The Informant cringes, tightening his grip on the comforter of the Awakusu executive's bed. While he was generally comfortable with his body and therefore his nudity, something about being fully naked while Shiki remained fully clothed; left a bit of discomfort in him.
Still, it's not his nudity that has him cringing.
Shiki's lubed fingers push deeper into him, his other hand placed along Izaya's spine, holding him still as he probes the tight hole. Standing, bent over Shiki's bed, the Broker can't help but wonder why he ever agreed to something this ridiculous.
"Relax, Orihara-san. You're too tight."
With clenched teeth, Izaya makes an attempt to relax himself, feeling the elder's fingers spacing and stretching inside him. From between his arms, he can easily see his length, fully hardened by the stimulation that had been going on for well over ten minutes. Just how long did it take to prep him?
"Hurry.." Izaya tells him, lifting his head to glance back at the man.
A smirk lifts Shiki's lips, seemingly amused by the rush the boy puts on him. The hand that had been sitting on his spine is lifted. Drawing his fingers out of Izaya, Shiki uses his sullied hand to pull the Informant's ass open, pressing something small, smooth and round against his stretched hole.
"There's a long string attached to this. It shouldn't get lost so don't complain to me about it."
Izaya nods, feeling the toy pushing in not long after. Following this, both Shiki and Izaya will be traveling to a second location to attend a meeting in which Izaya will be playing partial, translator, partial information broker. Izaya had always known that his fluency in both English and Russian would come in handy. However, he had never even thought that he would be forced to translate and broker, with a vibrator pressing against his insides.
As the small toy delves deeper inside him, furthered by Shiki's fingers, Izaya can't help but groan between clenched teeth. He wanted to deny the way the toy had his cock twitching, anticipating the attention it wouldn't be getting for a few hours, but it was impossible at this point. When Shiki's fingers withdraw, he steps away for a few seconds, digging around somewhere Izaya can't see before returning to stand beside him. "Stand up straight for me. I'm going to hook this up next and I'll need to hook it onto your jeans afterwards."
Glancing back at Shiki for a second, he follows instructions, moving to stand up straight despite the odd feeling of the toy inside him. It was comfortable for the most part, but still odd to have that string brushing lightly against his thighs.
The man adorned in the white suit, brings his hands up to display two black, square looking things with a long wire running from each of them. Through the middle of the squares is a small space, confusing in structure to the Informant who had yet to dabble too much into the various shades of Sadomasochism.
Pressing one of the black squares to Izaya's chest, he fits one of his nipples between the space, black cushions on top and underneath. Turning two screws, he tightly secures them before moving to his other nipple and securing that one as well. Stepping back, Shiki holds up a palm sized black box before motioning to Izaya's jeans which hang loosely over the bed.
"Put your clothes on and then I'll explain how things are going to go."
"How cruel. You're not even hard and yet I've been naked for so long." The Informant smiles, crossing his arms only to accidentally yank slightly at the wires. Immediately uncrossing his arms, he frowns at the elder.
"I didn't realize you were a dog in heat, Orihara-san. Are you really so eager?"
Reaching out, Shiki's hand tightly wraps around Izaya's length, giving him a few short strokes as he looks down on the boy.
"We're going to be late. Hurry and get dressed. If you're good, I'll bring you back here afterwards and give you what you want."
Izaya maintains his frown, impatient now but knowing that Shiki isn't about to change his mind. Thoughts of the meeting linger back to the Broker's mind as the elder Yakuza releases his length, handing him the black box to attach to his jeans before leaving the room to wash his hands. With Shiki out of the room, Izaya awkwardly navigates putting his clothes on between all the wires coming from inside and on his body. He can hear the loud rush of water from the faucet in the background, glad that the man at least wasn't observing his awkward re-dressing experience. However, despite his initial troubles, he finally gets his clothes back on. Hooking the black box onto his jeans, Izaya zips his jacket up to hide the wires and square clamps.
With Shiki still gone from the room, Izaya allows his eyes to wander a bit more than they had previously. He currently stands within Shiki's bedroom, a simple bedroom at that. Grey walls surrounding him, two abstract drawings with a thick, black frame, hang on the wall. To his right near the open door; rests a darkly colored wooden dresser, free of dust and any personal items that might give anybody the idea that the room is currently lived in. It's almost eerie to the Informant as he looks around the room. The question of whether or not Shiki ever came home and used his apartment for more than sleeping crossed his mind. Not a single personal item could be seen, nothing to say that he had a family, friends, a life outside of his unsavory work. Even still, Izaya only smiles. This is likely the reason Shiki had few qualms bringing him here, what sort of information could be swipe from a simplistic room like this?
Before the Informant can continue lightly mining for info on the elder, Shiki returns. Taking a few short steps towards Izaya, he stops a few feet from him, drawing two things from one of his pockets. Holding up the small, rectangular devices, he motions to Izaya.
"These are remotes. This one goes to the toy." Shiki takes one of the devices, now holding one in each hand.
"And this one goes to the the black box on your jeans." Motioning to the other remote.
"I'm going to play with each of these during the meeting, if you're good and stay quiet, I'll bring you back here after the meeting.. However, if you disturb my guests and they catch on, I'll tie you up and let them have their way with you."
Sliding one remote into both of his pockets, he turns around, moving for the door.
"Now come on. I don't want to be late."