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The snow flakes are drifting softly in the wind as Shizuo makes his way to Izaya's apartment, wearing a coat over his usual bartender outfit upon the insistence of one fur coat obsessed menace. Feeling the soft fleece lining the pockets, the thick material keeping the cold from seeping in, it's rather hard to stay mad at him. That's the thing about them, isn't it? Just as he riles Shizuo up, Izaya can also calm him down like no other.  Under his heel salt crunches, the endless whites of the sky fading away to the grey of concrete, and yet they won't stop falling, dancing merrily despite their advancing end. 

Perhaps Shizuo should take them as an example. Well, it's not his end that's approaching, or more accurately that he is willingly getting closer to with each and every step, and yet he can't help the nerves twisting his stomach. 

It's been a while since he was this nervous about meeting Izaya. In the beginning, sure, they would dance around each other with words unspoken, whispers hidden behind smiles and little gestures. But with time their connection grew, as did their certainty. He still remembers their first kiss, shortly followed by the first time he's ever said 'I love you'. Shizuo meant it back then and yet he can't help but think the words grow truer with every day, whether they spend it together or he's left desperately missing Izaya's affection. 

He won't be missing it today, that's for sure. It's the 27th of January, the day before his birthday, and he has made a special wish to his lover. That's right, Shizuo asked for this. He wanted this. So why is he still so damn anxious? 

Izaya has done this so many times, he has seen him do it, he knows it won't hurt, knows it will be good and yet he cannot seem to convince his own body to relax.

The moment he catches sight of the high rise building there's a part of him that just wants to turn around, to head back past his workplace and to the shitty flat he calls home. But that would mean not getting to see Izaya. Worse, it would mean standing Izaya up and he damn well knows how sensitive the flea can get with these sorts of things. 

So he enters the building, shaking off stray snowflakes in the entryway. It doesn't usually snow around this time in Tokyo but it's not like he could complain, certainly not with the warm jacket keeping any hint of cold at bay. Perhaps even in more ways than just physical. The ride in the elevator seems to take eternity and pass by in the blink of an eye at the same time. Logically such a sentence wouldn't make sense, but when has Shizuo ever been logical?

His fingers flutter over the doorbell. Sure, he could just get in with the card he used on the elevator, but this way Izaya will be there when he gets in. This way he can hug Shizuo faster, and he really wants a hug right now. 

The door opens to reveal Izaya, wearing a fluffy black sweater and light pants. For a moment every bit of stress leaves his body as he rushes to take off the jacket and slip off his shoes, to finally find himself wrapped in deceptively strong arms. It's not the kind of strength Shizuo carries, but that does nothing to diminish it. 

These arms have fought for Shizuo, they have protected him, rescued him and it is here and only here that he knows with all of his being that he is safe. 

So it's only natural that he'd go stiff at the loss of them as Izaya pulls back to look at him. 

"Welcome back Shizu-chan"  

He says it like the most natural thing in the world, and it's a familiarity that makes his heart ache. He's home. Truly home and after a lonely night on his futon it only feels that much warmer. 

"I'm home" 

It's the wrong order of things, and doesn't that fit them in the best sort of ways? Always doing things wrong, or well differently than they're supposed to. Izaya understands this. He understands him, in a way no one else can. 

His words are graced with a smile, the real type of smile, the one that crinkles his eyes in the most adorable way, so far removed from the mask of a smirk he used to wear around him. It's almost enough to make him forget about being nervous. Almost. 

Izaya pulls him further into the apartment, playfully shoving him onto the couch. Well, it's not like he could ever really push Shizuo if he didn't let himself be pushed. He's once again struck with a ridiculous case of longing as Izaya doesn't move to join him, soft steps leading away from him and he's just about to complain when he turns to see him returning with two steaming cups in his hand, and the smell of hot chocolate hits him. 

"Thought you could use some warming up after running around in the snow all day" 

Shizuo gratefully takes his cup. A fancy oversized thing in white and blue, contrasting the rest of Izaya's black dishes. He hated the idea at first, too scared that he'd end up breaking the fragile porcelain. But Izaya insisted. And truth be told, he has grown rather fond of the idea. Not that he'd tell him that. Not that he'd need to tell him, the knowing glint in his eye as Izaya finally sits down next to him enough to give it away. 

"And what have you done to earn this cup? If I get mine for running around all day?"

Teasing was something he had to get used to at first, especially given that it seems to be Izaya's native tongue. But turns out with a little practice, it wasn't as hard as he imagined it to be

"Why, I earned it by working all day. Not to mention standing watch on the window to make sure it would be ready the minute my boyfriend walks in. He should consider himself lucky ne~" 

He sets the cup down for a moment to snuggle closer to Izaya, to feel the soft fabric of his clothes, to smell his stupidly overpriced stupidly nice shampoo. 

"He's lucky indeed" 

The sincerity of the words earns him a light blush, and sure enough he closes what little distance was left between them, careful to not spill the hot milk all over them. 

Soft lips meet his, a fleeting kiss before he's met with crimson eyes, staring right at him like he's something precious. Like many things, it was something Shizuo took some time to get used to. Just how he would get used to what was about to happen. Which was a little odd, because nothing of their current situation seemed like it was leading up to it. A fleeting thought crossed his mind. 

"You didn't forget, did you?"

He doesn't even know what answer he'd like to receive. Yes I forgot, let's do it another day? So he'd have to be nervous twice? And yet the thought of going through with it was nerve-wracking as well. God, how did Izaya put up with this? 

"I hope you didn't expect me to just jump you the second you walk in. I'd like to imagine you have a slightly better image of me by now" 

Still playful, but there was a hint of something else below that smile now. Concern? Insecurity? Shizuo wasn't certain. 

"I know, it's just. . . Well. You know."

How was he supposed to know anything from that hopeless stammering? The twist in his stomach spiked painfully, his shoulder subconsciously hunching inwards as his gaze rested on the mug back in his hands. 

"Shizu-chan" 

A nickname he once hated, though now he could not explain why even with his life on the line. It's spoken in a soft voice, a voice Izaya reserved for the selected few he considered important to him. It's enough to get him to look back up, to meet Izaya's eyes. 

"I know you're nervous. And that's fine, in truth I would be a little concerned if you weren't. But please remember that you don't have to do any of this. I would like to of course, but I will not be mad nor disappointed if you don't. It's entirely your choice, and I support you in that."

Of course he knows this. Of course he knows Izaya will stand by him. But that does little to ease the fluttering in his stomach, reminding him a little too much of standing in line at a rollercoaster. Shizuo decides to take a page out of his lover's handbook, deflecting the earnestness. 

"And just how long did it take you to come up with that little speech?" 

For one short glorious moment he gets to enjoy Izaya's flabbergasted face, before amusement settles back in, another gentle kiss being placed on his lips. 

"Well then, since my words of wisdom are so needlessly wasted on you, why don't you tell me about your day?" 

With that sentence, Shizuo could finally figure out the nefarious scheme in front of him. He's trying to distract him, to give him a chance to relax before continuing further. And yet it wouldn't be Izaya if he'd just say so openly. Even his so-called 'words of wisdom' were rather out of place in their normal day to day conversation. 

Izaya showing genuine concern was rare, but it was done with a level of care that Shizuo would label angelic. The soft stories whispered to him during a panic attack. The dutiful attendance when he was sick or injured. Their rarity made these moments that much more special, and this one was no exception.

And so he let Izaya distract him, venting about the day he's had and the debtor's they've visited. A hand brushes through blonde hair, another softly running over his back, drawing circles and flowers and other shapes Shizuo does not care to determine. 

By the time he sets the empty cup down on the coffee table in front of him, he feels considerably calmer, the warmth of affection swelling inside him and spilling into another kiss. It lasts longer than the previous ones, and he can taste the dark, unsweetened chocolate on Izaya's lips, a nimble tongue running over his mouth before being granted access. 

The hand on his back moves lower, fingers resting on his hip just above his belt. Izaya was always a little hesitant with initiating these sorts of things, and yet all Shizuo wants at this moment is for that hand to move lower. He breaks away from the kiss, the need for breath overtaking his request to do so for long enough that Izaya speaks first. 

"Bedroom?" 

A quick nod, and he finds himself pulled to his feet and up the ramp leading to the bedroom. Well, one of the bedrooms. The bedroom Shizuo had come to think of as theirs rather than Izaya's. Shutting the door behind them, Izaya's hand has still to let go of his, using it instead to pull him in once more, chests pressing together as their lips meet again. 

He couldn't help it. Kissing Izaya was addictive, more so than nicotine. And yet he would never even attempt to quit it. No, this vice he'll indulge without hesitation nor guilt. 

He wants more, wants him now so why won't he let himself be pushed onto the oversized bed? Izaya's hands are firm on his side, keeping them standing in the middle of the room if only because of Shizuo's willingness to listen to him. He breaks away from the kiss to look at him.

"Izaya?" 

There's a hesitant look on his face, a look that's so rare in his day to day and yet Shizuo has come to know it over these past months as the 'i want to be romantic but I'm afraid of doing something wrong' look usually reserved for right before Izaya requests a hug, or makes him a compliment. A look he knows will only bring good things. So the answer he receives leaves him a bit stunned. 

"Perhaps you'd like to take a shower first?" 

What? Was this — he wasn't sweaty was he? Sure, he spent all day at work but today did not involve a lot of running or heavy lifting, not to mention that the cold temperature made it even more unlikely. Izaya never complained about anything of the sort before, so why now? 

And just as the thoughts in his head are running wild, Izaya seems to catch on to what he just said. 

"I just thought it could help you relax a bit more. I wasn't trying to insinuate anything, you know I would have just told you so." 

It's a plausible excuse at first glance, yet Shizuo knows Izaya too well to not look beyond that, to not recognise the little signs

"Why are you lying to me" 

If he wasn't sure of it before, he certainly is now with the way Izaya's gaze flinches from his to the floor. To his surprise he can make out a faint blush on his neck. Just what is going on? He's about to ask, the quiet between them unnerving, as Izaya stammers 

"I . . . I wanted to . . . I thought it might be nice if i —"

"Izaya" 

Cutting off the nervous rambling, Shizuo lighty grips his face to tilt it back towards him, to look into crimson eyes, looking that much more gorgeous shaded by the red on his cheeks.

"I wanted to light some candles. Putting them on before you arrive would have been a fire hazard, but i just thought if i could distract you for a little i could make it look nicer for you" 

And just like that any stress melts away once again, as if he could ever be anything even remotely mad in the face of Izaya acting genuinely insecure. He tends to cover it, and cover it well. 

"You know you could have just said that idiot" 

It's barely an insult for all the venom it lacks, accompanied by another hug, fingers digging into the soft sweater. Izaya is stiff at first, he always is after saying things like this but it's not long before he relaxes into the hug. Well, nice to know he's not the only one acting nervous tonight. 

The blush still graces Izaya's face as he gently guides Shizuo to sit on the bed before taking a box from a drawer and starting to place and light candles around the room. The curtains are half drawn, the last remains of daylight slipping under the skyline to awaken again tomorrow. It's not long until the entire room is cast in a warm glow, the soft scent of lavender in the air. 

He can't help the smile on his face. Of course this wasn't necessary. Of course he'd have proceeded without it. And yet here his lover was, trying so hard to make it nice for him.

If there's one thing about Izaya he's learned it's that he will go the extra mile to make it perfect. And if he has to drag himself through the mud to get there. A quality that could be endearing and enraging depending on the extent to which he pushes himself. 

Watching Izaya, Shizuo lazily removes his bowtie and vest, moving back to lean on the pillows. The room did look nice, smelled nice yet his attention was focused on Izaya himself, turning around to watch him with deep eyes, a look that speaks without speaking. 

He moves onto the bed, onto Shizuo, taking his place on his lap as naturally as in his beloved swivel chair. And of course it's natural, it's right for him to be like this, for them to be together like this. It fit in a way nothing else ever had. 

Perhaps Shizuo should be saying something, should be telling Izaya he appreciates the effort he's taking. And yet Shizuo knew that for his extraordinary way with words, or perhaps because of it, Izaya would never value them as much as action. 

And so he pulls him in, pulls him closer until not even a sheet of paper fits between them, and suddenly the very fabric that had kept him warm throughout the day was nothing more than a nuisance. 

Their lips meet once more, hot breath against his lips and Izaya seems to be of the very same opinion as he creates just enough space for nimble fingers to undo the buttons on Shizuo's shirt. But it's not enough, not with Izaya still fully dressed. So he pulls away from their kiss to lift the fabric over raven hair, shedding his own shirt just a moment later. 

Finally his hands meet bare skin, moving along a slim, scarred torso. They both have their fair share of scars, marks that may be considered unsightly to someone else but for him, only added to Izaya's beauty. They tell a story of his strength, of his resilience, of all the battles he's survived. A gentle brush across his chest reminds him that a significant amount of these scars were inflicted fighting each other. 

A kiss reminds him that such things are of the past. 

Before he knows it there's a tongue dancing around his, and Shizuo may not have much comparison but it doesn't surprise him that Izaya would excel in anything he puts his mind to, including kissing. A hand buries into blonde hair, a leg shifts in between his and he finds himself moaning, the sound muted by soft lips on his. 

Shizuo tugs on Izaya's belt, who thankfully gets the message and recedes just far enough to smirk down at him. He takes off his own pants. Shizuo's following shortly; the fabric sliding down his legs and exposing pale skin. 

Leaning down, Izaya ghosts light kisses on his waits, slowly making his way upwards, the motion accompanied by gentle brushes of fingertips on skin, making Shizuo inhale sharply. His hands find Izaya's shoulders, the pronounced bones reminding him not to press too tightly. Pulling him upwards is met with resistance and he can't help a whine slipping out. 

"Izaya" 

His own voice sounds deeper in his ear, breathier than usual. And yet it is nothing compared to the sensual teasing whisper of Izaya

"Are we being impatient again" 

A look is all it takes to make his lover grab the lube from the nightstand drawer, laying it on the bed before moving to pull down Shizuo's briefs excruciatingly slowly, pulling another whine from his throat. Patience has never been his virtue, and it never will be. 

As soon as the offending fabric joins the rest of their discarded clothes he pulls Izaya in for another kiss, grinding against exposed skin. It isn't long before Izaya pulls back once more, settling between Shizuo's legs and grabbing the lube. 

He warms it with his fingers first, the way he had taught Shizuo to do when they had first started this chapter in their relationship. The feeling of a finger pad resting on his entrance makes him think that in a way, they're starting another one today. 

The feeling of something inside him was still foreign to him, having only tried to do so by himself recently. But now it wasn't his own finger pressing in, it was Izaya's. His hands were noticeably thinner, the first finger slipping in without resistance, moving inside of him to stretch the muscles. The second one takes a little more coaxing, gently presses to the entrance, massaging in a circling motion before pushing in, a soft gasp leaving Shizuo's lips. 

Izaya smiles down on him, and it's a type of smile that makes him want to hide his face with a pillow. It doesn't help that the fingers inside of him are still moving, stretching him open and threatening to unleash more sounds from him. 

"Hurry" 

The request is useless, he knows so, knows how many times he himself has denied it in the past. And yet he still makes it. As if to rub salt in the wound, Izaya actually halts. 

"Are you not enjoying yourself Shizu-chan?" 

It's spoken in a teasing manner, but he sees the concern underneath it. Crimson eyes darting over his body, too fast to be just appreciative. 

"I just want you to hurry" 

A smile graces Izaya's lips, leaning down while continuing the movement of his fingers

"You know why I can't do that. But don't worry, I'll make you feel good soon enough." 

Just as he says these words, his fingers curl, brushing over a spot deep inside of Shizuo and sending sparks of pleasure through his body. His vision remains unaffected enough to make out Izaya's shit eating grin. He's about to protest when another finger enters him, the stretch now noticeable but not painful. 

Fuck this feels good, no wonder Izaya makes the noises he does when they're fucking. 

And if this is only from his fingers he can't wait until Izaya's dick is inside him, filling him up. And he'd make him feel good as well, Shizuo knew damn well how fucking good it felt to put his dick inside Izaya's ass, it's only fair he'd get to experience this too. They'd both get to experience this, together. 

"Izaya" 

The name slips from his mouth without intention, his hand a second too late in muffing it out. For one terrible moment all he can think of is how fucking weird he sounds, insecurity churning his stomach. 

But then he sees Izaya. Looking at him with such pure adoration in his eyes, his breath coming out unsteady. His unoccupied hand gripped a little tighter on Shizuo's hip. 

Inside of him, the fingers move faster, his legs opening further as if to invite him in. And the invitation is accepted, fingers retreating out of him to make space. He tries to not think of it as a loss, to not miss the feeling inside of him, but he fails, too impatient for what's about to come. 

Izaya isn't as big as him and to be honest he's rather glad about it, he's nervous enough as it is with the size about to enter him. 

Feeling the tip press against him, Shizuo can't help but tense up again. Thankfully Izaya notices, taking his time to gently rub against the ring of muscle, one hand running over his body in a soothing motion. 

Their eyes meet and he knows this is it, the moment he's been looking forward to and dreading at the same. Izaya pushes inside him and for once he isn't upset with how slow he does it, the sensation of being filled taking his focus entirely, so much better than his fingers, so much hotter. The friction filling him up centimetre by centimetre. Shizuo can feel their hips connecting, feel Izaya buried inside of him to the hilt. He clenches down on instinct, the tightness pulling a deep groan from both of them. 

"Try to relax a little ne?" 

There it is again. Izaya's way of voicing concern, teasingly as if saying what he's actually thinking would expose too much, even laying naked as they are. 

But he's voicing it, and that's already much progress from where they've started. 

"I'm trying" 

Relaxing his muscles is not as easy as he thought it would be, more used to being under tension. But he can feel himself slowly adjusting, helped by gentle caresses along his left arm and soothing kisses on his collarbones. 

Shizuo always hates this moment when he's topping, being engulfed by tight heat but not supposed to move yet. But now more than ever he's very glad to have taken that time in the past. In fact he's pretty sure he's taking longer than Izaya usually does, or maybe it just feels longer, he's not sure. A tongue darts over his skin, the fingers on his arm travelling upwards to brush through bleached hair. 

"Move" 

It feels like an eternity has passed, and he's unsure whether this overwhelming pressure will actually recede any more or if it'll get better with movement. He makes the request regardless. 

"Not yet Shizu-chan" 

The reply leaves him confused, gaping up at Izaya with wide eyes. He in turn leans down further, until his lips align with Shizuo's ear. 

"I said I'd make you feel good so don't go and sabotage me. It's going to get better in a moment." 

He's being unusually earnest, even for when they're having sex. Perhaps his hope that Izaya will learn to speak freely with him won't remain unfulfilled for as long as he thought. 

Waiting for a moment longer, Izaya continued to pet him and just as he said, the pressure does get more manageable. It's still hot, and he'll take some getting used to it for sure. Yet when Izaya slowly pulls away the friction sends pleasure through his body, hands grabbing onto the sheets. 

Izaya's thrusts are slow and steady, his pupils wide to the point only a thin ring of crimson remains, focused on him. Shizuo can feel himself get weak under this gaze, wanting to just give in, to surrender himself completely. His own hips move upwards, and Izaya takes this as a sign to slightly pick up the pace. He is shifting inside of him, angling himself in different ways with a focused expression. 

For a moment Shizuo doesn't catch on, until a hand grips his tight to lift it a bit higher, shifting their position again and the next time Izaya bottoms out there's a white hot spark of pleasure going through his entire body. 

A strange sound is pulled from his throat though this time, he is able to choke it down halfway, biting onto his finger. 

There's another shift in their position, Izaya moving lower to take his wrist and pull it back onto the bed, leaning his weight on it in a way that would keep anyone but Ikebukuro's strongest pinned down. 

"Don't hide from me" 

It is spoken too firmly to be a request, red eyes looking down on him in a stern manner. 

"You're making me sound stupid" 

It's a silly concern, he's well aware of that especially given how vocal Izaya could sometimes be. But unlike his own Izaya's voice actually sounds nice, sounds hot and not like something currently stuck in the process of dying a painful death. Apparently his sentiment is not shared however. 

A kiss meets his lips, impossible soft for the situation that they're in. Izaya is always good with his tongue, and he has a habit of biting so this sudden gentleness is all that more confusing. Izaya leans in further, the leg still in his hand being pushed a little bit higher. 

"You sound divine Shizuo" 

He accompanies his words with a thrust, making him gasp at both. It's not the first time Izaya has complimented him, far from it. But there's a sincerity, a seriousness that has yet to be heard in their regular conversation. He's long accepted that Izaya isn't one to state his feelings so plainly and yet here he is, proving him wrong once morem 

"Whenever I look at you I can't help but think how blessed I am to have you." 

The words keep going as he keeps moving, a steady husky whisper, sending Shizuo into overdrive for two reasons at once. Heat and affection swelling simultaneously. 

"You're so gorgeous. You're perfect. My own little angel" 

Is this how Izaya thought of him? What has Shizuo done to be praised this highly? Or rather what has he done to let Izaya reveal these thoughts of him? 

He loves him. He thinks he's perfect. He called him his angel. He called him his angel. 

"Zaya!" 

His name falls from Shizuo's lips like a prayer. Nails dig into the mattress, toes curling as his vision starts to blur. Fuck this feels good. Fuck this feels so fucking good, why the hell did he wait this long to try? 

His body isn't his own anymore, steered by nothing but primal instinct making him twist to meet Izaya's movement, moans now freely spilling into the room, together with the sound of skin on skin. He knows he is close, the familiar feeling in his lower belly, the tension building deep inside him. Just a little more. All he needs is a little bit more, trying to shift in order to get it. 

It's not enough. What he's doing is not enough, he needs Izaya, needs him now. Needs to be one with him. Needs to never let him go. 

"Please" 

It's more of a whine than a word, and yet it's spoken with full intention. Izaya stops long enough for Shizuo to see the way his eyes widen, the grip on his tight harsh to the point a regular human would be hurt. With a clear mind perhaps he'd take more notice but right now all he knows is that this isn't more, isn't what he asked for and so he repeats the statement. 

"Please. I need more" 

As soon as the sounds leave his lips there's a mouth on his, a deep kiss as Izaya picks up the pace again, slamming into that beautiful spot over and over, turning him into a moaning mess. More pleas fill the room, his vocabulary shrunk down, Izaya , please and more , repeating endlessly without pattern, only interrupted by a particular powerful thrust. 

There are more words filling the space between them, soft and full of adoration, words he can't fully make out but doesn't need to make out to know that Izaya is sweet-talking him. 

And just as he thinks that it's not physically possible to feel any better, a hand grips his dick, moving in time with the cock deep inside him, sending him over with just a few well timed thrusts. White takes his vision entirely as Shizuo comes, his body tensing tightly, arching his back off the bed with the sound of tearing fabric. 

He can feel Izaya lose his pace inside of him, can feel the pulsing of come spilling into him as his lover rides out his orgasm, the hand still wrapped around his dick turning borderline painful with overstimulation. 

For a moment neither of them move, deep breaths and heaving chests. The arm next to his head, the one holding Izaya up, is shaking with effort, and soon enough gives out under him. The shift makes them gasp once more as the softening dick inside him shifts with it. 

There's a soft kiss along his neck, followed by another, and more after that. Izaya's entire body rests bonelessly on top of him and yet he's taking the effort to pepper him with butterfly kisses. Sweaty palms move up his sides, gently caressing him.

 A breathless laugh spills from his lips, making Izaya look up.

"What's so funny?" 

He's smiling as he says it, and Shizuo is very grateful to know he's just teasing. 

"I think i finally got you figured out" 

Perhaps a bold statement, but he knows it's true, one puzzle piece after another he's slowly come around to understanding Izaya; the picture getting clearer with each of them. And this, well it may just be the centrepiece he's been missing. 

"Well then, enlighten me" 

He crossed his arms over Shizuo's chest to rest his head, gazing up at him with a lazy smile and sparkling eyes. 

"You like it when I'm open with you. It's like I'm taking the first step and that allows you to take another. You're always the gentles when I'm being weak"  

A fingertip traces a pattern on his shoulder, Izaya's head leaning sideways with a thoughtful expression. 

"You're not being weak, you're being vulnerable. You expose yourself to me, putting your trust in the belief that I won't hurt you. If anything, I'd say you're being strong, ne?" 

Shizuo reaches out to thread his fingers through silky hair, leaning down to place a kiss on Izaya's forehead before speaking into his hair. 

"If you say so it must be right."

He can feel a soft breath of laughter hit his skin, still sweaty and slowly getting cold in the open room. Semen and lube drip out of his hole, a not entirely unpleasant sensation though it does make a shiver run through his body. 

"Let's get you cleaned up." 

Izaya takes note, raising himself up slightly and pulling out slowly, conscious of their post-orgasm sensibility. He helps Shizuo off the bed, wrapping an arm around him as he guides him to the shower. 

The tiles are warm under his feet, thanks to modern floor heating. Izaya's bathroom is spacious, traditionally Japanese with a sink area and a separate shower and bath area, the toilet in another room entirely. Shizuo sits down on the wooden shower stool in front of a mirror, Izaya grabbing the shower head before he has a chance to. 

Warm water hits him, and gentle hands take their time washing over his body. He covers every part of him in good smelling soap with soothing circling motions, massaging the muscle in the way Shizuo usually does to his legs. 

"Am I being vulnerable right now?" 

The fingers on his leg halt in their movement, Izaya looking up at him. Wet hair is pushed back from his head, accentuating the slight downward tug of his eyebrows 

"Can I not be kind to my boyfriend on the day before his birthday?" 

Shizuo pulls Izaya down into his lap, the shower head slipping from his grasp and hitting them both on the way down. It adds a lightness that he hadn't anticipated but still appreciates. 

"I'm just worried that if you keep spoiling me like this I won't want to top anymore." 

That earns him a prideful grin, hands wrapping around his torso to take hold of his ass. 

"That good huh?" 

And despite knowing better than to feed Izaya's ego, he'd be lying to say anything else. 

"Perfect"