PART 6

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DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.6

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Welcome Home [9/?]

[anonymous]

Amber eyes blinked open, a yawn filling the otherwise silent room. A groan followed shortly after, the rustling of sheets joining the melody as he turned over on his bed, draping an arm over his eyes.

“Good morning, Master!” a cheery voice called from across the room. Shizuo quickly glanced to his side to see that Izaya was, in fact, not lying beside him. His head turned to look at the man standing at the door, clad in a very short black maid’s dress, complete with a white, frilly apron and black-tinted see-through thigh-high tights.

“I-izaya?” The blond rubbed his eyes furiously, as if the scene before him was just a blurry image he needed to clear up so it would make sense. “What… what are you wearing?”

The brunet giggled, nearing Shizuo until he was standing right by his bed. The blond now caught sight of the duster Izaya had been carrying behind his back as the man brought it in front of him, clutching at it with two of his hands in front of him. “My uniform, Master~”

Shizuo blinked, letting his eyes trail from Izaya’s face down his chest, to his torso, down to his legs…In a flash, he imagined those long, skinny legs wrapped around his back as he pounded into hi-

Stop.

He shook his head lightly before sighing. The informant had been doing stuff like this for almost a week now every time he would get home-so why is he surprised? And to make it worse: he’s fallen for it every single time. The blond is fairly sure that if he were to try something out now, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

Shizuo looked over at the clock. 8:00 A.M. He had to meet with Tom for work in forty-five minutes.

“Izaya, I don’t have time for this…”

A sultry smile appeared across the brunet’s jaw, his red, half-lidded eyes trailing down to look at the man’s chest which was still covered in dried up semen from the previous night’s activities.

“Surely, you’d need to take a shower, Master. I mean, just look at yourself,” Izaya said, lowering his voice to a whisper as he scraped his nails slowly down Shizuo’s chest. The sensation caused Shizuo to shudder, eyes closing half-way when he felt Izaya’s breath at his ear. “You’re a mess.”

Izaya moved his face so that his lips were only a mere inch away from Shizuo’s. Their breaths mingled and eyes roamed their faces before red and amber locked, almost as if fitting together like pieces in a puzzle. The informant’s smirk came back, and he slowly pulled away, grin widening when he saw Shizuo’s head following his a short distance like a gravitational force was keeping it that way before letting him move away completely.

The informant grabbed the blond’s hand before giving it a tug, signaling that Shizuo should get up. Once doing so, the brunet led him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.