I'm already on my knees naked by the front door by the time he comes home, my heart racing in anticipation. When the lock clicks shut, my hands slip down slightly from their proper position on my thighs due to my sweaty palms. When his low, black heels come into my down-turned line of sight I bow my head obediently – forehead pressed to the ground between his legs spread in a wide, confident stance. I take a shaky breath and have to swallow the drool that beings pooling in my mouth the second the smell of those polished leather heels seeps in, blending with his unique and bitter scent.

"Good evening, Shizu-chan!" He chirps, "I've missed my monster too! It's been a busy day for me, but I just can't leave my lovely humans to their own devices – who knows what could happen to them! You understand, ne, Shizu-chan~"

He runs his thin, graceful fingers through my hair before giving it an affectionate ruffle. I can't help leaning into his touch just a bit, but he straightens and his fingers leave my scalp all too soon.

"I smell something delicious!" It's you. "You've been a good boy today, haven't you?" I nod my head and his heels are clicking away into the living room. Instead of following him I scurry off into the kitchen to fetch him a hot plate of the dinner I made, and a glass of the wine he had decided he wanted to try earlier today.

I take a deep breath to try to calm my trembling hands, more excited than I probably should be to bring him his meal, and head into to living room.

Izaya has removed his thick, ostentatious fur coat and carefully draped it over the back of his spotless couch. His feet are propped up on his shining, black glass coffee table – black heels still cradling his pale feet. In one of his hands he props his head up, in the other he holds one of his phones – likely keeping up on some chatroom gossip. His nose is now a perch for his delicate, frameless reading glasses and it makes my hands start to tremble once more.

He looks up at my arrival and smiles devilishly. I have to swallow again before I can approach him.

"Looks good, Shizu-chan! I guess even beasts can learn something if given the right… Incentive." He puts his phone down on the spot next to him and beckons me closer with his fingertips, piercing eyes locked on my own from behind his glasses. I feel a familiar heat building in my crotch at the sight of my beautiful Izaya lounging, looking relaxed but commanding all the same, but I ignore it, unconcerned with my nudity as I hand him his dishes. He says my food looks good, but I know I've got no skill with presentation. Not that I think he'd lie to preserve my feelings. I've come to accept his taste in food, particularly his insistence on dishes that "contain the personality of the cook," is just another one of the many strange things about him.

He places the wine glass on a sharp, metal coaster that probably costs more than any dinner plate I've ever used, and takes a big bite of the meal.

"Mmm~" He coos with his mouth full. He takes his time chewing and makes a show of licking his lips before speaking again. "This tastes just like my monster made it! Haha! Though I'm not sure that's a good thing?" He ponders, and I can feel my nervous sweat start as he takes his time with another bite. "Ah, I guess love sees no faults…" He chuckles and continues to eat greedily, immediately easing my nerves. He knows I ate earlier so I wouldn't have to take my eyes off him for a second, so he doesn't ask. About four bites in he pauses again to lean forward and take a sip of the red wine, closing his eyes and probably forming a much more critical opinion on it than the meal, before looking up at me again with those deep, red wine eyes that intoxicate me.

"Ne, Shizu-chan, I was out walking all day today and my feet are tired~" He pouts. My body is already buzzing with excitement for where he's going with this. "Give me a foot massage."

I don't hesitate to drop to my knees and grab one of his lovely feet. I do, however, pause for a moment to mourn for the loss of those sexy heels. I don't mourn too long, as I know I'll be spending more time with them later, polishing them again before Izaya heads off in the morning. I carefully remove the shoes and place them off to the side to being my massage. The moment I start rubbing his feet he moans in relief, relaxing further into the couch at my hands.

It took me awhile to learn how to give proper massages with my strength, but it was worth it.

We both enjoy a long dinner, Izaya mesmerizing me as he eats, licks his lips, sips his wine, and moans for me. I'm burning with jealousy for his chopsticks, I wish I could be hand-feeding him the dinner I prepared – pushing the food past those soft, pink lips and into his hot mouth. Maybe even feel the brush of his teeth as he bites down and chews. But I can't complain too much. Instead I get to rub his feet, ankles, and calves. His feet are as soft and pretty as ever, and the dark navy toenail polish he carefully applied this morning looks stunning against his pale skin. I wish I could've done it for him, but I'm shit at it. I'll just have to keep practicing until I'm good enough to do that for him too.

In no time I'm fully hard, between the long massage that has him moaning and his greedy eating which has left pieces of rice stuck to his cheeks. Eventually my eyes glaze over while I watch him, mind wandering to the thought of him eating more gluttonously. I imagine having Izaya in my lap, feeding him cakes with my bare hands and leaving bits of frosting stuck to his cheeks instead of rice while massaging his thighs. I think about how sweet he'd taste after, and of how cute he'd be – boneless in my arms, moaning from my touch and from how full he'd be.

The sound of the chopsticks resting on his plate with finality snaps me out of my daydream just in time for me to swallow my inevitable drool before it could drip onto his perfect feet. Izaya hands me his empty dishes, complimenting me on my hard work again and requesting a refill on his wine, before dismissing me. I rush to bring him back a full glass, which he takes into his bath, hips swaying in invitation as he goes, before returning to the kitchen to do the dishes, painfully hard already. But, as usual, Izaya does not remark on my embarrassing state.

Once the dishes are done I hurry into the bathroom were Izaya is now lounging in a large, steaming bath. His head is tipped back with his eyes closed in relaxation, wine in hand. The air is wet and smells heavily of lavender and some other herb I can't remember the name of at the sight of Izaya's naked form, his long legs stretched out making a picture of bliss. I step inside and close the door behind me as softly as I can before dropping to my hands and knees again, tongue heavy in my mouth as I crawl towards him. Once I reach his side he smiles, but does not open his eyes.

"Took you long enough, protozoan." He teases, voice light and airy. "I needed something to put my glass down on." He holds the crystal out to me, expectantly, and I take it. After waiting on Izaya hand and foot and being occasionally used as a side table I've long since gotten over my nerves of holding something so expensive and fragile.

Izaya begins to wash himself languidly, thoroughly enjoying his soak. Izaya has always taken his personal hygiene very seriously and would never miss a morning or evening to get clean. Watching his slow, graceful movements in the bath is alluring, and makes my ears burn with jealousy again. Why is Izaya washing himself when I'm right here? A perfectly good pair of large, increasingly skillful hands that itch to pamper his hot, soft skin. I stare at him hungrily as he washes his hair and face, purring into his own touch, but I do not move an inch. Izaya said he wanted somewhere to put his glass, so that is my job. Occasionally as he soaks he reaches over for his drink and takes a sip, warm scented water drops landing in my lap as he reaches over me, and I revel in the brush of his wet fingertips.

By the time he's satisfied with his bath my knees are aching and my lower legs have fallen asleep. I hand him his bathrobe before taking the glass off to wash while he brushes his teeth.

"Shizu-chan," he calls my attention as I am drying the glass, still wearing the robe. It's unusual that he'll follow me before getting dressed for bed so my interest is piqued. "I have an extra job for you to do tonight." I put the dry glass away with great care, as it is from his favorite set, before following him back into the living room.

"I want you to clean my jacket for me, it's not often that fur has to be cleaned, but it's an important part of maintenance." He explains, "Almost as important as it's storage." I remember him giving me a long lecture about proper fur storage before he entrusted the care of his coat to me. He takes it very seriously.

Izaya hands me the heavy coat and leads me into our bedroom. He then tells me to take out the ironing board we keep for the occasions he wants me to iron his clothes while he supervises, instead of paying someone else to do it like he usually does. I had no idea that anyone could be so particular about how to press a casual black shirt, hell, I didn't think anyone ironed their casual clothes, but Izaya insists on being well-groomed at all times.

I set up the ironing board and I know no normal person would be as excited as me to clean their high-maintenance boyfriend's coat while he watches, but I've long since accepted that I'm not a normal person. I lay the coat down on the ironing board and spread it out flat. Izaya comes up behind me and places a small, black spray bottle into my left hand, and a small, needle-bristled brush into my right hand. He keeps his hands over mine as he begins explaining the process and I do my best to pay close attention despite my heart pounding in my ears.

"It's very simple, but requires patience and attention to detail. Heh, so I guess the odds aren't exactly in your favor, but I expect my coat to shine and be in top condition after this…" I can feel his body slide up my back as he raises up on his toes to whisper in my ear, "If you ruin my coat, you can't fuck me tonight…"

My breath hitches at the threat and I can't stop my head from whipping around to meet his devious eyes with my pleading ones.

"Hahaha! Don't give me that face, Shizu-chan, I said it was simple. It's not like I'm setting you up for a terrible failure when my precious fur coat is on the line." It's true that he loves his coat, but I'm still very uncertain. "Just do it exactly as I tell you to and then you can come to bed and fuck me until I pass out." I let slip a soft, low groan at the thought and my cock twitches. Izaya giggles in my ear and shifts his lower body so his crotch in pressed to one of my thighs, bathrobe doing absolutely nothing to conceal the heat or his own growing excitement. He grinds himself on my thigh a little as he purrs into my ear, and I have to put down the tools he gave me so I don't crush them. "I do want you to fuck me tonight, Shizu-chan. I want you to be my perfect sex toy, and to let me ride you until I can't move anymore. Then I want you to throw me down and fuck me into the mattress until your cum is dripping out of my ass." I can't contain a loud, frustrated moan at the mental image – painfully hard at this point. "Would you like that?"

My voice is gruff and desperate as I whisper back: "Yes."

"Good." He drops back down onto flat feet and presses a kiss into my spine before continuing. "All you need to do is spray the fur with the cleaning solution and brush through it, following the direction of the fur." I nod, it sounds simple enough. "Just pay close attention to make sure you get it nice and clean, and be gentle. Treat it like you would if you were brushing my hair." I can't contain a smile at the thought of brushing Izaya's hair and nod again.

"That's my boy~" he gives me a pat on the hip before stepping back. I can't help but watch him as he saunters over to the bed. Once he reaches it he slides the robe off his shoulders slowly before dropping it off his naked body completely, and my eyes nearly pop out of my head. A small whimper escapes my lips at the sight of his graceful, slender body moving through the dim light as he slips into bed to stretch out in silky sheets. He returns those dainty glasses to his face and picks up one of the books he keeps on his bedside table – something in Russian and probably written by a crazy man – his expression perfectly nonchalant until he "notices" my staring. As if he hadn't been aware the whole time. He gives me a sweet smile and waves his hands at me in a motion to get to work.

Izaya was right, the work is simple, but it is also very time consuming. I can't say that I mind it too much. Sure, I can hardly wait to jump into bed with him, but to do this right I have to take my time. Cleaning his coat and making sure the fur is as well-groomed as the man in it is relaxing, methodical work. It's easy for me to mentally project this fur as an extension of Izaya himself, since he wears it all the time. Brushing through his fur as though it was his silky, black hair and being able to immediately see the results of my efforts as I go feels therapeutic. The reward for this task sits heavy in my mind and physically so close I feel almost dizzy with excitement. A perfect end to a thus far perfect evening.

I'm mostly zoned out as I work, aware of only a few things: Izaya's soft fur under my fingers, his intoxicating scent, and my aching arousal.

Once I think I've done a good job I look up at Izaya, distantly noticing the clock on our wall says an hour has passed, but I'm not concerned by it. Izaya comes over to inspect my work and I can't help but feel anxious for his approval. As he approaches my most of my nerves have completely dissipated, not out of confidence, but because I am once again distracted by his beauty.

God, I need to fuck him senseless.

He takes the thoroughly spoiled coat into his hands, not sparing me a glance, and gives it an intense inspection. I watch mesmerized as those pretty fingers run over the fur with great care countless times as he maneuvers it to check every centimeter. Then, on the underside of the left sleeve, he pauses, and my breath stops.

"You missed a spot." He says in that low, condescending tone of his. He lays the coat back down so I can see the "missed spot" which is honestly barely noticeable. But of course he noticed, and my heart sinks at my insufficient job. He hands me the brush again but doesn't return to bed.

"This time I'll watch you tend to that more carefully. Clearly, you have a problem with focusing." He sighs in faux disappointment. I know he's enjoying this.

Personally, I think that having him pressed against my side as I rectify my oversight is even worse for my focus.

My heart is pounding as I carefully clean the designated area while trying to keep my breathing steady. It is far more difficult not to think about throwing him onto the bed while he's right there but I somehow manage. Cleaning this single spot feels like it's taking much longer than the rest of the jacket, but I know that's not possible. Eventually I hear Izaya's pleased hum in my ear and I side-step to let him inspect it again. He runs his fingers over the spot a few times before purring out: "Good boy" and pressing a kiss into my collar bone. Now finally, finally my chores are finished.

I can't stop my hands from shaking and by some miracle I manage to slip the coat into a cotton pillow case without ripping it and hang it up in the closet without bending the wire beyond recognition.

I turn back to Izaya and see that he's on the bed again, lying on his back in a nest of soft pillows, arms stretched over his head and legs parted slightly. He looks so relaxed. My Izaya, completely at ease and while appearing so vulnerable. I let out a relieved sigh before rushing to the bed and practically dive into his embrace.

He immediately weaves those lovely fingers through my hair, tugging ever so slightly, but it's enough to have me swooning as I'm trying my hardest to kiss him everywhere at once. My hands lock onto his thin thighs, no doubt leaving bruises in my desperation to hold him and he moans hotly in my ear in reply. I'm in the middle of ravishing his neck, slowly making my way down to his shoulders where he lets me bite him. I'm itching to renew the fading marks when he stops me with a hand on my chest and a simple command.

"Stop."

I whine in protest and tear myself away to follow his orders, gasping for breath. I love it when he's commanding, and it really turns me on when he denies me, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. I'm hovering just inches above him, careful not to touch him anywhere. He's panting beneath me and flushed already, proof of the way my violent desire affects him. He's the sexiest thing on the planet all the time, but when he's aroused he's absolutely irresistible.

"N-not so fast, you beast…" He says, voice noticeably uneven. I grumble unhappily in reply, my eyes trailing down his increasingly pink form to his already straining erection – silently arguing against his call. It twitches under my gaze and I almost lung for it.

He flushes harder and pouts up at me, looking adorable until he presses his heel into my crotch forcing me to recoil, then he's looking dead sexy all over again.

"You… No touching until I say so."

"Huh?" He presses his foot down harder, forcing my body to curl a bit more involuntarily and my hips to jerk.

"No. Touching. I know I said you could fuck me after you finished cleaning my coat, but that doesn't mean you can touch me all you like."

"Damn it flea, what's that supposed to mean?!" I growl back.

"For now, it means you keep your hands to yourself." He eases up the pressure on my balls and starts rubbing my erection with his foot, a little rough but it still has me moaning and makes me more docile again. "Hand me the lube." He says, running his own hands down his body just the way I want to. I hurry to do as he says, blinding reaching up into the bedside drawer because I'm unwilling to take my eyes off him.

He takes the large bottle from me and squeezes a generous amount onto his hand, letting it "accidentally" spill over a little and drip onto his abdomen. Beneath me his legs part and I have to shift a bit in order to give him the room he needs.

Izaya bites his bottom lip and slips the first finger in, unable the stop the excited twinkle in his eye. There's no way I can look at his eyes for long because soon he's fingering himself just inches beneath me, and I can't touch him.

I match every moan and gasp he makes despite being physically neglected. My cock is twitching towards him and I can't help but wonder if one of these days I'll cum just from watching him. But my needs are becoming more pressing, and just because he said I couldn't touch him doesn't mean I can't touch myself.

As I watch two of his fingers slipping in and out I wrap one of my hands around my own erection, groaning in relief at the slightest stimulation. Before I can start jerking myself off over him Izaya smacks my hand away with his free one.

"What the hell, flea?!" I bark at him. That wasn't in the rules.

Izaya's eyes focus on my cock and he licks his lips. "No touching, Shizu-chan."

"But I wasn't touching you!" I protest.

"True, but you were touching what's mine." I'm floored by his reply and can't hide the little dribble of precum that leaks out at his words.

"H-huh?" I'm losing my ability to form a coherent response.

"You, heard me. That big cock may be attached to your body, but it's mine. I won't have you touching my things without permission." I gulp and nod my head in dazed agreement, slowly pressing my wandering hand to the bed again. He smiles and purrs out a "Good boy," to show his approval before slipping in a third finger – arching his back and whining as he briefly basks in the stretch before starting to fuck himself again.

"Fuck! Izaya!" I blurt out, more aroused than I've been in a long time. "Izaya, please! Please let me touch you! Let me touch myself! Anything!" My arms that support me are trembling at this point, not from physical excretion, but from the strain of the amount of self-control I'm using.

Izaya denies me and appears to be thoroughly enjoying himself while he watches my frustration, his eyes never leaving my leaking cock as he thrusts into himself. Damn it Izaya, how the hell do you expect me to just watch you finger yourself while you stare at my dick and not do anything? That's impossible!

But it isn't impossible, because that's exactly what I do. I can't touch Izaya or his things without permission.

I've dripped a fair amount of precum onto Izaya and the bed by the time he's parting his three fingers inside of himself, whining desperately likeI'm the one torturing him. His dick jerks in warning to his fast-approaching orgasm, making me involuntarily growl at him like some feral creature. The sound snaps him out of whatever trance he's put himself in, making him gasp for a breath of air like he'd been drowning, and he quickly strangles his balls with his free hand to stop his orgasm. I swear I'm going mad with arousal, mind completely wiped of everything but my need for Izaya and his damn rules.

He seems very reluctant to pull his fingers out of his ass, but does so despite the distressed sob that catches in the back of his throat. I wait for his next words in a breathless moment. Is he done preparing himself? Does that mean I can -?

"Aahh… Please, Shizuo… I can't take it anymore…" Oh fuck. "Fuck me up already…" Izaya goes completely limp beneath me, barring his throat and submitting completely. He doesn't have a moment to catch his breath before I latch onto him, the pent-up, vicious, possessive monster that he loves to be subjected to finally being let loose.

My teeth latch onto his neck to mark him, as my instincts have apparently decided that takes priority. I can't help but really feel like an animal at my behavior, but I'm long over my insecurities about that by now. I throw his legs up around my waist before locking my arms around his waist, trapping his arms against his sides and his body flush against mine as I consume every rapturous moan that vibrates through his throat.

Despite his begging in my ear, I don't fuck him yet. I need to touch him first. My hands and mouth possessively mark every inch of skin they can reach while keeping him trapped against me, I hardly notice him struggling for more friction while I grind on him absent-mindedly.

"Ooohh shit! Ah, hurry up and fuck me already, you beast! I c-can't-! Aaahh… Please, I need you to fuck me right now!"

I'm not sure how long I've been a growling and snarling beast, and right now his words sound distant or muffled, like I can't really understand him anymore. But what he's saying right now doesn't really matter to me. All that matters are the sweet vibrations of his voice, and the sharp edge of hysteria that means he's begging for me. That he's all mine.

My hips start to move on their own, thrusting between his legs but without the attention required to actually enter him. I realize that I've starting speaking when my words, combined with the intense grinding, make Izaya start to tremble.

"Mine…" I growl in his ear, so low and rough that it's barely understandable. Izaya practically wails in response, thrashing as much as he can in my iron grip to free one of his arms so he can guide my cock into his twitching asshole – but I keep him pinned effortlessly. I press my nose into his soft, black hair to breath him in like the addict I am, purring and cooing reassuring noises to try and calm my distressed Izaya. He grows more frustrated for a moment before finally going boneless in my arms, whimpering softly.

I purr and kiss him a bit longer, dominating his lips and taking my time to taste him and his sweet moans. Slowly I loosen my grip on him, just enough to shift and line our hips up properly with the aid of one hand on his hips, the other still tightly wrapped around his body. The head of my cock catches on the rim of his asshole, making him gasp and let out another, much softer string of pleas. The hand that was on his hip moves to latch onto one of his thighs so I can hook it around my shoulder, amazed as always with my Izaya's flexibility.

I lean back just enough to watch Izaya's beautiful face contort as I thrust into him, taken in by his expressions just as much as I am by his tight heat – his face scrunching up for a moment at being stretched wide around my cock before smoothing back out with wide eyes in absolute bliss. He may take charge of the evening, but I know that there are few things my little masochist enjoys more than the initial stretch of my cock.

Almost reluctantly I unlatch the arm that was wrapped around his body so I can cradle the back of his head in my hand, unwilling to even let the pillows get the pleasure of supporting him, before thrusting into him with reckless abandon. I know Izaya's body inside and out and do not hesitate to abuse his prostate as much as possible, desperate for his orgasm more so than my own.

His leaking cock is pressed between our abdomens, giving him more than enough friction to eventually reach his peak. I can't resist scooping up all the precum I can off his tight skin and briefly running my fingers over his wet cock before licking my fingers clean. Every part of my Izaya is delicious.

"Ah, aha… The monster is going to eat me alive…" He teases between gulps of air.

I leer down at him with a wolfish grin and fuck him harder, intent on destroying his coherence.

"That's right, Izaya…" I snap my hips forward viciously to make his head spin before leaning back onto my haunches, dragging him up with me and into my lap – not easing up my punishing pace for a moment. He barely weighs a thing to me, and it's easy to force him to bounce on my cock and drive into him even deeper. "I'm going to devour you and you'll be begging for it. I'm going to fuck you until you can't move and then I'm going to eat so good you'll pass out, and keep eating you until I'm satisfied. You're mine…"

"Aahh you always… oh, fuck right there, mmm try to hoard me like a dragon…"

Another vicious thrust and Izaya can't respond intelligently anymore, which means I'm doing all the right things. He just nods too many times and tries to wheeze out more pleas, begging for more and jerking his hips as though he wants to ride me but doesn't have the strength. I have more than enough strength for the both of us so I give him what he wants, making him ride me through his orgasm. He becomes impossibly tight and the intensity of his experience is not lost to me. It's rare to see Izaya's eyes lose focus so completely as his mind goes undoubtedly blank. I have to quickly reach down to strangle my own balls this time, denying myself a fast approaching orgasm as his muscles spasm around me. I'm determined not to cum yet.

Before he has a chance to completely come down from his high and uncross his eyes I throw him back onto the bed face-down. I pull his hips up and hold him steady to thrust back inside and fuck him again, completely covering his slender form with my own and pressing my chest to his back with just as much closeness as before. Izaya moans rapturously at my savagery and takes the spikes of pleasure I force through his body. I tear into him like an animal overpowering its mate and he just squeals in delight, unable to physically encourage me when he can't even hold himself upright.

Unfortunately, I can't abuse his prostate much longer. I can't hold my orgasm back much longer, so I grab his dick, which, unsurprisingly, is still rock hard and soaking wet. I resist the urge to immediately pull my hand away and lick my fingers again, deciding it'd be better to pump him in time with my hips. Soon enough he's cumming again, screaming my name as I fuck him within an inch of his life. This time I don't hold back and fill his ass with my cum, purring in satisfaction while he moans softly from being filled so deeply and completely.

I don't pull out just yet. I take my time to catch my breath, occasionally rolling my hips against his ass lazily just to listen to his soft, feeble whines.

After a few minutes of relaxing in him I carefully pull out, not bothering to contain my smirk at his almost motionless form. He twitches weakly at the loss, barely conscious, but I keep my grip on his hips to keep them up. My cum drips out of his dilating ass and I can't help but rumble in satisfaction again and I swipe my tongue over the rim. I intend to keep my promise and eat him up like the monster I am, enjoying his soft moans while they last as he loses consciousness – cheek resting in a pool of his own drool.

He's as stunning as ever. I can't wait to make him breakfast tomorrow. I hope I wrecked him so much that he stays in and works from home so I can spoil him rotten all day.