Durarara Lemons

Beautiful Mess

"So stingy," Izaya replied humorously, eyes falling down to Shizuo's chest. Dragging his oily hands down Shizuo's arms, he leaned down and captured a nipple between his lips. Shizuo's head dipped back as he focused on the pleasure of those licks and nibbles, and let out a harsh breath when Izaya started rocking in his lap.

"S- so how does this work?" Shizuo asked through his hazy arousal. It was fairly hard to keep your voice steady when the rough material of those tiny shorts was rubbing against soft slacks.

Izaya pulled back from him with a hearty laugh.

"Never had sex before, Shizuo?"

Shizuo flushed, and narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't mean that! Aren't there like... rules or something to prostitution?" Shizuo spoke, rather embarrassed. Izaya found it charming.

"No foreign objects, don't know where they've been. This," Izaya enunciated, cupping Shizuo's erection and giving it a gentle squeeze, which made Shizuo bite down on the inside of his cheek, "must be covered with a condom, don't worry, I have some. And no kissing."

Izaya tapped Shizuo's lips with his finger to exaggerate that last rule. Shizuo blinked.

"... sounds like you have that memorized," Shizuo replied dryly, the reality that he was about to engage in sexual acts with a prostitute, and a male one at that, settling on his shoulders and giving him a weird vibe. Paparazzi would have a field day with this one.

Izaya simply shrugged, straightening himself on his knees and reaching in his pockets.

"So," Izaya began, raising a fist with condoms of various colors, "I've got red, blue, green, and one awesome gold one. Nothing is getting through this thing."

Shizuo stared disbelievingly.

"... a buffet of safety," Shizuo commented with an incredulous chuckle.

Izaya rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop a smile from reaching his lips.

"Well whatever, we'll worry about this later," Izaya said, throwing the condoms on the table where his knife still lay before grasping at Shizuo's belt, "Let's get these off of you."

Shizuo lifted his hips so his slacks could easily be pulled down and off his legs. Izaya eyed the strong legs before gazing into Shizuo's eyes with a promising glint.

Shizuo watched with rapt attention as Izaya made a show of pulling his shirt off, rolling his toned body in waves as inch by inch of creamy pale skin was exposed.

"Haha, I wish we had some stripper music going," Izaya commented when he pulled his shirt over his head, and Shizuo laughed, shaking his head.

Sitting up, Shizuo wound his hands around Izaya's body and splayed them out over the jean-clad ass of his companion.

"I think the bed would be more suitable for this," Shizuo suggested, craning his neck to look up at Izaya, who scoffed.

"Have you ever not done it on a bed, Mr. Proper?" Izaya responded, chuckling at the guilty look flashing across Shizuo's face.

"Don't call me that," Shizuo responded, trying to hide his embarrassment with irritation, "And if we're doing this, it is going to be on a bed."

Izaya was a little disheartened, but took hold of Shizuo's arms and slipped out of his hold, obediently climbing off the message table. He waited until Shizuo was standing to lean his elbows down on the message table and spread his legs invitingly, smirking over his shoulder.

"Sure you wouldn't want me like this?" Izaya asked in his best pur, slowly swaying his ass in the air. His smirk widened as he watched Shizuo's eyes follow every movement.