“IZAYAA,” yelled the familiar tones of Shizuo.
Izaya snickered to himself, thinking of the dark purple mark he had left on the neck of the blonde man.
The way he had quivered beneath him had made Izaya all the more determined.
For one so strong, he gave up so soon and Izaya liked that. The strong body beneath him , groaning at his every touch.
Shizuo practically begged for it, for anything Izaya would give and oh would he give it.
So, he snickered, relishing his anger, his stampede and threats as he barged in, only to be tamed again by the fingers that would glide their way back down again….