“Red suits you.” He quickly sampled a taste of his own blood from Shizuo’s chin, but the man was infuriated beyond all reason now. Slamming his forehead against Izaya’s face, he knocked him back slightly with the headbutt and left his nose and upper lip bleeding. Gasping for breath, his eyes darted downward, but it wasn’t like he could see or really do anything about the hands closing tighter around his neck in response to the violence. He was choking, and Izaya was still moving his hips and laughing more, moans littered here and there in between.Refreshed adrenaline coursed through his veins and he threw his hips up more roughly, writhing and bucking under Izaya until he could only see white and with the man leaning in and moaning his name in his ear he came so hard he stopped breathing altogether, the erratic jerks shaking his body transferring right over to Izaya and with the feeling of Shizuo’s orgasm filling him while he still bucked like a wild horse and drove himself against his prostate each and every time it was only natural that the brunette would be coming soon after, clutching at him desperately and drawing red scrapes over pale skin.