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“...Sugiura kissed me last night.”
“Woah, what? I thought he might be too pretty to be straight, but-”
“Don’t be crass.” Yagami smiled in that chiding, soft way of his, raising an eyebrow at his partner. “He must have done it to confuse me, or something. I can’t think of another reason he’d do something like that.”
“Uh, he obviously did it because you’re hot as shit, Yagami,” Kaito scoffed, getting closer to where Yagami sat behind his desk. He perched himself on top of it, trapping Yagami between his legs. “Should I be worried?”
“Considering the fact you blew my back out last night -”
“ Woah, who’s being crass now?”
“- I’d say no, Kaito- san. ”
The ex-Yakuza simply chuckled as Yagami drew him into a kiss, sliding his hand underneath his shirt through the undone collar. “If you want to take this any further, we should lock the door first. Kuroiwa burst in the other day after interrogating me and caught me while I was changing.”
Kaito balked, shooting up and eyeing Yagami with a puzzled glint in his eyes. “Uh, what? How much did he see? Am I gonna have to punch the memory out of his brain-”
“ No, Kaito. My shirt was still on, but he was blushing pretty hard. Anyways, even if you're out of the family, you can’t go picking fights with cops.”
“I know, I know.” Kaito huffed petulantly, planting his feet on the floor and hoisting Yagami up with that monster strength of his, carrying him to the couch. Yagami dropped his jacket on the floor, pressing a hand to Kaito’s bearded cheek.
“I’m also pretty sure Higashi has the hots for me, too. Did you notice the way he lowered the price on all the gacha machines? He only did that once I mentioned I was building a collection-”
It was Kaito’s turn to shut Yagami up, aggressively pulling his shirt over his wild head of hair before setting them both down on the couch. Before leaning in for a kiss, Kaito mumbled, “You’re trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?”
Yagami smiled. “...Maybe.” His deft hands began working on Kaito’s buttons, unable to hold back from smoothing his palms all over his smooth, engorged pecs. “Is it working?”
Kaito didn’t answer with words - the dark hickeys placed all over Yagami’s neck and shoulders did all the talking for him.
Though Yagami bitched and moaned about it the next day, even Kaito noticed the way he tenderly pressed his fingers to each bruise. And if Kaito noticed, so did everyone else.
What could he say? With a boyfriend like Yagami, who attracted men like honey did flies, he doubted anyone could blame him for getting a little bit… possessive.