Work Text:
When this idea first came to him sometime after his second cup of coffee, Narumi worked off of two assumptions: that Raidou Kuzunoha XIV was a shy guy with the self-control of an ancient monk and that under his supervision nothing really bad would happen anyway. So, he reasoned, Raidou should get the chance to let loose once in a while and he would keep him company.
It started out normal, just Narumi deciding to treat the summoner to his first alcoholic drink as a birthday gift, nothing really crazy: just a shot of his favorite scotch in a beautiful crystal glass, shared in the privacy of his office over some idle conversation. Spending time with Raidou was special and hard to come by — after all, he was busy running around doing god knows what (helping the citizens and banishing feisty demons, actually) and before that he was spread thin between his classes and training. A birthday was a nice occasion in itself and getting to see the usually stoic summoner tipsy was a cherry on top. Narumi rarely saw Raidou get flustered or embarrassed by anything and he was morbidly curious as to how his young apprentice would behave after a couple of drinks. He knew the summoner pretty well, so he wouldn’t really go wild or anything, maybe tell an embarrassing story or a secret, or finally show Narumi what was under his hat, something like that.
Well, it kinda went better than he expected, but also so, so much worse. Seeing Raidou’s pale face flush with the warmth of the alcohol, his eyes becoming more and more glossy as the evening went on was expected, as was him becoming more lively and energetic, openly laughing and smiling. It made Narumi hang on to the summoner’s every little gesture and word, drinking in the sight of the relaxed boy before him. However, what he didn’t account for was Raidou’s unsteady hands unbuttoning more and more of his uniform, first revealing his slender wrists and then the pale column of his neck, slightly tinted pink. His boisterous laughter made him lean backwards, putting his unblemished and soft skin in Narumi’s direct view. The detective caught himself staring far more times than was appropriate, but no matter how many times he willed himself to turn away, his appreciative gaze always returned to that ivory neck. Unwilling to battle with his inner demons in this moment, he tried to pack away the hungry feeling he got in the deepest recesses of his mind. Alas, it seemed that the young summoner had his own plans for tonight, as he suddenly sat up straight and stared at Narumi as if he was seeing him for the first time. His gaze was unnerving and unrelenting, and Narumi could only get out the first syllable of the summoner’s name before he felt clammy hands on his cheeks. Stunned into silence, the detective felt his mouth open and close, no sound daring to leave, and Raidou’s curious hands started to draw circles on his cheeks, before tracing his nose and lips and eventually stopped right where they started. With a bated breath, every muscle pulled taut, Narumi waited for the other shoe to drop. His heart was racing inside of his ribcage, so loud that he swore that the entire neighborhood could hear it. Raidou seemed oblivious to his superior’s struggle, instead leaning ever closer, hands now resting on the nape of his head, warm breath ghosting over Narumi’s jaw. As he spoke, the older man could feel his wet lips moving against the overheated skin.
“Your skin is so soft, Narumi-san. I wonder how it tastes”.
And, well, it turns out Raidou Kuzunoha XIV was a bit more than he bargained for.
Consider him humbled.