Shizuo Heiwajima Returns

He laid back on the desk pulling his lover with him gasping as he thrust in, finding just the right spot and rocking it deep into his core.

Fingers clawed into Shizuo's back urging him closer, deeper...making them inseparable. He gasped out his name between thrusts attacking his lips and kissing him deeply to stifle the lude moans and noises he was making.

"S-Shizu--Ahh-ah..."

His fingers dug hard into the other mans back as he was overtaken by a wave of pleasure. Toes curling he could see nothing but white dots in front of his eyes as he clung to the other man needily.

He fell into him embracing him tightly as he came lips brushing over his chest as he tightened around him.

He nuzzled into his chest sleepily sighing in euphoria.

"Ne, Shizu...I love you too."

He had found that one special spot that would drive Izaya insane with pleasure, make him mewl and moan his name. Swerving his hips back and forth, his erected length slid in and out of the fleshy walls, pounding into Izaya's prostate with excellent succession despite how wild and uncoordinated his movements were.

With his grasp still kneading and groping Izaya's ass, he drew him in closer as he pressed into his core, delving deeper. Wanting to embrace him and hold him, his arms eventually snaked around Izaya's lower back.

All ardent curses were left unheard, as they were all lost within a heated clash between lips. He kissed Izaya passionately, exploring the inside of his mouth with his tongue, letting it curl with the other.

Pleasure, found in the sultry sounds escaping Izaya's lips and the heat within his core, soon made him blind with ecstasy. With a few final thrusts, he too released his seed inside Izaya, shouting out his name.

"I-Izay--ahhn!!"

Trembling and brimming with afterglow, he tried to calm his ragged breaths, before placing a tender kiss to Izaya's lips. He clung onto the other man, staying connected with him for just a few moments longer, listening to the sounds of their hearts beating in unison.

He buried his face in Izaya's shoulder to hide his face from his eyes, which was as red as a beet. He didn't want to ever let go, relishing in the scent of their romp; a contortion of sweat, sex, and body spray. It was intoxicating.

"Thank you..." He whispered in his ear, before kissing his cheek and pulling out of him. After that, he scooped Izaya up to carry him bridal style, shuffling over to the couch to collapse into it and rest.

He nestled Izaya in his arms, drawing in a blanket that was spilling over the edge. He wrapped them both in the warmth, cuddling with Izaya.