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[ Not that Dazai would ever admit it, but he doesn’t hate the hand in his hair. And the noise Chuuya makes is satisfying in a way that might have him grinning (in a smug, obnoxious way) were their lips not still pressed together. Dazai of course notices when Chuuya spreads his legs, wanting to tease him about it—the eagerness, how much he must have wanted this—but that feels like it would open up something between them that they don’t and will never talk about. So Dazai just focuses on his finger, only one, and teasing Chuuya open.

If they were going to fuck, he’d be quicker with this. Foreplay is not something Dazai particularly likes—too much opportunity to feel things—but this isn’t foreplay. This is a thought-out revenge for just earlier, and Dazai drags his teeth on Chuuya’s lip, breathes into his mouth. Not because he likes it, or anything. ]

[One finger is not enough. It's a start, a warm-up, and barely that, especially when Dazai should already have picked up on the fact that Chuuya likes it if it hurts. He's groaning a little impatiently against Dazai's lips, but he's enjoying the rest of this too much, so he hasn't caught on yet. He pushes his hips up, encouraging.

He likes the roughness of the kiss, too. He likes to teeth against his lips. He'll bite back, and then push his tongue into Dazai's mouth again, eyes half closed. Something about this is too addictive.

Wanting Dazai feels like something incredibly dangerous.]

[ Dazai isn't going to overcomplicate things for himself by thinking about the kiss, or the sounds Chuuya makes. It's just physical, and he's out for revenge. So he's going to keep moving his finger--and that's it. Dazai isn't going to make any effort to add another, not until Chuuya complains about it. He's going to play the waiting game, because Chuuya earned this with his little stunt earlier, and Dazai is a petty, petty man.

In the meantime, the kissing thing seems like a sufficient distraction. Which is why he's doing it, of course, and not because kissing Chuuya feels like a natural thing, the way he bites the same way Dazai does, the slide of his tongue. Maybe he'll slide his finger, too, make Chuuya feel like it's not enough, make it obvious that Dazai also knows.

He does. Despite how lazy he is, he'd say he's good at this--if he feels like it. Whether or not he does is up to Chuuya. ]

[It really isn't enough. Dazai knows what Chuuya can take, knows that he doesn't need to spend this long on just one finger, and Chuuya is definitely getting impatient. He doesn't want to break the kiss, though. He likes the press of their lips together, the weight of Dazai on top of him, pushing him into the bed. He likes how roughly Dazai is kissing him, which feels exactly right for the two of them. It feels like it's going to bruise.

He needs more. It's not long before he can't hold back that impatient moan, almost a whine, hoping Dazai will pick up on what he means without him having to break the kiss to talk. He reaches down between them, finding the hand Dazai is teasing him with, grabbing it, trying to nudge his fingers as a clear signal that it's long past time to add more.]

[Chuuya is easy. Easy to anger, easy to tease, easy to read. Of course he likes kissing; he seeks out companionship, and if Dazai wanted to, he could unravel Chuuya bit by bit, give him what he wants, have him come undone. More than that, though, Dazai wants to push him to the edge, and then decide whether or not to let him tumble over.

He almost, almost grins when the thread of Chuuya’s patience starts to pull taught. It’s the whine that signals it, though everything prior was leading up to this. Dazai knows it, because he knows Chuuya, and isn’t surprised when a warm hand finds his, when there’s insistent pressure of Chuuya seeking more.

If it were anyone else, maybe it would be endearing. But it’s Chuuya, so. Not a chance. Does he like kissing so much that he’s not even going to try and run his mouth about how awful Dazai is? But enough; he ‘rewards’ Chuuya’s pushiness with another finger, pressed in alongside the first, twisting and angling them as soon as he can while Dazai bites at his mouth and tastes copper.]

[His next groan turns high pitched at the sharp bite, the rest of the sound cut off by the unexpected pain. Blood is escaping into Chuuya's mouth too, he can feel it mixing with his saliva, taste it on his tongue. Dazai is ripping him open --

His fingers are pulling him apart. Dazai seems to know exactly how to fuck him, and the thing is, Chuuya hasn't had an orgasm yet because he'd refused to jerk himself off after Dazai left. He won't admit that now. His skin feels like it's burning already, and he kisses back harder to force more blood out of his own lips, wanting the taste to be shared between them. He needs this. He needs so much more than this, and he's earned it.

He tries to indicate for Dazai to add another finger again, even though it's definitely too soon. Really, if Dazai wanted to skip that part and just fuck him, he wouldn't mind.]

[The blood is metallic and sharp between them as Chuuya kisses back, and Dazai likes it better this way—something different, intimate in a way he understands, in a way he can connect with Chuuya. It seeps over Dazai’s tongue, and his own breathing is starting to quicken despite himself, although hopefully Chuuya is too distracted to notice.

And he’s needy. Dazai will deny he likes it, but it does spur him on, angling his wrist and spreading his fingers.]

Three?

[Dazai says it into Chuuya’s mouth like a taunt, muffled and breathy. He’s not asking permission, planning to do it anyway, and it’s not a warning, either. Because he’s already working a third in after he speaks, biting again, sucking at the raw spot on Chuuya’s lip and knowing it will hurt. ]

[He can't help the way he's shifting under Dazai as he keeps opening him up with those fingers. He's not squirming, he's --

He's squirming as that third finger is pushed in, a little uncomfortably, but he likes that it's uncomfortable, likes the way the pain of it makes it harder to breathe for a moment. It hasn't been long at all since Dazai actually fucked him, so he shouldn't need much prep at all, but Dazai keeps twisting those fingers just right to make him shudder with it.]

Hurry.

[He's already so hard. He lets go of Dazai's hand, since he's doing what Chuuya wants anyway, and instead grabs his own dick, squeezing the base tight, grounding himself. He can't let himself get too desperate here.

He bites Dazai's lip back to distract him from what Chuuya's doing, trying to make him bleed as well, because it feels right.]

[This is perfect. Dazai has Chuuya right where he wants him, although it does take considerable effort to not just fuck him into the mattress, because... because Dazai is horny, that's all. The fact that it's Chuuya doesn't matter at all! It means nothing, and Dazai would be enjoying himself just as much with anyone else. More, even.

But he is enjoying himself. The bite almost draws a noise out of him, but Dazai swallows it down, unconcerned if Chuuya draws blood or not. If he does, good. If not, there will certainly be time for that later. For now, he simply draws his fingers back--and out, completely.]

I don't think you deserve it.

[He murmurs it against Chuuya's mouth, into it, petty and mean. Take that, Chuuya.]

[Chuuya doesn't immediately realize that Dazai is stopping. He could have just decided that this is enough prep, Chuuya can take it, because they both know he can. It's not until Dazai speaks that he catches on.

His expression is a mixture of horror and anger.]

Dazai.

[And it comes out like a whine. He's so hard. It's been so long, and he needs this, and he knows he pissed Dazai off earlier, but Dazai had deserved it. He shouldn't be surprised by this. He's not, but he can still be angry about it.]

Don't be a dick, come on.

[Revenge feels good, and Dazai revels in it. It's especially nice when Chuuya is desperate, and Dazai clicks his tongue, shaking his head like he's disappointed.]

You didn't expect this? Are you losing your edge?

[The thing is, Dazai doesn't actually want to go without getting something out of this. So yes, he plans to fuck Chuuya. He's just going to string him along a bit, because Chuuya is so easy to rile up, and because Dazai wants to teach him a lesson. Even though--okay, even though it was Dazai who left Chuuya high and dry last time. So, in terms of being even, they are.

He's not going to say that, though.]

[Chuuya could punch him. He would, if he wasn't trapped underneath Dazai, one hand in Dazai's hair, the other on his own dick. He would, if he didn't need this to happen.]

You deserved it.

[He'll bite at Dazai's lips again. He needs him to bleed. He needs them both to bleed at the same time, as he kisses him hard, needy, trying to make him forget about the eternal competition between them. As if either of them ever could.]

And you want this.

[Chuuya's teeth catch and cut; blood wells up between them, and Dazai shudders into the kiss, pretending it's something else. His plan to draw this out is really getting tested here, but Dazai has never been the sort of man to give in.

Even if he does want this. And did deserve it.]

I warned you.

[One hand goes under Chuuya's thigh, pushing his leg higher. Dazai's fingers push hard enough to bruise, small smudges of fingerprints.]

[Chuuya's leg jerks slightly at the pain of that grip, before Chuuya can control himself. He doesn't hate it, though. If Dazai is going to hurt him, he wants it to bruise.]

So you're going to stop now?

[Obviously not, when they're still pressed this close together, when Chuuya can taste Dazai's blood on his lips. They're not even pulling away to talk. He kisses him again, tasting both of them, together.]

I get it. You could stop if you wanted. Come on.

[Dazai doesn't know if he's tasting his own blood or the one he'd drawn from Chuuya, but it also doesn't matter. He bites again, because he can.]

What if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?

[Hypothetically, Dazai could get up and leave. He's not above taking care of himself later, or finding someone else. But he's not going to, because he's here already, and Chuuya's got him all tangled up in more ways than one.]

[Chuuya is going to let go of his own dick, and wrap that arm around Dazai instead, holding him there.]

You're not leaving.

[It's a whine more than an order. He can't take it if Dazai leaves him like this again.]

Come on, I still haven't come at all. Dazai. Come on.

[A pause. Dazai regards Chuuya, darkly amused at the way he sounds when he pleads like that. Come on. It might be cute, if it were anyone else, but unfortunately it's impossible for Chuuya to be anything of the sort.]

Okay, then.

[Bracing himself, Dazai rocks his hips forward, uses one hand to hold himself steady as he rubs his cock against Chuuya's entrance. It's definitely not ending here; Chuuya can think he won, sure, but Dazai isn't done just yet.]

[He's visibly relieved when Dazai agrees, when he feels him move his hips. He tries to shift his hips to make the angle easier for him, and then holds himself still.]

Finally.

[They're even using lube this time, so pushing in should be easy. He waits, moaning just a little, a low sound, at the way it feels to have Dazai rub the head against his entrance. But for some reason Dazai isn't doing more.]

Dazai?

[Yes, it's much easier than it would be without lube. What kind of fools don't use lube? Just fucking into Chuuya without worrying about it would be easy. They could get this over with, Dazai could leave, and it would be simple.

But that's not how Dazai does things.]

Hm?

[He stays where he is, looking at Chuuya like he has no idea what the problem might be. False innocence. Oh, yes, Dazai does want to press in, but he's a man of restraint(s). He doesn't worry about it.]

[Oh, he really wants to punch him now. He really is going to drag this out, get back at Chuuya for something he actually deserved, just because of that challenge.]

You better not be thinking you can make me beg.

[He tries to push his hips up, see if he can't make Dazai slip, because Dazai has to be desperate, too, right? Not as desperate as Chuuya, but still hard, and it has to be difficult for him, too. Chuuya has to believe he can convince him, because he's really not sure he won't give in himself.]

[Yes, Dazai is desperate. Chuuya already fucked him over the first time, and the prospect of actually getting off—of fucking into Chuuya, all nice and open—is hard to resist. But resist Dazai does, because pissing Chuuya off is even better. By a slim margin.]

Oh, when would I ever ask you to beg?

[He does roll his hips forward, rubbing himself against Chuuya. He just wants to push a little more, to make Chuuya think he really might not do it.]

If you wanted to, though, I wouldn’t say no.

[Chuuya shudders. Moans helplessly because he's so fucking sensitive. He really regrets not jerking himself off now, because at least then Dazai wouldn't have as much of an advantage here.]

Like hell I want to.

[He has to close his eyes, trying to ground himself. If Dazai actually pushed in, at least he'd have the pain of it to help keep himself under control, for a little bit longer.]

Dazai. Dazai. I swear I'll hurt you if you don't.

[He hates how needy he sounds.]

[Chuuya has always been too expressive, too quick to show how he’s feeling, and it apparently extends to sex, too. It’s something Dazai has always hated. Better to work with someone unemotional, he figures; less of a liability. Less annoying. But he does like how easy it is to tell when Chuuya is annoyed.

There it is again. His name in that voice, but tinged differently than usual. Dazai’s hips stutter forward just enough to fit barely inside, hardly anything. Certainly not enough to give Chuuya what he’s looking for.]

Maybe you should have thought about this earlier. You know me.

[And he does; he knows well enough that Dazai never lets anything go without getting even.]

[It's not enough but it's something. It doesn't hurt, though, and he's cursing the lube for that, because he needs pain to be able to focus. He probably wouldn't be able to focus anyway.]

I knew it. Didn't care.

[It had been worth the risk. Sometimes you have to damn the consequences for the sake of getting one over on Dazai.]

I'll never give you a real blowjob if you don't fuck me now.

[Chuuya is very caught up on thinking he has some hold over Dazai with the threat of denying blowjobs, as if Dazai can’t simply walk out of here, into a bar, and find someone else. He’s certainly not above it, and has done so before.

But Chuuya thinking he’s winning is unacceptable.]

Don’t care. Keep your shitty blowjobs.

[Dazai’s thrust is sudden and quick. It’s not because of Chuuya’s threat; he just doesn’t want to be here all night. And he does want to get off, which Chuuya’s ass is going to be perfect for.]

You’re really terrible at getting what you want, Chuuya. Be more charming.