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Kaito was a magician, a phantom thief, an escape artist and a master of his craft.
It turns out that escaping is really hard when you have a mouth on your own and a tongue to play with, attached to a scorchingly hot body and an even better face. That's not something he was prepared to contend with, and most certainly nothing his father has prepared him for.
A really hot detective, Kudou fucking Shinichi, was licking into his mouth, grinding their hips together, and Kuroba was doing his best to not completely malfunction.
He's certainly never been faced with this type of trap? He doubted this was setup by inspector Nakamori.
Sneakily, his hand glided to Shinichi's perky derrière. The other teen leaned into it.
It was a shame that he needed to disappear immediately if he didn't want to get caught - if he wasn't already. Did he have the strength of will to push the detective away from him though? Absolutely not.
Oh God, he's never getting to do this again. He cherishes the last seconds of it, presses Shinichi as close to him as possible, grinds their erect dicks together, kissing him with particular fervor, - Shinichi moans into it and wow - and then Kaito is gone.
Goddamn, as hot as Kudou is, he's not going to jail, he has s mission!
The footsteps were nearing, and he certainly didn't want to get arrested, nor was it a good idea for Kudou to be caught kissing a thief, he supposed. If he wasn't some sort of trap after all.
Now, Kaito is faced with four obstacles:
a) safely going home and jerking off
b) (not) resent(ing) himself for disappearing (without a goodbye!)
c) figuring out what the hell this means. Trap? Kudou being into handsome thieves? Detectives being into criminals?
d) getting Kudou to do it again