Pieces of heat

      Edgar laughed, unable to protest—although he really wanted to go to bed. It was cute; in fact, he was more than happy to cuddle for as long as Rampo wanted. He ran his fingers through his soft hair. — Good, good. I'll stay. Not only because I love you, but also because you're so cute. But I expect to be compensated.       Rampo looked at him with a little interest, in fact, he was really interested in his boyfriend's words. He shifted slightly, looking for a more comfortable position for himself. After all, he liked to cuddle with maximum comfort for himself. And sometimes it seemed a little selfish, but he knew that only his boyfriend really liked it. Besides, at this hour of the night they should have gone to bed long ago. He had already guessed about the compromise, but he was more interested in hearing it from his boyfriend. It's more convenient or something like that. He asked him curiously — And what is the point?       The writer's grin returned, and he looked at him through half-closed eyes. Despite being held too tightly, there was no power struggle here. It wasn't a battle for control. Instead, it was their usual game. — Since you insist on hugging me so tightly, my reward is kisses. you have to kiss me now.       A cheeky grin appeared on his face as he watched his reaction. At least today he can afford to be playful. — And if you don't... I won't hug anymore.       He teased, pretending to move away.       Rampo frowned resentfully, if this was a game, then he was in no way going to lose. He snuggled closer to him than he should, more than just playfully, and hugged him. Now he didn't give him a chance. It was just part of his game, the rules of which he took seriously. He didn't hesitate until he brought his face close to his boyfriend's. Oh, he could feel what would happen to that cute face, because his boyfriend, despite the playful mood, is so shy. Although there are exceptions to the rules. He awkwardly pressed his lips to his lips, kissing him gently.       The writer's eyes widened, and his face took on a reddish hue. He had planned to use his threat to get the detective to move, but he hadn't planned in the slightest for the detective to kiss him like this. Even though it was awkward, his boyfriend's kiss was enough to make his heart skip a beat.       Edgar giggled awkwardly and blushed as he bent down to kiss Rampo back, now with more confidence than before. He didn't want to let him win.       Rampo immediately understood his boyfriend's intentions, he didn't want to lose to him, even if it was just a kiss. What to do, he liked to be the first in many cases. That's why he didn't back down when he felt his boyfriend kissing him back. In fact, it only made the game more interesting. He leaned forward a little, deepening the kiss. It was just driving him crazy. He unconsciously stroked his hair, as if encouraging him. For a moment, he wanted to take in more air, but he wasn't going to tear himself away from it. What he didn't like was losing.       Time itself seemed to have stopped. This moment belonged only to them. Nothing and no one else mattered right now. He wanted to remember it as long as possible. As he was kissing him, his hands started moving under Rampo's shirt. Too brazen, but chaste.       Rampo shuddered slightly when he felt these touches on himself, he wasn't going to stop him. But it was getting a little hard to ignore. It was a pretty brazen move, because now he was torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to touch him. Although he decided to combine all this. Continuing to kiss him, he slowly slipped his hands under his boyfriend's shirt. If his boyfriend allowed himself to be arrogant, then he can afford it. The skin was very warm to the touch. But it would be boring to just touch it. He started tickling him.       Even though Edgar was caught off guard by the sudden tickling, he immediately started grinning idiotically as he received a small portion of revenge. He kept kissing ranpo, but also started tickling him. At first, he started by simply running his fingers over his ribs, watching his reaction. The detective's sides were thin. However, he soon became more aggressive and decided to grab him and pinch him.       While doing all this, he giggled loudly. — That's what I get for trying to be romantic, right?       Rampo chuckled slightly at these words, he had already forgotten that it was just a game. And just compensation. For him, it was almost a competition for the championship. And he wasn't going to back down. If his boyfriend decided to act more straightforwardly, then he will also use such tactics. He continued to tickle him, but this time occasionally pinching the nooks and crannies. Who will be the first to run out of patience? He was counting on it to be his boyfriend. After all, he was more than capable of controlling himself. To distract himself from the kiss for at least a second, he whispered back: — But it's much more fun this way.       Edgar wasn't the type to usually admit defeat, but in the end he just couldn't take it anymore. His boyfriend knew exactly what to touch. to the places that were the most sensitive. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, it was pointless. He sighed heavily and tried to speak, giggling. —I... concede, okay? —he was still a little surprised by his own words, but at the same time he was a little exhausted by all this. He rested his head on Rampo's shoulder, smiling. — I surrender to you.       Rampo made the most contented sound in the world, and gently kissed him on the cheek. In fact, it looked like a consolation prize to the loser, but that's how it was. He didn't doubt his victory for a second. After all, he has no equal in tickling. He snuggled up to him, closing his eyes. And yet he was too tired.