A/N: More smut! This story is going to start having a lot of it, there's a reason I started writing it and it wasn't because I wanted to write endless fluff.
Enjoy~
Haha, rated M for a reason, darlin'
Summary: 'As long as he doesn't hang up' can be a very irritating rule to follow.
There are a number of ways Shizuo Heiwajima prefers to wake up in the morning.
Among them number waking up late, waking up to rain on a Saturday, or waking up in a good mood because nothing terrible had happened the day before. They're all acceptable ways to come to consciousness that never fail to mark the day as a good one.
Generally, Shizuo does not consider waking up late for work at Izaya's house a good way to start his day. Especially not after the late night he'd had before. Which, for the record, had been fantastic -he'd always suspected Izaya was vocal, but he hadn't quite been expecting that.
Right now though, Shizuo is trying very hard not to think about it, mostly because he already has morning wood and Izaya is passed out next to him, and he has work.
Or at least, he supposedly has work. If Shizuo has any say, he's going to take the day off. There's a good chance that Izaya isn't going to be able to get out of bed, considering how the blond treated him the night before. Part of him feels a little guilty, but the rest of him is having trouble not recalling the way the Raven called out his name in that hoarse, desperate, yet oh-so-sweet voice.
The vivid memory does nothing to help his physical state, Izaya's naked body rubbing up against his side isn't helping either. Certainly it makes things worse when the man lets out a breathy sigh, shifts his position over Shizuo's leg, before mumbling under his breath, "Mmm, Shizu…"
It's cute. It's also turning him on.
Closing his eyes, Shizuo considers pressing his head into the pillow and rolling over once more, ignoring both the work problem and the Izaya problem. Maybe, if he wakes up again in another few hours, both will have sorted themselves out.
His plans are quickly dashed, however, as his phone rings from somewhere on Izaya's nightstand.
Letting out a loud curse, which seems to wake up Izaya, Shizuo lunges for his phone quickly, and stares at it in a tired, defeated sort of way. Meanwhile, the raven-haired man on top of him stretches, brushing up against Shizuo's erection, which is still there.
Ah fuck, I really don't want to deal with this.
"Who is it?" Izaya askes, his voice sleepy and just a little raspy, no doubt as a result of their night before.
"It's Tom-san," Shizuo mutters, shifting so he's sitting upright, putting distance between himself and the sleepy Raven. "I… I really don't want to deal with work right now."
"Call off," Izaya responds easily, lifting up the sheets curiously as he does so, and grinning maliciously at what he finds. "After all, it seems like your mind is elsewhere."
"It's not my fault I had you rubbing yourself all over me this morning," Shizuo grunts, scowling at Izaya. The informant has the nerve to blush, and bat his eyelashes innocently. "You're the one being an asshole."
"You love this asshole," Izaya quipps back.
The phone rings between them, insistent and irritating.
"Go on, answer it," Izaya tells him, lowering his lids and prodding his bottom lip with his tongue. It's amazing how quickly he's woken up. Shizuo wishes he could be so alert in the mornings. "You can't tell him you're not coming in for work if you don't pick up."
"I could just ignore it," Shizuo mutters, though he knows he's not going to. "He'll figure it out."
But there's no way he'd do that to Tom. So it's with a sigh he picks up the call and holds the receiver to his ear.
"Hey."
"Shizuo? Is everything alright?"
It's at this precise moment that Izaya decides that Shizuo's life is not nearly interesting enough. Because one moment, the blond is about to have a perfectly normal conversation with his Boss, and the next moment, one of the informant's delicate hands is on his half-hard dick. Before Shizuo can tell him to kindly fuck off because now is so not the time, Izaya strokes him, and he has to hold his breath to keep from making a very incriminating sound.
Glaring at the shitty Flea, Shizuo tries to tell him with his eyes to at least wait until he's off the phone.
"Shizuo, are you there? What's going on?"
Struggling to keep his tone under control as the Raven continues to mischievously trail fingers over the blond's erection, Shizuo takes a deep breath and says, "I'm still here. I'm fine, just-" He has to stop for a second as Izaya strokes him in earnest, their dry skin chafing against each other as he does so. "I had a late night yesterday."
As soon as he's finished speaking, he glares at Izaya once more with enough power to bore a hole through the man's skull. All the Raven does is lift a finger of his free hand to his lips as a lazy, evil smile crawls over his face.
"Is that why you didn't come into work today?" Vaguely, Shizuo knows that his boss sounds worried, but he's having a lot of trouble concentrating on that because Izaya is very languidly sucking on his fingers, making an obscene face as he does so. And he never stops stroking Shizuo's cock, talented fingers moving like he knows exactly what he's doing.
Of course he does, the little shit.
"I- Yeah," Shizuo responds, knowing for a fact his voice is most definitely unsteady. Puffing out a breath, he, holds the reciever away from his mouth and hisses, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Izaya's response is to lift an eyebrow. "Keep talking, Shizu-chan," he purrs, carmine eyes glittering in the morning light. Taking his hand off of Shizuo for a moment, the man throws off the sheets, revealing his own naked body and growing erection that's bobbing between bruised, marked thighs. "You wouldn't want to worry your boss."
"You don't sound too good." Hearing Tom's response to his own words, Shizuo clenches the fingers of his free hand in a fist. The joints creak. "I guess you probably shouldn't come in today. I take it you're sick?"
Moving the hand now thoroughly coated in saliva to Shizuo's pulsing erection, Izaya shifts his position till he's lying between the man's legs, a smirk playing across his lips all the while. Struggling not to swear loudly as pleasure jolts through him, obscuring what rational thought he had left, Shizuo grits his teeth for a moment before answering Tom.
"I- Something like that." Hoping Izaya can read in his eyes exactly what he's going to do to the Flea the moment he has both hands free, Shizuo slowly continues, "I'm not sure what's wrong, but I should-" His breath catches as Izaya's thumb presses into the vein on the underside of his dick, and it's all he can do not to hang up and flip the Raven over right then and there.
"Should what?"
Coughing to cover the involuntary sound that escapes him, Shizuo says, "I should be fine tomorrow. I'm just… Gonna take today off."
And he knew precisely what he was going to do with that day…
Izaya has the nerve to lift his ass into the air and wiggle it enticingly. The motion also brings his face tantalizingly close to the blond's crotch, and Shizuo has to hold back a moan as the man leans forward before licking a teasing stripe up the underside of his dick.
"That's fine, it's not like you usually take days off." If Tom has any idea what's happening on Shizuo's end of the line, he gives no indication. Which is good, because Shizuo has no idea what he'd say in response. "If you take one off, it's not going to kill anyone."
"Sorry for not- Not calling sooner, Tom-san," Shizuo responds, attempting to keep his voice level as Izaya's tongue flicks out over the leaking head of his cock. It's an absolutely sinful scene, and he really needs to hang up with Tom now before things go further.
"It's alright, just rest and get better."
That sounds like an end to the conversation if he'd ever heard one.
"I guess I'll let you go," Shizuo says, trying not to sound too eager.
As he says the words, Izaya pulls a pouting face, as though his fun has been ruined. He actually has the audacity to let out a little whine through his nose and scowl at Shizuo. Narrowing his eyes in response, Shizuo hopes Izaya knows exactly his opinion on the whole subject. That opinion being that the Raven should have stopped touching him several minutes ago and just let him make a phone call in peace.
"I'll let you get back to sl- Oh, wait!" Shizuo's half-way to hanging up when Tom's exclamation surprises him. "Actually, I wanted to go over some numbers with you if you have the chance. I was going to talk them over today, but seeing as you're sick, I can just fill you in now."
Opening his mouth to tell Tom that really, it'd probably be better to tell him a different time, Shizuo's stopped by Izaya's raised brow and those ivory fingers stilling on his dick. "Go on, keep talking," Izaya murmurs, almost like he's daring Shizuo to hang up. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of important work after all."
There's a nagging voice in the back of Shizuo's head that tells him if he puts down the phone, Izaya's going to walk away, and he's going to have to deal with his problem on his own. That prospect isn't a particularly fun one. Even if the stipulations for this are absolutely unfair, Shizuo's not about to argue.
He's not sure he has enough coherent thoughts in his head left to do something like that.
"I- Yeah, sure Tom-san," he says at last, knowing full well that his usually strong voice sounds a little weak. "Go ahead."
He's not sure when Izaya wrapped him around his finger, but Shizuo knows it's worth it when the Raven surges upward and wraps his chapped and abused lips around the dripping head of the blond's cock like it's the only thing in the world he cares about.
After that, it's anyone's guess what Tom's saying in his ear, all Shizuo can focus on is Izaya's warm, talented mouth, and not making a sound. It's exactly as difficult as it sounds, and the shitty Flea is not making it any easier.
Bobbing his head slowly at first, before picking up speed, Izaya lets out a faint moan as Shizuo's hips jerk upwards into his mouth. It's not as though the man can stop himself, it's all he can do not to break the phone still clutched in his hand.
"-But compared to last year, I think it's definitely an improvement, though there's still some room to grow-" Tom is still talking, Shizuo hopes to god no one ever asks him questions over what the man is saying, because he most definitely isn't paying attention.
Reaching forward, Shizuo finds Izaya's hair with his free hand and tangles his fingers in soft black locks, needing something to hold onto. Releasing yet another delighted moan, one that's just loud enough Shizuo has to worry Tom can hear it, the Raven pushes himself further, as if daring the blond to choke him.
Shizuo's worried he might, but at the same time, he's not sure he could tell Izaya to stop if his life depended on it.
Working fingers over what he can't reach with his mouth, Izaya slows down his pace, hollowing his cheeks and staring up into Shizuo's eyes as he does. It's such a taunting display, the blond has to wonder if the man before him is trying to end him. If he is, it's working.
"Of course, we also have to worry about Vorona now, but it doesn't seem like that's going to be much of an issue, don't you think?"
Recognizing that he's probably supposed to answer, Shizuo manages in a rough voice, "No, it should be fine."
God, he was going to kill Izaya when this was over.
"Good, I didn't think it would be. And besides, you two seem to get on well. I'd hate to have to-" Tom's words are once again lost to Shizuo as Izaya winks cheekily before deepthroating the man's cock and swallowing around him hard.
The world itself starts to fade as overwhelming pleasure rockets up Shizuo's spine, leaving him gasping for air and struggling not to thrust into Izaya's mouth. It's a narrow thing, the only thought stopping him is that if he does, he's liable to actually hurt the man. But it's difficult to control himself. Even now, his whole lower body jerks every time Izaya swallows around him, his throat tightening around his sensitive flesh so very skillfully.
And, just to make matters worse, Izaya chooses that moment to take one of his free hands and start jerking himself off. The blond is left unable to do anything but watch with clouded arousal as Izaya quickens his pace, bobbing his head more erratically as his own body begins to shake with need. His hand is desperately sliding over his own taught erection, and his eyes are fixed on Shizuo's, almost like he's daring the man to stop him.
Even if he could have, there's nothing in heaven or on earth that would have convinced Shizuo to do anything but grip the man's hair and draw shuddering, barely controlled breaths. His whole body is on edge, he's so close to coming, and Izaya's only dragging him closer, his talented tongue and sinful mouth sending lancing heat and breathtaking want shooting through him with every passing second.
Feeling his balls tighten, warning him of his impending orgasm, Shizuo pulls at Izaya's hair instantly, warning him without words of what's happening. The Raven's only response is to moan long and low over the man's sensitive flesh, as though daring him to pull away.
That daring look is all it takes, Shizuo's vision goes white and he lets go of Izaya's hair for a moment so he can cover his mouth with the back of his hand, stifling the involuntary sound that escapes as best as he can. Without so much as batting an eye, the goddamn Flea swallows, letting out his own muddled sound of pleasure while he does. He keeps on swallowing afterward, milking Shizuo of every drop like he can't get enough.
The blond can't summon enough brain power to tell him to stop or push him away, he just clutches the phone in his hand till it creaks, and clenches his teeth till they threaten to crack as his orgasm washes through him, leaving room for nothing else but Izaya in his head.
"But that should be it for today." Distantly, he's aware that Tom is wrapping up, which is a good thing, because as Izaya pulls his mouth off of him with an audible pop, Shizuo notices that he's still desperately pumping his own swollen erection, trying to relieve himself of the same problem. "I'll let you get back to sleeping now. I hope you're better tomorrow."
"I will be," Shizuo manages, his voice slightly more stable now. "Thank you Tom-san, I'll see you then."
Hanging up before Izaya can say anything about it, the blond drops the phone and pushes the other man to the bed, his golden eyes blazing. "You are a little shit," he growls, grabbing both of Izaya's hands and pulling them away from the man's leaking cock, easily pinning him to the sheets below. "I should throw you across the room, I-za-ya~"
"Yes, m-maybe later," Izaya agrees, squirming under him, his eyes pleading. "I'm sure you're very angry, but admit it you had a good t-ah-hh-" His words devolve into panting as Shizuo uses a free hand to grab the man's erection and stroke it, hard and fast.
"Oh, I had a great time," Shizuo agrees, leaning closer so he can murmur the dark words directly into the Raven's ear. "But I have the whole day off now, I-za-ya, and I'm going to make you regret it."
It doesn't take Izaya long to come, within seconds he's jerking into Shizuo's hand, burying his face into the man's shoulder and spurting white seed across both of their chests. The sounds he releases as he does so are just as good as the ones from the night before, and they awake something wild in the blond, something almost primal.
When he says he's going to make Izaya regret torturing him, he means it.
As he finally stills beneath Shizuo, the Raven's eyes flutter open once more. Staring up at the man, his breathing unstable, Izaya's lips suddenly twitch up into a satisfied grin, as though this is exactly what he wants. "I suppose it's a little late to be asking you to be gentle, ne Shizu-chan?"
Shizuo just laughs.
All things considered, he's definitely adding this to his list of good ways to wake up.
A/N: It's been literal years since I last wrote smut and it shows. I apologize.
