The box king (During game)
What he was into? The color within his tan cheeks deepened. He hadn’t given sex or unique ways of doing so much thought. His wife had always been quiet and gentle and the act almost came out of necessity than desire. He loved her dearly but even he couldn’t think of one time the act had been creative. It was always simple and to the point. Now here he was, pinning his younger partner to a wall like he was half attempting to subdue a criminal. He’d never admit it, but the idea was thrilling, “Never had the need to-“ He muttered, ignoring the statement entirely. It was obvious what he wanted now. What they wanted.
Though the quiet whispering in his ear did cause his grey eyes to glance sideways as his hands resumed gripping at his partner’s hips to return the favor. Strange… he felt horrendously thin, “Tch. Shut up Adachi.” It was practically his catch phrase at this point, though it was more loving than vindictive has it had been in the past. His hips nudged forward into the slender hands that toyed with his belt, as if demanding him to stop teasing, “You’ve lost weight.” He finally commented before a heavy breath paired with stronger arms hoisted the young detective up and off the ground. He couldn’t help but laugh, “Now I really can toss you around-“ This really was thrilling, if not fun. He’d have to thank Yu at some point for all of this, without knowing of course. The last thing he needed was the boy to relay to his sister on how much of a deviant he had become again.
Adachi noticed Dojima's flustered moment and grinned wickedly. He knew Dojima wasn't very creative in the bedroom, and took special joy in pushing his limit. He'd never had anyone else to take it out on, so Dojima got the full extent of Adachi's pent-up sexual frustration and loneliness every time. Never a big fan of taking it slow. He kissed Dojima's ear with another laugh, nibbling at his earlobe, before undoing that belt and sliding it to the floor with a clatter.
Ignoring the command to shut up as he always did, he prattled on. "Lost weight? You'd think with all the fast food I'd get fat."
He wrapped his legs around Dojima's waist when he was lifted up, moving his arms around his shoulders as if he didn't trust Dojima enough not to drop him. It was still amusing to hear Dojima laugh like he was genuinely enjoying this - not like he was guiltily nudging him into things while drunk. "C'mooon, Dojima~" He dug his nails briefly into the other man's shoulders, pushing at him and pressing their hips together.














