part 3

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)

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