"A Desperate Seduction"

Shizuo sat on Izaya's bed, his eyes scanning the room with a mix of boredom and curiosity. It had been three weeks since Izaya last flirted with him or touched him in a romantic way. The memory of their passionate encounter still lingered in his mind, but the distance Izaya had been keeping lately made Shizuo wonder if the love spell had worn off. A spark of determination ignited within him. He would take matters into his own hands and seduce Izaya. Shizuo's eyes locked onto his own reflection in the mirror across the room, and he flashed a confident smile. He slowly stood up, his fingers trailing down his stomach until he reached his underwear. With a swift motion, he pulled them off and let them fall to the floor. Izaya's bed was a mess, the sheets tangled and wrinkled from their previous encounters. Shizuo grabbed the lubricant from the nightstand and applied a generous amount to his fingers. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to finger himself, his moans growing louder as he thought of Izaya. "Ahh, mmh, fuck Izaya, more," Shizuo moaned, his eyes still closed, lost in the fantasy of Izaya's dick inside him. The sound of his own moans seemed to excite him further, and he increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and faster. Just as he was reaching a crescendo, he heard the door to the bedroom burst open. "Shizu-chan, what's going on?" Izaya asked, his voice laced with concern as he rushed to the bedside. Shizuo's eyes snapped open, and he froze, his legs still spread wide. Izaya's gaze locked onto Shizuo's face, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him. Shizuo's face burned with embarrassment, but he refused to back down. He flashed Izaya a sultry smile, his eyes locked onto Izaya's. "I was just... missing you, Izaya," Shizuo said, his voice husky. Izaya's expression softened, and he approached the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. "Missing me?" Izaya repeated, his voice low and teasing. Shizuo nodded, his eyes never leaving Izaya's face. "Yes, I was thinking about you, and... and I couldn't help myself." Izaya's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he sat down beside Shizuo on the bed. "And what exactly were you doing when you were thinking about me?" Izaya asked, his voice low and husky. Shizuo's face grew hotter, but he refused to back down. "I was... taking care of myself," Shizuo admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Izaya chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Shizuo's spine. "I see," Izaya said, his eyes locked onto Shizuo's. "Well, perhaps I should help you out." Izaya's hands reached out, and he gently removed Shizuo's fingers from his own body. Shizuo gasped, his eyes locked onto Izaya's as Izaya began to kiss him, his lips soft and gentle. The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own desires. Shizuo's heart skipped a beat as he realized that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance to make Izaya's love for him genuine.