indensity | (no subject)

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.

[ Dazai shrugs, feeling very much in charge of the situation, which he always enjoys. Particularly when it has to do with Chuuya. ]

You think I came here because I can't find someone else to do it for me? I'm giving you the chance--the opportunity--to try again.

I think you came here because you're that desperate to have it again.

[That's definitely not a good idea to say, but he doesn't care.]

Besides, if I wanted, I could make you come in a few minutes. So taking too long isn't even a problem.

You think I'm desperate? Do you really think you were that good?

[ Close enough, Dazai presses the tips of his fingers to Chuuya's shoulder. He nudges, prepared to increase pressure if Chuuya doesn't move back towards the bed. ]

Just because you can do it fast, doesn't mean you can do it well.

[Chuuya steps backwards until his feet hit the edge of the bed. He sits down.]

I know I'm that good.

[And since he's in a really good position for it, he's going to start getting Dazai's pants open without asking.]

[ Dazai could tease about how eager Chuuya is right now, but for once, he doesn’t. ]

I don’t know if I agree with that.

[ At least Chuuya’s clothes will be easy to take off this time; Dazai starts on the rest of his own, shedding his coat—-the only thing that gets folded—-and then goes for the vest. ]

[Oh, he definitely has something to prove now, and he's definitely going to be a dick about it. But first he's going to yank Dazai's pants and underwear down, leaving them around his thighs. He'll take his cock, stroke it a couple of times, then lean in to lick across the head.

Counting on Dazai to not be able to turn down a blowjob.]

[ Sure, Dazai is able to turn down a blowjob. Able to, but not wanting to. Because unfortunately, as much as Dazai hates admitting anything Chuuya is good at, he's pretty good at this. Good enough that Dazai bites back a hiss, already forgoing the unbuttoning of his shirt to immediately tangle his fingers in Chuuya's hair. ]

Not even going to argue about it, are you?

[ Of course Dazai doesn't shut up even during sex. ]

I don't need to when I know I'm right.

[He likes that hand in his hair. He hates that he likes it, and that Dazai knows that he likes it, but for now he'll try to ignore it. He's going to lean in, drag his tongue from base to tip, and then open his mouth to let it slide just an inch inside. He'll work him slowly at first, warming himself up, getting into it.

It's going to get him hard, too, but that's a problem for later. It feels like a problem for now, since he's still one orgasm short, but he's determined not to seem too desperate.]

[ Dazai knows Chuuya likes the hand in his hair. He knows it because he knows everything, but that's certainly not why he's doing it; he's doing it because what the hell else is he supposed to do with his hands? Besides, like this, he has more control in all sense of the word, and that's something Dazai likes. ]

Use your mouth for something more useful.

[ And...it does feel good. A biological response, of course. Not because it's specifically Chuuya's mouth; it'd be like this with anyone. Dazai bites at the inside of his cheek, because like hell is he going to make noise and let Chuuya get more full of himself than he already is. ]

[Chuuya is determined to make him make noise. He's determined to make Dazai enjoys this so much that he hates it, just to get back at him for everything, for not letting Chuuya come when they had sex. He takes him a little deeper, lips kept soft to tease him with a lack of friction, only for his tongue to press up as he pulls back again.

He'll keep repeating that motion, little by little swallowing Dazai down. He's got time to do this properly. In fact, the longer he takes, the better this will work, and he's got the stamina to keep it up as well.]

[ Because Chuuya is determined for Dazai to make a noise, Dazai is determined not to. Everything between them is a struggle, including this; his hand tightens in Chuuya's hair, swallowing down the saliva pooling in his mouth at the feeling of Chuuya's tonuge. Breathe. Ignore the shudder that goes down his spine. ]

This is what I meant when I said you take too long.

[ Not that it doesn't feel good. On the contrary, it feels very good, and Dazai isn't having a problem getting hard. Not because it's Chuuya. Even if it is, that's still a warm mouth, and he's annoyingly good at using it. ]

[Chuuya looks up at him without pausing what he's doing. He can tell that Dazai likes it, he felt him get hard on his tongue, there's no way that was gonna fool him. But if that's how Dazai wants it, Chuuya can do that.

He speeds up, ignores his own discomfort and swallows Dazai down completely, lets him slide into his throat. He'll tighten his lips around him, determined now to make it too much too fast, more than Dazai can take, push him to the edge before he wants to go there. He slides off a little to breathe through his nose, and then back down, swallowing around him.

Chuuya is already so hard himself, but he ignores it. He refuses to touch himself when that's Dazai's job, and one way or another, he'll make him do it after this.]

[ It's hardly a noise--Dazai won't count it as one. Maybe a slight exhale as Chuuya's throat swallows him up, but certainly not a noise. Dazai digs his nails against Chuuya's scalp, and ignores the tremor in his hand.

Okay. Chuuya is good at this. Dazai will admit it (to himself) and use the excuse that since Chuuya's mouth isn't good at anything else, it might as well be useful for one thing. And he'll mention that later, yes, but right now he's not going to open his mouth in case any sort of odd noise just happens to slip out. Biting his lip hard enough to bruise, Dazai's eyes close for a moment, which is already more vulnerability than he wants to give into.

He could come like this. He knows he could. Maybe he should, see if Chuuya swallows it all or chokes on it. ]

[Chuuya has a plan for this. There's no way he'd agree to suck Dazai off this willingly without a plan, especially when Dazai doesn't deserve the effort. But he fully intends to bring him all the way up to that edge, if he can, use every trick that he knows to make this feel good. That exhaled breath is promising, and so is the hand in his hair, the way his grip is tightening, the pain of nails biting into his scalp.

He wants to bring Dazai right up to that edge, and then he wants to stop, pull back, get all the way off. Because if Dazai is going to deny him, then Chuuya is going to give him the most unsatisfying orgasm he can, ruin that pleasure for him completely.

And then he wants to laugh.]