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In the kitchen, Poe and Ranpo are sitting down beside each other. They are peeling apples to make an apple pie, all because Ranpo is craving it. Poe would gladly go out of his way to please Ranpo, anything for him. As long as his beloved is happy, then he is too.
Occasionally, Ranpo teases and flirts with Poe to fluster him. Poe insists on continuing to work, but he always made it clear that he didn't mind it. Ranpo yaps nonsense, something Poe always had loved. Hearing his adorable voice is sweet music to his ears, like a hauntingly enchanting melody that will linger in his mind forever.
Eventually, Poe grows more excited from the constant attention. Without warning, he feels an intense burning sensation in his chest. His face is burning, his palms growing sweaty. He grips the peeler tighter, staring harshly into it, shaking his head as if disagreeing with himself, and he places it down.
“Poe, are you alright?”
“No need to worry, my love, I just need to go to the restroom real quick. I'll be back soon, I promise.”
Ranpo pushed away his doubts quickly. There is no way Poe would have lied about that, right? Sadly, Ranpo was wrong, and Poe was about to do something more risky.
Poe rushes to the bedroom. He examines his collection of knives, all with elegant and intricate designs. Carefully, he chooses one of the sharper, used ones, holding it in his gentle grasp. It’s too late to back down now. He should hurry before Ranpo worries, right? He pulls down his pants to reach his thighs, biting down on his clothing to muffle his needy cries as he cuts deeply into his weak skin. A bit too rushed and anxious, the knife slips in his shaky grasp, going much deeper than intended- causing Poe to yelp from pain. He hopes that Ranpo will not hear it, but unlucky (or lucky) for him, Ranpo does. He washes his hands and the knife, placing it exactly where it was before.
Ranpo is eyeing Poe as he returns, which makes Poe nervous. Ranpo inspects him, looking him up and down. Poe sits back down, going back to peeling the apples. Ranpo places his hand on Poe’s thigh, right where the cut was, just rough enough to cause Poe to make a slight noise. Poe’s eyes widen, realizing that for certain Ranpo knows now. Ranpo had always been aware of his issue, but only now has he been caught. Poe gets up to try to run away from his problems, but Ranpo will never allow that.
“Dear…”
“I’m so sorry Ranpo, I just got so excited, I couldn’t help it! I'm sorry that I am a pathetic loser-”
“Honey, you may be a pathetic loser, but you are my pathetic loser. Come here, darling.”
Poe feels his heart skip a beat from how the other spoke. To be his means the world to Poe, and being called his own degrading thoughts is more than enough to excite him further. He sits back down beside Ranpo, his palms growing sweaty again from anxiety.
“What is it, my love?” Poe inquires.
Ranpo pulls down Poe’s pants and gently kisses Poe’s cuts, which causes Poe to blush in surprise. He gently licks it, exciting a moan from Poe.
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Nothing, nothing-”
“You like that, don’t you? Do you want more?”
Poe nods slowly, unable to maintain eye contact with Ranpo. Ranpo gently rubs his cuts, causing Poe to cover his mouth from the sudden contact, muffled moans coming from him. Ranpo gently holds Poe’s hands together with one hand and uses the other to continue rubbing.
“This is a rather deep cut…would you mind if I…?”
Without another word, Ranpo slips a finger into the cut slowly, causing Poe to wince from the pain. Ranpo looks at Poe, making sure his concern is needed. After an uncomfortable silence, Poe nods, encouraging Ranpo to continue. He slowly fingers his cut, teasing it as if it was Poe's cunt. The cut, fresh and still dripping, reopens fully from Ranpo’s work. As Ranpo reaches deeper, Poe begins to whimper, tears falling from his eyes in pain and pleasure. Ranpo gently licks Poe’s tears as he continues, causing Poe’s face to flush more. Poe is reduced to a pathetic and sensitive mess as he grows warmer, wetness growing on his crotch.
Ranpo gently removes his fingers, sucking the blood off. He sucks it slowly as if savoring the taste. He kisses Poe's cuts again, getting up to take care of the mess. He gently cleans it with a wet towel, patting off the blood before wrapping it in bandages. With Ranpo's gentle touch, Poe found himself melting.
Once Ranpo had properly taken care of everything, including the bloody mess, he smirked seeing that Poe was just as flustered as when he was fingered. He pulls Poe into a kiss, making it last long enough to leave the other panting. He relished seeing Poe in such a pathetic state, the other's head spinning from embarrassment.
"Do you want more, darling?"
"Oh, please, I need you..."
Ranpo guides Poe away into the bedroom, pinning him down, and taking off each other's clothes. And I think we know where that goes.