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Focus on it.

(The grip around his waist punctuates her cries and he smiles - she really is having fun, isn't she? Strange... Does it mean she's close to her climax? He reckons she doesn't know how it feels, to be so close to pure physical bliss, so it only makes sense that it gets to be a "good strange" in a frame of reference such as hers.

Can he, though? He feels that he won't be able to hold his own for much longer, but he wants her to find her own pleasure first, so he can watch it without the distractions of his entire body overtaken by exhaustion and orgasmic waves. That translates into Izaya thrusting into her faster, harder, the movement of his fingers against her rubbing faster, his breathing heavy.)

[Belladonna's head rolls back against the bedding as Izaya pushes her through to her very first climax, breathing in ragged moans that seem to be laced with a mild sense of panic. Her heavily-lidded eyes fly open so she can watch him, looking into his analytical gaze for comfort. He knows what he's doing, she reminds herself. Don't be afraid of this.

Her brow furrow and her face twists as it finally crashes over her and her moans stutter, tapering into throaty whimpers. Her body jolts and clenches, his grip the only thing keeping her locked in place from the spasms that shock her. It's overwhelming, euphoric, an explosion of an altogether unknown sense of herself and a small cry echoes in her ears that she doesn't recognize as her own voice. She's conscious of her hands clenching harder at his shoulder blades, of his breaths mingling with the sound of her own heartbeat, but the rest of the world is gone.]

(Telltale signs that she has reached them are all for him to see, the clenching around his cock, the trembling legs and expressions painting her face with both confusion and lustful pleasure, and what's more engaging is that she doesn't let go of him once she finds her climax, but clings harder instead even after the waves subside a little bit.

Well, it also may as well be because he hasn't stopped moving inside of her, halting only the movement of his hand not to overstimulate Bella, but well, it doesn't take too long for him to come undone either. The last thrust he gives is a deep one, pushing as he fills her with white liquid and pants, using the back of his hand to wipe some sweat that had formed on his forehead.

His pressure might have dropped a little bit as he takes a few deep breaths and pulls out, pressing what could technically be described as a sweet kiss to her cheek.)

[The peak of Belladonna's moans taper down into soft sighs and whines as the intensity of her orgasm wanes, but still there's pleasure as aftershocks quake her and Izaya himself reaches his own finish. The sensation of his cock leaving her is strange, a sudden feeling of emptiness that she'd never experienced before, even with the volume he'd left in his wake.

He kisses her and she keeps him close, not bothered by the dampness of their skin, and even as her breaths still come hard, her smile comes back again. Although she finds her thoughts still hazy, it isn't quite so difficult now to piece things together. She returns the kiss, stamping a little peck on the tip of his nose, her grip on his back finally easing. They come back around to his shoulders, again, her thumbs circling at the base of his neck.]

(They should probably shower at some point. They're both sweaty and sticky, but Izaya can ignore that part for the time being while his body twitches and spams in reaction to the intensity of his orgasm.

There's a laugh that escapes him when she kisses his nose, his face hiding on the curve of his neck where lips press tender kisses before he moves to her side, an arm snaking around her naked body to bring her to his chest.)

Good? You're okay over there?

More than okay.

[Settling easily against him, she beams up at his face, eyes full of light in her shining face. Now that the two are settling down, they'll see that the bedroom has transformed into a full, blooming jungle. All that's missing are the trees, but that's hardly noticeable the way that vines and thick leaves cover every piece of furniture. Somewhere, happy little birds are chirping.]

You make me feel wonderful.

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(His bullshit aside, Bella looks beautiful. She's glowing against him, the beautiful smile that she offers him gracing her lips and he allows a small one to form on the sides of his lips. This changes very little - Mikage herself has had a similar position in his life that Bella is serving, and he happily ruined things for her at the end of the day.

They're a little similar, Mikage and Bella. Both of them made the mistake of wanting Izaya as he is, all warts and ugliness included in the package. Mikage stuck with him till his end, will Bella, he wonders? A big part of him knows he's never going home, if that's a possibility, something he heard in his information gathering - there's absolutely nothing for him now in the streets of Ikebukuro, and here? Here's much more interesting, to play God with Gods. It means that, as long as she doesn't leave Hell too, they're together until he chases her away.

It's protocol.

He can quietly enjoy it for now, curse himself for not being able to separate himself and dissociate his mind from individuality later. It's fine, it's fine. It'll change nothing.

A quick look around, though, and he laughs an amused chuckle, eyes goggled as he regards all the vines and flowers that made his room a home. Is this going to be every time or...?)

I guess I have a clear sign when you enjoy it, hm?

Hm?

[She's so used to these sorts of things happening that it almost escaped her notice. But his chest bounces when he laughs, and she follows his eyes, putting a hand over her face in embarrassment.]

Oh. Oh, dear, I did it again, didn't I?

[And it was certainly an explosive amount of plants, this time.]

I'm sorry...I really will clean it up...

Worry about that later.

(He'll clean it, no worries there. It even gives the room a more vibrant look, doesn't it? Perhaps he won't clean it at all.

Izaya's got a feeling that this is what his office is going to end up looking more often than not.)

Don't be sorry. It only happened because you had fun, wasn't it?

[She can't help but giggle, burying her face in his chest for a bashful second before looking up again. It's just him, she reminds herself, so there's no need to be shy, really.]

I did, yes. But...I don't know, fun isn't the word I think I'd use. I just mean, it isn't the one that comes to mind.

[In any case, she's settled in now, their heartbeats stacked together, and she has no plans on moving anytime soon.]

(A hand rests on her waist, where he's caressing with the very tips of his fingers before they accidentally find the curve of her breast. It's a gentle, innocent touch to follow it before it runs down to her hip, delicately and soft. Almost, just almost like he cares.

ALMOST.

Of course it wouldn't be a word she'd use, but at least she can admit it belatedly.)

Want to wait here for a while and see if the showers are empty?

[Even now, each little touch he graces her with sends new shivers of joy dancing over her skin.]

Mm...I can go with you. I don't mind.

[She doesn't want to be anywhere without him, even for a moment. Belladonna plants a kiss on his collarbone.]

(Works for him! Izaya presses a kiss to her forehead before warning with his body language that he is going to sit up, but not before sending his hand down her back as a last caress before he does so.

... Boxers, where are his boxers? Damn, he's very naked.)

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