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Every day. For two to three hours.

[ let him keep tailgating? no, kogami shifts delicately so that he's beside him, even if jyuto's taller and perfectly capable of getting the upper hand. he picks up on the wallet thing, too, remembering what he'd said earlier, smile widening. ]

Want to come with me? I've got to warn you, it's pretty punishing.

[ There's the answer. ]

I'd like to see it out of my own curiosity. Whether or not I participate is going to depend entirely on if I think it seems like something I'd enjoy. [ It isn't as if Jyuto is unfit, he has a regimen of his own that he sticks to to maintain his own body for work. Still, comparing their sculpts is like apples to oranges. Though similar in height, they have completely different body types. ]

I'm there every morning. I hope you like what you see when you do drop by.

[ it's an open invitation, and when it's their turn, kogami makes the order -- but yes, also lets jyuto pay for his own meal, too; he can't undermine him now, right? kogami's regiment is physically grueling, fueled by his own immovable intent to be faster, stronger, better than he was before, and it can be seen in what he consumes to keep his body in excellent fighting shape. ]

Do you spar?

When I have to. [ Jyuto's eyes briefly study Kogami's arms. ] Are you considering snapping me in half?
[ The question is quipped at him while the two wait for their pizzas to be made. Though he's certain Kogami has him on the physical front of things, Jyuto wonders if he can out maneuver him in a scrap. ]

It might not be a bad idea to practice more often, if I'm honest. There are a lot of people here stronger than the typical lowlife back home, and if I can't use the mic for an advantage in the force, things may get troublesome for me. [ Somewhere along the line, his mic has become somewhat of a crutch, a substitute for battle. ]

It'll be odd not to rely on tricks. [ As he's the type of man to utilize his environment or improvise things that can be used as weapons, the type of man who goes straight for the fingers in the eyes or nose punch in a fight with someone whose well being he doesn't care about. ]

[ kogami's eyes become serious now -- appraising. it's not every day that someone highlights their own weaknesses -- but then again, jyuto isn't just anyone. to assess their own limitations so neutrally is not something just anyone is capable of, and it's another thing kogami comes to appreciate about him. ]

I handled an incredible weapon once, when I was a detective.

[ they find a private booth to sit in while they wait for their pizza. ]

It reads your criminal coefficient. When it decides you are no longer necessary, it becomes powerful enough to blow anyone and anything into chunks. All it takes is for me to pull a trigger.

[ he wielded that kind of terrible power, the weight of it. ] It was called a Dominator. In the face of it, everything else loses.

[ he pauses -- this is not his story, not really. ] I train the way I do to be better than it. [ ultimately, his point: ]

So should you, with your mic. That thing is just as deadly, if not more so.

[ It's the first time he's heard about this weapon. Jyuto had been told about the technologies, and the general reason Kogami had quit working within the force. The details are foggy— it's like Kogami's clearing the road, allowing Jyuto a clearer understanding. ]

You're right. [ He agrees, despite himself. He laces his hands beneath his chin, thinking of how he'll need to make room in his schedule to work in time to train, with or without Kogami. A disturbing but fleeting thought crosses his mind. ]

—The Dominator, you said? What happens if there's a glitch or bug in the system? [ Too reliant on a crutch, it's the same as his mic. Chuo-ku is developing hypnosis cancellers, too. ] If it gets corrupted, I imagine your entire force is screwed unless you have access to other weaponry. [ Jyuto doesn't realize he's assumed their police force's ability to decide for themselves. ]

[ of course jyuto will go immediately to its weaknesses -- of which there are a glaring few. the man is sharp and clever, with a quick mind that can rival his own. kogami studies him briefly, then shrugs. ]

There was. The man I killed -- Makishima. He was criminally asymptomatic. Facing him, the Dominator might as well be a chunk of useless metal.

[ and it was. akane had faced him down alone, and it nearly broke her. he'd killed her friend, and suddenly serving him with one death doesn't seem enough. his jaw tenses, briefly, a familiar lick of anger curling in his chest.

no. he's dead, now. he has been, for a long time. ] It happened, once. Makishima found a way to temporarily circumvent the Sibyl system. The Bureau was crippled for awhile. [ there's a faintest tug at the side of his mouth as he meets his eyes. jyuto grasps the problems so quickly, he knows it's safe to tell him more.

after all, he's the only one who will understand. ]

A man in wearing a helmet Makishima created beat a woman to death in the middle of a crowd. Guess what happened.

The helmet kept the automated protocol from handling him and nothing happened. [ Jyuto has to guess, but he doesn't imagine he's far from the mark. ] There was a bystander effect and the crowd either tried to ignore what was happening so that they weren't beaten next or expected someone else to step in and interfere first, only for no one to do so. [ They're still human, after all. Jyuto's used to seeing that even in his own Japan. It doesn't make it any the less frustrating or disgusting. ]

What a helpless place. Your people won't even do their part in serving their criminals justice. [ They'd only been discussing training. He can see that anger beneath the surface of Kogami's exterior because very little rattles him. It's readable. ]

I'm sorry. We didn't have to talk about this.

[ they were only discussing training, and yet, kogami tells him more about his home -- as if something's unlocked and the memories are tumbling out, as are the myriad little tragedies that has shaped the japan he knows.

perhaps it's because they're both japanese, with a deep, shared love for their country -- maybe it's because he knows jyuto walked away from the law, too, cynical and tainted, understanding what others refuse to see: the law cannot protect people. ]

You don't have to be sorry. I wanted to talk about it.

[ to someone who can see things the way he does, to give form to the thoughts he has. ]

You're right. They only watched. At least, at first. [ their pizzas come together with the sodas, piping hot. he's contemplative, but he knows he's connected with jyuto, too -- that's the disgusted tone of a man who's seen what he's seen, albeit in his own world. ] What were your people like?

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[ Jyuto can’t help but check the pizza boxes for their correct contents out of habit alone. He peels the lids up enough for him to see, and then, when he confirms they’re correct, he pushes them down and shut again. The appetizing smell of mozzarella and tomato tinges the air, but the two of them were going to eat at home in private. ]

Probably not too different than your own. Where there’s me, there’s you. The same goes for criminals like Makishima. There are certain aspects of humanity that will never differ, regardless of the setting they come from. [ Interesting to consider that parallelism. Jyuto smiles tiredly at Kogami, but though he knows they’re similar, he’s coming to realize that his own world may be a lot better off by comparison. Kogami’s dealt with too much. Felt too much. ]

In any case, we should be leaving before our pizza goes cold. I want to see if you’ll seriously manage to eat one entirely by yourself. [ For now, where they come from doesn’t matter anymore. They’ve been granted both an escape and haven in each other’s company, so they should enjoy it while it lasts. ]

Mm.

[ people are the same everywhere, to different degrees -- even the prismals here as well, even if they're worlds away. kogami picks up the pizza boxes and moves to carry them out of the place and on the way back to his.

it's not a long walk, and the cool air is blessedly bracing. he's thoughtful, quiet for a long moment. it's foolish to think that it'll be all that much better in a different world; everyone has their own baggage to carry. so he stays close to jyuto, an escape and haven both.

with the pizza in hand and their recently-purchased camera safe, he really just wants to get home to be with him.

it isn't long before they reach his door, and he opens it to let him in before locking it behind them, and moving to set the pizzas on the dining table. ]

There's beer in the fridge if you'd rather pass on the soda.

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[ They haven't had drinks together before, have they? Come to think of it. Jyuto wonders if he wants to get drunk tonight, toeing his red dress shoes from his feet. His shift isn't so early, but it's still there; he probably shouldn't. ]

I'm fine with soda. [ Truthfully, he'd rather the beer, but they've already been granted the sodas and Jyuto doesn't want them to have been purchased for nothing. Jyuto shoelessly proceeds towards the dining table. ] I can help set out plates, if you'd like me to. Alternatively, we can just hover around the boxes like the animals we really are.

We're definitely animals.

[ kogami smiles now, faintly, as he opens up the pizza boxes. it's still steaming hot, and kogami glances over at them briefly before tugging jyuto over by his sleeve, clearly having come to a decision.

he's stepping closer now, just a touch playful. now that they're really, thankfully alone, kogami can indulge a little. nip at jyuto's heels, so to speak. ]

I'm assuming dessert before dinner is out of the question.

It depends on whether you just want to have a lick of the icing or eat the entire cake. [ Jyuto's speaking in metaphors, of course. His eyes pass to the pizza boxes and soda, before back up to Kogami. He isn't shying away from the touch. The opposite, really. ]

Our pizzas are going to get cold.

Just a slice would do.

[ kogami's not that greedy, but he's not that willing to stop at just a lick of the icing, either, especially when the entire cake that is jyuto iruma is so absolutely delicious. they're peas in a pod, he realises, and when he feels the man lean in kogami presses his lips to the side of his mouth, a hand slipping around his waist. ]

It'll keep for a few minutes.

[ mm. have a good, long, proper kiss now. ]

There's no helping you.

[ Not that Jyuto wants Kogami to change. Two long arms drape over top of Kogami's broad shoulders, and he lets himself melt into the lips against his own, voicing a sigh against them. How good it feels to finally settle in— he didn't pack a change of clothes for tomorrow, but they'll work something out when it's relevant. His day has finally caught up with him, and all he wants to do is have dinner, have sex, shower and then sleep.

They aren't in the museum anymore. Jyuto runs his tongue against Kogami's teeth, deepening what he can of their kiss. He remembers that he wants to touch Kogami's chest too, because of how good it had looked earlier when Kogami tried to come onto him while viewing the exhibit together. His fingers undo a few buttons, and Jyuto's lips curl, trailing his mouth down the front of Kogami's throat. He settles near Kogami's Adam's apple, muffled by his skin. ]

And there's no helping me, either.

No, there isn't.

[ kogami murmurs as he parts his lips to invite his tongue in, openmouthed and shameless, drawing him in before he suckles briefly on his tongue, hands busy pushing jyuto's jacket off his shoulders, hands tracking over that lean, lithe frame.

jyuto isn't the only one hungering for touch, and he leans into the younger man's hands with an encouraging little moan, feeling those buttons loosen. he feels him break the kiss only to trail heated little kisses down his throat, his pulse leaping under the attention. ah, the desire that's only just managed to simmer down is spiking again.

oh, how he wants him. he's nuzzling against him, but tips his head back with a soft sigh, tugging his shirt loose to slide his hands up his back underneath the formal button-up. ]

Off. All of it.

[ Very well. Jyuto has no reason not to comply and he pulls away from Kogami, the stain of his saliva still on his skin. A little breathless from how hungry their kisses got, he needs both hands to efficiently disrobe himself of his shirt. Jyuto watches Kogami as he begins to undress himself like a present to be given. Starting with his tie, expensive fabric gives a high-pitched hiss when Jyuto sets it a side, draping it over the back of one of the chairs at the dining table. His shirt is unbuttoned from the top down, pale flesh exposed when the thin dress shirt falls down his shoulders. He tugs it free, top completely barren of clothing. ]

All of it? [ Kogami sure has an interesting idea of what counts as a slice of cake. Still, Jyuto's gloved hands explore his own body, delving his thumbs into the waist band of his pants and peeling it forward to display some hip bone to the other man. He watches him like he's daring him to indulge. ]

[ there's everything sexy about a man who's half-naked with gloves on, and who apparently has a talent for teasing him. see, when kogami said he wanted a slice of cake, he didn't say how big that slice is, did he?

gray eyes are hungrily tracking every inch of exposed skin, and he moves forward now, closing the distance between them -- jyuto is his gift, gorgeous and sensuous, and his fingers come to hook on his pants, taking him up on that dare to pull them down his hips, thighs, freeing his cock when the briefs go with his pants, too. he's smiling, slow and playful, and follows those pants until he's on his knees before him, coming to level with his cock as he reverently presses a soft kiss to the plump, rounded head. ]

You're taking too long. [ he murmurs playfully. ]

[ Jyuto purrs like a cat stretching after a good nap, content with this unexpected development. His gaze is a warmer one, following Kogami on his way down to service him. The kiss against sensitive pink skin makes Jyuto shudder pleasantly, and his hands move, raking through locks of black hair and pressing his hips forward, slowly but eagerly, closer to Kogami's face. ]

I'm glad. [ Because look what came of it. ] This is the dessert you wanted?
[ Jyuto slides his hand lower, cupping the side of Kogami's jaw so that he can lift his face and see his selfish intent for itself. ]
I think your appetite's been warped into something perverted.

[ oh. firm, he likes that. kogami looks up at him with hooded eyes, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth as he makes it clear that he's reveling in that term -- pervert; jyuto says it like a fond caress.

his hands sliding up the back of those thighs, feeling smooth skin against his calloused palms, kogami murmurs: ]

Or maybe it's more refined. [ hmm, he's shifting now, moving to lick a long, deliberate stripe up the underside of his dick -- he's quite fond of jyuto's cock, really, the light musk, the little puff of pubes, his plump, full balls, and he's letting go of his thigh to gently push his shaft upwards, letting kogami really enjoy nosing at his balls. ]

Mmm. Maybe I'll settle for just some cream.

[ heh. ]

hnn,... [ Jyuto loves that Kogami can take his bullying, even play off of it. He likes perverts because he is one himself. His lips are lifted, and he hums behind his lips while Kogami runs his tongue up the shaft of his cock. After letting go of the other's face, Kogami's mouth and nose stir Jyuto's arousal, the easy touch gradually coaxing him erect.

The green irises of his eyes look down through his lashes, drinking in the sight of Kogami on his knees. Eager to please as ever, nuzzling into his scrotum like that. So ready to worship him. ]

Just a slice, remember. [ Jyuto breathes to Kogami. His fingers curl in layers of dark cowlicks, his gaze veering towards what he can see between Kogami's thighs. A cruel idea crosses him, and he steps out of his pants, kicking them back with his ankles. One hand leaves Kogami's hair to lazily swat at the hands on his thighs, and he points his socked toe, nudging it against where he knows Kogami's bulge is bound to develop in only a matter of time. ]

Don't eat with your hands. [ He'll turn this into a game. His brows quirk higher in sadistic amusement, running the ball of his foot against Kogami's crotch as they do. ] You can touch yourself, but I'm not letting you touch me until we've had dinner.

[ it's absolutely stunning, the extent of jyuto's open enjoyment of him, and the subsequent edge of his playful cruelty. it calls to all of his primal instincts, stirring up his desire. they're both perverts of the highest order, and kogami thrives on it, addicted to how good jyuto feels reacting to him.

he does this because he knows jyuto likes it -- and it pays off in the gleam of lovely green eyes. he's worshipping his cock openly, groaning softly as he feels his foot rub up against his clothed dick.

gray eyes filled with pleasure and more than eager to meet him halfway, he rubs up against him with a lazy smile. he's moving to kiss down his shaft, down and down onto the head of his dick to suckle just the head, tonguing him shamelessly to press up into the slit.

insolently, he asks: ]

What if I just use my tongue?

[ Jyuto likes the sound of Kogami's little groan, and it shows in his face when the sound inflects the air. He's absolutely feeding off of Kogami, who mutually seems to be feeding off of him, too— it's like a cycle that can't be broken. Christmas Eve was similar. Like everything they quipped or prompted only added fuel to the fire that Jyuto had assumed extinguishable in one lay. Here they are, days later, with their bodies still alight.

Such confidence, from that mouth. ]
It's fine. You wanted dessert, after all. [ Jyuto adds a little pressure to his foot, put off by the pants that obscure his view. ]

Kogami,... [ He starts this like a husband about to ask for the remote, ] Show me yourself more. I can't see it with your pants like that. [ Indicatively, he sweeps his foot over Kogami's fly. He leans his hips towards Kogami's head, dick sliding further into his mouth. ]

Mmmmnph.

[ jyuto feeds him his cock and kogami is all too greedy, lavishing his cock with every ounce of his attention saliva oozing onto his dick, his chin. it's obscene and shameless, and kogami obeys with another luxurious little moan, unzipping himself and coaxing out his own shaft, half-hard and still stiffening.

kogami's cock is still large even when not fully aroused, flushed dark with growing arousal. he's showing off to him, thighs spread and his cock between them, feeling the soft cotton of his socks and ah, fuck, he really likes it.

he likes how his foot feels against his own dick, greedily suckling more of him at the same time, taking him in up until his nose is buried in the fluff of his curls. he takes a deep breath, inhaling him, savouring jyuto's musky flavour, and he smiles.

they feed off each other, all right, kogami feeding off of him and adding fuel to the flames, and he sucks him deep, feeling him press up against the back of his throat.

come fuck his mouth, baby. ]

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