The Sweetest Type of Pain
Pairing: Izaya x Kida
Warning: Male on male content, vulgar language, OOC.
Durarara! doesn't belong to me.
"Ahh…Izaya…no, not…there…hah...angh." The blonde thrashed underneath the black haired man, as his skilled fingers teased the younger man's tip.
Ignoring his demand, Izaya stroked, quicker and quicker. He leaned down, and gently nipped at Kida's nipple, flicking it back and forth.
Convulsing at the pleasure, Kida groaned at the touch. He could feel himself nearing his limit, as his moans came more frequent and louder.
"Ahh…haa...Izaya…I-I'm…I'm gonna cum!~"
Releasing straight onto Izaya's hands, Kida drew out repetitive short gasps, watching as the older man sensually licked his fingers of the white liquid.
Sickly sweet sweat clung to the blonde's bare body, and his length twitched and trembled at the sudden withdrawal of touch.
Izaya, noticing that, smirked.
"Still not satisfied, huh? Don't worry."
The dimmed room was consumed by sounds of breathless pants.
Kida faintly turned his sweated-soaked head towards Izaya, glancing as he unhurriedly pulled his pants zipper down, along with any unnecessary fabric.
Gripping at Kida's waist with both clammy palms, the information broker positioned himself between the blonde's thighs.
"Ready?"
Kida nodded, his erection trembling in anticipation. Izaya let the tip of his engorged length press against the younger man's exposed entrance, rubbing and teasing.
"Ahh!" Kida whimpered. "Izaya…please…hurry."
In a flash of quick movement, Izaya thrusted inside Kida, earning more pleasurable cries from the blonde.
Grabbing at Kida's hips, the two bodies slammed into each other, both panting in pure ecstasy. Izaya thrusted deeper, as the blone's tight hole engulfed his length.
"Angh! Izaya…fuck me…fuck me harder! Ahh…haa…ahh!"
Izaya complied, and moved with shorter, rougher strokes.
"Mmmm, m-more! Deeper…"
Kida was in sexual bliss. Reality became a blur as he succumbed himself to the pleasure.
"I'm-I'm gonna cum." Izaya murmured between gasps.
The flesh and flesh contact became almost unbearable, and the two ejaculated at the same time, their moist lips locking in a painful kiss.
Izaya slipped out of Kida, cleaning himself of any white liquid. He gave one emotionless glance back, and exited through the door.
Kida, regaining his breath, stared vacantly at the place Izaya was momentarily standing.
This was the daily routine for the both of them. Kida laughed in shamefulness.
How did he become like this?
It was only a year ago. Kida had no courage to face Saki, and Mikado and Anri were no longer enjoyable presences. He felt like a forlorn existence. He was desperate, madly so, for a little love.
As he arrived in front of the building, dignity and pride became meaningless words to him.
Kida stood in front of the information broker, inaudible whimpers escaping his lips.
"Orihara Izaya," he began, "Sleep with me."
Izaya, who was the type of person that got affected by words, truly felt baffled.
"Excuse me?"
"Sleep with me," he repeated. "No strings attached. You can do whatever you want. Just…have sex with me."
The black haired man gazed at Kida, with glassy orbs.
"Fine."
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A/N: I feel ashamed for making Kida seem like a slut. D: