y-you sure?! okay...
warnings: k*gami as his own warning, exhibitionistic / voyeuristic in nature, thigh riding, gun kink, gagging, dacryphilia, mentions sir once
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intel.
the goal of tonight is intel; gather information and then get the fuck out without raising a suspicion.
but kogami suddenly realizes his goals have been all muddled up when he sees you come out of your ride, all dressed up to blend in with the elite... all dressed up and all he can think about is how to tear you down.
he follows you around the venue, taking what's his and stealing glances at you whenever your form brushes against the corner of his eye. it's like you're gliding in and out of his grasp, teasing him with the silhouette of your back. even his ear piece taunts him, "you're thinking kind of loudly, inspector," you're on your (what was it, fourth drink?) smiling at the employee for gifting you another flute, "your gaze is getting a little animalistic."
vocals ring clear in his ear; so close, yet all the way across the room. he's in the midst of thinking about the way he could drag you to an empty room, but he chuckles instead, "you feeling the heat?"
he thinks about how he'd pin you in place, press his nose into you so he can moan directly into your ear as you palm him through his slacks. wants to tear you out of your clothing and feel your skin against his as you share a heated kiss. he thinks about sticking his leg between yours, shoving his muscular thigh to try and pacify your desire, but it only makes it worse because, shit, you'd be grinding on his hidden gun and, ah fuck, that's hot. watching his dearest partner squirm, trying to get off on the friction of his pants and the hard metal that kills, the thought has him heated. you'll get too loud, but silk ties will do for gagging. you'll apologize that you think you've ruined the expensive thing, but he thinks he should be the one that's apologizing; that it's not so good for absorbing liquid, tears running down to join the dribbling saliva at your chin as he fucks you till you're his only intel.
a sly smile catches his eye as he blinks himself back to reality, and he hears you again, "no, but," your head gestures behind you, "i like playing with fire, sir."
he thinks he's thinking about you too much, and he should probably do something about it.
LENNIE IM GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODEHJSHFJSJHD
