Jagged Edges 9
anonymous
March 25 2010, 04:16:52 UTC
Izaya stood out from the human deluge, effortlessly. Without making a fuss of trying to get anyone’s attention yet having all eyes on him nonetheless. Kida stood rooted to the concrete. Behind all the rumors the man was so much than he had even imagined. One that needs not try to make himself noticed, one that could blend with the shadows just as easily. Ikebukuro personified. Before Izaya Kida came to terms with his shortcomings and he was now in a position to finally overcome them. As functional as Kida’s funny playboy antics were in getting by and appearing as carefree as possible, as much as he had learnt to come across as hip and modern at the end of day he still found all that meaningless. Mere surface moves to cover up deep insecurities. Kida now drifted to sleep, the jacket as a soft embrace lulling him.
The phone rang in the middle of the night. Kida stirred awake immediately. He recognized the personalized tone right away. “Hello, Masaomi-kun! How are you doing?” “Just woke up.” “So you were sleeping? It’s only 1 AM.” Even reduced to a voice Izaya still made Kida’s heart skip a beat. “I have to wake up early tomorrow. Field trip.” “Hmmm…I suppose you wouldn’t want me to come over, then.” Kida started then leapt off bed to look out the window. Izaya waved from the other side of the street, the screen shining eerily. “I’ll let you in, wait just a sec.” Kida crept out of his apartment. He found Izaya standing outside the building. There was not a word exchanged as Izaya tackled him down on the lobby and kissed him almost roughly. A knee parted Kida’s legs and he moaned softly. “Have I told you already that I like this new hairstyle of yours? You look older, almost makes me forget I’m doing a kid.” Kida took a deep breath to steady himself. As late as it was someone could walk in on them. “Izaya…” “You’d like to do it in a bed?” Kida nodded. Izaya smiled widely as he ripped open a condom with his teeth. “Masaomi-kun, you’ll have to earn your right to that. Do you understand?” “Yes.” Izaya tossed him the rubber. “Put that on. Maybe you’ll last longer that way.” Kida was not completely unfamiliar with condoms but his fingers still shook. “Nervous? And I see you’re wearing the jacket.” Izaya had great night vision and could see every detail unfurled under him- the bulging underwear that was the only item of clothing other than the jacket- and he was pleased. This boy understood the true rules of life. To Izaya he was a diamond not yet chiseled into perfection but willing to be shaped anew. “I sleep with it.” “Fancy that. And you wear it when you masturbate to thoughts of me.” It was not even a question. “Yes.” Kida did not trail off. It was important not to. “Then you can say I’m here to make your dreams could true.” While Kida tried to relax penetration was devastatingly painful. He bit into his lower lip until it bled to keep himself from screaming. Izaya licked the wound and lapped at the blood. A deep kiss followed as if to counter the sharp thrusting that rocked into Kida and split him apart. “Hold up your legs, Masaomi-kun.” Kida complied with difficulty and nearly lost purchase when sudden pleasured soared through him. “Hng-” He wanted to yank the condom off but that would not do. Izaya chuckled. “You’re still so easy to read. Must work on that. But maybe that’s fine when I’m fucking you.” This was not dirty talk, it was simple matter of fact. Kida was already far too gone. His arms beginning to give way as he edged closer to losing control altogether. Izaya replaced Kida’s wavering hold with a strong grip, sinking his fingers into tender flesh and using the hips for leverage as he picked up speed. Kida could only tell that Izaya was climaxing by the slightly broadening of the smile and the scalding feeling of wetness shooting inside him. He followed in a mix of raw edged pain and ravaging pleasure.
Before Izaya Kida came to terms with his shortcomings and he was now in a position to finally overcome them. As functional as Kida’s funny playboy antics were in getting by and appearing as carefree as possible, as much as he had learnt to come across as hip and modern at the end of day he still found all that meaningless. Mere surface moves to cover up deep insecurities.
Kida now drifted to sleep, the jacket as a soft embrace lulling him.
The phone rang in the middle of the night. Kida stirred awake immediately. He recognized the personalized tone right away.
“Hello, Masaomi-kun! How are you doing?”
“Just woke up.”
“So you were sleeping? It’s only 1 AM.”
Even reduced to a voice Izaya still made Kida’s heart skip a beat.
“I have to wake up early tomorrow. Field trip.”
“Hmmm…I suppose you wouldn’t want me to come over, then.”
Kida started then leapt off bed to look out the window. Izaya waved from the other side of the street, the screen shining eerily.
“I’ll let you in, wait just a sec.”
Kida crept out of his apartment. He found Izaya standing outside the building. There was not a word exchanged as Izaya tackled him down on the lobby and kissed him almost roughly. A knee parted Kida’s legs and he moaned softly.
“Have I told you already that I like this new hairstyle of yours? You look older, almost makes me forget I’m doing a kid.”
Kida took a deep breath to steady himself. As late as it was someone could walk in on them.
“Izaya…”
“You’d like to do it in a bed?”
Kida nodded. Izaya smiled widely as he ripped open a condom with his teeth.
“Masaomi-kun, you’ll have to earn your right to that. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Izaya tossed him the rubber.
“Put that on. Maybe you’ll last longer that way.”
Kida was not completely unfamiliar with condoms but his fingers still shook.
“Nervous? And I see you’re wearing the jacket.”
Izaya had great night vision and could see every detail unfurled under him- the bulging underwear that was the only item of clothing other than the jacket- and he was pleased. This boy understood the true rules of life. To Izaya he was a diamond not yet chiseled into perfection but willing to be shaped anew.
“I sleep with it.”
“Fancy that. And you wear it when you masturbate to thoughts of me.”
It was not even a question.
“Yes.”
Kida did not trail off. It was important not to.
“Then you can say I’m here to make your dreams could true.”
While Kida tried to relax penetration was devastatingly painful. He bit into his lower lip until it bled to keep himself from screaming. Izaya licked the wound and lapped at the blood. A deep kiss followed as if to counter the sharp thrusting that rocked into Kida and split him apart.
“Hold up your legs, Masaomi-kun.”
Kida complied with difficulty and nearly lost purchase when sudden pleasured soared through him.
“Hng-”
He wanted to yank the condom off but that would not do. Izaya chuckled.
“You’re still so easy to read. Must work on that. But maybe that’s fine when I’m fucking you.”
This was not dirty talk, it was simple matter of fact. Kida was already far too gone. His arms beginning to give way as he edged closer to losing control altogether. Izaya replaced Kida’s wavering hold with a strong grip, sinking his fingers into tender flesh and using the hips for leverage as he picked up speed. Kida could only tell that Izaya was climaxing by the slightly broadening of the smile and the scalding feeling of wetness shooting inside him. He followed in a mix of raw edged pain and ravaging pleasure.
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