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Excitement thrummed through Izaya like electricity when his eyes finally locked on to his target. The dyed blond hair along with his height really did help Shizuo stand out in a crowd of primarily dark hair. It was simultaneously a warning to stay away as much as it was a beacon for attracting trouble. In today’s case, it was the latter.
It was often Izaya who initiated.
Izaya who went out of his way to make plans.
Izaya who patiently watched from afar with a ravenous anticipation for his appetite to be satiated.
He was sure Shizuo got something out of it as well; a way for him to let loose for the most part and release pent-up stress, perhaps? Enough time passed between each encounter to leave them both sufficiently starved for the thrill of the game they created together over the years.
Izaya kept his distance, carefully crafted as to not alert Shizuo to his presence prematurely. But of course, the beast that Shizuo was, he always seemed to pick up on something. Izaya could see it in the way his body stiffened, suddenly on high alert. Throughout the day, Izaya observed the tension building. He could see the way Tom Tanaka began to react to the subtle shift in Shizuo’s demeanor, keeping the conversation light and raising his own guard as if he had a premonition of the moment Shizuo would finally snap.
Somehow, Shizuo could sense him. It didn’t matter how much distance he put between them, those animalistic instincts always knew when he was close by. It sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, knowing soon his hunger would finally be fulfilled.
It never took much effort. When it grew close to the end of Shizuo’s shift at work, Izaya moved in closer. The beast grew more and more agitated, head on a swivel as Izaya closed in like a predator stalking its prey. When Shizuo and Tom finally parted ways for the day, Izaya knew it was time. He took shortcuts to place himself into Shizuo’s path–to make it feel organic when Shizuo finally spotted him in the crowd.
Izaya grinned.
Shizuo bristled.
The chase began.
Izaya practically danced through the streets of Ikebukuro, every muscle and nerve alive like never before. He attempted to throw Shizuo off his trail a few times just to see what would happen, but Shizuo knew precisely the destination to which they were headed. Izaya could vary the route, but Shizuo already knew where to find the finish line.
Shizuo was close now, nearly close enough to touch. That’s when the urge for a taste overpowered any rational thought left in Izaya. He skidded into a nearby alley, devoid of any prying eyes. Shizuo followed, as expected. Blade already in hand, Izaya spun to face Shizuo head on. They both breathed heavily, adrenaline dictating their next moves.
Shizuo closed in and Izaya responded by raising his knife–not pointed forwards, but rather held out sideways, the broad part of the blade pressing against Shizuo’s neck as he forced Izaya to back up against a wall.
“I knew you were planning something, flea,” he said breathlessly, “Could practically smell you all day.”
“Just like a beast,” Izaya laughed, “how you manage to blend in with humans in any capacity continues to astound me when you're so obviously different from them.”
“Shut up,” Shizuo spat.
“Or what, Shizu-chan?” Izaya teased.
“I’ll make you,” he growled.
Izaya’s grin widened. Exactly the response he’d been hoping for. “Then do it, monster,” he dared.
Something in Shizuo’s eyes flashed and Izaya knew he’d finally awakened the demon he’d been prodding. He pressed his knife just a bit harder, the blade barely slicing into flesh enough to bleed. He knew his blade couldn’t do any serious damage to Shizuo’s monstrously thick skin, but that made it all the more entertaining. He could slice into flesh to produce the most beautiful shade of red dripping down his blade without spilling enough blood to ruin the fun. After all, what was the point in keeping such a sharp knife if he never got to use it to cut?
Shizuo barely noticed the sting of the cuts Izaya left, only ever reacting when he realized the blood had stained the pure white of his shirt.
“Run.”
That was all Izaya needed. In a flash, he dodged the fist coming at him, a piece of rubble then ricocheted off the ground and hit his arm from the point of impact against the wall where his head was moments ago. They were in the final stretch now. Izaya ran towards their destination–to that small apartment space he rented in Ikebukuro specifically for this purpose.
Shizuo was close behind, a wild, animalistic grin along with an intense hunger in his eyes so very similar to the one in Izaya’s own. Izaya got to the door first, but Shizuo didn’t give him any time to open it. In an instant Shizuo’s hand gripped the back of his neck and shoved, effectively pinning him hard against the door while his free hand rummaged through Izaya’s pockets.
Soon enough he found his prize: the apartment key. The pressure on Izaya’s neck remained while he unlocked the door and swung it open. With nothing left to brace against, Izaya stumbled forward, his hip catching hard on the doorknob as he fell inside. It hurt, and was sure to leave a nasty bruise. One of many that Izaya expected to find on his person after tonight.
The door slammed shut and locked, and that was that. Izaya’s fate for the night was sealed.
There was no escape.
There was no safe word.
And that’s exactly how he liked it.
The studio apartment was lightly furnished–a bed in one corner, a small nightstand on the side, and a small table and chairs by the kitchenette. The only other piece of furniture was a large mirror opposite the bed that allowed Izaya to steal glances of himself as Shizuo ruthlessly dominated him.
Izaya’s eyes shifted to Shizuo again, towering over him. The sight left Izaya practically salivating. While there was never really a plan to these “meetings”, they tended to follow certain routines. It rarely got old for either of them, but Izaya had been known to sneak new items into their meeting space ahead of time. Today, it was a leather paddle.
Shizuo’s eyes locked onto the new item left in plain sight. The gears turned only for a couple seconds before a wicked grin formed on his lips.
“Not being subtle this time, are you, flea?”
Izaya shrugged from his place on the floor. “I figured I’d start giving you options other than your fists. Might be fun.”
Shizuo stepped forward, shoving Izaya out of his way with his foot as he passed by. Even a small shove sent Izaya skidding across the floor and slamming into the wall. He coughed as the wind was momentarily knocked out of him, but recovered quickly enough to see Shizuo pick up and examine the leather paddle.
It was all black, a bit too plain for Izaya's tastes if he was being honest. But this was mostly just a way to test the waters. If they both liked it, he might look for one with heart shapes or something similar to see what kind of marks they would leave on his skin. But for now, it was as simple as black leather with a handle and a rectangular end where it would make contact with skin. Shizuo set it to the side, notably within reach of the bed.
“Get up,” Shizuo commanded, lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply.
Izaya obeyed, pulling himself off the ground with one hand pressed against where Shizuo had kicked him. Another soon to be bruise, he was sure.
“Strip,” he commanded next.
Once again, Izaya obeyed. It was part of this game. The second that door closed, Izaya gave up his autonomy. Shizuo was allowed to vent his rage and stress and Izaya was there to catch it all. Essentially a punching bag in the metaphorical and sometimes literal sense.
It was exhilarating. To allow any and all control of his body to fall into someone else’s hands… it was something only Shizuo could do for him. Every mark, every cut, every bruise… Izaya cherished each one in the following days.
In this room he is no longer the informant everyone despises.
In this room he is desired.
A pure, animalistic desire directed only at him. He was the only one who could take the pain Shizuo dished out and endure it–no… enjoy it. And he relished in that fact.
Izaya tossed his clothes towards the door, completely naked while Shizuo remained clothed. Once again, it was part of the game. The inherent vulnerability that came with being trapped, helpless and naked before a man who could easily end his life in an instant.
Shizuo stepped forward, putting them face to face. He spent a moment looking Izaya up and down, the scent of cigarettes overwhelming as he exhaled the smoke.
“Arm.”
It was all he needed to hear. Izaya lifted his arm toward Shizuo, knowing exactly what to expect. Small, dark spots littered his body, but there were several concentrated on his arm. Typically the first place Shizuo went for, but never the last. Permanent marks that had become something like a mark of ownership. It was the only real evidence left behind once any other cuts and bruises would heal. Those scars could easily be written off as a cut from a typical fight. But the small, round burns were more of a symbol of submission–intentional marks that Izaya allowed Shizuo to leave on his body. Each new scar became something Izaya could look to as physical evidence that he had been wanted. Even if it was for just one night every couple months.
The cigarette between Shizuo’s lips was nearly gone already, and Izaya calmly braced himself for what was to come. With one final inhale, Shizuo released the smoke-filled breath and brought the end of the cigarette down onto Izaya’s skin.
Izaya cringed slightly when the lit end pressed into flesh, but he was otherwise silent. It was a familiar feeling at this point, though it still hurt. And yet it was exactly that pain that made his stomach flutter and the blood suddenly rush south.
“Tch. Getting hard from me burning you? You’re pretty fucked up. Disgusting flea.”
A whimper escaped his lips in response. As much as he liked the pain, the insults hurled his way were what sent him over the edge, adding fuel to the flames of desire as well. He didn’t care to think about why all of this turned him on so much. In the end it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they both got what they needed out of this in some type of fucked up symbiotic relationship.
“On your knees, Izaya.”
There was zero hesitation. Zero resistance. Izaya practically fell to his knees, eyes fixed on Shizuo’s as he waited for the next command.
“Fuck, it’s been a while this time,” Shizuo mumbled as he unbuckled his pants. His cock was still flaccid, but the look in his eyes told Izaya that wouldn’t last long. “Suck.”
Izaya got to work immediately, lips wrapping around that cock and feeling it start to grow harder.
“This is the only good use for that mouth of yours,” Shizuo spat, “I think I’ll use the gag on you tonight. Don’t wanna hear your stupid voice this time. How does that sound?”
Izaya only moaned in response, Shizuo’s cock already hard enough to reach the back of his throat. Not being able to talk meant he didn’t have to think either. For Izaya, that alone was something of a turn on as well. The chance to just turn his brain off and let himself be used. After the stressful week he’d just had, that sounded perfect.
Shizuo’s hands gripped either side of Izaya’s head, taking control of his movement. Izaya moved with Shizuo, letting him use his body with no resistance as he saw fit. He relaxed his jaw and throat, doing his best to angle himself so that he could take all of Shizuo into his throat with minimal damage. He allowed Shizuo to throatfuck him, breathing through his nose between thrusts. After a few more thrusts, Shizuo grunted and pressed himself hard into Izaya’s throat. Izaya held still, patiently waiting for Shizuo’s permission to move. Shizuo was deep enough that he couldn’t breathe, but when Shizuo pinched his nose closed for good measure Izaya felt his own cock jump.
They stared into each other's eyes, Izaya perfectly still and holding his breath while Shizuo practically dared him to move to take a breath without permission. But Izaya held on. Even as tears began to form in his eyes and his chest began to ache. Reflexively, Izaya’s hands reached up and took hold of Shizuo’s wrists.
He could die like this–suffocated while sucking Shizuo’s cock. The thought made his heart skip a beat. His body began to react shortly after. He could only control his body’s natural instinct for so long. A cough attempted to escape his lungs–his body’s attempt to dislodge the blockage. He tried to hold back through the tears running down his cheeks, but he was growing lightheaded. His lungs spasmed again and Shizuo finally pulled out and let go.
Izaya coughed and gasped as he choked despite the cock being removed. His chest heaved as he pulled in as much air as he could, knowing his freedom wasn’t going to be long lived. Before he could truly catch his breath, Shizuo’s cock was shoved down his throat again and Izaya obediently took it. The process repeated three more times, Izaya nearly losing consciousness twice. Despite it all, he was hard. Harder than he’d been in months. Nobody could get him this riled up except for Shizuo. It had to be him.
“Bed,” Shizuo said, nudging his head towards the empty bed.
There were sheets–freshly washed and prepared ahead of time by Izaya, but the only blankets were folded up and kept away in the closet. They often didn’t need them, but Izaya still kept them here for the rare occasions that he used this space for something other than its intended purpose. The place was decently sound-proof as well, but Izaya had added some additional sound dampening materials to be safe. All that to say they could be as loud as they wanted and not have to worry about being interrupted.
Before Izaya could climb onto the bed himself, he was shoved forward into it. He caught himself so he didn’t land face first; however, Shizuo immediately followed up the shove with a hand on the back of his neck, forcing him the rest of the way down. The pliable surface of the bed made it so Shizuo could press him down with more force than he could on the floor and still not break any bones, for which Izaya was thankful. While that was always a risk in these situations, he would prefer not to have to go to a hospital when they were finally finished. Somehow, Shizuo always showed just enough restraint. Was it proof that he maybe wasn’t as uncontrollable as he thought himself to be? Maybe that’s what kept him coming back over and over again.
Unable to move, Izaya imagined the sensation of shaking his head to clear the thoughts away. None of that was important right now. He just had to shut his brain off now.
And it was so much easier to do so when he saw Shizuo reach for the leather paddle. He’d tested it on himself a little bit first, though he hadn’t been able to hit quite hard enough to be satisfying. He knew Shizuo could do that for him though. And hopefully the leather would have enough flexibility so that Shizuo wouldn’t break it.
SMACK!
Izaya gasped hard, nearly choking when the paddle met the skin of his upper glutes. His own cock jumped at the sensation, and suddenly any remaining thoughts that might have removed him from the moment had vanished into thin air. His entire focus was now on the sharp bite of leather hitting flesh. It became his entire world.
Each smack was punctuated by a shout muffled by the mattress. It was exactly what Izaya had been hoping for. Painful enough to force him to scream, but not enough to break bone. There was still the possibility of other permanent damage, but nothing Izaya cared enough to consider at the moment. The release he got from allowing himself to voice the pain outweighed any potential lasting damage for him.
After testing a few areas like his upper arms, shoulders, and calves, Shizuo returned to the spot that got the biggest reaction. The paddle came down again, this time perfectly on the seat of his ass. The vibration of the hit rippled into his groin and nearly made Izaya cum right then. Shizuo must have noticed the change in his cry because he hit that same spot three more times.
Izaya was disappointed when he saw Shizuo set the paddle down. Was he bored of it? If so, that was a major let down considering how thoroughly Izaya was enjoying himself. But as Shizuo began to rummage through the fully stocked nightstand and finally pulled out a ball gag, Izaya realized it was just beginning.
Obediently, Izaya let Shizuo gag him, the taste of the rubber ball and the associated memories making his cock twitch. But there was more that followed. Izaya watched as Shizuo added a generous amount of lube to the end of a mid-sized plug. The tip pushed against him with enough force to press inside, his hole stretching open to accommodate the object. Izaya moaned into the gag at the feeling of the plug settling into place while his muscles reflexively squeezed down on it.
It was then that Izaya’s eyes met his own in the mirror on the opposite wall just in time for Shizuo to take his place kneeling on the bed once more. He resumed his position of pinning Izaya down by the back of his neck with his left hand, the paddle held in his right.
When the paddle struck that sweet spot again, Izaya could feel it reverberate in his groin once more. Except this time, Izaya also felt the way it made his muscles contract around the plug inside him. He watched in the mirror each time Shizuo reeled back and brought the paddle back down. He could see the way his own face grew more flushed. The red marks from the paddle just beginning to show against his pale skin where he could see. The combination of the view and sensation made Izaya’s eyes roll back with the next strike as he cried out into the gag.
A few more solidly connecting smacks left Izaya shaking, Shizuo’s hand still pressing him into the bed by the back of his neck. Adrenaline pumped though his system and left him on edge in anticipation of feeling that perfect, stinging pain. He could also feel his arousal beginning to grow with each subsequent hit, getting closer and closer to a blissful release.
Izaya reached down to touch himself, so close to the edge he could barely stand it. But the instant his hand brushed against his own erection, Shizuo removed his hand from Izaya’s neck to grab his wrist.
“No.”
Izaya swallowed hard and fought the urge to shudder at the deep growl of Shizuo’s threatening tone. While he easily could disobey Shizuo’s orders, that wasn’t part of the game. The unspoken rule was that Izaya was to follow any and all orders. Not necessarily for threat of punishment, but rather because obeying the orders themselves was the thrill Izaya was seeking–the loss of control over himself and his own pleasure. And so he returned his hand to where it had been before, gripping the sheets tightly.
Several more hits directly on that spot that left him seeing stars and Shizuo finally seemed satisfied. Maybe he didn’t want him to cum just yet. Or maybe he’d noticed the way Izaya’s body shook, or even the tears forming in the corners of his eyes–Izaya didn’t know. But somehow, Shizuo always seemed to know exactly when it was enough. He pushed Izaya far, but never far enough past his limits enough to traumatize him or make him hesitate to do this all over again. Though it was times like this specifically when Izaya often became curious to find out how much abuse he truly could take.
“Fuck, you look pathetic,” Shizuo said with disgust as he stepped back to take in the sight of Izaya, “You’re so fucking hard from that, huh? Want me to fuck you?”
Izaya nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly as a whimper escaped through the gag.
“I’ll give you what you want eventually,” Shizuo said playfully, rummaging through the nightstand again. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and grinned. “I think I’ll use these to keep you from touching yourself.
Obediently, Izaya allowed Shizuo to cuff his wrists to one of the bars on the headboard–yet another intentional piece of furniture hand chosen by Izaya for exactly this purpose. And as the second cuff clicked into place, Izaya once again thanked his past self for thinking ahead and making this possible.
Izaya balanced on his knees and elbows, his mind racing with the possibilities of what Shizuo might do with him in such a compromised position. He was helpless now. He’d tried breaking free once just to see if he could and found it impossible for him. And without the key to the cuffs within reach, he truly was trapped here. His abdomen tightened and his stomach fluttered pleasurably at the thought. He was at Shizuo’s mercy.
The sound of a lighter followed by a deep inhale from Shizuo was the only sound in the room. Izaya turned his head to watch as Shizuo sat on the edge of the bed while he smoked, the scent of cigarettes filling the small space.
“Gonna take my time today,” Shizuo said after another exhale, “Hope you didn’t have plans after this.”
Never, Izaya thought.
His schedule was clear for the next few days in preparation for tonight to be used as recovery time. He truly had all night if that’s what Shizuo wanted.
And so Izaya waited patiently while Shizuo finished his cigarette, anticipation building to find out where the next small round mark was going to be left on his body tonight. Shizuo was always kind enough to avoid anywhere that Izaya couldn’t hide, though there were a couple along his collar bone that pushed the boundary. Not that Izaya would try to fight back if Shizuo were to decide to mark his hands, neck, or even his face, but he appreciated the fact that the marks were only visible to himself. It made them feel much more intimate–a secret between the two of them that only they knew about. Even with them all covered, they both knew they were there.
With his cigarette finished, Shizuo exhaled and leaned back. As casually as he might put a cigarette out in an ashtray, Shizuo pressed the burning end into the flesh of Izaya’s upper glute muscle. Reflexively, Izaya bit down slightly on the gag in his mouth, exhaling the pain through his nose. He knew from experience that the location meant he’d be reminded of this moment every time he sat down for the next week or so while the burn healed. That was one of his favorite parts of all of this: the reminder that it all really happened and wasn’t just a dream. Shizuo was using his body for pleasure and he had lasting proof. It was a thought that frequently helped him finish when he masturbated.
“Alright, I think you’ve had a long enough break,” Shizuo said as he climbed onto the bed behind Izaya. With one finger he pressed on the end of the plug still inside of Izaya, wiggling it around in a way that made him squirm.
He moaned into the gag as the plug pressed on his prostate. The sensation of the plug being pulled made Izaya clench hard around it, as if his body wanted to keep it inside. But there was something else he knew he wanted more, so he forced his muscles to relax.
Shizuo had other plans though. When the plug was half way out, he stopped and held it still for a moment before slowly pushing it back inside. Izaya pressed his face into the mattress, a low groan coming from his chest. Torturously, Shizuo continued to slowly pull and push on the plug, teasing Izaya who wanted nothing more than to feel something much larger and thicker press inside.
Fingers teased the area, dancing over the ring of muscle wrapped around the toy. He was growing more and more sensitive the longer Shizuo played with him. Shizuo then pressed hard into his perineum at the same time as he pressed the toy which resulted in an intense sensation as his prostate was stimulated from two directions at once.
Izaya screamed into the gag, legs shaking as he rapidly approached climax–but then Shizuo stopped. In the second before his blissful release, Shizuo removed the pressure and waited. Izaya thrashed, precum dribbling from the tip of his cock in anticipation for the orgasm that didn’t come. It should have been concerning to Izaya to consider how on earth Shizuo was getting so good at that. But Izaya was already so lost in the pleasure of it all that it didn’t matter to him. No, the only thing going through his mind now was an endless stream of words the gag prevented him from speaking.
I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum–!
Instead, Izaya could only whimper, his hips kicking slightly back and forth in a desperate attempt to have his cock touched.
But that was rare. There was no guarantee that Shizuo would touch him or even allow Izaya to touch himself at any point.
–or at least… that’s what he’d thought.
“Don’t cum.”
Izaya barely had time to process the words. He nearly jolted out of his skin when Shizuo’s fingers trailed from his perineum, over his testicles, and down his cock. It took everything in him to hold back knowing Shizuo didn’t want him to cum yet. But if Shizuo planned to touch him now? While he was so close to the edge already? He sure was going to make this difficult.
His frustration came in the form of another scream into the mattress. He was drooling around the gag now, but he didn’t care. It was slowly dawning on Izaya that if this continued, this would be the most Shizuo has ever focused on Izaya’s pleasure in one night. Why the sudden change?
There was no ability to linger on the thought when Shizuo’s hand wrapped around his cock and stroked a few times. Izaya’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned at the contact, his hips attempting to move in time with the strokes. But Shizuo was keeping them irregular–just enough to keep Izaya near the edge, but not consistent enough to make him cum.
Is he really trying to edge me? Izaya thought.
If he was, it was working.
Izaya decided to play along in that case. He couldn’t speak, but he could signal with his body when he was getting close to cumming. He twisted, moaned, thrusted, and writhed each time he could feel himself getting close, and each time Shizuo stopped just in time. While it was endlessly frustrating for Izaya, he also loved the heightened level of pleasure that came with tease and denial. It didn’t take long for Izaya to completely lose himself in that pleasure.
The sensitivity finally reached new heights and Izaya was signaling Shizuo after even the tiniest of strokes. He was so built up that anything could send him over the edge and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. He could feel his body trembling with pleasure when Shizuo finally pulled back.
“Damn, Izaya,” he whispered, astonished, “Never seen you quite like this before.”
Izaya glanced at the mirror again, wanting to confirm with his own eyes what he looked like right now. Ass in the air, arms restrained, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, face pressed against the mattress, drooling around the gag in his mouth… He was a complete mess. Further than he’d ever gone before. There was not a single thought in his head that didn’t have to do with the anticipation of being fucked by Shizuo’s cock.
Shizuo lit another cigarette, once again sitting on the edge of the bed to enjoy it. “I’ll only fuck you once you have calmed down enough that you won’t cum right away, got it?”
Izaya vigorously nodded. Anything to get that cock inside him as soon as possible.
“Shit, you’re really into this today, huh? Fucking slut.”
Izaya tried to focus on his breathing. It was the only thing his mind could think to do to bring himself back down to earth just enough to back away from the edge of orgasm. Steadily he found his grip on reality again. Shizuo was about halfway finished with his cigarette when Izaya slumped slightly. He was still incredibly hard, but he had a bit more of a grip on himself now.
“You think you’re ready?” Shizuo asked, blowing smoke in Izaya’s face.
Izaya hummed in affirmation through the gag and Shizuo seemed to accept that. When he moved, Izaya could see that he was hard as well. It seemed that he was just as eager to continue as Izaya was.
Fingers clawed at the sheets when Izaya felt Shizuo line himself up and begin to press inside. He was much thicker than the plug, and Izaya always underestimated his length until he felt it again. The initial feeling of being forced open was always so much more intense than he remembered. They rarely did much to prepare, but Izaya preferred it that way. However, this time the plug had at least prepared him a little bit. It still hurt, but now Izaya could focus more on the sensation of being filled rather than all of his focus going towards keeping his muscles relaxed to prevent damage.
Izaya groaned, his eyes pressed shut as he pushed back against Shizuo’s cock. It was sliding in so easily this time, Izaya was surprised when his ass met Shizuo’s hips sooner than expected. He could hear Shizuo let out a half moan, half sigh as he pulled Izaya’s hips close to press deeper.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” Shizuo breathed.
Izaya felt something hot land on his backside, his muscles tightening in response. A quick glance confirmed it was some ash from Shizuo’s cigarette still perched between his lips. Shizuo doubled over slightly in response to the tightness. Apparently he was feeling sensitive already as well.
Shizuo grabbed hold of Izaya’s hips, fingertips digging into his flesh hard enough to bruise as he pulled out and slammed back into Izaya with a mind-numbing amount of force. There would surely be plenty of bruises there for Izaya to admire in the morning, but Izaya could barely hold on to the excitement of that thought long enough before those hips slammed into him once again. Each thrust forced the air from Izaya’s lungs in the form of a lewd and unrestrained moan–a sound that only seemed to encourage Shizuo further.
With every thrust, Izaya could feel Shizuo’s cock pressing firm against his prostate, the stimulation sending a pleasurable sensation straight to his cock. Unable to reach down and touch himself, Izaya was beginning to go mad with the need to cum. Just the smallest amount of friction was all he needed to push him over the edge. But Shizuo refused to give him that. He held his hip aloft, preventing him from being able to rub himself against the sheets while the handcuffs kept his hands firmly restrained above his head. He was entirely at Shizuo’s mercy.
Just as Izaya felt like he might pass out, Shizuo suddenly slowed to a stop. The whine he tried to release to show his disappointment turned into a strangled cry when Shizuo brought down his cigarette and pressed the end directly between his shoulder blades. The pain made his muscles reflexively tighten hard around Shizuo’s cock, making it possible for Izaya to feel every inch of that cock buried inside him. Shizuo gave a few extremely shallow thrusts–just enough that Izaya could feel the movement inside him without being overstimulating.
“Shit, that feels good,” Shizuo groaned, doubling over again and discarding his cigarette off the bed, “Do that again,” he growled before sinking his teeth into Izaya’s shoulder.
Izaya screamed as Shizuo’s teeth broke skin. Not too deep, but still enough to bleed. It didn’t matter though, it still hurt more than the cigarette. Izaya’s body responded exactly as Shizuo asked, bearing down on his cock once again in a reaction he had no control over. Shizuo thrusted harder into it this time, growling into the bite on his shoulder like some kind of wild animal tearing its prey apart. Izaya’s entire body shook, his cock dribbling precum as he rapidly approached orgasm even after Shizuo released him from the bite.
“Cum on my cock, Izaya,” Shizuo growled.
For the first time in his life, Izaya came without his cock being touched.
He could feel the way it pulsed, cum shooting down onto the sheets below while his muscles rhythmically clenched hard around Shizuo’s cock.
Shizuo grabbed a fist full of Izaya’s hair as he continued thrusting firmly into him, his movement growing more erratic as he also approached orgasm. The pressure on his prostate and slightly ruined orgasm left his own cock still hard, somehow seemingly ready to cum all over again just a few seconds later.
“Gonna cum,” Shizuo said breathlessly. But Izaya already knew that. Not only could he feel it in the increase in pace, but he was sensitive enough that he could also feel the way Shizuo’s cock swelled even harder inside him.
Moments later, he felt Shizuo tip over the edge. Inside him that cock pulsed, each pulse making his insides feel more slick as Shizuo coated his insides with his cum. Just the thought of being filled with that cum brought Izaya close again. When Shizuo’s free hand moved from his hips to reach between Izaya’s legs, he could have sworn he saw stars.
His neglected cock was so overly sensitive that all it took was a few tugs. In another first, Izaya came a second time that night. He didn’t know it was even possible to cum so soon after his first. He was so incredibly sensitive, every nerve felt alive as Shizuo milked every last drop out of him.
He couldn’t be sure, but Izaya felt like he blacked out for a few seconds. Before he could collect himself, Shizuo was pulling out leaving him feeling so incredibly empty. The next thing Izaya knew, the plug from earlier was being pressed back inside. Izaya let out a small groan, too weak to resist. Exhaustion took over, and Izaya lost consciousness.
…~-~…
When he awoke again the room was dark and silent. It seemed Shizuo had already left and turned the lights off on his way out. Izaya shifted his hips to find the plug still firmly in place. He began to reach down to remove it when his wrist caught.
He was still cuffed to the bed.
Heart rate jumping, Izaya was immediately alert again. There was just enough light in the room to see his phone had been left within reach on the nightstand. That was courteous of him at least, but who was he supposed to try to call in this situation?
Izaya shook his head to get his bangs out of his face when he noticed something felt strange about them. He pulled himself up so he could feel his hair and found a single hair pin stuck in his hair.
Why would Shizuo carry a hair pin…?
… Did that bastard plan this ahead of time?!
Disbelief turned into a grin. The grin then became laughter in the silence of the small apartment. He always underestimated Shizuo, but this was something else entirely. At least he gave him two options to escape. He wondered if next time he wouldn’t be so lucky. Carefully, Izaya used the pin to pick the lock. Thankfully the cuffs were a simple mechanism that didn’t take much effort to pop them open.
Once free, Izaya removed the plug, sat up, and turned on the light to survey the damage.
A mixture of blood and semen were smeared over the sheets, but other than that the place was intact. His body was too, for the most part. He was sore all over and his lip was bleeding along with the bite on his shoulder, but beyond that there were no major injuries.
Izaya limped over to the bathroom, his entire body throbbing in pain from the abuse he’d endured. From the looks of it, Shizuo had already been in here to clean up. Izaya examined himself in the mirror, taking note of all of the bruises that littered his body. He traced his fingers over each one softly, smiling to himself knowing they would remain for at least a few days for him to admire–dark purples and reds standing out beautifully against pale skin.
While there was no true aftercare to their sessions, Izaya had something of a self-care ritual he would perform once he was alone. Each time he would clean himself thoroughly, and then he would run a bath. The hot water helped to soothe his sore muscles enough so that he didn’t have to limp the entire way home. He would spend about an hour soaking in the tub before addressing any wounds. Today it was primarily the bite on his shoulder.
That beast… Bites were a bit tricky and could become infected much easier. He might have to convince Shinra to give him some antibiotics…
…and maybe even a rabies vaccination.
It was 4am when Izaya finally finished patching himself up and cleaning up the apartment. He threw away the sheets and made a mental note to get new ones before their next rendezvous. With that, Izaya pulled himself back together and exited the apartment for home. There he would then spend the next few days relaxing and recovering in his own version of a mini vacation before diving right back into work. The emotional release from their sessions would stick with Izaya for some time. For the first time in weeks he could relax and fit in some time to himself to catch up on reading or whatever other hobby he found interesting that week. This ritual was what kept him sane when he finally threw himself fully back into the dark underside of Tokyo.
And then in a few weeks the cycle would repeat.
Izaya closed and locked the door behind him, all evidence of their night together erased.
“Until next time, Shizu-chan.”