You don't mean to tell me that you'd like to kiss me again do you? Even though my lips are already so sore?

[Izaya ducked his head low, breath ghosting over Shizuo's own lips, while one of the informant's hands slid up to brush a finger against Shizuo's cheek. He was now sitting upon the blond's lower stomach, body curved so that elbows rested against the bed as a type of support system, while the raven continued to grin that Cheshire smile of his.]

Or could it be that you wanted more than just kissing?