March 18, 2012

The Coat Stays On - Part 2:

The only sound in the room was that of Izaya's heavy breathing, as he tried to recover from his release. His eyes were clenched tight, his chest rising and lowering at a rapid pace, and his legs were still trapped beneath Shizuo. The blonde watched Izaya intently, devouring him with his gaze. His hand stroked Izaya's length a few more times before he moved it over to the raven's face, petting his cheek and smearing sticky whiteness across the pale face along the way. He drew circles on Izaya's cheek with his thumb, fondness clearly showing through his mocha eyes. As Izaya's eyes slowly relaxed from the furrowing of his forehead, Izaya instinctively leaned into Shizuo's broad hand.

He released a sigh of a mixture of relief and comfort as Shizuo continued the soothing motions with his thumb. Shizuo's calloused hand felt so warm…so wonderful…

"Izaya."

Shizuo broke the silence, the comfortable moment that made the raven want to fall asleep. The latter decided to ignore him for now, and maybe he'll let him rest. His hand was so comfortable…

"Izaya," Shizuo repeated, a harsher tone to indicate that he knew Izaya was not asleep; no, not that quickly.

When Shizuo spoke again, Izaya's eyes flew open and his retort was cut short, as the blonde's face hovered millimeters from his, and huskily enunciated, "I'm not done with you yet." Immediately, Shizuo's mouth attacked Izaya's, eliciting a moan from the raven for the umpteenth time that night.

Izaya couldn't fight against Shizuo's demanding advances, his mouth moving and opening in obsequious compliance. He tried to respond, but just when he swiped his tongue along Shizuo's, the latter would throw them off course and start a new one, forcing Izaya out of breath in mere seconds. Izaya gasped for air in the split seconds when Shizuo would change his position, move his tongue elsewhere, only to take Izaya's mouth completely in his own again.

At times, Shizuo opened his eyes briefly to take in the wanton expression on the raven's face, eyes clenched tight and desperate. Shizuo felt that tongue on his own, sucking, tasting, devouring it. The sensation of having that hot muscle rub at his throat was almost enough to send Shizuo over the edge. Plunging his own tongue deep inside Izaya's mouth, Shizuo lifted himself fully atop the couch and Izaya. He slid his face to the side, slowly and smoothly trailing his tongue from the tip of Izaya's mouth down to his cheek, to his neck, to his collarbone. Saliva and spots of cum marked the course of Shizuo's lips. Izaya's harsh breathing brought his chest up and down, quick and needy.

"Shi…z—nn…" Izaya threaded his fingers in Shizuo's blond hair. "Nngh!" He tightened his hold when Shizuo bit too harshly at the nape of his neck. The blonde licked the spot in slight apology, only to nip at it another time, albeit much more softly.

Slowly, steadily, Shizuo's mouth followed his hand, which had already traveled down to Izaya's thigh, to hook his leg to Shizuo's hips.

"Look at you," Shizuo mumbled against Izaya's abdomen, "begging for my touch." Izaya had become soft, but God, he'd be lying if he said having Shizuo's hot breath so close didn't turn him on. His stomach curled up in knots at the exhilarating sensation.

Somehow, he remembered how to move his arms and planted his hands firm against Shizuo's shoulders. The blonde looked up at him.

"Shizu-chan," Izaya began, "you haven't been satisfied yet." He pushed against those shoulders, and Shizuo listened, falling backward at Izaya's prompting.

"Let me indulge you?" And with that, Shizuo noticed that his pants were already opened and half down.

"You cunning little…"

Izaya pressed a slender finger on those lips.

"Shizu-chan, shh." He smirked; he didn't really want Shizuo to be quiet. He loved that voice.

After the moment when time seemed to have stopped, Izaya trailed his finger down from Shizuo's lips to his chest and to his hips. He circled it briefly on the tan skin, around and away from the throbbing need in the middle.

Shizuo watched, fixated, forgetting how to speak and only wishing Izaya would stop teasing. His finger stopped, and when Shizuo looked up, he met Izaya's crimson eyes gleaming back at him, amused.

All Shizuo could focus on was the pink tongue that darted out to trail across Izaya's soft, swollen, upper lip. Izaya opened his mouth and swirled it back in, all in an hour-long second, and slowly leaned down, eyes never leaving Shizuo's.

Shizuo let out a short gasp that ended in a sigh when Izaya licked his hard cock. Shizuo clenched his hands in reflex. The heat felt so good. As Izaya continued to lick, Shizuo's fingers found their way amongst Izaya's smooth, raven-black hair.

Shizuo's hands held Izaya's head firmly, his fingers pressing into the raven's scalp. Fuck, when had he gotten so good with his mouth? That tongue, fuck—that tongue was playing him like a fiddle. His mouth hung open, gulping in silent gulps of air. Izaya swirled his tongue around Shizuo's thick cock, teasing at the tip and the side, only using the point of his tongue to trail along the hard length.

"Fuck…Izaya," Shizuo swore, out of breath. He felt the short puff of air on his sensitive skin when Izaya smirked.

"Fucking hell…" He needed to be in that damn mouth—he really needed to have it around him—if only he could just shove right into—

"Fuck!" Shizuo hissed in pleasure when Izaya took all his cock inside without warning. He started bobbing his head, sucking and tasting. It felt too good; it was almost too much.

"Izaya—" Shizuo moaned, his hands holding onto Izaya's smooth hair. "…hah…go—faster…nn…"

Shizuo's cock was covered in a viscous sheen of precum and saliva, Izaya's lips glistening against it. The raven sucked and licked; he would go fast one moment and change rhythm, not letting Shizuo release.

"And—you call me—hah…a tease…" Shizuo breathed out. He had no control whatsoever; not of his mind, of his body, of Izaya.

"Deep—Izaya—" Shizuo choked out. "Deeper—"

Izaya understood, and braced himself so that he wouldn't choke. Immediately, Shizuo's firm hands pushed Izaya's head farther towards Shizuo, deeper down onto his cock. Shizuo groaned in pleasure. The tip of his cock tapped the back of Izaya's throat and the raven's moan sent vibrations along the hard cock. Shivers shot up Shizuo's back. He pulled Izaya's head back and pushed him right back down, effectively fucking Izaya's mouth. They both moaned in ecstasy, relishing in the explicitness of it all, after so long. Shizuo continued shoving his cock into Izaya's mouth, pushing inside, and pulling back out only to repeat the action.

Izaya could feel the soreness in his cheeks, the burning friction against his lips as he moved along Shizuo's cock. Suddenly, Shizuo stopped and pulled Izaya's head away. The raven looked up questioningly, confused. He hadn't come yet.

Shizuo's eyes were glazed over with complete lust.

"Shizu-chan?" Izaya wiped the side of his mouth.

Shizuo opened his mouth, began to say, "Izaya…" What he wanted was too much to ask aloud.

Izaya furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "You want to fuck me?"

For all the obscenities Shizuo said earlier, he flushed at Izaya's frank question. He didn't avoid those crimson eyes, though.

"Please…your mouth," Shizuo finished as he caressed Izaya's reddened cheeks. Realization dawned in Izaya's eyes, also clouded with lust.

"Come here," he replied, directing Shizuo to stand up by the couch. He shifted their position so that he leaned against the back cushions and Shizuo kneeled with both knees on either side of Izaya. Giving a purposefully lewd glance to Shizuo, Izaya's lips were painfully close to the blonde's cock and taunted, "Try your best, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo's breath hitched and he hesitantly placed his hand on the back of Izaya's head. Never breaking eye contact, Izaya coaxed him on, and Shizuo willingly gave in to lust. He held Izaya's head firmly, steadily, and thrust inside.

He was close, extremely close. With one more thrust, he lingered inside, the feeling of Izaya's throat to his cock finally bringing him over the edge. He pulled out, coming all over Izaya's face, his eyes closed and mouth open. The raven sure knew how to look enticingly lewd.

Shizuo caught his breath, settling down on Izaya's lap. The raven's tongue swirled along his lips, out to the side, tasting Shizuo's cum. Slowly, he lifted his eyelids, specks of white settled on his lashes. The corner of his lips curled into a half-smile, half-smirk.

"Shizu-chan, did you try to hold back your brute strength?"

And again, Shizuo's rare flush painted his cheeks red. He looked away, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to reply, maybe to apologize, and Izaya loved every second of it.

He cupped Shizuo's chin and turned his head to face him, and with his other hand, Izaya wiped off some of the white on two fingers. Making sure that Shizuo was watching, he slipped the two fingers inside his mouth and sucked. The look in Shizuo's eyes made it all worth it. And Izaya continued what he did, cleaning his face off as he made Shizuo watch, a conflict of emotions in his eyes—amusement, disbelief, excitement.

As Izaya licked away the last remnants on his fingers, he pulled Shizuo towards him and murmured against his mouth, "How'd you like that?" He pressed their lips together, and this time it wasn't rushed, heated, or full of lust. Rather, they savored it, making the kiss slow, sweet, and lasting. It took their breaths away, but this time not because of a desperate desire, but of a passionate need to know; to know, to feel, and to belong with each other.

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To be continued...