They trade the walls for a desk.
Perhaps there's something messier about that, about the way Aoko lets KID splay her atop paperwork left overnight, scrunched up slightly, but sitting atop the desk with her clothes askew feels... so much better. He leans over her, lips pressing into her neck, Aoko pulling him closer, breathing coming in short, small gasps.
He kisses her and Aoko feels herself coming undone.
"Ah," she breathes, shirt askew where he's pulled the fabric down her shoulder for more access to her neck, her collarbone, peppering kisses against skin, leaving small splotchy bruises as he goes, sucking hard. "Shit- KID."
He lets out a small hum, unfairly calm, unruffled. She's not been able to fluster him as much since the time she pinned him to the wall. He's been expecting each move she's tried to make, each movement.
Oh well, this is good too, it's hot. Aoko enjoys this, enjoys him. The taste of him as he kisses her. What she does not enjoy, is when he pulls away. He scoops his hands under her thighs pulling her up, which she would like if he didn't immediately deposit her beneath the desk, as if she's something to be hidden.
She narrows her eyes at him, but KID shakes his head, points to his ear.
Oh, someone's outside then. She quietens, despite herself, despite her first instinct to call out, to get him caught by the people who're tasked with capturing him. She should be helping them. Instead, Aoko's just frustrated that they're serving as a distraction. She waits beneath the desk, even as KID moves out, to the door, ear pressed to the wall, allowing him to listen to those outside. She waits, and Aoko can hear voices but makes none out, and then she waits some more. And it's a long time of waiting.
So she moves from the desk.
It's not hard to keep her movements quiet. Aoko grew up sneaking around the house, trying to stay quiet when her father was sleeping, or when she wanted to catch Kaito off guard, and she uses that skill now, remaining quiet as she moves towards the door. Back to KID.
He turns back to her, eyes narrowed. Mouths, "What the fuck?"
Aoko responds by leaning forward, and unzipping his trousers. It is not so much an answer, since she's not *answering* anything, if anything, creating more questions. She's quiet as she leans down, watching KID's face, the flush that rises from his neck, burns at his cheeks, tugging his trousers down.
He has good legs, that's the first thing she realises. KID has defined legs - not those of a soccer player or an athlete, but the muscles are defined, years of parkour and thievery. The second thing she realises, is that he's still wearing his boxers. She'd not succeeded in pulling those down. She does now.
She takes a moment to just look at him. She's not seen anything past sex education classes, but the sight of him seems beautiful, somehow. The way his dick is perked slightly, interested in her despite the people outside, despite everything that should be taking priority. The slight trembling to his breathing as she lowers more, looking at him.
"Be quiet," she croons, before taking him in her mouth. His breathing hitches, body trembling as she moves forward, tongue slick against the skin, running his dick. Aoko moves forward, taking in more of him, sucking, before moving back again, a steady movement, bobbing back and forth.
"Fuck," KID hisses under his breath, "Fuck, Aoko, shit."
Aoko feels tendrils of pleasure curl around her, keeps moving, listening to his muffled curses, the tiny groans of yeah, that's it, as he tries desperately to stay quiet. His voice is raw, real, as she continues, working him with her tongue.
"Aoko, fuck," he must have moved at some point without Aoko realising, because his hands are in her hair, tight, guiding her back and forth, guiding the speed in which she moves. "I think I'm going to..."
Aoko ignores the warning. She hears it, of course she does, but she doesn't really realise what it means until he's shuddering back against the wall, a cry strangled in his throat, hand tightening around her hair almost unbearably. He orgasms, come slick and salty in her mouth, catching her the slightest bit off guard.
Perhaps someone more experienced would manage to swallow all of what he offers. Instead, Aoko manages most of it, the rest slick around her mouth, dribbling slightly from her lips as she pulls back. She lifts her chin to look at him, offers a smirk at the sight of KID above her, blissful, undone, and wipes the rest of him from her mouth.
"I thought," she whispers after a moment, "I said to stay quiet."
"Impossible," KID says, as he lowers himself to capture her lips against his, "I never want to be quiet when you're around."