I'll Explain Later 4/4
anonymous
April 30 2010, 01:02:27 UTC
I'm sorry that there's an extra part too (4 instead of 3) but the ending was too long for one post ^^;
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The bowtie comes off easy, the buttons are pesky and then more. The pants are a joy to slide down but he doesn’t let me go all the way. It’s off with my coat and shirt and now I see why he was making a face before. It’s pretty cold outside tonight.
It’s the opposite of a growth spurt, instead of feeling cramped I feel too small. His touch is burning and I find myself clinging to him, my heart beating faster faster faster and harder harder harder than I’ve ever heard it before even though we haven’t gotten very far yet. I missed him. I’m still not convinced who I am but I missed him like fucking hell and I want him. This realization feels like splinters in my insides, breaking me not completely, not even close, but just a bit more than I was before.
A different kind of information pours into my head, not bits of knowledge but observations. His hands are cold, his brow is slightly sweaty, his breath smells of cigarettes but underneath that he smells nice, I like the way he touches me there but oh! That place is slightly uncomfortable and could he just move his hand a little to the right, I happen to be quite ticklish there.
I try to reciprocate with current life experience and what I remember from before. I struggle to recall what he likes, what makes him squirm, what makes him want me back as much as I want him. Frustrated in the bad way I just focus on him instead.
I moan. He’s so pretty Shizuo, so confortable, Bartender-san. Shizu-chan. I can’t make up my mind. Do I want to be inside him or do I want him inside of me? Finally he pulls away to slip down his black boxer-briefs and gently pushes me against a wall. He props me up and I remember I’m shorter. I could still top for sure!! But the ground’s wet and pavement’s uncomfortable so….
“…Shizu-chan…” He grunts.
“Do you need preparation?” I nod negative. I’m feeling very open today.
He starts to slip in, too careful for my taste (I said I was ready, Shizu-chan!) and takes a pause once he’s all in. His tip barely brushed my sweet spot, driving me mad. I want to jump up and down but that might not be the best idea in the position we’re in. (What if I broke Shizu-chan?) I dig my fingers (my nails are too short) in his back and he gets the hint.
He starts to move and sets a pace. I attack his mouth and when he needs to breath, I move on to his neck, collar bone, and shoulder. He starts to go faster and I tighten my thighs’ hold on him as I feel myself getting closer.
“…Nghhn, …Shizu-chan…” I whisper in his ear. I can feel his responding shiver with my whole body. Something tells me he used to hate that name but he doesn’t seem to mind it much anymore.
“…Izaya-aAh…” His voice trembles as he comes and rides out the orgasm. I get off shortly after and we finish together, my teeth first sinking into his shoulder and then dislodging themselves in the aftermath to rest my nose in the crook of his neck.
He doesn’t let me go for a while and cradles me against his chest. It’s comforting but it’s also very odd, a constant reminder that things aren’t exactly as they were before, if our completely new way of interacting wasn’t already a dead giveaway. I’m not sure how much of what I know is what he told me and how much is what’s starting to come back of “me”. I find it very curious that up to this point I turned out exactly the same in this world as I had in the last. I’ll need more information later.
Information… I think for now I’m satisfied. I have Shizu-chan. I don’t understand everything, feel the need to understand burning the back of my throat in the form of a thousand questions like: if I hadn’t met him today, would I have remembered our past life together on my own? I swallow the thought down.
For once I feel like information can take an ever so small break.
“Bartender-san?”
“Hnn?”
“You really do have nice eyes.”
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Well, as England says in Absolutely Invicible British Gentleman, "All's well that ends well!" (Why couldn't I just say that last part??) You probably won't recognize me unless I write another fic from Izaya's POV, but I'll say "See you around the kink meme!" anyway! xoxoxox
x.x.x.x.x
The bowtie comes off easy, the buttons are pesky and then more. The pants are a joy to slide down but he doesn’t let me go all the way. It’s off with my coat and shirt and now I see why he was making a face before. It’s pretty cold outside tonight.
It’s the opposite of a growth spurt, instead of feeling cramped I feel too small. His touch is burning and I find myself clinging to him, my heart beating faster faster faster and harder harder harder than I’ve ever heard it before even though we haven’t gotten very far yet. I missed him. I’m still not convinced who I am but I missed him like fucking hell and I want him. This realization feels like splinters in my insides, breaking me not completely, not even close, but just a bit more than I was before.
A different kind of information pours into my head, not bits of knowledge but observations. His hands are cold, his brow is slightly sweaty, his breath smells of cigarettes but underneath that he smells nice, I like the way he touches me there but oh! That place is slightly uncomfortable and could he just move his hand a little to the right, I happen to be quite ticklish there.
I try to reciprocate with current life experience and what I remember from before. I struggle to recall what he likes, what makes him squirm, what makes him want me back as much as I want him. Frustrated in the bad way I just focus on him instead.
I moan. He’s so pretty Shizuo, so confortable, Bartender-san. Shizu-chan. I can’t make up my mind. Do I want to be inside him or do I want him inside of me? Finally he pulls away to slip down his black boxer-briefs and gently pushes me against a wall. He props me up and I remember I’m shorter. I could still top for sure!! But the ground’s wet and pavement’s uncomfortable so….
“…Shizu-chan…” He grunts.
“Do you need preparation?” I nod negative. I’m feeling very open today.
He starts to slip in, too careful for my taste (I said I was ready, Shizu-chan!) and takes a pause once he’s all in. His tip barely brushed my sweet spot, driving me mad. I want to jump up and down but that might not be the best idea in the position we’re in. (What if I broke Shizu-chan?) I dig my fingers (my nails are too short) in his back and he gets the hint.
He starts to move and sets a pace. I attack his mouth and when he needs to breath, I move on to his neck, collar bone, and shoulder. He starts to go faster and I tighten my thighs’ hold on him as I feel myself getting closer.
“…Nghhn, …Shizu-chan…” I whisper in his ear. I can feel his responding shiver with my whole body. Something tells me he used to hate that name but he doesn’t seem to mind it much anymore.
“…Izaya-aAh…” His voice trembles as he comes and rides out the orgasm. I get off shortly after and we finish together, my teeth first sinking into his shoulder and then dislodging themselves in the aftermath to rest my nose in the crook of his neck.
He doesn’t let me go for a while and cradles me against his chest. It’s comforting but it’s also very odd, a constant reminder that things aren’t exactly as they were before, if our completely new way of interacting wasn’t already a dead giveaway. I’m not sure how much of what I know is what he told me and how much is what’s starting to come back of “me”. I find it very curious that up to this point I turned out exactly the same in this world as I had in the last. I’ll need more information later.
Information… I think for now I’m satisfied. I have Shizu-chan. I don’t understand everything, feel the need to understand burning the back of my throat in the form of a thousand questions like: if I hadn’t met him today, would I have remembered our past life together on my own? I swallow the thought down.
For once I feel like information can take an ever so small break.
“Bartender-san?”
“Hnn?”
“You really do have nice eyes.”
x.x.x.x.x
Well, as England says in Absolutely Invicible British Gentleman, "All's well that ends well!" (Why couldn't I just say that last part??) You probably won't recognize me unless I write another fic from Izaya's POV, but I'll say "See you around the kink meme!" anyway! xoxoxox
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