The flashing lights of the spy flick they were watching cut through the darkness of the penthouse living room. It illuminated Tristan's face while he laid in Hibiki's lap. Hibiki's fingers slowly ran through his hair, and occasionally caressed his cheek. He smiled, keeping his eyes closed as he was more enamoured with the soft sensation of being cared for than any of the spectacle portrayed on the screen.

After a few minutes of enjoying the warmth and comfort he stirred, rolling onto his back and opening his eyes. He saw Hibiki engrossed in the film, and the sight made him smile. Lifting one of his hands, he slowly ran it along his neck and chest. After a few slow ups and downs, Hibiki took his hand and held it close to his heart.

"Thank you." He said once there was a quiet moment in the plot. The words prompted Hibiki to glance down, smiling warmly and giving his hand a squeeze to say it was no issue.

"For everything, really..." He continued softer, as his mind darted to all the things Hibiki had done for him in the past few months.

Hibiki's smile widened. He moved his hand from his hair to the side of his face, his thumb gently going back and forth along his cheek. Tristan sighed and revelled in the feeling, letting it all wash over him whilst the film picked up again and drew Hibiki's attention away.

"I quite liked this one." Tristan said as the long list of credits ran across the screen, accompanied by the bombastic soundtrack. With a firm press of the button Hibiki turned off the screen, and a pleasant after-quiet gave them some respite.

"But then of course, I am a secret agent." He grinned and looked up at Hibiki, who had laid his head on the back of the couch. He didn't even have to move to let out an incredulous huff.

"What, you don't think I could kill in Her Majesty's name?" He grinned back, only for Hibiki to adamantly shake his head, and fish up his phone.

'Not while you're in my lap.'

"But that's all part of the plan. You always have to fall for the incredibly attractive double agent the evil mastermind sends."

'I am the evil mastermind.'

Hibiki grinned and placed a hand underneath his chin, holding him in place as if he had been caught. Immediately he raised his hands.

"Oh no, but Mr. Yukimura, I thought we had something special even though we just met at the pool five minutes ago."

Although he smiled at his joke, Hibiki slowly ran the back of two fingers along his cheek, still holding him firmly in place. He shook his head, and gave a nearly pitying tut.

Somehow the combination of being held down and belittled sent tingles through Tristan's body. Flustered, he felt his trousers get tighter, and his cheeks burned with a bright blush. Although he tried to think of something witty to respond with, all his oxygen was preoccupied elsewhere.

Hibiki noticed his silence too, glancing down and letting out an amused chuckle. For a moment Hibiki let go of him to write, and despite having every opportunity to escape, he didn't.

'Join me, Mr. Wright.'

A twisted, devilish grin spread on Hibiki's face, and he caressed his cheek while he let him read. He swallowed and nodded, as no amount of jest would ever be able to overcome the attraction he felt – and he wasn't sure if he could even when he really had been a spy.

Before he found a way to respond, Hibiki pulled him up. He moved over his lap. An arm reached around his waist while Hibiki's other hand grabbed the back of his head and forced him to look at him.

Despite the confidence in his gaze, there was a warmth and understanding, as if he was completely certain that no matter what he'd come to him for love. And with how eager his heart beat in his chest, that was frustratingly true.

Although he wanted to say something, anything really, if only to fight back a little, all he managed to do was let out a heavy breath. Before he could try again, Hibiki sensed his intent and laid a finger on his lips. Whatever words he had still known fluttered out of his head, chased away by the pounding of his heart. He sighed deeply and nodded, falling forward until his forehead rested against Hibiki's.

He kissed him, greedily pressing his lips against him, not caring if it meant that he admitted to being in love. Immediately he was answered back with more composed but equally forceful kisses. He sank into them, following the pace and rhythm. His chest filled with an overwhelming warmth, and his breaths between kisses deepened.

Whatever thoughts he had of resisting melted away, and Hibiki took charge of his neediness. All it took was the glint of a request, and he was answered immediately. Hibiki's arm wrapped tighter around his waist, and he pressed his body against him in response. A playful flick of the tongue across his lips made him open his mouth wider, allowing him in.

Even the knowledge that Hibiki could feel how aroused he was didn't bother him so much anymore; his body was practically begging in every way; and he wanted to be touched. He wanted to be held and embraced, so Hibiki could have his way with him. It didn't matter if that made him depraved or deplorable. All it would take was to give in and let Hibiki handle him.

That idea calmed him down in a strange way: there was no need to desperately show him he loved him, in misguided fear that he'd be disgusted otherwise. He sighed and settled in for the kisses, letting them happen rather than physically pleading. He let his fingertips drift along Hibiki's neck, taking in the warmth and the beating of his heart. He relaxed, and his whole body moved in the pace set for him, rhythmically pushed and pulled along.

Hibiki noticed his change as well, and even with his eyes closed he could feel him smile – before another playful kiss was planted on his lips. Unable to help himself he smiled too, even as Hibiki's tongue found its way back into his mouth. A thumb drew small hearts on his cheek, and immediately he felt his own heart spring up in response. He sighed heavily, and when the kissing slowed down and deepened he let himself savour it.

Hibiki's hand moved down, joining the other on his waist. For a moment they both fell quiet, pressed close in anticipation. He opened his eyes, glancing down to see Hibiki give him a soft and caring smile – granting an opportunity to stop what they both knew was happening.

He didn't want to stop; there was a part of him that told him he shouldn't, but never because he didn't enjoy it. Instead he leant further forwards, his hands grabbing the back of the couch.

Gently, Hibiki kissed him again, and a part of him was happy he gave him the chance to change his mind: not because he would, but because it made him feel cared for.

A sigh escaped his parted lips, and he fully sank into the rhythm. Hibiki's hands guided him back and forth, and he intuitively followed. He spread his legs a little wider, pressing into him with more weight and force. It felt good, and close: somehow closer than only a touch could be.

The swaying motions continued, and he sank deeper and deeper into the rhythm. Whatever initial worry he had had slowly faded the longer he went on. Although Hibiki guided him, it felt more like quiet reassurance, since every move he made, he did so by himself.

Soft breaths and kisses encouraged him, telling him that he felt good too. Emboldened by the pleasure and satisfaction, he pushed his hips tightly against him. It wasn't a suggestion any longer: they both knew what was going on.

Hibiki's hands pulled him in faster, and immediately he obliged. He sat upright, his hands on Hibiki's shoulders as he put in more effort. His breaths quickened, and he bit his lip trying to stay quiet even though he wanted more.

He knew he was showing all his desires: all the lust and need he kept hidden away behind modesty. But it was fine, Hibiki had already seen it.

All it took to make him honest was a little love, and undoubtedly Hibiki noticed that too. There was nowhere he could hide, he wasn't even sure why he bothered trying, or why he was so anxious about him seeing how much he wanted him. It felt stupid; of course he would feel better when he let himself love.

So he leant forward, and kissed Hibiki deeply between heaving breaths. Hibiki's hands grabbed his lower back, pulling him in repeatedly. He did everything asked of him, forcing himself to keep moving even though his legs hurt. As a reward he felt Hibiki's tongue push into his mouth, coiling around him and making his head spin.

He was rocked back and forth between pleasure, kissing and panting. A soft, pleading moan escaped him. He needed him. He was close. So close to him, close to coming. A little more... just a,-

Ding.

Oh fuck.