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Shuichi is clingy.
Kokichi never would have guessed! If you’d asked him to rate all of his classmates on his scale of Tits Iruma ‘will cling to your arm and press her smelly breasts all over you and literally suffocate you’ to Ass Harukawa ‘do not touch me or I will murder you and make sure no one can find your corpse,’ he would’ve placed Shuichi at a solid ‘I’m touch-starved so I’ll accept any affection thrust (haha thrust) upon me but under no circumstances will I go searching for physical affection of my own accord.’ A good middle ground. If his reluctant, flustered acceptance of Kokichi hanging off of him like a koala at any given opportunity was anything to base his ranking off of, he was confident in his placement!
He was wrong. He was so terribly wrong.
Shuichi was not in fact at ‘I’ll accept affection but won’t go looking for it’ on his scale. Rather, in reality, he was way past Miu on his scale—something he didn’t think was even possible—at an unshakeable ‘if you try and escape my cuddles I will pin you in place so you cannot move and you are forced to accept my affection.’
And that’s exactly where he was. He was trapped under his boyfriend, practically pinned down by his entire bodyweight after several previous failed attempts to get up. The thing is, Shuichi wasn’t even asleep! Every time Kokichi attempted to persuade him to get up, he just responded with low grunts and incomprehensible grumbles against his skin. And though he’d never admit it, that only resulted in him getting flustered because Jesus Christ Shuichi’s bare body is literally draped over his own and he’s holding onto him like a kid with their favorite candy bar—a death grip. ‘ Do not touch, can and will bite your fingers off. Mine.’
“Hey, Shuichi,” he hissed, squeezing a hand free from the iron grasp to shove his shoulder. Shuichi limply wobbled like a weighted yoga ball. “Get up, lazybutt. We’re going out with Momoron and Kaeidiot, aren’t we?”
“ I don’t careeeee, ” Shuichi whined, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Kokichi’s neck. The tickle of his breath threw Kokichi straight back into his heated, blushing embarrassment. “Wanna stay here with you…”
“Ah, has the day arrived?!” he tried brushing off the heat rising to his face. “Is my beloved finally ditching his dumb friends for me?”
“Mhm.” What. That’s not how he was supposed to respond. He was supposed to say something like ‘they aren’t dumb, Kokichi,’ not just agree with whatever he said!
“Geez…” He muttered, shifting more comfortably in Shuichi’s arms, prying his other arm free to run his fingers through Shuichi’s sweaty black-blue hair. “I sound like some manipulative douchebag when you put it like that.” He could feel Shuichi’s lips turn downward against his skin, and for the first time that entire morning, he finally rose his head to look him in the eye.
“You aren’t manipulative,” he murmured quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. Though he was frowning, Kokichi couldn’t help but quirk a smile at seeing his face. He was finally able to see that glimmering pale gold that he loved and his long fluttering eyelashes—! Aaaand nope, he was burying his face right back into his neck, this time at the front of Kokichi’s throat, lazily nipping at skin.
“What’s up with you?” He couldn’t help but let worry slip into his voice, despite asking the question with a lighthearted tone. “Are you, like, okay? You aren’t normally very touchy, even when we’re doing the do, y’know?”
“Always want to,” he grumbled, moving to scatter kisses all across any spanse of skin he could reach. “Too scared…”
“Scared? Why?”
“Jus’ nervous… I know I don’ do it a lot, but I like holding you in front of people.”
Kokichi laughed airly, trying to ignore how his admission sent butterflies fluttering against his ribcage. “Possessive much?” Shuichi bit him in response, harder than the previous nibbles “Ow! Geez, people are gonna think you choked me or something. Seriously, we’re gonna be late. Not like I care about those dummies, but you’re usually freaking out about being late all the time.” Shuichi huffed. Then, laying his head on Kokichi’s chest, he puffed out his bottom lip with begging eyes.
“I just want to spend time with you,” he pleaded, lightly tracing shapes into his chest with his fingers before switching to use his nails. It wasn’t hard enough to actually hurt, but the tingle paired with the look Shuichi was giving him made him shiver. “Is that too much to ask…?”
Kokichi playfully scoffed and pushed his face away with his palm, earning a startled yelp muffled by his hand. “Quit it, puppy eyes are my thing.” Shuichi laughed gruffly, practically his whole body shaking with the sound deep like thunder. Kokichi really needed to start getting up earlier if it meant he got to see and hear Shuichi like this more often… Damn him for always sleeping in late.
Shuichi had shifted almost entirely towering above Kokichi, now— when did that happen?? —with his forearms on either side of his head and both of their legs caged between one another as well as the tangled sheets. “What will it take for me to get you to stay?” he muttered, pressing long, slow kisses trailing from his shoulder, to his collarbone, up his neck, down the spanse of his jaw… before placing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then returning to his neck. Tease.
“Maybe a continuation of last night?” Kokichi joked, seeing how Shuichi was already biting on him like a hungry animal. Again, since sleepy, clingy Shuichi apparently loves catching him off guard, Kokichi wasn’t expecting for him without any hesitation to say,
“Okay.”
“I was j-jok ing, ” his sentence trailed off into a broken moan when one of Shuichi’s hands slipped under the blankets to squeeze his ass, and he sucked a hickey where his pulse was. Like putty in his hands.
“Mmh… do you want to, though?” He swears those deft fingers of his were going to be the death of him. Actually the detective in general, probably. Shuichi and his messy bed hair, drowsy eyes, deep morning voice, and drowsy eyes gazing at him as if he were the most precious thing in the world… one of these days his heart will simply explode.
But if it’s Shuichi… he can’t find it in himself to mind.
“Shuichi is too sleepy to get out of bed but he’s awake enough to get it up?” Yet again, three for three, his attempt at teasing fails because Shuichi… oh, his dear, darling, beloved Shuichi says,
“I’m never too tired to love you.”
“Dawww, my beloved’s such a sappy dummy,” he cooed, cupping his face and pulling him down for a gross morning-breath kiss—he really couldn’t care less about the morning breath, he’d kiss Shuichi anytime, anywhere—in an attempt to hide how his love-filled words make him weak to his knees shaking. Shuichi must pick up on it anyways, because he places a hand over Kokichi’s and runs his thumb over his knuckles, softening the kiss.
“Only for you, my beloved. ” Shuichi grinned against his lips, pulling away to kiss the tip of his nose before again showering him in light pecks everywhere across his face. “So? Will you allow me the honor of cherishing you?”
And… well, even if they were going to be late, how could he object to that?