What the hell happened yesterday?

The morning was greeting him with bright sunlight that had casually managed to enter the house through the window, which was only slightly covered by the curtains. Ron felt extremely annoyed by these dang little rays that had decided to shine right into his eyes, which he opened sleepily. Shielding them with his hand, the detective perceived an unprecedented migraine attacking his poor sinful head out of the blue. This and only this was the reason Ron sat up in the bed he had been lying in just now. Hold on. A bed? His eyes widened immediately, when his brain realized that there never had been any bed in his room before. Never ever. After having desperately looked around in that unknown room, he decided to check what that thing in the bed was that he felt lying under the blanket. Ron gulped and raised said blanket a bit, hoping that his suspicion wouldn't come true. And mentally and not only mentally smacked himself upside the head in the next moment upon confirming that, indeed, it had: under the blanket, he found a half-naked Toto (at least he hoped that it was only half), whose entire torso and neck were covered by bites and bright hickeys that were obviously not going to heal within a few hours. The detective almost yelled out loud into his palms that were now pressed to his face. How did they end up like this? And what the hell happened yesterday anyway? Ron's memories were refusing to return to him, even though he wanted them, no, needed them to. And then, suffering from his headache, he finally managed to vaguely remember the previous evening somehow: There had been loud music and some strange bar, where he had met up not only with Toto, but also with a couple of their so-called colleagues and acquaintances. He had forgotten why they had even gathered there in the first place, but that didn't matter right now. A huge amount of alcohol had gone down their throats, even though they had initially planned to content themselves with just one glass, and after the fifth glass of whiskey, everything became even blurrier than it was before. Ron had trouble sorting out the already very fuzzy memories, but it would have been better if he hadn't done it at all, since they started to get clearer and more tangible just now. To such a point that some strange feeling started to develop somewhere in his lower abdomen. He remembered that, while downing the last cup of alcohol, a bad idea had emerged in his mind, an idea he had carried out on the spot by pressing his lips, that still had traces of the unfamiliar bitter drink on them, against the lips of the drunk, but still adorable and also surprised Toto. Ron also remembered the feeling of entering the latter's mouth and exploring it with his tongue. Isshiki had clumsily started to kiss him back, without even trying to pull away, and as they both understood that they couldn't continue that fight any longer, they had broken off the kiss, leaving only a barely noticeable thread of saliva behind that had lasted for exactly two seconds. Ron remembered the grin he had put on back then and how he had licked his lips sensually and picked up the confused and temporarily sobered up Toto into his arms, even though the officer was considerably heavy. The others in the bar had been mostly asleep by now, just the two of them were far too excited for that. Ron had carried Toto away, not even knowing what he was doing himself, until he reached a small sofa and placed the furiously blushing Isshiki there. And after that, something strange had happened: a bunch of hot kisses and neck bites, a taxi drive to Toto's house, and also passionate moans and cries, so clear that Ron seriously started to think about repeating these actions, but then rejected that idea. However, it came back. Suddenly, he perceived some movements by his side, probably provoked by the sunlight as well. Ron looked at the other's sleepy face and put on one of his rare warm smiles. Then he grabbed one strand of Toto's hair that sometimes seemed to be shining like the sun itself to him and started to comb through it slowly, surprised by its softness. This made the other open his eyes, and Ron quickly removed his hand, but it was too late: a pair of surprised eyes, as if made from pure silver, opened wide like plates and were staring at him. Toto's gaze at him revealed that he was probably thinking that all this was nothing but a dream, maybe a good one, maybe not, who knew. However, a few seconds later, he realized that he wasn't dreaming at all, and his face froze in a surprised and at the same time embarrassed expression. Ron found it adorable, and a few thoughts crossed his mind that he wouldn't say out loud. The still dumbfounded Isshiki seemed to try to crawl to the other edge of the bed — or rather the whole universe — away from Ron, but the latter didn't let him, positioning himself over him and pressing the officer's hand against the bed. This made Toto blush even more. The detective couldn't help but feel joy, and put on a satisfied grin, showing that he wasn't regretting that night at all. Then he leaned directly towards the officer's ear. His voice was velvet, yet slightly mocking, when he asked: "Maybe we could repeat what we did last night, what do you think, eh, Toto?" The answer he got was just a suppressed, but still somehow alluring movement of the other's Adam's apple and a soft moan that was the consequence of his hot breath on Toto's ear. Their next actions still happened as if in a fog, but a much clearer one this time, though exactly as passionate as the last one had been. *** "What do you think, will Isshiki finally deign to come to work today?" the angry Amamiya asked her coworkers. "I don't think he could, not after what happened yesterday," said Kiku-san, a bit awkward, and finished his coffee. "And why's that?" she exclaimed furiously, taking a sip from her own cup. "Don't tell me you didn't see how they were kissing," he replied in a nonchalant tone, filled with malice. Amamiya was so shocked, she choked on her coffee and spilled it on a few documents.