A hiss was thrown the moment the other stopped, the heat built on his stomach stopping, but not dissipating completely.
If he had been less experienced on this, just closing his eyes and thinking about something else, or perhaps trying to turn around - even while tied up- would solve, but no, it was as if izaya could calculate exactly when to cease. As if it was the right moment where it would drive him impatient, enough to consider the proposition.
Not that he was considering to accept it. Not consciously.
So he stared at the raven, the bastard calm and collected, wondering how he was able to do it. His own lips twitched as he started to imagine how the man reacted to actual sex, and not just giving others pleasure– Rokujo wouldn’t normally think about this kind of situation, but apparently what most frustrated him was being unable to do anything but receive care. Even with a woman, it wasn’t his favorite position. So he nodded and looked at him right in the eyes.
“Will you take those off if I agree to it? I’ll keep my word on not kicking you if you do, of course”
She didn’t really expect him to hit her, and so when he went for her hat instead she couldn’t say that she was surprised. She did attempt to catch it, though, and missed, instead only brushing the underside of his arm with her fingertips.
They always went for the hat!
When he placed his on her head she grabbed the rim and pulled it down more tightly, tipping her head back, “… No!”
She took a skipping-step back, bouncing on the balls of her feet, “You’re way too fast for me. You’d just move away and I’d look really weird. Maybe it’s time for a change? Maybe this is my Character Wardrobe Redesign moment. I hoped I’d get something more full-body like a battle suit or maybe a female tuxedo, but a new hat is okay.
“I think I’m just gonna keep this one!”
“So should I keep yours?”
Chikage moved the hat on his own head, tipping it to fit better, but by no means it would be the same as his old one. He had to admit though, she looked cute with it, even if he wasn’t sure about himself.
“That means I’d also have to go through a re design, but it would be so hard. I’m not that good at it as you. Last time I did it, I changed back in a glimpse.”
“And yet... I’m interested on seeing you in a tuxedo, Eri-chan. So maybe you should keep both of them.”
I heard it went well! I hope you kids had fun! Taught him almost everything he knows, you know! I'd say I did a good job, wouldn't you?
“Wait… Uh?”
“You taught him all that? You must be pretty strong yourself then, old man. That guy really stood up the fight, and it’s not everyday someone wins me.”
“I just hope you’re not the kind of person to hold back against an opponent, even if that opponent is a girl!” She had a lot to say on the subject. If he was anyone like Kenichi from Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple, his viewpoints wouldn’t have many fans. It totally destroyed the flow of the action scenes!
“I guess creativity is good, but then… what if your opponent is both strong and creative? I think that’s pretty much unbeatable. Even if you’re a really intelligent person, half of winning a fight is having the strength to get past the other person’s defenses.”
She could find an opening but without a monster punch… it wouldn’t do anything!
“… What’s it like being the leader of a gang, anyways? You must get into a lot of fights. I guess Dota-chin’s a leader but he’s always saying he isn’t. How come you started a gang?”
“I wouldn’t do such a thing-” A lie, of course, since he was a fair fighter most of the times. Most. If his opponent was a good person, he would fight on the same level, not cheating or using his Kabutowari if the other wasn’t using it either. If his attacker was scum though… It was another story. Those didn’t even have time to fight back, anyway. They were weak at both heart and fist.
She was right. It was hard to defeat someone if didn’t have any strength. “You can always use someone’s strength against themselves though” was one method. The others involved worse things. There were always guns and weapons. One would have to know to use them, anyway, so her point remained still.
“I do. Sometimes I get into discussions too, but those are too boring sometimes. I guess I started like him, not realizing I was a leader when I was. But it’s a long story, I should tell you when we drink something together—What about you, how did you meet him?”
“Yes yes, I am aware of that. However, no amount of threats is going to stop me from something I want to do. I think it would be good for you to know that.”
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The man shut his mouth to save energy for thoughts-- He wanted to think of a good comeback, and it seemed impossible to now.
Not that he wasn’t used to those - the situation simply didn’t allow him to. He wanted to punch the other in the face, sure, yet everything seemed to resolve with the possibility of his come, even if it was by a man. A man like Izaya, who was old enough to not be mistaken by a woman.
The raven was surely skinny, and his shapes gave away some good curves; his neck and shoulder had some delicacy on them, and his face was quite androgynous compared to other men. However, his hands were calloused enough for the gang leader to know they weren’t women’s, the moment they touched his dick. His chuckles were too low for his ears too enjoy. Everything was too new—too good for him to enjoy.
And that was how he stayed for a while, just staring at Izaya, trying to think but forgetting about it as he simply concentrated on the pleasure coming from his groin. It wasn’t really difficult, given that the other was good at it.
Until he slowed down, both pace and position.
“H-Hey, hey, what--?”
He wasn’t that stupid, at that point he knew well what the informant was doing, but it didn’t make him not want it any less. Not want it? Well, Rokujo wanted release, so that was the faster way, but it didn’t make it less embarrassing. He finally looked away, concentrating on cumming again, feeling the tying around him too narrow all of sudden.
“Fuck, why are you even good at this…” between a doubt and an affirmation, Rokujo closed his eyes and moaned, getting angry at himself for always thinking with the wrong head. Always. He only stopped with the blaming when felt warmer down, almost at the point he wanted.
“Oi, I think--” should he even warn the other? Izaya put his mouth there because he wanted, after all.
“Oh~! My name is Reece. It was wonderful talking to you~” “I would love to talk to you more.” “You’re so sweet! Would you like my number? Maybe then it would be easier to contact each other.” Now Reece was blushing. This man was so kind to her, she felt like it would only be fair if she helped him also.
"Reece, huh? That’s a very cute name.” Right where he wanted; taking his phone out of his pocket, he waited for the other’s response. “That’d be great, what is it? I can send you a message right away so you’ll get to save my number too.”
Here you go, Rocchi! Haha, my Oi-chan is pretty silly. He wears glasses like these just for fun, most of the time. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did this.
A kid with trust issues that works with the government has trouble handling his love for a gang leader, an idol-in-training (because he's still in high school) who has a SHIT TON of expectations on him from both the media & his family doesn't know how to handle his secret relationship with a bisexual playboy, and a brunette boy-toy is in love with a romantic-less gun-for-hire who thinks they're strictly chill friends with /really great/ benefits.
I really want someone besides us to try to understand who is who there.
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