“And just what do you think you’re doing?” The raven tried to tug away so he could make a run for it, but was stopped as the other continued to caress his face. His held tilted as the blonde host’s breath ghosted over his ear. “Nn—-I wouldn’t give you the pleasure. Now leave me be. I have..important matters to attend to.” Again, he backed up to place distance between them, rubbing at his own cheeks as his skin still tingled from the other’s touches.
“Hmph.”
The distance placed between them was like that of a call. Instead of pushing Delic away it only spur’s the host forward, to keep trying even as the informant resist’s. After all, distance meant little so long as the other was still here. If he ever left completely, the rejection would be evident. Yet still something kept the male’s feet rooted upon the ground, keeping him from turning his back on the host.
“More important than seeing me? I’m hurt, Orihara-san.”
Delic walked slowly around the host, watching as the other’s eyes followed him, before suddenly sliding close. “Now you have to heal the wound.” The blond’s hand moved behind Izaya so that fingers could gently scratch than the male’s spine down towards the small of his back.
“Or else however will I be able to get back to work in this pained condition?”
Something in the informant caused him to stay. Curiosity..something. But whatever it was, he gave into it and stared the host directly in the eyes as he moved in a circle around him. “Anything’s more important than seeing you.” His words shot out like daggers. The anger was mostly directed at himself, furious he was allowing things to turn so sour. Why did he continue, he shot out coarse words again. “You can heal your own wounds without me.” With a deep breath, he tried to gain his composure, which was interrupted by the blonde’s fliratious hands once more! “Ah—Don’t touch me!” Izaya’s slender back arched as tingles danced up his spine.
