HAPPY IZAYA DAY
“Ahhhhaan, Shizzy, fuck!”
I smirk and rub my hips harder against his.
“Wh-Where’s the light?”
The sound of his hand running along the wall annoys my ears.
“Or do you just want to do it in the da-OW!”
I throw him onto the bed and nibble the edges of the wound I just made on his bare shoulder, tasting the tang of blood with the end of my tongue. That would leave a satisfying bruise. However, I am doubtful it will actually make him shut up. When you spend a few years of your life trying to kill someone, you tend to find out what actually makes them hurt. Izaya’s exclamation had simply been a reflex, not a true expression of pain.
“Eager today, are we?”
I growl and drag my teeth down his skin until I reach a nipple. As I bite down I jam my hand between his legs and grip his cock through his pants, beginning to rub it immediately.
“Ggh!”
Running out of words, eh, Izaya?
Of course, as soon as I think this, he speaks again: “Shizzy…more…” He’s practically thrusting into my hand, the way he’s wiggling like that, spreading his legs like a whore.
Well, whatever. He’s my whore.
I pull back from him completely and he glares at me, but fuck him (no pun intended), he’s half naked and I’m still fully dressed. I quickly strip off my vest and shirt. He seems to actually be okay with this; then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s said weird shit to me before like ‘Shizzy has such a nice body~’ and a few other even creepier things. But none of that is relevant anyway.
As soon as we’re in equal states of nudity, I decide to upset the balance again. I grab his pants by the hem and practically rip them off. He should be glad I don’t, because hell, it’s not like I really have a lot of patience in this kind of situation. I pull a condom out of my back pocket and start to open it, but he jumps up and stops me. “Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay, you Neanderthal?” He says it playfully but it still pisses me off.
I get over it pretty quickly when he unfastens my pants and immediately takes my dick in his mouth. My breathing sounds kind of harsh, but that’s fine. I just won’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan or give him any other sort of praise. He’s got a big enough ego as it is.
He’s got a greedy mouth. His tongue darts across my slit when he gets to the end of my prick, and then he goes back and practically deep throats me. One of his hands is on my hip for support, the other is on his own cock, pumping unabashedly. I can feel myself throbbing and dripping as his tight lips run up and down my erection and it just makes me want him more.
I fist my fingers in his hair and tug gently, but only because I’m wary of those damn teeth of his. Despite what everyone seems to think, I’m not entirely indestructible. When he doesn’t stop, apparently taking my hand on his hair for some kind of encouragement, I start twisting it. This works. “Use your words, Shizzy,” he chastises me. The effect is kind of ruined by the mixture of saliva and cum on his chin.
I put my hand over his face and shove him back down on the bed, and he cackles, like the batshit insane person he is. I retrieve the condom from my pocket and roll it over my dick in a few smooth movements. For some reason, him being crazy makes me smile. Not an ‘Oh, that’s so endearing’ smile, but more like ‘You won’t be laughing in a second, you crazy piece of shit’ smile.
“You’re not even going to prepare me?”
It’s a joke, obviously. He means it to be. I think he likes painting himself as a big slut sometimes. He likes it hard and rough and we both know it.
“Ahh Shizzy’s so mean,” he sighs as he hands tosses me the lube. I slather some over my cock and toss the bottle to the side, wiping the excess stuff slowly down my naked front. His eyes are predatory. ‘Take me. Take me hard,’ they say.
Well, that is the intention.
I grab both of his legs and jerk them up in the air. Dropping one for a second, I guide myself an inch or so in, Then I grab it again and thrust hard into him.
“AH!!” he yells. That’s what I like to hear. Now I let his knees hook over my shoulders as I lean down over him. I smirk as I start to ram my prick into him, filling him with all eight or so inches each time. His eyes are clenched closed like his ass is clenching around me, and his mouth is open, uttering fragments of words at different intensities. His hands are grabbing fistfuls of the bed covers we didn’t even bother to pull back.
“SHIZ-fuck!-OHH!-Yes!” Suddenly his arms spring up and hook around me, and he’s dragging hot red lines up my back. It just makes me go faster. I’m still watching him with a hard expression, though my mouth is open as I’m panting.
It always amazes me how fucking tight he is. I swear, of all that information he has, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had special secrets to keeping his ass like a virgin’s. Obviously it’s the same for him, because he’s still screaming (or trying to scream) my name, along with various expletives and other indistinguishable compilations of sounds.
“DAMMIT-God DAMMIT, Shizuo!-FUCK!”
I can’t tell if it’s blood or sweat that’s rolling down my back; I figure it’s probably both. I need more. It’s so good, but I need more. Faster-
“AHHH-AH!” His fingernails sink deep into my back when he comes, and he tenses up even more. I had no idea it was possible for anyone to be so tight. That does it for me. A thin layer of latex keeps my seed from spilling into him. I keep going anyway, though my pace slows rapidly. Finally the adrenaline wears off and I wearily pull out, dropping the condom into the trash bin by the bed.
I collapse next to him and close my eyes. Even though it was already dark in the room, I feel the kind of relief you get from closing your eyes after staring at the sun or sitting around in a sandstorm. My eyelids are cold and soothing, even though my throat burns dry from my panting.
I feel like I could use another thousand years of silence when that flea interrupts it. “Shizzy, guess what.”
I don’t dignify him with a response. He’ll tell me anyway. No one ever wants you to guess when they say ‘guess what’ anyway.
I’m right. “This is the hundred ‘n thirty-eight time we’ve fucked.”
I feel like chucking him out the window, but my body quickly forgets the idea. Patience, Shizuo. “So fucking what?” I groan at him. It was meant to be more threatening, but goddamn, do I even need to say it?
I can hear him smiling. “Nevermind.”
THIS IS THE BEST I CAN DO ON SHORT NOTICE. HAVE 1232 WORDS OF SHITTY PORN. I dunno why I’ve been craving writing rough sex recently. I guess this was an excuse to do it. Like I said though, it sucks. It’s past my bedtime (yes, I’m a loser and I give myself a bedtime) aaaaaand I spent all day being freaked about my car, but yeah.
Oh I guess this is my first time ever writing in present tense. I dun like present tense, it scares me. Not too bad with only 1232 words though.
Also Idk how to do that spiffy 'make the porn a link, not a wall of tl;dr' thing even though Grace explained it to me before.
PARKOURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I forget what else. Balls.