Izaya was carefully observing Shiki's face as his fingers continued to move inside him.
Never before had he seen the man loosing himself that much, never before had he seen this face showing such an interesting range of emotions. Izaya loved the way the man moaned as he curiously ran a hand in the inside of his thighs, he loved how he arched his back everytime his fingers brushed against his prostate, mouth openning in a breathless cry.
Somehow, Izaya was really thankful to Akabayashi for this.
As he continued to move his fingers, the informant grabbed the bottle of lube, doing his best to apply the liquid on his cock as fast as he could, curious to see how the man would react and eager to be inside that tight heat.
Removing his fingers he warned, "Shiki-san, I'm going to enter you".
He nodded and Izaya slowly pushed himself inside, intently looking at Shiki, fists clutched, eyes closed, sweat forming all over his body, face tensing with pain as the informant pushed deeper, burying himself to the hilt.
It felt heavenly.
Concerned, he leaned down, leaving a featherly kiss on Shiki's lips, licking the tip of his ear before whispering, "Don't worry Shiki-san, I will move when you're ready"
While waiting for an answer Izaya kissed him again, licking and sucking at his neck leaving a trail of saliva and light red marks as he moved his mouth, running his hands in Shiki's tighs while holding them in place, occasionnaly glancing at his face.
When he saw his features slowly relawing, he smiled, eagerly waiting for the moment Shiki would voice his needs.
"Move", the word was spoken softly, mixture of a plea and an order but Izaya didn't care anymore. Shiki's ass felt good and he needed more.
As he started to move slowly, the yakuza threw his head back, breathing heavily and moaning, he didn't remember how it came to this and he didn't care anymore.
He moved his hands curiously on Izaya, putting an arm behind his neck and dragging him toward him, pulling him down for a kiss they had to break all to soon.
The room was echoing with breathy moans and cries emanating from both of them, sounds of skin slapping against skin resonnating in the barely furnished place, there were no words anymore, as if they had forgotten how to speak, prefering to use their tongues for other activities, their bodies conveying anything they would need to say.