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[Ouma's finger in his face drags Shuichi's cuffed hand along with it. But that's fine, because Shuichi's face goes red after a moment wherein that sinks in, and Ouma's hand gets jerks around in return as Shuichu's hand darts to cover his mouth, the back of his palm over his lips like he half expects Ouma to go for it right that moment.]

Quit messing around! I'm serious.

[It's Ouma, after all. Of course he'd lie. He's just trying to get a rise out of Shuichi, right? Right?]

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[ Ouma blinks when Shuichi ends up dragging his own hand along, raising an eyebrow when Shuichi covers his mouth like that. ]

Ehhh? You don't think I'm serious? But I'm not into lies or jokes!

[ It checks out... ]

Well, whatever. I'll do it for something else, then.

[ He seemingly gives up on that easily enough. Although he doesn't care for his hand being jerked so Shuichi can cover his mouth, so he's going to grab Shuichi's wrist and subsequently try to ease Shuichi's hand down a bit.

But it's also partially because he doesn't want anything obscuring Shuichi's face when he asks this. ]

... Tell me you're not interested.

[He's tempted to use the other hand to cover his face instead, but that one's supporting his weight where Ouma's got him leaning in. He can't lift it without probably falling forward and probably headbutting Ouma.

(That does sound more and more desireable by the moment, though.)]

I...

[It should be easy enough to comply, but his voice catches in his throat guiltily. As much as he wants to just say it to escape the situation, as much as he's ready to just take the blow to his pride and give Ouma the victory here...

He can't get the words out when they're a lie. When he knows Ouma must know they're a lie, because he always knows, because he wouldn't have switched courses like this without being pretty sure he'd still get what he wants. Which is...? Right now, Shuichi would guess just embrassing him as thoroughly and painfully as possible. Well, mission fucking success. He's been trying his hardest not to think of those kinds of things since they stepped into this building, with Ouma dropping comments all the while to provoke those thoughts, but he can't evade them when it's all being shoved right in his face.

Red with shame, he ducks his head as best he can in that bit of space between them, desperate for even the cover of his bangs hanging over his face. His lips press together tight, eyes clenching shut.]

...Don't tease me like this. Please.

[Ouma seems to love getting under people's skin, but this just feels mean. It's going too far.]

[ Ouma stares at Shuichi's reaction, not finding it particularly amusing for whatever reason. Maybe he's getting bored.

Although that's not quite true either, since the fact that Shuichi didn't say he wasn't is spinning around in the back of his head as he tries to decide how to process that. Maybe if Ouma was more honest himself, everything would be easier and less inelegantly executed all around -- but what is Ouma, if not an incomprehensible mess. Or at least, that's the image he wants for himself.

He ends up sighing, tilting his head with a half-smile as he uses the hand that isn't cuffed to lightly poke at Shuichi's forehead, like he'd like for him to look up again. ]

But are you sure I'm only teasing you?

[ His tone turns more serious, although he still can't bring himself to be straightforward. It'd probably be optimal to ditch the subject, and he's oh so close to doing just that -- pass it all off as a lie, or whatever. But there's still a part of him that wants Shuichi to figure it out, that finds the idea of that enthralling while simultaneously almost disliking it.

He doesn't dislike Shuichi though. ]

[The prodding gets him to look up at least a little, peeking up through his bangs. Ouma's expression is less intense, more unreadable -- which, ironically, feels so much more sincere coming from him.]

You always do...

[It almost sounds sulky in conjuction with his sagging shoulders and unhappy expression. How else is he supposed to interpret it, after all? All the games and weird comments, the "my beloved Saihara-chan", this...

Ah. Hm.

His gaze goes a bit more thoughtful, more like when he's trying to figure things out during a trial. It drifts across Ouma's face, searching and pensive.]

Do... [The question dies in his mouth and first and he has to gather himself, shove down the doubts and smother the self-deprecating voice insisting this is a vain and absurd line of thinking.] ...Are you interested?

[It feels ridiculous to even suggest it. But he's a detective. The evidence should come before his own feelings.]

[ ... Oh.

He really asked. Huh. Ouma didn't really expect that out of all possible outcomes, which only serves to make Shuichi that much more immediately interesting.

He looks confounded for a few seconds, but he doesn't want to be dumbfounded, so he starts running his mouth without leaving too much of a pause. Even though he's still unmistakably contemplative about it. ]

Hmmm...? So you're gonna turn it around on me?

[ His tone ultimately switches from thoughtful to a little pouty and less serious (his ultimate comfort zone), and he'll even huff and look to the side. ]

That's so mean... I'm pretty shy, y'know.

[ -- Although when he turns to look at Shuichi again, he'll meet him with an easygoing grin, seeming to perk back up pretty fast. ]

... But that's a lie! Yeah, I think you're so interesting, Saihara-chan!

[ Listen..............that's as close as he's going to get.

His brain is panicking, but he's just going to smile here. Reset button on his feelings and all that!! ]

But it's okay for you to do it to me...?

[Shuichi sighs, unsurprised by the shift but a little disappointed that that little bit of seriousness, something resembling sincerity, hasn't lingered. He can't even really be mad about the apparent double standard. His face is still tinged with pink, but he's at least feeling steadier like this, on the offensive and trying to counter all Ouma's standard bullshit.]

That wasn't really the question.

[Which is...potentially more telling than an actual answer either way, from a liar like Ouma. It definitely suggests...something. It's hard to let himself think about that too hard, though. He's not really sure what he'd do with that information.]

[ Ouma scoffs a short laugh at Shuichi calling him out like that, shrugging his shoulders about it. ]

You got me there... Then I'll rephrase it, I guess?

[ For whatever reason, it always becomes more fun when Shuichi starts digging like this. But the last thing Ouma wants to do is lose control of the situation, so it's a little easier to reevaluate and switch his approach as Shuichi gets more adamant.

There's already not much distance between them here, but Ouma won't shy from leaning more into Shuichi's personal space again, bringing the hand that isn't cuffed up to the side of Shuichi's face -- both because he wants to, and because he doesn't really want Shuichi looking away this time. If Shuichi wants a better answer then Ouma's sure as hell going to make him face it. ]

I'm definitely interested in kissing you.

[ His tone is leagues straighter than before, although there's no clarification whether that's a lie or not.

Shuichi's gotten this far, after all. ]

[For someone who was chasing a more straightforward answer, Shuichi doesn't look he was prepared to actually get one. His eyes widen slightly as Ouma cups his face, flushing and wanting to hide and yet being completely unable to. It's not even Ouma's hand keeping him in place. It's that sudden directness, the closeness, Ouma's eyes pinning him down.]

O-oh.

[That's...he shouldn't say surprising. The evidence kind of suggests it isn't, and he'd have to be impossibly dense to say it is just because he can't imagine anyone actually wanting to. That's not logical, that's just his own shitty self-esteem.

And why is he actually thinking about this? Isn't something like this what he was dreading since first laying eyes on the hotel? This has gone so off the rails of their little "investigation" and straight into much more dangerous territory. He should be shutting this whole thing down as sternly as possible, making it clear he isn't going to humor these kinds of games. He should be, so why...?

Well, Probably because Ouma absolutely hit the nail on the head. He is interested. Or maybe curious is the better word for it, or...hell if he knows. The idea of kissing or anything else is definitely enticing -- as it should be, given he's a teenage boy -- but would he be actually considering this if it were someone else here with him? He can't imagine giving in if it were Iruma-san or someone suggesting it. It's just that Ouma is...kind of fascinating.

That's probably the better word for it. He can't help but be fascinated by the possibility. Ouma's always been able to catch his attention like no one else does, for better or worse. The other boy is fascinating, a walking mystery just begging him to dig into it and find the truth. Ouma figures out things no one else seems to even suspect need figuring out, and yet makes himself so impossible to figure out. Shuichi does admittedly want to explore things as much as any other boy his age, but more than that, he wants to follow this lead Ouma's giving him, even knowing it was purposefully given and he might be stumbling right into a trap.

His eyes flick to Ouma's mouth just briefly, and his jaw tenses like he's just settled on a decision. Tentatively, like he half expects Ouma to pull back at the last second and say he was joking, he leans in to close those last few inches of space between them.]

[ ... Oh, indeed.

There were quite a few ways Ouma saw this going, with the probability of Shuichi telling him to knock it off seeming pretty up there -- because you'd have to be kind of a weirdo to be into the bullshit Ouma brings to the table.

Not that Ouma's complaining about that, because Shuichi just keeps exceeding his expectations here, and that only excites Ouma. He wants to up the ante, make more and better games just for Shuichi... But above all, he's incredibly pleased he ended up picking a guy that keeps turning out to be anything but boring to be interested in.

He is surprised when he realizes that Shuichi is going for it -- the sudden yet slightly stalled loss of space between them, accompanied by the direct feeling of Shuichi leaning in from where his hand is still cupping Shuichi's face. Ouma even almost lets him lean past his hand, his fingers brushing lightly through Shuichi's hair before he makes the conscious decision to place his hand on the back of Shuichi's head and quite literally pull him into finishing the kiss. It's easier than trying to hold Shuichi's face when his other hand is handcuffed, anyway.

-- And he'd really been waiting for any yield from Shuichi to do this in the first place. Of course he's a little enthusiastic, with his heartbeat picking up almost as soon as he presses his lips against Shuichi's. ]

[There's a solid several seconds wherein Shuichi is stiff with the anticipation of everything just being a joke, right up through Ouma pulling him in and actual mouth contact being made and everything. It's not like he'd put it past Ouma to go all in for the sake of a prank, after all. But a tense moment passes with nothing but Ouma's lips enthusiastically against his and he can't help but be cautiously optimistic.

Belatedly, he closes his eyes and tilts his head. He's got nothing to go off of beyond what he's seen in movies, which is probably not the best or more realistic of examples but it does at least feel like everything fits together more naturally.

But hell if he knows what to do with his hands. His free hands hovers awkwardly, indecisive over where to put it. The cuffed hand is a bit more limited in options, but that almost makes it easier. He gingerly wraps his fingers around the wrist handcuffed to his. His thumb settles in the little hollow beneath the thumb side of Ouma's palm, and a distracted idle thought prompts him to shift it a few centimeters until he finds the vein there. Ouma's pulse is quickened, and Shuichi can't say if that's nervousness or excitement or what but it's oddly comforting to feel.]

[ Ouma's eyes become more heavily lidded as the kiss is prolonged, although he doesn't close them entirely -- like he might miss something here if he does. He tilts his head in the opposite direction of Shuichi, parting his lips slightly as he keeps his mouth overlapped with Shuichi's. He doesn't have much of a frame of reference (as far as actual experience) himself, but he's fine just winging it. It's not like Shuichi should be able to tell anyway, he thinks.

His fingers weave up into Shuichi's hair somewhat from where his hand is situated at the back of Shuichi's head, and he's so distracted by trying to get the most out of this that he doesn't bother thinking of it much when Shuichi's hand ends up on his wrist -- if anything, he initially welcomes the contact Shuichi's intiating.

-- Although he's fed up pretty quickly by having his wrist held, so he'll twist it slightly to bring his hand down, aiming to take Shuichi's hand in his own by interlocking their fingers. ]

[Ouma's fingers sliding between his are so unexpected that he almost gasps softly, just a tiny intake of breath against the other boy's mouth. It's...sweet. Surprisingly so. For all that Ouma often plays up the childish attitude, he doesn't seem the type for anything sweet or gentle.

But it's encouraging. Emboldened just enough, Shuichi carefully lays his free hand in the crook of Ouma's neck. He pretty much gets all scarf there, save for his thumb spraying over the top edge and across warm skin. It's so soft -- he's never really touched anyone like this, not anywhere so delicate -- and without really thinking he runs his thumb idly over it, tucking neatly under Ouma's jaw by his ear.

This is obviously enough. He could definitely pull back and demand the key at this point. But some practical part of his brain thinks he might not have a chance to try this with anyone for a long time -- maybe never again, if things here really do go badly and "the rest of his life" ends up being much shorter than expected. So instead he presses closer, drawing a breath through his nose to prolong the experience. He's just...making the most of it, that's all.]

[ Ouma does end up closing one of his eyes now with a soft, slightly surprised hum in his throat at the feeling of Shuichi's thumb in that junction so close to his ear. He sighs through his nose, instinctively tilting his head a little more because of where Shuichi's touching his neck. It's not bad -- in fact, it feels really nice...but Ouma's not used to it, and his fingers wind into something of a soft grip on Shuichi's hair, just because he's seeking some sort of stability somewhere.

The thought crosses Ouma's mind to separate too, if only because this sure is more breathtaking than he anticipated (maybe if he took it easier...), but the absurd part of Ouma says he can't yet. Whether it's processing as a game of sorts or just a show of impertinence, Ouma only tries to deepen the kiss despite the buzzing in his head. ]

[Ouma's grip in his hair is too gentle to really be painful, but it's impossible to ignore. There's something oddly thrilling about it. The soft noise he makes in his throat in response is brief, aborted halfway through, but it doesn't sound displeased, necessarily.

It's nice, in a strange and novel sort of way, Ouma holding on wherever he can and responding so easily to the slightest touch. It almost seems easier to understand than his actual words.

Shuichi does eventually have to pull back, feeling a bit lightheaded and sure he must just not be getting enough air in those few inhales through his nose. He tilts his head down to break contact, his forehead pressed to Ouma's and eyes opening just enough to stare thoughtlessly at the bedspread down between them. He's too warm all over, breathless and unsure if he should be letting go of Ouma immediately or if that would seem like, rude or something.

It's...probably okay. Ouma's still got a hand in his hair, after all.]

S...sorry.

[Why is he apologizing? Fuck, even he doesn't know.]

[ Ouma's pulse skips a beat when he registers how close Shuichi still is after pulling back, and he's a little happy between this and the fact that Shuichi hasn't let go himself yet. Ouma's eyes flick up to look at Shuichi, wondering if he likes this -- although he's unsurprised that Shuichi's looking down at the bed in turn.

He's in the middle of catching his breath himself when Shuichi mutters his apology, and Ouma just blinks for a second, not finding that an atypical response either. It's almost funny how characteristic of Shuichi that is, even though it's Ouma who pulled him into this whole thing.

He can't help grinning a bit. ]

You should be...

[ Ouma's grip relaxes in Shuichi's hair, if only so he can let his hand fall a bit to settle at the back of Shuichi's neck instead. ]

I really wasn't finished yet.

[ He says, like he hadn't been running out of air himself or something...

But it's ultimately an excuse -- an excuse to tilt his head up again to press his lips back against Shuichi's. ]

Ou--

[He doesn't even get the name out before Ouma's smothered half of it against his lips. The thought occurs to him that they're rather beyond just "stealing his first kiss" at this point, but he sighs into Ouma's mouth and leans back into it anyway.

Is this still a game? It's always a game with Ouma, but Shuichi thinks it's maybe a different one now. And like with all Ouma's other games, Shuichi feels as uncertain and faintly nervous as he is admittedly intrigued.

(Thought maybe "intrigued" isn't really a strong enough word for it, at this point.)

He feels unsteady on his knees on the soft matress. His hand at Ouma's neck slides to the back for a moment, fingers tentatively scraping through the soft, short hair at the nape there, before continuing on to catch at Ouma's opposite shoulder so he can steady himself. Ouma's neck tucks so neatly into the crook of his elbow like that. Shuichi feels strangedly warmed just thinking about it in passing. He parts his mouth against Ouma's just a little, experimental, the slight movements fitting their lips together in different ways.]

[ Shuichi is definitely getting a little into this, Ouma absently notes as he only begins reciprocating after Ouma had gone and interrupted him and all. This is completely fine with Ouma, who's only becoming more keen on seeing what he can pull Shuichi into and what Shuichi will do.

That, and he's also admittedly just enjoying kissing Shuichi probably more than he should be. He sighs through his nose softly when he feels Shuichi's fingers at the nape of his neck, and he's starting to feel like he's getting into a precarious position here -- especially when Shuichi's arm ends up around him as he starts kissing him like that. His pulse quickens again as his face feels warmer, and he ends up closing his eyes this time as he parts his own lips and leans up into it, hand pressing down against the back of Shuichi's neck to keep himself braced.

It's kind of quickly becoming a pain to keep up this position though, so after a few seconds of this he's going to try falling back on the bed so that his back can hit the mattress -- but not without using his hold on Shuichi to also try pulling him down with him. It's about time Shuichi got more comfortable, too!!

...And Ouma's just honestly not interested in letting him go yet. ]

[Shuichi isn't in the steadiest position either, balanced on his knees and gripping Ouma for support, and his arm hooked around the other boy certainly only makes things worse in this situation. He's dragged down with a surprised muffled yelp into Ouma's mouth. Shuichi just barely manages to turn his face away to minimize the teeth clanking and noses smashing against each other, just catches himself on the elbow wrapped around Ouma and the hand gripping his.

He does successfully avoid hurting either of them. But when he recovers and pulls back a little, he realizes a bit belatedly that he's basically got Ouma pinned beneath him.

Oh. Yeah. Cue intense blushing.]

Ah--! Sorry!

[If he stopped and thought for a second he'd recognize that this is in no way his fault. But flustered as he is, it sure feels like something he's supposed to be apologizing for. He is the one kinda pinning Ouma here.

Of course, he instinctively tries to lean back to get off the smaller boy and can't, since...Ouma is kind of pinning his arm beneath him in return.]

[ Ouma's reasonably flushed from the kissing, but he's clearly not flustered by the current situation if the wide grin spreading on his face is anything to go by. ]

Geez, Saihara-chan... Falling on top of someone is pretty cliché, isn't it?

[ His voice is notably breathier here, but he's still gotta be a smartass.

At Shuichi's meager attempt of leaning back while being unable to, Ouma moves his free hand from the back of Shuichi's neck to grab at the front of his jacket, pulling him back down even closer to briefly press his lips at the corner of Shuichi's mouth -- he wonders if he can goad Shuichi into picking back up where they left off. ]

[The concern fades pretty quickly when Ouma rpoves to be unhurt, unphased, and taking way too much amusement from the situation. He frowns slightly while trying to lean back, flushed and frustrated more by his own immediate embarassment than anything wlse, but Ouma catches him again and oh..]

Ouma-kun...

[Are they still doing this? It's gotten a little...well. Honestly, it was already a little "too much" for just a stolen first kiss, on a bed and in a love hotel and handcuffed together. Their current position exacerbates that, but relatively speaking? Not by that much.

Shuichi hesitates a moment, chewing his lower lip while processing that thought. He can't really pretend it's just about trading for unlocking the handcuffs at this point, and this is so much. Hell, never in his wildest dreams would he have expected his first kiss to be in a situation like this. Or that spending some free time with Ouma would have turned into this, either. But Ouma beneath him is eagerly trying to carry on, warm and enticing and voice breathy with... Fuck. Shuichi is cautious and reserved and he tries to be responsible, but even he has his limits.

The first kiss is brief and chaste, just turning his face slightly to meet Ouma's lips properly. The second is an attempt to be braver, firm and pressing close even while he clenches his eyes shut like he still somehow expects to be pushed off or laughed at.]

[ Ouma's definitely smirking into the kiss, that's for sure -- he's getting what he wants after all, and he is considerably self-serving in the grander scheme of things. Although he probably underestimated how much he'd end up taking delight in this. Maybe because he didn't expect this either, which just makes it all the more provocative. It's gotten so enticing, he's changed his mind entirely about bailing out or calling a bluff.

He hums in a pleased way in his throat when Shuichi ends up kissing him more forcefully, tightening his grip both where he's got Shuichi's hand in his and on Shuichi's jacket as he tries to press himself up against Shuichi a little in turn. His heart is pounding in his ears at this point, but he couldn't really care less since he's fully embracing the excitement. ]

[The strangest thing about all this isn't the setting, or the suddenness of this development, or even the handcuffs. No, it's Ouma being relatively easy to read for once. If he shoves back the instinctual second-guessing and conviction that he must be misinterpreting things, it seems pretty straightforward. Every squeeze and movement and tightened grip is unambiguously enthusiastic, every sound content and encouraging.

Goddamn. If he'd known something like this would make Ouma easier to understand, he would have...still not jumped straight to this, probably. But he'd have thought about it, and maybe all this would have been less of a surprise.

Emboldened, Shuichi moves his mouth again, trying to mimic what he'd done before and how Ouma had responded. It's at least not hard to figure out what feels nice for either of them. He adjusts his positioning to give himself a better angle to work with and to not rest his weight directly on the smaller, propped up on his knees and the elboy under Ouma's head and the hand pinning Ouma's down. One of his legs is set between either of Ouma's, but he's mercifully too distracted to overthink that.]

[ Ouma's body is probably more honest than his words, which is something he's becoming more aware of himself as he only feels warmer the longer this goes on -- but it's also not something he's really bothering to think about as Shuichi's mouth moves against his again.

Ouma sighs into it, tilting his head and bringing his hand back up to the side of Shuichi's face to ensure that he's getting the best angle to reciprocate himself with here. And he's definitely eager about it, brushing his own lips against Shuichi's in different ways like he can't get enough of having his mouth on the other.

His fingers push into the fringe of Shuichi's hair near his ear, and he lifts one of his knees more as he props slightly against his own upper arms to lean more into all of this. ...That's when he bumps his leg lightly against Shuichi's, idly noting it in spite of his preoccupation here. ]

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just imagine shuichi pausing to play psyche taxi here

lmao hey if running over some cognitive hookers is what he needs rn that's fair

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