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[PERCEPTION] He lies next to you, on his back, with one arm folded behind his head on top of the wrinkled pillow. The other arm lingers next to his lithe frame, surrounded by crumbled bedsheets and the smell of pine needles.

[EMPATHY] You are deeply in love with this man.

[EMPATHY] Kim, just Kim.

[PERCEPTION] His eyes are closed, lips parted ever so slightly. You can see a hint of upper teeth peeking through the gap, hear his rhythmic breath slip in and out of his body.

[PERCEPTION] He has really soft looking lips.

They also feel really soft, you know that much. They have touched various parts of your body already - felt good at all places, but especially so on certain ones.

[AUTHORITY] And you really did enjoy that much. Bet your neighbors know about your scandalous shenanigans now. Probably needed to have a smoke right after as well, simply because of all those noises the two of you have made.

[AUTHORITY] Well, mostly you, actually.

Kim usually holds his composure very well - and he also does such when occupied with things that have absolutely nothing to do with crime-solving, you've learned that much by now. It's not that he doesn't react at all, but he seems to be more subtle. His moans did sound like they had come straight out of heaven, though. Like a figure of pure sexual pleasure taking your hand to gide you toward the most erotic premises existing in both reality and non-reality. Your dick probably has never felt any harder than it had right after.

[VOLITION] A real romantic, Harry.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] Seriously, though. Kim's moans are fucking sexy. You imagined them to be, based on the tone of his voice, but hearing them had been a spiritual awakening in many ways, for sure.

[ENDURANCE] You sure you are able for a round two right now?

[PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT] It's been exactly five hours and four minutes since you've shot your load right down your partner's throat. You probably could get it back up at this point.

[VOLITION] Probably risk a heart-attack in the process as well, but that would be a hell of a way to go, for sure. Better than drinking yourself to death while surrounded by vomit and piss covered sheets and the stench of a man who hasn't showered in two weeks.

You blink yourself out of your thoughts for a moment there - glancing down between your own legs, covered by your hideous, truly unsexy, off-white underwear. The Lieutenant obviously didn't mind about them mere hours ago, yet you suddenly feel much more self-conscious, now that your mind is a bit more clear after having awoken from an actually pretty nice, pretty peaceful slumber.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] Seems like getting your soul sucked out of your cock did the trick there. Should ask Kim to do that more often, probably helps with the nightmares.

[VOLITION] Hint: You probably should ask him a bit more tactfully than your last thought had made it sound, though. Just a tip. A suggestion out of good will.

Your eyes continue to trail along that slim body - now that you actually got the time to take in the sight, you do exactly that. Last night - a few hours ago - had been great, but the two of you had been filled with the thrill of getting to touch each other like this for the very first time. You have looked at him, of course, have admired his ectomorph built more than most other people would, probably, but to really take your time and let all of what you see hit the whole of your senses feels even more intimate, somehow.

Yeah, Kim's body definitely belongs into the ectomorph category. He is built slim, but not too scrawny - yet you know that he cannot put on much more muscle mass than what he already has... and yes, he's got some. His arms are more toned than you had expected them to be, attaching neatly to his shoulders, the line of his upper chest.

[PERCEPTION] His pectoral muscles are not as supple as yours - which definitely has to do with the fact that you store much more fat beneath the tissue of skin - but they still have some grip to them, a soft curve which you can see though the layer of his white tank top, peaking right where his cute nipples are placed before ...---

[AUTHORITY] Wait - did you just think of nipples being cute?

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] Yeah, you did.

[SUGGESTION] And you really wished Kim had taken off his top, just so you could observe them a bit closer now.

But instead, the piece of garment covers him up quite well - exposing his stomach, the fabric must have slipped up a bit during sleep. It's nice and soft, displaying a hint of trained muscle, but nothing too serious.

That's okay, you prefer it this way, actually. It fits the Lieutenant, to be toned at the right places but maintain gentle curves on others, combines well with his slim waist as well as long legs and arms.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] You used to think that an overly muscular male body was the peak perfection of masculinity. Nothing else would be able to compete to the lines of hard muscles and not only a six, but an eight-pack stretching alone the middle of one's torso. That has obviously changed.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] Kim is now the peak of eroticism for you, even though his body is far from that of Heimdallr.

[ENDURANCE] You are definitely ready for a round two at this point.

Green eyes flick back up to that chest - unable to resist the sight of those covered-up pecs for any longer. The other's shirt is so thin that you can actually see the very subtle arch of a small nipple, not quite hard but prominent enough so it shows through that sleeve-less top.

[LOGIC] He is asleep, you know. And you are very, very curious.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION] It probably wouldn't be too hard to push that shirt out of the way. It has slipped up already, you only need to pull it up a bit further... just over the curve of his pectoral muscles, exposing him this way. Would only take a second - easy, peasy, lemon squeezy.

[VOLITION] Maybe you shouldn't do that. Kim probably is a light sleeper - he comes across as such. What if he wakes up?

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] You touched each other very, very inappropriately mere hours ago. He has had your dick in his mouth, he has swallowed your cum. You bet he wouldn't be too fazed about realizing that you are checking out his nipples.

Checking out one's nipples like this is quite unusual, though? These are male nipples, after all.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] But nipples do it to you. You don't even know why, but the mere thought of fondling them with your hands - maybe even your tongue - really gets your blood boiling, baby. You can feel a lot of it currently rushing back into your dick, and you haven't even seen them yet.

[LOGIC] That's definitely a kink going wild there within your brain.

What is a kink?

[ENCYCLOPEDIA - Medium: success] In human sexuality, kinkiness is the use of non-conventional sexual practices, concepts or fantasies. The term derives from the idea of a "bend" (cf. a "kink") in one's sexual behaviour, to contrast such behaviour with "straight" or "vanilla" sexual mores and proclivities. It is thus a colloquial term for non-normative sexual behaviour. The term "kink" has been claimed by some who practice sexual fetishism as a term or synonym for their practices, indicating a range of sexual and sexualistic practices from playful to sexual objectification and certain paraphilias.

Okay, you got it. No need to go into much more depth than that.

[LOGIC] So, yeah, Harry. You probably got a nipple kink.

[ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN] You can remember that you liked to touch hers as well, with your---

[AUTHORITY] No, abort mission. Do not think of her now. This is about Kim, and about Kim alone.

You do not want anyone's nipples - or even those unknown ones you almost thought about - no, you only want Kim Kitsuragi's ones. You want to touch them, feel them, and see if he will react to it in any shape or form.

[ENCYCLOPEDIA] Actually, a lot of men claim to not feel much sexual pleasure while getting their nipples stimulated. However, this may be a direct result of most men only claiming such as they think of nipple play to be considered 'too feminine', which could, in return, hurt their own masculinity.

But some men do enjoy it a lot. You like it, that one is certain.

You remember that you did put your hand onto the Lieutenant's chest as the two of you have kissed. You think you had felt a hitch in his breath back then, like he's been struck by a tiny lightning bolt, but things become blurry after that. The kiss really blew your mind made you breatheless, forced your brain to let go of some things so it wouldn't go into total overdrive.

[LOGIC] So Kim may be a man who likes it.

[VISUAL CALCULUS] There is no other way to find out about that than to give it a try.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION] Just push up his shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. Making sure to not accidentally startle him out of his sleep.

[PERCEPTION] He looks really, really beautiful like this, by the way. Very peaceful. His features are relaxed, eyes closed, black lashes standing in stark contrast to his fair skin. His glasses sit on the nightstand, away from his face, which is an unusual sight - but you really enjoy it.

[EMPATHY] It makes him look almost vulnerable, in a way. Like his glasses put a layer of protection up onto his face.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] Okay, back to topic. Nipples, baby. Nipples!

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - easy: success] - Let's do it.

A breath leaves your lips as you carefully roll onto your side - facing your partner, hesitating to wait and see whether that small movement has already caused the Lieutenant to wake up. Nothing happens, however, and Kim remains asleep as you stretch out your hand, allowing thick fingers to hover over the hem of that crumbled up shirt.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - medium: success] - Grab it.

Those sturdy digits almost seem fragile as you curl them around the bundled up fabric - shaking ever so slightly - but you manage to not punch Kim into the stomach. That's good, you got this.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - challenging: success] - And now you push it up. Juuuuust push it up. Slowly.

Thankfully, your brain seems to get the idea and allows your arm to move smoothly, causing your fingers to pull back that tank top, revealing inch after inch of naked, almost creamy looking skin. Not a single blemish seems to be decorating the Lieutenant's torso, safe for a couple of very adorable looking moles.

[AUTHORITY] So, moles are adorable now as well?

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - medium: success] - Continue.

You do such, feel excitement starting to fill out every nook and cranny inside your wide chest. The closer you get to unwrapping your partner's curves, the more nervous you seem to become, almost vibrating in anticipation.

You got it real, real bad, Harry. That kink of yours must be humongous.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] Give yourself some slack - you haven't gotten laid in ages, especially not by a man, and even less by a man like Kim Kitsuragi.

It feels like ages pass by - but at some point, somehow, you blink and that shirt slips over those pectoral muscles in one, single motion. You let go of the soft fabric, with your hand hovering once more - but above Kim's upper torso this time, as your green eyes flick over what you haven't been able to see last night.

[CONCEPTUALIZATION] It feels a little like you're a young boy, staring at artful pornography for the very first time in your entire life.

Well, you are taking in the sight of the one and only Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi's pecs for the very first time, so you're not that far off, to be honest.

[VOLITION] Maybe you should have asked him about it before you did it, though? Maybe there's a reason he's kept his tank top on...

[COMPOSURE] It's too late for that now. You either fucked up big time, or things will be great. No way to back out of this.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION] You can still pull it back down. You can act as if nothing has happened and never tell Kim that you ever did this in the first place.

[AUTHORITY] No. That will not be an option. His chest is naked, the nipples are free, you are here to look at them.

So you do - allow your hand to settle back down between yourself and the other, on top of the sheets, as your green eyes start to roam freely, exploring those completely unfamiliar worlds of naked skin.

[PERCEPTION] Yeah, Kim definitely has a slight curve going on to his chest, just as you were able to observe through the layer of his shirt before. A few hairs grow at the center of it, on top of his breastbone, but they are few, very sparse, almost non-existent - the complete opposite to those hairs stretching all over your own chest and stomach.

You like it. It suits Kim to be this smooth.

[PERCEPTION] Then, there are his nipples, of course. The part you were the most excited about. You can finally take a look at them - take in the sight of the dark pink, small areola, the bud sitting in the center, looking like it would pebble easily under any kind of touch. The right one is the closest to you, maybe half of an arms length away from your face, which allows you to get a really good look at it.

It's almost creepy how intendedly you stare at it.

[COMPOSURE] Yeah, it's definitely a little concerning. Are you okay?

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] The kink is strong, baby.

You really want to touch it.

You also really want to find out whether Kim is a man who enjoys this, or who would rather do something else to get things going.

...Ouch - imagine him not being into this at all as you fondle his chest.

[AUTHORITY] Embarassing.

[LOGIC] Oh, by the way - have you checked yet whether or not the Lieutenant has awoken due to you shoving up his shirt like that?

[AUTHORITY] Hint: You did not. You probably should.

You feel your adams apple bobbing as you swallow thickly at the realization of you not having looked up one single time since you've done all of this - took that top between your fingers, pushed it up, exposed Kim's body to your hungry eyes. This could have serious consequences to the whole relationship you two have built up over the last few weeks, and the thought of losing all of that fills any remaining holes within your existence with the heavy taste of dread.

[COMPOSURE - challenging: failure] It will be fine. He will still be asleep - he hasn't moved even an inch since you did any of this, he is still breathing steadily...

...Actually, you think you remember his body jerking the tinitest bit at some point. It had almost felt like the man had held his breath for a little too long and then let go of that air as smoothly as he possibly could.

[COMPOSURE - medium: success] Uh-oh.

Maybe you just misinterpreted. Maybe nothing has happened at all. It could be that your senses are overly alert now, with the situation being this frisky and scandalous. You have hallucinated before - it would be nothing new.

[COMPOSURE] You should take a look and confirm that the Lieutenant is still fast asleep anyway. Just to calm your nerves. Just to make yourself realize that you are definitely working yourself into something that's not even real.

[REACTION SPEED - challenging: failure] Yeah, you should.

The motion itself isn't that hard, really - just turn your head and peek up at your partner - and yet it takes you a few whole seconds to even get your body to follow along, like your brain doesn't really want to cooperate. While part of it is because of that nipple pulling you in, there's also something else that seems to stop you from getting things over and done with quickly.

It almost feels like precognition. Like part of you knows that something is going to happen.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - challenging: success] Come on. Do it now.

Finally, after what felt like half of a small eternity, you manage to move your throat, get those muscles to behave, allowing your head to turn and your green eyes to slowly take in the sight of those few dark hairs, prominent collar bones, a slender neck and long throat, contoures of a soft jar, sharp cheekbones...

[PERCEPTION] ... And a set of brown eyes, so dark and deep that they almost look like pools of precious ink, with pupils blown so wide that the iris is barely perceptible anymore. They are the prettiest eyes you have ever seen in your damn whole existence, very familiar, and very, very much awake.

[VOLITION] Awake being the most important word at this point.

Kim Kitsuragi is awake.

[VOLITION] Are you sure you are not hallucinating?

[PERCEPTION - easy: success] No doubt. Kim is staring at you, head lifted, his eyes open, lips still slightly parted. There is something lingering in his gaze, something you cannot quite get just yet, but it's there.

[EMPATHY] He looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

[AUTHORITY] So do you.

The silence stretching between you two feels impossibly thick - a knife would be able to cut right through the air, form invisible mass into suqare pieces of air-yello, serve it on a silver platter like a fine meal.

What would it taste like?

Does air have a taste?

This is probably not the best moment to philosophize over such, and there is little you can do besides keeping to gaze back into what you had hoped not to see. While you love to look into the Lieutenant's eyes, had felt drawn to them from the very first day, to observe them at this very moment means that something incredibly, devastatingly awkward and deeply embarassing has happened, hitting you right in the guts.

[AUTHORITY] You should probably say something. The longer you keep being quiet, the worse it will get, and the damage has been done. You cannot turn back time, you have to face the consequences.

[COMPOSURE] Time to try and fix what little there is to fix. Maybe finding an excuse will defuse whatever is going on between you and magically undo the fact that Kim has literally seen you staring at his chest for minutes - like a hungry dog salivating at the sight of a slice of pepperoni pizza.

Oh, pepperoni pizza sounds good, actually...

[PERCEPTION] ...That look you have noticed before, by the way - the emotion that seems to linger in the Lieutenant's gaze - it's still there. It doesn't dissolve, doesn't change. It almost feels like the elephant in the room now, rather than your whole pathetic, highly embarassing existence.

[EMPATHY - legendary: failure] Try to find out what it is.

[EMPATHY] You have absolutely no idea. It could be repulsion, it could be attraction. For some odd reason, continuing to gaze into those pretty eyes makes it even harder for you to think, and there's that very odd mixture of shame and arousal still pulsing hot through the veins of your cock. Long story short: You are unable to get your brain to cooperate as well as you would need for you to find out what's going on with your partner.

[AUTHORITY] Okay, enough of that. You need to come up with something. An explanation, perhaps? A witty remark? Anything to lighten the mood and give you a boost of confidence, so you don't just outright die with a half-chub stretching your underwear into a somewhat pathetic tent.

[COMPOSURE - legendary: failure] Try to act.

You feel a somewhat lopsided grin stretch over your own features - one that probably looks much more manic than what you intent to display - and before you can even stop yourself from saying anything, your mouth opens and your tongue starts to move all on its own.

"Uh... uhm, hee-hee--heeyyyy, Kimball, what's up?!"

[COMPOSURE] That's not what you had wanted to say - and you definitely did not want to call him Kimball. But it has happened, and it mixes into that thick air still existing within the space of you both, so very prominent and very much impossible to ignore.

[VOLITION] Congratulations, Harry. You are officially the most awkward person on the whole planet. How you even managed to get a man like Kim Kitsuragi to suck your dick is beyond everyone, and part of him is probably thinking the same at this very moment, questioning literally everything.

You now actually want to die. Just suffer from a heart attack, get knocked out cold and fade away. It's probably the most humane option of all the possible outcomes there are.

Kim continues to stare at you, not a single muscle moves on his blank face. There is no doubt he is thinking hard about the situation as a whole, and right when you were actually starting to question your own sanity (is he even alive? Is this really happening, or are you just hallucinating?) his lips start to move, with a soft deep voice mixing into the deafening silence.

"---Your dick, detective."

No mercy, just another blow to your already crumbling ego, applied by the one and only Lieutenant, the one who has transferred from the 57th to the 41st about one week ago. The legend, the one other cops admire, the coolest of the cool people.

[ENDURANCE] He's not wrong, though. Even with that feel or terror manifesting within your existence, your cock remains half-hard. You're still interested, even though your ego just got torn to shreds both by having been caught and Kim's answer to your pathetic attempt at making conversation.

He's also not pushing you away.

[EMPATHY] It seems as if he's not as utterly horrified about the whole deal as you thought he would be, all things considered. If he were, you would be at the other end of this room right now. He would make you leave him alone, and you would do whatever he wants like a beaten puppy, no hesitation.

But the Lieutenant hesitates instead - and your green eyes zoom in on his lips when he sucks the bottom one into his mouth, worrying the soft skin with his teeth. Clearly a sign of his mind still working hard, mulling things over, and you feel your gaze trailing back up to the chocolate brown of his own.

Seconds tick by. One, two, three...
Maybe it's even a minute at this point.
Maybe two.

[EMPATHY] He is considering something.

The touch startles you - so much so that you jerk when you feel something coming into contact with the back of your head. It is warm, however, and has no problems molding to the round of your skull.

[PAIN THRESHOLD] Relax, Du Bois- it's just Kim's hand. It does not hurt.

His fingers comb through your strands before his palm settles against your hair, lingering there. He's not pushing, nor pulling, just holds you like this - and it's obvious that this gesture is meant in a good way, not a bad one.

[EMPATHY] That explains his blown pupils. He's not angered, nor annoyed, and he's not thinking about how to make you stop. He's actually enjoying this.

EMPATHY - medium: success] And that makes it easier for you to finally deduce what is going on inside his irises.

[EMPATHY] It's definitely not repulsion. It is warm and thick instead, filled with anticipation for what is about to happen. He's tense like a bow-string, but in all the good ways, and his lips are parting once more to allow him to breathe more easily through them rather than his nose alone.

It means he is taking deeper breaths - a bit quicker even, perhaps.

[EMPATHY] Yeah, Kim is into this. And he doesn't even seem to be angry about you calling him fucking Kimball.

You truly are the most luckiest man alive. You do not deserve this, you are aware of that, right? You deserve to get your ass kicked, and yet here the Lieutenant is - ready to embrace and accept that completely weird side of yours.

[AUTHORITY] You need to thank him for that. Later.

"...You're not alone with that, though."

Confusion washes over you when the Lieutenant adds those words to his previously spoken ones. It must show on your face, because Kim, as the unbelievably cool man he is, offers a careful nod - accompanied by his eyes briefly flicking along his own body before returning to your own ones.

[LOGIC - legendary: success] You get the hint - it's a miracle, really, but you do - and you actually manage to tear your stare away from the other to look down along Kim's frame, taking in the sight of his flat stomach, his hips, and that very obvious bulge stretching the fabric of his underwear.

[PERCEPTION] Kim is very obviously hard - probably not at full mast right now, but close.

It's as much affirmation as you will get - he wouldn't be this excited if he weren't intrigued in some way by what you've been doing mere minutes ago.

[EMPATHY] He likes you where you are - close to his chest, observing his nipples like a creep. That's definitely a nice change of events.

You look back up at him, and Kim meets your gaze immediately, like he had been waiting for it to return. His free hand reaches out to grab his glasses, placing them onto his nose right after, pushing them into place with his index finger.

It all happens in one smooth motion, without him breaking that intense eye-contact you two have going on, and the man isn't even struggling the tiniest bit in the process.

You would have stabbed yourself in the eye. You're definitely not as grafecul as he is.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] He is so, so cool.

Why the glasses, though?

[LOGIC - easy: successful] He wants to see you, Harry. He is farsighted, means he has trouble seeing things up close - and you are quite close.

Oh.

That makes sense.

It gives you a boost of confidence - one you didn't expect to feel - and allows your shoulders to relax a little, letting go of some of that discomfort that had stretched itself through every pore of your being. The Lieutenant seems to sense it, and his hand pats the back of your head like you are a good dog having done a good thing.

Maybe you are. It's quite fitting, in a way.

It feels comforting. It feels like praise.

You love it.

But then, the touch changes - had Kim been rather passive before, he now applies pressure to your skull and nudges it, like he wants you to scoot even closer, to move down toward his chest. There is nothing you can do against it - you actually obey, bowing down, which makes your hand find its place on the man's upper stomach for support before you lean your frame against his much more lithe one.

Like that, your mouth is only a couple of inches away from that very cute, very sexy, very appetizing nipple.

[EMPATHY] Kim definitely wants you there.

Saliva pools in your mouth.

[PERCEPTION] He smells like chestnuts, pine needles... and just Kim.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] Just Kim, just Kim, just Kim, only Kim. So much Kim.

Kim is your whole world - you would die for him, and you know he would do the same for you.

"... Continue."

It's not exactly a command, yet it also is not a suggestion - the Lieutenant wants you do do what you had wanted to do in the first place, maybe even more, and he is waiting for you to do exactly that.

[PERCEPTION - easy: success] His pupils are still blown wide, and you think he looks even more excited now that you're much closer to his body, like he has a kink of his own that's about to get pleased. It makes something hot and sharp rush down your spine, pooling in the pit of your stomach, bleeding into your groin.

There's no space for any embarassment to linger anymore. It would only be in the way, and neither of you want this moment to come to an end before it has even started to begin with.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - medium: success] Touch him. Just touch him.

Your hand, currently resting on the upper part of your partner's stomach, moves on its own accord - sliding along soft, milky skin, not a single imperfection decorating the tissue. You can feel tiny, invisible hairs trailing along your palm as you do, the pressure of Kim's chest against your hand as he inhales, and it only takes a few seconds for your digits to stretch around the contours of the Lieutenant's right pectoral muscle.

You hold it like you would hold a woman's breast, yet it feels different. More firm, more toned, but still a bit squishy - and you actually enjoy the sensation of it just as much, if not even more.

[PERCEPTION] Since your green eyes are still focused on the other man's own, unable to tear away just yet, you are able to see Kim swallow - his adams apple bobs quite violently, lips closing for a second before falling back open, displaying those white teeth again as air flows freely in and out of his lungs. Eyes still wide, brows lifted in pure anticipation.

[EMPATHY] You breathe the same air as he does. You belong together.

[COMPOSURE] This turned sappy pretty fast - it was all about the Lieutenant's nipple minutes ago, and now you feel like your chest is exploding with all those emotions that start to roam freely within your existence.

[AUTHORITY] A true romantic, as said.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY - medium: success] Uh-huh. Back to the nipple action.

Your thumb is the most curious of your fingers - it slides up along the muscle, slowly, steadily, before it comes into contact with the much softer, more delicate pink skin waiting to be caressed. You let the pad of your finger roll over it, testing the waters, feeling it harden almost immediately, pebbling just as nicely as you had hoped it would.

[PERCEPTION] Kim inhales softly at the touch - you can not only hear but also see it, with your irises still unable to look away from the other's own.

It's mesmerizing, oddly intimate somehow, holding that stare while touching him like this. It forces Kim to open up in a way, though he obviously fights hard with his own composure, trying to keep his shit together as much as he had been expecting it from you in front of that hanging corpse.

Bad, bad moment to think about the hanging corpse. Let's not do that one now.

You really want to see Kim Kitsuragi's composure crumble and break away instead.

[EMPATHY] And if he could, he would be blushing already - the tips of his ears are pink by now, indicating that he's affected by what is happening to him. You looking so intendedly into his eyes surely plays a big role in the whole of it.

You continue to tease the nipple - rolling it beneath your tumb, giving the right side of his chest a squeeze as your whole hand now joins the fun to explore. Your palm slides over it, enjoying the sensation of naked skin against your own, and you can feel goosebumps appearing all over where you're touching the man. You even dare to give that nub a slight roll between your thumb and forefinger then, twirling it, flicking it gently with the tips of your digits.

[PERCEPTION] The Lieutenant's expression has changed in the process. He is unable to keep his act up as well as he would like to, you are sure about that. His lips actually tremble, his breaths come quicker than before, with some of them almost sounding like a soft sigh as the dark pools of his eyes become somewhat heavy-lidded... He is still not losing as much of his composure as you would like him to, but you're getting there.

[EMPATHY] Kim is really, really enjoying this. He's deeply into it, you can tell, despite him trying hard to keep his cool.

[LOGIC] Maybe he really got his own kink going on there?

Your fingers continue to play with the hardened flesh, and as much as you love to keep staring into the Lieutenant's face like that, you're also curious about the look of that bundle of nerves at this very moment. You haven't even seen it standing all hard and proud yet, and you're just a simple man, after all.

It takes you a second or two, but then you actually manage to tear your green eyes away from the molten chocolate above you, allowing your gaze to focus on what you're currently fondling with your hand instead.

[PERCEPTION] The pink skin looks flushed, even deeper than before due to you messing around with it so much. It's still very cute, but also quite sexy.

Having looked away from his eyes - caused that intense connection to break - the Lieutenant literally deflates beneath your hand. Holding up that stoic expression must have been rather exhausting, and he almost seems to be relieved that he's not being watched this intensely anymore.

[EMPATHY] It's Kim's pride. He isn't ready to fully show his sexy-face to you just yet - and let go of some of it in return.

Maybe he will if you continue to touch him like that, though.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - medium: success] If one continue to play with certain parts of a body for long enough, they will become even more sensitive due to the constant stimulation, you know that much. You are actually counting on that as you continue to tease, twirl and rub, and your brain manages to make you follow up all those motions with another one you haven't done before: A pinch.

[EMPATHY] You may have applied a bit too much force there - it looked slightly painful, not gonna lie.

Kim, however, reacts beautifully to the surprise stimuli to his nipple. You can hear an audible gasp escaping him as his spine twitches, causing him to jerk briefly, his fingers to curl into the strands of your hair instead of simply lingering against your head. A sharp inhale follows right after - he definitely feels some of the pain - but the intaken air escapes him only seconds after with a hint of sound to it, borderline close to an actual moan, but very quiet.

That goes straight to your dick again - you are painfully hard at this point. You probably have never been this hard while playing with someone else's nipples. This is a first, and it's beyond exciting.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - legendary: success] It feels as if the Lieutenant's positive response opens some kind of flood gate within your head - because you suddenly feel much more confident with what you are actually doing, and your hand trails over to the left, neglected side of Kim's chest to give that other nub a bit of attention as well. It's also hard, but probably not as sore.

The mattress bounces a bit as the Lieutenant lets his head fall back against the pillow - he must have continued to look at you even after you'd turned your attention away from his dark eyes - and you swear you can hear him mumble something. Maybe it's just a sound filled with pleasure, nothing that he actually wants to bring across, but it sure does not express any kind of discomfort. If anything, it's the exact opposite.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - medium: success] Time to bring in your mouth now.

Even though you have never really done this before on a man - at least not as far as you can remember - you still know how to operate this machine. The physique may be slightly different, but the method is the same, and your muscle memory doesn't disappoint you once you lean down to place a kiss in top of that abused nipple; Kim's right one. You don't even wait for any kind of reaction, for him to do something, but open your lips instead to wrap them around the little bud, sucking almost sweetly before the flat of your tongue swipes a wet stripe across the whole of the areola.

The moan that escapes the legendary Kim Kitsuragi's mouth is borderline obscene, and it's so sudden and so deep that it shakes you to the very core, causes your cock to bounce against the sheets, straining within those hideous briefs you're sporting. It seems to not have startled just you, but the Lieutenant as well, as you can feel his slim frame tensing immediately after he's filled the room with the sound of his smooth voice.

[EMPATHY] He's embarassed. He probably did not want that to escape him so vigorously.

But it's exactly what you wanted to happen, and if you weren't such an old man, you might have shot your load from that sound alone.

[AUTHORITY] You apparently do not only have a nipple-kink, but also a voice-kink lingering somewhere within your brain.

[ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN] It's a Kim Kitsuragi kink, plain and simple.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY - legendary: success] Don't give him a break, by the way - go on, make him crumble.

And you do just that. You cannot stop yourself from sighing as you bring your lips back to that nipple, sucking in earnest now, with your hand performing some magic tricks on the left one simultaneously. You've never been a good multi-tasker, but you're really outdoing yourself here - able to use the tip of your tongue to swirl around the bud while you keep flicking and pinching the other with your digits. It's impressive, and you're sure that Kim would actually think the same if he weren't so... well, busy.

[PERCEPTION] Speaking of which, the Lieutenant actually squirms beneath your touch now. You can hear him breathing harder and even faster than before, switching between doing such through his lips and his nose. His fingertips and blunt nails are digging into your scalp, tugging on your hair, but you really couldn't care less - if anything, you welcome it, enjoy how you manage to even bring Kim this far, make him lose his composure to such a degree.

[COMPOSURE] That's a real ego boost right there. You can still do it, old man! Look at you go!

"...---Fuuuuck."

Oh. Oooh, here comes the swearing. It was actually another moan, just expressed differently.

You love when he does that.

You also really love it that he's doing it right now.

"... Detec---... - Harry!... Oh fucking..-- shit---"

Oh-fucking-shit-what, huh?

[EMPATHY] Definitely something. Something good, you are sure about that. It feels a little as if the Lieutenant has given up on keeping himself quiet at this point - while he still tries to keep his mouth shut, breathing harshly through his - undoubtedly - flared nostrils, he's still making a lot of noise. He moans, he sighs, he gasps, and you think you even heard a pleased whimper in between, but you cannot tell for sure.

You're feeling as if you're on some kind of outerworldly drug - even without touching your own dick, you experience a certain kind of high that's unfamiliar to you, but pushes you further and further along. You even bring your teeth in now, carefully of course, apply the gentlest of nips to Kim's irritated flesh while your fingernails scrape along the left areola, massaging circles into the tissue. You are definitely moaning as well - your voice is distinctively more gravelly than your partner's own - but that really is not something to be worried about at this point of the morning.

... Your neighbors will definitely need a cigarette after this as well - those sinful noises slipping out of Kim Kitsuragi's lips are impossible to ignore, and so devastatingly erotic that they should be able to drop everyone's panties on the spot.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] He's so, so cool. But also so, so sexy.

[AUTHORITY] Just so you know, there's still no explanation for how you actually managed to land a move on him. He's so far out of your league, it's almost impossible to even measure the distance.

But here he is, moaning and writhing beneath your mouth, tongue, teeth and fingers. YOUR mouth. YOUR tongue. YOUR teeth. YOUR fingers.

[EMPATHY] He's probably aching, by the way. A hand around his cock should probably do the trick.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] But on the other hand... how far can you actually push him? Is it possible for someone - and especially a man - to come through nipple stimulation alone?

[ENCYCLOPEDIA - legendary: success] Research indicates that non-genital orgasms are possible. And scientific evidence confirms that stimulating the breasts, chest, and nipples specifically can lead to sexual pleasure and an orgasm. Also, a study found that stimulating the nipples can activate the same part of the brain that genital stimulation activates, the genital sensory cortex. Orgasms are a complex experience that involve multiple factors, such as nerve stimulation, rhythmic sexual acts and emotional connectedness. Nipples contain hundreds of nerves, making them sensitive. Evidence confirms that these nerves play a role in arousal and orgasm for both males and females.

[ENCYCLOPEDIA] Long story short - it could be possible. You have to find out, it seems.

One thing is certain - Kim's free hand did not move toward his own crotch just yet. You can see it out of the corner of your eye, holding onto the bedsheets like they're his only lifeline, creating folds and wrinkles in the fabric. But it trembles, and his fingers curl and uncurl rhythmically.

[EMPATHY] The Lieutenant is definitely thinking about it.

That lithe frame beneath you shivers - it jerks, it twitches, and your mouth creates wet sounds that are almost as obscene as Kim's moans are. You feel the overwhelming need to look at your partner again, as you want to see his expression, want to know what it looks like, want to try and take a picture of it with your eyes so you can save it into the sorry remains of your brain and keep looking at it whenever you want to.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - easy: success] It means you have to let go of that nipple, though. But you could use your other hand to stimulate it.

Deciding that this is a good idea, you actually allow yourself to suck on that tortured bundle of nerves for one last time - creating a filthy noise as you let go of it, something akin to a moist 'pop!' that cuts through the air like a sharp scalpel, reaching both of your ears. Your green eyes need a moment to focus and you blink - but then you shift a little yourself, letting your previously unused hand to find its place on the newly freed pectoral muscle as your head tilts up to allow you to take a peek at that image beneath your bulky existence.

You were not prepared to see what you're actually seeing. It's actually so much more than you expected, and you don't really know how to even process all of this.

[PERCEPTION - heroic: success] Take a breath, get your shit together and look.

[PERCEPTION] Kim looks positively debauched, there really is no other word existing to describe his features more properly. He is sweating, causing small droplets of liquid to trail along his temples, his sharp cheekbones, his neck, and his black short hair is sticking partially to his forehead. His brows are knitted, glasses barely holding onto his nose and ears... which are flushed in deep hues of red, as is his throat, his shoulders and his chest.

... And his cheeks.

Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi, unable to blush properly, is actually... blushing.

That's new. But certainly not unwelcomed.

[PERCEPTION] His eyes are closed, and his expression shifts between exhaustion, tension and utter bliss. His lips are swollen, especially the bottom one, most likely due to him having chewed on them within the last minutes, and his nostrils are as flared as you have imagined them to be.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] To you, he is the literal epitome of arousal. He is everything you want to see, hear and feel, and presses all your internal buttons at the same time. He is sex on legs. He is the hottest thing you have ever laid your eyes upon, and that view of his face burns itself into the deepest corner of your mind to be saved for an eternity. Sure, he may not be in his twenties anymore and one can see that, but neither are you.

He definitely didn't look like this when you jerked him off five hours ago.

[EMPATHY] His eyes snap open all of a sudden, while you keep taking in the sight, and meet your own. He's realized you're staring at him again, and you're sure that his pride is trying violently to escape the situation in one way or another. If he could, he would put that unfazed expression back onto his features, but there is no way for him to do that - he literally can't control himself at this stage, and you can detect that sliver of defeat bleeding through the dark of his eyes.

[EMPATHY] Kim has accepted his fate, knows you're seeing him like this, and he actually doesn't even give a fuck anymore about it.

"...Harry."

[EMPATHY] There's authority lingering in the deep tone of his voice, even through he's currently experiencing a special kind of bliss. It almost sounds like he's expecing something, accompanied by him knitting his brows a bit more as he stares up into your green irises.

Your name breathed out like that in between moans and gasps sounds like a sin itself, and you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

[COMPOSURE - challenging: success] You really want to say something.

"... Fuck, Kim..."

You actually manage to get your brain and your mouth to behave. That's almost as impressive as you multi-tasking earlier.

"Fuck, you're ... you're so hot!"

No shit, Sherlock. The Lieutenant doesn't seem to mind, however.

You're both too far gone. Things that would normally not do the trick are working just fine now, only add to the sticky, hot feeling surrounding both of you, the stuffy air of the room, the heat that reminds you of a late summer night in the middle of July.

"---You're the fucking hottest man... the sexiest... the prettiest... so, so beautiful!"

[EMPATHY] Kim blinks at that, takes more breaths through his mouth, exhales through his nose. He looks tense, he looks like he needs something - and while you could give it to him by touching his undoubtedly aching cock, some part inside of you wants to succeed at making him come like this. Come undone by your hands (and mouth) alone on his chest, torturing his nipples.

"... Harry, I - fuck, Harry, I can't -"

[EMPATHY] He can't, he's trying to tell you this. His skin glistens in the dim light of your room, his fingers hold onto your hair like they're a rope, made to withstand his strength, while his free hand helplessly starts to palm your upper, right arm. He squeezes the muscles there, tugs on the skin with his fingernails, and the desperation written into those chocolate colored eyes is practically screaming up at you by this time.

[AUTHORITY] He can, you are sure about it. He just needs to let go. He needs to give up on that last bit of pride that wants him to keep his shit together...

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - godly: success] Help him.

Your fingers keep playing with his chest - massage his pecs, squeeze his nipples, pinch and tug on them - as you lean down. Further and further until your noses are almost touching, your breaths mingling together, the scent of musk, chestnuts and pine needles filling each and every pore of your existence. The Lieutenant is so close now that you can't really see him anymore, would need to get cross-eyed for it to work, and his moans start to sound intimate as the two of you linger like this for a little while, drinking in each other's closeness.

Your own, aching cock rubs against the side of his hip as you do, delighted about every bit of friction it can get. It's impossible for you to stop your hips from doing it, but both of you don't even care about it in any shape or form.

"Kim."

[EMPATHY] Your throat feels dry, and so does your partner's. His eyes are as heavy-lidded as they can be, dark irises made of precious ink gazing at you through his foggy glasses. His moans and outright needy whimpers turn into a prayer - and you are the one who kneels in front of them, ready to worship, ready to love, ready to give your partner whatever he needs.

If he asked you to jump off a cliff, you would do so without hesitation.

And Kim would do the same - he would jump for you, he would fight for you, and he would outright die for you if that's what you wished for.

[AUTHORITY] You are absolutely sure about that. In fact, you have never been more sure about any other thing in your entire life.

"... ---Come for me, Kim."

That whisper has barely left your lips when you give his poor, abused nipples another pinch, another tug while you tilt your head and press your lips together. The kiss is soft but also a little clumsy - neither of you has enough coordination left to stop your teeth from clashing together, your skin from getting trapped in between, but you both don't even care about it. Mouths open up on their own, allow tongues to slide and slip along each other's tissue, to explore rows of teeth and the taste who you are.

And Kim Kitsuragi actually comes.

His body is finally letting go, that taut bow-string snapping in half, tension and pride dissolving into thin air as the Lieutenant moans shamelessly into your willing mouth. He's twitching again before going rigid for a moment, and his fingers are definitely pulling out a few strands of your hair while the others dig welts into your biceps in the process. He arches up from the mattress soon after, gulping down oxygen as well as your own exhales like he is choking on his climax, and your own vision is interrupted by the blinding white of something before the world comes back into focus.

Kim experiences utter satisfaction - and you are the reason that he shoots his load like that.

Into his briefs.

Untouched.

[AUTHORITY - godly: success] Very impressive, Harry - no one actually expected that to happen!

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY - godly: success] You still got it. Your old ass still fucking got it.

Moans turn into soft sounds of something indefinable, something exhausted, something happy as the Lieutenant slowly comes down from his high. Your lips have separated in the process, barely touching as your breaths continue to sink into each other's lungs rhythmically, and Kim's whole body goes limp soon after, melting against the moist sheets. You are actually gazing into each other's eyes at that moment - with those impossibly deep brown ones peeking through heavy eyelids up at your own brighter eyes, pure satisfaction written into them.

You realize that your own underwear feels sticky and cools down significantly as the seconds pass by, as well as your dick going flaccid.

[COMPOSURE] You have actually come by rutting against your partner's hips while seeing him go through his own climax. That's new.

... It makes you feel like you're a teenager all over again - even though that time has been long, long gone by now. You're an old man instead, and you have caused a lot of damage to your system - but somehow that fact doesn't even hurt as much anymore as you see the faintest movement tug on the corners of the Lieutenant's mouth, with his lips stretching into the warmest smile you have witnessed in a very long while soon after.

It feels like as if the sun itself has manifested into Kim's existence, shining down onto your middle-aged features, soaking the whole of your being with an emotion that causes your chest to fill with deep comfort and love.

[HAND/EYE COORDINATION - easy: success] You lean down to kiss him once more - but not out of desire. It's something else instead, something much more intimate, more important, and your partner embraces the touch by reciprocating the kiss with just as much emotion.

You even stay like that for a little while, simply basking in the afterglow of what has started out as something terribly awkward, but managed to turn into something exceptionally satisfying.

Only after what feels like a small eternity your lips let go of each other once more, tongues untangling from their connection. You swallow, your hands slowly smoothing over the slim of Kim's upper body before slipping off of him, with your body rolling over onto its side again, facing the Lieutenant, allowing your head to rest against his side.

Kim actually corrects the placement of his glasses as you do, shifting a little to get more comfortable against the pillow pressing up to his neck, his toned but lithe arm wrapping around your much wider shoulders a second later. His fingertips trail along your biceps, tracing the contours of it, a lovely gesture of affection you gladly accept - with the thicker digits of your own right hand placing themselves onto the man's belly, right next to his navel, in return.

[AUTHORITY] You actually want to ask him about the whole thing. You need to know, need to talk about him coming untouched. It's important information, after all.

[COMPOSURE - medium: success] Allowing your brain to take another second to find back into reality, you push yourself to open your mouth, force your tongue to cooperate as you take a small breath. It is enough for Kim to realize what is about to happen - you can feel his frame tensing ever so slightly against the curves of your own.

"...Uhm, Kim? Did I actually manage to make you come like that - just by... well..."

[PERCEPTION] You crane your neck, just so that you can gaze up at the Lieutenant's features. His expression has returned to its usual self, a little stoic, a little unfazed, though there is something else going on while as he avoids your eyes, staring against the ceiling fan instead.

[EMPATHY] Embarassment. He definitely feels awkward and a little shy about it.

"By assaulting my nipples, yes.", he comments drily, unamused. A little like he cannot really believe you even think of asking such a blatantly obvious question, as he knows he must have offered you quite the show in the process of him coming undone like that.

[PERCEPTION] His ears are turning pink again - he is blushing, like before, but in his own, very unique way. The rest of his skin is still tinted in shades of red from exhaustion, it's hard to tell whether his cheeks are coloring in as well or not.

You suppose they don't - that rare display of a full-face-blush had been a one-of-a-kind thing, specifically reserved for situations like the one you two have just experienced together.

"... Okay. Cool."

...

"So, that means you have very sensitive ones."

[PERCEPTION] A muscle in Kim's face twitches - you can literally see him swallowing down the urge to throw a "Well deduced, Captain obious." at you. He takes another, deep breath instead, like he just accepts his fate, eyes closing in a slow blink before slipping back open. The brown of his irises finally flick down to meet your own then, accompanied by the lift of a single brow.

[AUTHORITY] The eyebrow-lift does not have much of an effect on you, however - you suppose it's not the Lieutenant's infamous brow of authority. It's a different kind of brow.

"...---That is correct."

"Is it a kink of yours, then? Getting your nipples played with?"

[EMPATHY] The way Kim rolls his eyes tell that he scolds himself for not having expected this to happen - but at the same time he's just so utterly familiar with your antics that nothing shocks him quite as much anymore as it has done weeks ago. His free hand moves to adjust his glasses a second time - a motion that is completely unnecessary, just there to waste some time, like a ... displacement activity often seen in animals - becore he glances back down at you, almost looking a little... amused, now.

But just a little. Not too much. Kim Kitsuragi has his shit together, after all.

"Do I need to remind you, detective, that you were the one pushing up my shirt while I was asleep, just so you could take a look at them? Possibly touch them without me even knowing about it?"

[VOLITION] That is absolutely correct, and the merciless truth of it does feel like a punch right into your guts once again. You actually did all of this without even asking for his consent, and the thought of it makes you feel incredibly guilty all of a sudden.

[AUTHORITY] Kim was into this. No need to apologize.

[VOLITION - challenging: success] But you didn't know he was, right? You should have asked him about it before doing things to him.

"... Yeah, - fuck, Kim, look, I'm---"

The Lieutenant's fingers reach your lips before you manage to finish your sentence - the pads of his digits linger against your mouth, a gesture that makes you go silent immediately as his warm, dark eyes continue to gaze down at you.

[EMPATHY] He doesn't look angry, all things considered - his expression has turned soft instead, and you can see that he acknowledges your attempt on setting things right. He is aware of that familiar sensation tugging on your own self, that mentioned guilt, and that's probably all he needs to see.

[EMPATHY] He doesn't want you to apologize. He wanted to tease you, that's all.

"Now, now, Harry - we both did enjoy ourselves, after all. ... ---Besides, I have been awake the whole time. I could have stopped you from even lifting up my top if I hadn't felt... intriguied by your..."

He hesitates for a second, a hint of a lopsided smirk pushing up the left corner of his mouth.

"... Bold urge to explore. However, I did not."

[LOGIC - legendary: failure] Kim had appeared so relaxed, quiet and peaceful back then, you could have sworn he'd been asleep when you first made the decision to even look at him - yet he tells otherwise, and something within you actually stops you from trying to figure out whether he is lying or not.

[EMPATHY] He speaks a truth he wants the both of you to accept - without question and without doubt.

There is little you can do besides nodding, and it prompts your partner's fingers to comb through your facial hair, those hideous mutton chops - similar to him combing through your hair earlier, just at another part of your body. He twirls a few strands around his fingers before letting go, with his slender hand pulling back to place itself onto the other side of his navel - where your meaty digits are not.

You feel utterly comfortable, mellow even - could stay here for forever, just like this, with your head resting against Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi's right colarbone, listening to his breathing, his heartbeat and his deep, smooth voice for the rest of your life.

[AUTHORITY] He didn't answer your question just yet, though.

[AUTHORITY - medium: success] How about you ask him again?

There is a literal hint of a pout forming on your own face - you can feel it happening - as you peek up at the man, doing your best impression of human puppy eyes while you let a few additional seconds of silence go to waste. It prepares Kim for whatever question is to follow, and it only seems to fuel his lingering amusement.

[EMPATHY] He has a really, really hard time stopping himself from smiling at the ridiculous sight of an old man trying to look cute.

"...But... is it? You know, the, uh..."

"I'll spare you another twenty-hour mind project, detective."

A pregnant pause follows - Kim takes it with intent, and you swear you can see him biting down onto his tongue to make him keep his cool, even though you do not posess x-ray vision at this point of your life.

"...---So, yes, it is a kink of mine. And I'm even going as far as to tell you another secret, detective: No one has managed to make me orgasm purely by ...fondling my chest before. I hope that sates most of your ever-hungry curiosity about me as a person - at least for now."

That's actually so much more than you had wanted to know. You didn't even ask Kim to tell you another of his many secrets! He just opened up about it on the spot, all by himself! Maybe that means he will tell you even more if you only...---

"No."

[EMPATHY] No. He won't. Absolutely not. You definitely got enough candy for today - the Lieutenant is not going to spoil you any further.

That's okay, though. You probably haven't felt this happy in quite a while, after all - decades, perhaps - and you simply decide to let your body soak inside the warmth embrace of another man for a bit longer. It's another way of spoiling yourself - because this means so much more to you than anything else ever could.

[AUTHORITY] One day, you will know all of your partner's secrets. Every single one of them. You will kiss him breathless as he whispers them against your lips, and you will drink them up greedily like the thirsty man you are.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY] Thirsty for love and affection.

"... You said we both were having fun, right? So, how do you know that I actually came as well?"

You wiggle your eyebrows - and that actually makes Kim laugh now. It's a full, hearty kind of laugh that shakes the whole of his body, even causes your own frame to move with the force of it.

That laugh is probably the most beautiful one you have ever heard up until this day.

[ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN] Kim Kitsuragi kink at full force.

[PERCEPTION] Kim shakes his head, his eyes returning to gaze down at the green ones that belong to you once more - white teeth on display as his lips are still stretched into a wide grin, one that nearly splits his face in half at this point. The ceiling fan above him turns lazily, like a spinning halo, making him appear almost angelic in his existence.

"...I felt my hip and side getting wet, detective. A warm kind of wet. In fact, I can still feel it now, with the difference of it having hardened and crusted because to us chatting along like this."

[EMPATHY] Kim desperately wants to take a shower, you can tell. His brows are knitting ever so slightly as his grin turns back into a somewhat more collected smile.

"We should really get up and wash all of that off. I'm not exactly fond of my underwear feeling the way it does right now."

It's your turn to laugh now - and it causes your partner's smile to widen once more, filled with something that makes you feel...

... At home.