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☊ O-Okay Izaya.

         He never really did understand why it had to be there of all places but, Izaya knew better than he did. Reaching down to his belt, he pulled the pink leather undone and snapped the button to his white pants. Before long he had them unzipped, then gravity took care of the rest. After kicking off his shoes, he pushed his pink boxers down that luckily no one could see through his pants, though honestly he wouldn’t mind. Soon his fingers dug into the fabric of his coat, lifting it up and bending himself over for him.

☊ There you go~

 “Hahhh, right..” Izaya paused for a moment, finding no disgust in the situation. In fact, he was acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world. A slender finger pushed betwixt his plush lips, wetting that singular digit to prepare his transaction. “I keep forgetting that it’s always so difficult to reach your USB port, Psyche. I’ll have to stretch you out a bit. Is that alright?” He didn’t hesitate for an answer, but abruptly spread those plump cheeks apart and began probing his moist index around the puckered hole.

His expression was monotone and his speed was languid as he spun the translucent liquid around and around to prep him for data entry.