The flea on the bitch

[thetrollprince]

Who: thetrollprince & suckmylipstick
Setting: Izaya's home, very late at night. He be slaving over work.
Warning: Hot man sex. Or something.

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[suckmylipstick]

[Hajime was only slightly concerned with how well acquainted with Izaya's bed he'd become. It was easy enough to sleep in when Izaya was in it but by himself, it was too large for his liking. After some tossing and turning, he finally decides that he can't do this. He sits up and hears the quiet vibrating sounds of machines coming from his office. Work this late?

Hajime appreciates it in his own way, seeing as how it seemed Izaya wasn't serious about most things. To know there was something he put a lot of effort into, it comforted him a little. Now if only that thing was their relationship. A sigh.

He pokes his head in the room, then leans in the doorway while rubbing his eyes. Too many lights too suddenly. With a quick glance around, he realizes this isn't the first time he's been in this room but it looks brand new when Izaya is actually working in it. Hajime tip toes to the back of Izaya's chair and links his arms around his neck, kissing Izaya's head from behind.]

It's late. Come back to bed.

[thetrollprince]

[Izaya hears Hajime walk into the doorway of his office but doesn't acknowledge him. His fingers are moving frantically over his keyboard, deep in his outline, when Hajime comes up behind him. The touch startles Izaya- even if he had heard the other man- but he doesn't show such a reaction.

He's really not used to this and isn't sure how to reply. Typically, he worked well through a night. His sleep schedule was strange but he never seems to be affected by it. He puts a hand briefly on Hajime's arm before he lets it drop. It was a brief image of affection but.]

I have work to do, Haji-chan~.

[He doesn't sound particularly tired. He spins around in his chair after saving his work and looks up at Hajime. He rubs a hand up under his glasses before he drops it back into his lap.]

Did someone get looonely without me? Tch, I knew it, you're in love~! [He laughs, sinking low into his chair and stretches his legs out so one purposefully kicks against Hajime's calve. He rests his head into one of his hands and sighs.]Haji-chan. You don't

[suckmylipstick]

Work can wait. It's only a few hours before sunrise. You need adequate rest if you're going to perform at your peak.

[Unlike certain others, somebody needs his beauty sleep and requires a certain body to do so. The chair swivels around and-- He blinks. Once. Twice. Izaya wearing glasses was not bad. Say what he might about the man himself, he worked the look quite well. They made him look more professional, sharper. Hajime actually loses his train of thought for a second.

He hisses from the kick and his thought kicks right back. Yes, of course. It may not be love but he wanted whatever the "us" was to be as smooth as possible. Affection didn't harm his intentions, including but not limited to pecks on the head or sleeping together. He frowns because it's like Izaya truly doesn't understand him and that rift will always exist. Either that or Izaya just doesn't care. Neither please Hajime.]

What I don't approve of is meaningless sex.

[He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He won't deny that he likes doing things of the sexual

[thetrollprince]

[It's very, very, very faint, but there's the slightest look of irritation that flashes over Izaya's expression before it relaxes into his usual grin.]

Of course.

[He turns his chair around and stares intently at the screen.]

Hajime, I'm busy. Please leave me alone.

[He sighs quietly and begins to type again. He won't think about it. It does sort of..No. He wasn't going to think about it. Not even worth the effort.]

I don't understand why we can't break up if all you're going to do is dislike me. I'm giving you permission to say you tried your best but failed because you simply can't bring yourself to like someone like me. So why don't you leave already?

[Why yes, that is annoyance in his voice. For once. But it's not over something Hajime might suspect.]

I'm fine enough with other people hating me but if I have to date someone, it would at least be...ah...refreshing if they somewhat wanted to be around me. I'm surely not that unbearable, am I?

[It's an honest question and he turns around in his chair and deadpans a stare at