FIC: Vainglorious
Title: Vainglorious
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Kaitou Kid
Pairings: Kaitou Kid/Kuroba Kaito
Summary: Kaito finds Kaitou Kid before a heist and gets more then he bargained for.
WARNINGS: Sex, sex and more sex, NOT for younger readers.
Notes: It's been a while since I wrote porn...and there may be a sequel.
Vainglorious
“God damn English bastard, always accusing me of being Kid, stick shoved so far up his ass his breath smells like wood…whoa, where’d the lights go?” Kaito paused in his under the breath bitching, turning in a slow circle, trying to figure out why the lights of the museum hallway had suddenly vanished.
“So you would be the little magician that everyone confuses of being me,” a voice all but purred out of the darkness.
Kaito turned again, and raised an eyebrow, wondering how the Kaitou Kid had managed to find the only avabile moon beam on this side of the building, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Kuroba Kaito,” he agreed, trying to sound cool…as if his heart hadn’t started racing.
Thief was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, one foot resting lightly against the (in Kaito’s opinion) rather ugly beige wall, the other lightly resting next to a duffel bag that Kaito guessed contained surprises that would turn the Task Force neon colours.
Kid smirked, pushing away from the wall with his foot; easily crossing over to the younger teenager, studying Kaito’s shadowed face. He reached out, gently taking Kaito’s chin in his gloved hand, turning the boy’s face to the side, smirk growing. “Frankly, I don’t see the resemblance. I’m much cuter.”
Kaito jerked his head out of Kid’s grasp, a small pout forming on his lips. “Doubt that,” he said, fighting an irresponsible urge to blow a raspberry at the thief.
Kid laughed, taking a step back, giving Kaito room. “I guess that I should give you something, for all the trouble our dear detective has put you though…what desire would you have, that a phantom thief could give?”
“A...An autograph?” Kaito questioned, stumbling over the words, nervousness creeping up his spine for some reason.
“An autograph? That is all?” Kid bit the inside of his cheek for a moment, struggling not to burst into laughter. He searched his coat, frowning for a moment. “Would you happen to have a piece of paper? I’m afraid all I have is this.” He held up a black ink pen, favored for writing heist notes as well as dirty limericks on passed out police officers, but nothing that he could sign and give to the teenager.
Kaito frowned, searching his pockets before cursing. “Nope, mom cleaned out my pockets before I came, something about magic giving Nakamori a migraine tonight.”
Kid rubbed a gloved finger over his lips before shrugging. “I guess I’ll have to get…creative.” he said, before promptly backing Kaito into a wall, the younger man’s shirt flying open under deft fingers.
Kaito opened his mouth to protest, only to be silenced by a rush of heat as he felt the cool tip of the pen against his skin. He tried to look anywhere but at the thief in front of him, feeling the blush he knew was covering his face and most of his chest. A warm chuckle brushed against his left nipple and Kaito swallowed hard, looking down at the smirking thief.
“I never thought you would be a blushing virgin, little magician,” Kid said, finishing his signature doodle with a flourish, capping the pen and standing straight. “Though it is rather cute,”
“How would you know what I would be?” Kaito asked, pouting again as he went to button back up his shirt.
“My dear detectives are not the only ones I keep an eye on. You have been requested at my heists quite a few times, enough for me to take a notice of a rather talented…if amateurish magician. Not to mention you are one of my top fans next to Suzuki-chan.”
Kaito shuddered slightly at the remembrance of the rich, over-bearing brunette before pausing, his brain catching up with what Kid had said. “You’ve been stalking me?!”
“Only in passing, though it makes it easier that Tantei-san follows you around like a lost puppy. You are a…interesting person to watch.”
The tone of Kid’s voice made it quite clear to Kaito that the thief was not referencing any of his more mundane activities, and the blush that had been fading returned full force. “Pervert,” he muttered, embarrassed.
“Mm,” Kid’s noise did nothing to dispute the claim, only solidifying the fact (and Kaito’s embarrassment more).
“What would you find so interesting about some random guy jerking off anyway?’ Kaito asked, angrily jerking at his shirt buttons.
“Besides the simple pleasure of watching? You talk while you do it. Interesting fantasy life you have.” And with that, Kid swooped in, claiming his own boon for the night, pressing Kaito more firmly against the wall as he kissed him.
Kaito groaned, closing his eyes to better bury himself in the sensations of his rather realistic fantasy (after all, there was no way he was really making out with the Moonlit Magician, things like that just didn’t happen). Though, a part of his brain wondered when his fantasies had taken such a bizarre turn, most times when he played with this one, he was far more cool and collected then a blushing, gibbering idiot.
He opened his mouth, a needy whimper escaping as he tasted Kid against his tongue; thief had evidently been enjoying a bit of dark chocolate before the heist and the taste of it, mixed in with something that was purely Kid himself, caused Kaito to growl, his body pressing forward to meet Kid’s, teeth nipping at the fuller lips over his as gloved hands caressed his bare chest.
Kid smirked into the kiss as Kaito responded the way Kid had expected him to, and encouraged by that, he slid his hands up the boy’s chest, shoving the shirt and school jacket off in the same movement, pressing his hips against Kaito’s, mentally groaning as he felt the starting erection beneath the polyester and metal separating them.
His mouth pulled away from Kaito’s, slowly licking and nipping at the boy’s throat, one hand pressing against the back of Kaito’s neck, the other reaching down to un-button and un-zip Kaito’s pants, reaching into the boy’s pants in order to free Kaito’s erection, gently stroking him.
Kaito gave another needy gasp, eagerly pressing up into Kid’s hand, his head falling back to allow the thief greater access to his neck. “Please…” he gasped out, the part of his brain not turning into a gibbering, needy mass wondering what the hell his sub-conscious was doing with his fantasies that he was turned into a weak-kneed nilly.
Taking advantage of that thought, he reached up, twisting the pair around, pressing Kid against the wall as he kissed him, his own hands un-buttoning Kid’s jacket. The thief reached down to stop or assist Kaito and the teenager batted Kid’s hands away, magician quick fingers easily disabling the various traps and tricks in the jacket and shirt, leaving Kid bare-chested, tie wrapped around Kid’s hands to keep them out of Kaito’s way.
Kaito wrapped his lips around one of the thief’s dusky nipples, smirking against the skin as Kid moaned, lapping at the flesh in his mouth. His hands followed Kid’s previous example, caressing the thief’s bare skin, enjoying the warmth of another person’s flesh, something he had never really experienced in his fantasies.
Kid licked his lips, panting softly. “Kaito, as much fun as this is, I do have a heist to attend in…” he trailed off, trying to remember where his watch was before lifting his left wrist. “Ten minutes,”
Kaito nodded, releasing Kid’s nipple with a pop, before sinking to his knees, freeing Kid from his pants as he did. He licked his lips, swallowing for a moment as he stroked Kid. He was used to this moment, replayed it almost every night, but he still found himself nervous in-spite of the experience with the dream.
Taking a breath, he wrapped his mouth around Kid’s length, sucking gently, trying to fit as much as the hard organ into his mouth as he could, gagging softly when he reached too far.
Kid gave a soft laugh, pulling his hips back slightly, gently stroking the side of Kaito’s cheek. “Easy there, my little magician, take it slow,”
Kaito nodded, humming his consent, smirking as the action caused Kid to gasp. He started humming Carp Windsocks, stroking and sucking in time with the melody, gagging again when Kid started thrusting (also in time with the song). Kaito pulled away, glaring up at the thief whom shrugged apologetically. Kaito returned to the task at hand, humming again, adding a stroke to his twist as he watched Kid’s face, enjoying the power to break the thief’s cool.
Kid hissed pulling away from Kaito after a moment, lifting the teen and kissing him hungrily, pushing Kaito against the wall again, biting at the magician’s lips before spinning Kaito around, wincing at the boy’s cheek hit the wall harshly. “Sorry,” he murmured, kissing the back of Kaito’s neck, pushing the boy’s pants down further. “But we are cutting it a bit close.”
Kid lifted Kaito up, grinning as the teen wrapped his legs around Kid’s waist. He used his hips to press Kaito the to the wall, keeping him up as he searched his pants for the lube, using his teeth to un-cap the bottle, pouring some on his hand.
“W...Why do you have KY in your pocket?” Kaito asked, hissing as he felt a finger working into him.
“You never know what comes in handy,” Kid answered, grinning slightly. “There are many ways to convince someone to allow you where you’re not supposed to be…and some of our lovely public servants don’t mind a quick tumble,”
Kaito laughed, giving a gasp at the end as another finger made its way inside his body. “Pervert,” he accused, causing Kid to bounce him slightly, a hiss coming from him again.
Kid skipped the third finger, instead lubricating himself up. “You already knew that, magician mine,” he teased. “Now hold still,”
Kaito gave a strangled gasp as Kid worked his way in; cursing the thief for skipping a bit of stretching, pain racking his body. “Fucking asshole,” he gasped, doing his best not to tighten up in pain, and thus making it even more painful.
“Just give it a chance, Kaito,” Kid teased, finally working his way halfway into the younger teen. “The pain makes it even better,”
“Bullshit, owe mother fucker!”
“Deep breaths, magician,” Kid muttered as he gave up on being slow, shoving deep into Kaito. He took a breath, gripping Kaito’s thigh and ass hard, trying not to simply continue thrusting, wanting to make this at least slightly pleasurable to the teen.
Kaito unwillingly followed Kid’s advice, clutching to the thief’s shoulders as he tried to relax and adjust to the intrusion. “Just move already, you bastard,”
“Gladly,” Kid said, leaning in to kiss Kaito, his tongue flicking over the magician’s lips as he moved slowly inside Kaito, glancing over the boy’s shoulder to check his watch, cursing mentally as the hands ticked closer and closer to the start of his heist.
“Stop watching,” Kaito said, squeezing down on Kid, smirking as the thief moaned. “Stay here right now,” Kaito used his thighs to push away from Kid, keeping his feet locked around the thief’s waist in order to pull himself back down onto Kid’s length, groaning deeply.
Kid followed Kaito’s movements, kissing Kaito again, their tongues sliding over each other as he thrust into the magician’s body, swallowing the moan he let escape. He increased the pace, pushing harder into the willing body.
Kaito whimpered, clutching even harder at Kid’s shoulders as they moved together, panting which each movement the thief made inside him. “More,” he groaned, tightening again against Kid, hissing as Kid adjusted his angle, hitting just the write spot.
Kid pulled away, laughing at Kaito’s demand, shoving harder into Kaito’s body, reaching between them to stroke Kaito, fighting the urge to check his watch again, hearing cheers starting outside.
“Here. Me. Now.” Kaito ordered, drawing Kid’s mouth up, biting and sucking on Kid’s lips, playfully tightening his body in tune with a recent pop song, laughing as Kid gave a whimper.
Kid hissed thrusting harder into Kaito’s wall, ignoring the boy’s groan of pain as his back scrapped against the wall, to interest in chasing the heat and tightness that Kaito offered. His pace on Kaito’s length speed up as well, matching his movements.
Kaito whimpered, eagerly thrusting into Kid’s gloved hand, moaning as his thrusting acted in counterpoint to the thief’s thrusting. His nails dug into Kid’s shoulder, drawing blood from the bare skin as he game, Kid’s hand in his mouth to muffle the teen as he buried his own face in Kaito’s shoulder, biting down to keep his own noises silent, following the teenager into his climax.
“Owe,” Kaito mumbled as he started to come down, the pain from his shoulder starting to hit him. He squirmed off of Kid as the thief pulled out, examining the bite mark, frowning, wondering how he would explain this if anyone saw it. He then gave Kid a glare for good measure, pulling back up his pants.
Kid laughed, pulling Kaito’s mouth up to steal another kiss, fixing his own pants. “Don’t be mad, very few have my DNA.”
“I should have Hakuba swab it,” Kaito muttered as he buttoned his shirt, leaving the uniform jacket open.
“Yes, but then you’d have to explain why I bit you,”
“Er…true.” Kaito murmured, running his hands through his hair, trying to get it in some semblance of order.
Kid stole another kiss, groaning, pushing Kaito against the wall again, and his hands sliding across Kaito’s back to grip the boy’s ass.
“Don’t you have a heist…that you’re now late for…?” Kaito asked, stealing another kiss from the thief, pressing up against Kid.
“Mm, maybe I should call it off…”
Kaito jerked away from the kiss with a snort. “Yeah, right. Go steal something.”
“As you wish, magician mine,” Kid said, licking Kaito’s neck before reaching into his jacket for a smoke bomb.
“Wait, why do you steal?” Kaito asked suddenly, wondering where the hell the question came from.
Kid paused, debating giving Kaito a flippant answer before grinning. “To make up a debt, good night.”
Kaito watched Kid disappear in a puff of smoke, shoving his hands into his pockets. “A debt? Weird.” Kaito headed back down the hall, towards the heist, smiling as yelling started again.
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Kaitou Kid
Pairings: Kaitou Kid/Kuroba Kaito
Summary: Kaito finds Kaitou Kid before a heist and gets more then he bargained for.
WARNINGS: Sex, sex and more sex, NOT for younger readers.
Notes: It's been a while since I wrote porn...and there may be a sequel.
Vainglorious
“God damn English bastard, always accusing me of being Kid, stick shoved so far up his ass his breath smells like wood…whoa, where’d the lights go?” Kaito paused in his under the breath bitching, turning in a slow circle, trying to figure out why the lights of the museum hallway had suddenly vanished.
“So you would be the little magician that everyone confuses of being me,” a voice all but purred out of the darkness.
Kaito turned again, and raised an eyebrow, wondering how the Kaitou Kid had managed to find the only avabile moon beam on this side of the building, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Kuroba Kaito,” he agreed, trying to sound cool…as if his heart hadn’t started racing.
Thief was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, one foot resting lightly against the (in Kaito’s opinion) rather ugly beige wall, the other lightly resting next to a duffel bag that Kaito guessed contained surprises that would turn the Task Force neon colours.
Kid smirked, pushing away from the wall with his foot; easily crossing over to the younger teenager, studying Kaito’s shadowed face. He reached out, gently taking Kaito’s chin in his gloved hand, turning the boy’s face to the side, smirk growing. “Frankly, I don’t see the resemblance. I’m much cuter.”
Kaito jerked his head out of Kid’s grasp, a small pout forming on his lips. “Doubt that,” he said, fighting an irresponsible urge to blow a raspberry at the thief.
Kid laughed, taking a step back, giving Kaito room. “I guess that I should give you something, for all the trouble our dear detective has put you though…what desire would you have, that a phantom thief could give?”
“A...An autograph?” Kaito questioned, stumbling over the words, nervousness creeping up his spine for some reason.
“An autograph? That is all?” Kid bit the inside of his cheek for a moment, struggling not to burst into laughter. He searched his coat, frowning for a moment. “Would you happen to have a piece of paper? I’m afraid all I have is this.” He held up a black ink pen, favored for writing heist notes as well as dirty limericks on passed out police officers, but nothing that he could sign and give to the teenager.
Kaito frowned, searching his pockets before cursing. “Nope, mom cleaned out my pockets before I came, something about magic giving Nakamori a migraine tonight.”
Kid rubbed a gloved finger over his lips before shrugging. “I guess I’ll have to get…creative.” he said, before promptly backing Kaito into a wall, the younger man’s shirt flying open under deft fingers.
Kaito opened his mouth to protest, only to be silenced by a rush of heat as he felt the cool tip of the pen against his skin. He tried to look anywhere but at the thief in front of him, feeling the blush he knew was covering his face and most of his chest. A warm chuckle brushed against his left nipple and Kaito swallowed hard, looking down at the smirking thief.
“I never thought you would be a blushing virgin, little magician,” Kid said, finishing his signature doodle with a flourish, capping the pen and standing straight. “Though it is rather cute,”
“How would you know what I would be?” Kaito asked, pouting again as he went to button back up his shirt.
“My dear detectives are not the only ones I keep an eye on. You have been requested at my heists quite a few times, enough for me to take a notice of a rather talented…if amateurish magician. Not to mention you are one of my top fans next to Suzuki-chan.”
Kaito shuddered slightly at the remembrance of the rich, over-bearing brunette before pausing, his brain catching up with what Kid had said. “You’ve been stalking me?!”
“Only in passing, though it makes it easier that Tantei-san follows you around like a lost puppy. You are a…interesting person to watch.”
The tone of Kid’s voice made it quite clear to Kaito that the thief was not referencing any of his more mundane activities, and the blush that had been fading returned full force. “Pervert,” he muttered, embarrassed.
“Mm,” Kid’s noise did nothing to dispute the claim, only solidifying the fact (and Kaito’s embarrassment more).
“What would you find so interesting about some random guy jerking off anyway?’ Kaito asked, angrily jerking at his shirt buttons.
“Besides the simple pleasure of watching? You talk while you do it. Interesting fantasy life you have.” And with that, Kid swooped in, claiming his own boon for the night, pressing Kaito more firmly against the wall as he kissed him.
Kaito groaned, closing his eyes to better bury himself in the sensations of his rather realistic fantasy (after all, there was no way he was really making out with the Moonlit Magician, things like that just didn’t happen). Though, a part of his brain wondered when his fantasies had taken such a bizarre turn, most times when he played with this one, he was far more cool and collected then a blushing, gibbering idiot.
He opened his mouth, a needy whimper escaping as he tasted Kid against his tongue; thief had evidently been enjoying a bit of dark chocolate before the heist and the taste of it, mixed in with something that was purely Kid himself, caused Kaito to growl, his body pressing forward to meet Kid’s, teeth nipping at the fuller lips over his as gloved hands caressed his bare chest.
Kid smirked into the kiss as Kaito responded the way Kid had expected him to, and encouraged by that, he slid his hands up the boy’s chest, shoving the shirt and school jacket off in the same movement, pressing his hips against Kaito’s, mentally groaning as he felt the starting erection beneath the polyester and metal separating them.
His mouth pulled away from Kaito’s, slowly licking and nipping at the boy’s throat, one hand pressing against the back of Kaito’s neck, the other reaching down to un-button and un-zip Kaito’s pants, reaching into the boy’s pants in order to free Kaito’s erection, gently stroking him.
Kaito gave another needy gasp, eagerly pressing up into Kid’s hand, his head falling back to allow the thief greater access to his neck. “Please…” he gasped out, the part of his brain not turning into a gibbering, needy mass wondering what the hell his sub-conscious was doing with his fantasies that he was turned into a weak-kneed nilly.
Taking advantage of that thought, he reached up, twisting the pair around, pressing Kid against the wall as he kissed him, his own hands un-buttoning Kid’s jacket. The thief reached down to stop or assist Kaito and the teenager batted Kid’s hands away, magician quick fingers easily disabling the various traps and tricks in the jacket and shirt, leaving Kid bare-chested, tie wrapped around Kid’s hands to keep them out of Kaito’s way.
Kaito wrapped his lips around one of the thief’s dusky nipples, smirking against the skin as Kid moaned, lapping at the flesh in his mouth. His hands followed Kid’s previous example, caressing the thief’s bare skin, enjoying the warmth of another person’s flesh, something he had never really experienced in his fantasies.
Kid licked his lips, panting softly. “Kaito, as much fun as this is, I do have a heist to attend in…” he trailed off, trying to remember where his watch was before lifting his left wrist. “Ten minutes,”
Kaito nodded, releasing Kid’s nipple with a pop, before sinking to his knees, freeing Kid from his pants as he did. He licked his lips, swallowing for a moment as he stroked Kid. He was used to this moment, replayed it almost every night, but he still found himself nervous in-spite of the experience with the dream.
Taking a breath, he wrapped his mouth around Kid’s length, sucking gently, trying to fit as much as the hard organ into his mouth as he could, gagging softly when he reached too far.
Kid gave a soft laugh, pulling his hips back slightly, gently stroking the side of Kaito’s cheek. “Easy there, my little magician, take it slow,”
Kaito nodded, humming his consent, smirking as the action caused Kid to gasp. He started humming Carp Windsocks, stroking and sucking in time with the melody, gagging again when Kid started thrusting (also in time with the song). Kaito pulled away, glaring up at the thief whom shrugged apologetically. Kaito returned to the task at hand, humming again, adding a stroke to his twist as he watched Kid’s face, enjoying the power to break the thief’s cool.
Kid hissed pulling away from Kaito after a moment, lifting the teen and kissing him hungrily, pushing Kaito against the wall again, biting at the magician’s lips before spinning Kaito around, wincing at the boy’s cheek hit the wall harshly. “Sorry,” he murmured, kissing the back of Kaito’s neck, pushing the boy’s pants down further. “But we are cutting it a bit close.”
Kid lifted Kaito up, grinning as the teen wrapped his legs around Kid’s waist. He used his hips to press Kaito the to the wall, keeping him up as he searched his pants for the lube, using his teeth to un-cap the bottle, pouring some on his hand.
“W...Why do you have KY in your pocket?” Kaito asked, hissing as he felt a finger working into him.
“You never know what comes in handy,” Kid answered, grinning slightly. “There are many ways to convince someone to allow you where you’re not supposed to be…and some of our lovely public servants don’t mind a quick tumble,”
Kaito laughed, giving a gasp at the end as another finger made its way inside his body. “Pervert,” he accused, causing Kid to bounce him slightly, a hiss coming from him again.
Kid skipped the third finger, instead lubricating himself up. “You already knew that, magician mine,” he teased. “Now hold still,”
Kaito gave a strangled gasp as Kid worked his way in; cursing the thief for skipping a bit of stretching, pain racking his body. “Fucking asshole,” he gasped, doing his best not to tighten up in pain, and thus making it even more painful.
“Just give it a chance, Kaito,” Kid teased, finally working his way halfway into the younger teen. “The pain makes it even better,”
“Bullshit, owe mother fucker!”
“Deep breaths, magician,” Kid muttered as he gave up on being slow, shoving deep into Kaito. He took a breath, gripping Kaito’s thigh and ass hard, trying not to simply continue thrusting, wanting to make this at least slightly pleasurable to the teen.
Kaito unwillingly followed Kid’s advice, clutching to the thief’s shoulders as he tried to relax and adjust to the intrusion. “Just move already, you bastard,”
“Gladly,” Kid said, leaning in to kiss Kaito, his tongue flicking over the magician’s lips as he moved slowly inside Kaito, glancing over the boy’s shoulder to check his watch, cursing mentally as the hands ticked closer and closer to the start of his heist.
“Stop watching,” Kaito said, squeezing down on Kid, smirking as the thief moaned. “Stay here right now,” Kaito used his thighs to push away from Kid, keeping his feet locked around the thief’s waist in order to pull himself back down onto Kid’s length, groaning deeply.
Kid followed Kaito’s movements, kissing Kaito again, their tongues sliding over each other as he thrust into the magician’s body, swallowing the moan he let escape. He increased the pace, pushing harder into the willing body.
Kaito whimpered, clutching even harder at Kid’s shoulders as they moved together, panting which each movement the thief made inside him. “More,” he groaned, tightening again against Kid, hissing as Kid adjusted his angle, hitting just the write spot.
Kid pulled away, laughing at Kaito’s demand, shoving harder into Kaito’s body, reaching between them to stroke Kaito, fighting the urge to check his watch again, hearing cheers starting outside.
“Here. Me. Now.” Kaito ordered, drawing Kid’s mouth up, biting and sucking on Kid’s lips, playfully tightening his body in tune with a recent pop song, laughing as Kid gave a whimper.
Kid hissed thrusting harder into Kaito’s wall, ignoring the boy’s groan of pain as his back scrapped against the wall, to interest in chasing the heat and tightness that Kaito offered. His pace on Kaito’s length speed up as well, matching his movements.
Kaito whimpered, eagerly thrusting into Kid’s gloved hand, moaning as his thrusting acted in counterpoint to the thief’s thrusting. His nails dug into Kid’s shoulder, drawing blood from the bare skin as he game, Kid’s hand in his mouth to muffle the teen as he buried his own face in Kaito’s shoulder, biting down to keep his own noises silent, following the teenager into his climax.
“Owe,” Kaito mumbled as he started to come down, the pain from his shoulder starting to hit him. He squirmed off of Kid as the thief pulled out, examining the bite mark, frowning, wondering how he would explain this if anyone saw it. He then gave Kid a glare for good measure, pulling back up his pants.
Kid laughed, pulling Kaito’s mouth up to steal another kiss, fixing his own pants. “Don’t be mad, very few have my DNA.”
“I should have Hakuba swab it,” Kaito muttered as he buttoned his shirt, leaving the uniform jacket open.
“Yes, but then you’d have to explain why I bit you,”
“Er…true.” Kaito murmured, running his hands through his hair, trying to get it in some semblance of order.
Kid stole another kiss, groaning, pushing Kaito against the wall again, and his hands sliding across Kaito’s back to grip the boy’s ass.
“Don’t you have a heist…that you’re now late for…?” Kaito asked, stealing another kiss from the thief, pressing up against Kid.
“Mm, maybe I should call it off…”
Kaito jerked away from the kiss with a snort. “Yeah, right. Go steal something.”
“As you wish, magician mine,” Kid said, licking Kaito’s neck before reaching into his jacket for a smoke bomb.
“Wait, why do you steal?” Kaito asked suddenly, wondering where the hell the question came from.
Kid paused, debating giving Kaito a flippant answer before grinning. “To make up a debt, good night.”
Kaito watched Kid disappear in a puff of smoke, shoving his hands into his pockets. “A debt? Weird.” Kaito headed back down the hall, towards the heist, smiling as yelling started again.