DRRR! KINK MEME: FIll "Trichotillomania - Part 3/3" - Shizuo/Izaya
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing: Shizuo Heiwajima/Izaya Orihara
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Removal of Body hair
Original Prompt: link
Part 1 Part 2
T r I c h o t I l l o m a n I a
Re;Cap:
Shizuo glances over at Izaya, brow arching in question.
“What’s wrong,” he asks, lips brushing the sweaty flesh.
The smile never drops from his face as he says the taboo words, “Can you shave from your hips down?”
“Hell no.”
“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."
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.”
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.
“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.
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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Retracting his fingers, he hooked Izaya’s legs over his hips, sitting up at full height.
Izaya mewled at the loss of friction within him, but cried out in surprise when without warning Shizuo thrust himself to the hilt, with a smooth roll of his hips.
Izaya’s hands release his ass, coming to grapple at the slick tiles uselessly from the warmth throbbing within him. Shizuo groans from above him. Izaya’s legs slide from Shizuo’s hips, the backs of his thighs rubbing smoothly against Shizuo’s slick hairless legs. The new sensation of hairless flesh against his is almost, but not quite orgasmic.
Thank goodness he shaved Shizuo. This was fantastic!
Shizuo pulls back until only the head of his cock is partially peaking from Izaya’s entrance, before slamming it all back in at once, hips angled to hit that perfect spot within Izaya.
Izaya’s scream echoes along the walls of their bathroom, as he lifts his hips to meet Shizuo’s.
Immediately Shizuo pulls out again, and pummels right back in rapidly. The pace would have Izaya sliding along the floor with each thrust, had Shizuo’s hands not anchored themselves on his hips, pulling him into the thrusts as he thrusts in. Izaya gasps and arches pathetically shuddering from the sensation over drive.
Shizuo revels in the wonderful image of Izaya flushed, sweating, and panting/screaming his name wantonly, as the water from the shower glistens brightly in the lighting of the room. Shizuo’s attention is caught by a water droplet cascading along the curve of Izaya’s chin to the dip in his clavicle. His eyes roam down the heaving chest, and bucking hips to where the two are coupled. Shizuo loves the sight of his cock submerging deep within Izaya, and the way Izaya’s eyes clench shut from euphoria.
Izaya’s walls are tightening around him.
Shizuo isn’t ready to come yet, but he wants to see Izaya’s face as the feelings crash over him. He quickens his thrusts, sure to hit Izaya’s prostate dead center. He isn’t disappointed when Izaya’s mouth drops open, eyebrows knitting, and a full body shudder break out over his body, his feet spasm against Shizuo’s ass, as he releases across Shizuo’s chest and abs.
It’s beautiful.
Fucking breath taking.
Shizuo slows his thrusts to a slow, but firm rhythm. Not quite allowing Izaya to catch his breath and recover. Izaya whimpers as he feels the arousal return, Shizuo’s cock lightly brushing his prostate. Teasingly.
“We’re not done yet,” Shizuo says huskily in the sexiest bedroom voice Izaya ever heard.
Izaya knows this. The throbbing organ within him won’t allow him to forget.
Shizuo speeds up thrusting shallowly. Izaya’s eyes roll into the back of his, eyes closing as soft moans escape.
Shizuo’s eyes land on the shower head sitting a few feet from him.
Izaya had used it on him earlier. So why shouldn’t he use it on Izaya?
The sound Izaya makes when the water hits him is a sound Shizuo wouldn’t mind hearing every day and minute of his life.
“What are you -aaah - doing Shizu-oooh yeah right there…more?”
Shizuo doesn’t answer and allows the water to stimulate Izaya’s nipples. Shizuo knows that the sensation earlier of the water shifting constantly was heavenly, and he was nowhere near as sensitive as Izaya was. So he couldn’t imagine the euphoric waves the water caused as Izaya arched into the water, mewling, nails dragging dully on the floor.
He lets a hand drift up to torment the opposite nipple, thumbing it, twisting it, pulling it. Izaya was beside himself with pleasure. How could he handle the triple stimulation of Shizuo’s cock within him, the shower head, and Shizuo’s talented fingers? Answer: he couldn’t.
When he was about to cum, Shizuo did something unexpected. He stopped tormenting the nipple slipping the cock ring he had worn earlier around the base of Izaya’s cock.
“How does it feel to be teased and denied, louse?”
Izaya whined pitifully as his climax was denied.
Shizuo continued his firm thrusts, the speed increasing as he was closing in on his own climax. He purposefully missed striking Izaya’s prostate, choosing to merely brush it very lightly as he enjoyed the scene of Izaya squirming and writhing, head shaking frantically back in forth, hips bucking upwards trying to reach his climax.
He chuckled darkly.
“You didn’t answer yet, louse.”
Izaya looked up at Shizuo pleadingly.
Why were they regressing into their previous hateful selves? Didn’t they get pass all the insults and violence, to become the loving couple they were today?
Answer: Izaya’s sadistic nature resurface earlier, and now Shizuo was taking his own cruel revenge.
“Please! Shizu-chan let me - oooh GOD - cum!” Izaya panted, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes.
Shizuo redirected the shower head from Izaya’s nipples to the base of Izaya’s cock. Izaya moaned loudly, his back arching high as his head snapped back in pleasure.
“Are you going to tease me like you did today ever again?”
Izaya started babbling incoherently words like , “No, never,” but Shizuo knew they weren’t true.
This wasn’t the first time Izaya had teased him mercilessly.
“I don’t believe you,” Shizuo grunted as he dragged the water up the shaft of Izaya’s manhood until the water pummeled the purpled head, where pre-cum leaked from the slit.
Izaya’s body began to spasm in over drive due to the over stimulation.
Too much! Too much!
It’s too much! I’m going to die before
this is over with!
“Please. Shizuo-“ Izaya cried out in pained pleasure, “ Let me cum! I need to cum! Please, please, please! I won’t do it again!” Izaya’s tirade was interrupted by his multiple cries, moans, and mewls.
He grasped Shizuo’s forearms, drawing the man’s eyes to his own.
Tears had collected in the sanguine depths, and overflowed corkscrew lashes. The flushed, and needy countenance consumed Shizuo’s sight, as he used his free hand to stroke Izaya’s cheek lovingly.
Drool leaked from the corners of Izaya’s mouth.
Shizuo’s eyes wondered back from Izaya’s swollen lips to his eyes.
With a small whimper, Izaya begged, “Please, Shizuo, let me cum-“ Izaya’s head snapped back, his eyes rolling back into his head, as a shudder enveloped him .
Shizuo pleased reached between them, and removed Izaya’s cockring.
“Izaya, look at me.”
Izaya’s eyes fluttered open, locking with Shizuo’s.
“Shizuo…”
Shizuo never once removed the water jet from Izaya’s cock, but he still managed to lean down and kiss the wanton raven beneath him.
He pistons his hips roughly, with the full intention of ending this soon for both of their sakes. Izaya’s hands traveled from Shizuo’s forearms to curl around his neck, tugging tightly at the blonde hair there.
Within seconds, the building pressure within the two of them is released, and they cry each other’s names into their mouths. Between the two of them Izaya’s release is spurted on their stomach’s and chests. Shizuo’s release coated Izaya’s insides with his sticky seed.
Had Izaya been a girl, Shizuo was sure he’d have gotten pregnant (just as he had begged) from the sheer amount.
The two lie there panting, hearts pounding a mile a minute, as the water from the shower head rinsed Izaya’s release from their bodies.
“Izaya, you okay?”
Izaya opened his eyes, his face red from their activities, as he smiled tiredly.
“I’m perfect Shizu-chan,” he whispers
Shizuo smiles, pushing himself up onto his elbows, his softening cock still nestled within Izaya snugly. His hand brushes some stray hair from Izaya’s eyes, trailing from is forehead to cup his sweaty cheek. He leans down to kiss those perfect lips in contentment, as Izaya’s eyes flutter close.
Izaya’s arms weakly hold Shizuo’s neck.
When they separate, Shizuo smiles softly.
“Well, it’s a good thing we are in the bathroom, because now we need a shower.”
Izaya rolls his eyes.
“You can take a shower, I’m going to take a bath. There is no way I can stand at the moment.”
Shizuo chuckles.
The sound to Izaya is one of the things he enjoys most. Shizuo’s laugh reminded him of warm sunny days in the sun. Perfect and warm.
“Fair enough. How about I join you then, after I rinse us off?”
Izaya nods tiredly.
Shizuo pushes himself up, his cock sliding out with a slosh sound, (already missing Izaya’s warmth), and grabs the shower head, readjusting the setting so it was a gentle flow of water that would just lightly drizzle over them. He rinses Izaya off, gently spreading the abused flesh open, as he allows the water to lightly rinse Shizuo’s essence from his rear, where some had leaked out.
Izaya moans tiredly. He was sore.
Shizuo finishes up quickly, shutting off the water. He leaves, and though Izaya’s eyes are closed he can see in his mind Shizuo preparing their bath, as he hears the sounds.
Minutes pass, and Izaya is almost asleep when he is picked up in warm arms, and gently carried. His eyes open, as he feels the two of them sink into the warm water of their bubble bath.
Izaya sighs contentedly as he snuggles into Shizuo’s broad chest.
To think this all started because he had finally snapped about Shizuo’s body hair. Izaya rubbed his legs against Shizuo’s smooth legs under the water happily.
Nothing could get better than this.
Shizuo’s hand comes up to lightly tussle Izaya’s sweat matted hair affectionately.
Izaya is nearly asleep when he remembers something.
“Hey, Shizu-chan.”
“Hm?”
“I wasn’t done with you yet.”
“You want another round?” Shizuo sounds incredulous.
“No! I meant shaving...”
Shizuo gulped audibly. “What do you mean you weren’t done?” Shizuo asks concerned.
Izaya turns and pushes himself up on wobbly limbs so he is resting his head on his arms on Shizuo’s chest. He is more or less lying down on Shizuo, than sitting up.
“I meant, I didn’t finish shaving you.”
“You did. You shaved my legs, thighs, and pubes,” Shizuo arches a brow in confusion.
“Nope. I missed two spots.”
Shizuo is sure he doesn’t want to know the answer, but asks anyway.
“Where?”
Izaya grins his Wonderland smile as his eyes curve upwards, slowly closing.
“One, the back of your thighs.”
“Uh-huh…”
“And where else,”
Izaya’s eyes open, and Shizuo can swear the water just chilled ten degrees.
He watches as Izaya dips a hand into the water, bypassing Shizuo’s cock, to fondle his balls.
“Well here for one, and-“ Izaya drops the testicles, his hand sliding further downward, brushing Shizuo’s hole “here, for two.”
“Aren’t they fine the way they are?” Shizuo asks nervously.
Izaya’s eyes glint maliciously.
“Not when it is my turn to top they aren’t.”
“Then…you will never top again.”
Izaya’s smile was the creepiest one he’d ever seen.
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The following week Shizuo lamented the loss of his hair, as he was cuddling under their blankets, ass sore. Izaya walked out of the bathroom with the air of satisfaction as he bounced on to the bed.
“Cheer up Shizu-chan, it wasn’t so bad was it?”
“I’m never waxing again, you hear that you damned flea!”
“You liked the after sex though, and the rimming,” Izaya chirped, peeking under the blankets. Shizuo’s face flushed, but he didn’t deny it. Perhaps Izaya will top more if he continues to give Shizuo rim jobs…
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Trichotillomania:
- noun. Psychiatry.
a compulsion to pull out one's hair.
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