Red eyes widen slightly, a silent pause stretching between ragged breaths. Then the knee between Izaya's legs jerks suddenly upwards, wrenching a gasp from his throat as the tie is shoved roughly between his teeth. Shizuo yanks the ends behind the other man's head, securing it in place as he leans in, breath ghosting over Izaya's ear. The brunette twists against him, allowing Shizuo a clear look at his face, thin lips parted with the bowtie between them.
The blonde feels a shiver run up his spine; even if he hates to admit it, the flea turns him on. His pants are beginning to tighten, and Izaya's writhing body is certainly not helping. He slams the smaller man into the wall again, eliciting a muffled moan.
"Mmngghh..." Izaya feels the skin on his forehead break upon impact, but he has no hands to push away from the brick, nor any way to protest. So he settles for grinding himself harder against Shizuo's knee, hot blood trickling down his face.
The bartender nips at the shell of the captive man's ear, laughs at the resulting groans, runs a hand up his side while the other keeps him pinned. Shizuo finds himself intoxicated by the noises Izaya makes; when he's not talking, his voice is downright arousing. His hands migrate upwards, tweaking at the bonds, feeling the other man tremble beneath his touch.
"Mmm..." Izaya wriggles, wanting more. All pretense of his previous cockiness has disappeared by now.
"Slut." Shizuo grunts as the brunette shifts in his grip, arching his back so that his ass rubs right against the blonde's crotch.
The hands roam downwards, tugging at empty belt loops. They're both getting impatient now, and Shizuo doesn't bother to unbutton anything, opting to just yank Izaya's pants and boxers down. The smaller man gasps into the gag as Shizuo's hand fastens around his cock, pumping roughly. The hand on his back trails down to the leather belt, seizing a strap and wrenching backwards.
"Hnn! Mmghh..." Izaya writhes against the tightening bonds, inadvertently thrusting, hard, into Shizuo's hand.
"You want it this bad?" Shizuo's smile is maddening. Izaya rolls his hips, muffled moans trickling from his parted lips. A thin trail of saliva runs from the corner of his mouth, mingling with blood as it continues down his neck.
*A/N: writer!anon apologizes for the OOC-ness. anon has never written a fanfic before (and i'm writing porn, terrific, i'm going to hell aren't i, orzzz ).
Izaya gasps again as Shizuo presses his tongue to the coppery mixture, licking up to his mouth and down to his collarbone. A soft mewling escapes him; his whole body is quivering with anticipation, hips still thrusting desperately into the larger man's hand. Shizuo tightens his grip on the belt, steadily pulling it tighter and tighter. Izaya feels his vision blur, rather unsure if its due to the the breath he can't seem to catch or the bruises forming on his arms or Shizu-chan's mouth on his neck.
And suddenly the hand working at his erection is gone, Izaya moaning at the loss. He twists himself around to glare at Shizuo angrily - as angrily as he can manage, with such a hazy mind - and feels his bonds wrenched roughly backwards.
"Mngh!"
Izaya is surprised none of his joints have been dislocated by now; the pain reaches a new level, stars winking into sight with each sharp tug. He collapses forward, wriggling weakly, supported by only the leather straps crisscrossing his small frame.
He lets his mind drift for a moment, soaking in the pain-turning-pleasure, faintly registering the sound of a zipper being undone. However, his conscience snaps back to the foreground the second he feels the blunt tip of Shizuo's erection press against his entrance.
There is barely a warning - only a ragged intake of breath from the blonde - before Izaya is thrust into, the new source of pain forcing tears into his eyes and a ragged, muffled scream from his throat. Shizuo doesn't start slow; he thrusts hard and fast, face flushed as he forces himself into the tight heat clenched around his cock.
Izaya's body writhes, protesting the sensory overload. His arms, the bonds still in Shizuo's grasp, fight the leather straps, aching to hold on to something, anything. The trickle of moans have turned into a river, the harsh slap of flesh-on-flesh echoing in his ears.
"You like this, don't you?" Shizuo grinds out, breathing erratically, his own eyes heavily lidded.
Izaya can only moan in response.
"...Whore..."
Izaya groans harder as the breathy pants ghost over his ear and a hand returns to his own dripping need. He grinds back in time with Shizuo, finding his sweet spot and angling himself so that the blonde hits it with each thrust. The brunette can feel the belt still tightening around his chest, sending signals via aching nipples.
Bastard... He vaguely curses the bartender in his head, impending climax wiping all further coherent thought.
Its over almost too quickly, hot, heady fluid filling him as his own come is spilled onto the bricks before them.
The blonde feels a shiver run up his spine; even if he hates to admit it, the flea turns him on. His pants are beginning to tighten, and Izaya's writhing body is certainly not helping. He slams the smaller man into the wall again, eliciting a muffled moan.
"Mmngghh..." Izaya feels the skin on his forehead break upon impact, but he has no hands to push away from the brick, nor any way to protest. So he settles for grinding himself harder against Shizuo's knee, hot blood trickling down his face.
The bartender nips at the shell of the captive man's ear, laughs at the resulting groans, runs a hand up his side while the other keeps him pinned. Shizuo finds himself intoxicated by the noises Izaya makes; when he's not talking, his voice is downright arousing. His hands migrate upwards, tweaking at the bonds, feeling the other man tremble beneath his touch.
"Mmm..." Izaya wriggles, wanting more. All pretense of his previous cockiness has disappeared by now.
"Slut." Shizuo grunts as the brunette shifts in his grip, arching his back so that his ass rubs right against the blonde's crotch.
The hands roam downwards, tugging at empty belt loops. They're both getting impatient now, and Shizuo doesn't bother to unbutton anything, opting to just yank Izaya's pants and boxers down. The smaller man gasps into the gag as Shizuo's hand fastens around his cock, pumping roughly. The hand on his back trails down to the leather belt, seizing a strap and wrenching backwards.
"Hnn! Mmghh..." Izaya writhes against the tightening bonds, inadvertently thrusting, hard, into Shizuo's hand.
"You want it this bad?" Shizuo's smile is maddening. Izaya rolls his hips, muffled moans trickling from his parted lips. A thin trail of saliva runs from the corner of his mouth, mingling with blood as it continues down his neck.
*A/N: writer!anon apologizes for the OOC-ness. anon has never written a fanfic before (and i'm writing porn, terrific, i'm going to hell aren't i, orzzz ).
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and by that I mean you're awesome and you make me jealous.
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need.rough.sex.nowwwwwwwahghhhhhhhhh <3333
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*joins the F5 party*
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And suddenly the hand working at his erection is gone, Izaya moaning at the loss. He twists himself around to glare at Shizuo angrily - as angrily as he can manage, with such a hazy mind - and feels his bonds wrenched roughly backwards.
"Mngh!"
Izaya is surprised none of his joints have been dislocated by now; the pain reaches a new level, stars winking into sight with each sharp tug. He collapses forward, wriggling weakly, supported by only the leather straps crisscrossing his small frame.
He lets his mind drift for a moment, soaking in the pain-turning-pleasure, faintly registering the sound of a zipper being undone. However, his conscience snaps back to the foreground the second he feels the blunt tip of Shizuo's erection press against his entrance.
There is barely a warning - only a ragged intake of breath from the blonde - before Izaya is thrust into, the new source of pain forcing tears into his eyes and a ragged, muffled scream from his throat. Shizuo doesn't start slow; he thrusts hard and fast, face flushed as he forces himself into the tight heat clenched around his cock.
Izaya's body writhes, protesting the sensory overload. His arms, the bonds still in Shizuo's grasp, fight the leather straps, aching to hold on to something, anything. The trickle of moans have turned into a river, the harsh slap of flesh-on-flesh echoing in his ears.
"You like this, don't you?" Shizuo grinds out, breathing erratically, his own eyes heavily lidded.
Izaya can only moan in response.
"...Whore..."
Izaya groans harder as the breathy pants ghost over his ear and a hand returns to his own dripping need. He grinds back in time with Shizuo, finding his sweet spot and angling himself so that the blonde hits it with each thrust. The brunette can feel the belt still tightening around his chest, sending signals via aching nipples.
Bastard... He vaguely curses the bartender in his head, impending climax wiping all further coherent thought.
Its over almost too quickly, hot, heady fluid filling him as his own come is spilled onto the bricks before them.
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This is uber hot! Thanx anon~ :3
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wow brb fapping like crazy
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