(ooc: I'm sure he is! And this meme is pushing it a little, with the aphro and what not. You have an account for him, too? Again, if I ever cross any lines, just poke me and I'll be happy to edit.)
[Only when his visitor enters the room (it's his visitor, now, and his room; funny how that is suddenly very clear) does Izaya finally open his eyes - but still he waits. He waits until the other is inside the room, the door closing behind them, and then he strikes.
He's so rarely the one who strikes first, and now, he's wondering why, because it feels so good to grab the other and shove them back first against a wall, pushing his own body up against the young man's to kiss him passionately. Izaya has barely even looked at his face - but then, that's hardly important, is it? This is what he needs, now.
It's a start, at least. It won't be enough forever, undefined feelings already crawling up his spine, asking for more - but it is, at least, a start.]
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Again, if I ever cross any lines, just poke me and I'll be happy to edit.)
[Only when his visitor enters the room (it's his visitor, now, and his room; funny how that is suddenly very clear) does Izaya finally open his eyes - but still he waits. He waits until the other is inside the room, the door closing behind them, and then he strikes.
He's so rarely the one who strikes first, and now, he's wondering why, because it feels so good to grab the other and shove them back first against a wall, pushing his own body up against the young man's to kiss him passionately. Izaya has barely even looked at his face - but then, that's hardly important, is it? This is what he needs, now.
It's a start, at least. It won't be enough forever, undefined feelings already crawling up his spine, asking for more - but it is, at least, a start.]