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Playing the Fool [2/3] >_>;

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“…h-hey, c-can I take off my shoes first?”

Souji pauses and steps back with a soft grunt. He allows Adachi to toe off his shoes and make it into the living area proper, ignoring the sudden awkwardness between them.

The guy sure knows how to kill the mood good and dead.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Souji waits for the other to settle down on the couch before resuming his ministrations. Of course, Adachi seems to take his sweet time crossing the living room. His eyes rove innocently, oh so very innocently, around the house, as if noting any changes since his last appearance there.

Finally--finally!--Adachi takes a seat and proceeds to look appropriately awkward. The blush on his cheeks has gotten no less apparent, and the way he holds himself, arms folded over his partially disrobed body, makes Souji wonder for just a split second if he had misjudged.

The second passes, though, and he closes the distance between them, determination renewed.

A light nip here, a gentle suck there, and a not-so-subtle grope down there gets him back in the swing of things, and finally, Adachi seems to be responding appropriately to his actions. As his fly is unzipped, the detective fists a handful of Souji’s hair, pulling just enough to hurt.

The touch grows more insistent and painful as he continues to denude Adachi; it gets to the point that Souji’s eyes are starting to water when he finally gets the man’s pants and boxers off, tossing them over his shoulder.

Still, he reminds himself to stay on top of his game. He has to play his cards right, play them carefully, if he wants to get any sort of answer out of the other, an answer of use.

So with this in mind, Souji takes Adachi into his mouth, forcing down his gag reflex. His fingertips drag lightly against the other’s thighs as he tries to get used to the sensation; it’s a feeling he’s not sure he wants to get used to but has to if he wants to be convincing.

He tries to think about what he likes when he gets a blowjob: keep teeth far and away; a little tongue never hurt; don’t forget to actually move. It’s a bizarre balancing act, but Souji imagines he’s doing something right with Adachi moaning above him.

There are two hands in his hair now, fingernails dragging against his scalp, and it takes a bit of effort to pull away. The action draws a displeased whine from the other’s lips, and Adachi’s displeasure only grows when Souji gets up and walks into the kitchen.

The younger man returns soon enough, though, with a half-empty bottle of hand lotion. The cute and pink packaging suggests it belongs to Nanako, but that seems to hardly matter when Souji’s covering his fingers in the stuff.

He kneels before Adachi once more, places a kiss on the man’s knee, before circling his entrance. The detective’s mouth opens on a silent cry, as he further slumps on the couch. Hands idly run themselves along any inch of the other they can reach, and when the first finger finally slides past tight muscle, Adachi’s toes curl.

“So why’d you do it?”

Both men still, as if suddenly frozen in time. Souji is the first to reanimate, and he stares up at the other with calm, gray eyes. Adachi’s eyes are closed, but they’re slowly fluttering open, fraction-by-fraction.