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Poe can't help himself.
The sight of Ranpo's unconscious body is deeply alluring, encouraging a depraved passion within the author. He gives the younger man a solemn look before sighing, knowing he can't control himself any longer.
His cock aches as he yanks it from his pants, aligning it over Ranpo's, and gently grinds himself against him, rubbing their cocks together. "Fuck..." Poe moans, trying to be quiet. He knows how disgusting this is, knowing how illegal it all is. If Ranpo wakes up, it'll be over for him. Poe can't help but think about him waking up in the middle of the assault, and he'll freeze up, stammering for an excuse that'll never work.
He sighs, praying to every God that Ranpo will stay asleep. Not only to continue his sick pleasure, but because he's beautiful when he's asleep. He looks like an angel, snoring soundly while Poe shifts his hips, precum leaking from his fleshy tip as he presses it against the greatest detective's, attempting to keep quiet. "You're precious like this." The American mutters under his breath, before repositioning himself and sliding into his ass.
"Fuck-" Poe groans from the sensation of Ranpo's tight walls squeezing around his dick once he enters his hole, allowing the sleeping man adjust before rocking his hips softly, overwhelmed from the depravity of it all. Oh God. He is actually doing this. It isn't just a fantasy of his anymore, he's actually fucking Ranpo in his sleep. The realization causes his cock to twitch, face flushing from the pleasure of it. "Please don't hate me..." He whimpers.
It's funny, really— to see a freak like him being apologetic for his degeneracy, acknowledging it without stopping it. Poe knows he can't make this a habit, because that increases the chance of getting caught, and fuck, if Ranpo knew, if Ranpo knew his best frenemy was fucking him in his sleep—
Poe forces the thoughts from his head, watching with a sick grin as his dick slips in and out of Ranpo's ass, the man underneath him letting out soft whines on top of snoring. To defile an angel like this... Oh, it was exciting. The rush of power he was feeling was a sin too, getting off at the knowledge of how fucking powerless Ranpo was in this state. He didn't even know he was being fucked like this, being used like a ragdoll everytime the author grinded his hips, going deeper inside him. Fuck. His ass was so fucking tight.
Embarrassingly so, Poe felt his ogasm approaching. To savor this rare moment, he became softer with his movements. As much as he wanted to pound the shorter boy, rut into him like a wild animal, Poe knew that would make Ranpo wake up. He would do anything in his power to keep this a secret. "God... I still can't believe I'm doing this." He groaned, as if he wasn't raping Ranpo for the past few minutes.
It was the only way to love him. Poe would rather fuck him in his sleep than give the slightest hint that he was attracted to Ranpo. It was too embarrassing, his words being caught in his throat everytime he interacted with him, battling with the urge to impress him and the urge to pull on his hair and roughly kiss him until the taste of blood filled his mouth. Eventually, Ranpo's asshole became too much for him and he unloaded with a groan, spilling his seed deep inside the sleeping detective's insides.
"S-shit, I didn't mean-" Poe awkwardly stammered. His cock couldn't help but twitch at the sight of cum staining his pretty thighs.
"Oh my God, you did not just do that."
Poe's stomach churned, horrified. "Ranpo, I'm so sorry, I- I don't why I did that-" He desperately tried searching for an excuse, but the sight of his dick and cum leaking from Ranpo was too obvious.
"How pathetic. You have the audacity to be a whiny bitch even after raping me." Ranpo groans, upset that his 'nap' was ruined.