Jagged Edges 2
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March 21 2010, 02:18:05 UTC
Kida could feel pressure from being under this scrutiny. Many there were who became the object of Izaya’s encompassing curiosity but few lived to tell about it. Kida forced himself not to break eye contact. Izaya exerted his magnetism with a mere questioning smile. Kida realized that he could not fool him. “I think that you know already.” Intuition alone made it clear. “Do you mean that I know all things, Kida-kun?” Izaya closed the space between them with deliberate slowness. The question hung in the air. “Orihara-san-” A finger laid on his lips shut him up. Kida shivered despite his resolve to stand firm. Izaya had never touched him before and this light contact was enough to reignite his anxiety. “Hush now. Want me to spare you having to actually say it out loud? ‘I want you to take me, Orihara-san.’ ‘I think about it all the time, Orihara-san. I jerk off thinking about you, Orihara-san.’ ‘I can’t help it, Orihara-san.’” Izaya’s voice grew lower with each word until it was a whisper. He repeated his own name in a lilting cadence. Kida blushed and tried to look away but Izaya tipped his chin and forced him to look into glittering red eyes that were amused. Izaya kissed his cheek. Almost friendly. Kida gasped. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you? Have you kissed yet?” Kida swallowed. He was at the mercy of a merciless man. Lying would be impossible. “Yes…” Izaya chuckled and cornered him against the sofa. Kida smelled new leather, a tangy scent that he immediately connected with being an adult. “‘Yes’ to both, I presume. You are outside my age range but I may make an exception just for you. It all depends on how much you want it.” Kida understood the terms. He was being toyed with, expertly so. Izaya’s control was absolute and made even stronger by his being so lithe and deceptively delicate. To give into this power was liberating. It was an escape beyond shame. “Orihara-san, I want you.” There was none of his typical bubbly joy. Kida was as serious as he had ever been. It was not easy to bring it out into the open. Izaya replied by nipping and his neck and pushing him back into the plush sofa. “Do you now. What is it about me that makes you want me?” It was part of the ritual of breaking down all defenses. “I like your style, it’s just- perfect.” Izaya clambered on top of him and produced the infamous switchblade that he trailed down Kida’s trendy outfit, cutting through fabric all the way to his jeans. “How shallow of you, Kida-kun.” Kida’s attempt at contesting this was foiled by a deep kiss. The sharp edge of teeth barely concealed in intoxicating softness. Kida melted into it. He emerged breathless, a sense of renewed awareness making him shiver again in anticipation. “Shall I read your mind for you? You are thinking that this was really your first kiss and everything up to this point did not even count.” It took Izaya to put it into words for Kida to realize how much it was indeed so. “Orihara-san, I need you to- to do it to me.” Izaya twirled his blade, light flashing, as if he was considering this. “You do realize that I won’t stop even if you cry and beg me to. I always act for my own enjoyment.” Kida nodded. Here was a reason why he admired Izaya, this being dictated by self conceived rules alone. “I know. I’m ready.” Izaya chuckled with good humor. “No you’re not. You still have wet dreams pretty much every single night. Puberty can be hell, Kida-kun. It really can.” Izaya brought a knee to press between his legs. Kida jolted immediately. “Hng…” “You see, I was your age in the past so I know all about it.” “Orihara-san-” Kida made a lame effort to ward off the growing tension below his waist. Izaya shifted his weight just slightly and Kida released in his boxers, soaking them and his pants. There was nowhere to hide. “This is precisely why I don’t go for underage boys. But you’ll do, Kida-kun. Allow me to show you how not prepared you truly are.”
“I think that you know already.”
Intuition alone made it clear.
“Do you mean that I know all things, Kida-kun?”
Izaya closed the space between them with deliberate slowness. The question hung in the air.
“Orihara-san-”
A finger laid on his lips shut him up. Kida shivered despite his resolve to stand firm. Izaya had never touched him before and this light contact was enough to reignite his anxiety.
“Hush now. Want me to spare you having to actually say it out loud? ‘I want you to take me, Orihara-san.’ ‘I think about it all the time, Orihara-san. I jerk off thinking about you, Orihara-san.’ ‘I can’t help it, Orihara-san.’”
Izaya’s voice grew lower with each word until it was a whisper. He repeated his own name in a lilting cadence. Kida blushed and tried to look away but Izaya tipped his chin and forced him to look into glittering red eyes that were amused. Izaya kissed his cheek. Almost friendly. Kida gasped.
“You’re still a virgin, aren’t you? Have you kissed yet?”
Kida swallowed. He was at the mercy of a merciless man. Lying would be impossible.
“Yes…”
Izaya chuckled and cornered him against the sofa. Kida smelled new leather, a tangy scent that he immediately connected with being an adult.
“‘Yes’ to both, I presume. You are outside my age range but I may make an exception just for you. It all depends on how much you want it.”
Kida understood the terms. He was being toyed with, expertly so. Izaya’s control was absolute and made even stronger by his being so lithe and deceptively delicate. To give into this power was liberating. It was an escape beyond shame.
“Orihara-san, I want you.”
There was none of his typical bubbly joy. Kida was as serious as he had ever been. It was not easy to bring it out into the open. Izaya replied by nipping and his neck and pushing him back into the plush sofa.
“Do you now. What is it about me that makes you want me?”
It was part of the ritual of breaking down all defenses.
“I like your style, it’s just- perfect.”
Izaya clambered on top of him and produced the infamous switchblade that he trailed down Kida’s trendy outfit, cutting through fabric all the way to his jeans.
“How shallow of you, Kida-kun.”
Kida’s attempt at contesting this was foiled by a deep kiss. The sharp edge of teeth barely concealed in intoxicating softness. Kida melted into it. He emerged breathless, a sense of renewed awareness making him shiver again in anticipation.
“Shall I read your mind for you? You are thinking that this was really your first kiss and everything up to this point did not even count.”
It took Izaya to put it into words for Kida to realize how much it was indeed so.
“Orihara-san, I need you to- to do it to me.”
Izaya twirled his blade, light flashing, as if he was considering this.
“You do realize that I won’t stop even if you cry and beg me to. I always act for my own enjoyment.”
Kida nodded. Here was a reason why he admired Izaya, this being dictated by self conceived rules alone.
“I know. I’m ready.”
Izaya chuckled with good humor.
“No you’re not. You still have wet dreams pretty much every single night. Puberty can be hell, Kida-kun. It really can.”
Izaya brought a knee to press between his legs. Kida jolted immediately.
“Hng…”
“You see, I was your age in the past so I know all about it.”
“Orihara-san-”
Kida made a lame effort to ward off the growing tension below his waist. Izaya shifted his weight just slightly and Kida released in his boxers, soaking them and his pants. There was nowhere to hide.
“This is precisely why I don’t go for underage boys. But you’ll do, Kida-kun. Allow me to show you how not prepared you truly are.”
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