01: Everyday and Commonplace
Izaya sits with his beloved laptop on his lap, typing into the website's conversation window. He is so intrigued by his current discussion that he misses the sound of Kasuka finishing his shower and stepping out of the bathroom. In fact, he doesn't notice until Kasuka has wrapped his arms around him from behind.
"What are you up to?" Kasuka asks, his tone flat - but Izaya can pick up the fine undertones of suggestiveness. Clearly, Kasuka wants something.
"Nothing," Izaya says, closing his laptop after having typed a final good night message. "The real question is," he starts, setting his laptop on the coffee table before twisting around to face Kasuka, "what are you doing?"
There's mirth in Kasuka's eyes that doesn't show on his face. "I'll leave that up for you to figure out, Izaya-san." There's a low rumble in his throat that is making Izaya want to stop teasing and just get on with it but, no, he needs to get used to savouring these moments with Kasuka because they are few and hard to come by.
Giving in a little bit can't hurt though. Izaya laughs a little, closing his eyes as he presses his forehead up against Kasuka's. "What do you want to be doing?"
"You," Kasuka says bluntly; with him, there has never been a need for preamble. And Izaya breaks out into a full fit of giggles.
"I think I can go with that." Izaya says quietly, smiling; genuine smiles by Izaya are just as hard to come by, Kasuka thinks.
Kasuka kisses him softly on his lips. Izaya is more than compliant. They press onward and the chaste kisses are no more. Kasuka's tongue is probing Izaya's mouth, his hands slipping under his black shirt; Izaya's arms are looped around Kasuka's neck, pulling him downwards. He figures that they don't need to do it in the bedroom right now because he really doesn't want to move; the couch will suffice.
Kasuka is the one who breaks apart to murmur a soft, "I love you."
Izaya only nods, tugging at the waistband of his pants to encourage him further.
But they are interrupted by a more-than-rude knocking; it is both incessant and unecessary. He had wanted this night to belong only to Kasuka and himself.
Izaya sighs as he moves out from under Kasuka. If Kasuka is disappointed, it doesn't show. "Who is it?" Izaya calls out, trying his best to hide his annoyance.
"It's me, you asshole."
It's Namie.
Izaya lets out a loud sigh. Fuck, he hates interruptions - especially interruptions to something as important as this.
He casts Kasuka an apologetic look, but Kasuka simply shakes his head as if to say "don't worry about it" and heads towards Izaya's bedroom. After all, no one needs to know that they are involved - especially in this way.
Izaya puts his shirt back on and does his pants back up, trying his best not to look too debauched before opening the door for her.
"I figured I'd hand your file to you tonight so I wouldn't have to show up tomorrow," Namie says, scowling. "I didn't want to have to show up on a Saturday. I see enough of you as it is." Izaya barely contains a bitter retort, finding it more towards his advantage if he lets this one slide – only this once, never again, mind you – so that he can spend time with Kasuka.
Izaya all but snatches the folder from her hands and shuts the door in her face. He doesn't even bother to say good night or make a smart remark before returning to the task at hand, simply tossing his precious file onto the coffee table alongside his laptop.
"Where were we?" Izaya asks, grinning slyly.
"Here," Kasuka whispers, pulling Izaya towards him. He receives no resistance; Izaya wants this, all but melting into Kasuka's gentle caresses.
"I wish we could be like this forever," Izaya says breathlessly into Kasuka's hair as he moves down, biting and nipping at his neck. Kasuka doesn't apologize but the slight pause tells Izaya that he was about to. Izaya smiles, cupping Kasuka's cheek in his hand as he brings them face to face again. No words are exchanged and they simply kiss; no words need to be exchanged.
The slowwarmperfect pace they're going at is just enough to drive Izaya crazy but not enough to drive him over the edge. He loves this. He can't hold in a moan of appreciation as Kasuka touches him just there and in just the right way; it makes him wonder, if only for a moment, how he came about acquiring such a wonderful lover.
Before Izaya can think further, they're kissing again and this, he thinks, is where he'd like to be.
But, by tomorrow morning, they'll be caught in the chaos of their own, personally-crafted worlds again.
Tomorrow morning can wait until then. Right now, Izaya wants to entertain the notion that he could very well be in love.
I'll continue depending on what kind of response I get, I suppose. hahaha
