Tension

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo looked up and then back down to the floor and shrugged. "I remembered that it's what you liked. So it's what I got." He shrugged and sipped the drink.

Shifting on th3 couch a little more he flashed a quick grin to him before he muttered the phrase before digging into his food. He popped two pieces into his mouth quickly and chewed. "Oh, I grabbed a basic roll to share too" he said. Then pulled out the smallest tray and opened it. The bag now empty.

He pushed it toward Izaya and offered it to him before he ate another bite of his.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya was genuinely surprised, and a little in shock. He wasn't sure if he should feel touched or not, but he thought he did feel a little touched by it anyway. Maybe that was silly; it seemed like pure luck that Shizuo just so happened to remember his food and buy it for him... but it had still happened. It was a simple gesture, but it was still a gesture (to be fair, just buying him dinner was a gesture that Izaya hadn't expected, buying him his favorite food for dinner was on a level above that in Izaya's book), and Izaya appreciated it.

Showing sincere gratitude was not something Izaya had much practice with, but he tried letting his smile widen a lot more as he said as genuinely as he could, “Thank you.”

He reached out to grab a piece of the roll that Shizuo had extended to him, popping it into his mouth and chewing it happily.

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo flashed Izaya a quick smile before he turned back to the food on his tray. "Wanna put on something to watch or music or something?" He asked as he reached for the drink and took a sip again. As much as he liked the quiet, it was weird. They didn't have small talk. They barely liked each other, more like lightly tolerated one another right now for the sake of pleasure. The food was just a necessary step to living.

Shizuo set the drink back down and then used his chopsticks to dip a piece into the soy he poured himself and then popped it into his mouth.

A little while later, Shizuo sat back with a content sigh as he finished the drink in the bottle and watched the show Izaya had put on the TV. He weirdly hoped it was enough food for Izaya to be full.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya caught a glimpse of Shizuo’s smile, a calm smile aimed specifically at him, and he felt his heart stutter strangely in his chest. His face didn't betray the emotion, and he made a quick move for the remote in response to Shizuo’s suggestion, turning on the television and flipping it to some channel airing a martial arts competition, knowing that Shizuo enjoyed such things, and knowing that Izaya himself didn’t care what was on television.

He ate his sushi in a relatively normal way, though his thoughts lingered frustratingly on that quick little smile. It had been so simple, but it was probably the kindest smile Shizuo had ever given him, without a trace of violence or malicious intent. It was probably ridiculous to treasure it so much, but it was so rare for Izaya to see Shizuo smile, considering how flat his expressions generally were, and considering that Shizuo’s expressions towards him had rarely ever been gentle.

Though Izaya was eager for the activities he’d specifically invited Shizuo over for... there was something nice about this too, about getting to see a side of Shizuo he hadn’t previously been familiar with.

Izaya ate slower than Shizuo, and only took maybe two more pieces from the extra roll he’d bought. Although he’d realized his hunger at seeing the food, it still didn’t mean he had a massive appetite. It didn’t take a lot to fill him up, so the main order Shizuo had gotten him was certainly enough to do it, and the last thing Izaya wanted right now was to feel too full.

It was maybe an extra few minutes later that Izaya finally ate the last piece of sushi from his tray,before setting down his chopsticks and leaning back against the couch, feeling pleasantly full.

He wasn’t exactly sure how thing proceeded from here... but the competition was still playing, and it was still only dinner time, so Izaya supposed they didn’t have to rush into anything. It probably made sense to relax for a bit and let their food digest, didn’t it?

[tossingtrashcans]

There was a few pieces left of the spare roll he had gotten. He leaned forward and covered the food up. "I'm going to slid this in the fridge." He said then got up, food in hand and walked around the area. Stepping up into the little kitchen nook area he opened the fridge to slip the food into it. There was drinks and cold rice and not much else. Seemed they both didn't eat at home much.

Heading back over to the couch he walked up behind Izaya and leaned down, trailing his hands down Izaya's chest as he turned his face and kissed behind his ear and down his neck a little. Nuzzling into him a bit as his hand moved down his thigh and scratched lightly over his pants. There was no reason to deny this was the entire reason he was here, however if Izaya wanted to wait he would. Sushi by no means was heavy, so Shizuo was content to do whatever Izaya wanted.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya gave a small acknowledgement as Shizuo got up from the couch to put the last of the food away. While Shizuo was out of the room, he took a slow breath to steady any of his nerves. He really wasn’t sure how any of this worked; he wasn’t sure how inviting someone over to fool around worked, and he especially wasn’t sure how the transition from meal time to other activities worked. Though Izaya was honest with himself about not being in a rush (it was actually nice to just have some company in his apartment that didn’t include people he was paying to be here, or were paying him), if he needed to initiate things in a little bit, he thought he could figure out how to...

But it turned out that he wouldn’t need to. Shizuo returned just a minute later, Izaya could hear his movement through the apartment, and instead of sitting back down on the couch, he came up behind Izaya, touching him, kissing him... It maybe should have been embarrassing how quickly Izaya forgot to breathe as he felt Shizuo’s lips on his skin, a little shiver running down his spine at the near-gentle contact. He tilted his head almost immediately to expose his neck more, remember how good it had felt to have Shizuo’s teeth there the last time.

Meanwhile, as Shizuo’s hands moved down his body, Izaya could feel his body responding quickly, heating rising to the surface, including the lightest touch to his face. His hands reached for Shizuo’s arms, fingers rubbing lightly into the muscle beneath Shizuo’s shirt, wanting to touch Shizuo, and also wanting to encourage the way he was being touched.

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo hummed softly and then nibbled at the exposed flesh just below his ear as Izaya gave him more room to play with. Kissing ans biting lightly at thr flesh before he moved down his neck more and biting softly at the base of his neck.

He continued to scratch over his pants at his thighs before moving a hand up to reset between his legs, palming him softly.

"Did we wanna remain here or move to the bedroom?" Shizuo asked before he kissed along his neck again softly, one hand squeezing Izaya's thigh and the other just resting over his groin now.

[UndergroundGod]

As soon as Izaya felt Shizuo’s teeth on the skin, his breath stuttered. Amazing that that was all it took to feel the spark of arousal, to feel the hunger for more growing in the pit of his stomach. It was strange; Izaya had never considered himself someone with a high libido. He didn’t get off by himself frequently (or with others at all), and the only person he’d ever been able to successfully include in his fantasies was the person who was touching him in this very moment.

Maybe that was why Shizuo’s touch seemed to set him off so easily, to feel the desire he’d been told that other people feel on a regular basis for any number of other people. Maybe it was only Shizuo that could spark these feelings in him so easily.

By the time Shizuo’s hand was palming over him more directly, Izaya’s eyes had slipped shut without him realizing, and he was more or less panting softly, his hands gripping more firmly at Shizuo’s arms as if he could stop him from pulling away.

Shizuo’s questions forced some sense back into him, and he had to take a few seconds to clear the arousal from his head in order to respond, though he still sounded a little winded as he did so.

“Bedroom,” he said definitively, before practically forcing himself to get up from the couch, taking Shizuo’s hand to lead him upstairs.

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