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Lately Ranpo had been finishing every case that came his way within minutes, and he was getting bored with everything. Nothing could pique his interest or keep him entertained, not even sweets were keeping him happy anymore. He was becoming more and more understimulated day after day, constantly needing to chew on something and play games to keep himself stable. Poe had been locking himself in his bedroom to finish writing his newest novel, and Ranpo was getting impatient. He decided to call Poe and ask if he could come over, and Poe could rarely say no to him. So within the next hour, Ranpo was walking through the lavish hallways that welcomed him so warmly despite seeming so cold and distancing to anyone else who may waltz through the author's abode.
Poe was sitting quietly and nearly perfectly still except for his wrist moving to write. Classical music was filling the room to enhance his focus, so he couldn't hear it when Ranpo opened the door. Usually Ranpo would loudly announce his arrival, but today he was feeling more mischievous. He walked up behind Poe, leaning over to watch each word inked into the paper. He knew Poe hated it when people watched him write, he found it extremely embarrassing, but Ranpo loved to watch, and more than that he loved to see Poe's flustered reactions.
They had been dating for a few months now, Ranpo could see right through Poe's thoughts and actions and eventually asked if Poe wanted him to use his Ultra Deduction on him. Poe agreed, wanting to marvel at the ability and shower Ranpo with praise, while also wanting to know what Ranpo could tell about him. He was nervous, but extremely excited. Ranpo read Poe to filth, citing all the author's antics and how much of a hopeless romantic he was, rambling on to see Poe's face get redder and redder until he could end it with the perfect conclusion. Poe was in love with Ranpo, and Ranpo knew how much he was admired, and he had gotten tired of waiting for Poe to make the first move. So at the end of his conclusion when he stated that Poe wanted to be his lover, he simply stated that he accepted. Poe was a mess at that point, asking how long Ranpo knew and if he was really sure that he wanted to date him, so Ranpo smirked and asked if Poe doubted him and his ability. From then on, they were lovers, and they were both happier than ever.
Now that time had passed, they had become more comfortable with each other and with their flowering relationship. Poe finally had someone who would listen to everything he said, and Ranpo finally had someone who would give him whatever he wanted. Poe loved to shower Ranpo with praise, and Ranpo loved to smother Poe with affection. They knew each other's comfort zones and boundaries, and worked hard to always make sure the other was happy.
Today however, Ranpo decided to test his limits. He was extremely bored, and Poe was the perfect entertainment.
Poe was still oblivious to his presence, and Ranpo was scheming. He had run out of snacks on the way there, and his mouth was feeling achingly empty. He wondered what reactions he could possibly elicit from Poe, and all the mischief he could get himself into.
Ranpo had devised a plan, and now it was time to execute it. As the music reached a crescendo he laid on his back and slowly slid himself under Poe's chair, his head emerging between his feet. Poe still hadn't noticed, he was absolutely entranced by his own work, so when he felt two hands trailing up his legs he yelped and threw his pen across the room.
"R-Ranpo! Oh dear!! You've frightened me!"
"You work too hard Poe! Weren't you waiting for me? I told you I was coming over!"
"Well, yes, but I was trying to finish up this chapter, and I didn't expect you to be here so soon.."
"You can keep writing if you want~ Don't let me distract you! Plus, it's not like I'm actually watching you write from here since I can't see what you're writing!"
"Ranpo.. I don't mind taking a break to spend some time with you, I was just caught off guard that's all!"
"Poe I said don't let me distract you!"
Ranpo scooted across the room to retrieve the pen and return to his prior position, handing it back to Poe and flashing him a cheeky smile. Poe's face was a mesh of emotions, but he sighed as the pen was back in his hands. Poe knew he wanted to make the detective happy, so he hesitantly started writing again. As soon as his wrist was busy and his eyes were focused on the page again, Ranpo was trailing his hands up his legs once more. Poe wouldn't protest, though he would silently wonder to himself what Ranpo was doing. There were some things he would never understand about the detective, but that was okay with him.
Ranpo grabbed onto his legs and pulled himself up to sit with his head between Poe's legs. He had trailed his hands all the way from the author's ankles to his thighs, and now he was grabbing the hand that wasn't writing. Ranpo pulled the hand down, seemingly to hold or at least that's what Poe thought. He caressed and massaged, smirking to himself as he pulled up the busy man's sleeve. He kissed his fingers, the top of his hand and his palm, and all around his wrist. Poe was letting his guard down, and Ranpo was sure to take advantage of that once more. He kissed up his forearm, before finding the perfect place.
Then without hesitation, Ranpo bit him.
Poe was startled, and gasped at the pain. He was already so relaxed and focused on his writing and enjoying the affectionate kisses that the bite snapped him right out of it.
"Ranpo! You're biting me? Why? Do you need more from me? Perhaps I could-"
"Poe! What did I say?"
"You said don't let you distract me?"
"Correct!"
"Dear.. are you-"
"Focus!"
Poe sighed and hesitantly went back to writing, and Ranpo went back to trailing kisses down his arm and back to his hand. As soon as Poe was relaxed again Ranpo would wrap his mouth around another spot on his arm, this time licking and sucking before biting. Poe furrowed his eyebrows at the pain but couldn't help but to pay attention to the feeling of Ranpo's soft lips and the way his tongue was tracing circles into his skin. He sighed and tried to focus, tried not to get distracted, and tried to do what Ranpo wanted. He couldn't help but wonder what it was Ranpo actually wanted though, since the detective was always a master at mind games. Was this just another game to him? If so, what was the end goal? What did he want?
Ranpo had become satisfied with the new mark he had made, and kissed a trail back down to Poe's hand. A few kisses lingering longer than the others, more sensual than Poe could make any sense of in the moment. That is until Ranpo sucked his pointer and middle finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around as if he tasted a lollipop.
Poe was finally catching on, there were some things that were hard to misinterpret, and this single action had cleared up his confusion. He smiled softly to himself, before thrusting his fingers deeper into Ranpo's mouth and absent-mindedly writing.
Ranpo moaned at the sudden action, he was expecting Poe to just allow him to do whatever he wanted. He wasn't expecting Poe to move of his own accord, nor was he expecting the way his fingers would squeeze and massage his tongue. The way the tips of Poe's fingers would glide over his tongue until they couldn't go any farther, making Ranpo drool and moan. He was starting to feel sated, but not at all satisfied.
Poe was very distracted, it was hard to ignore such a pretty sight before him. Those soft lips and warm tongue were hard not to imagine around his own cock. His pants were becoming tighter and more strained by the second, and even though he wasn't writing anymore Ranpo hadn't seemed to notice. He set the pen down silently, watching Ranpo bob his head with his eyes closed. Poe wouldn't let all that effort be wasted on his fingers, so he reached down with his writing hand and quietly unzipped his pants. Ranpo was so lost in the motions he wasn't paying attention to what Poe was doing with anything other than the fingers thrusting into his mouth and playing with his tongue. Poe had freed his boner from its restrictive cage, and Ranpo was none the wiser. He curled his fingers, locking them around his teeth and pulling so that Ranpo would be forced to come closer. When this happened, Ranpo opened his eyes in confusion and was met with a very clear answer. Poe's cock was inches away from his face, and he was already sucking so sweetly.
Poe smiled down at him, watching as more drool slipped out of his mouth at the sight in front of him. Then he pulled his fingers out and placed his palms on the sides of Ranpo's face, caressing softly before pulling him down into place. Ranpo didn't protest at all, and eagerly went back to sucking, yet this time on something much bigger.
Ranpo was an expert with his mouth, he had an oral fixation and never stopped improving. Each time was somehow better than the last, as if he was training to be tested one day. His tongue swirled around and wrapped itself around Poe's cock as much as possible. Ranpo was eager to please, he was a slut for praise, and Poe loved that about him. Ranpo had already been quite a bad boy though, so Poe was inclined to take his frustration out on him. Ranpo was smart enough to know this might happen, and Poe knew that he would tap out at any time if he needed.
Poe's hands moved to press on the sides of Ranpo's face, forcing his jaw to open and stay just like that for him. As soon as his grip was secure, he pulled Ranpo's head down onto his cock as he thrust into his mouth harshly. Ranpo moaned, and that was his greenlight.
Ranpo was breathing calmly through his nose out of experience, and trying to be good and suppress his gag reflex. He had learned how to keep his cool, and he was determined to make the best use of his skills.
Poe was pulling and pushing his head as if he were just a toy, thrusting harshly and so deep like he didn't care if Ranpo could breathe or not. Ranpo was still moaning despite the intensity of getting face fucked so violently. He couldn't move his jaw at all, all he could do was take it and try to keep breathing. With each thrust Poe could feel his tongue getting sloppier, and his throat slowly tightening around his cock.
Ranpo couldn't keep up with the pace anymore, he couldn't time his breaths with how fast Poe was pounding into the back of his throat. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't close his jaw. His hands reached up to grab onto Poe's wrists, trying to get a second to breathe, but Poe didn't slow down at all. His gag reflex was triggered and if Poe wasn't prying his jaw wide open he probably would've bitten down. Tears sprang to his eyes as his stomach flipped. He was becoming lightheaded and all the blood in his body was throbbing in his dick.
Poe was so close already, with his ruthless pace and Ranpo's perfect mouth it didn't take long. He felt as Ranpo gagged and choked on his cock, and he watched as tears began to fall down his face. With the sounds Ranpo was making and that beautiful expression on his face, he was being sent over the edge. Ranpo was a lovely mess, and every sound he made was music to Poe's ears. Ranpo gagged again and sobbed around his cock, and the motions of it sent the pleasure straight from his core into overdrive. He came hard, pulling Ranpo's head down as far as it could go while he shot his cum directly into the back of his throat. His head fell back as his body twitched, and he pulled Ranpo's head up to kiss him.
Ranpo was relieved to breathe again, as Poe was cumming down his throat he was sure if he stayed there any longer he would've passed out. He panted and stumbled into Poe's lap as he was pulled up for a kiss. Wondering to himself if Poe liked the taste of his own cum, he moaned into the passionate kiss. He could feel how hard he was as the lightheadedness slightly faded away, and all he could do was whine as Poe pulled away from the kiss.
Poe knew that whine all too well, he knew Ranpo's mouth needed to be occupied. He pulled the detective back into another kiss while his hand fumbled through a special drawer in his desk. Poe was quite used to Ranpo's antics by now, and he had learned to be prepared to make him happy at all times. He grabbed Ranpo's favorite ballgag, and pulled it up into place as he pulled away from the kiss. His mouth being replaced by the gag almost instantaneously, and his hands fastening it behind Ranpo's head securely.
Ranpo would pout if he could, but he was all too happy to slide his tongue over the gag and get lost in the feeling of it. He was snapped out of his momentary daze by a question he could have deemed to be rhetorical.
"Would you like to cockwarm me while I continue writing?" Poe asked sweetly, a smile on his face that said he already knew the answer. Ranpo nodded quickly and grasped at Poe's shirt in desperation. Poe laughed and scooted his chair back to help Ranpo undress as much as needed. Poe loved to see every inch of Ranpo, but he didn't want him to get cold. Ranpo was left with only his white button down shirt and thigh high socks that only Poe ever got to see. His dick was so hard it was already leaking precum, and Poe hadn't even touched him yet.
Poe scooted his chair forward again, and pulled Ranpo into his lap. His hand fumbled through the drawer again to pull out a bottle of lube, and unbeknownst to Ranpo a silk blindfold and metal cockring.
"Do you need to be spread out?" Poe asked considerately, yet not surprised when Ranpo shook his head no. Of course, Ranpo liked to be prepared for everything. He probably stretched himself out beforehand or was horny enough to not need it that badly. Perhaps he just wanted to feel the stretch, but either way Poe wasn't pressed to ask why.
"I want to keep my hands clean so I can keep writing okay? Why don't you be a good boy for me and use the lube to get comfortable?"
Ranpo was determined to be a good boy, those two words echoed in his mind as the lube was handed to him. He squirted the perfect amount onto his hand, and coated Poe's cock. He wiped what was left on his hand onto his thigh highs before grabbing Poe's shoulders to steady himself as he sat down. He took a deep breath in as he felt Poe pressing against his entrance, and he closed his eyes as he sank down slowly. He could feel Poe's cock throbbing inside of him, and the stretch felt good.
Poe was delighted to feel himself enveloped in Ranpo's perfect warmth, and he couldn't help but smile every time the detective would squirm or clench his muscles. He reached out for the blindfold and tied it onto Ranpo with ease. Poe couldn't help but notice the way Ranpo's dick twitched once he was blindfolded, he knew he loved it but that was only more of a confirmation if he ever needed one. He would save the cockring as a special surprise, just to make it all more intense for his precious lover.
"Be a good boy for me my dear, I still have quite a lot of work to do and I don't need any distractions. You can be good for me, right darling? You're already doing so well.."
Ranpo's senses were being sent into overdrive, usually being gagged made him needy but being blindfolded multiplied every sensation tenfold. He wrapped his arms around Poe's waist and rested his head on his shoulder, trying not to squirm as he felt his throbbing dick brush against fabric. He felt Poe settle back into his writing, his arm moving slightly as he wrote.
Poe's other arm was wrapped around Ranpo's back and grabbing ahold of his waist, and as he finished writing a sentence he used his grip to pull out and thrust in slowly. A single thrust, hardly enough stimulation to provide pleasure, but just enough to drive Ranpo wild.
Ranpo wanted more, needed more, but he also wanted to be good. He felt Poe writing again, and thrust again at the end of the sentence. Each thrust was like a period, and while Ranpo could dwell on the potential hidden meanings, he wanted to feel more. His hands were gripping at Poe's clothes as if he would drown if he let go, and his breathing was already erratic. As he felt Poe's arm slow again, he readied himself to roll his hips into the thrust.
Poe felt the way his clothes were being pulled at, the way Ranpo was practically shaking on top of him. He pulled out a little bit more, and thrust back in deeper. Not only had he thrusted deeper, but he felt Ranpos hips roll into it. He smiled to himself, writing another sentence before doing the same, feeling as Ranpo was determined to get as much pleasure as possible. That sweet desperation was starting to set in now, and Poe had him right where he wanted him.
Ranpo let a whine escape his throat and impatiently waited for the next thrust, but he couldn't help but to wiggle down onto Poe's cock as much as he could. He felt Poe's arm slow to a stop again, and prepared himself to take whatever he could in that single thrust. This time Poe's hand tightened around his waist, and pulled him down harshly. He felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body as his prostate was hit, and he moaned and whimpered through the ballgag. Pathetically trying to wiggle more as Poe's arm held him down into place. It was clear he wasn't going to move unless Poe wanted him to. His dick throbbed and before he could reach down to touch himself Poe thrust into his prostate again, making him cling and cry out in pleasure.
Poe didn't have much left to write, he was almost done with this chapter and he was enjoying every single sentence. Focusing on writing was helping him curve being overestimated from his last orgasm, and Ranpo's pretty sounds were helping him soar past any writer's block he may have had before. He could feel the way Ranpo was squirming and shaking, and he knew it was the perfect time to put the final piece in place. He set his pen down only to grab the cockring and slide it onto Ranpo's neglected dick. The gasps and whines of protest were music to his ears, but that protesting all subsided when he gently stroked over and above the ring. Ranpo had been leaking precum for awhile now, and it had left a pretty trail all the way down to his balls. Poe wanted to keep his hands as clean as possible, but would just have to settle for further dirtying those lovely thigh highs.
Ranpo knew he was in for it now, and he couldn't even beg to cum. He would just have to take whatever Poe would give him, and be good . He wiggled his hips and rolled them down, fucking himself onto Poe's cock and surprised when he wasn't met with any resistance.
"Go ahead dear, you aren't distracting me." Poe said in a voice so soft it could almost be a whisper, he wanted to see just how desperate Ranpo was for stimulation.
Ranpo was torn between two choices, he thought he was supposed to be staying still to be good, but he wanted to fuck himself onto Poe's cock so bad. Yet here Poe was telling him to go ahead, using his own words against him. Distracting? Oh he would be distracting soon enough. He felt his brattiness surge up again in the back of his mind as the heat in his core pulsed. He knew he wouldn't be able to cum, but he could still feel good.
Poe was writing so freely now, and he wasn't stopping at the end of each sentence to give Ranpo any extra attention. He was focused, and if Ranpo wanted his attention, he would have to earn it. He had all the patience in the world, and seemingly all the patience between the two of them as well. He felt Ranpo wiggle and struggle with his own internal battle, but that didn’t concern him at all.
Ranpo whimpered as he felt his dick twitch inside the ring, shivering as he felt the tip brush against fabric again. He already had permission, so why was he hesitating? Perhaps he just wanted Poe to keep thrusting into him, and that it wasn't the same this way. Either way, he needed more. His arms braced themselves around Poe's shoulders as he slowly lifted himself up and sank back down.
"Good boy.." Poe smiled as he finally gave into his desires. He knew that praise would motivate Ranpo to keep going so he could keep working, and that it would erase all doubts in that pretty boy's head.
Ranpo moaned as he heard those wonderful two words grace his ears, and he couldn't help but to savor the tone in his voice. He started fucking himself on Poe's lap harder and faster than before, not even trying to muffle the sounds rolling out of his mouth. Arching his back a bit for the perfect angle, he hit his prostate, over and over like it was the only thing that could possibly help him. His whole body was shaking and sweating with need, and burned with sheer pleasure. If it weren't for the cockring he would've already had an orgasm if not two, but yet here he was in a limbo between pleasure and pain.
Poe was loving the feeling of Ranpo wrapped around his cock, and if he wasn't so focused on writing he probably would have filled him up with cum by now. A smile was plastered on his face as he listened to every little sound Ranpo made, even the way his breath would hitch and he would pant and sigh. Those melodies were more of a masterpiece than the classical music that played, and if he could he would record this to remember it forever. As he finished writing the last sentence to his chapter, finishing off the entire book, he set his pen down again. His hands found their way around Ranpo's hips, and he couldn't help but to assist in the struggle.
Ranpo cried out as he felt Poe slam him down even harder, his prostate was beginning to feel abused at this rate. He was relieved to feel Poe fucking him again, his hands on his body and his breath on his skin. His mind was lost in a haze of pleasure, but that didn’t stop him from registering the odd rhythm of Poe's thrusts. He whined and moaned waiting for it to make any sense, feeling as if he was on fire and could explode at any moment.
Poe knew every single safety precaution Ranpo had set into place for any of their sexual endeavors, and because Ranpo loved his mouth to be occupied at all times safe words were tricky. Thankfully both of them knew morse code, so the solution was easier than most common methods. Poe was using this to his utter advantage, he knew if Ranpo couldn't take it anymore, we would literally tap his way out. However, that didn't mean he couldn't drive Ranpo crazy with the same method. He was thrusting into him in morse code, one word, repeated. Naughty.
As the word registered in Ranpo's mind tears sprang to his eyes beneath the blindfold. He was barely holding on at this point, all the pleasure was slowly turning to pain as the overstimulation increased.
"Only good boys get to cum, and good boys don't bite." The statement rang through Ranpo's ears and echoed in his mind. He had bitten Poe, by proxy that means he hadn't been a good boy. Tears were freely falling down his face now, no longer able to be hidden or held back by the blindfold. The realization further set in as the words echoed more. He wouldn't get to cum.
Poe was getting close to his own orgasm now, and he could feel Ranpo losing control of his own body. He felt hesitant fingers shakily lift off from clinging to his shoulder, and tap down on his back. It was clear, especially since they had both communicated about the stoplight system beforehand. Poe didn't hesitate for him to tap out the whole word, y was all he needed to know for it to mean yellow. He knew what Ranpo needed, so he reached down with one hand and slid the cockring off.
Ranpo was practically sobbing around the ballgag when his orgasm hit, and he felt Poe cum with him. His legs tightened around Poe's waist desperately trying to hold on to reality as he felt his cum splash onto his own shirt and thighs, and Poe's gush out inside of him. He could barely hold on anymore with the intensity of it all, and he let his body go limp as Poe slowly helped him ride the waves of pleasure that were crashing over him.
Poe peppered his neck with soft affectionate kisses and rubbed his back to calm him down. He knew he had just put him through a lot, and he was a pure gentleman at aftercare. Ranpo would get only the best from him and nothing less, in his eyes he deserved the whole universe on a golden platter. His second orgasm had been intense and nearly took his strength away, but he knew how to stay in control for the sake of his lover. He ran his hands through Ranpo's hair as their movements slowly came to a stop. Whispering into his ear with a voice dripping with affection and care. "You were such a good boy for me, you were perfect Ranpo."
Ranpo's tears were no longer flowing, and he sniffled as he reached up at the gag. Poe noticed his goal within seconds and shushed him lovingly, gently removing the gag and rubbing the marks it left on his face. Ranpo's lips were red and covered in tears and drool, pouting cutely as he sucked on them to soothe himself. Poe removed the blindfold slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him anymore than he already had. Smiling at him with love struck eyes, he watched intently to figure out just what would soothe him more, he didn't have to wonder for long though. As soon as his eyes traced over Ranpo's lips, Ranpo leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was warm, and filled with so many unspoken words. Poe kissed back with the same intensity, following Ranpo's lead and allowing his mouth to be a solace.
Ranpo was calming down, losing himself in the kiss as his body rested and recovered. He could still feel Poe all around him and inside of him, his cum slowly starting to leak out. He felt better, but he didn't want to feel empty. Subspace had been hitting him hard and his thoughts were just as incoherent as he was. As Poe moved to pull out of him, all Ranpo could do was sob into the kiss. Fresh tears rained down in an instant and Poe stopped in place, pulling away from the kiss to shush him and kiss the tears away.
"Ranpo, precious.. you're okay, you're such a good boy, you are so perfect in every way dear. Tell me what's wrong hmm?"
"Empty.. c-can't-"
"You don't want to be empty? That's okay darling, would you like your plug?"
"Please.."
Poe leaned with his arm wrapped tightly around Ranpo's waist to sift through the drawer one more time, pulling out a buttplug and kissing his neck comfortingly. Ranpo nodded before he could even ask if he was ready, so he lined up the plug pressing it in as he pulled out. Ranpo shivered on top of him as the cold sensation, but seemed more relaxed now that he wouldn't have to feel empty. Poe showered him in kisses and praise, caressing and massaging his body while he waited for him to speak or move. After half an hour of floating in the daze of the aftermath, Ranpo cringed as he felt how dirty he was. He whined and tugged on his shirt, only for Poe to stand up while still holding him, carrying him to the bathroom to clean up.
Ranpo dazed off in exhaustion as he was stripped of the rest of his clothes and placed into a hot bubble bath. Poe had left the plug in and all he felt was warm, full, and satisfied.
Poe gently washed his entire body, being sure to be extra careful when shampooing and conditioning his hair so nothing would fall into his eyes. He let Ranpo sit in the warmth of the water while he cleaned himself up and grabbed them both a fresh set of pajamas. Before long, they were both in Poe's bed, clean and cleansed of their desires. Poe snuggled into Ranpo and kissed his cheek before drifting off to sleep with him, happy that he let him provide a very welcome distraction.