indensity | (no subject)

fine, then i'll wait. just don't take too long

i’m already on my way so you can quit nagging
honestly i’m starting to regret this already

so am i
you'll definitely just disappoint me again

-you think that’s the way to earn a better result than last time?
tell me your door code

i doubt anything can make you good in bed
i didn't change it

you seriously didn’t change it since i was there last? were you waiting for this?

i forgot to do it

you forgot to do it
our experience must truly have been mind-blowing for you to forget

it was so boring i've been asleep since

oh, so when i come in now you’re going to be waiting all nicely for me?

there's no way i'd wait like that for you

i’m not coming in then

what the hell?! you're right outside!

yes, and? i can avoid coming in

fine, i'll do it

[he's lying. he's standing right inside the door waiting to grab dazai and force him inside.]

if only i’d known sex was the way to get you to be obedient

[ dazai does not believe chuuya in the slightest, and while he might end up being grabbed as soon as the door opens, he’s more or less expecting something like that. ]

[definitely getting yanked inside. chuuya will be slamming that door shut behind him as well, just so dazai can't immediately escape once he's confirmed that chuuya was lying. not that he wants this or anything. not that he's been impatient for a while now.

though chuuya is at least wearing casual clothes for once. dark blue sweatpants and a gray t-shirt, and of course the collar. he'd insist it's because dazai's not worth the effort, but he does also know he looks good.]

[ dazai’s smile is sharp, and he doesn’t consider this a loss. yes, chuuya’s dragged him in, but dazai can use that, the same way he uses every bit of information he can get his hands on. ]

Were you really that impatient? I didn’t even take that long.

[ it’s interesting to see chuuya in something other than that stupid suit he wears, though dazai himself is in the same thing as usual. he hadn’t actually planned on being here, but he’s not going to mention that, or the fact that it’s for a specific reason. ]

[One Dazai is inside, and apparently not leaving, Chuuya will let go. He does kind of want to shove him back against the door to see if he can shut him up, but that will just make Dazai more smug right now.]

Shut up. You're not getting out of giving me what you owe me.

[ Dazai isn’t going to leave, not now that he’s here. He might pretend to the contrary, but they both know better. ]

What I owe you? Are you telling me you earned it?

[This time, he's going to head for the bedroom. It's not like they don't both know what he wants here.]

Of course I have.

[ Dazai follows, hands in his pockets to act casual about this whole thing. Because that’s what it is: casual. ]

If you’d earned it then I would have given it to you the first time.

[ And okay, maybe it was a low blow, but Dazai is Dazai, and it had clearly served to piss Chuuya off, which is something he deeply enjoys. ]

I don't have to earn it to deserve it!

[He'll stop halfway into the room and turn back towards Dazai. There's no way he's just getting on the bed like he's desperate.]

Actually, I think you do. If you don’t earn it, you don’t deserve it.

[ A simple enough philosophy to live by!

Pausing a moment, Dazai then steps towards Chuuya. He knows the bed smells like him, which is a random thing to remember, and something Dazai hates that he knows. ]

See? You’re already not impressing me.

I'm not trying to impress you, asshole.

[He's starting to regret this. Actually, he's not, for some reason, and he had a feeling it would go like this. Dazai never backs down from being a dick.]

If you don't give me one, you don't get one.