DRRR! KINK MEME: FIll "Trichotillomania - Part 2/3" - Shizuo/Izaya
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing: Shizuo Heiwajima/Izaya Orihara
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Removal of Body hair
Original Prompt: link
Part 1 Part 3
T r I c h o t I l l o m a n I a
Re;Cap:
There were sundries of things about Shizuo that annoyed Izaya. The first and foremost being his ability to always be unpredictable. The second, his lack of tact. The third would have to be the most vexing though…
Turning the slightly rounded face toward his own, he meshes their lips together in a heated kiss, tongues twining in a heated dance. The other hand remained on the man’s hip pulling him harder into the thrusts, deepening the angle.
Yes. This was what he loved about Shizuo.
Shizuo knew just where to thrust, caress, and fondle to make him scream and see stars within his eyes. The euphoric rush of their coupling lasting long after the act has ended.
Glancing at Shizuo as he crawls out of the bed to shuffle around the room, his eyes land on the hairy legs of the brute.
Disgusting.
Shizuo glances over at Izaya, brow arching in question.
“What’s wrong,” he asks, lips brushing the sweaty flesh.
Izaya shivered in pleasure, as his flesh broke out in goosebumps. Smiling, he turned in those warm, perfect arms, looping his own arms behind the larger man’s neck.
“Shizu-chan~! Can you do me a eensy-teensy-weeny-tiny-little favor,” he asks in an obviously forced cheer as he continues to smile widely.
“Ah…I guess? It depends on what it is you want me to do though,” he answers uncertain.
The smile never drops from his face as he says the taboo words, “Can you shave from your hips down?”
“Hell no.”
“Shizu-chan~!” Izaya whined pitifully.
“No.”
“Shizu-chan! Your hairy legs hurt me!”
“So?”
“You will shave your body.”
“No I won’t!
“I can’t believe you drugged me.”
Shizuo tried to stand up, but it was only now that he realized his arms were bound above his head.
“Why am I bound? “
Izaya shrugged in nonchalance as he arranged his tools around him
"Be grateful I’m not using wax. That would be so much quicker, but more painful for you. Since it’s your first time removing any kind of hair from these regions you would also most likely break out in a mean rash.”
Izaya slid the razor gently down from the dip of Shizuo’s knee to the tip of his ankle. He smiled at the smooth tanned flesh revealed. He ran a finger up the line appreciatively. Watching as Shizuo shivered at the weird feeling.
Holding the shower-head in his hand, assuring the temperature is still warm he directs the spray so it travels up Shizuo’s thighs. A steady stream of water rushed at the sensitive flesh of his upper thighs tantalizingly.
“Damned tease,” Shizuo groaned. “When this over with you better be prepared you bastard. Your ass will be so loose when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to close it.”
Izaya swiftly cut off Shizuo’s questioning voice, grasping the base of Shizuo’s cock as his other hand slid the cock ring over the bulbous purpling head of Shizuo’s cock.
“Cut it out now if you don’t want to have to replace our shower.”
Izaya conceded with a pout, and released Shizuo’s length.
“Now then back to work~!”
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Izaya reached back for the razor and made swift motions as he gently glided the razor up from just above Shizuo’s knee until he reached the edges of his inguinal. Rinsing the razor after each swipe.
It was in these moments that Shizuo was grateful for Izaya’s prowess with his flickblade. For if he had been a novice, Shizuo was sure that there’d be thin trails of blood decorating his thighs.
Swipe, appreciate, rinse, swipe.
The motions continue, Shizuo shivering in agony as each slip of the blade tickles his flesh, further arousing him.
Izaya delights in the sensations he has caused Shizuo to experience.
This is probably one of the best ways he can get back at the brute for every single instance the raven had felt a pain in his rump the morning after.
Shizuo’s eyes close in concentration, trying his hardest to will his arousal down, but it is all in vain as they snap open again at the sensation of the water pelting his thighs.
If Izaya was done with his thighs, that meant he’d be moving onto his…
Shit.
Sure enough, the water glided up from his thighs to the juncture of his thighs striking his manhood mercilessly.
The warm water was torturous as it danced up and down, the spinning jet of the shower head alternating the way it hit. Izaya turned the small mechanism on the device making it so the water came out in one concentrated stream of wonderful pressure.
“Aaang. You a- ah- asshole, cut it out…aaaah!”
Izaya chuckled.
“I have no idea what you are talking about Shizu-chan. I am merely wetting your pubic hair so I can apply the shaving cream.
Shizuo’s hands twisted above his head as he arched his back, pushing his hips into the stream of water.
The coil in his stomach coiled tighter as he felt his release approaching. However, he was sorely disappointed when the water stream pulled away, and he remembered that damned cockring.
Sadist.
Shizuo glared down at Izaya.
Izaya just smirked.
Almost mechanically Izaya applied the cool shaving cream to his pubis. Once it was thoroughly coated instead of rinsing his hands as he had been doing, he grasped Shizuo’s cock with both hands firmly.
Shizuo immediately bucked up into the touch.
Izaya twisted his hands around the shaft and base, before pulling up in swift jerks, bringing the blonde to a writhing sweaty lump of flesh.
Again just as Shizuo was about to climax, Izaya released him.
Shizuo closed his eyes in frustration slamming his head back into the tiled walls of their shower.
“God dammit Izaya. Hurry this shit up and stop fucking around!”
Izaya tilted his head in mock question, “Doing what Shizu-chan~?”
“You know what!”
Izaya’s eyes widened in faux realization, “Oh you mean-“ Izaya grasped the shaving cream coated erection jerking up, “this~!”
Shizuo slammed his head back again.
“Yeees! THAT!”
Izaya thumb swiped the head, catching a bead of pre-cum.
Shrugging he released the length, “Okay.”
He pressed his palm up against Shizuo’s jutting hip bone, and leant closer so he can focus better on his task. Even if there was a raging hard-on almost pressing against his face.
Grasping the razor he followed the way the hair grew in, going in a down ward direction. If he had gone against the grain, Shizuo’s skin would surely become irritated. Well more irritated than his erection anyway.
Izaya felt rather than seen, Shizuo’s foot nudge his thighs apart.
Izaya glared up at Shizuo in annoyance.
“Don’t.”
Shizuo looked amused, “Don’t what?”
Shizuo’s tone was anything, but serious. It was mocking and childish.
“You know what I mean.”
Shizuo looked upwards at the ceiling in mock thought.
His big toe pressed against Izaya’s testicles teasingly.
“Oh…you mean thiiiis,” Shizuo grinned dragging his toe from Izaya’s testicles to the sensitive flesh under them.
Izaya’s hips bucked into Shizuo’s foot, a moan escaping his lips.
If that was how Shizuo wanted it, two could play this game.
Izaya made sure to direct all of his breaths onto Shizuo’s hardened length, as he revealed yet another stripe of flesh.
As he was rinsing the razor, he felt Shizuo’s toe press a little firmer on his perineum.
“Shizu-chan. I only have bit more left, so if you’d stop for a minute we can hurry this up, and you can fuck my brains out (though that will be near impossible since I have so much) after this.
Shizuo seemed to consider this, but the toe circling Izaya’s still sore entrance contradicted it.
“How about…nope.”
Izaya felt the toe press up, just barely breaching the twitching muscle of his rectum.
“Shizu-chan! Stop, feet are disgusting! Do you know where your feet have been? What kind of bacteria it’s walked through! What ge-aaaah~!”
Shizuo cut off Izaya, by using the heel of his opposite foot to rub the base of his half-erect dick, his toe pressing inside further.
Izaya returned back to his task, determined to get that last bit of hair remaining at the base of Shizuo’s cock. With shaky hands he swipes efficiently, as his breath becomes just a little more labored and he can feel the heat rushing to his face, in triumph.
He rinsed the razor, and then tossed it aside as he directs the water back at Shizuo’s cock, pummeling the hardened flesh with the pressurized water.
Shizuo arches up into the water, and his feet dig just a little harder into Izaya, causing him to moan and shudder his knees turning to jelly as he falls into Shizuo’s chest.
“Untie me, flea,” Shizuo pants, bringing his chin to rest near Izaya’s ear.
Izaya nods as Shizuo’s toe curls slightly within him, the opposite heel pressing into his balls in a circular motion.
Izaya grasps his flickblade, using it to cut the main rope holding Shizuo’s arms suspended.
Now that he feels the lax in the rope, Shizuo pulls his wrists apart easily breaking the remaining rope, as he dives at Izaya, removing his feet.
Izaya’s back presses into the tiled floor of the shower, as Shizuo’s mouth melds to his own, positioned between his spread legs. Shizuo grasps Izaya’s wrists bring them to either side of his head, fingers lacing. The tiles are cold, but the steady stream of the water coming from the shower head resting beside them is warm, and contrasts nicely on Izaya’s back.
Shizuo grounds his hips down into Izaya’s roughly.
Izaya gasps into Shizuo’s mouth, hips arching sharply upwards as his back arcs.
Shizuo releases one of Izaya’s hands, to run a hand down the pale expanse of Izaya’s lithe form. His hand grasps the erection, and Izaya can’t help but moan loudly. Shizuo gladly swallows the moans as his hand rubs, slides, and jerks the hardened flesh bringing it to full hardness. When he feels the tell-tale signs of Izaya’s oncoming climax he lets go. Sliding his hand down to cup Izaya’s firm cheeks, gently spreading him open.
Shizuo’s remaining hand travels from Izaya’s palm to his bicep, shoulder, and chest. Shizuo’s hand rubs firmly along the warm flesh, his thumb brushing a hardened nub, before he pinches it lightly between two fingers, rolling it. Izaya mewls and squirms.
Shizuo relinquishes the nub, rubbing down the sternum to the ribcage, his hand dipping and rising with each bone he passes, along the curve of Izaya’s hips. His fingers gliding pass the erection to the twitching orifice.
His finger lightly circles, feeling the shape of the pucker appreciatively, before slipping in quickly. Izaya bucks his hips as the finger pushes against his prostate. Shizuo swiftly slips in another, scissoring the opening open. His fingers curl and he twists his wrist relishing the way it is so warm, tight, and wet within. Izaya tears his mouth away from Shizuo’s to pant and moan wantonly.
“Shizu-chan…just hurry up and fuck me already!”
Shizuo reaches up and removes the cock ring.
“Beg for it, Izaya,” he groans huskily, his head burrowed beneath Izaya’s earlobe. He licks a thin line up Izaya’s throat to the fleshly lobe of his ear, where he nibbles gently. Izaya shudders.
Izaya lifts his hands from beside his head, where they’d been clenching uselessly from the onslaught of pleasure, and brings them to his ass. He places his fingers near the rim of his ass, where Shizuo’s fingers are nestled deeply (a third one slipping in), and spreads himself open.
“Shizu-chan…I want your cock…please..fuck me..ooh nng.. fuck me until I’m pregnant.”
Shizuo chuckled against Izaya’s neck, lips moving sensually, “You can’t get pregnant flea.”
“That’s..the…poi-aaang-nt Shizu-ooh. Fuck me for..ev-aaahnng -er.”
Shizuo shook his head, in amusement, but decided he’d let it go. He couldn’t tolerate much more torture anyway.
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