PART 7
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.7
PART 7 IS NOW CLOSED
Head on over to part 8 instead!
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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PART 7 IS NOW CLOSED
Head on over to part 8 instead!
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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"Come, pet."
He knew it. I'm not sure how I managed to crawl after him. My arousal swung painfully as I moved, but I followed him all the way to the couch, whereupon he collapsed.
"Fetch me a blanket."
He gestured across the room to where a fluffy throw lay folded on a chair. If he had wanted it, why did he take me all the way over-- I really shouldn't have questioned anything, at that point.
I made my way slowly, wincing at his call of, "No hands!" and by some miracle, I managed to crawl back with a corner of the blanket between my teeth - the rest had to drag along - without tripping myself too badly. He smiled at me when I returned, dark and knowing, and it set me to shivering.
"Up, boy. Bring it here."
I pushed up and leaned toward him, tugging the blanket with me, but he patted the couch on the other side of him.
"Up on the furniture. Just this once, pet."
It frightened me, how quickly I was getting used to the name. I clambered over him, doing my best not to trample him despite how much I was shaking. He pulled me down next to him by the chain around my neck, and I slipped into the space between his body and the back of the sofa. With some maneuvering, I managed to find a position that wasn't completely uncomfortable, considering the plug and the chain.
"You're such a good boy when you're listening to me. When you're not doing things I don't want you to."
So that was what this was about. I should have guessed ages ago.
His hands ran over my body idly, as though contemplating the shape, the feel, the very composition. It was torturous for me. Every pass he made over my side, my stomach, my thigh, every time he grazed a nipple or dipped into my navel, it all reminded me of how much I ached, of how much I wanted…wanted him.
I hated it. Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be me? Why did it have to be like this?
I started thinking of other possibilities, of other ways I might have been all right with this, of ways we could have done it differently.
It didn't have to be like this…did it?
And why didn't I want to fight this? My strength would be back soon enough. Izaya had said so himself.
Did I no longer care? Was I all right with being treated like an animal? Like the beast he expected me to be?
"There we are, pet."
I didn't realize I was crying until I had to blink through tears to see him. His thumbnail pressed into my slit, and I whimpered loudly, bucking against him. My pleasure was growing again, and my head was swimming. My skin tingled everywhere he touched me, and I panted heavily.
Before I really knew what I was doing, I had leaned in and licked his cheek…
…just like the dog I was.
He faltered for a moment, and then his mouth split in a wide grin, terrifying in its delight.
"You want to come, don't you, puppy?"
I did. So badly.
"Do you want me to let you come?"
Yes. Please, yes.
"Speak!"
I knew what he wanted.
I barked.
He giggled and tightened his grip around me, making me whimper, and he leaned in close. "Then make me hard. You can handle that, can't you?"
I shouldn't have been so eager to please. But even as my cheeks flared up, I couldn't help myself. I swung one leg over him and crawled down the length of his body, sucking his half-hard cock into my mouth - no hands. I wanted to come, and if this was what I had to do, then…
Whimpering as he swelled against my tongue, I pulled back and licked at his shaft, my hot breath wafting across his skin. I panted even as he pushed me off.
"Beg. Beg me for it."
I had known it would come to this.
I licked at my lips and whined, trying to lower my mouth back onto him, but he kept me an arm's length away. It was almost like I was watching myself from afar, watching myself climb off him, watching myself drop to all fours. But no, that was me looking over my shoulder, me whimpering in need, me trembling in excitement when Izaya rose from the couch and walked toward the beast on the floor.
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But not enough to care because this is still hot.
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