Durarara Lemons

Catching Sparks (4)

Shizuo's POV
A grin took over his lips.

"Hmm, I don't know. I could be out there making some money," he replied, crossing his arms and jutting a hip to the side, "You gonna compensate me?"

"I already told you I didn't bring any extra cash," I replied, hoping I was right in taking that grin on his face to mean he was joking.

"There are other ways," he said, walking over to the lamp and flicking it on.

"I can't give you a lap dance either," I jested, watching him turn off the light on the ceiling. The room was then cast in shadows from the minimal yellow glow of the lamp. Izaya laughed at my response, locked the door, and crawled onto the bed.

"Why not? It'd be hot," he responded, wiggling his eyebrows playfully and scooting until his arm could wrap around my body. I easily drew him into my embrace, our legs tangling together under the sheet. Damn he was warm.

"I'd fucking embarrass myself," I said, lifting his jaw up and stealing a quick kiss.

"That's the best part!" Izaya retorted, using his fingertip to trace circles on my arm. I slid my hands down the length of his back, reveling in the feel of the smooth skin.

"For you, maybe."

"Live a little~!" He berated, placing his forehead against my own, "What do you do anyway?"

"College student," I answered, gliding my hands around the curve of his side and over his stomach.

His eyebrows shot up.

"Smart and sexy, damn, did I hit a jackpot?" He laughed.

"Eeh, well, my grades are average at best," I admitted shyly. The fact I was in college was a miracle to even myself, "You do anything besides working here?"

"Nope, could have gone to college, but it was so boring," he said with a cute pout. I kissed the pout right off his lips, hands roaming up to his shoulders. He chuckled into the kiss and pulled back, "Impatient, hm?"

"Your fault for being such a tease," I responded with a smile.

"It's my job," he said, shrugging his shoulders before scooting even closer. I took a sharp breath when the leg between my own moved up and brushed against my testicles, "Though this is not usually on the job itinerary."

I swallowed and traced my fingertips over the leg swaying so teasingly. It created an incredible but agonizingly light friction in all the right places, leaving me anxious for more.

"Well, I'm not sorry I interrupted your work," I replied honestly. He seemed pleased by the response.

"Since we're being so honest," he began, and I clenched my teeth together when he snaked a hand down in between us and wrapped it around my cock, "I want this inside me, so if you aren't up to it, I suggest you stop touching me~"

Every instinct told me to jump him right then.

But he had to go and say it like that and irritate me, damn it.

"Are you still doubting my preference?" I accused, mildly upset. Come on, I was clearly hard as a rock when you were bouncing on my lap earlier, and I even jerked you off! What more do you want from me?