Nymph of my mind

Weird 2

Shinichi navigated the halls of the Kudou mansion, on his way to finding Kaito. It didn't take him to long to see Kaito suited on the living room's sofa, slouching. Shinichi looked at him from behind, left angle allowing him just so to make an educated guess of the magician's doings. Kaito was unnervingly quiet, not causing any mischief whose mess Shinichi would be left dealing with, dressed in a green-blue hoody the detective recognised as his, and appeared to be reading something. Upon further inspection, as Shinichi neared himself to the boy, he recognised the book; a burgundy velvet binding with some golden decorations and pages that screamed older than both of them together. That was the book he had been searching for!

Not saying anything, Shinichi walked up to Kaito, presenting himself in the teenager's view. When Kaito looked up, eyebrows lifted up and his facial expression curious, he handed him the photograph which depicted their father's making out. At that, Kaito's inquisitive look changed to that one of perplexion. He continued to stare at the picture, now trying to do so as blankly as possible - reminiscent of his pokerface, but still failing to comprehend the full extend of what was happening - or rather what has happened and what that meant.

Finally, after a long sigh, Kaito looked up to where Shinichi stood, making eye contact with his sweetheart, and said: "Shinichi, what is this?" Rhetorical question, of course; it didn't take a genius to figure out what the picture had captured. The blue-eyed beauty made no verbal response, but his question acted as a sort of cue for Shinichi to throw himself at him, apparently. Not that he minded that.

Shinichi, tried to make himself comfortable on Kaito's lap; he was face to face with the teen, his blue jeans automatically lowering themselves and shirt rising up courtesy of him having his hands around Kaito's shoulders while the other made it a point to hold him by his waist - dragging him closer, still holding onto the photo.  

"You know, our dads are or were definitely more than friends. Our father's used to fuck each other's brains out, or for all we know might still do it occasionally, and now we are doing the same. Imagine if they really are a couple that is no more and we would have to tell them that we are a couple. The son of their ex is the boyfriend of their son. If you ask me, that is kind of a mind fuck." Kaito leaned into a kiss, preventing Shinichi from speaking, though his ability to produce noise was as always there; his Shin-chan was always a loud one, showing his affections easily, blushing adorably whenever he did something remotely intimate.

Not long after, Kaito's dexterous hands began to wander; Shinichi's shirt buttoned open and sliding of the shoulder - on its last legs until he was naked torso up. Not long after that, Kaito was practically dragging any clothes off his love; his boyfriend being way too overdressed in his opinion with clothes he didn't want him to be in - having him bound by ribbons or in a sexy rabbit costume was more appealing to the magician. Or anyone really.

"What do you think, should we recreate The image?", came it from Kaito, surprising the detective even though he should be used to the magician's antics by now. There wasn't much point to argue with him, and a certain body part of his didn't want things to stop, be he was still compelled to point out: " We aren't even in a car, you idiot." He leaned into the taller man, trying to steal another kiss. He succeeded.

Kaito let out a breathy smile. "Nothing that can't be fixed, my dear." He was already making plans; the Kaito Kid mobile would add a dose of fun, but it was much easier and faster to use their regular vehicle. Though, he wasn't sure how comfortable that would be to pull off; the space in the backseat was almost non existent and he sure didn't want any of them hitting their heads. It was a wonder how they didn't do it before, seeing as it was such a popular thing with teens and how they did it in places far more exciting but now that Kaito was trying to figure, he really wasn't sure if that was the best idea. Damn him and his boyfriend for being tall and having a luxury car whose engineers had said fuck it. Kaito Kid car was it then. How were they going to transport it without people noticing, though?

"If you attempt to do that now, you are sleeping on the couch.", was accompanied by a laugh from his boyfriend, noticing how he mentioned nothing about doing it at a later point. Maybe in a week, tomorrow or even just a couple of hours later. Now didn't exclude what was to happen around midnight. "Fine, but you own me one for this." And there wasn't much said anymore, as Kaito latched onto Shinichi's neck; the other one by default throwing his head back, exposing more of the skin and blushing madly, all the way in. It was going to leave a hickey, that inconsiderate bastard. The last time he went to school with one of those they had recess and the questions he got were horrifying.

When things calmed down a bit, Kaito's left hand roaming across the inside of his thigh while his right hand traced patterns and Shinichi's head hurried into his boyfriend's shoulders - and maybe, okay, things haven't really calmed down -, Kaito reminded him that they should be off and about getting dinner. The detective didn't appreciate the comment about his low weight or the poorly hidden insult to his coffee, though. Some people really had the nerve.

"Okay, fine, whatever. But if you try to make a tomato soup then we are going to have sushi tomorrow." That was followed with a scowl from Kaito, who exclaimed: " That's just not fair. You aren't even scared of tomatoes, you even like tomatoes, just not the soup."

The end to that came when Shinichi's lips caught that of Kaito's. The photo long forgotten, somewhere around their general vicinity.