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A Kind-Of-Sort-Of Lolita [1/2]

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Kida snuck in a skinny arm in what turned out to be an oversized jacket. He rose his arm towards the ceiling and tried to adjust it.

“Not bad.” He took a whiff of the jacket and a familiar scent reached his senses. Kida blushed as he thought of the person who owned the jacket. He put the hood over his head and looked at himself at the mirror. He tried to sport a mysterious grin but mysterious grins were done by people who had enough secrets in their hearts to write a bible.

Izaya would probably have 10,273 secrets and he'd never find out even one of them.

“What's this?” The voice echoed the room. Izaya stood at the bathroom door with a towel drying his messy mop of black hair.

“Humbert Humbert enters the stage.” The blonde nonchalantly recited as though he were given a script to read out in front of class.

“Lolita, is that any way to treat a good man?” Izaya said this acting like he was deeply hurt, he put a hand on his chest as though someone had stabbed him there with a rapier.

“Izaya-san, 'good' is the last word I'd use to describe you.” Kida scoffed. He couldn't remember why he was in Izaya's room in the first place. Some indescribable whir of emotion got him there perhaps. Somehow he just ended up returning to place he didn't want to be a part of anymore. It was a vicious cycle and the vicious cycle was his life.

Izaya hugged Kida from behind and kissed that part behind his ear that made Kida moan and melt in his arms. His mouth lowered to the crook of the boys neck and he sucked on the sweet, soft sensitive skin-- purposely leaving a mark. Kida, all small and fragile-- wrapped up in his jacket, so stubborn and resilient. Izaya loved it, he relished in it.

“Look at you.” He whispered to Kida's ear, a hand guided the young boy's face so he could look straight into the mirror. Kida was naked, with only the he jacket to cover only so much skin. The rest was there for Izaya to feast his eyes on. “How can you expect me to be a decent man when you're like this?”

“U-Uh...” The boy flinched as the older man palmed his erection and rained kisses on the back of his neck. Kida felt himself open his legs wider and let Izaya touch him as much as he wanted. He was ashamed with the kind of 'fight' he was putting up. Kida's small hands were on his shoulder and the boy threw his head back, letting Izaya kiss him there again. “Y-You damn perverted pedophile.”

“Should I just fuck you like this?” Izaya asked amiably, he squeezed the boy's hard cock harshly and stroked him in a mercilessly rapid motion.

“N-No!” Kida gritted his teeth. “Give me a damn break, will you?!”

Izaya was caught offguard as Kida proceeded to land an elbow on his abdomen. There was a dull pain right there. “You...” He didn't have the time to make up a clever retort. The boy had turned around, cupped the taller man's face and kissed him right on the lips. The kiss was so messy and awkward, it was so chaste it seemed inappropriate for someone like Izaya.

Kida drew back and stared at him right in the eyes. “Do it properly or else you'll never get to have to sex with me. Ever.”

Something about it lit a spark in Izaya's chest. Maybe Kida was right, maybe he was just a damn perverted pedophile.

By 'properly' Kida had meant doing it on a bed with none of Izaya's mind games or elaborate teasing. He liked sex, but was it really worth the aggravation? Kida did not think so, so he might as well have played a Dolores Haze despite the fact that 1) He wasn't a nubile girl and 2) Izaya wasn't going senile.

The older man took great care in preparing him-- Kida was used to it but it never hurt if Izaya was less of a sadistic, horny bastard. He'd actually have time to enjoy the sensation of the older man scissoring his fingers inside, hitting his prostate was Izaya's abilities. Kida'd give him five stars out of five just like a first class hotel restaurant.

Kida threw his head back and moaned. “A-Ah, there.”

“I knew that already.” The older man grinned under the dimmed lights.

The sight of Kida wearing his jacket drove Izaya insane. He'd tell himself that it was a mere seven year age gap and the boy was at fault, being such a slut and all. Nevertheless he was an adult and Masaomi Kida was a minor, Izaya knew that part of thrill is how wrong it was.