[ Shizuo frowns and growls low against his lips, sweeping his tongue in his mouth.
Stupid, stupid. And he said the fortissimo was the idiot! His fingers smooth up the back of Izaya's neck, fisting the black hair tightly to hold the other's face still, trapping him completely.
At the next command, the blond presses his hips forward and huffs raggedly, a finger snagging Izaya's belt, yanking it out of its loops, letting it clatter nearby. He has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't want to do it anymore.
As his mouth slips down to the louse's pulse, he harshly nips a bright mark into his skin, then pants over his throat. ]
PG-13? HAHAHA..........
Stupid, stupid. And he said the fortissimo was the idiot! His fingers smooth up the back of Izaya's neck, fisting the black hair tightly to hold the other's face still, trapping him completely.
At the next command, the blond presses his hips forward and huffs raggedly, a finger snagging Izaya's belt, yanking it out of its loops, letting it clatter nearby. He has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't want to do it anymore.
As his mouth slips down to the louse's pulse, he harshly nips a bright mark into his skin, then pants over his throat. ]
God damn it, Izaya!