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“Come on, you don’t have to worry! The president is a just a chill old guy, he’s not scary even for you!”

“Ranpo-kun… should you really be saying that within earshot?” mumbles Poe as Ranpo drags him into the office by his sleeve.

Ranpo shrugs and grins at Fukuzawa. “It’s fiiiine! He doesn’t care, do you, old man?”

Fukuzawa stays very still at his desk, and blinks slowly. “I am familiar with your attitude, yes, Ranpo.” He turns to face Poe. “Are you the skill user Edgar Allan Poe?”

“Yes, sir, I deeply appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. As I believe Ranpo informed you, I have washed my hands of the Guild entirely and wish to be useful to the Agency in future if the need arises.” 

Fukuzawa nods. “Very good. The Agency will call on you if we need your skill. I hear it has already helped Ranpo in times of need, so I have no doubt that we will be requesting your assistance in the future.” 

“Thank you very much sir,” says Poe. “I have a short novel I put together in case of emergency that I thought I would leave here – it should function as a safe place. The way out is very easy to find, if you know where to look, but if you don’t, you will be able to stay indefinitely inside the book.”

Fukuzawa takes the novel with a smile. “Thank you very much. Ranpo, I must commend you on befriending such a polite young man.”

Ranpo beams.

“Really, I am very proud of you for helping the Agency find an ally like this, and for your recent work in general. You have been working very hard and have solved a record number of cases. As expected from our resident master detective, of course, but I truly am proud of you.”

After a moment of uncharacteristic silence from Ranpo, Poe turns to look at him.

Ranpo is grinning wide and practically bouncing on the heels of his feet, looking more overjoyed than Poe has ever seen him. He even has a faint blush to his cheeks, and his eyes are open wide. 

“Thank you, sir!” Ranpo says eventually, surprisingly polite. They leave the room together and Ranpo still seems to be riding the high of the praise, bouncy and excitable and chatty as they walk down the road. He doesn’t even complain about the few minutes of walking to the taxi stand.

When Ranpo’s cheerful chattering about a case he solved recently concludes and the conversation lulls, Poe cannot resist mentioning the topic on his mind.

“You really like it when Fukuzawa praises you, don’t you?”

Ranpo shrugs. “It’s fine, I guess. I mean, I don’t know why everyone isn’t praising me more. I’m the one keeping the whole Agency going with my skill.”

Poe smiles at that. He agrees entirely with the sentiment, forever in awe of Ranpo’s super deduction ability. “You really are incredible.” 

“I know, I know!” says Ranpo dismissively just as the taxi arrives. Poe shelves the idea for later experimentation.

-

All Poe can think about is the blush on Ranpo’s cheeks and his big smile when Fukuzawa praised him. He wants to make Ranpo react that way, wants to romance him and take his hands and guide him into bed and have him smiling and wanting for more.

This isn’t the first time that Poe has been alone after Ranpo has left and his thoughts have involuntary spiralled towards the erotic. Sometimes it even happens while Ranpo is in bed beside him, curled up and snoring and unaware of what he is doing to Poe.

He simply doesn’t know how to broach the subject, fearful of being presumptuous or of frightening his beloved Ranpo off, of making him think differently of him.

So he avoids the topic, and Ranpo doesn’t bring it up or show signs that the lack of sex is affecting him.

Being the man that he is, Poe finds an outlet in his writing. It starts off with a short, romantic story, but his hidden notebook soon fills with fantasies of all kinds, far more adventurous than anything he would dare to consider in reality.

The notebook stays hidden in the back of his desk drawer and only comes out when he is home alone or has slipped away on a night Ranpo is over to write, lest the thoughts overwhelm him as he holds him in bed.

It isn’t unusual for him to have dreams about sex when he is sharing a bed with Ranpo, and so he has somewhat of a routine. More for fear of Ranpo being made uncomfortable by his erection pressing against him than out of indulgence (though he must admit it plays a role), Poe slips away to his office and takes out his notebook once more. 

By lamplight he flicks through chapter upon chapter of his own inked desires, searching for one in particular to spark his interest on this occasion. 

He settles on an old favourite, the very first one that dives entirely into the erotic, borne from his swelling feelings upon seeing Ranpo’s intense reaction to receiving praise from his father figure.

The lines are familiar to him, his eyes having passed over them countless times in these stolen moments of pleasure, and they hold a comforting fantasy:

“‘Ranpo, my dearest, I am ever so proud of you!’ says Poe, smiling down at his partner with endless love in his eyes.

The detective squirms beneath him, wrapping his legs even tighter around his waist and squeezing his eyes shut as his face turns red. He is unable to hide his pleasure with Poe atop him, pinning his hands to the pillow, and the rarity of the embarrassment on his face makes it even more arousing – something that exists only for Poe.”

Despite his tiredness, Poe strokes himself to his own words, Ranpo’s warmth and scent still on his skin as he pictures him pinned beneath him. He muffles his moans with the palm of his hand while the other encircles his cock as he thrusts into it, imagining it is Ranpo’s tightness and heat around it.

He is so, so close, and his eyes fall shut, the words no longer necessary as the scene plays out in his head, the imaginary Ranpo tight and hot and making cute little sounds beneath him.

All at once, a hand is planted on his shoulder. 

“Reading something naughty? Lemme see!” Ranpo’s voice is playful and curious, trailing off as a light flashes when he lays eyes upon Poe’s words. His form flickers and begins to fade rapidly, and without thinking, Poe grabs his wrist.

Poe blinks his eyes open and finds himself sitting on his own bed in his regular, familiar bedroom. Still tired as he is, he could almost have mistaken it for reality if he didn’t look down and see that he is completely undressed.

Beside his are another pair of outstretched legs, shorter and freckled, and he shuts his eyes to avoid the temptation to look any further up Ranpo’s exposed body.

The mattress shifts and he feels a clammy hand against his shoulder.

“I knew this would happen,” says Ranpo smugly, “so don’t worry.”

Poe keeps his eyelids pressed shut. “I’m so sorry, Ranpo. I didn’t mean for you to read it, and it’s not even a mystery, or a proper book – it shouldn’t have trapped you in here! Let alone me, in my own story! Oh, what have I done?” He lets his head fall into his hands, distress washing over him.

Ranpo grabs his wrist and tugs, trying weakly to get Poe’s hand to stop covering his face. Poe moves it away himself, but keeps his eyes shut.

“Boy, you sure are bad at not worrying… Isn’t this what you wanted? We’re in your fantasy, so we can have all the fun you want! C’mere!” 

Ranpo flies at him and before Poe knows what’s happening, he has opened his eyes and he’s being straddled by the grinning detective. 

“It’s really okay?” Poe asks, still feeling a little light-headed. Ranpo’s hand slides down his bare chest. 

“Hey, I thought you knew me! This is your master detective’s master plan, so I want you,” Ranpo pokes his cheek, “to loosen up and have fun! And this isn’t even real so you’ve gotta relax and have a good time until I get us out of here, because you don’t even know how to leave your own smutty notebook!”

Poe blinks. Ranpo continues, not an ounce of embarrassment or hesitation in him. “So, where were you up to… you had me on my back and you were fucking me! Come on, get a move on! We’ve gotta catch up!” 

“That’s, um, not very romantic, Ranpo…” Poe says quietly, fingers gently squeezing the detective’s waist. “Even if it’s not real, I wouldn’t feel comfortable using you like this.”

Ranpo sits back, ass against Poe’s thighs, and ponders for a second. “Well, did you write a more romantic chapter, or page or whatever, in this notebook?”

The moment Poe nods, there is a flash of light, and they land in the real world office of the mansion. 

“You’re such a gentleman,” says Ranpo, leaning on Poe’s shoulder, and Poe can’t tell if he means it as a compliment or not. “Find a chapter that’s romantic enough for you to wanna fuck me, okay?”

Still blushing, Poe nods and thinks for a moment, struggling to get his thoughts together as they swing wildly between horny and anxious. Angling it away from Ranpo, he flicks through his notebook, skimming over the familiar pages until he settles on one.

He smiles and turns the page towards Ranpo, who looks at him for confirmation. “You wanna do this one, yeah?”

Poe nods, butterflies in his stomach, and takes Ranpo’s hand when he extends it. The moment his eyes fall on the page he feels a tingle, and then the light flashes and his eyelids are opening somewhere new, but familiar, a place visited many times in his imagination.

“This is your fantasy, but you’ve taken me somewhere I like!” exclaims Ranpo immediately, his fingers digging into Poe’s palm as he looks around the large, colourful sweet shop.

Poe blinks down at him. “Well, yes? It is a date, after all. I fantasise about making you happy.”

Ranpo groans and stomps his foot. “That’s too nice! I want you to fuck me!”

“I will, but this is romantic and I–”

“You’re blushing,” says Ranpo, cutting him off and poking his red cheek. A pause, and then a smile spreads across his face. “I see!”

Ranpo lets go of Poe’s hand and spins around, scanning the open aisles of the shop (of which they are the only customers). He peruses thoughtfully for a while before grabbing something and ripping the plastic off in one swift motion.

In front of his grinning face, he holds up a lollipop that is very clearly shaped like a detailed penis. Poe’s eyes widen and Ranpo nods gleefully before sticking out his tongue and licking it.

“You always leave clues behind in your writing, did you know that?” He pauses, sucking the tip of the lollipop and enjoying the expression on Poe’s face. “Traces of your subconscious that make their way into the worlds you build. You always have stared a lot when I eat, so this isn’t exactly a surprise.”

He shuts his eyes as he pushes the lollipop into his mouth, sucking and pulling it out, now sticky and wet and connected to his lips with a trail of saliva.

“The sex scene is later,” says Poe, gazing a little deliriously at the wet lollipop and Ranpo’s sticky lips. “We go home after our date, and you kiss me, and it happens from there.”

Ranpo shakes his head, looking very smug. “Nuh-uh. We’re not going anywhere. It’s just as you said, I love it here! And it’s just us, so, let’s make the most of it!”

He sucks the lollipop again, making excessive slurping noises before pulling it out with a pop and holding it towards Poe. “Here, open wide.”

Blushing hard but eager to do as he is told, Poe opens his mouth and extends his tongue a little, watching Ranpo as he steps closer and taps the tip of the lollipop against his tongue, then slides it into his mouth and back out.

Ranpo is grinning the whole time, always happy to be doing what he wants with Poe, and very much enjoying the sight of the taller man obediently accepting the cock-shaped saliva-covered lollipop into his waiting mouth.

He keeps hold of it, sliding it in and out of Poe’s mouth while the strawberry scent envelopes them and the wet sucking sounds fill the deserted sweet shop.

Out of nowhere, he lets go of the stick, and the lollipop falls to the ground, making Poe jump. He stares at it with wide eyes, while Ranpo shrugs.

“I can make a mess, it’s not like anyone’s gotta clean it up. So, what should we play with now?” There is a very mischievous look on his face as he scans the shop.

His face lights up as he spots a set of fridges against one wall, and Poe follows his gaze to see them full of cans of squirty cream. He blushes, barely daring to think about what Ranpo plans to do with them. It’s one thing to fantasise about adventurous scenarios, but actually having Ranpo in front of him makes it a hundred times more intimidating.

Nonetheless, Ranpo is the one moving this along, and he is perpetually unfazed. When the detective meanders towards the fridges, poking at various sweets curiously en route, Poe follows like a lost dog within his own world.

When Ranpo swings the fridge door open, grabs a can of squirty cream, and spins around grinning to face Poe, the latter flinches but stays still, flooded with nervous anticipation.

Time seems to move in slow motion. Poe watches, entranced, as Ranpo opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, giving him a view of the enticing wet pinkness of his mouth. He raises the can and presses his thumb down, squirting a swirl of cream onto his tongue where it sits for a long moment before he retracts his tongue and swallows, then licks his lips with the expression of a satisfied cat.

His eyes are focused on Poe, his intense gaze impossible to ignore. Poe can barely hold eye contact with him for more than a couple of seconds when he is focusing on him like this, and if his blush could have deepened any more, it would have.

Ranpo is studying him so hard it makes his skin tingle. A casual yet intimidating analysis of his body, gaze scanning him up and down all while that cocky smile is plastered across his face.

There is no hiding his erection, Poe is certain of that. Even so, his hands naturally clasp together over it in a weak attempt at maintaining some dignity under the scrutiny. 

It makes Ranpo laugh. “I was about to ask you to take your trousers off, and you’re not even gonna let me look at your dick through them?!”

“I– I am! Just give me a moment to build up to it, okay?” 

Ranpo shrugs and leans back against the fridge. “We’ve got all the time in the world, I guess. Buuuuuut, I’m getting kinda bored.”

One look at Ranpo’s pouting face is enough to make Poe fold. He would endure any level of embarrassment if it got a smile out of that detective, for better or worse.

He unbuttons his fly before he can think too hard about it, then the zip, and then he is holding onto the waistband and very hesitantly sliding his trousers down his legs.

“You’re such a tease,” says Ranpo, and his words make Poe jump and the fright is enough for him to let go of the trousers where they fall past his knees and pool at his feet.

Ranpo is practically bouncing with glee, and his positive reaction relaxes Poe a little. “Are you okay?” he asks reflexively, just to fill the silence, and Ranpo looks at him like he’s stupid.

“What? Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Poe looks puzzled, and then Ranpo tilts his head, and corrects himself. “Oh, you were being nice. I’m having fun! I wanna suck you off now, if that’s okay.”

He shakes the can of squirty cream. “But first, I wanna lick this off you. If that’s also okay.”

Eyes widening and cock throbbing, Poe nods very fast. “If that is okay. I mean, I would very much like that, Ranpo, please.”

Ranpo drops to his knees in a heartbeat, a cushion appearing under them just before they hit the ground. Since when has he been able to control the book-world like that?

Shaking his head slightly, Poe steps out of his trousers and walks the couple of steps to meet Ranpo, who looks up at him wearing an adorable expression of anticipation.

“Those have to come off,” says Ranpo abruptly, jabbing a finger towards Poe’s bulge, which he is eye-level with, staring at its outline through Poe’s boxers.

Before Poe has a chance to respond (he feels like his brain is moving at half-speed), Ranpo has grabbed his hand and is guiding it to his own waistband.

“Here, I’ll even help you!” He says happily, then proceeds to yank Poe’s boxers all the way to his knees, before releasing his hand and tugging them to the floor by himself.

And then, he stares. It makes Poe feel like he’s a statue in an art museum. Ranpo is visibly entranced by him, staring at his cock with hunger in his eyes! He’s practically drooling, and the tip of his tongue pokes out of his lips and passes over them, making them shimmer with saliva.

“Please touch me soon,” Poe mumbles, realises he has spoken aloud, then immediately feels very small and pathetic. He blinks hard, opens his eyes to see Ranpo grinning wide, and wielding the can of whipped cream.

He reaches out and touches Poe’s cock, finally, almost blissfully, even this simple unerotic holding of it as he positions the can over it. The can hisses and cold cream spills along the length of him, and he can almost feel Ranpo’s tongue on him from sheer anticipation. The mere thought is enough to make him shiver.

Ranpo licks his lips and looks up at him. Poe’s view of his detective’s face is obscured by his own cream-covered cock. He half-wishes that Ranpo was naked, but there is something oddly sexy about him doing something so lewd wearing his everyday work clothes. Poe isn’t sure he will be able to visit him at work without becoming ridiculously aroused after this imagining him as his is in this moment, kneeling eagerly before him.

Placing one hand on Poe’s hip, Ranpo leans in, back arching as he smiles up at Poe. He isn’t quite sure, but Poe can almost detect a hint of shyness in him, now, or at least some uncertainty in his bright green eyes as he gazes up at him from the floor.

As Ranpo has done to him many times before, Poe pats him on the head, ruffling his short black hair. “You’re so perfect,” Poe tells him, meaning it wholeheartedly.

Ranpo glides his thumb softly over the bump of Poe’s pelvic bone, gaze shifting to his erection for a moment before returning to meet his eyes. The corner of his mouth twitches, then he seems to change his mind and pouts instead.

Entranced, Poe watches him, almost delirious even with only the tiniest contact merely from the sight of the great detective at his feet like this. With little thought, only that he wants to see his face better, he pushes Ranpo’s hair back from his forehead and holds it, black hair bunched in his hand.

Immediately, Ranpo’s eyes widen and a faint blush becomes visible across his freckled cheeks. He tries to tilt his head away but is held in place by Poe’s grasp of his hair, forced to keep looking up at him.

“Let me go,” he says, wiggling half-heartedly one more time.

Poe blinks down at him. “Do you really want me to?”

After a moment’s pause, Ranpo grunts and rolls his eyes. “Obviously not. Can I have the cream now? It’s gonna run everywhere if I don’t lick it up soon, it’s getting warm from you know, your cock.”

Despite the fairly ridiculous circumstance of being in a sweet shop and looking at Ranpo down past his exposed, whipped cream covered erection, Poe can’t help but enjoy how in control he feels in this moment.

As much as he adores waiting on Ranpo and satisfying his every need, it is abundantly clear that there is something particularly arousing about the flipping of their positions, this manufactured but undeniably satisfying sense of power. 

Nonetheless, Ranpo’s needy expression is incredibly persuasive. Poe loosens his grip enough for him to move though he keeps his hand lightly atop his head, enjoying the touch as well as the silkyness of Ranpo’s lovely black hair, so different in texture to Poe’s own.

Ranpo doesn’t hesitate to lean in, his breath hot on Poe’s cock as he spends a moment eyeing it. His tongue extends slowly, cautiously, and he laps up the side of it, catching the drips of cream and letting them melt into his mouth.

He hums in satisfaction and begins to lap up more, absorbed by the appeal of the sweet treat. Poe watches him through his fringe, wide-eyed and trying very hard to be quiet and not rub his cock against Ranpo’s face while every lick makes him shiver in desperation for more.

The detective appears to be in his element, not making the slightest effort to be quiet as he licks and sucks at every drop of cream, moaning in satisfaction as he works his way around Poe’s cock until every inch is clean of whipped cream.

Poe looks down at him, dazed, and Ranpo tilts his head. “Are you alright?”

Poe nods, his mind foggy and unable to come up with any words on the spot.

“Okay, good. That was delicious! You wrote some really good cream. Anyway, now you’re gonna get your dick sucked by the best detective in the world, so be grateful!” He licks the excess cream off of his lovely pink lips and blinks up at Poe.

For a second, Poe thinks he could genuinely pass out from sheer horniness. “T-That wasn’t it?”

Ranpo gives him a withering look. “Nuh-uh, silly! That was me having a snack in a fun and unusual way. This is me sucking you off!”

He doesn’t hesitate before diving in, forcing Poe to grab a nearby shelf to avoid stumbling back as Ranpo’s lips wrap around his cock eagerly. They moan in sync, Ranpo’s muffled with his mouth stuffed full, as he suckles determinedly at the head of his cock, his deft tongue running across the sensitive skin and sending waves of arousal through him.

It is perhaps the most effort Poe has ever seen Ranpo put into anything. His eyes are pressed shut, concentrating, and he bobs his head and sucks enthusiastically, clearing being ever so careful to keep his teeth from hurting Poe.

Before long, Poe is far past the point of being able to stay quiet, and besides, Ranpo has only reacted positively to every noise that has escaped his lips. The only reason he has managed to hold back his orgasm is by keeping his eyes firmly shut, since one look at Ranpo with his lips wrapped around his throbbing cock would be more than enough to send him over the edge.

Ranpo, being Ranpo, figures this out and pulls away, though not far enough to break the string of saliva connecting his lips to the twitching tip of Poe’s cock. Poe whimpers at the loss of sensation, winding his fingers together behind his back to stop himself replacing it with his own hand.

“You can cum on my face, you know,” says Ranpo straightforwardly, his head tilted to the side and a cute curious expression on his face. He leans forward so that Poe’s cock rests across his cheek, and looks up at him expectantly.

Poe whimpers, concentrating very hard on not cumming. “But what about you? I wanna have sex with you and touch you and see you cum too…”

That makes Ranpo beam, and Poe shudders as he feels the movement against his cock.

“You didn’t figure out my plan! That’s one point to me. Actually, two, because I basically told you earlier but you were too horny to notice.”

“There’s points?” asks Poe deliriously, and Ranpo sticks his tongue out and licks once along the side of his cock, laughing when he shivers and whimpers again.

“Yes, and I’m winning, but the real point is that this is just a warm-up! Now that you’re allllll comfortable letting me do this and making all those cute little noises in front of me, we can fuck in the real world!”

“O-oh…” says Poe, and it comes out as more of a moan than a word. About a thousand scenarios flash through his head, all of them wildly inappropriate (though, he supposes, they are appropriate given that Ranpo has literally asked him to be more open about about sex). “Ranpo, you’re so smart. You’re amazing…”

Ranpo grins and reaches up, his fist closing around the base of Poe’s cock. “I know! So, you get to go back to reality and fuck me once you pass the final test: you’ve gotta cum on my face!”

He doesn’t give Poe a chance to answer, his hand already sliding up and down his length as he finishes his sentence. Poe moans loudly, unable to take his eyes off of Ranpo and his hand stroking him and the cocky expression on his face that makes it clear he knows exactly what he is doing to Poe and how perfect his plan was.

He keeps stroking him, aiming Poe’s cock at his own face and grinning for a second more before opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out and then Poe is clutching a handful of his hair and letting out a weak whimper as he orgasms, his cum dripping down Ranpo’s cheek and off the tip of his nose and over his top lip.

Then everything flashes a bright white, and Poe is blinking his eyes open, and he is at his desk, and Ranpo is beside him with his face clean and beaming.

Ranpo holds out his hand and winks. “You passed! Are you ready to go back to bed?”