hands were on his thighs, smoothing up slowly. It didn’t occur to Dojima to grab his hands and just stop him. Though he didn’t want to face it, some part of him wanted it. Perhaps he foolishly looked at it as a chance to move on. He’d probably later feel guilty about using Adachi for such a purpose. (And what irony that would prove to be.)

The young detective leaned off his chair then, kneeling down, using the table as cover. He knew Dojima would give in eventually, but this easily? Always so full of surprises, Dojima-san. A grin graced his lips-easily mistaken as his oblivious smile, by Dojima-as he slowly unzipped his pants. This got another wince from Dojima, cold air getting pretty personal there, not to mention Adachi’s hands are fucking freezing. But it hardly mattered as Adachi bent forward, tongue pressing under the tip of his exposed cock. God, it felt searing hot in comparison.

The older detective let out a soft sigh, almost like relief. He wanted to keep his eyes on Adachi, the sight of him going further along his length, expression so focused to please (from Dojima’s perspective), and yet being in the middle of a rather public area, he had to force himself to tear his eyes away and keep watch. It became infinitely harder though when teeth grazed the sensitive skin slowly, tongue circling around the shaft, all drawing out a low moan. Dojima’s teeth grinded together as he leaned an elbow against the table, cheek resting against his knuckles in an attempt to calm himself, and keep it discreet. His free hand hesitantly lowered, smoothing back Adachi’s hair, tangling softly in it. Taking the encouragement, Adachi sped up his movements, tongue pressing against the underside of his erection with each upward movement, Dojima’s hips bucking up at the sensation. Ha, poor guy probably hasn’t had a blowjob in years. Much less actual sex. At this point Adachi didn’t actually know much about his partner; but did know he was the type who could very well keep him from this boredom. At least for a while. Dojima would know when he was done with him.

“A-Adachi...” Dojima’s voice was deep and raspy, hand tightening in his hair slightly in warning. Adachi just continued, humming softly, pleased with the sound that came from Dojima’s throat as the vibrations ran along his arousal. His hand took care of the base, stroking faster than his mouth could have. Adachi gave a slight wince when Dojima’s hand outright fisted the messy locks as he came. He pulled away, swallowing what he could of it, the bitter taste still on his tongue.

The next thing Adachi felt was a swift smack to the head.

“Ow! W-what was that for?!” He looked up, expression almost pouty.

“Doing something so goddamn risky while on the job,” Dojima responded, glaring as he straightened his clothes back up. Adachi mentally noted with amusement that Dojima was the one with the red face, though.