Edgar Allen Poe had only found one other person that truly intrigued him in life; one Ranpo Edogawa. The way he never truly knew what was going on inside of the other’s mind was an enigma to Poe that he was constantly in awe of. Poe was lucky enough to consider Ranpo not only his muse and greatest mystery, but his lover as well.

Ranpo had moved in with Poe only a few months prior, but had already settled in well, granted he was given an influx of snacks and treats at his beck and call. Poe, ever the pleaser for his beloved ravenette, was wrapped around Ranpo’s finger in more ways than one. But the greatest surprise of all, Poe learned, were Ranpo’s preferences in the bedroom.

One afternoon, Poe came through the door holding a parcel of groceries, full of their favorite foods. Snacks, ingredients for easy meals, some nuts for Karl, and surprisingly enough, a package of white powdered sugar donuts that Ranpo had requested. Normally, he was more of a candy guy, but Poe just assumed that he was perhaps craving bakery desserts. As Poe stepped through the entryway, he spotted a brown, tweed hat peek up from the couch out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re home!” Ranpo immediately jumped up from lounging and spilled a few chips from the bag resting on his lap onto the floor.

Poe embraced his lover, making a mental note to deal with the crumbs later, and wrapped his arms around the other’s waist. He ran his hands down Ranpo’s sides, rubbing up and down across softness from his belly that he just adored. It was one of the side effects of Ranpo’s frequent snacking. He smiled softly; a well fed and happy Ranpo made his heart melt.

Immediately breaking their embrace, Ranpo pushed Poe backwards and grabbed the grocery bags, scavenging through the contents inside.

“Yes! Thanks so much, Poe. I figured you would grab these.” Ranpo grinned, as he lifted the donuts out of the bag and held them up as if they were a prize. Poe cocked an eyebrow, but nodded and smiled. In his eyes, he would go to the moon and back for his beloved Ranpo.

Later that night, Poe splashed water on his face and stared at the reflection in his bathroom mirror. Ranpo said he had a “surprise” for him, and he knew that only meant two things: he would be willing to read his novels, or they were trying something new in the bedroom. Poe was a fairly vanilla guy, only having a few lovers before Ranpo and not experimenting much outside of positions. Ranpo, on the other hand, was most of the time the one to initiate adventurous things into their sex life (Which, in Poe’s humble opinion, was mind blowing).

“Alright, you can come in now!” Poe heard Ranpo’s chipper voice from the other room.

Psyching himself up, Poe slowly opened the door to their bedroom, and found Ranpo sprawled out on their bed, *****, holding the box of powdered sugar donuts.

“Donuts? We’ve tried stuff with food before.” Poe said, thankful his face was covered enough by his hair to hide his reddened cheeks.

Seeing Ranpo ***** never got old. Ranpo’s almost cherubic body, coupled with his thick thighs and belly, was a sight to behold. His skin was soft, smooth, and practically glowed. Contrasted with his own rigid, thin, and lanky body, Poe was always questioning how he got so lucky.

“Nah, this is new. Just get your *** over here and find out.” Ranpo’s hooded green eyes were glazed over with arousal, and Poe was smart enough to take the hint.

Poe sat down on the bed and tried not to stare as Ranpo snaked his arm around the former’s waist.

“Take off your pants, and then we’ll talk.” He purred.

Poe didn’t need to be told twice. He fumbled with his pants zipper until his trousers were pooled at his feet, and stepped out of them. He flopped onto the bed with Ranpo, who gave him a cheeky smile.

“Ok, so I kind of wanted to see how many donuts tall your **** is! Because it’s so huge and all.” Ranpo winked.

Poe’s face flushed all over again. He didn’t need to have ultra deduction to know exactly what Ranpo planned to use the holes of the donuts for. “I—I mean, sure. I’d never thought that was possible, though.”

Ranpo scoffed.

“We’re gonna find out! I get a snack AND you get a blowjob! How great is that?” he giggled and deftly slipped Poe’s cock out of his boxers.

Poe was already half hard, his cock springing free with ease from his waistband and beading with precum. Ranpo stared at it as if were the snack itself, and gave a few experimental tugs. Poe stiffened at the friction and grunted softly.

“Ok, here goes nothing!” Ranpo exclaimed as he slid the fist donut over Poe’s ****. Slowly but surly, Poe’s cock was 5 donuts tall, leaving one leftover from the box of 6. Ranpo was salivating.

“Whew! I’m impressed.” Ranpo admired his handiwork as Poe squirmed on the bed.

He had to say, donuts stacked on his **** like a ring toss game was a strange sensation, and he could feel the stickiness of the powdered sugar on himself.

“Ok, you ready?” Ranpo glanced up at the brunette, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Before Poe could answer, Ranpo was already biting at the donuts on his cock with fervor. When his mouth hit Poe’s aching member, it was as if the floodgates of his arousal had opened. He grunted again, and Ranpo took that as a sign to keep going. With one donut down, Poe’s tip was peeking out from the stack of donuts, and Ranpo gave his slit a quick lick. Poe threw his head back and moaned. Ranpo continued to lap at the precum, his big emerald eyes looking through thick dark lashes directly at Poe, before moving on to the second donut.

Poe was panting now, between the explosion of his senses and the teasing, it was taking everything he had to not rip the donuts off and pound Ranpo into the mattress. No, that was for another time. Ranpo was through the third donut now, and had started bobbing his head on Poe’s cock. He licked a strip of powdered sugar off the underside of Poe’s **** before swallowing what wasn’t covered with donuts and sucking slowly. Poe’s cock throbbed.

“Please….s’good, keep going” he slurred, and Ranpo shot him a grin.

Poe moved his arm to grab a fistful of dark hair, but Ranpo quickly slapped his hand away.

“Tsk tsk, my dear, I’m not finished yet!” He reprimanded, then smirked and moved away from Poe’s tip to eat the fourth donut.

The arousal Poe felt was agonizing. On one hand, he had a front row seat to Ranpo gorging himself on sweets AND his ****. But on the other, he desperately wanted the teasing to cease and to reach his release. Finally, the fifth and final donut was finished, and Ranpo licked the powdered sugar remnants around Poe’s base. Fondling his balls, Ranpo made his way back up to Poe’s tip and, in one fell swoop, took the entirety of Poe’s length into his mouth.

Poe was thrown into a frenzy of pants and moans as his lover deepthroated his cock with fervor, sucking every last drop of sugary sweetness from top to bottom. Ranpo softly sighed with Poe’s **** in his mouth, creating vibrations that drove him wild. Poe was shaking, sweat sticking his long bangs to his forehead. Soon enough, there was familiar tightness in his stomach.

“Cum, Ranpo, I’m cumming!” Poe stuttered.

Ranpo looked up, mouth still full of Poe’s ****, and nodded. That was all Poe needed; he shot his load down Ranpo’s throat, shooting spurts of *** as Ranpo swallowed each one. With a pornographic pop, Ranpo sat back.

“Ranpo, I didn’t know what to say, I-“ Poe started, still giddy and coming down from his high. Ranpo simply held a finger to his lips.

“No more talking. I need to sleep that off.” Ranpo moaned as he belched softly into his fist. He rubbed his bloated stomach, obviously full and tired from his show, and flopped down face first into the pillow next to Poe. Poe smiled softly.

“I love you. Thank you, Ranpo.” Poe whispered, as he laid his head down alongside his boyfriend and gently rubbed circles on his back, pressing delicate kisses down his spine.

“Love you too.” Ranpo mumbled, voice muffled by the pillows, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Poe decided they would clean up the mess later. For now, he fell asleep thinking about the confusing character of Ranpo Edogawa.

...to be continued....

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AHEM-

Edgar Allen Poe awoke in the middle of the night to a pair of hands deftly making their way down his sides, and a pair of emerald eyes staring back at him. Apparently, Ranpo still wasn’t satisfied from their previous “activities” earlier that evening. He still had powdered sugar remnants on the corners of his mouth.

“Hey, beautiful.” Ranpo purred, his lithe hands pulling at Poe’s boxers he had miraculously found strewn on the floor earlier.

Poe swallowed hard. Sure, he had gotten his turn earlier, what with Ranpo giving him the best blowjob in his 28 years on earth, but obviously Ranpo was still wound up after a quick snooze. Out of the corner of his eye, he peeked at the clock on their shared bedside table. Three in the morning. Well, neither one of them had to be up for work in a few more hours, and Poe did feel somewhat guilty for not returning the favor earlier. His eyes shifted again to the leftover sixth donut, sitting in the mostly empty box on the floor, forgotten. A metaphorical lightbulb lit up in Poe’s mind.

“Stay right here, baby. I’ll be right back.” Poe whispered seductively, matching Ranpo’s tone, and pulled himself out of bed to the bathroom.

He grabbed the leftover donut from the box as he left and quickly scurried towards the bathroom cabinet. After hurriedly rummaging through its contents, he found what he was searching so eagerly for; dental floss. With quick fingers, Poe snipped off a piece the floss and tied the ends to either sides of the sugary ring of dough. He had a makeshift gag, of sorts. Perfect.

Bursting in through the bathroom door, Poe found himself staring at Ranpo, who was still very much *****, laying on his side, head resting on the pillow. Poe’s heart skipped a beat. He was always so excited to see Ranpo, his beloved; a testament to the love the two shared through rivalry, friendship, and now living and sharing their whole lives together. Ranpo’s eyebrows c0ck3d slightly, staring at the contraption in Poe’s hands.

Making his way back over to the bed, Poe sat on the edge and smiled at his lover.

“I realized I never returned the favor, and I think you deserve something, too. Now, show me that pretty mouth of yours.” He said.

The two met in a passionate kiss. Poe could still taste the sweetness on Ranpo’s mouth, taking his lower lip and running his teeth over it. Ranpo gasped, and continued to kiss Poe with a lust that took Poe’s breath away. Poe broke their kiss first, staring back at a flushed, bed head stricken Ranpo. Absolutely gorgeous.

“I’m gonna gag you with this, ok? Just pinch me if it’s too much.” Poe said.

“Is this your excuse to get me quiet for once, or do you just really like to see my mouth busy?” Ranpo smirked. His sharp tongue, while always getting him into trouble, let out the prettiest moans.

Poe chuckled, before Ranpo opened his mouth and let Poe stick a side of the donut in while he tied the string behind his head. His voice was now perfectly muffled, with the sweetness from the sugar pleasantly coating his tongue.

“Just lay back, let me take care of the rest.” Poe rubbed a circle with his thumb on Ranpo’s belly, before moving down to his delicious th1ghs and perfect c0ck, now standing at full attention.

Kissing every stretch mark on the inside of his thighs, Poe began to lap at Ranpo’s hole while lazily moving his hand up and down on Ranpo’s d1ck. Ranpo squirmed, breath hitching underneath the makeshift gag. Content with himself, Poe took his other free hand and plunged a finger into Ranpo. The ravenette above him moaned, muffled by the donut, and nodded feverishly.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Poe smirked, before sticking in another long, gangly finger with the first.

He began to scissor Ranpo open, curling his fingers in search of his sweet spot. Ranpo was drooling now, the sugar very obviously all over his face, and Poe smiled. Wait, was that a bite taken out of his “gag”?

Poe added a third finger, probing around inside Ranpo until he found was he was looking for. Ranpo squealed, shoving his *** down to meet Poe’s fingers. He continued to fVck himself down onto Poe’s fingers feverishly, while the writer continued to pound into him.

Poe was positively glowing. He loves making Ranpo feel good, and loves to watch him. His thighs and belly bouncing, face flushed, and eyes screwed shut in pleasure, all while desperately chasing his 0rg@sm. Ranpo was never patient.

With the hand he was previously using to squeeze Ranpo’s plush hip, Poe made his way back up to Ranpo’s forgotten c0ck, now slicked in precum, and flicked his wrist. Ranpo screamed, muffled of course, as he came. By now, Ranpo had only a piece of the donut in his mouth, having long eaten the rest. He technically wasn’t really gagged anymore, but couldn’t resist not finishing the delicious treat. Who was he to turn down sweets? CVm spurted from Ranpo’s **** in waves as Poe continued to fVck into him through his high. Panting, the dental string fell down around his clavicle.

Ranpo was a mess, body covered in cVm, and face covered in powdered sugar. He was still panting when Poe slid his fingers out of him and embraced him in another kiss.

“You big sap. Just couldn’t get enough, huh?” Ranpo teased, breaking the kiss and locking eyes with Poe.

“You started it, and I finished it.” Poe quipped, kissing Ranpo’s nose before scooping up him up bridal style, albeit very clumsily and with arms shaking, and taking him to the bathroom for a shower.

Perhaps a third round as well.

...to be continued....

Edgar Allen Poe awoke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping, sunlight beaming through his curtains, and, less beautifully, his beloved Ranpo snoring next to him. Last night was a whiplash of events, stopping for quick breaks every so often and finally settling down to sleep at about 5 am. It was noon now, much to Poe’s dismay, and he knew that Ranpo had skipped work in favor of sleeping. Typical.

Poe gazed at the form under the covers next to him. Ranpo’s chest slowly rising and falling, curled up and laying on his side, a puddle of drool on his pillow as he snored away. The way the light illuminated his raven hair with a golden sheen was downright angelic. Poe smiled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Ranpo’s forehead.

“Huh, what?” Ranpo babbled, slowly waking up from his peaceful sleep with a yawn.

He slowly sat up, wearing nothing but one of Poe’s shirts, and stretched his arms over his head, revealing a sliver of his tummy. Rubbing his eyes, he ran his fingers through his hair as Poe kissed his cheeks.

“G’mornin, Poe.” He gargled.

Ranpo was not a morning person in the slightest, but he still flashed his signature smile Poe’s way. Poe smiled back at him, his heart melting inside of his chest. Ranpo was just too damn cute.

Still, he couldn’t help but replay last night’s memories in his mind. Who knew Ranpo could easily devour six donuts, let alone come up with such a crazy idea? Ranpo seemed unphased, staring into space, concocting whatever insane ideas he always does. Poe would pay whatever it takes to get so much as a glimpse into the detective’s mind, a mind that puzzled even him.

With a sigh, Poe hauled himself out of bed, moving towards to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up for the day.

“Hey, Edgar?” Ranpo whined from the bed, still bundled up in blankets, “Can you make waffles this morning?”

Poe sighed. He was, if nothing, a sucker for every one of Ranpo’s desires. Last night had proved that.

“Sure, love.” Poe responded, before raising himself from the bed and padding towards the kitchen.

His kitchen was large, where the two detectives frequently enjoyed baking and cooking together. Poe never pictured himself as a “house husband” of sorts, but for his rival, he was willing to try. Opening the pantry, Poe scanned the shelves for pancake mix, as well as a bottle of maple syrup. He set them onto the counter next to him and began preparing the batter according to the instructions on the box. It wasn’t “homemade” by any means, but it was the thought that counted.

Adding water and mix to a bowl, Poe folded the powder together to make batter and poured it inside their waffle iron. It was Poe’s, from America, and Ranpo loved how could “make just about anything into a waffle”, in his words.

Once the waffles were finished, Poe plopped a pat of butter onto the waffles and cut up a few strawberries on top. Was it overkill? Kind of, but Poe knew what Ranpo liked, and wanted to live up to his expectations. He finished the plate off with a sprinkle of powdered sugar, which sent his **** haywire. With last night still on his mind, he wasn’t sure he could ever look at the substance again in the same way. Grabbing the bottle of syrup and trying to cover his embarrassing morning wood, Poe shuffled back to Ranpo, now sitting on top of the sheets, without anything to cover his bare bottom, smiling wide eyed.

“Thank you, baby!” Ranpo beamed, before grabbing the bottle and plate from his lover and squirting an extremely generous amount of syrup on his waffles.

“Jesus Christ, it’s like Buddy the Elf.” Poe thought as watched in mild horror at the amount of sugary syrup poured off of Ranpo’s breakfast, splattering some of the syrup onto his milky thighs in the process. His **** was painfully hard now, thanks to Ranpo’s little oblivious show, but Poe was sure he just wanted attention in his master plan of making Poe’s life a living hell.

Poe squirmed as he crossed his legs and watched Ranpo shovel his waffles into his mouth.

“You didn’t want any?” The ravenette said through a mouth full of fluffy goodness, smirking the way Poe was sitting so awkwardly.

Poe shook his head. “No, no, I’m fine.”

He shifted his weight again on the bed, trying to not catch a glimpse of Ranpo’s own cock and the syrup he had no doubt spilled on himself. It was disgusting, but he knew it wasn’t any worse than what conspired last night.

When did he get so riled up all the time? Poe didn’t know, but something about. the deceive next to him brought out the naughtiest within him. Ranpo moved the plate off of his crotch to give Poe a full view. He was right, there was some syrup spilled there.

Before Ranpo could say anything, there Poe was, face in his lover’s pubes as he licked his lower belly clean. Now it was Ranpo’s turn to be flustered.

“How-what are you doing?” He sputtered, a rare moment where he broke his cool facade.

His face turned beet red as Poe lapped all around his cock, which had now stood at half-mast.

Poe looked up at him with a nervous grin. “I’m sorry, you just looked so delicious and I…” He pulled away in shame before Ranpo grabbed his collar in desperation.

Ranpo pointed over the plate and syrup bottle now discarded at the side of the bed.

“No, no, my dear Ed. Keep going. And grab the syrup bottle.” Ranpo smirked, the same smirk that got them on this whole sex-escapade.

And the same smirk Poe couldn’t resist if he tried.

Reaching over Ranpo to grab the bottle, Poe gingerly handed the bottle to his lover, who popped the cap back open and smeared the sticky sap onto his fingers. The same fingers that then plunged into his ***, still prepped and open from last night.

Why was Poe even surprised? His violet eyes shot wide as Ranpo began to **** into himself with coated fingers, gasping and panting as he desperately tried to tease Poe.

“It’s like…ah…flavored lube or something.” Ranpo teased and beckoned Poe to pull down his pajama pants.

Poe chuckled nervously. “You’re not…I don’t know…tired? After last night? You still have more in you?”

Ranpo tossed his head back in a hearty laugh. “The world’s greatest detective doesn’t quit, Ed.” He winked.

If Poe had learned anything, it was that when Ranpo asked for something, he wasted no time in doing it. Shimmying down his flannel pants, he let his **** free, weeping and ready for wherever Ranpo decided to put it. Following his partner’s lead, he also coated it in maple syrup and stroked himself.

“In here, big guy. I’m ready.” Ranpo cooed, spreading himself open for Poe’s cock to fill.

Poe still believe he was dreaming, and wasn’t entirely in the right headspace to deduct how terrible of an idea this was. In his clouded vision, all he saw were Ranpo’s needy emerald eyes.

Taking a second to line himself up, the sensation of syrup all over his **** was a foreign one. Still, he did was he was told and slowly entered Ranpo, the syrup on their bodies smacking together as he did. Once inside, Poe began at a slow pace, his boyfriend under him whimpering. He moved Ranpo’s legs up gently to his shoulders to get a better angle.

“C’mon, please, Ed!” Ranpo begged, the syrup between them starting to dry and become a goopy mess.

Taking more and pouring it over himself, Poe shoved his cock back in without warning. Ranpo groaned in pleasure, the syrup running over his tummy like the softest stack of pancakes. Grabbing hold of Ranpo’s own forgotten ****, Poe smeared syrup on that, too, and began pumping Ranpo in time with his own thrusts. They were slow and tired, but Poe managed to hit Ranpo’s sweet spot enough to make him *** first with his sweet whines and moans. Poe followed shortly after, filling up Ranpo with syrup and his own sticky fluid.

Poe pulling OUT of Ranpo was a bit of a challenge though. It was ridiculously sticky, and post-sex clarity made Poe realize how utterly filthy he felt.

“Let’s….take another shower.” Poe said, half turned on and half disgusted, as Ranpo also wrinkled his nose at the mixture now leaking out of him.

“You’re not gonna admit that wasn’t a little hot?” Ranpo teased, tickling Poe’s ribs as he sat himself up.

Poe pushed Ranpo off, giggling and snorting. He wrapped his arm around the shorter’s pudgy waist and hoisted them both off of the bed.

“Ok, it was, but what’s with you and breakfast food?” Poe retorted.

The two giggled to themselves like children in school, until Poe gazed down and spotted a little striped tail hiding under the bed, with…you guessed it, syrup sticking to his fur. Poe was mortified. Ranpo, however, cackled so loud Karl bolted out the door towards the bathroom.

They laughed all the way to the shower, content with whatever else Ranpo would throw Poe’s way. Poor Karl would never recover.

...^^^to be continued.^^^...

poor Karl the raccoon 🤧(poor me too)