"You're a guy…not a bride…"
But Shizuo could not keep himself from being half insane over this slow rhythm that was ever so teasing. He reminded himself that Izaya was worse than a flea he was in fact a gnat in human shape.
"Call me 'Izaya-sama'. And I'll ride your dick like no one ever did."
"Yamato Nadeshiko would never say such things."
Izaya straddled him with his thighs, increasing the pressure.
"Aren't you glad you have me instead?"
Izaya moaned into his ear and became completely still. He traced patterns over Shizuo's chest and suckled at the hard nub of his nipples.
"Move."
Izaya could tell that Shizuo was close to just pushing him on the floor and having his way with him.
"Aw, you want to fuck me that much?"
Shizuo humphed in an attempt to sound disinterested but it was very difficult when he was rock hard and inside such tightness. Izaya changed tactics.
"Shizu-chan, you're so big. Drinking all that milk paid off. And your stamina…our wedding night was the best, you did me over…and over…and over again."
Izaya trailed off.
"Stop making up stuff."
Shizuo began to pump him and Izaya had to make an effort not to give in and go all out.
"Hnng…"
He scooped a bit of pre cum and smeared it on Izaya's lips, rather roughly.
"Just look at you. You're not a lady but a whore."
Izaya was not at all fazed. He licked his lips.
"Just the right amount of saltiness. Like miso soup."
Shizuo gritted his teeth. Izaya resumed moving just enough to make Shizuo aware of the tingling that followed each time he jolted forward. Shizuo moved his fist along Izaya's length and gave him one hard thrust. Izaya saw stars and waves of pleasure running up his spine.
"You like this, you filthy slut."
Izaya gathered his bearings as much as he could and smiled through the lust that was consuming him.
"I got you to talk dirty to me, Shizu-chan~"
Shizuo growled something unintelligible. At this point it did not even matter. Izaya settled for a steady pace, working himself into a pattern of fleshy striking flesh. Shizuo hit his weak spot and Izaya forgot all about the mind games. He went all out, impaling himself repeatedly and riding a Shizuo that was far too horny to at all complain over the intense heat that engulfed him.
"Shizu-chan…!"
Izaya tossed his head back, the veil all aflutter in the air, as he came in a series of spasms that sent Shizuo over the edge. Izaya closed his eyes in sheer bliss. Thick liquid coated his insides and trickled out as he rode out the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm.
"Told you not to '-chan' me."
But Shizuo did not sound particularly impressive when he was this breathless, his voice ragged. Izaya climbed out with some difficult and flung himself the sofa. His body was still shaking and he hurt in places he did not know existed. But he was a very happy boy. Shizuo was wondering if he should just leave when Celty popped her helmet into the store and told Izaya that Erika and Walker wanted to meet him.
"Sure, Celty-chan. Just wait a sec."
Izaya cleaned himself while Shizuo cast nervous glances at him and tried not to think too much of the mess he had made and how great it had felt.
"All set!"
Erika and Walker barged into the room, still dragging a very groggy Dotachin that came to his senses amidst the reigning chaos that his friends never failed to cause.
"Hey! How come no one noticed that my name has been misspelled this whole time? I'm 'Kadota' not 'Kadoka'!"
"Dotachin is Dotachin!"
"Yeah! Like Gokudera is Tako-head!"
The ultimate otaku duo danced around then suddenly seemed to remember that they had a purpose here other than putting Dotachin through hell.
"Izaya-kun! We brought you…your Dakimakura!"
"We had to look online for pictures of Shizuo-kun but it turns out his brother has a whole gallery with those! With a section of XXX stuff, naked Shizuo-kun~"
Walker nodded enthusiastically at this.
"Yeah! It made me question my sexuality!"
"Everyone's gay for Shizuo-kun!"
From his plump seat Izaya remarked,
"I knew it. Brother complex."