Shizuo would forever be apologizing to his mother (for she held a massive cherishing for books) for what he was doing at the moment. It didn't matter that the chaff Izaya was getting on his ass from his still-hanging-on pants' zipper would probably hurt for hours later, or that the soft, warm skin around his cock was the most pleasuring thing he'd experienced his entire life. What did matter was that he was defiling most of his local library's Non-fiction, "G" section and knocking over a few books in the process of fucking the life out of the man he deemed "louse", and he'd probably never forgive himself.
But, dammit...Izaya clawed at the back of his bartender uniform, laughing his pleasure, breathing hitching every now and again, especially when Shizuo decided to drag his tongue along Izaya's small, frail little neck and shift the hands that were gripping ass down, cradling the soft globes of flesh that tensed and quivered whenever he angled upward
( ... )
The voices. They were definitely closer now. At all cost, Izaya could not make a sound. Their heavy breathing and the shaking of the bookcase would probably give them away anyway, but they could probably get away with it, if Izaya just fucking stayed quiet
( ... )
Sex in the library.
Bonus if Shizuo silences Izaya throughout because, you know, 'in the library, stay quiet.'
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*thumbs up* !!
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But, dammit...Izaya clawed at the back of his bartender uniform, laughing his pleasure, breathing hitching every now and again, especially when Shizuo decided to drag his tongue along Izaya's small, frail little neck and shift the hands that were gripping ass down, cradling the soft globes of flesh that tensed and quivered whenever he angled upward ( ... )
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<3
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