Ice cream (Shinzaya)

Izaya's POV

It was strange, but I found myself unable to take my gaze away from the bespectacled wanna be doctor. After some persuasion, I had convinced him to go out with me after school for the day. I was quite bored and having had nothing else to do, this seemed like a suitable solution. What I hadn't counted for was how he looked while eating that ice cream he had brought at a stand. Now if anything, I could say that Shinra was innocent enough and even always seeming to show an almost childlike wonder when it came to topics such as Biology but damn this.

The way in which he consumed the food source was like some sort of strange torture, his tongue lightly flicking out to lick at the dripping cream as it slowly melted at some parts, the barely audible sounds made when he gently crunched the sprinkles that had been scattered over it in a colored array. I could admit that it was nothing though, not compared to when the brunette licked the substance from around his mouth. Hell, it was like I was being teased by the pure sin that was this unintentionally erotic sight in front of me and the pure warmth of this day was not exactly helping in the matter.

We had been walking for a while, just aimlessly while speaking to each other about pointless topics and trying to decide on where to go next but every so often I would be pulled in by gazing at him and my mind would suddenly be blank.

As our wandering continued, I noticed him halt in his pace and to my surprise I was grabbed by my shoulders the tiniest bit roughly and pushed up against the trunk of a tall tree. 'When did we end up in the park?' was the first thought that came to mind which instantly disappeared as I felt something delicate and soft pressed to my mouth. At that moment, I went into a sort of overdrive and automatically pressed my own lips back against that light pressure as the kiss quickly deepened and became more of a heated frenzy.

Tongue against tongue, the slight scraping of teeth and the feeling of wandering hands on both of our parts accompanied with the quietest of small moans until we had to depart from each other for some much needed air. I could hear light panting as breath was caught but I was unsure of which pants where my own and which were his. The way in which he responded was with a half amused, half smug sort of grin as he leaned forward by my ear and muttered to me in a way that almost caused me to shudder at the sudden change in his tone of voice. ''It's not polite to stare, Izaya...'' With those words, he let me go out of the almost possessive grip and walked off ahead of me.

'Shit...since when had this boy become so unpredictable..?'