Shinichi was not going to lie, there was something inexplicably hot about making out with Kaito after he found out that he was part french, not that it was not hot before. The magician's attractiveness just rose up like a rocket - he wasn't a 37 anymore on a scale of attractiveness from one to ten, be was a solid 53.
He just got the damn urge to fuck the guy into oblivion right away; he had that urge for a while before he met the guy's paternal grandfather, but after that the urge multiplied. And no, that was so not weird. But it could, hypothetically, possibly, maybe, be some weird Freudian things that made it happen. As it was, Shinichi didn't care. All he had in his mind was those lips and the hands roaming his (very naked) body. That was why he still had casual sex with him even though they long ago figured that they found never work out - despite the mutual attraction, they did not get along very well. Unless they were doing it, then neither if then cared about the personally of the other, and just let themselves enjoy. Not to mention that Kaito was the best sex he ever had.
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Nymph of my mind
FanfictionBecause Kaito and Shinichi were meant to be together and indulge in sometimes weird, sometimes cute things.
