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“You seriously want to do this?”
Standing before him, was Izaya completely naked, with a hand on his hip and an expectant look in his eyes. Shizuo obviously couldn't help but stare incredulously, glancing between Izaya and the little pink toy that he held in his hand. It looked like a little tear drop with a tail flicking off the end. He's never actually seen one in person surprisingly, but there was no doubt in what it was. When did the flea even fucking buy this?
What had he gotten himself into?
“If I didn't I wouldn't have asked you, Shizu-chan.” The raven says, placing a hand on his waist as if for emphasis, sticking out the curve of his hips to show off his slim figure, knowing just what Shizuo wanted. The small lick of his lips as he stared at his naked body was proof enough.
“And this is fun to you?” Shizuo asks, raising an eyebrow, still not buying this. Has the idiot finally lost it?
“It will be fun for you too, Shizu-chan, promise,” he winks, grabbing Shizuo’s larger hands and placing the small toy in his palm. “You'll like this, promise.”
Shizuo sighs and rolls his eyes, knowing there was no use arguing with Izaya when he had his mind set on something. He knew Izaya was almost as stubborn as himself. They've been together long enough to know when Izaya was scheming something.
“Fine, no turning back then?” Shizuo asks, taking a step forward, looking at the little toy in his hand. “So how does this work?”
Izaya tsks, stepping up to him and reaching into Shizuo's pocket, purposefully brushing his fingers along his leg as he grabs his phone, unlocking it with the password that he knew of course, and scrolling on it for a moment. “There's an app,” he hums, as if just looking for the weather, and not standing completely naked after just setting a pink vibrator in his hand.
“An app huh?” Shizuo snorts, watching Izaya download something on his phone. Hopefully downloading this shit wouldn't give it some fucking virus or something. “When did you even buy this thing?”
“An informant never reveals his secrets, Shizu-chan,” he grins mischievously, handing him back his phone. “See look,” he leans over him, pressing the little touch screen knob on the app, the toy in Shizuo's hand starts vibrating vigorously as he cranks it up to the top. “See, it's like a TV remote. You know how to work that at least, right big guy?” He pats Shizuo's strong chest, tugging at his bowtie as he pressed his chest to his, standing on his tiptoes to reach up to kiss his cheek. “Just click, and you can control it.”
Shizuo glances at the pink vibrator in his hand, then glances down to watch Izaya's face, how his pupils dilated and how he subtly takes a gulp with just the thought. He obviously wanted this, probably had been thinking about it for a while. Shizuo would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little intrigued.
“I see,” Shizuo huffs, playing with the little slide on the app, watching as the vibrator changes its frequency and intensity of the movements.
They were never much for toys, but lately Izaya has been introducing more and more fun things to add. Shizuo didn't mind, but he was… old school, often just fucking with bites and bruises. But he would never say no to a little fun, especially if it was something to give his partner pleasure and a little exhilarated thrill. Anything Izaya wanted. Anything to make Izaya whimper and moan his name.
“You really want this?” He asks again, glancing up at his companion for confirmation. Did Izaya even know what he was getting himself into?
Izaya clicks his tongue and grabs his wrist, tugging him forward again towards their shared bed, “yet again Shizu-chan, if I didn't want this I wouldn't have asked. This is something I've wanted to try for a while, if I'm being painfully honest.”
Izaya turns around to face his bare ass towards him, bending over the bed, spreading his legs apart slightly to stick his butt into the air. It looked as if Shizuo was a police officer about to give him a strip search for drugs shoved up his ass. Well, guess he would have something up his ass in a few moments. Kinda ironic.
Shizuo rolls his eyes, stepping closer to him to grip his ass cheeks, spreading them apart more. “Whatever you want, flea.”
He reaches around Izaya to hold his hand over his mouth. Izaya instantly parts his lips to take his fingers into his mouth, licking along his long digits, his tongue swirling over his fingers to get them wet. It was part of the routine, always getting his fingers wet on Izaya's tongue so he could finger and loosen his hole. Shizuo gives a soft grunt as he takes his hand back, spreading Izaya's ass again to insert a finger slowly into his hole, working open his entrance. He didn't need much, but Shizuo couldn't help but admire the mewls Izaya spilled as he worked open his hole, fucking him just a little while with his fingers just to hear more of the flea's gasps and moans. Izaya moves a hand to bite his own wrist to silence himself, arching his hips against Shizuo’s long fingers. “Come on Shizu-chan, stop teasing.”
Shizuo huffs in defiance, but reluctantly moves his fingers away, grabbing his ass cheeks again and spreading them just enough to grab the little pink toy, slipping it into his entrance easily, leaving the little thin end poking out like a tail.
Izaya gasps softly, feeling the little dewdrop toy fill him up. It was small, but powerful once it got going, just the thought of it being turned on inside of him caused him to shiver in anticipation. “Turn it on,” he says, pressing his ass to Shizuo's clothed crotch, rubbing himself against him.
Shizuo growls softly, reaching for his phone as he grips Izaya’s hips. He always had bruises and bite marks along his thighs and hips, so much it was just a constant state of healing bruises only to be replaced with new ones. Even if they weren't technically having sex right now, the thought of leaving more marks on that perfect porcelain skin drove him crazy.
He grabs his phone, and slides the little dial up just to level 1.
Izaya gives a soft grunt, gripping the sheets, throwing his head back, not exactly expecting the sensation. “Mm, that's pretty good,” he says, standing back up straight, reaching to grab his pile of clothes.
“That's it?” Shizuo asks, watching Izaya slip on his shirt, and then his boxers, that little pink tail peaking out between his ass as he gets dressed, before hiding it behind his underwear and then pulling on his pants.
“Yes Shizu-chan, that's it,” he grins with an excited sparkle in his eye. “You have control now, make it worth it.” He pats Shizuo's cheek as he walks up to him, moving his hands to trail down that strong chest. “I want some coffee, so let's go out, shall we?” He coos, trailing a hand down to brush his fingers over the bulge in the blond's pants. “You okay there big guy?”
Shizuo huffs, scrunching his nose. How could he just casually walk with that thing still firmly inside of him? Guess it was on a low setting, but still.
“Lets go~” Izaya chirps, taking Shizuo's bigger hand and tugs him towards the door, before he skips out into the hall.
Shizuo pauses a moment, shaking his head before he follows him, glancing down at the app on his phone. Izaya was nearly down the stairs when Shizuo slides the dial up on the vibrator to a 5, instantly sending shivers to the toy.
Izaya gasps, gripping the railing as his knees nearly buckle, trying to hold himself up from tripping down the stairs. He didn't expect it to be that powerful, though he should have known Shizuo wouldn't ease into it. Panting as the toy sends waves of ecstasy through him, he tilts his head up, reclaiming his breath as Shizuo settles the toy back down to a comfortable 2.
“Yeah,” Izaya laughs breathlessly, already seeing stars. “Just like that, Shizu-chan, good boy,” he smirks, glancing up at Shizuo with a sly grin, as he continues on his path and heads to the door.
A little remote control to bring him to his knees at the touch of a button? Okay, this might be fun.
Shizuo follows down the stairs and slips on his shoes, stuffing his hands in his pockets, joining Izaya outside. He holds his phone in his pocket, letting Izaya walk ahead of him.
Izaya skips a couple steps ahead, doing his stupid happy little prance, no doubt trying to shift the toy inside of him to get more pleasure from it with each step.
“You know Shizu-chan, you should be more receptive to new things.” Izaya says in a singsong voice, overly chipper. “Who knows, you might find something you like.” He knew Izaya was just spouting nonsense to rile him up, challenging him to up the setting on the toy. He knew that's what Izaya wanted, but not yet.
Lighting up a smoke, he walks casually behind him, letting Izaya settle in on the feeling of it, getting used to the low and slow vibrations, waiting until he least expects it to slide the little dial up once again.
He doesn't put it to max, not yet, he would save that for the right time, but setting it even to just half makes Izaya jolt in shock.
The raven gasps, hunching over slightly as he grips the brick walls of a building beside him. As much as he tries to keep cool and level headed, his body takes over, acting on its own as he shivers against the feeling growing in his stomach, already feeling his dick twitch. Shit, not yet. This was an exercise in patience after all, in keeping control, a lesson in edging.
“You okay flea? Something wrong?” The blond smirks, stepping by his side, feigning confusion about why Izaya is suddenly stopping their stroll. “Are you getting sick?” In his pocket he slides the power down again, giving Izaya a quick second to take a breath, before he quickly ups it again into another wave of pleasure.
Oh fuck. Izaya laughs shakily, sweat beginning to drip down his forehead already. Okay, this might be a bad idea.
Maybe he was in over his head.
Just half the intensity was almost sending him over the edge. His pants already felt tight, feeling like his cock was already weeping precum in his boxers, begging for the same attention that his prostate was getting served. It was almost too much, and it was just half.
He takes a breath to steady himself, feeling Shizuo lower the setting again, finally able to fill his lungs with a much needed air again. “No, I'm fine,” he gives a charming grin, putting on that mask again. Shizuo couldn't win, not yet.
“Alright, if you're sure then let's continue, shall we,” the blond gives a smug innocent grin behind those tinted sunglasses, as he turns to continue their walk. Damn him.
Izaya takes a breath again, shutting his eyes a moment before he continues, falling in step beside his torturer. Though, guess he couldn't complain, it did feel good and he brought this on himself after all. It was his idea, he assured him multiple times this was what he wanted. No turning back now.
“Izaya! Shizuo!” An overly joyful voice calls out to him.
Fucking great.
Izaya hisses slightly as he turns around, greeted by the four eyed doctor and his headless girlfriend.
Fucking great.
Shizuo blows out a puff of smoke, stuffing his hands in his pocket where his weapon of mass destruction was hidden. “Hey,“ he waves to him, giving a more genuine smile to Celty, who waves happily in return.
“Are you stalking us?” Izaya only half jokes, though hopefully the smile on his face wasn't a forced grimace to everyone around him.
“No no just in the area!” Shinra chirps, “saw you two were leaning against a wall, just wondering if everything is okay? You seem kinda pale.”
“Oh no, I'm fi–” his sentence gets cut off as Shizuo abruptly turns up the dial in his pocket again, causing Izaya to jolt mid sentence, his word snapped out of his mouth like a viper catching a mouse. Gone.
“He's fine,” Shizuo chuckles, waving his free hand dismissively. “We were just going for a coffee, want to join us?”
Izaya turns to shoot him a glare. Oh you bastard.
“Actually we were ah–” Again the monster ups the setting on the vibrator, taking Izaya's breath away again, planting a palm against a brick wall to keep his knees from collapsing.
“Are you okay?” Shinra asks with a look of concern, tipping his head to the side.
“Oh maybe we should get him out of this heat huh? It's pretty hot out, let's go to that cafe huh? Let's get something to drink, hm?” He pats Izaya's back, pushing him forward as he smiles at the others.
Shinra and Celty exchange a glance to each other, but follow them to the cafe anyway. They knew those two always had something going on, they were used to the eccentricities so didn't question it too much, after all who would ever expect what was really going on.
Izaya smacks Shizuo’s arm as they head into the cafe, earning a small chuckle in the beast’s throat, amused by his reaction.
It was so rare to see Izaya lose his composure, but anytime Shizuo managed it he savoured it. Whenever he could watch as Izaya's normally smug grin was wiped from his face with such a simple gesture, like just the touch of his thighs, or the growl of his name in his ear, or the thrust of his hips against his own. Anything to make Izaya cockhungry and begging for him to come inside of him. Anything to make Izaya forget his own name. Shizuo reveled in those moments, but right now it was his turn to have a little fun and humiliate the flea.
Shinra and Celty could never know anyway, so this just added a little fuel to the fire. The couple sit down at the table across from Shizuo, and Izaya sits next to him.
Izaya shifts a bit as he sits down, obviously shuffling the toy inside him to sit more comfortably without driving himself over the edge. Shizuo grins and places a hand on his thigh under the table, just above his knee, causing Izaya to jump with wound up tense energy, even from such a small touch.
“You want a black coffee, right?” Shizuo asks. Of course he knew Izaya's order, it was simple enough to remember, but he knew his favourite food, and what he ordered for breakfast, and what he liked to snack on while he worked. He knew him, of course, and he knew exactly how to drive him crazy too.
“Yeah,” Izaya swallows thickly, leaning his elbows on the table, arching his back slightly to avoid the toy hitting his prostate deep inside. He takes a breath to steady himself, just as Shizuo inches his hand further up his thigh, his fingers brushing along his soft flesh. “So a double date huh?” Izaya squeaks, trying to distract himself from the sensations, to start up a conversation, anything.
Shinra and Celty order food too– well, Shinra does at least. Shizuo orders something too, but Izaya's mind is elsewhere that he doesn't even hear what they order. At least he seemed to be giving him a repast from the vibration, for now at least.
Shinra says something to him in response, and through the haze clouding his brain, Izaya realizes he was actually talking to him. “Ah, yes? Sorry, what did you say?” He asks, throwing on that fake smile.
“Just asking if you're feeling okay,” Shinra says, adjusting the glasses on his face. “You still look pale, maybe a fever?” He asks, leaning forward a bit over the table to touch his forehead.
Shizuo swats at the doctor's hand, instead pressing his own palm against Izaya's forehead. “Ah yeah, you do seem a little hot,” he says, taking his hand away. Izaya watches as the beast moves his hand back to his pocket where he held his device, placing his finger on the screen again.
Izaya takes a breath, bracing for Shizuo to turn up the dial again, but he does nothing. Just teasing. Holding his finger just a hair's breadth away from the screen, knowing it would drive Izaya crazy with anticipation.
“I'll take him home after this and take care of him,” Shizuo grins, patting his thigh, “don't worry.”
The waitress comes back with their drinks, handing Izaya his precious coffee. Of course Shizuo ordered something horribly sweet like a milkshake, but Izaya didn't actually care what it was. His mind was a little preoccupied with something else.
“So, you two were just going on a little date where you?” Izaya asks, taking a sip of his coffee. The brute seemed to be giving him a small break, even though he could still tell the damned device was set low on what he guessed was 3 or 4. He was trying to make small talk to distract himself, but Shinra was never the best for a nice chat.
“Yeah, just out on the town,” Shinra hums, bumping his shoulder against Celty's affectionately. “I'm surprised to see you two out and about, you don't normally go on dates like this, do you?”
Izaya tsks. Did he think he and Shizuo never had dates? They've been together for months, did he expect them to just sit and home and hide? “Uh huh, well, the concept of dates is such a funny thing, don't you think?” He grins and leans his elbows forward on the table again, resting his chin in his hands. “If you love someone, could you not make every day a date? Though I guess I see the appeal of doing something special, something romantic. Shizu-chan isn't like that, maybe you could give him some tips, eh?” He taps Shizuo's foot under the table. Playing with fire. “He thinks a romantic date is a good fu– ah!”
He jerks forward, clenching his fists as Shizuo ups the toy again, turning it almost to max. Izaya squirms in his seat, moving a hand off the table, digging his nails into his own thighs, unable to speak, unable to breathe. The vibrations felt so good, wracking his whole body with shivers, feeling electricity through his veins. Thank god they were sitting at a table, because otherwise he felt as though the whole cafe could see his visible tent in his pants, his cock already weeping and twitching in his boxers. It took his breath away, but that was part of the thrill, to be caught doing something so lewd in public. No doubt Shinra and Celty would notice.
“Hey I take you on dates,” Shizuo protests, playing with the dial in his pocket. Up and down, up and down, sending waves of ecstasy through Izaya's spine, straight to the warmth collecting in his stomach, every limb twitching like it was jolted with electricity from a car battery. “I can be romantic.”
Yeah, how romantic.
“Y-yeah?” Izaya laughs through gritted teeth, still somehow managing to keep up that mask, despite everything. “Like the time you brought me to– mmnh– to a restaurant without getting reservations so we couldn't get in, so we went to McDonald's instead and ate it in the alley? Or what about when you– ahh–!”
The vibrator speeds up more aggressively again, stealing the words from his lips, derailing his train of thought yet again.
Shizuo grins mischievously, shrugging his shoulders. “Hey the intention was there,” he says nonchalantly resting his hand on Izaya's thigh again, giving him a look before he slides his thumb up on the app, turning the vibrator to max.
He quite literally had a remote control in his hand that could actually mute Izaya from his inane ramblings. Finally a way to shut him up.
He could get used to this.
Izaya gasps and jolts again, arching his back as he groans softly, shutting his eyes as the toy rubs against his prostate, vibrating his walls inside with such force, causing a shudder to run down his spine. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much, the stimulation clouded his brain, the air escaping his lungs as he squirmed in his seat. Shit. Shit. He gasps, feeling Shizuo subtly tighten his grip on his thigh, even such a small gesture drives him insane, drives him over the edge. With shame he couldn't control, he cums in his boxers, finally letting go of a breath as shudders overtake his body.
He pants heavily, stars blurring his vision as he grips his thigh, digging his nails into the fabric of his pants, almost enough to claw through the cloth and draw blood from his skin.
He fights through the waves of pleasure, trying to recover himself, trying to put on that mask again for sake of appearances. Shizuo was not letting up however, the thing was still on max, assaulting his hole as he felt the stickiness in his boxers, another wave of pleasure threatening to take hold.
“E-excuse me a moment, will you?” He stands up from his seat, his knees nearly buckling, the movement of standing only sending another wave through him as the vibrator shifts inside of him.
He slips past Shizuo, ignoring the looks of Shinra and Celty. He knew if she had a head she would be blushing, and he knew Shinra was probably getting perverted ideas of his own.
Izaya stumbles into the public washroom, his pulse thrumming in his ear as he pushes the stall door open, dropping his pants and boxers, his dick springing free from its prison. God he was fucking hard, he had half the mind to jerk himself off again, but he just needed it out. Fuck he was a mess, he'd have to walk home in these boxers too, ugh. He places his palm against the tiled wall, arching his back to stick out his ass, reaching behind himself to tug on the little tail sticking out from his entrance, desperately needing the thing out out out. He needed a rest, a break, he needed a god damned breath and the thing was still on max.
“Who said you could remove it?” Says a low voice on the other side of the door. He didn't even hear Shizuo come into the bathroom; he was so focused on the damned thing.
“Fuck you,” Izaya hisses as Shizuo opens the door, stepping into the small stall behind him.
The beast tsks, slapping at Izaya's hand away to prevent him from taking it out. “I said leave it in, I-za-ya,” Shizuo leaned over his back, growling in his ear in a deep voice. Fuck even just the sound of his name on his tongue as he drawls out every syllable drove him crazy. He couldn't move, his body too electrified to even listen to his brain if he tried to contain himself.
“Don't just stand there then, do something,” Izaya hisses, pressing his forehead to the cool tiles of the stall to try and ground himself, arching his hips to press his ass against Shizuo’s pants. Do something, anything.
“Yeah? Do what?” Shizuo asks, reaching in his pocket, taking out his phone to show it to Izaya. “I bet it feels good, doesn't it,” he coos, turning the setting a bit lower, giving Izaya a much needed breath, though it still wasn't off yet. “This was your idea.”
God he was going to lose his mind. All he could think about was the toy still stimulating his walls deep inside, and the thought of Shizuo’s dick filling him up so full. “Take it out and fuck me already,” he begs, reaching behind himself to grab Shizuo’s belt, tugging his hips closer forcefully so Shizuo presses the bulge in his pants against his bare ass.
“You made quite the mess in your boxers you know,” Shizuo says, and Izaya could hear the sound of his belt buckle clinging as it came undone, he could feel the way his pants slid off his hips into the floor by his feet. He swallows thickly, glancing behind himself to watch Shizuo pull out his large cock from his underwear. Fuck. He doesn't bother to hold back a whimper anymore, he doesn't care. He was hungry, starving.
“Take it out and–” but Shizuo cuts him off again, turning the toy up again, cutting the words off in his throat. “Shizu– ah!” He moans and tips his head back, cumming once again from the overstimulation, his dick twitching as he comes against the bathroom wall, his fingers curling against the tiles. The world disappears around him, his vision threatening to cloud black as his knees begin to buckle.
Shizuo grips his hips, holding him upright, the only thing preventing him from collapsing into the dirty floor, those fingers digging into his soft thighs. He suddenly feels fingers at his entrance, rubbing his already sensitive hole, drawing another mewl out of Izaya. He couldn't do this anymore. “Shizu-chan just–”
“I'm not taking it out,” Shizuo says in a low voice, using his free hand to turn the toy lower again. His mute button worked too well.
“Then what are you–” He doesn't finish his sentence, his answer coming in the way of Shizuo’s dick pushing its way in his entrance. He could feel the head of Shizuo’s cock push its way up against the toy, thrusting it deeper inside, hitting his prostate yet again as the toy vibrated against Shizuo's cock inside of him.
“Mmn,” Shizuo growls deep in his ear, gently tugging on his hair, tipping his head back to expose Izaya's throat. “It feels good,” he purrs deep in his chest, rumbling against Izaya's back. “Can you feel it?”
“Shi-zu–” is all Izaya can manage to croak out, his legs like jelly as Shizuo was the only thing holding him up. All afternoon he had this toy inside him, but along with Shizuo’s dick inside he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. He never felt so full.
“Can you f-feel it vibrate against you?” Izaya laughs breathless, pressing his hips against Shizuo’s, trying to urge the beast to fucking move ready. He moves a hand down to his stomach, feeling that familiar bump of the outline of Shizuo’s cock so perfectly framed through his thin stomach. “Can you feel this?” He asks, sucking in a breath to tighten his stomach, seeing the bulge of Shizuo’s cock poke through his guts. He places his hand on the outline, rubbing along his smooth stomach to palm Shizuo through his belly.
“You're still too cocky,” Shizuo growls, his dick twitching inside of him, the toy vibrating vigorously to stimulate them both, set at a comfortable middle dial.
“Make me shut u-up then,” Izaya challenges, swallowing thickly, rocking his hips against him to try and urge him to move finally. It seems to work, because hands are back on his hips, already bruising the pale skin as Shizuo thrusts up into him, against the vibrator still inside him. He could feel it pushing further inside him with each thrust, causing him to scream wordlessly as he desperately grips whatever he could to prevent himself from collapsing. Steadying himself on the back of the filthy toilet, he gasps as Shizuo roughly fucks against the vibrator. He knew it was probably rubbing against Shizuo's shaft, knowing it was probably driving him just as crazy, but Shizuo was in control right now, his torment wouldn't be over so easily.
“Ahh– ahahah~” Izaya laughs breathlessly, each thrust making his voice crack as he chuckles. “Kn-knew Shizu-chan wouldn't last long~” he coos, tipping his head back as he lets go of a low moan. “I knew you wo–”
And there it was again, the vibrator set to the maximum, pressed up hard against his prostate as Shizuo fucks it inside of him.
Click. Mute.
Oh god, it was too much.
Once again, Izaya cums forcefully against the bathroom tiles, his walls tightening around Shizuo's cock, and the toy filling him up inside. His whole body shivers and contracts, shaking with each wave of orgasm as Shizuo fucks him harder, his fingers digging into his skin, causing dark blooms of bruises on his thighs. He wasn't done with him. He fucks every shudder out of Izaya until he comes dry with nothing left, waves of ecstasy causing him to feel lightheaded, his knees buckling so he falls against the white porcelain of the toilet, nothing holding him up except Shizuo’s cock inside of him and the hands on his thighs.
Who was he? What was his name? Fuck he couldn't remember, he didn't care, he only cared about the feeling of Shizuo’s massive monster inside of him as it twitches, Shizuo growling in his ear as his fingers tighten on his thighs, and he cums inside of him next to the vibrator. He feels him fill him up, so, so full, more than he had ever felt. He tips his head down, watching Shizuo’s cock inside his stomach, pressing his palm to the outline of his dick as it twitches inside him to paint his insides, feeling the bulge against his hand move like it was alive.
He couldn't breathe, he almost forgot how to, not taking a breath until he felt Shizuo’s body pull away from his, pulling his dick out of him as he leaves Izaya shaking and limp against the toilet. It all sounded so distant right now, his brain only focusing on the feeling between his legs as he feels something slowly trail down his thigh, his body still shuddering with the dying waves of pleasure, but he hears Shizuo pick up his pants and buckle his belt again.
Finally, finally, the vibrator is turned off and is taken out, or it falls out, he wasn't exactly sure. It felt empty without the little toy inside him anymore, but he was full with Shizuo’s cum instead, better than anything else.
He tries to stand up, placing his palm on the bathroom walls to try and steady himself, but he feels those large hands on the small of his back, holding him in place bent over for a moment.
“A-ah, don't tell me you want round two, don't know if I can cum anymore, Shizu-chan,” Izaya says with an exhausted laugh, his brain too clouded from the overstimulation, not exactly sure where he was anymore.
“I'm impressed,” Shizuo coos, his warm hands tracing the curve of Izaya's back, who was still half naked and covered in cum, his own and Shizuo’s that was leaking from his hole down his thighs.
“Compliments? Well I–”
Mute.
He feels something inserted again, groaning softly as something enters his ready abused and sensitive hole.
Oh no.
He feels the pink toy slip inside him again, using it as a plug to prevent Shizuo’s cum from leaking from his hole, keeping it in place inside of him. Izaya shivers, feeling the vibrator slide inside, feeling Shizuo’s warm cum still stuck against his walls behind the toy. Oh god.
“Now don't waste it,” Shizuo purrs in his ear, pulling on his hair to tug Izaya up to his feet again, making him stand up as he pulls his pants up for him. He takes his phone out of his pocket again, making sure Izaya was watching the screen as he sets the vibrator back to a calm 2.
It felt filthy, but not like Izaya could protest. Not like he would protest this little game, no way he would let Shizuo win. Admittedly it was a little exhilarating, and what they just did was fucking hot too.
“Mm, you trying to impregnate me Shizu-chan?” He asks, his voice betraying him with how hoarse it was. He places a hand on his stomach, as if he could feel the cum inside his gut, imagining it sloshing around as if a water balloon. “If anyone could, it would be Shizu-chan's monster semen to get a man pregnant.”
“Yes,” he pulls Izaya against his chest, his back pressed against him as he tips Izaya's head back so he could kiss his throat. “Let's see if I can breed you and knock you up,” the blond smirks, “don't waste a drop.”
Izaya shivers at that. He really was a beast.
“You're a pervert,” he huffs, his cheeks bright red, half from the embarrassment and half from the humiliation. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little turned on by this though.
“Clean yourself up,” the blond pats his cheek, stealing a quick kiss before he turns to leave the bathroom stall, heading back out to the cafe to join Celty and Shinra as if nothing happened at all.
God. Izaya groans and rests his head against the wall, taking a couple breaths to steady himself again, before cleaning up the mess from himself as best as he could with some toilet paper. Also of course wiping his mess off the wall, he wasn't an inconsiderate asshole after all. At least not in that regard for the poor minimum wage worker that would have to clean his shame up.
After adjusting his clothes in the mirror and fixing his hair, he walks stiffly back to him, and the idiots at the table.
Shinra had a smug ass grin plastered on his face, and Celty was obviously flustered, trying to turn her body away from him as he returned to the table. Shizuo wouldn't have said anything about what happened, but it's not like it wasn't obvious.
“Well,” Shizuo says and stands up as Izaya approaches the table, “guess I'll take him home and get him settled in. Poor guy still has a fever, look how red he is.” Shizuo places his large palm on Izaya's forehead, and if he had the energy right now he would have bitten his hand like an angry kitten. This was humiliating.
“Ah, yeah, you better,” Shinra laughs, taking a sip of his drink. Surprisingly his cheeks were a soft pink as well, but knowing him he was probably hatching some ideas to beg Celty to try later.
Shizuo just smiles innocently (that asshole) and gives a small wave. They turn to leave, Izaya pivoting on his feet, trying not to move too much. He would get back at him somehow.
Celty stands up as well and pats Shizuo's shoulder, holding out her phone to him.
Izaya huffs leans over, trying to read what her screen said. What did the innocent white knight have to say now huh?
[Shizuo, there's a time and place for everything.]
The blond just laughs and waves a hand dismissively, pushing Izaya forward, the movement causing the smaller man to jolt, feeling something leak in his boxers again. Fuck.
“See ya Celty,” Shizuo waves, with an overly satisfied smirk.
Bastard.
“Are you seriously making me walk home like this?” Filthy, he felt filthy, but at the same time he's never been so turned on.
“Yep,” Shizuo grins, way too proud of himself for someone within stabbing range. “Be a good boy and I'll make you cum again once we get home.”
Izaya glares weakly, his cheeks a bright red again, “I hate you.”