He sighs. "Fine. I’ll stop insisting…" Now he regrets all of those times that he gave Izaya things, in hopes that maybe it’d cheer him up for a second or relax him after all of those hours of stressful work; maybe not. "Sorry for asking, and kneeing you out of anger. I should have controlled my emotions. I wasn’t going to do it again, y’know." He bets he looks really apologetic right now and doesn’t know whether it’s wise to fake a smile or not. "I know, but they always feel good even if I’m not in the mood."
"Hey, don’t start with all the apologizing. No need to be sorry about that." Stepping forward to close the space between them again, Izaya sets his hands lightly at Roppi’s waist. "Then why not let me do it more often? I rather like kissing you there." Usually because of the reactions he got, but there’s a tenderness to it that he’s found himself enjoying too. So he presses a quick kiss to the other’s lips before dipping his head down to place slow, gentle kisses along his neck.
His back straightens once the other starts to nibble. Fuck you. "You were kneed, not kicked." Smart-ass motherfucker. "You were being a stubborn bitch who quickly pushed my question away when I asked what you wanted for a gift." Roppi takes gift-giving (towards Izaya and only Izaya) quite seriously. “…” Hm. "… Come over here and kiss my neck again, you fucking homo."
"Same thing." Izaya stares at him for a while, as if trying to figure out what to say. "You know how I am about gifts." Another pause; he’d happily agree to kissing Roppi some more but after what happened the last time Roppi asked him to do something… well, Izaya’s in no hurry to be in pain again. "Why, so you can knee me again? You’ve always seemed against me kissing you there unless you were in the mood, you know.”
How dare you. "That’s not funny," he counters, voice faltering slightly at the playful gesture, which could be interpreted as either affection or revenge. Roppi still feels obliged to hold the other up, so he does so, as Izaya continues to deal with whatever pain is left.
"…" And so he places another, smaller kiss above the last, and nibbles playfully just because he can before finally standing himself up properly. He pulls back with an eyebrow raised, but he almost looks satisfied with himself. “Neither is being kicked.”
Izaya quite literally burst out laughing at that one.
[Text] You’re cute ♥
[Text] Not that I can think of at the moment. I don’t need many tangible things.
"That is the sweetest thing you’ve said to me in a long time." This makes Roppi want to kick Izaya’s balls more often. Roppi takes his hands and cups Izaya’s face, forcing the informant’s head to look up. The doppelganger leans in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, even though he’s quite aware kisses aren’t going to do anything right now.
Izaya just grunts at Roppi’s comment, and gives him quite the disgruntled look when he’s forced to look up. The surprise kiss softens the expression but it doesn’t last long enough for him to return it. So instead he sneaks himself back to Roppi’s shoulder, turns his head, and presses a long, lovely little kiss to the curve of his neck.
He might be smirking. Oops.
He’s not even sorry.
No, Izaya wasn’t supposed to hold onto him. The man was supposed to fall to the ground and Roppi was supposed to get a good, first laugh in ages. But it’s alright, Izaya’s only a few pounds heavier than him anyway, so this could do, for now, kind of.
There’s an expletive at the tip of his tongue but it never quite makes it out; instead Izaya focuses on getting himself standing properly, keeping his head buried in near Roppi’s shoulder. His voice sounds a bit strained— He’s trying to ignore the pain but it’s not working out too well.
"… You’re lucky I love you."