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Kunikida felt as if his sanity were holding on by a frayed thread. Sure, he more or less dragged his longtime friend (and now official partner!) away from Chibi and those mafia women with the intent on ravishing him; that didn't mean he wasn't anxious about finally acting on years' worth of suppressed desires. 

What if he couldn't hold back? What if he accidentally hurt Katai? What if it wasn't what he'd dreamt about for the better part of four years? What if Katai decided he didn't actually want this anymore — want him anymore?

Katai's apartment building came into view and Kunikida tightened his grip on the brunette's wrist, wordlessly encouraging him forward. They climbed the stairs in tandem and Kunikida finally released Katai to let him fumble with his keys. The hacker's hands were shaking. He's probably scared shitless.

Thankfully, it only took one failed attempt before Katai successfully managed to insert the proper key in the lock and the door swung open. He shuffled in, beckoning Kunikida inside as he kicked off his shoes in the genkan. Kunikida followed suit, closing and locking the door behind him. By the time he double checked the lock and dead bolt, Katai had disappeared from his side, having gone deeper into the apartment.

Kunikida took a slow, deep breath in and out. In spite of his previous declaration of ‘wanting to make up for lost time,’ the detective was a pragmatist at his core. He wouldn’t do absolutely anything without Katai’s say-so, especially not after years of foolish miscommunication. Fundamentally, he knew they ought to have a real talk, too, to subvert any other potential misunderstandings. After waiting for this opportunity for what felt like forever, Kunikida wanted to do this right. 

Making his way into the familiar apartment, he found Katai sitting on the couch, fidgeting. He was probably having second thoughts about this all. It was his own fault for coming on too strong. Kunikida approached slowly, as if afraid any sudden movements might spook the brunette like a baby deer.

"You alright?" the detective asked, taking a tentative seat on the opposite end of the couch.

Katai hummed a sound to the affirmative. "Just thinking."

"About?"

The silence that stretched between them felt stifling. Katai could be thinking about any number of things, each more unnerving than the last to the blonde. Maybe he was embarrassed by Kunikida’s declaration in front of Atsushi and two near strangers. Maybe he was questioning his attraction to someone that didn’t even realize they weren’t together to begin with. Thankfully, before Kunikida's thoughts could carry too far, Katai spoke up again.

"I'm sorry."

The words cut through the blonde's heart like a knife. He was sorry? Sorry for what??

"No, Katai please," started Kunikida. "If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you. You haven’t done anythi-"

"I'm sorry for being oblivious for the better part of four years," Katai cut him off, wringing his hands. "I'm sorry that I didn't see how you saw me, it’s all so obvious in retrospect. I'm sorry that I never thought to ask for clarification. And I'm sorry that I deprived us of years of being a couple because of my stupidity."

Kunikida couldn't help himself. He scooted across the middle cushion to move closer to the shorter man, gently reaching out to cup his cheek. Tilting Katai’s face up to look him in the eyes, he saw tears glistening beneath those circular glasses. The sight made Kunikida's chest clench.

"You have nothing to apologize for," he affirmed. "And if you’re stupid, then so am I. I'm just as much at fault as you are for not communicating openly the way we both needed. But I promise that from now on, I'm going to be transparent with you about everything I'm feeling."

A hot droplet hit Kunikida's palm as a traitorous teardrop slid down Katai's cheek. 

"I promise you the same, Doppo," Katai said, voice shaky from holding back crying. 

Kunikida gave him a soft smile and swiped the moisture away with the pad of his thumb. "Then we're going to start now. Are you okay?"

The brunette nodded and bit his lips. 

“Do you promise?”

Katai hesitated before nodding again, bottom lip now quivering.

"Would you like me to hold you?" asked Kunikida softly, extending his arms out for a tentative hug.

Instead of a verbal reply, Katai, in a surprising move, rose up on his knees to straddle Kunikida, looping his arms tightly around the blonde man's neck. Kunikida's arms immediately wrapped around Katai — one hand going to the small of his back and the other to the crown of his head, gently carding through soft brown locks.

Like a dam had finally broken, Katai dropped his forehead to Kunikida's shoulder and began to cry. A lump welled up in the detective's throat as he rubbed soothing circles on the other man's back, holding him close and letting him get it all out. He felt a wet spot starting to form on his shirt, but that was the furthest thing from his mind to worry about. It hurt his heart to hear his oldest friend and long-time love cry, but he knew that a lot had just happened in a very short period of time. So many feelings and confessions came to light. He'd be Katai's rock and comfort for as long as he needed it. 

Hopefully forever, if he’d have him. 

After what could have been minutes or hours, the brunette's cries quieted down to soft whimpers, and then silence once his breathing leveled back out. Kunikida gave a reassuring squeeze to the man in his lap, using his leverage on Katai's back and head to bring him closer to himself. He felt the hacker's arms tighten in turn around him before slackening again. 

"Do you feel a bit better, love?" Kunikida asked, gingerly moving his arms to let Katai sit back up properly. 

Katai slowly shifted so he could look at Kunikida properly again. Those chocolate brown eyes the detective fell in love with were red-rimmed and watery, but the adoration that swam in them was unmistakable. 

"Yeah...much better," the brunette exhaled. His eyes flitted down and away from Kunikida's for a moment and he bit his lower lip again. He really had no idea how adorable he was. 

"If you keep doing that, you'll tempt me to do the same," chuckled Kunikida good-naturedly, a lopsided smile dancing across his lips. 

Katai stiffened in his lap. The detective felt his stomach drop to his feet and his thoughts started to spiral. Of course he wouldn't be open to that, idiot! He just cried his eyes out in front of you and you're joking about kissing him! Again, just before Kunikida's thoughts could spiral out of control, Katai broke the silence.

"Then do it," he said in a small voice. 

That definitely brought his thoughts to a screeching halt.

"You- what?"

Katai's mouth curled into a tiny smirk and he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"If you want to bite my lip so bad, then do it, Doppo. Please."

Who was Kunikida to deny his love any longer than he already had? But was Katai just suggesting that because of his earlier statement about making up for lost time?

Gently, the blonde cupped Katai’s face in his hand again, searching his face for signs of hesitation or fear. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. “We really don’t have to do anything today if you’re not comfortable or ready for it.”

That made the brunette chuckle softly. “Would it really be so bad to kiss me after we’ve both waited so long for it?”

“I suppose not, but that still doesn’t mean —”

Kunikida’s sentence was cut off abruptly by the feeling of soft lips against his own. It only took a moment before the detective’s eyes fluttered shut, drawing his partner’s face closer and kissing him back. Long, lithe fingers tangled into Katai’s hair, stroking gently as he tilted his head for a better angle. Their glasses clinked against each other and the noise made them jump apart in shock. 

“Heh…guess neither of us could see that one coming,” joked Kunikida. The observation drew a scoff from the man on his lap, who removed his own glasses and folded them neatly on the cushion beside them.

“You’re such an idiot,” Katai remarked, a silly grin splitting his face. “But you’re my idiot.”

Possessiveness crept into Kunikida’s chest and he couldn’t stifle a groan at the brunette’s words.

“Damn right I’m yours. And you’re mine.” 

He drew Katai in for another kiss, this time making good on the promise to bite the brunette’s lower lip. The older man gasped at the action, giving Kunikida access to tease his tongue against the seam of Katai’s lips. While he’d done research on the act of French kissing before, theory and practice were two different things, and he worried that Katai wouldn’t find it appealing. His worries were unfounded, however, when he felt the hacker’s hands fist into the front of his shirt and pull him impossibly closer, meeting Kunikida’s tongue with his own. 

Four years. Four years Kunikida waited for the chance to kiss the man he loved, and it was well worth every second of waiting. Their give and take was something borne of pure instinct. It was messy and barely coordinated, but it was so perfectly them. Only two people who’ve known each other so well that their minute intakes of breath and flexing of hands somehow conveyed things that words never could. 

Kunikida wrapped an arm around the small of Katai’s back to draw him closer, and the brunette man surprised him yet again by rolling his hips forward with the movement. The friction made Kunikida subconsciously tip his head back, breaking their kiss and letting out a shuddering moan. He was hard…when did that happen?! Not only was he hard, but he felt the unmistakable shape of Katai’s own erection with each minute shift of his hips. 

“We…we don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to,” breathed Kunikida. 

“What if I told you I want to?” The sheepishness in Katai’s voice was betrayed by the unfiltered desire in his eyes. “Would you have me, Doppo?”

“Yes.” 

Kunikida’s answer came almost before the brunette could finish his question. He felt his face burn with embarrassment at his eagerness, but thankfully, Katai didn’t tease him for it. Instead, he rose back to his feet and gently directed Kunikida to reorient on the couch. This time, rather than leaning against the plush back of the sofa, Kunikida was laying horizontally, legs spread across the cushions and his shoulderblades against the armrest. 

“Is that okay?” asked Katai, a flush on the apples of his own cheeks.

The blonde huffed out an amused breath through his nose and reached for the glasses Katai left on the couch. Passing them over so they could be safely deposited on the coffee table, Kunikida reached for his boyfriend again, pulling him down to sit back on his lap. Katai acquiesced readily, straddling the taller man and molding the front of his body to Kunikida’s. With each new point of contact, Kunikida felt his mind spin all that much more, and he couldn’t stop his hands from roaming.

“More than okay,” he affirmed.

Kunikida moved his hands to Katai’s waist and gently squeezed, relishing in the tiny moan that left the brunette along with the aborted jerk of his hips. The blonde could barely bite down a groan of his own, the combined weight of his partner and the friction making him delirious already. And when their mouths reconnected, it felt like he was home. 

For not having kissed Katai before earlier that day, with each new press of their lips, Kunikida regretted not having had the sense to do it sooner. What started out as exploratory and gentle quickly morphed back into something more hungry and heated. Hands began roving back over bodies and little sounds of pleasure escaped both men, only to be greedily swallowed down by the other.

When Katai started rolling his hips again, the blonde couldn't suppress another groan at the sensation. The friction, combined with his partner's weight atop him and the way Katai seemed to encompass every single one of his senses, was intoxicating. Arousal flooded through his blood like lava, swirling and pooling behind his navel as his cock strained against the confines of his pants.

Kunikida moved both of his hands to the brunette's waist, digging his fingers into the softness there and shifting his hips up to meet Katai's next grind downwards. The extra pressure and friction triggered another moan from them both, with Kunikida breaking their kiss to let his head fall back against the couch's armrest.

"Fuck."

"Ha…same here," panted Katai around a laugh, bracing his hands more surely on the blonde's shoulders. "You good?"

"More than." The detective flexed his fingers at the other man's waist, relishing in the keening sound it drew out. "You?"

Katai smiled down at him, eyes crinkling. "I'm amazing."

"Yeah you are," Kunikida grinned back. His smile widened at the pinkening of his partner's cheeks before he leaned forward again, recapturing Katai's lips in another kiss.

It didn't take long of them making out and continuing to grind on each other like horny teenagers before Kunikida felt the knot of arousal in his gut tighten to a near dangerous degree. Part of him knew that he should really ask Katai to stop, lest he finish prematurely. But after a particularly delicious slow grind of the older man's clothed cock against his own, all logic and reason flew out the window.

Both of Kunikida's hands migrated to Katai's ass, kneading into the supple flesh and pressing his weight further onto his lap. The brunette took the nonverbal cue, digging his own fingers harder into the detective's shoulders and circling his hips. Katai broke from their kiss to let his head tip backwards on a shuddering moan, and the sight of the older man so shamelessly submitting to the pleasure that he was giving was all it took for that band inside of Kunikida to snap.

White flashed across the blonde's vision as a groan fought its way out of his chest. All of the thoughts in his head were effectively silenced as pleasure swept through every corner of his mind. Kunikida vaguely registered the back of his head hitting the armrest again and the man on his lap slowing his pace to a halt, gingerly loosening his hold on the taller man's shoulders.

"Doppo…? Are you alright?"

God, he was adorable…

A dopey smile danced across the detective's lips as the pleasurable haze in his body slowly dissipated. His vision came back into focus and he locked eyes with Katai, warmth and worry swirling in equal measure within those chocolate-colored depths.

"I'm amazing," he said, mirroring the hacker's earlier statement. Kunikida let out a shaky chuckle. "Did we really just do that?"

Katai joined in on the blonde's laughter. "You mean dry hump each other on my couch like teenage boys? Yes, Doppo, we did do that." The mirth on his face shifted into realization, eyes getting wide. "Wait a minute, did you…I mean, did I—?"

Kunikida shot an embarrassed smile up at the other man, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah…" he admitted, realizing what the other man was asking of him. "I'm sorry about that, I know you probably wanted to do more —"

"Don't be sorry! I'm actually rather flattered that that's all it took…" The brunette averted his eyes, his sentence trailing off as another flush colored his cheeks. He reached for his glasses on the coffee table, but before he could put them back on, Kunikida gently caught the other man's wrist in his hand.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Katai…"

"Doppo…"

Kunikida sighed and shook his head. He knew he could be obtuse sometimes, but God help him, his partner could be just as bad. No wonder they existed in that state of limbo for the last few years. The detective lifted his hips with purpose, holding back a wince at the feeling of drying cum in his pants and relishing in the little squeak that Katai let out.

"You're still hard."

"And?"

"I can't tell if you're being dense on purpose."

Katai gently shook the blonde's hand away and set his glasses back onto his nose. "You don't have to do anything for me, Doppo, I promise. Really it was enough for me to know that I could get you off."

"Be that as it may," started Kunikida, moving his hands back to the brunette's waist. "I want to do it." He slowly lifted Katai off of his lap, setting him gently down so that the other man's back rested against the opposite end of the couch before sitting up on his knees. "Won't you let me?"

Big brown eyes blinked up at Kunikida. While there was definitely arousal swirling in those depths, there also seemed to be some lingering hesitation. Katai seemed to be turning the idea over in his head as he appraised his partner, but the longer the silence between them stretched, the more uneasy the detective felt. He wanted the opportunity to do for Katai what he'd done for him, but if Katai wasn't ready for that, he wouldn't press. Right about when Kunikida decided he'd drop the matter, the brunette spoke up.

"Please?" he asked in a tiny voice.

Something akin to possessive pride surged through the blonde.

"Please what, love?"

"Now who's being purposefully dense?"

"Maybe I just want to hear you say it," Kunikida teased around a grin. "And we did just promise each other to be more open with our communication, didn't we?"

Katai blew out a huff of a breath that made the fringe on his forehead flutter. "Please would you get me off, too, Doppo?"

Kunikida leaned forward and kissed the older man again, not needing any further prompting. Katai melted into the kiss, eagerly parting his lips to allow the blonde to lick back into his mouth. God, he didn't think he could tire of kissing Katai. Without separating their lips, Kunikida moved one of his hands from its place on the brunette's waist, palming down his thigh and slowly trailing it towards the insistent tenting still at the front of Katai's pants.

A sharp intake of breath through his nose was the only reaction the detective got in reply. Rather than blindly fumble against the constraints, Kunikida shifted his other hand to meet the first. Both of his hands worked in tandem to untie the knot at the front of Katai's loose-fitting pants. Once he managed to loosen the tie, the blonde broke their kiss to slowly trail pecks along Katai's cheek and down to his neck, letting his instinct guide him. He gently rubbed his palm over the older man's erection and felt his own spent dick stir with interest at the shuddering exhale that Katai let out.

"Still okay?" asked Kunikida.

"God, yes," Katai panted in return. "Please, I want to feel you…" He moved his own hands to the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting his ass off the couch to help the blonde shimmy the offending clothing down his hips.

Kunikida paused his kissing to better see what they were doing. Between the two of them, it was a matter of moments before Katai was exposed from the waist down. The detective felt a blush rise to his face and his cock twitch again at the sight. Part of him wanted to be embarrassed, seeing his long-term friend in such a vulnerable state after knowing him for over a decade at this point; a bigger part of him, though, felt a thrill at knowing that he was the reason that Katai was so turned on.

"Is…is it okay?" the brunette's voice broke Kunikida from his almost trance. He must have been staring. Blinking, the blonde refocused his attention on his partner's face, giving him a gentle smile.

"You're beautiful," answered Kunikida honestly. He felt his smile grow at the pretty blush that deepened across Katai's cheeks and he hesitantly reached for the other man's erection. "You still want to?"

After receiving an insistent nod in reply, Kunikida very gently closed his hand around Katai's dick. The brunette's eyes fluttered shut around a moan. Encouraged, Kunikida used his thumb to swipe at some of the precum leaking from the tip, using it to lubricate his first pump of Katai's dick. Katai let out another whine, and in a surprising twist, the ceilings lights flickered briefly.

That's right…Katai's ability allowed him to manipulate electronics within his line of sight…and he probably had passive control over everything in his home. With his eyes closed and his focus compromised, that's probably what made the lights flicker. A mischievous grin rose to Kunikida's lips. If just touching him like this made that happen, what would happen if and when they did more..?

Filing away that thought for another day, the blonde focused back on the matter at hand. He created a slow rhythm of stroking Katai's erection, taking his time to stimulate the whole of it with each pass. Kunikida was rewarded with a fuller-bodied moan and Katai's hips jerking in an aborted thrust up into his fist. Emboldened by his partner's reactions, Kunikida moved his lips back to the older man's neck and resumed his teasing path of kisses. The resulting flashes of light behind his closed eyes made him smirk again — Katai was slowly but surely losing himself to pleasure.

Kunikida continued his ministrations, basking in every last little sound and reaction. He was the reason Katai was falling apart. Him! He felt his own dick begin to strain against his pants again, but he pushed that to the back of his mind, solely focused on pushing the brunette to his peak. It didn't seem to take hardly any time at all before Katai began squirming, as if to try and get away from Kunikida.

"Nggh, Doppo…" he panted through uneven breaths. "Close…please…"

The blonde acquiesced readily, shifting to crash his lips back against his lover's. Katai let out a muffled noise of surprise against Kunikida's mouth before moaning into it, throwing both of his arms around the detective's neck to pull him closer. Kunikida's hand never ceased its movements and he began twisting his wrist with each upstroke, gripping the older man's cock the slightest bit firmer for just that much tighter of a channel for him to fuck up into.

As the pace got faster and more fervent, the lights began to flicker more violently; bright, sudden flashes reminiscent of his earlier orgasm danced across Kunikida's closed eyelids. Their kisses grew sloppier, becoming less actual kissing and more breathing each others' air with Katai's moans and gasps rising in pitch and volume.

"You're so fucking hot," breathed Kunikida.

His eyes shot open in shock, realizing at the last moment that he verbalized that instead of just thinking it. Before he could overthink it, though, that seemed to be the last nudge that Katai needed. Kunikida watched as the brunette's eyes scrunched shut tightly, mouth agape in the most sinful 'O' shape around a silent scream as he spilled over the detective's hand. At almost the exact same moment, a loud popping noise could be heard, and the room got aburptly dark as the lights finally seemed to give out with Katai's peak.

Kunikida slowed his hand to work his partner through the rest of his orgasm, only fully stopping when Katai let out a pitiful sounding whine at the oversensitivity. For a long moment, the two men just sat in the darkness, each panting to catch their breath. The only light came through as pinpricks in the window from the streetlamps down below. Finally, Katai was the one to break the comfortable silence.

"Hey, Doppo?"

"Yes, Katai?"

"Did we really just do that…?"

The blonde couldn't help but let out a snort at the repetition of his own earlier question. This in turn triggered a fit of giggles out of Katai, too, and the pair devolved into full-bodied laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Kunikida felt his heart swell — he could have had this so much sooner, but God, was it well worth the wait to even have it at all.

"Yeah," he affirmed, leaning forward to gently knock his forehead against his boyfriend's. "We did. Thank you."

Kunikida felt Katai's head cock slightly against his own.

"Why are you thanking me?"

"For never giving up on me. For giving me the chance to love you the way you've loved me all this time."

Katai let out a soft sigh and, after a moment, Kunikida felt his lips pressing against his own again in a tender kiss.

"Well then thank you, Doppo, for always being my someone to love," he replied, smiling against the blonde's mouth before pulling back. "Now, what do you say about cleaning up and going back to my futon to sleep?"

The detective's mouth curved into what felt like his umpteenth smile of the night.

"I think I'd love nothing more."