It was annoying, if Izaya were honest. To think about other people in a moment like this, a moment that frankly, should be soft and without much emotion but it was far too full of it. He hated the idea of Iza thinking of anyone else, that wasn’t him. “Who do you see right now?”

The hand that was on Izaya’s face tenses. It was obvious to Iza that Izaya wanted to kiss him, especially how the informant’s gaze seemed to examine him. Iza didn’t try to take his hand that was pinned to the bed, turning his head almost laughing. He didn’t want to look at Izaya’s face, especially when he had this expression that almost looked as if he were hesitant. It was the kind of expression Iza had seen before, one where Izaya seemed to be doubting himself. “What kind of question is that?”

Izaya hums, his hand moved from Iza’s face to his neck then to his chest again. He rested his hand on the part where he could feel how quickly Iza’s heart was racing. “Is answering a question really that hard for you, Kitten? Sometimes you can be good, yeah? Especially with how you are right now. C’mon, tell me.” Then Izaya leaned forward again, pressing a soft chaste kiss onto Iza’s cheek, moving up to his ear to softly bite. He gently blew air into it seeing how it flicked. It was too easy to make Iza squirm, trill and give small mers of contentment. He knew just how much of a comfort-creature Iza was and how much he craved this type of soft affection. Of course, it was never hard to push Iza toward the direction he wanted; to get Iza to do what he wanted at the end of it.

“Ny.. don’t make me say it.” Iza spoke, a soft whine emitting from him as Izaya’s hand began to tease and touch at a hardened nipple. His free hand moved from Izaya’s face down to his shoulder, kneading at the fabric.

“Ooh? Is it me?” Izaya tried again, this time asking in a soft tone, paired with the soft kisses that he pressed onto Iza’s temple and scaled down to Iza’s neck. He didn't see it, but he could tell that Iza outstretched one of his legs, clearing, enjoying and perhaps cracking under the soft touch.

It was rare. 

Rare as in, something like this happens once a month and truthfully, Iza was fine with it. It was something he wanted to have happen, even if it meant he would have to give up some of his pride, but there was nothing wrong with what he felt. Especially now that he gets to have Izaya all to himself. Perhaps not in the sense of something emotional; God knew how he felt. And God wasn’t one to love one person. No, God loved everyone. He could never love one being.

But was it so wrong to wish for that? To wish that, perhaps, he could get everything he wanted from God? It was hard to give himself away, especially to someone like Izaya, but wasn’t it just as hard for Izaya to do the exact same thing? Iza didn’t know, it was hard to think now that Izaya bit his neck. 

Rare as in, something like this happens once a month and truthfully, Iza was fine with it. It was something he wanted to have happen, even if it meant he would have to give up some of his pride, but there was nothing wrong with what he felt. Especially now that he gets to have Izaya all to himself. Perhaps not in the sense of something emotional; God knew how he felt. And God wasn’t one to love one person. No, God loved everyone. He could never love one being.

But was it so wrong to wish for that? To wish that, perhaps, he could get everything he wanted from God? It was hard to give himself away, especially to someone like Izaya, but wasn’t it just as hard for Izaya to do the exact same thing? Iza didn’t know, it was hard to think now that Izaya bit his neck.

Iza’s observation on Izaya

“It’s not like he is a bad guy or anything, he’s just misunderstood. Even I can understand he is misunderstood.