Game # 5 – Kiss Without Touch
Shinichi is the master of self-control. Until he isn't.
Rating: M for sexual content. PLEASE SKIP if you don't like/read smut.

A/N: As I mentioned in the previous chapter, rating is raised to M for the sake of this oneshot, to comply with FFNet guidelines. I will probably revert this to T in the future and will just indicate which are M-rated fics in the chapter title, should I decide to make more.

This is just an experimental no-plot oneshot, because I've always wanted to write these two babes doing…things…rough... Yeah. *crooo* SO, I hope you enjoy it! More notes at the end.

A dare.

It was just supposed to be a dare.

A dare meant to last a short round, as they took turns spinning that damn bottle.

It wasn't supposed to end like this – with her sprawled on his bed, half-naked, cheeks red and hot, under him.

"Remember, no touching while we kiss."

"I know. I remember."

He plastered his lips on hers, hands in utmost restraint, clutching the sheets on either side of her face. Strong smell and taste of alcohol lingered in their mouths. His elbows carried half his weight and his knees the other half. With her shirt raised to a level above her breasts, she covered her almost bare chest with her crossed arms, though it didn't have much effect because their suppleness made them peek from the side. Her bra, unclasped, was useless despite still being worn.

If only he could remove it with his hands, but that would mean losing, and stopping, and that was definitely not what he wanted right now.

He remembered this dare to be easy.

The two of them had been playing spin the bottle in his room for several rounds now, with two bottles of beer and a hard drink on the side. With every round they got tipsier and tipsier, dares upgrading from one simple 'give me a compliment' to 'whisper me your fantasies', to 'throw me some dirty talk.' They meant it as pure, harmless fun; after all, they're just talking.

For the last round, the bottle pointed at him. This time, however, she went for a change — she dared him to kiss her.

Easy? Easy.

But he must not, at all cost, touch her while they kissed. Else, they'd stop.

"Tch. I can do that," he said, confidently. "I'm a master of self-control."

"I know you are," she replied, scooting closer to the bedside, where his back leaned as he sat comfortably on the carpeted floor.

But they had four-no, five shots and a bottle each.

And even with the slightest movement of his head, everything around him buzzed.

Easy? Not really.

He closed their distance and their lips smashed, sloppily upon contact. She whimpered softly under his alcohol-tainted breath, gradually easing into the unusual roughness of his usually soft kisses. Once they got the jive and tempo of each other's inebriated lips, they found their mouths in rhythm, broken, smacking sounds echoing loudly in her boyfriend's bedroom.

It was his dare, not hers, so she enjoyed the liberty of sliding her hands at the base of his nape and pulled his hair. Releasing a guttural groan at the force of her fingers, he jerked forward, back leaving the bedside, body pressing against hers.

Their open-mouthed kisses became hotter, until it evolved into a full-blown make out session, tongue gliding along her inner lip before entering her mouth to engage hers in a battle. She cradled his jaw and tilted her head, making sure to let him hear her delightful moans of approval.

Then it was not enough to just pull his face close. Without breaking the kiss, she gripped his shoulders, crawled onto him until she sat on his lap, legs folded on either side of his body.

Startled by the sudden turn of events, he groaned under his breath, dazed eyes locking hers.

"You..."

"Shh. We're still playing."

Helpless Shinichi could only do nothing but clutch on the carpet while his girl straddled him.

"You're evil…" And he kissed her again, a little harder than before, fire burning in his fingertips, dying from the desire to do more than just…this.

He felt the friction of their chests under clothes as he kissed her. Her soft breasts squeezed against his front as she breathed, perked nipples grazing through the thinness of their clothing.

God knew how much he wanted to fondle her, hard.

Minutes into their lip lock, she started opening all three top buttons of her thin blouse shirt, showing enough cleavage. He wouldn't have noticed if not for her hands clasping his cheeks to break off their kiss and make him look straight to her eyes.

"You can kiss me anywhere, Shinichi," she said, breathlessly, mouth pressing on his ear. "It's not against the rule."

A smirk grew from his lips, knowing exactly what, and where, she was driving at.

"Then," he lowered his head and she angled herself up, warm breath fanning her chest. "Excuse me while I do."

Shinichi dragged his tongue down her clavicle, trailing hot, featherlight kisses from her cleavage to her left breast until his lips settled above a protruding nipple behind lace. Ran purred in satisfaction and started unclasping her bra, making it easier for his mouth to have complete access over her front.

"Getting a little too eager now," his voice muffled as he rubbed his lips against her mounds, eyeing her menacingly, "aren't you?"

She moaned in response. Shinichi took that as a yes.

He bit her gently and licked her in, flicking his tongue back and forth as he felt her pink nub getting harder from the moist. With one hand, Ran held her loose top and bra away from her chest for his convenience, while the other hand she buried in his hair, effectively putting more pressure to his mouth against her flesh, which she liked. He hummed, vibrations adding to her budding pleasure as his teeth and tongue feasted on the area around her nipple, leaving new red marks for her to remember in the morning. Then he transferred his attention to her other breast and did the same.

Shinichi found himself getting more and more aroused by the feminine noises she made, his name escaping her lips so loudly, so expressively, like an anthem.

God-fucking-damnit.

He needed his hands.

Struggling with all his might, he grasped at everything within his reach except her, as he returned his mouth to hers and they continued exchanging searing kisses, her arms wrapped tightly around his back, fingers sultrily massaging his scalp, hips sensually grinding against his crotch.

His tipsiness and the intensity of their kiss made it really difficult to control himself. He itched to touch her. But a challenge is a challenge.

Besides, he had thought of something he could do without breaking the rule.

That, he'd save for later.

"Ran, stand up," hot breath brushed against heated cheeks. "Let's transfer to the bed."

And so there they were, sprawled on his bed, her under him, as he, groggy from the alcohol but still able enough to make sense of everything, observed her chest covered by her arms heave up and down with every breath she took.

"Remember, no touching while we kiss."

"I know. I remember."

Then he kissed her lips again, then her jaw, then the crevices of her neck.

How unfair that she could drive her nails down his back while he licked her most sensitive spots, but his hands could only go as far as clutching the sheets under her. Pure torture.

While he was busy drowning her neck with wet kisses, she caught him off guard and pushed him over, effectively towering above him, legs on either side of his torso. When she leaned down, he expected the press of her mouth on his. But instead, he felt it on his neck.

She grazed her lips against his skin, trailing lower, and lower.

The next second, he felt his pants and boxers being pulled down. He shuddered, hands clasping on the sheets, a lot tighter than before.

This woman is so unfair.

"What do we have here," Ran drawled, gaping at his fine, exposed length, big and twitching between her hand. "Master of self-control, you said?"

"Barou," he spoke, flushed, short of breath, eyes covered by his right arm. "I'm still not touching you, am I?"

Sweat trickled down his temple, heartbeat unable to slow down. He prayed that Ran didn't hear the minimal quiver in his voice as the syllables left his mouth.

Then she started stroking.

Up, and down, and he almost choked in his own spit.

He was trying, trying his darnedest to restrain, but his right hand at that moment felt like it had a mind of its own.

Ran seductively kissed the tip of his throbbing manhood.

Fuck.

He's losing it. He'd have to put his hand behind her head. Fuck this. His length – he wanted it shoved down her throat. Now.

But Ran abruptly stopped and slapped his hand away.

"Hey. I'm still kissing you." She said, sullenly. "So no touch."

Shinichi cursed in dissatisfaction.

But the disappointment easily went away the moment her cheeks hollowed, his wholeness disappearing in her mouth.

"Fu—"

He bit his lower lip and tilted his head up, stifling a moan.

She bobbed her head, back and forth, alternating small and big movements, taking Shinichi in, her hot tongue dancing around and under his shaft while she did. Her long hair flowed messily all over the place, and since Shinichi couldn't touch anything from her while she kissed him, she used a free hand to gather her hair and pin them in place behind her head. Her other hand joined her mouth in caressing his member, synchronizing their movements before she began quickening her pace.

Eyes a little blurry, he peeked at the woman crouching on top of him. He caught her staring back – beads of sweat accrued on her forehead, her disheveled hair held up by one hand, and her enticing gaze against his, not looking away – she stooped there, between his thighs, ass in the air, watching him observe her while she sucked, sensuously, the remaining strength out of him.

For the many times they did this, this, by far, was the most thrilling.

Then his muscles tensed, breaths became irregular, ragged. His hands dying to hold her head in place, to push her mouth in him deeper, but he'd just frustratingly end up balling into fists against the sheets, aware of what pleasure he'd lose should he violate her rule.

"Shit. Ran I'm—"

She took that as her sign to move her head faster, and rougher, until finally he groaned aloud and his seed flooded her mouth; it was too much that it overflowed, the excess trickling down her chin.

Something about the way her throat moved as he envisioned his essence travel through it, and the way she wiped her chin with her fingers for those she didn't catch, only to lick them all in, made him knit his brows and mouth the word 'fuck', feeling the buildup of energy resurging in his lower body. Holy hell. As far as he could remember, this was his dare. His punishment. Yet, she still managed to spoil him, in the best way possible.

He didn't want it to end like this.

He must spoil her, too.

"Ran, turn around, face the headboard."

She obeyed easily, trudging to the headboard with her knees. Before she could even turn to look at him, something forceful pulled her thighs, her arms stopping her from falling face-flat on the softness of his bed. Her blouse gathered on her upper body, exposing her naked back for his eyes to feast upon.

She heard the ruffling of clothes behind her. "What are you doing, Shinichi?" she mused, cheeks red from the alcohol and their activity.

She was answered by his inviting look and his hands pressing on her buttocks, her skirt raised up and her panties down, causing her to widen her eyes and scowl.

"Hey! You're touchi—!" But she stopped when she saw that feral smirk pulling on his lips.

"I'm not kissing you right now, and you cannot kiss me like this. So I can touch."

Ran felt his tip rubbing against her folds. Her legs stiffened.

"It's not against the rule, is it?" The playfulness of his voice had her heart pounding crazily, though she masked it by feigning annoyance. He must have thought about this earlier, wanting to save it in the heat of the moment where he knew she couldn't resist. And she couldn't protest; he wasn't wrong.

What did she expect, this detective knew how to search for loopholes; a natural at turning everything to his advantage.

"I hate you."

"No you don't. You love me."

He thrusted, eliciting from her a pleasured gasp.

"And you'll love this."

Ran felt like she saw stars.

This was a new position that they would probably only attempt when they're drunk, because she'd be too shy to do this while sober. Though rather embarrassing for her, remarkably, it felt good. Really good.

No – best so far.

Shinichi was big, but she felt him bigger in this angle. And he felt her tighter than ever. More than that, he could see her perfect slender figure—the depth of her spine, the junction where her waist and hips meet, her arched back— and the cheeks of her behind, delicately bouncing with his every thrust.

God. She's so fucking hot.

"Hngh—Shinichi!"

He'd withdraw his length up to her entrance only to shove it back in. He did so repeatedly, and she moaned her ahh's and his name, alternately, voice low and airy but became louder and higher as he quickened. It was their first time to do it while tipsy-drunk and he realized that she's rather noisy in bed with alcohol in her system. Fucking sexy.

He accelerated more, eyes glued to her buttocks bouncing as he pumped into her core nonstop. Her voice crescendoed into pleasured cries, screaming, 'it's so good', and damn— that just caused him to grab her ass tighter.

The pleasure built up for both of them as he got faster and faster, hips pummeling her rough and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin couldn't be contained – so loud it probably echoed in his hallway – but they couldn't care less. They had the house all to themselves. She could scream his name to her heart's content; no one's going to mind.

He need not even tell her once.

"Fuck! Shinichi—"

"More?"

"More!" She cried.

She wanted more, so he gave her more. He leaned his upper body close to her exposed back, making it easier for his left hand to go under and touch her between her legs. He teased her wet nub with his fingers, rubbing it in circles while he fucked her in earnest. His right hand found her right breast, kneading it so possessively, yet so tenderly like the gentleman that he was, a stark contrast to his rougher actions. His lips were so close to the valley of her spine; if he puckered he'd brush against her flesh. But he amazed himself with his self-control – if he could still call it that – because even so he refused to, as if he was trained his whole life to obey rules. Her rules.

"You like this?" He whispered against her ear.

Words failed her, head spinning in circles, and she bit her lip and nodded vigorously. But he wanted her voice. He rammed her to the hilt, reaching a good spot, her walls clamping hard around him as she tried with all her might to keep her torso bucked up and moving to match his thrusts.

"Then say it, love."

"…Yes!" She yelped, airily, coarsely, like her voice was being sucked away from her. She was no longer in any condition to defy him, to question his demands, even though she originally had the upper hand. But that didn't mean she wasn't liking it. She was loving him and she was definitely loving what they were doing and how he was doing it. How he was doing her.

In between her cries of pleasure, she felt the bundle of nerves under his touch become more sensitive. The stars before her eyes swirled into a giant mass beyond her reach as she drew so close, so near her climax. Clutching tightly on the sheets, she turned her head sideways in an attempt to meet his gaze.

"Don't stop – I'm almost, ah!"

"Ran… Shit, just a little bit – more –"

His bed rocked and shook in sync with their movement, though both were unmindful as her ecstatic whimpers and his deep groans overpowered the creaking sound it produced. In one final thrust, she came, hard and messy and a lot, her hotness enveloping his shaft, trickling down her legs, dampening his sheets. The sensation of her essence coating his member didn't leave him far behind, as seconds later, he filled her with equal warmth and euphoria for the second time of the night. Her fragile body constricted, her folds clung tightly around his length which pumped his release in delicious intervals, and her insides felt so warm, so warm. She had never felt so full. She was treated so fucking right.

Tired, ragged breaths resonated their shared space as he relaxed his hold around her waist, his other hand supporting his weight while his forehead rested on her shoulder sheathed by her blouse shirt, soaked from sweat. Ran felt him soften before he withdrew, and her knees finally surrendered to the strain as she slid them against the sheets, allowing her lower body to recover from the wild ride she had just been in. Shinichi collapsed unceremoniously beside her.

With the remaining consciousness and strength he could muster, he turned to Ran and buried his face in her neck, nuzzling like a comfortable cat.

"You're crazy…" Ran purred, playing with his hair.

"And you're hella noisy." Shinichi replied, cheekily.

He wrapped his leg above her thighs and pulled her closer to him with his left arm, his nose brushing against her neck as he inhaled the scent of alcohol and her sakura perfume and the fabric of her blouse and her sweat. The mix overwhelmed him but that didn't make it any less addicting. She was so addicting. He placed a tender kiss on the tip of her shoulder and she sighed.

Damn this woman. Such a temptress. A temptress he'd willingly fall for every single time. He'd do nothing but give in to this irresistible urge to kiss her, and kiss her, and just fucking kiss her.

He heard Ran giggle.

"Ne, Shinichi."

"Mm?"

"You do know you lost just now."

A beat. Then a sharp exhale.

"Ah, fuck."

Whatever though.

Not anymore in his proper headspace to mind.

A/N: A drunk ShinRan is a slightly-OOC ShinRan. ^^;; (Also just my excuse to write them like this AAHH I'm sorry I shall stop being ShinRan thirsty lmao). Also, updates will be slow after this because I'll be preparing for a licensure exam. Until the next update, let this chapter be my humble offering. I appreciate some kind reviews btw! :) Thank you!