Shizuo is horrified at the threat, at its tangibility, and swallows thickly as he considers his options. He curses mentally, long streaming curses damning everything, but most especially Izaya, when he opens and says, "Or?"
Izaya seems startled out of his brief reverie; he replaces his knife in his coat pocket, pulls back to look at Shizuo's expression, tormented and-- surrendering even? Pride and sensibility conflicting against each other. Izaya realizes, with surprise, that Shizuo is trying to call it a truce.
Izaya leans back on his haunches, grinning now as he thinks of an appropriate action. His hand touches the corner of Shizuo's lips and he says, "You could suck me off."
Shizuo's eyes widen. He nearly yells that there was no fucking way he would ever do something like that, but stops himself. He can feel Izaya leering at him and clenches his fists. "I'll do it."
Izaya's expression lights up, and he walks to the corner of the room to move what looks like an ottoman in front of him. "I think it would be easiest on your knees," he suggests as he takes a seat on it, just watching the way that Shizuo's face darkens as he gets onto his knees. As soon as the little camera cellphone is back in Izaya's hands, Shizuo glowers at it; Izaya replies casually, "What? I need something to remember your cute, shameful face by," and that only makes it worse.
Shizuo swallows down the anxiety as Izaya pulls his cock free from the confines of his pants; he tries to ignore the loathing building up (although it becomes extremely difficult when Izaya rubs his cock against his face, smearing his precum along a cheek).
Without further ado, Shizuo takes in a breath, and takes the organ into his mouth. All he feels is disgust as he sucks on it, hard, moving his head up and down. His face is flushed with little more than shame when Izaya's hand comes to rest at his forehead, pressing him further down Izaya's cock. Shizuo licks at the head, sucks awkwardly, and only moves halfway down Izaya's shaft before rising again. He keeps his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see the cell or Izaya's face, especially when he gags on reflex after a few strong pushes from Izaya.
After a few more minutes of this, Izaya sighs, "Shiiizuu-chaaan, no offense, I mean, I've doubt you've had very much practice, but this is getting kind of boring. Just let me put it in."
"W-what?" Shizuo starts to say, but Izaya's pushes him violently back down, smiling as Shizuo gags on the head of his cock.
"Fine, fine, I'll make a deal with you," Izaya says with exasperation, like he's going out of his way just to be less of a bastard, and it's one of the things that makes Shizuo hate him more. "If you can't make me come in the next five minutes, I'm going to help myself."
Shizuo can't hold back his anger; he lifts his mouth to glare fully at Izaya. "You son of bitch!" he shouts aloud, tugging hard against his handcuffs.
Izaya doesn't look phased, cellphone still sitting pretty in his hand and recording all of this shit. Fuck. He's about to let that rage go no matter the consequences, when Izaya says, "And that timer's starting now, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo holds back his anger, tries to ignore his urge to hurt, to kill, to do anything violent at all and does his best to think of the task at hand. Five minutes was a long time, Izaya had already been starting to pant from his earlier attempts, had been holding out for a while now, and probably taken in some of the same aphrodisiac when he had passed it to him.
With this in mind, he started again on Izaya's cock. This time, sucking hard on the head, tongue pushing against the slit in the top before sliding in as much of the length as was physically possible and repeating the action. Above him, he heard Izaya heave a little pleased sigh as Shizuo's head bobbed up and down on his cock; Shizuo did his best to ignore the wet noises coming from his mouth as he did so, but somehow Izaya's low moans made his cock even harder.
Izaya seems startled out of his brief reverie; he replaces his knife in his coat pocket, pulls back to look at Shizuo's expression, tormented and-- surrendering even? Pride and sensibility conflicting against each other. Izaya realizes, with surprise, that Shizuo is trying to call it a truce.
Izaya leans back on his haunches, grinning now as he thinks of an appropriate action. His hand touches the corner of Shizuo's lips and he says, "You could suck me off."
Shizuo's eyes widen. He nearly yells that there was no fucking way he would ever do something like that, but stops himself. He can feel Izaya leering at him and clenches his fists. "I'll do it."
Izaya's expression lights up, and he walks to the corner of the room to move what looks like an ottoman in front of him. "I think it would be easiest on your knees," he suggests as he takes a seat on it, just watching the way that Shizuo's face darkens as he gets onto his knees. As soon as the little camera cellphone is back in Izaya's hands, Shizuo glowers at it; Izaya replies casually, "What? I need something to remember your cute, shameful face by," and that only makes it worse.
Shizuo swallows down the anxiety as Izaya pulls his cock free from the confines of his pants; he tries to ignore the loathing building up (although it becomes extremely difficult when Izaya rubs his cock against his face, smearing his precum along a cheek).
Without further ado, Shizuo takes in a breath, and takes the organ into his mouth. All he feels is disgust as he sucks on it, hard, moving his head up and down. His face is flushed with little more than shame when Izaya's hand comes to rest at his forehead, pressing him further down Izaya's cock. Shizuo licks at the head, sucks awkwardly, and only moves halfway down Izaya's shaft before rising again. He keeps his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see the cell or Izaya's face, especially when he gags on reflex after a few strong pushes from Izaya.
After a few more minutes of this, Izaya sighs, "Shiiizuu-chaaan, no offense, I mean, I've doubt you've had very much practice, but this is getting kind of boring. Just let me put it in."
"W-what?" Shizuo starts to say, but Izaya's pushes him violently back down, smiling as Shizuo gags on the head of his cock.
"Fine, fine, I'll make a deal with you," Izaya says with exasperation, like he's going out of his way just to be less of a bastard, and it's one of the things that makes Shizuo hate him more. "If you can't make me come in the next five minutes, I'm going to help myself."
Shizuo can't hold back his anger; he lifts his mouth to glare fully at Izaya. "You son of bitch!" he shouts aloud, tugging hard against his handcuffs.
Izaya doesn't look phased, cellphone still sitting pretty in his hand and recording all of this shit. Fuck. He's about to let that rage go no matter the consequences, when Izaya says, "And that timer's starting now, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo holds back his anger, tries to ignore his urge to hurt, to kill, to do anything violent at all and does his best to think of the task at hand. Five minutes was a long time, Izaya had already been starting to pant from his earlier attempts, had been holding out for a while now, and probably taken in some of the same aphrodisiac when he had passed it to him.
With this in mind, he started again on Izaya's cock. This time, sucking hard on the head, tongue pushing against the slit in the top before sliding in as much of the length as was physically possible and repeating the action. Above him, he heard Izaya heave a little pleased sigh as Shizuo's head bobbed up and down on his cock; Shizuo did his best to ignore the wet noises coming from his mouth as he did so, but somehow Izaya's low moans made his cock even harder.
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