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Izaya’s back hit the wall hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs.
He couldn’t say this was a new occurrence. Throughout the years, Izaya had found himself shoved back into walls with some regularity, and - especially when Shizuo got involved - frequently with enough force to take his breath away. No, this was far from the first time Izaya had found himself roughly shoved up against a wall in some dark alley.
Slightly newer was what immediately followed the shoving.
Before he could even think to gasp for air, Shizuo’s body pressed up against his, his hands pinning Izaya’s wrists to the brick, his knee wedging itself between his thighs--and most notably, his mouth smashed up against Izaya’s with nearly enough force to bruise.
Izaya was kissing back before he even managed to inhale, and as soon as he did, the breath escaped right back out of him with a needy keen, enough of an encouragement for Shizuo’s thigh to press forward and rub pointedly against his groin.
That was all it took for Izaya to feel his heart racing, for his arousal to twitch to life, for the thoughts in his head to involuntarily go hazy and relaxed and shockingly submissive. Shizuo kissed him and pressed against him and that was apparently all Izaya needed for every control-obsessed bone in his body to willingly throw itself on the pyre in favor of letting Shizuo have his way with him.
A tiny part of Izaya hated that it was so easy for Shizuo to do this to him; he would probably hate it more if he didn’t actually love it so fucking much.
Shizuo wasted no time at all--less than a minute later, his tongue was flicking at Izaya’s lips to look for entrance, his own hips were grinding into Izaya in an obvious effort to seek friction. Izaya gave in, parted his lips only for Shizuo’s tongue to immediately dart inside and start marking territory, leaving Izaya to moan mindlessly around it as his own tongue slid against the intruding appendage. His wrist was soon freed so that the hand could tug Izaya’s shirt out from his pants and make its way beneath, the firm hand eagerly exploring his chest and settling on a nipple, pinching at it and sending an overeager pulse of arousal down to Izaya’s cock.
These encounters with Shizuo, which had been happening a couple times a month for nearly half a year now, were frequently a whirlwind, so Shizuo’s quickened pace wasn’t entirely unexpected--but as his hips rolled more firmly into Izaya and Izaya felt the very obvious shape of Shizuo’s hard cock rubbing against him, Izaya couldn’t help but think that Shizuo was moving even faster than was usual for them.
When Shizuo’s mouth pulled away to start roughly biting and sucking his way down Izaya’s neck, Izaya fought his way between the eager sounds pouring from his mouth to ask teasingly, “Is Shizu-chan feeling extra excited tonight?”
“Shut it,” Shizuo replied with a sharp nip to his throat that sent a wave of goosebumps across Izaya’s flesh. The words were immediate, but they held no venom--and when Izaya managed a glance at Shizuo’s face, there was an unusual bit of color on his cheeks. “I don’t know, I just couldn’t get you out of my fucking head today.”
Shizuo’s head immediately ducked back to continue mouthing roughly at his neck--for which Izaya felt some gratitude, as it meant Shizuo missed the touch of pink that splashed across his own face at the feeling of... something he couldn’t quite put a finger on to know that Shizuo had been thinking about him all day, that he was so desperate for him...
Though in addition to the strange, fluttery flattery, he also felt a touch of familiar mischief rising inside of him, a feeling he was inclined to encourage given his fleeting flash of resentment towards feeling submissive, as the mischief pushed back at that feeling.
A grin curled on his lips. He was quickly on his way to wanting this as much as Shizuo clearly did, and he didn’t know if he was going to end up regretting giving in to the intrusive idea (it wouldn’t be the first time regretting it), but he also wasn’t entirely sure he knew how to fully ignore such thoughts once once they came to him.
“Is that so?” he asked a little breathlessly. His free hand made its way towards Shizuo’s belt, and as he began to tug it open, Shizuo released his other hand to help facilitate the process.
“I have an idea, Shizu-chan,” he said as he flicked open the belt, tugged teasingly at the waistband of Shizuo’s pants before his fingers moved to the button, making Shizuo release a low, encouraging noise, “a little game we can play.”
“What’s that?” Shizuo asked, his voice heated, though not entirely non-suspicious.
Izaya slowly slid down the zipper of Shizuo’s pants, before slipping his hand inside to cup the firm shaft of Shizuo’s cock--Shizuo groaned, his hips bucking eagerly towards Izaya’s hand as the sense of merriment deepened in Izaya’s chest. He leaned in close to Shizuo’s ear and spoke in a tempting purr, “I had work to do tonight... but I’ll go ahead and clear my whole schedule for you, all tonight, tomorrow, whatever you want.”
It wasn’t a lie; Izaya did have work scheduled for tonight and hadn’t planned for Shizuo’s sudden desire for a tryst... though, because he was his own boss, it was rare that Izaya had work he couldn’t reschedule, so it wasn’t as if it was some huge burden on him to do so.
“Yeah?” Shizuo responded breathlessly. As Izaya’s hand continued to stroke him through the cotton, he was only panting more heavily, gasping between rough bites up and down Izaya’s neck.
“Mhmm,” Izaya agreed, giving the head of Shizuo’s cock a light squeeze and eliciting another moan from him as he continued, “We can fuck all night long, as rough as you want, however many times you want, however you want to do it. You can completely have your way with me, Shizu-chan.”
Though the words were designed to get Shizuo going (and seemed to be working well enough based on the increasingly more fervent way Shizuo was pressing into his hand and sucking on his neck), they had the unintended side effect of sparking his own arousal as well. Just the idea of submitting himself to Shizuo’s will, being entirely at the mercy of Shizuo’s often supernatural degree of stamina and endurance, was enough to leave him feeling heated and a little light-headed.
Their fooling around over the last six months had hardly been what any sane person would consider restrained... but Izaya had instituted some boundaries (that Shizuo had been surprisingly respectful of) so as to minimize the impact to his work; the two most important being that Shizuo avoid leaving marks where people might see and question them (hickeys, mostly, as other marks were easier to hide or explain away), and the other being that they restrict themselves to at most two or three rounds of fucking at a time--or less, if Shizuo was in the mood to be rough. Izaya had learned that lesson the one night that he’d let Shizuo fuck himself to exhaustion, and Izaya had spent a majority of the next day hobbling around and regretting the fact that he was expected to walk or sit or exist anywhere outside of his very comfortable bed.
To say that Izaya didn’t enjoy every minute of letting Shizuo fuck him absolutely senseless would have been a lie too bold for even Izaya to tell, but he had to be somewhat reasonable. The last thing he needed was for a thorough fucking to land him in the hospital because it’d rendered him unable to run away quickly enough from a dangerous situation.
So although his words were intended as a tempting prize for Shizuo, so long as Izaya was willing to sacrifice his evening and the next work day (and he was), the situation was one that he would consider win-win.
“How do you like that, Shizu-chan?” he breathed heatedly against his ear before punctuating the question with a sharp nip to the earlobe. “I’ll let you have whatever you want tonight. Does that sound good?”
“Yeah, sure,” Shizuo replied. His tone was still eager enough, but also increasingly more suspicious now--which Izaya might have been offended by if it wasn’t just an indication of how well Shizuo knew him. “What’s the catch?”
Izaya couldn’t help the wickedly delighted grin that stretched across his face before he quipped, “Me.”
Before Shizuo had more than half a second to process the answer, he twisted himself out from between Shizuo and the wall, putting himself just outside of Shizuo’s swiping range as a confused look began to form on Shizuo’s face.
“If you want to fuck me, you have to catch me first,” he told him impishly.
Izaya hesitated only for a second, just long enough to watch realization dawn on Shizuo’s face, just long enough for Shizuo to take a stumbling step forward and to start to lose his open pants, before he took off. He barely managed to suppress his laughter as he sprinted down the alley, throwing a quick glance back to see that Shizuo had hastily buttoned his pants again and was following, before launching himself at the wall, grabbing onto a windowsill and springing up towards the rooftops.
His ascent was accompanied by the all-too-familiar holler of, “IIIIIZAAAAAYAAAAAAAA!”
Izaya usually got a thrill out of Shizuo chasing him. Over the years, he had often treated Shizuo’s stubborn pursuit of him as a nuisance - and it was, sometimes - but more often than not, he got a sick sort of satisfaction out of it. He liked having Shizuo’s attention after all, and for the better part of a decade, the only way he could get Shizuo to pay attention to him was through compelling him into violence or pursuit. He’d found a different (and far superior way) of capturing Shizuo’s attention now, but there was something about Shizuo descending into that tunnel vision intensity of hunting him down like prey that just couldn’t be fully replaced by sex.
As Izaya launched himself across rooftops, ears carefully following the sound of Shizuo’s movements behind him to keep track of how far behind he was trailing, he noted that this chase was similar to their old routine in an easy, familiar sort of way... but with some new sharper edge that was making his heart pound in a way their previous chases never had.
Izaya couldn’t put his finger on why. He actually wanted Shizuo to catch him this time (not right away, but eventually, of course), which wasn’t something he could say for any of their previous chases, as those would have been likely to end with his head smashed into the asphalt. One would think that that would take away any of the tension and pressure of being pursued, but for some reason, Izaya found this more exhilarating.
It probably didn’t hurt that he hadn’t exactly been cool-headed when the chase began, his heart and breathing quite worked up with his arousal (which hadn’t subsided at all), but he wasn’t sure if that could fully explain it.
He dropped from a four-story building down onto the roof of a three-story one, racing across it to the edge and sliding down a ladder before dropping down the last few feet to the hard concrete of the alley. He paused briefly when he heard Shizuo yelling his name again, glancing back up to the taller rooftop--only to watch Shizuo launch himself directly from the taller roof to the alley below.
Izaya let out an undignified yelp, genuinely surprised and leaping back from Shizuo’s far too close landing spot as he hit the ground in a sloppy roll. For a second, as Shizuo pushed himself to his feet, Izaya was too stunned by the absolutely wild stunt to move. His freeze response was only broken as Shizuo’s gaze snapped to him with hungry smirk, his body taking a few backwards steps before working himself up into a sprint down the narrow path between the buildings.
Somehow, watching Shizuo make a move that was potentially dangerous even for someone like him in the name of catching Izaya only increased the sensation of suddenly being prey.
He weaved through the network of alleys he was vaguely familiar with, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck raising with a strange almost-fear as he could hear Shizuo’s heavy, quick steps echoing back and forth between the brick walls after him.
Izaya’s heart was practically in his throat as he made a few complicated turns through the alleys before scurrying up the brickwork of another building and getting back to the rooftops, pulling away from the ledge and out of sight.
Though Izaya hadn’t intended on actually trying to lose Shizuo during the chase, he suddenly found that he needed a moment to catch his breath. It wasn’t often that Izaya was genuinely scared--and it wasn’t fully accurate to say he was actually scared now. He didn’t think Shizuo was going to hurt him (not in anyway Izaya didn’t like being hurt), but...
There was an incredible rush of excitement in thinking that Shizuo was chasing him down in order to fuck him, an excitement that was tied up in an unexpected sort of panic at Shizuo’s actual desperation to get to him.
He wanted Shizuo to catch him. He wanted Shizuo to fuck him. He wouldn’t have set up this game in the first place if he hadn’t. But there was a mind-blowing level of exhilaration in pretending he didn’t want either of those things, in pretending this was some actual dangerous scenario that was playing out, totally outside of his control.
The closest experience Izaya could compare it to was... going to a haunted attraction like Sakura-no Onryou in Hanayashiki or Ifu Musebiya. It was an entirely voluntary and constructed experience, but the whole point of it was to feel fear. The fear was built into a nearly entirely harmless and fun environment, but it was fear nonetheless.
He’d personally always found haunted attractions rather underwhelming, and hadn’t understood on more than an intellectual level why people enjoyed them... but apparently it just took something far more personal for Izaya to find joy in the same effect, because having Shizuo chase him down like this was electrifying.
By the time he heard Shizuo’s footsteps (slower now, clearly unsure where he’d gone) in the alley below, Izaya had wrestled his lungs back into a semi-normal breathing rate; he stepped up to the edge of the building, waving down at Shizuo with a grin as he shouted, “Up here, Shizu-chan!”
Shizuo’s gaze snapped to him again, the determination in his eyes stealing Izaya’s breath again, and as Shizuo began looking for a way up towards him, Izaya took off once more.
The chase went on for another ten minutes or so, Izaya purposefully keeping his distance except for in choice moments, letting Shizuo get close to stoke his racing heart before ducking out of the way and sprinting off again. He leapt between rooftops, ducking behind walls and signs to hide for a moment, only to call Shizuo’s attention to him again and then take off in a new direction.
A few times Shizuo got closer than Izaya intended--Izaya nearly tripped once, then had to dodge around a corner so sharply the Shizuo skidded and fell. Izaya hung around long enough to make sure Shizuo got back up and was still on his tail before running, running, though Shizuo seemed to get more impatient the longer the chase dragged on, somehow getting faster as he chased Izaya across the city.
And then Izaya jumped to a new building, started sprinting straight across only to realize far too late to switch directions that the gap between this building and the next was far wider than he would normally risk--but he couldn’t stop or change the momentum now, so he leaned into it, his legs moving as fast as they possibly could, hopped up to the ledge and then sprung himself across the gap with all the strength he had.
The city seemed to fall silent as Izaya flew through the air, his breath held the entire two seconds he hovered between buildings--before he hit the rooftop on the other side and rolled, sloppy, his usually careful form breaking and leaving him to tumble messily across the gravel rooftop, probably causing a few scrapes that the adrenaline in his veins could be bothered to let him notice.
He barely had time to collect himself before his eyes were on Shizuo, who had followed him, who was suddenly airborne and closing the gap--
Only for the jump to fall short and for Izaya’s heart to sink as quickly as he watched Shizuo sink beneath the edge of the building.
He scrambled to his feet, rushing to the ledge... and only managed to take another breath upon seeing that Shizuo had managed to grab onto some concrete protrusion from the building, preventing him from dropping at least six stories to the ground.
“I’m fine!” Shizuo yelled up at him, as if sensing Izaya’s unspoken concern. “Game’s still on, I’d keep running if I were you!”
Izaya couldn’t help but huff out an incredulous laugh. He heeded the warning, though he stuck around long enough to watch Shizuo pull himself up to a safer position atop the concrete decor and begin to look for a way back up to the roof before he started moving again.
He’d been running a bit longer... when he realized that he hadn’t heard Shizuo’s footsteps behind him in several minutes. A swell of disappoint swooped in his chest to think that maybe he had unintentionally lost Shizuo, followed by a sicker feeling at the thought of Shizuo possibly losing interest in the chase--until he thought it more likely that perhaps he shouldn’t have left Shizuo on the side of the building before he’d climbed to safety, because it was all too possible he could have slipped and fell after Izaya had taken off.
Grimacing faintly to himself, he jogged over to the fire escape leading down a handful of flights from the roof. He decided to get back to the street, hoping to... either make his position obvious enough to let Shizuo find him again and resume the chase, or perhaps look for somewhere Shizuo might be sprawled out injured (hopefully not too seriously) on the street.
The metal groaned and clanked beneath his usually light feet as he scurried down the rusty set of stairs, circling floor by floor on his way to the street. The din of it drowned out the street noise, and his worry dinned out nearly everything else as he stepped down onto the lowest landing at the second floor level--
Out of nowhere, Shizuo flung himself up over the railing of the fire escape. His feet hit the landing with a deafening CLANG that reverberated through the metal structure--Izaya jumped back out of pure surprise, his heart instantly leaping into his throat.
Izaya was trapped before he had even fully comprehended what was happening; he was knocked off balance, pushed back against the steep metal stairs of the fire escape, the heat of a larger body pressing down over his own, and his hand already instinctively wrapped around the knife in his pocket before realizing it was just Shizuo who had pinned him down.
A triumphant grin was plastered to Shizuo’s face as he leaned in close and said in a low growl, “Caught you.”
The near-threatening tone of Shizuo’s voice told Izaya everything he needed to know about Shizuo’s desires for the rest of the evening. If his desperate fight for air in face of the now retreating surge of panic hadn’t already left him feeling lightheaded, he would have been dizzy from how suddenly his arousal was straining against the front of his pants.
A beat later, like he had taken just a second to metaphorically lick his lips over the prey he’d captured, Shizuo’s mouth descended on his own once more. No time was wasted before Shizuo was nipping at his lips eagerly, glancing his tongue against them, deepening the kiss in a famished instant. Their bodies pressed together, Shizuo’s hips rolling into his, and a moan was pressed from Izaya’s chest nearly against his will, as his hand gripped at the front of Shizuo’s vest to hold him close.
His other hand released the knife, and instead dipped into a different pocket to fish out one of the packets of lube he’d started keeping on hand for just this sort of thing.
The friction between their bodies lasted but a moment. As Shizuo’s mouth continued to press haphazardly against his own, his hands quickly descended between them; they made quick work of Izaya’s belt, button, and zipper, reaching in to give his cock a fleeting stroke, before shoving the pants and underwear down over Izaya’s ass and leaning back to flip Izaya face down against the stairs.
Izaya sucked in a gasp at the change in position, arousal shuddering sharply through him. Shizuo’s hands gripped at his hips and ass as Izaya shifted his arms, moving one beneath his face to keep his head from hitting the stairs while twisting the other one behind his back, partially to encourage Shizuo to hold it down there, and partially...
When Shizuo’s hands left his exposed skin a moment later and Izaya heard the sound of Shizuo’s zipper, he extended the lube packet from the fingers behind his back and shook it lightly to get Shizuo’s attention, their fingers brushing as Shizuo took it and tore it open with his teeth in such a practiced motion that Izaya could see him doing it behind him even without looking at all in his direction.
Izaya had never bothered trying to catch his breath from the initial shock at being caught--and he was so fucking turned on now that making any attempt to calm down would have been pointless. His face was so flushed that he could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks and his cock was swollen enough that it practically hurt; his only solace was in being sure that Shizuo felt much the same. It took scant seconds for Izaya to feel the cool drizzle of lube between his cheeks, followed by the nudging head of Shizuo’s slick, rockhard cock, finding his entrance like it was some sort of heat seeking-missile and immediately starting to prod its way inside.
A tense moan slipped from Izaya’s throat. He arched his ass back, forced himself to take a deliberate breath and intentionally relax his entrance as much as he could. They were fucking regularly enough now that while Izaya enjoyed having Shizuo finger him open, the act was one of foreplay more so than necessity--but on the occasion that Shizuo did take him like this, with no prep and just enough lube to get by, it always made Shizuo feel fucking massive, as if his cock had somehow doubled in size while Izaya wasn’t looking, but was stubbornly determined to force its way inside anyway.
The only thing Izaya could focus on was the stretch as Shizuo’s cock rocked into him, once, twice, three times, before Shizuo’s hips drew back--then thrust forward with enough force to make the fire escape rattle as his cock sunk the rest of the way inside and forced a hard huff of air from Izaya’s lungs.
Shizuo then took the bait. His strong hand settled down over Izaya’s forearm, pinning it in place against Izaya’s back and making Izaya feel caged in, trapped, making his chest flutter with excitement and the same false fear that he’d been dancing with since the chase had begun. Pinned down like this, off balance against the narrow stairs, unable to maneuver even from side to side due to the railings blocking them in... if Shizuo wanted to hurt him here, he could. Izaya was in a vulnerable position, there was probably no more vulnerable a position for Izaya to be in, and there was a part of him that was terrified by that...
But there was a bigger part of him that knew Shizuo wouldn't hurt him (and what a difference that was from six month ago), not intentionally, not like this, and whether it was actually the false fear that was stroking his excitement, or it was the rare indulgence of trusting someone else, Izaya’s arousal was in absolute overdrive.
He was grateful when Shizuo didn’t even pause once he was fully inside, didn’t give his body a chance to adjust to the feeling of fullness like he might on some other night. Shizuo’s hips kept jerking in sharp, urgent thrusts, and the movement kept Izaya’s thoughts on edge, kept setting off impatient fireworks in his brain as each rough thrust forward and back tugged at his entrance and pressed into the sensitive spots inside that reduced him to a string of eager moans muffled into the sleeve of his coat within minutes.
The pleasure was cresting quickly - to be fair, the entire chase had been some perverse form of foreplay for them, so they had both been worked up for quite some time - snatching up all of Izaya’s focus, narrowing the world down to the sound of skin meeting skin and Shizuo groaning and panting behind him as his hips snapped harder and harder. Everything around them fell away, the ominous groan of the fire escape, the sound of cars coming from the nearest streets, and the low thrum of noise endemic to living in the city, none of it mattered more than the pistoning of Shizuo’s cock filling him over and over, driving him closer to the edge.
Izaya didn’t even notice the platform beneath their feet starting to rattle, didn’t notice the way it trembled as Shizuo thrust into him harder and harder, Izaya’s sharp cries diverting his thoughts away from the sound of the creaking old metal until--
CLANK.
A sharp noise, like something massive cracking, rang out, Izaya’s head popping up from his arm with sudden shock and confusion at how loud the noise was, how close it sounded, though his focus was slow to come back to him as Shizuo’s hips had kept moving for another few seconds.
It was only once the sound was followed by a sickening creeeeaaaaakkkkkk and the slow tilt of the landing beneath them that either of them realized what was happening.
Izaya cursed breathlessly as Shizuo let out a sharp, “Shit!” There was no time to pull apart or get their footing to spring away as they might have under different circumstances--instead, an instant later, Izaya felt Shizuo wrapping his arms around him, tugging him close and covering Izaya’s body with his own.
Izaya had just enough time to feel touched by the gesture as the fire escape broke away from the wall, dropping half-a-story before the weight was caught by whatever else was holding it in place, before another loud CRUNCH followed as the rest of the framing snapped away from the building and the metal skeleton of the structure fell to the ground with a cacophony of grinding and banging, like a strong breeze whipping violently through the world’s largest and least melodic set of windchimes.
The impact forced a breath out of Izaya’s lungs, the force of the first landing and stairs hitting the ground sending a strange and sharp vibration through his braced limbs, though not doing any real damage beyond the initial shock. He remained braced at the continued racket of the upper levels of the fire escape above them as it clattered into some new twisted shape braced between the narrow walls of the alley.
He heard Shizuo’s breath huffing near his ear once everything had gone silent, and a second later, he asked, “Are you hurt?”
Izaya gave himself a second to process the question, to make sure he wasn’t feeling some pain that the shock was covering up... but he really did seem to be unscathed, somehow, so he replied in a slight daze, “No. No, I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Shizuo asked, his face nuzzling faintly into Izaya’s hair. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Izaya confirmed with a bit more certainty, then asked, “How about you?”
“‘M fine,” Shizuo replied, sounding dismissive of the question--and though the tone perplexed Izaya, he wasn’t given any time to focus on it as Shizuo’s hips shifted in what felt like a grind.
Izaya shuddered and let out an equally shuddery-breath, his forgotten arousal drawn immediately to the forefront of his mind. As it turned out, adding a real potentially life-threatening situation to the adrenaline provoked by the fake-dangerous situation Izaya had been indulging in hadn’t taken away from the arousal that had been close to a fever pitch. Shizuo’s cock was still inside him, and still obviously hard.
Even still, Izaya didn’t take the motion as intentional, not at first, just assumed that Shizuo was shifting to maybe pull them apart so that they might extract themselves from the tangle of metal around them--but his reaction must have encouraged Shizuo, because just a second later, Shizuo’s hips rolled against his own in an unmistakable motion, shifting his cock inside in a way that forced a moan to stutter out from between his lips.
That was all it took to kickstart Shizuo’s movements, his body immediately launching into a persistent (though far gentler than before) rolling motion that began setting off a new series of sparks in Izaya’s brain.
Izaya was instantly torn between the arousal (which wanted to give in) and shock. He spluttered out, “What are you - doing?”
“I’m really close,” Shizuo huffed near his ear, as if it wasn’t the most preposterous response Izaya could have never anticipated.
“You’re going to FINISH?” Izaya asked indignantly. Not accounting for the fact that they could have both died (that was barely something to blink at, honestly), or that the structure around them was likely unstable and could possibly still collapse on top of them, Izaya was mostly concerned with the noise that had just been made. Surely someone had heard it; and surely someone was already on the phone with emergency services, and some sort of first responder was going to be on the scene sooner rather than later.
“Yeah,” Shizuo replied reasonably as his hips slowly worked up to a more steady thrust, his hand sliding down to grip Izaya’s hip.
“But there’s... probably people... on the way here,” he struggled out around already heated breaths, the arousal building back up surprisingly quickly, fogging up his thoughts.
Shizuo huffed out an amused breath and said, “Better make it quick then.”
Izaya might have laughed if he’d been more sure whether he should be amused or pissed off, though as Shizuo’s hips picked up the pace, he wasn’t really given the chance to think it over. A keening sound squeezed out of him before he gasped out non-venomously, “I hate you... so fucking much.”
“That so?” Shizuo prompted in teasing tone, then a second later, his arm wrapped around Izaya, his hand slipping into Izaya’s underwear to wrap around his hard cock. Izaya could hear the wicked grin in his voice as he quipped, “Not sure this agrees with you.”
Izaya did snort out a half-annoyed laugh at that, though the sound was abruptly cut off by another moan as Shizuo’s hand and hips managed to sync movement, grinding against his ass and stroking him all together--and at that point, the rest of the world couldn’t have been further from his thoughts. His head was overwhelmed by the heat and pressure of Shizuo’s cock thrusting into him, filling him deep and quick as his hand ran the length of his arousal, and he would have been embarrassed by the string of keening moans escaping him if he’d been aware enough to realize he was making so much noise.
It took barely a minute longer for the pleasure to overcome him. He gasped for air as the orgasm slammed into him, releasing with sharp cry and clenching down around Shizuo’s cock as he thrust and thrust and thrust. The continuous stimulation drew the orgasm out for several long seconds, continuously scattering his already disjointed thoughts, and the crest was just starting to fall when he finally heard Shizuo huff out a low noise and felt him release inside.
Shizuo’s body then relaxed over his own, and Izaya joined him in taking a few steadying breaths, though far before Izaya was ready for it, Shizuo was already moving. He slid his cock out and made quick work of his own pants, before helping get Izaya tucked away as well. Izaya was only just regaining some coordinated use of his limbs as Shizuo helped guide (perhaps more drag than guide, if Izaya was being honest) them both through the tangle of the collapsed metal structure, which only creaked and shifted faintly at the movement of their weight through it.
“You’re bleeding,” Izaya noted casually, as he followed Shizuo, ducking below a collapsed portion of metal, before climbing over a railing and shimmying through a small gap between two of the collapsed platforms.
Shizuo glanced over at his arm, at least aware enough of the pain to know where the injury was. His sleeve was ripped, and there was a gash about the width of a palm along the side of his upper arm. He must have been cut by some debris during the fall, but it seemed as though the bleeding had already stopped.
“Doesn’t hurt,” Shizuo replied with a shrug, to which Izaya barely resisted rolling his eyes. Only Shizuo could be nearly-impaled with a metal bar of some sort and hardly even notice it.
Finally making their way to the edge of the carnage, Shizuo hopped down the couple of feet to the ground, then turned as he asked, “You’ve got bandages at your place, right?”
Izaya’s brain was still recovering from the orgasm, most of his mental power focused on keeping his joints from wobbling as they had moved and so he replied thoughtlessly, “Yeah.”
“Great,” Shizuo replied. Just as Izaya was getting ready to brace himself for the impact of what would probably be a semi-clumsy drop to the ground, Shizuo held his arms out to him and beckoned him down with the double-hand-wave gesture that said, ‘I’ll catch you.’
Izaya doubted the offer for just a second, unsure if he should trust it--old habits died hard, and none would be harder to kill than Izaya’s hesitation to put trust in anyone, himself included. But after just a few seconds of mulling it over, he gave in, and let himself drop down towards Shizuo.
Shizuo caught him easily beneath his arms, and Izaya had just enough time to feel his heart give a relieved and heartfelt thump--before he just as quickly felt Shizuo hoist him up and throw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Izaya felt a brief rush of surprise to find his upper half draped down Shizuo’s back as Shizuo turned to head out of the alley, Shizuo’s strong arm wrapped around his waist to hold him in place. He blurted out, “What are you doing?”
There was a light grin in Shizuo’s tone as he replied, “I caught you, remember?”
Izaya really must have been out of it, due to the orgasm or the minor fire escape disaster or both, as it took a full second for him to remember the offer he’d made that had started this whole escapade.
He laughed sharply, caught off guard by the delivery of Shizuo’s reply, which somehow carried both a lightheaded teasing and a seriousness about his intentions. “Yeah,” Izaya conceded with amusement, “you caught me.”
“Not backing out of your end, are you?” Shizuo asked.
Izaya could easily imagine another time in their relationship where those words might have been directed at him angrily, where Shizuo might have been indignant or accusing of Izaya for going back on some promise he’d made; but there was no such tone in his voice now. He sounded casual, more amused than anything. Izaya suspected that if he did have some reason to give Shizuo a rain check on the promise to cash in some other night, or if he’d needed to withdraw his offer entirely, Shizuo would have accepted it without fuss.
But Izaya had no need for that. He’d just had a brief lapse in memory regarding the exchange. Now that he remembered what was happening and realized that Shizuo was headed in the direction of Izaya’s apartment... Izaya was all too happy to push the disaster from his mind and focus instead on whatever Shizuo had in mind for the rest of their evening together.
The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, likely on their way to the alley Shizuo and Izaya had just left behind. Seems like they got away from the area just in time.
“No, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Izaya replied with a faint shake of his head, grinning as he added playfully, “Wouldn’t want you thinking I’m not a man of my word.”
Shizuo snorted out a laugh. “Oh yeah, we wouldn’t want that.”
“So,” Izaya prompted, wiggling a little in Shizuo’s grasp, but not in an effort to escape; after a moment, he managed to maneuver his hand into his coat pocket and pull out his phone as he continued a bit more suggestively, “How much of my day tomorrow should I reschedule?”
“Hmm,” Shizuo said thoughtfully, the hand of the arm holding Izaya in place giving his ass a few light pats as he considered it. “You said whatever I wanted, so I’m thinking...” he said, voice dropping into a low, foreboding purr, “by the time I’m done with you tonight... you’re not gonna be in any shape to work tomorrow.”
The tone alone was enough to send a shiver of arousal down Izaya’s spine, and that didn’t even accounting for the delicious threat of the words themselves, the promise that Izaya could only hope would be fulfilled. Shizuo didn’t need to be any more specific than that for Izaya to have a clear idea of what laid ahead of them, or for him to be a little bit embarrassed about just how turned on he was to hear them.
“Who needs work,” Izaya agreed dismissively, shooting off a text to reschedule the meeting he’d already had on his schedule tonight, before then messaging Namie to tell her to handle rescheduling his appointments tomorrow from the comfort of her home. He hoped to avoid her barging in on the two of them in an indecent state for the third time.
Once the messages were sent, he shifted to push his phone back into his pocket. "Alright, schedule's clear," announced, a pleasant grin settling on his lips as he settled in for the trek back to his apartment. "I'm all yours."