Author's Note: As I wrote, this time the update took a lot less time. However, for certain reasons Shiki is not there yet, while he was supposed to. Truthfully, the smut came and overtook the chapter slightly at the end. And it seems I need some practice at it and that's how it happened. Though, I think I will have to start writing smutty oneshots or something to get better and not compromise a whole story :D Anyone has any ideas? Hope you'll still like it and if the story is removed because of the smut, I will update on AO3 under the same title.
Thank you for the responses to the previous chapter and tell me what you think of this one :D
Rihanna - Rush
"Never thought that I could feel somethin so strong
I wanna hold on to this moment before its gone
I wanna hold your body close its callin to me
And when i look into your eyes Im likin what I see"
I gulped down the liquid when I decided it was no longer fascinating to observe how it was sloshing around in the cup thanks to my not so steady hand.
Now that was... somewhat alarming. Around maybe an hour ago the shochu I was drinking started to taste more like water than alcohol and that might have been a cue for me to stop... yet I didn't.
I just didn't care enough to put my cup away, despite the fact one of Shizu-chan's eyebrows seemed to lift higher and higher, questioning every next shot of alcohol going down my throat—he had stopped trying to verbally ask me if it was really wise of me to keep that up more than two hours ago.
Dawn was fast approaching.
My thoughts seemed to swirl in my head the same way the alcohol did in the two bottles I started contemplating, wondering what would be the best choice of wine—Riesling or Shiraz—when that point of focus had been taken away from me, the alcoholic beverages suddenly finding themselves floating in the air, which, even to the slightly inebriated me, was a bit unusual to say the least... Until I blinked a couple of times and noticed Shizu-chan's fingers closed around them, putting them out of my immediate reach.
What was the brute doing, interrupting impertinently my search for alcoholic relief? I didn't remember giving him the right to keep me in check...
Which I didn't hesitate to point out.
"What do you think you're doing, Shizu-chan? I was going to drink that!" I said indignantly, trying to put on a menacing face, not so sure about the result.
"Oh, I'm sure you were, but I don't particularly wish to clean your vomit out of the floor. Especially as I'm in no physical state to do it efficiently. Besides, wasn't it you who was supposed to make sure I won't go over my limit, not the other way round?" he retorted rather tiredly.
"Well, and you're obviously all nice and dandy, so I don't see the problem. There's not even the slightest slur in your words. Why should you complain?" I smiled languidly, looking at Shizu-chan pointedly.
He gave me a roll of his eyes accompanied by a rather long sigh. Was that resignation or frustration?
"Izaya, the simple fact that you still haven't passed out with the amount of alcohol in your system is probably miraculous, taking into account you're not much of a drinker in the first place... Let me just tell you, I'm seriously dreading the moment all of that drinking takes its effect on you. It's either you becoming a dead log for a good couple of hours, probably preceded by retching your guts out, or you starting to do something strange and not necessarily of good nature... Neither sounds good to me. So, I'd be very glad if you left the fucking wine and got to sleep while you still can function at least a bit like a decent human being and not a mad clown with a bad case of a stomach bug..."
Was he serious? I haven't heard him speak so long very often. And he chose to do it when I was, admittedly, a little bit more than tipsy... Something about that little speech scratched me the wrong way; though, I couldn't exactly pinpoint why...
Maybe because he seemed so high and mighty and used that almost condescending tone of voice? Well, he was in for a surprise if he thought I would listen to him like an obedient cowering child. Why should I even pay him any mind? I wanted to get drunk, so I would. I could get as drunk as I wished!
"I think you got confused somewhere in the line of your thinking, Shizu-chan?" I said, squinting my eyes.
"Oh really? I wonder what is it exactly that I got confused, huh?"
"Firstly, you had agreed to my little drinking escapade beforehand. Secondly, I don't think I need your permission to get drunk. I paid for the booze and I'm going to drink it how and when I see fit. Which is pretty much straight out from the bottle and pronto!" I increased the level of my voice.
"Well, I didn't think you could be such an idiot about it when I had agreed on it. And sorry for giving a shit about your well-being... Guess, I should sit back and relax, watching you drink yourself into one hell of a migraine and ruining my tatami mats along the way. Is that what you want, oh great Orihara Izaya?" he snarled, though, there was less bite to it than usual when he was really angry with me.
I bit my lower lip in frustration at his mocking words.
There was still enough consciousness in my mind to comprehend the guy was partially right—the night would certainly end with an awful hangover and while I didn't feel nauseas yet, it could be a matter of time before it hit me. So, all true. However, it seemed like an inevitable outcome if I wanted to get... desensitized and forget for at least a moment about the past that had caught up with me in one of the worst ways possible.
"I'm not a fool, Shizu-chan, so you can give up that tone with me. I just want to get fucking drunk and not think for a moment. Is that so hard to grasp for you? Can't I for once act like the rest of the population and drink myself into oblivion? Is that so fucking bad?" I shouted almost, all of my frustration and anger finally pouring out, the alcohol lowering my inhibitions low enough for me to speak about what I would normally keep to myself.
Guess that drinking that much, and no less in Shizu-chan's company, wasn't well-thought-out in the end.
Oh, I had to be an emotional drinker...!
Shizu-chan just kept looking at me without a word, as if trying to figure out what to say, or maybe what not to say? There was a sense of... dread in his eyes and it irked me even more.
Protozoan! He just couldn't let go, could he? He rarely could when I was involved.
"Why? Why did I think it was a good idea to come to you is right now beyond me... Of all the places I could have chosen... Ah, well, I guess the fault is more on my side, for assuming this once you could be on my side and offer back up when I needed it. Idiot me, ne, Shizu-chan?" I asked him, voice strained from keeping disappointment and bitterness out of it.
I stood up from my position on the floor, staggering slightly from the sudden rush of blood to my head and alcohol, yet managed to keep balance in the end. I smoothed my clothes nonchalantly, as if to show it wasn't a big deal to stand straight, and caught Shizu-chan's eyes, fixed on me intensely.
"Well, I believe I might have overstayed my welcome here, so I'll be on my way home now. Sorry for bothering you with my selfish antics, Shizu-chan. You can keep the booze. There's only wine and beer left and for a strange reason I feel an overwhelming craving for a good bottle of Scotch. I'll probably be in no state to visit you tomorrow like always, so don't wait. Bye." I smiled—admittedly a bit weakly—and moved to the door.
I made maybe around four steps when the brute opened his mouth again. I shouldn't have paid it any attention. I should have left without looking back, ignoring any comment or advice he was to offer, yet an unknown force grounded me in place.
"Are you really going to be this way, Izaya? It's all you and your iconic overbearing act and I don't think you can achieve anything that way. I said something that doesn't sit too well with you, huh? You should know that people who care about you will tend to pry into your personal affairs and, Kami-sama forbid, maybe even try to help you... You've been helping me for quite some time already and I had been reluctant as hell at the beginning too. I've realized, though, one can still survive even when the pride gets a bit damaged in the process of accepting a helping hand. I just can't look at you trying to drink yourself into a coma so the problems could go away. 'Cause they fucking won't! Not that way..."
At some point of his speech Shizu-chan got into a standing position, obviously favouring his good leg, his crutches somewhere out of sight.
I could easily see the man was gravely serious—eyes fixed sharply on mine, jaw tight and fists clenched.
And wile I did understand watching your lover drinking himself into oblivion for reasons that could only be connected to a less than respectable business he have once chosen to be a part of, it didn't make sense why Shizu-chan was so hung up on it.
I mean... he knew who I was and that I didn't have in mind stepping aside from my world for whatever kind of relationship we were sharing. He had to realize I was constantly playing with fire and that I could get burned if something was to go wrong. But, I had accepted it some time ago, faced with my own fragility, and I have thought it was the same with him.
Even when the current situation reminded me once again I wasn't invincible, as I would like to think, and when the seriousness and stress of it made me want to forget about it, there was acceptance for the inevitability of it all.
Oh, but I didn't accept Shiki-san's victory over me, because I had a strong conviction there were no things set in stone as long as there was yet time to act, to plot, to change... As long as there was a future, it was still unknown. You could make assumptions, search for clues, try to predict based on already existing facts, but it was all theory until it actually happened and became the past.
In the end, however, while I did believe in having a good chance of escaping Shiki-san's grasp one more time, the reality that I had to face it was too much at the moment. This once, I had no strength to deal with it. Not yet...
One night. I wanted one night of indulgence and simplicity, but Shizu-chan wanted to deprive me of it and make me bear myself in front of him, to talk and think about things I wanted to keep at the very back of my mind. He wanted me to deal with the problem while it was still too early and all I needed was a light buzz in my head and the warmth of alcohol that spread throughout my body.
I wanted a fucking break from being Orihara Izaya.
Just a night—a couple of hours to be free.
Was that too much to ask for?
"Oh, you're so mistaken... I came to you for help, Shizu-chan, yet you seem to be far too blind to notice that what you offer isn't what I want. What you're offering right now, Shizu-chan, is the peace of your own mind and a clear conscience, because you tried helping me before something bad could happen. I don't want that! I wanted simple companionship." I growled lowly, turning around to face him again with a cold face.
His eyebrow was lifted in a silent question.
"Maybe you don't want it, but what you want isn't always what you need. You seem to be so focused on the fact I want you to finally stop drinking, it looks like you have created a whole theory behind my actions. I can be nice and pretend it's the alcohol fogging your mind—if you let me. Right now, though, you're definitely on the wrong track... What I fucking offered you was a bed to sleep in until your hangover hits you—which is more than likely to happen, by the way—and nothing more if you weren't keen on it. I'm not ordering you to give me the details of what's behind that wild need to drink like a madman. I can ask you once if you want to spill the beans, but that's it. I would accept a simple 'no' for the time being. It's you who's blowing it off proportion..." Shizu-chan answered sternly, visibly irritated by now, yet finding the strength not to rise his voice too much and throw something at my head—a pilot perhaps, thinking about his current state?
After what I've heard, I could only look at him, partially angered, partially bewildered.
I wasn't drunk enough to not understand what he was trying to aim at. However, his words had a highly embarrassing potential behind them. If I agreed with him, I would look like an idiot.
Was I really so stressed and stiff I had taken Shizu-chan's try at talking some sense into me as a personal attack and him trying to rule over me?
He did let me drink quite a lot before attempting to physically stop me and drank two bottles himself. And he really didn't bombard me with questions about my work in the end...
Apparently, I made myself look like a retarded person. Surprise, surprise! Was that the alcohol? I refused to believe otherwise.
And maybe, just maybe, I actually wanted for him to ask, even if I knew I would say nothing, just to know he cared enough to notice something was off and offer the help he was speaking of...
I had no wish or mind to consider it more deeply.
I closed my eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of my nose in vexation and a hint of embarrassment. Ah... it could be more than a hint, really...
Finally, I dared to look Shizu-chan in the eyes again, trying to find my lost composure.
The man was standing patiently in the same spot, accepting my gaze without any kind of challenge in it.
"Ok... I'm going to stay here and we're going to pretend the last five minutes didn't take place. I'm not saying sorry for assuming anything if that's what you're hoping for, but I will say thank you for keeping your cool more or less and not breaking the wine bottle over my head. Is that clear, Shizu-chan?" I asked tiredly.
"Sure, whatever you say, Izaya." he responded and I could see the beginnings of mirth in his eyes.
Bastard, he was getting the kicks out of it!
For all it was worth, I ignored his obvious joy on my account and moved to sit down with my back against the couch, a heavy sight leaving my lips.
After all this arguing, my energy left me and I could only sit there, staring blankly ahead, focusing on Shizu-chan's bland choice of wallpaper—or maybe it was already there when he came and he didn't bother to change it? Ah, who cared in the end?
I could see Shizu-chan shifting to sit on the couch with the corner of my eye and somehow he has found himself behind me, his legs at either side of me. I didn't pay much attention to how he managed that with his injured leg...
I could feel the heat coming off in waves from the insides of his thighs, transferring through the cloth of his trousers and my sweater to my own skin. It was soothing in a way and my body relaxed the slightest bit, despite that our position could look like me being caged by the brute.
Shizu-chan was fast to touch my shoulders, giving them a light squeeze.
"Izaya, would you mind moving a bit?" his voice was low and calm.
"Hmm? What do you have in mind?" I asked, completely forgetting we have just had an argument a moment ago.
"Just... sit up?" he hesitated for a second.
I looked from behind my shoulder and saw he had made room for me between his legs, so I could sit between them on the couch.
It seemed he was fast to forget as well...
"Won't that aggravate your leg?"
"Nah, it shouldn't. It's already quite some time after the accident, the therapy is going slow but with steady progress now, so I'm sure I can stay in such position with little to no problem. It's walking and standing for too long, or trying to move too fast and sharply that gets to me." he explained.
"If you say so..." I shrugged my shoulders and slowly shifted to get comfortable between his thighs, letting my back press against his chest as if it was second nature to me—which it probably was by now, strangely enough. "Is that okay?" I had the mind to ask.
"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." he answered and in the position I was in, I could feel a ghost of his smile against the side of my face.
"Is there a reason for this, or you just got the sudden need to cuddle, Shizu-chan?"
"And what if I did? Besides, why would you ask? You're comfortable, right?"
"Pretty much..." I nodded in agreement, seeing no point in denying.
"Then take what's given and stop asking stupid questions."
"It wasn't stupid. It was perfectly sound."
"Do you really want to continue that line of argument? Don't you think there are better things to do than to waste time on useless banter?" he nudged my cheek with his nose.
"Well, I personally am a fan of banter and find it entertaining, though, if you can offer a sound alternative I wouldn't object." was my curt reply, a hint of interest behind it.
"Oh, I think I can offer quite an engaging option." he breathed on my ear hotly, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
"And pray tell, what is it exactly?"
"Making out, of course, without the sloppy factor, though. That could be left for an occasion we both happen to be drunk off our asses..." he said jokingly and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Sometimes, I just have to agree with you, Shizu-chan, whether I want it or not..." I smiled amusedly, turning my head to the side, to take a better look at his face.
He was smiling as well, eyes happy and visibly travelling from my eyes to my lips and back again.
"It's good to be on the same page for a change..." he murmured, voice swiftly lowered to a sultry baritone, letting excitement surge through me on what was possibly to come.
"Indeed." was my last word, before Shizu-chan lowered his head and connected our lips.
We were comfortable with each other in that aspect, having kissed a good number of times already, both knowing each others' preferences. I was fast to learn, for example, that the roof of Shizu-chan's mouth was rather ticklish and he squirmed if my tongue passed over it in a feather-like caress instead of a firm swipe. Shizu-chan, on the other hand, caught on early that I liked him nibbling on my lower lip the most, which after a few minutes of kissing always became extremely sensitive.
Thanks to that I was sure we both enjoyed kissing immensely and could spend an almost indecent span of time doing only that. Not that either of us saw it as a problem...
Today, however, was different. While I still loved the feeling of Shizu-chan's breath mingling with mine—tongues darting out to taste and teeth giving playful tugs—I felt it wasn't enough. My hands were itching to explore warm skin that wasn't my own and I couldn't wait any longer...
I broke our kiss, both of us panting, and caught Shizu-chan's gaze. From such a close distance, I could see myself reflected in his irises—an eerie feeling. Maintaining eye contact I traced my fingers down his cheekbone, stopping at his reddened, moist lips and travelled lower, caressing the tendons in his neck where I could feel his pulse fluttering under my fingertips and lower still, to scratch lightly over his nipple and the pronounced muscles of his stomach, still hidden under the cotton of his t-shirt.
That t-shirt was a hindrance. It had to go...
I placed my hands at the hem of the cloth, thumbs lifting it slightly, to finally rest on heated skin. Shizu-chan parted his lips, as if to say something, but shook his head after a moment and my hands were covered by his, guiding me to remove the piece of clothing completely.
I smiled at his readiness to help me and kissed the corner of his mouth, but changed my focus to the expanse of skin now before my eyes.
I've already seen Shizu-chan in underwear only, yet each time I had to stop to feast on the view. And why I couldn't say with full confidence I loved the man facing me, I had no problems admitting I loved and lusted after the body that belonged to him—all muscle and sinew, with a hint of fat where it was needed. He was fit, but not unbearably so and made me want to pay my respects to whom made the existence of such raw beauty possible.
I settled for splaying my hands on Shizu-chan's stomach, eager to touch. Soon, it was not enough and I shifted, placing licks, kisses and teasing bites on the skin, feeling muscles contracting lightly under my tongue and lips. I followed down and was welcomed by a thin trail of dark hair under Shizu-chan's navel and immediately thought about where it led to.
Right then it hit me hard that I wanted this man naked in front of me, ready to surrender to my touch, trembling and asking for release.
It almost scared my how much I wanted him that way, as I have never experienced such raw need. It always took a lot of time to make me lose some of my composure during sex and it gave results at the physical level where a moan or two left my throat unwanted. My mind was a place of calm, more focused on cataloguing the physical and mental reactions of my partner—result of the always curious me. And the fact was, those few times in the past I had had sex more out of simple curiosity and practicality than anything else.
Shizu-chan was different... But, should that be a surprise? Wasn't he always?
I closed my eyes for a moment, stopping in my ministrations, taking a calming breath.
"I-Izaya?" Shizu-chan asked softly from above and when I finally looked at him, his eyes were showing slight concern and confusion.
"Mmm? What is it, Shizu-chan?" my words send hot air over his lower stomach and I could feel him tremble delicately.
"I... thought maybe you wanted to stop? You looked..." he started, but didn't finish the sentence.
"Do you want me to stop?" I murmured into his skin, though loud enough for him to hear.
He bit his lower lip, probably not sure of the right thing to say, or maybe confused at the sudden development of the situation into something we haven't done during this relationship after it had become official. After all, it's not like I planned for it to happen when I had decided to come to Shizu-chan's apartment that night...
"I... No. No, I don't want you to stop." he said, embarrassment dusting his cheeks a pale red at his own bold statement and how it revealed his needs. "But... I don't want you to do something you don't wish to do for some reason. Just... don't let me be that selfish." he continued breathlessly.
I smiled again and licked a stripe of skin above the band of his trousers, breath catching in his throat.
"Oh, believe me when I say, Shizu-chan, that being selfish on occasion such as this can be... quite arousing for both parties involved. Also, I don't want to stop myself. So... why don't you let me be a little selfish tonight and continue where I so foolishly stopped?" I lowered my voice seductively and I could hear Shizu-chan swallow anxiously, but he nodded nevertheless.
Excited for this cue allowing me to follow through with what I've started, I placed one last kiss on Shizu-chan's stomach and slowly lowered the sweats and underwear over his hips, enough to expose his pubic hair first.
It was obviously dark, just as his happy trail was, and I had a fleeting thought that it posed an odd contrast with the bleached hair on his skull. My attention was fast back on its track, though, and I lowered the clothes more a moment after, Shizu-chan's dick bared to my eyes for the first time—the one and only time in the past focusing more on the touch than sight.
Shizu-chan hissed silently when the cool air made contact with the heated skin and even before I had a chance to really touch him, his breath was faster than after a few kisses—must have been the uncertainty of my next move.
My gaze travelled to his eyes again. I wanted to see his face when I touched him.
There was lust and excitement, but also anxiousness and I realized that it wasn't only the fact I could see him naked and hard for the first time—most of the guys experiencing some level of stress whether their partner would be disappointed by their equipment, which I wasn't at all. Shizu-chan must have been apprehensive to get completely naked and let me see his scarred thigh. No matter I had seen it during his therapy, it was still an issue, though, not as strong as at the beginning.
I didn't want it to get in the way of him experiencing pleasure I could give him. He was to be focused on me making him feel good, not on the scars that didn't even disturb me in the way he thought.
"Shizu-chan, look at me." I said firmly to get his full attention. "Your pants stay where they are, okay? I won't move them lower, so don't think about such stupid things, hmmm? Can you do that?" I asked.
I wasn't one to be so caring and comforting usually, but for some reason, today proved to be special. I could make an exception...
The brute held my gaze, taking a deep breath, just like me a couple minutes ago.
"Y-Yeah. Sorry. I won't..." he replied softly.
At that assertion I didn't waste my time and enclosed his dick in my hand, giving it an experimental squeeze and delicately rubbing the underside with my thumb.
The response was immediate—Shizu-chan gasped, bucking instinctively into my grasp. And that's how I wanted him—willing.
The flesh under my fingers was extremely hot and increasingly hard. Relishing in the knowledge I was the cause of it, I caressed him in a strong, steady rhythm—all thoughts of teasing him with painfully slow strokes vanished, apparently thanks to my currently non-existent patience.
I wanted to see him undone...
The pleasure was not only visible in the movement of his hips towards my touch and tensing of his muscles, but the breathing that gradually increased in volume, intermittent with an occasional gasp when I rubbed over the head of his dick in a circular motion. And the way his hips trembled each time I did that... It heightened my own arousal, such an enticing view it was.
I wanted to see more. I needed to make him feel so good he would be unable to bite back the pleasured moans rising in his throat, to reduce him to a trembling mess until he could only follow my lead, desperate for sweet relief.
I knew what I wanted to do, yet I had to reluctantly admit it wasn't my expertise. I've done it twice and had just enough knowledge of what was a bad idea, but probably lacked in finesse... Still, my desire to pleasure Shizu-chan was immense and it had the potential to leave him panting from sensual overload.
God, I wanted to see that... And as it would be his first time... he should be more potent to the pleasure of it... probably.
I traced the line of his hip with my tongue, giving a wet kiss to one of his hipbones and rose my eyes once more—I was now between his legs on the ground.
"Try not to choke me, Shizu-chan." I pleaded and pinned him to the couch with one hand, guiding his arousal to my mouth with the other.
"Izaya?!" he exclaimed... surprised? My intention was obvious and maybe he didn't think I was the kind of person who could want to perform such an act and not find it disgusting?
Sometimes I could seem like a bit of a neat freak...
And maybe it was partially true, because the moment my tongue made contact with the tip of his dick and tasted the pre-cum there, I somewhat chastised myself for not putting a condom on him first... It wasn't that horrible, but strange. I haven't done it without using one before, for obvious reasons, and wasn't accustomed to the taste now attacking my taste buds. I wasn't to ridicule myself by stopping to search for one at this point, though. Plus, it was hardly probable Shizu-chan had them stashed around the house and I don't exactly keep them in my wallet...
I hoped I hadn't cringed, as it would likely make things incredibly awkward. It wasn't my intention. I had to pay for acting without thinking first... Gladly, when I sent a brief look at Shizu-chan's face, his eyes were closed.
I've only started and he already looked on his way to heaven...
It was the first time I was seriously glad he had little to no experience in this area.
Returning to the task at hand, I let my tongue travel the underside of his shaft, trying to focus more on the heat and texture instead of the taste. Thankfully, Shizu-chan's reactions worked miracles not only on my self-confidence, but also determination. It felt more than good to make him elicit those low groans.
Getting more engrossed by the minute, I moved to pay attention to the flushed head slowly but steadily leaking clear fluid. When I encased the tip in my mouth and gave it a suck, Shizu-chan jerked under my hand, startling me for a second, but he didn't try pushing himself deeper into my mouth, for which I was truly grateful. I wasn't too keen on testing my gag reflex just yet...
After I was sure he had composed himself, I took more of him into my mouth, minding my teeth the best I could. I felt the shaft throbbing lightly, heavy on my tongue. I focused on the slow motion of moving my head up and down—lips stretched over his girth—and Shizu-chan's scent filling my nostrils. The taste wasn't my favourite—true—but, god, the smell I didn't mind at all. It kept me going.
It seemed, Shizu-chan wasn't much of a talker, but he didn't try to muffle all of the sounds escaping his throat. He was all fast, heavy breathing, low whimpers and an occasional raspy call of my name. His body did all the talking instead. Thighs shivering and stomach tensing, his hands trying to find purchase in the material of the couch and refusing to get a hold of my head—probably in fear of hurting me with how powerful it could be, especially in the moment of high pleasure.
I could sense him coming closer to the brink of release and put more force into my ministrations, making use of my tongue. And then I rose my head slightly and he wasn't under self-imposed blindness any more.
Our eyes met and I almost lost my breath, hit by the intensity of his lust-filled stare. There was a prominent blush high on his cheekbones and his wet lips were parted—looking at him like that made my stomach flutter and clench interchangeably. My own excitement sparked momentarily and my jeans felt so tight it was hard to bear with it.
How could such a simple being become so enticing? He hasn't done anything special and yet...
"Izaya..." he rasped in a voice so low and needy and filled with arousal it made my head cloud with all kind of perverse images with Shizu-chan in their centre.
I was so immersed by watching him I hardly noticed the signs speaking of his imminent release.
"Izaya!" he groaned loudly and then his muscles were clenching even more, thighs trembling uncontrollably... and he came. And it was my name on his lips...
The sight was so superb that the come hitting my throat took me by surprise and only my pride—which seemed to reach insane levels given the situation at hand—made me refrain from coughing like mad and spitting it all out on the bloody tatami mats.
It was worth it—I repeated, when the not so pleasant substance travelled down my throat—the face I got to see when he came was downright worth it! It was worth it to be able to play Shizu-chan like that; as if he was thoroughly under my spell, my power.
Though, next time—if there was such—I was sure to remember about the condom...