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even if your back is turned
Title: even if your back is turned
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Ranpo, Poe
Pairing(s): Ranpo/Poe
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Poe has a nice butt, which Ranpo appreciates.
Notes: PWPs are hard to title.
If there’s anything Ranpo can say confidently about Poe, and Ranpo can say a lot of things confidently about Poe because he’s never wrong, it’s that he’s shy. Shy, shy, shy. He still peeks his head in the door of the Agency to see if it’s alright for him to enter, even though he’s come by many times by now. He hates talking to people in public, even when they’re workers who deal with people like him everyday for a living.
And when Ranpo gets handsy-
“Ranpo!” Poe hisses, and swats his arm away. Ranpo reluctantly removes his hand from Poe’s behind.
-Poe turns fifty shades of red and gets mad at him, every time.
“It’s a nice butt,” Ranpo says with a shrug. “You’d grab your butt too, if it didn’t belong to you.”
“I would not,” Poe replies. “You’ll notice I don’t touch your behind.”
“Mine’s not as nice as yours,” Ranpo says. His butt is unfortunately pretty flat. He’s scrawny all over, in general - working on body shape is for people who have to use any part of their bodies besides their brains.
Poe hides his behind his cape most of the time - it’s rare that he’s not wearing it, but the weather’s too hot to wear it comfortably today - but he does actually have a great butt considering he’s also not very muscular. It’s mostly a matter of having better genetics, but Ranpo is sure Poe makes at least a token attempt to exercise every once in awhile, while he’s avoiding talking to people.
“That’s - that’s true, but…” Poe is still red. “At least only do it in private, if you must do it at all.”
“Hmm… I can settle for that.”
The nice part about grabbing Poe’s butt in private, of course, is that he doesn’t have to stop there, especially when he does it while already kissing Poe. Height differences make this most practical while lying down on a bed.
Poe jolts a little when he feels Ranpo’s hand on his behind, but it’s a momentary surprise and he goes back to kissing Ranpo soon enough. Ranpo rubs gently, then more firmly, and enjoys the tiny sounds of pleasure that escape Poe’s lips as they kiss.
Ranpo only takes his hands off him reluctantly, and that’s to make it easier for Poe to undress him. Not touching him for a minute is acceptable if it means getting naked in bed with Poe; almost everything is acceptable if it means getting naked in bed with Poe..
Poe’s clothes are more complicated, and Ranpo grumbles about how many buttons one can put on a single shirt, but eventually he’s naked too, and Ranpo surges forward. He leaves marks on Poe’s neck with lips and tongue - Poe never wears low collars anyway, and he’ll blush every time he makes eye contact with Ranpo when those marks haven’t yet healed - then continues kissing sensitive spots on Poe’s chest. His hands travel down Poe’s spine and massage his rear.
Poe barely manages to coordinate himself enough to dig the lube out of the bed stand’s drawer, and he drops it twice on the bed before Ranpo finally takes pity on him and picks it up. Ranpo coats his fingers in it, and when Poe rearranges himself on hands and knees, Ranpo takes a second to admire the view before sliding a single finger inside Poe.
Poe’s sensitive there, shivering and gasping as Ranpo stretches him out with one, two fingers. Ranpo could make him come this way, just through curling his fingers inside him to rub just the right spot, and maybe he will sometime, but right now he has other fun things in mind for them.
He coats himself liberally with lube, lines up, and starts to push in.
No matter how tight and hot and good Poe feels, Ranpo’s never inconsiderate enough to go any faster than Poe can adjust to. He presses forward slowly, until he’s as far as he can go, then waits for Poe’s breathing to settle and for Poe to look back at him and nod.
A slow retreat, then another push inside. Then another thrust with slightly more energy behind it. Then another. And so on, and so forth, until they’ve reached a rhythm that both of them find satisfying.
Poe is loud in bed. Ranpo finds it cute, especially considering how shy Poe usually is, and he loves the sound of his own name coupled with ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘oh god oh god’. Sometimes Poe tries to muffle his moans with a pillow, but tonight he lets them all reach Ranpo’s ears.
Ranpo isn’t as vocal, but he’s not anywhere near silent either, with wordless groans escaping his lips between hitches in his breathing. His fingers are digging into Poe’s hips almost hard enough to bruise. Poe rocks back when Ranpo rocks forward, pleasure flooding both of them with every thrust.
Poe is handsome most of the time. Like this, sweat-stained, trembling, he’s gorgeous, and Ranpo’s only regret is that he hardly ever gets to see his eyes.
Poe almost always comes first when they do this, and tonight is no exception - his back arches as he spills over his sheets. Ranpo’s not far behind, letting out one last moan of Poe’s name when he hits his climax.
Ranpo pulls out of him and flops bonelessly onto the bed, with Poe curling up next to him. They’re covered with sweat and other substances, and it’s frankly pretty gross, but neither of them seem to be moving anytime soon.
“I cleaned up last time,” says Ranpo, after a few minutes of cuddling. “It’s your turn.”
“I cleaned up the previous two times before that,” says Poe, yawning.
“But one of those was my birthday, so it doesn’t count,” Ranpo replies.
“...I suppose.” Poe sighs, and pulls himself slowly out of bed to find a towel.
Ranpo props himself up on his elbow and unashamedly checks out Poe’s ass as he goes.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Ranpo, Poe
Pairing(s): Ranpo/Poe
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Poe has a nice butt, which Ranpo appreciates.
Notes: PWPs are hard to title.
If there’s anything Ranpo can say confidently about Poe, and Ranpo can say a lot of things confidently about Poe because he’s never wrong, it’s that he’s shy. Shy, shy, shy. He still peeks his head in the door of the Agency to see if it’s alright for him to enter, even though he’s come by many times by now. He hates talking to people in public, even when they’re workers who deal with people like him everyday for a living.
And when Ranpo gets handsy-
“Ranpo!” Poe hisses, and swats his arm away. Ranpo reluctantly removes his hand from Poe’s behind.
-Poe turns fifty shades of red and gets mad at him, every time.
“It’s a nice butt,” Ranpo says with a shrug. “You’d grab your butt too, if it didn’t belong to you.”
“I would not,” Poe replies. “You’ll notice I don’t touch your behind.”
“Mine’s not as nice as yours,” Ranpo says. His butt is unfortunately pretty flat. He’s scrawny all over, in general - working on body shape is for people who have to use any part of their bodies besides their brains.
Poe hides his behind his cape most of the time - it’s rare that he’s not wearing it, but the weather’s too hot to wear it comfortably today - but he does actually have a great butt considering he’s also not very muscular. It’s mostly a matter of having better genetics, but Ranpo is sure Poe makes at least a token attempt to exercise every once in awhile, while he’s avoiding talking to people.
“That’s - that’s true, but…” Poe is still red. “At least only do it in private, if you must do it at all.”
“Hmm… I can settle for that.”
The nice part about grabbing Poe’s butt in private, of course, is that he doesn’t have to stop there, especially when he does it while already kissing Poe. Height differences make this most practical while lying down on a bed.
Poe jolts a little when he feels Ranpo’s hand on his behind, but it’s a momentary surprise and he goes back to kissing Ranpo soon enough. Ranpo rubs gently, then more firmly, and enjoys the tiny sounds of pleasure that escape Poe’s lips as they kiss.
Ranpo only takes his hands off him reluctantly, and that’s to make it easier for Poe to undress him. Not touching him for a minute is acceptable if it means getting naked in bed with Poe; almost everything is acceptable if it means getting naked in bed with Poe..
Poe’s clothes are more complicated, and Ranpo grumbles about how many buttons one can put on a single shirt, but eventually he’s naked too, and Ranpo surges forward. He leaves marks on Poe’s neck with lips and tongue - Poe never wears low collars anyway, and he’ll blush every time he makes eye contact with Ranpo when those marks haven’t yet healed - then continues kissing sensitive spots on Poe’s chest. His hands travel down Poe’s spine and massage his rear.
Poe barely manages to coordinate himself enough to dig the lube out of the bed stand’s drawer, and he drops it twice on the bed before Ranpo finally takes pity on him and picks it up. Ranpo coats his fingers in it, and when Poe rearranges himself on hands and knees, Ranpo takes a second to admire the view before sliding a single finger inside Poe.
Poe’s sensitive there, shivering and gasping as Ranpo stretches him out with one, two fingers. Ranpo could make him come this way, just through curling his fingers inside him to rub just the right spot, and maybe he will sometime, but right now he has other fun things in mind for them.
He coats himself liberally with lube, lines up, and starts to push in.
No matter how tight and hot and good Poe feels, Ranpo’s never inconsiderate enough to go any faster than Poe can adjust to. He presses forward slowly, until he’s as far as he can go, then waits for Poe’s breathing to settle and for Poe to look back at him and nod.
A slow retreat, then another push inside. Then another thrust with slightly more energy behind it. Then another. And so on, and so forth, until they’ve reached a rhythm that both of them find satisfying.
Poe is loud in bed. Ranpo finds it cute, especially considering how shy Poe usually is, and he loves the sound of his own name coupled with ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘oh god oh god’. Sometimes Poe tries to muffle his moans with a pillow, but tonight he lets them all reach Ranpo’s ears.
Ranpo isn’t as vocal, but he’s not anywhere near silent either, with wordless groans escaping his lips between hitches in his breathing. His fingers are digging into Poe’s hips almost hard enough to bruise. Poe rocks back when Ranpo rocks forward, pleasure flooding both of them with every thrust.
Poe is handsome most of the time. Like this, sweat-stained, trembling, he’s gorgeous, and Ranpo’s only regret is that he hardly ever gets to see his eyes.
Poe almost always comes first when they do this, and tonight is no exception - his back arches as he spills over his sheets. Ranpo’s not far behind, letting out one last moan of Poe’s name when he hits his climax.
Ranpo pulls out of him and flops bonelessly onto the bed, with Poe curling up next to him. They’re covered with sweat and other substances, and it’s frankly pretty gross, but neither of them seem to be moving anytime soon.
“I cleaned up last time,” says Ranpo, after a few minutes of cuddling. “It’s your turn.”
“I cleaned up the previous two times before that,” says Poe, yawning.
“But one of those was my birthday, so it doesn’t count,” Ranpo replies.
“...I suppose.” Poe sighs, and pulls himself slowly out of bed to find a towel.
Ranpo props himself up on his elbow and unashamedly checks out Poe’s ass as he goes.