PART 2
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.2
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You know the drill! Request, Write, Read, all that good stuff.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.
Head on over to part 3 instead!
PART 2 OVERFLOW POST
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | ( Read more... )
He spent this day with playing tetris & trolling the dollars-forum. Usually, every saturday of his was filled with lust, passion & sex. Mostly sex.
Several partners at the same time, oral, anal, dirty talk, SM, toys, everything you could or could not imagine. & not only saturday, there actually was none day he not got laid at least once. Besides today …
So there he was, sitting in his boss-chair & spinning around with a borred expression on his face.
“Is there really nobody who wants fuck me~ ?“, he wondered, spinning around faster. He already called everyone, even those ones he barely knew. No one answered, which actually kinda hurt his self-confidence. But then, an idea how to entertain himself for at least 15 minutes popped up in his head.
“Hey ! I could call Shizu-chan ! & maybe, we end up having phone sex ! ♥“, he screamed … not that anyone could hear him.
With anticipation Izaya got his cellphone out of his fur jacket, eagerly pressing the buttons …
'We'll link you, be patient for a minute …' -beep-
“Hello, this is the mailbox of Heiwajima Shizuo. I'm currently not available. So if you're not Orihara Izaya, leave a messege after the beep. & if that's you Izaya-kun, go to fucking hell. & don't even THINK about calling this number again, fucking flea.“
-beep beep beep-
Nobody could put the disappointment & confusion that were on the informants' face right now in words.
“The fuck is this?! Some kinda 'Ignore Izaya'-Day ?! You'll all see, I'm gonna have fun, no matter what !!“.
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He sat down on his chair, letting his hands slide into his pants. The anger mixed with the will to do something naughty actually made his penis harder. So his hands groped their way to the spot his pants started to get a little more tight with every touch & with a slightly blushed face he proceeded to stimulate his cock.
Because he had no inspiration at all, he thought about the person who always makes him horny & wet , the one he desired the most: himself.
Finally, when he became fully hard, he decided to get rid of those clothes, that only were holding his pleasure back.
In an elegant gesture he let both his pants & underpants slide down his legs without letting go of his errection which became even bigger with every time he pumped.
The informants' mind beecame kinda dizzy & was filled with dirty thoughts about himself … doing himself. Izaya's whole body was trembling & filled with pure lust. With a final touch & a thought about himself in the shower, he came & white semen were flowing down his hands & belly. He licked his fingers clean & sighed.
That didn't satisfy him. He wasn't even moaning or something. Seemed like it needed more to make the god of sex having a propper orgasm.
Meowing & with a pouting face he stood up slowly & went to his king-size-bed.
Even though you couldn't call this an orgasm at all, Izaya was a little worn out & his feet felt heavy.
The black velvet sheets of his bed were soft & comforting when he jumped onto them, placing himself on the bed with a „Fuck me!“-Pose.
More. He needed more. He needed something inside him .
Should he use his fingers? No, that wouldn't satisfy him enough.
Maybe toys? No, they were in the living room, & Izaya didn't want to stand up again ...
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