PART 12
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.12
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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He doesn't get to say anymore before Izaya is upon him, the sound of Izaya's knife falling to the floor barely registering, before Izaya's hands and mouth and teeth are on him, fanning the fire under his skin to new heights.
"Shizu-chan... " Izaya groans between kisses and grazing teeth, "Shizu-chan, I couldn't stay away. I've been going mad trying to stay away. Shizu-chan... Shizu-chan..."
"Izaya... " Shizuo whispers, dizzy with heat and kisses.
"What are we doing? What is this?" Izaya wonders, breathless, but he's not stopping.
"I don't know... I don't know..." Shizuo breathes against his lips, baring the marked side of his throat in silent submission and savoring Izaya's groan of approval.
Izaya kisses down Shizuo's neck, licking over the mark and softly sucking at it, and Shizuo's body goes limp again, mind blank and a pleading whine keens in the back of his throat. Izaya purrs against the bite, pleased, and Shizuo can't stop his hips from bucking up.
Izaya moves the sheets aside, straddling Shizuo's legs and pushing him down the bed. He takes off his overcoat and shirt and Shizuo has only the barest presence of mind to pop the button of Izaya's slacks open and to pull the zipper down.
In a moment they're both naked, fevered skin against fevered skin, moaning and growling into each other's mouths, breathing and sharing the same heated air.
Izaya grinds against him, and Shizuo parts his legs and wraps them around Izaya's waist, bucking up in the same rhythm. They've always been somehow synchronized, able to read each other's movements.
Shizuo doesn't know how it happens, but there's more heat and friction and pressure, and before he knows anything else there's the feeling of Izaya slipping inside him, huge and hot and Shizuo feels the Haze consuming everything, leaving only pleasure in its wake.
Everything is a mess, tangled up in his head, he has no presence of mind to unravel everything that's happened so far, is still happening; instinctual motion, pressure, pleasure, heat and pain and finally. Izaya's touch and warmth, taste and smell and deep, deep inside, beyond the physical; Shizuo can't help but think he'll never be able to get him out, he'll never be able to tear Izaya out from him after this.
An eternity of sensation later, he screams Izaya's name when he comes, clinging to him and biting on the junction between neck and shoulder, feeling Izaya shudder and groan, a jagged sound that stutters along Izaya's hips; Shizuo can feel Izaya come inside him as he licks the salt of his sweat and blood.
"Shizu-chan, " Izaya gasps, dazed sounding, an edge of confusion that could have been panic in a different situation, "Shizu-chan, what's happening?"
Shizuo makes a questioning sound, opening his eyes, which he hadn't noticed he had closed, and murmurs a languid, "Huh?"
"Shizu-cha-ah-n... Sh-Shizu-chan, I can't stop..." Izaya 's moan sounds pained, almost agonized, and soon Shizuo can feel pressure again, inside him, filling him up more and more and with a strangled sound of pleasure he claws at Izaya's back, thrashing, back arching, throat raw with screaming Izaya's name again, again, again.
They keep going, they don't stop, cannot stop, Shizuo sobs with the never-ending pleasure and Izaya's bites mottling his neck black and red and blue, growling, "Mine, mine, mine, Shizu-chan, mine!"
"Izaya," he calls, pleading, delirious, "Izaya, please, please, please," he doesn't know what he needs, what he wants, anymore, it's all too much, too much, too much and not even close enough to be enough and he pulls Izaya down to kiss him and taste his blood in Izaya's mouth, taste both their blood mingle in the open-mouthed kiss.
He feels Izaya's hand on his cock, Izaya biting at his mouth, and he doesn't know anything much after that: He passes out.
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So that's that. I think it's been ages since I wrote anything remotely pornographic... (/□＼*)・゜ Next is a slap of fluff, then another bunch of porn; after that I'll see where this thing takes me.
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