Play Fight (pt.5)
What the fuck is this bastard doing? That's the first thing that came to Shizuo's mind when Izaya was biting his lip. He knew this shit was weird, that it shouldn't be happening, that maybe it was the drugs that was making him hallucinate this. Yeah, that's it, it's the drugs.When Izaya finally let go, he tried to keep himself from doing something stupid. But damn him if that didn't feel good. Ah, fuck it.
He blinks, looks straight into Izaya's eyes and says, "You're gonna have to bite me harder than that."
Without a second to spare, Izaya jumps up, grabs the blonde's face with both hands and begins to kiss him. They start slow; making sure to part their lips enough to make a subtle smacking noise. Izaya opens his mouth a little wider, allowing his teeth to softly clench the right side of Shizuo's lower lip.
Shizuo puts his hands on Izaya's back, bringing him closer. "Bite harder, idiot." Izaya let's out a playful grunt, wraps his arms around Shizuo's neck and eagerly shoves his tongue inside his partner's warm mouth.
Shizuo lifts him up from the floor, forces his legs apart with his right knee and sits him on his lap. The kisses are now gradually becoming longer. Izaya's left hand hides in the soft, blonde locks, and pulls. His right hand begins to work on the buttons of the bartender's vest. Once those are out of the way, he removes the other hand from Shizuo's hair and rips open the shirt that lies underneath.
"Bastard!"
Any other time, the damn smirk painted on Izaya's face would've been met with a vending machine, but not right now. Instead, Shizuo moves his hands over Izaya's ass and squeezes as hard as he can.
"Aah, Shizu—" Before he can finish, Shizuo pulls him in, wraps his lips around his tongue and starts to suck. His groin is right on top of Shizuo's, so whenever the blonde pulls away, he thrusts into him.
Izaya's fingertips begin to trace Shizuo's abs. His mouth is finally free from Shizuo's, so he finds a tender spot on his neck and begins to lick up and down and up and down.
Shiver. "Take off that stupid coat."
Izaya sits back, stares into those hungry yellow eyes and slowly unzips his coat. It's hanging around his shoulders, ready to fall off, but impatience is running thick through Shizuo's blood. He puts both hands on Izaya's shirt collar and rips the fabric straight down the middle. His hands graze Izaya's chest and settle on his hips. He holds tightly as he lowers himself on the couch.
Their lips meet again, pressing hard against each other, forcing both of the bodies to let out pain riddled moans and gasps.
Shizuo's head tilts back while his lower lip falls victim to Izaya's teeth again. "Izaya…"
The soft whisper activates Izaya's hips. He slides forward, let's go of Shizuo's lip, then slides back. His hands push against the blonde's chest, slowly clawing as his pelvis grinds and swirls around Shizuo's hardening cock.
"Uhnn..Sh-Shizu-umph!"
The hands gripping at Izaya's hips begin to guide him, quickening the pace and slowing it down whenever their hearts began to beat so fast it seemed likely they would burst out of their chests.
Izaya's lips hover over Shizuo's, occasionally bumping into his as he takes slow and heavy thrusts. His tongue slips out, traces the outline of the blonde's lips and lands a passionate kiss. "Nnn.." He takes a breath, tightens his legs and humps faster.
"Shit, I-Izaya…"
"Kiss me, Shizu-chan." His face is glowing, his cheeks are covered in a soft pink. "Please."
Shizuo pulls the dark hair on the back his lover's head. He starts kissing around the exposed throat, lightly pressing his lips as he slowly moves up. He nibbles on the chin, licks it, and takes a deep breath before burying his tongue in Izaya's mouth. Inside, the two tongues brush against each other, twirling around and around before they shy away as Shizuo's head switches direction.
Izaya's nails dig deeper. His lower body does the same.
"Aaah- k-keep doing that….flea….don't stop…."
Izaya grabs Shizuo's unbuttoned shirt by the color and flings both of their bodies to the open section of the couch. He quickly scoots down, stops when his eyes meet the belt around Shizuo's pants and unbuckles it. He unbuttons, unzips, and carefully removes Shizuo's black pants from his body. His fingers slip under the waistband of the boxers in front of him and slowly pulls them down.
Shizuo's on his elbows, looking down at Izaya with anticipation.
"Shizu-chan…" His hands begin to work on his own belt. Within seconds, he strips himself of all his clothing. He positions himself between Shizuo's legs, sticks his right index finger in his own mouth and lathers it with saliva.
With the tip of his wet finger, Izaya feels around Shizuo's hole. Twitch. He bends over and welcomes Shizuo's stiff member in his mouth while his fingertip traces around the small opening. He presses a little, barely poking inside.
"Wha—"
Shizuo relaxes and lays back as Izaya's mouth slides over his dick.
"Nnnn…"
The warm, curious tongue moves around the head as his lips lock on a little over half of his lover's hardness. His left hand begins to jerk what he couldn't fit in his mouth; quickly pumping up and down, filling the room with slurping noises and quiet moans.
Izaya puts his hands behind Shizuo's knees and holds them parallel to his chest. He grabs his dick with his right hand and presses the head against the blonde's hole.
"It would be a shame to let those painkillers go to waste, ne?"
Shizuo springs up, his hands clutching at Izaya's shoulders and begs. "N-no…Izaya!"
Squish.
Shizuo blushes, his eyes begin to water. His lips part, releasing a quiet, but arousing grunt.
Izaya leans forward, slips his tongue into the quivering lips in front of him and let's his hips drive further inside.
Out. In. Out. In. Slowly. Out. In. Out. In. Deeper.
The string of saliva connecting their mouths disbands as Shizuo's body falls back down on the couch. The broker's left hand hand is glued to his right hip, sliding him up and down while the other, eager to please strokes the throbbing cock.
"Shit, Shizu—UH!"
Underneath him, the man he's slamming into begins to move. Legs wrap around his waist increasing the intensity of the penetration.
Sweat begins to trickle down Izaya's face, falling simultaneously with every hard hump. He's going much faster now, slapping his grown against Shizuo's ass. His mouth opens to let out something, but all that comes out are broken grunts.
"I-..Izaya.."
Shizuo throws his pelvis into the air. It hangs there and trembles as his dick relieves itself from the milk inside. "Unph!"
"Uh-uhm…." Izaya's squeezes his eyes shut, throws his head back and comes inside Shizuo.
Shallow breaths echo around the room. Izaya's body slumps beside Shizuo. He removes a few wet strands from the blonde's face and kisses him one more time before resting his head on his chest.
Just as the sun peers into the room, the lovers wrap their arms around each other and wonder off to a sweet slumber.