Holy fucking shit! Is what I try to scream at the powerful surge of pleasure that rips through my body, but I can't quite form the words because of my useless tongue. It all just comes out as a jumbled, gurgling mess of animalistic sounds.

Slowly Izaya slides the bullet vibrator up and down my cock to the pace of Izaya's recording riding the dildo. Up... and down... and... up and down and up and….

There's a constricting snap around just underneath the tip of my penis as Izaya secures the vibratior to the tip of my cock with a rubber band and then completely lefts go.

I didn't realize just how much Izaya's actual touch was grounding me until it's gone.

Without the physical comfort, no matter how torturous, I'm stuck in a freefall. I can't move, I can't see. All I can do is listen to the sounds of Izaya whining in pleasure and lose my mind - gasping and hiccuping for air as though I had just run three marathons back-to-back and grunting like a beast.

My entire body is vibrating with the building pressure and I'm sure that if I wasn't drugged the unrestrained tremors would be enough to turn our bed to dust. Eventually, I don't know when exactly, I come to notice my head thrashing back and forth but it doesn't seem attached to my body.

With my consciousness floating deeper and deeper into subspace while I suffer for the other-worldly beauty singing in my ears I start to relax. The need for release doesn't stop building at its terrifying rate, but suddenly it's feeling normal. It feels… right. I take the vicious spikes of pleasure through my body and release that energy in the form of mindless babbling and moving my head - much more rolling on my neck than thrashing about.

"Oooohhh… Oh Shizu-chan I'm close. I'm so close…"

Yes Izaya, yesyesyes please cum. Please cum Izaya…

Izaya's recording moans and gasps in my ear, high and sounding absolutely delighted by his release as he rides through the waves of pleasure at his leisure. My body tenses and jerks along with him, though I am unable to have my own real orgasm, I feel some sort of mental release.

"Aahh, that was so good Shizu-chan…" Izaya's recording purrs in my ear. "I know you can't cum yet, but you're doing so good for me." There's a deep, psychological satisfaction with hearing Izaya reach his peak. He sounds incredible indulging in pleasure, always does. Izaya's climax calms me, makes the urgency of my own hum into the background. "You're the strongest man in the world, Shizuo, and you're all mine." Yes Izaya, I'm all yours. I love being yours so much. "I know it's hard for you, but you can keep going for me. You're doing so well…" The recording coos, still a bit breathy before going silent. The noise-canceling headphones work their magic once more and I'm left in silence and darkness - but the presence of Izaya feels heavy in my mind.

I don't know how much time has passed, but it's enough for the drug to have worn off enough so I have full control over my fingers and can at least close my jaw now that I'm aware I've been a drooling mess this whole time. I swallow hard and take a deep, shaky breath as I wrap my fingers into tight fists in an effort to steady myself for a long ride.

Mentally I'm still in a hazy state of dark, hot limbo. The sharp pain between my legs feels as though it's been there forever and that nothing could ever end it. Just floating, almost pleasantly, until the vibrations surge up with devastating force which clamps onto my small, black world.

I can hear a muted roar through my headphones as I scream with the strength of the sensations, my body trying to spasm as though I'd just been electrocuted before I grit my teeth and try to control myself. Scalding, wet breaths hiss out between my teeth as I struggle for air and tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. I can feel the intensity of Izaya's gaze on me as he turns up the vibration. The echo of the recording's words roll through my brain as I struggle to contain this agony.

…you can keep going for me. You're doing so well…

My cock throbs between my legs with renewed vigor as it strains for release. Half-formed sobs of Izaya's name spill out of my lips, but I'm not begging him to stop. I'm just trying to say his name. Trying to feel the syllables in my mouth and take strength from them. Every minute that passes, every involuntary jerk of my body, every shuddering wheeze hurts so bad.

I love it I love it, Izaya, I love you…

Suddenly, the binds on my arms and legs snap and I accidently throw myself forward almost off the bed from my mindless struggling. I gasp in surprise, my inhuman strength having been forgotten about while I was still drugged up. I guess they wore off already.

I scramble to regain my balance and intend to lie back down on my back to honor Izaya's earlier instructions, but freeze while kneeling - hands pressed into the sheets, feverish with sweat. I can move again, and the mattress is so close to my aching erection. The promise of friction is pure temptation, my head swims with thoughts of any relief, even just a little relief. My jaw hangs loose in my skull and drool begins to pool once more, my body almost lunges forward into the sheets to hump them like a mindless dog.

...you can keep going for me…

My hands wrench away from the bed and fly into my hair instead, almost knocking off the headphones, and my jaw clicks shut. I tell myself that more stimulation would just make it worse since I can't cum anyway and I tune out the tiny voice that says the cock ring would be easy to remove. Clenching my eyes shut behind the blindfold I tip myself backwards on to the bed, lying face up once more but no longer open and relaxed. My body is wound tight by the continuous, high vibrations.

I try to keep my hands from traveling down my body to so much as put pressure on Izaya's property by tugging my hair, scrubbing my face, rubbing my arms, and generally clenching and unclenching my fists. Relaxing is absolutely impossible.

After a few minutes on my back of practicing deep breathing a small, cool hand lands on my thigh.

I gasp again and jerk towards Izaya's touch, sobbing his name again from how good it feels. Slowly the headphones slide off and I can hear my own ragged, desperate wheezes for air. Gently, the blindfold is removed and the first thing I see is Izaya.

It's love at first sight all over again.

He looks other-worldly in the soothing lights of the room. Pale skin stretched tight over prominent, delicate bones, soft, black hair, eyes a deeper than anything. His long fingers linger on my cheekbone as he holds my gaze, looking pleased. Instantly, I'm calm again.

"You're doing so good, Shizu-chan. I'm so proud of you."

Izaya shows me even greater kindness by slowly decreasing the vibration to a soft hum. Though my body is still pulsing with built-up pressure and will occasionally jolt a little I can breathe easier.

"Do you want to stop?" He asks, combing those lovely fingers through my sweaty hair. I shake my head immediately, a little worried he's going to stop everything and pull away.

Izaya just smiles wider and tells me to lie as still as I can. I do my best, and ache for his cooling touch when he moves his hand away.

My eyes roam freely over Izaya's naked form with renewed gratefulness as he glides up onto the bed with me. The insides of his smooth thighs rest against the outside of mine as he straddles me, still hovering above my body with his weight balanced on his knees.

"You look so good all wound up, just on your breaking point…" he purrs as he drags his fingertips down the side of his neck and across his collarbone tantalizingly. "Really turns me on. I want you to eat me out and make me cum, but no using your hands." Reluctantly I place my hands behind my head in an effort to restrain them.

My eyes shoot down to his crotch as he shifts up my body slowly. Before he's even straddling my face my tongue has lolled out of my mouth - my foggy mind no longer functioning beyond the delicious treat coming towards me.

The moment Izaya is close enough my mouth latches onto his balls, tongue rolling them as I suck. Izaya's gasping in delight before he can properly sit on my face and it sounds even better than the recording.

Gradually I suck and lick up up his cock to the very tip, slobbering more saliva on my cheeks in the process. Once I reach the head I give it a hard suck before stuffing my mouth with as much of it as I can. I suck Izaya like I'm starving for him, mouth filled to the brim. With his high, sweet moans falling into my ears and his scent swirling into my nose I'm certain this would be enough to have me cumming in short order if I could. But my own orgasm is hardly on my mind anymore as I pull my own hair in the effort to restrain myself.

With a shuddering breath Izaya settles his weight down onto my head, his thighs clamping to either side of me for support as he weaves his fingers through my bangs with one hand and braces the other on my chest.

His fingernails dig indents into my skin as my tongue's attention moves to his taint and further back to the soft pucker of his asshole and soon I'm eating him out like it's my last meal. Savoring every bite.

The sounds that he makes get higher, and louder, and more desperate as I focus all of my attention on giving him pleasure - practically fucking him with my tongue and occasionally grazing the sensitive rim with my teeth just to make him whimper and hiccup.

I must have really riled Izaya up because it's not long before he's cumming across my face, squeaking out an adorable version of my name - but I don't stop until he's throwing himself off me as he becomes hyper-sensitive. I whine at my treat being taken away.

"Th- that's enough for now…" Izaya gasps, flopping down on the other side of the bed. "You can go ahead and clean yourself off." He rasps, waving his hand in a "hurry along" motion for emphasis.

As I make quick work of licking the cum off my face the pain between my legs comes back to my consciousness with a vengeance and I'm whimpering, legs shifting restlessly, before I even finish.

Izaya rolls back towards me and clings to my side, his arms wrapped around my left one and his face resting on my left shoulder to cuddle me while he looks down at my painful erection.

"That looks rough." He hums thoughtfully. One of his hands casually cups my balls to examine them, not to pleasure. A growl rips out of my throat as my hips jerk all the same.

"What a painful color, but we're not in the danger zone." He presses a chaste kiss to my neck as increasingly desperate gulps of air shoot through it. "Don't worry, I wouldn't let anything damage my favorite toy. I did plenty of research~" Of course he did, research is my Izaya's specialty.

A fresh sweat breaks out across my forehead as Izaya rolls my balls in his hand gently. I've never felt such intense, concentrated pressure before. It hurts, it really hurts.

My mind drifts to the possibility of what it might be like when all the pressure is released. When I finally get to cum and all the tension in my muscles leave. I don't know what it'll be like, but I'm willing to bet it'll be the best orgasm of my life.

Finally, Izaya turns off the remaining soft vibration and unstraps it from the head of my cock.

"It's been almost an hour and a half and you're already this swollen."

He grins and switches to tracing his fingertips over the veins of the shaft rather than cupping my balls. Just one touch and I'm already panting again.

"You're going to cum for me so much."

Izaya licks his lips and purrs against my neck. I try to respond but still the only thing that comes out is stuttering grunts and growls. It can't be the drugs. This time, it's just my brain turned to mush.

There's nothing that I need to say anyway. What Izaya says is all I need to listen to.

"Do you like being my favorite toy?" Izaya purrs the question into my skin, already knowing the answer, now fully pumping my cock at a tortuous pace.

I try to make my grunts sound affirming between the pained moans, nodding with vigor.

"Do you want to fill me up again?" Izaya purrs even lower in my ear. My grunts and nodding are even more desperate in reply.

I want to fill you up so bad, I want to give you everything you want.

Izaya is my queen.

Izaya makes quick work of preparing himself, already having been warmed up a little by the rim job earlier. Watching him stretch open his ass is still actual torture. Once he's stuffed with three fingers the sight make my dick jerk again with yet another denied orgasm. Every groan and nonsensical sound I make is trying to beg him to hurry up. I keep trying to tell him how much I want him, but I still can't wrap my brain around the words. He understands anyway.

When Izaya sinks onto my cock it's like I'm on fire. My head is thrown back in the sweet agony of ecstasy the scream that is ripped out of my throats drowns out Izaya's high-pitched moan. When I can finally open my eyes around the unbearable friction of Izaya's brutal pace I'm graced with the sight of my black-haired beauty riding my pulsing, red cock like it was going to disappear. Like it's not his to do whatever he wants with.

It's not long before I'm floating off into subspace and enjoying the relief of my mind feeling detached from my aching body again. The edges of my vision blur, it might be with tears, and the backdrop of the bedroom fades into an insignificant haze - the clarity of the world narrowing in on my Izaya.

I don't know how long Izaya's been riding me, time being nearly impossible to focus on as my mind floats away, only to be yanked back to reality as I suffer more denied orgasms. All I know is that by the time Izaya's hips are stuttering in sync with his high-pitched moans and he's cumming hands-free all over my abdomen enough drool has ran down my cheek to soak just under my ear. The way his ass clenches down around my erection makes me wail in pain, but when he raises his ass off my cock I'm not relieved.

A sharp, irrational spike of panic shoots down my spine as he pulls back, and I can't exactly identify why, but a severe sense of wrong floods my instincts when I'm no longer inside him - even if it's less painful for me this way. In my moment of insanity I lunge forward and pounce on Izaya. The daze of subspace was lost once again after the pain of the last denied orgasm and since my rational mind is nowhere in sight the animalistic side has taken hold. With no drugs left in my system to hold me down I latch onto Izaya with a steel grip, snarling like the beast I can be and thrusting bad inside without a thought.

Izaya's head is thrown back with a cry as the hypersensitive nerves inside of him are struck. It hurts. He's so tight and there's too much pressure and it hurts but pulling out just sounds unacceptable.

I don't fuck him. I just stay perfectly still, buried deep and against his prostate and breathe raggedly into his ear while he pieces his brain back together to form words.

"Sh-Shizuo!" He gasps out my full name in a desperate whisper. My full attention is gripped by his sweet voice, how good the syllables of my name sound.

"Shizuo… I, I need y-you to pull… ah, pull out for a second."

No. Absolutely not.

I snarl again and tighten my grasp, tucking my hips up into his in protest. His gasp is so, so sweet.

"Shizuo." He whispers again, more sternly this time. He drags his fingers through the smeared mess of his cum that's pressed between us, swiping up a glob of it, and pushes it past my lips. I immediately suckle on the sweet taste, Izaya succeeding in pacifying his monster for another moment.

I don't let go of him, but my bruising grip relaxes considerably as I enjoy his delicious, delicious fingers in my mouth, humming in delight while he speaks again.

"Just l-long enough to get that cock ring off you. I promise. I want you to cum inside me." Izaya rasps in my ear. I whimper and suckle more desperately on his thoroughly cleaned fingers. Insanely enough, I haven't pulled out of him immediately.

"Don't you want to cum inside me, Shizuo? Don't you want to fill me up? I want to be fucked full of your cum-"

Izaya barely finishes before I'm wrenching myself out of him and ripping off the cock ring with a roar and thrusting back inside him, relishing in the way he squeaks out my name.

And it feels unbelievable. I needlessly pin him to the bed by his wrists while I fuck him like an animal, cumming in just a few strokes and still fucking him through my orgasm while I grunt and whine in his neck, biting up every inch of skin near my face. I can't describe the intensity of the feeling because my brain has completely shut down. The pleasure comes in powerful waves that crash over my convulsing body like a tsunami again and again...

I cum deep inside him in long, thick spurts - the two of us in euphoria from my release. His cock weakly twitches between us while his thighs and lips tremble against me, looking blissed-out as he's marked from the inside out.

"Ah ah aahh…" his breaths come in hitched staccatos as I force another wave of cum into him, not easing up on my pace for a second, but he doesn't look even close to stopping me.

I've never cum that much for such a long time before and even after my orgasm subsides the beast in me can't consider pulling out. I just tuck my hips in close to his, pin him down under me in an unbreakable hold, and lick over the bite marks on his neck leisurely - just now conscious that I bit hard enough to draw blood. A deep rumble spreads up my chest and into my throat, vibrating against Izaya to smooth him as I occasionally roll my hips into him, not letting even a drop of cum slide out as I doze happily. Deeply satisfied by my release and having Izaya pinned against me after not getting to see or feel him for far too long by my standards.

"Good boy…" Izaya moans softly, sounding exhausted, but content. He kisses the side of my neck and relaxes in my hold, resigning himself to getting comfortable.

I nip and mouth at his ear in reply, and Izaya falls asleep in my arms to the same thing he woke up to this morning.