"Are you saying that you're a normal person?"
"Who gets to decide what's 'normal' anyway."
"Society does. Collectively. Whatever strays from a pattern followed by the majority is deemed 'non-normal'."
"Who cares. So I'm not normal. I'm still as much a person as you are. All your talk about human this and human that, it sure sounds like you don't think yourself as a mere human yourself."
"Ah. Is that so."
"But you are very human. You have your freak out moments like everyone else. And you'll come if I jerk you off just right."
Izaya chuckled. Very aware of that there was hardly any space between them in bed.
"That's not really something to be proud of. It's called 'involuntary response to stimuli'. It's obvious that my body would react to stimulation of that sort."
"Yeah. Because you are a person."
Shizuo touched him very lightly, fingertips barely grazing.
"A horrible person?"
"Maybe. But a person for all that."
Shizuo kissed him lightly then with some insistence.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"You don't seem to be against it."
"I didn't say so."
"You don't have to say it. I'm not blind."
Shizuo kissed him again and moved to nipping his neck. Izaya smiled.
"Ah. Indeed."
He divested Izaya of his remaining clothes without breaking a string of kisses.
"Condom?"
"I didn't bring any. Figured you'd be hovering about all the time so there was no point."
"We'll just use mine, then."
"Ah, I see. You thought that you might as well score some while you're on vacation in Okinawa."
Shizuo produced a condom from the back pocket of the pants he had discarded.
"Or I was planning on getting you. You figure it out, you're the smart one."
Izaya traced the faded scars on Shizuo's chest.
"Either way you're not supposed to keep condoms in back pockets. It says so in the instructions. It can damage them and thus render them less efficient."
"Never bothered reading those."
"I rest my case."
"But I brought this as well."
Shizuo got a tiny bottle from a shirt he had tossed over a chair.
"My, you got lube and all."
"Don't want to use it? I'm fine either way."
Izaya laughed.
"I bet. But I'm not into pain."
This time Izaya initiated the kissing and let large hands roam over his body. It surprised Izaya how natural it all felt. He clambered on Shizuo's lap and pressed against him. Casting aside fears as lust took over. Izaya ripped open the condom with his teeth.
"You're not supposed to do that either."
"Indeed. But I know what I'm doing."
And indeed Izaya handled the preparations in the most perfunctory of fashions. Shizuo did not care for this going through the motions, there was far too much rubbing of heated flesh and not enough payoff. And then Izaya expertly lowered himself until he was straddling Shizuo. Nails bit into strong shoulders. Shizuo ran his hands along Izaya's sides, skin heating up, each delicate rib drawn against it as Izaya heaved slightly. Through the growing muddled feeling in which Shizuo was cast he made a mental note to get Izaya to start eating properly.
"What are you doing?"
Shizuo had slipped him a condom.
"It's not fair that I get to wear one of these rubber thingies and you don't."
Izaya smirked.
"I really don't like you."
With that said Izaya had no problem picking up a steady rhythm, easily swinging his body up and down in tandem with Shizuo's occasional thrust. He remained silent apart from some panting but no moan escaped his lips, not even as they became swollen from kisses bordering on bites. Shizuo took in every detail as his clouded mind allowed him to, from minute reactions as Izaya gathered momentum to the sharpening glint to his blood red eyes that were so close. Izaya was on a pure control high. So much so that orgasm was an afterthought, blazing white pleasure or not. He slid off and flopped on his side, eyes already closing as he pulled off the condom and tossed it aside.
Shizuo watched him for a while before discarding his own condom and lighting a cigarette.
"You do that with girls and they'll get mad. Falling asleep right after you come."
"Oh…? Maybe. But I never stick around for the sleeping part."
"Thought so."
"And do you have to be a cliché? Smoking after fucking? Gee, how typical."