Durarara Lemons

Side Effects

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Shizuo was comforted by how hungrily Izaya kissed him sometimes. Izaya was good at hiding behind fake expressions and laughs and biting commentary, and it was hard to know what the hell he was feeling, if it was real, if it was a trick. Shizuo figured he probably shouldn't think about it like that, but he also figured he didn't have much of a choice. He'd rather feel mildly guilty about it now than like a total dumbass if it turned out to be true and he hadn't considered it.

But it was at times like this, when he pushed and Izaya pushed back harder, that he felt the most secure in whatever this thing was between them. As good as Izaya was with words, they communicated better physically most of the time, and Shizuo was okay with that. For all of Izaya's talking, it seemed like he was just as bad at actually saying the shit that mattered as Shizuo was, and this was an agreeable alternative.

They were in Izaya's house which was fucking terrifying, although the other had assured him his sisters were sleeping over at a friend's house and that his parents were hardly ever home. Izaya shook his head at Shizuo's paranoia, but closed to the door to appease him nonetheless. Shizuo didn't argue. It gave him something to push Izaya up against.

He pulled back to gasp a breath, still not really used to doing this, not even really sure if he was doing it right, but Izaya had yet to object much. He was only permitted to stay away a few moments before the other boy leaned forward and caught his mouth again, slinging his arms up around Shizuo's shoulders and hooking them behind his neck, pulling them closer together in the process. Izaya's mouth was soft and warm, and Shizuo thought the way it felt against his own was becoming addictive.

Their noses bumped together when Izaya abruptly pulled back, but the two remained close enough together that Shizuo felt like they must be breathing the same air again and again and that was what was making him feel so damn lightheaded. Izaya's cool fingers ran down along his arm, catching at his wrist and tugging at his hand where he'd planted it against the door when he'd captured Izaya in the first place. He frowned in confusion, but let Izaya take it.

"Your hands can be useful tools, Shizu-chan," he commented airily. "I suggest you use them." He proceeded to pull Shizuo's hand down and set it against his waist, causing the tempo of Shizuo's heartbeat to kick up a few notches. He could feel the quick rise and fall of the other's breathing there, and the heat of his skin through his thin shirt. Shizuo thought that sometimes Izaya had good ideas.

He kissed Izaya again before he could say something else mildly condescending, catching at the corner of his mouth first before he reached his real target. He slid his other hand down from the door as well so they were a matching set, holding onto Izaya. There was something about holding him like this, feeling him tangible and solid in front of him, his body moving, arching more and more sharply against him, that made this whole thing feel more real.

Slowly he ran circles around the sharp tops of Izaya's hipbones with his thumbs, just testing it out. He'd never touched anyone like this before. Izaya laughed into his mouth, the sound buzzing against their connected lips, and curled his fingers into Shizuo's hair. He also opened his own mouth in the process, granting Shizuo's tongue access before either of them really expected it. Shizuo pulled back immediately, but couldn't move far due to his hold at Izaya's waist which he didn't feel like relinquishing any time soon and the other's grip on his hair. "Sorry."

Izaya frowned at him. "For what?"

Shizuo felt his face heat, the embarrassment hotter and less nice than the warmth building in his cheeks before had been. "I didn't mean to just—"

"Shizu-chan," Izaya interrupted him for which Shizuo was vaguely grateful, even if it was with that annoying nickname. "If you're going to make-out with me, your tongue is probably going to go in my mouth. In fact, if your tongue doesn't go in my mouth you're probably doing it wrong."