Detective Conan Shinichi/KID(Kaito), Shinichi needs to be in control
Kaito sighed and rolled onto his back. "This isn't working."
It took a moment for the words to penetrate through to Shin'ichi's brain. Then... "What?!" Of course it was working. They were both naked, hard, and lubed. And the kissing and rolling around was good, almost enough to make twisting his wrists out of Kaito's grip feel good too... almost. But everyone said there was something uncomfortable about the first time anyway. Where was the problem?
A toothy grin, Kaito retreating behind Kid's mannerisms. The damned monocle appeared between Kaito's fingers, settling into place. "I said," the lens flashed, hiding one amused eye, "This isn't working." Before Shin'ichi could sputter a denial, he added, "Me criminal. You detective. Do the math." Then he stretched, muscles rippling and his fingers lacing through the headboard, a move that made Shin'ichi's mouth go dry.
Some part of Shin'ichi's brain seemed to still be working, though. It tossed up images of Kid's deft hands curled around iron bars, some trick of the light glinting around his wrists like handcuffs, Kid caught... and arching under him, sweating and begging and surrendering...
Me criminal. You detective. I run, you chase, you catch... if you're lucky.
Well. Maybe Shin'ichi was about to get lucky.
He rolled on top of Kid, pinning the man's wrists to the mattress, and smirked. Much better.