[Begging and a deal he can’t pass up? Chuuya really must be desperate, and Dazai eats it up, the most annoying smile on his face. Yes, he knows Chuuya will honor the deal, because he always does; they hate each other, fuck with each other endlessly, but there’s still some semblance of grudging trust, even if Dazai insists it’s misplaced.]
One order. I’ll decide later.
[He waits for Chuuya’s response, loosening his fingers just slightly, exhaling an almost-noise at the drag of his cock as it slides out right before he thrusts back in particularly rough. Either way, Dazai is going to come first.]
[Chuuya knows he'll regret this. He knows Dazai will come up with something to make Chuuya suffer. But it's too late now, because once he's said it he's not backing out.]
Yeah. One order. Come on.
[Let go, let go. That loosening of his fingers is promising - at least it doesn't hurt now - but it's not enough. He squirms under Dazai, waiting.]
[It’s a deal; Dazai loosens his hand yet again, but he doesn’t remove it. Nor does he offer Chuuya any assistance yet — instead, he focuses on himself, chasing the heat building and pooling and simmering under his skin. A hot-cold wash of feeling, shuddering and tensing limbs. Dazai bites down on his own lip, hard, and focuses.
Somehow, they keep forgetting to use condoms. Or maybe they’re just too impatient, too chaotic when they do this. When he comes, he fills Chuuya up, eyes closed, body taught. It feels good, so much better than the ruined orgasm of earlier; pulsing and spilling and ah, maybe a tiny noise does manage to worm its way out of him.
When he can, Dazai moved his hand — he strokes Chuuya’s cock, hot and wet and messy. Dazai knows it won’t take much; Chuuya is begging for it, after all.]
[He'll take that small noise as a minor victory, because he's going to need any points he can get after this. He has so severely lost this round, even with the ruined orgasm he gave Dazai earlier. He hates this so much.
Except that he doesn't. He loves feeling Dazai spilling inside of him. He loves being in this position, under him, and this time he's willingly shifting his hips without being told, pulling his legs up to let Dazai get as deep as possible, holding himself there. He needs it to be his turn soon, though. He's not even completely sure Dazai decided to take the deal, but he's hoping, desperately, so he won't have humiliated himself for nothing.
And when Dazai finally starts to stroke him off, it really doesn't take long at all. He stutters out Dazai's name in relief, and then swears, legs jerking as he comes hard. It feels so good. He'd been waiting for so long.]
[Chuuya always says Dazai's name far too much when they do things like this, and it's not something Dazai has called him out on, because it feels like a box he doesn't want to open. What's easier to point out is how obedient Chuuya is even without Dazai telling him--there are no directions, but Chuuya moves his body anyway, holding himself in place so Dazai can finish. In some kind of depraved way, it mirrors the way they always worked together back in the Mafia, and sometimes these days, too.
Again, that's something Dazai will not comment on.
When Chuuya comes, Dazai works him through it with his hand, and really, Chuuya finishes beautifully. Trembling and tense, his voice rough; not that Dazai would ever praise him for something like this. It's one of those private thoughts he keeps to himself and pretends never happened. And when Chuuya is done... Dazai will stroke him a little longer than necessary. Just because of earlier.]
[It feels good to have that last bit of pleasure wrung out of him. He deserves to enjoy it, when Dazai made him wait so long, and those last waves of his orgasm make him feel like he's melting into the bed.
When Dazai doesn't stop, he tries to gently take his wrist, signal that he's done. His legs are still trembling, Dazai might think he has more in him. When Dazai still keeps going, he squirms a little, tries to pull a bit more insistently, mirroring his earlier attempt at prying him off, even though he knows Dazai picked up on his signal right away.]
What are you doing.
[It takes him too long to actually realize. He has nothing left to give, and he's sensitive. What started out as pleasure is quickly turning into anything but, and he tries to jerk away, tries to slide out from under Dazai somehow, and shoves at Dazai when he can't. His next whine is definitely pained, followed by little gasping breaths.]
[Perhaps Dazai should feel bad, but he doesn't. He never does, particularly when it comes to Chuuya. And yet somehow, this isn't the first time they've done this; if Chuuya truly hated it, then he wouldn't have invited Dazai to his apartment again, or put himself in the vulnerable position of leaving Dazai in control.]
Stop? But weren't you just begging for it?
[Dazai will continue just a little longer, enjoying--not enjoying--enjoying(?) the sounds Chuuya makes, the whine and the gasps and the way he tries desperately to move away from Dazai. And then he lets go, abruptly.]
Honestly, Chuuya. Sending such mixed signals. You're lucky I did this with you at all.
[Chuuya lets go of Dazai to press both hands over his face. It's embarrassing, but his expressions would be more embarrassing, and he refuses to let Dazai see him. He's going to kill him, he really is.
He keeps squirming harder, kicking uselessly against the bed, no control over his reactions. He bites the insides of his mouth, hoping the sharpness of that pain will distract him, hoping the sounds he makes won't get more humiliating than they already are.
And then Dazai stops.]
I hate you so much.
[He's going to keep hiding his face for a little longer, and then he's going to kick Dazai.]
[On anyone else, such a thing might be cute. Nothing about Chuuya is cute, so it's fine, and if there's a feeling in Dazai's chest, it's just smugness from having won. That's it! That's the only thing Dazai ever feels with Chuuya--that, and annoyance. Exasperation.
Dazai pulls out and rolls off before Chuuya can kick him properly, flopping down on the bed next to him. He watches out of the corner of his eye, satisfied that he's gained being allowed to give Chuuya an order (+1) and a good orgasm on top of that.]
[Chuuya can still kick him from this position, throwing his legs out sideways, aiming for Dazai's hips. It doesn't have much strength behind it, though. He doesn't have much strength in his body, and he doesn't feel like putting in the effort for once.]
This is definitely the last time.
[He doubts it. Maybe if Dazai doesn't bring it up, he can manage not to bring it up, and they won't do it again. As long as neither of them get drunk at any point after this. He waits a few more moments, then removes his hands from his face, rolling onto his side to look at Dazai.]
[The kicking is pathetic, and they both know it. It’s a sign that Chuuya isn’t actually mad, that he’s sulking, signs Dazai knows well. Unfortunate as it is, he does know stupid, inconsequential things about his former partner.
Dazai snorts, stares at the ceiling before turning his head to look at Chuuya. He’s a mess, cheeks red and lips bitten. His hair is in disarray.]
Your sex life must really be abysmal, then, if I’m that bad and you let me do it again.
[It was easier when Dazai wasn't looking at him. He knows Dazai is reading him with that look, that he knows Chuuya well enough to guess what he's thinking right now. It shouldn't be enough to make him self-conscious, but this soon after sex he can't help it, not after everything they just did.
Dazai looks at him, so he looks away.]
I told you. You owed me.
[And he nearly ruined his chance at an orgasm this time, too. He had to bargain for it. He really isn't winning here.]
[Not that he’d necessarily been planning on paying Chuuya back, but he’s known; he owed Chuuya an orgasm, and he got one. Transaction complete. Chuuya is looking away like he does when he’s embarrassed—something about him Dazai hates knowing—so Dazai keeps looking.]
And now, you owe me. Funny how that worked out.
[It would have been a better, more productive use of Chuuya’s time to just rub one out, or find another guy to fuck him. Instead, they’re somehow here again, sprawled in bed together, messy and just as petty as they always are.]
[He admits it, and he still made Chuuya work so hard for it. He still made it seem like he wasn't coming over, still made fun of Chuuya for seemingly wanting it, even though that had nothing to do with anything, he was just getting what he was owed.
He grabs a pillow and whacks Dazai over the head with it.]
Then you should have just given me one in the first place!
Why bother denying it when it doesn't matter now? Ah- Hey, that hurts.
[Even with a pillow, Chuuya hits too hard, but Dazai is in an oddly good mood, and so doesn't make the huge fuss about it he normally might. Or maybe he's just tired out. He'll use both of those things as an excuse for not complaining more.]
I did give you one. There's nothing free in the world, of course you had to work for it.
[And who would he be if didn't take the opportunity to wring another favor out of Chuuya?]
[Chuuya hits him again, because he can, even though they both know that if Chuuya really wanted to hurt Dazai he wouldn't go for a pillow. This isn't anger, and he hates the fact that it's not anger.]
You can't make me trade you something to get an orgasm every time!
[Not that they're doing this again. There's no way, because Dazai absolutely would do that, and Chuuya can't let himself fall for it another time.]
[This ridiculous pillow fighting is probably the closest thing to a normal relationship either of them has ever had, and that's saying something. Chuuya isn't actively trying to beat the shit out of Dazai, and Dazai isn't even being all that insufferable.]
It won't be, if you honor your favor.
[Or maybe he's being very insufferable still.
He should get up; whatever this was is over, and Dazai doesn't need to be here any longer. Whatever it is, this thing they do, it's not the sort of thing you spend the night after, and doing so would be crossing some boundary Dazai has set for himself, and hopes Chuuya has as well. But even so...he doesn't feel like getting up just yet.
He should, though. He will. Dazai pushes himself into a sitting position, grabbing at the pillow. If he can get it, he'll use it to smother Chuuya.]
[That statement surprises him enough that when Dazai grabs for the pillow, Chuuya lets go, too distracted with making sense of it. He's not sure if Dazai is saying they'll definitely have sex again, or if he's going to make Chuuya help him get someone else to sleep with him. He really doesn't want to do that, in that case, though obviously he'll honor the favor.
It's probably a third option, or Dazai is just fucking with him.]
I hope you're never even able to get it up again.
[You know what, Dazai, he has more than one pillow, so he's going to grab a new one. Just in case he needs to hit him some more.]
[Dazai gets up on his knees just to attempt to shove the pillow over Chuuya’s face. Of course he’ll be able to get it up again; Dazai has managed to get it up in truly bizarre situations, so that’s not going to be a problem.
He’s not going to think about the fact that he does actually sort of expect to have sex with Chuuya again. It seems to keep happening despite how he’d told himself in the past it wouldn’t, and it feels like the more he swears it won’t, the more it happens again.]
I hope nobody ever fucks you as good as I did. That you suffer with the fact forever.
[Chuuya is a bit too slow - he'd blame that orgasm, but that would be the same as complimenting Dazai - and he doesn't have time to roll away. He turns his head to the side instead, so that Dazai can't easily cut off his breathing, or stop him talking. And then he's going to start slapping at where he thinks his head should be to make him let go.]
Anyone could fuck me better!
[It's not true. He hates it, but it's not even a little bit true. Dazai is somehow better than anyone Chuuya can remember sleeping with, and that's not something he wants to think too deeply about, or at all.]
I hope you never sleep with anyone who even compares to me!
[They’re in this absurd battle of Dazai trying unsuccessfully to smother Chuuya, and Chuuya trying to smack Dazai’s head to get him to stop. It’s not hard to dodge, but that makes it difficult to keep the pillow in place, and Dazai finally gives up, yanking the pillow away to place it under his own head and make himself comfortable. Even though he’s definitely going to be getting up and leaving any minute now.]
The way you were begging for it, I’d have thought all your other partners to be absolute failures.
[Dazai knows Chuuya enjoyed it, but he’s really just guessing here. He has no idea of Chuuya’s past lays, and doesn’t want to.]
Please. I’ve slept with dozens I can compare you with. Would you like me to list them?
[This is also a lie, but Dazai isn’t going to admit to that, or even think about it.]
[And Chuuya will immediately hit Dazai with the other pillow he grabbed. Just once, though, just to make a point.]
I wasn't begging for it.
[He was, but he'll never admit it. He only said please once, so it shouldn't count, in his opinion. He's gonna lie down as well, leaving space between them.]
[If Dazai gets hit, it's totally on purpose! He's allowing it, that's all. It's not like his hair isn't a mess already anyway.]
You absolutely were begging for it. [He makes his voice higher-pitched, teasing.] Dazai, please! I need it!
[The space between them is not all that much, but it's something obvious. A line they don't cross. Dazai is careful to keep his body just outside of it, though he knows it would be easy to reach over and do something else to antagonize Chuuya. That's just going too far, opening up the door for something he doesn't want to think about.]
You have no way to prove I'm lying. Rather, I have proof to prove that I'm not.
[Only a bit, and most of them are in the forms of letters calling him unrepeatable names, which he would rather not show to Chuuya.]
[No, Chuuya is going to cross that line now. He's going to throw himself across it, on top of Dazai, because it's his turn to press a pillow against Dazai's face. Because it's the only way he can think to shut him up.]
I didn't say it like that!
[He ignores the rest, because it's less important. He really just needs Dazai to be quiet.]
And I wasn't begging for you, I just wanted an orgasm!
[Dazai startles at the fact that Chuuya is now very much on top of him, pressing the pillow against his face. Is this an attempt to smother him? If so... there are worse ways to go, probably. But since it's Chuuya doing it-
He reaches up with both hands, fisting them in whatever he can grab of Chuuya's hair.]
You did, on both accounts. [Dazai's voice is muffled, and he's getting a mouthful of pillow, but he never shuts up when Chuuya wants him to.] You were begging, and I- benevolently- let you-
[He pulls, hard, and bites at Chuuya's pillow in the hopes of ripping it. Serves him right to have to buy a new one.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
One order. I’ll decide later.
[He waits for Chuuya’s response, loosening his fingers just slightly, exhaling an almost-noise at the drag of his cock as it slides out right before he thrusts back in particularly rough. Either way, Dazai is going to come first.]
no subject
Yeah. One order. Come on.
[Let go, let go. That loosening of his fingers is promising - at least it doesn't hurt now - but it's not enough. He squirms under Dazai, waiting.]
no subject
Somehow, they keep forgetting to use condoms. Or maybe they’re just too impatient, too chaotic when they do this. When he comes, he fills Chuuya up, eyes closed, body taught. It feels good, so much better than the ruined orgasm of earlier; pulsing and spilling and ah, maybe a tiny noise does manage to worm its way out of him.
When he can, Dazai moved his hand — he strokes Chuuya’s cock, hot and wet and messy. Dazai knows it won’t take much; Chuuya is begging for it, after all.]
no subject
Except that he doesn't. He loves feeling Dazai spilling inside of him. He loves being in this position, under him, and this time he's willingly shifting his hips without being told, pulling his legs up to let Dazai get as deep as possible, holding himself there. He needs it to be his turn soon, though. He's not even completely sure Dazai decided to take the deal, but he's hoping, desperately, so he won't have humiliated himself for nothing.
And when Dazai finally starts to stroke him off, it really doesn't take long at all. He stutters out Dazai's name in relief, and then swears, legs jerking as he comes hard. It feels so good. He'd been waiting for so long.]
no subject
Again, that's something Dazai will not comment on.
When Chuuya comes, Dazai works him through it with his hand, and really, Chuuya finishes beautifully. Trembling and tense, his voice rough; not that Dazai would ever praise him for something like this. It's one of those private thoughts he keeps to himself and pretends never happened. And when Chuuya is done... Dazai will stroke him a little longer than necessary. Just because of earlier.]
no subject
When Dazai doesn't stop, he tries to gently take his wrist, signal that he's done. His legs are still trembling, Dazai might think he has more in him. When Dazai still keeps going, he squirms a little, tries to pull a bit more insistently, mirroring his earlier attempt at prying him off, even though he knows Dazai picked up on his signal right away.]
What are you doing.
[It takes him too long to actually realize. He has nothing left to give, and he's sensitive. What started out as pleasure is quickly turning into anything but, and he tries to jerk away, tries to slide out from under Dazai somehow, and shoves at Dazai when he can't. His next whine is definitely pained, followed by little gasping breaths.]
Stop!
no subject
Stop? But weren't you just begging for it?
[Dazai will continue just a little longer, enjoying--not enjoying--enjoying(?) the sounds Chuuya makes, the whine and the gasps and the way he tries desperately to move away from Dazai. And then he lets go, abruptly.]
Honestly, Chuuya. Sending such mixed signals. You're lucky I did this with you at all.
no subject
He keeps squirming harder, kicking uselessly against the bed, no control over his reactions. He bites the insides of his mouth, hoping the sharpness of that pain will distract him, hoping the sounds he makes won't get more humiliating than they already are.
And then Dazai stops.]
I hate you so much.
[He's going to keep hiding his face for a little longer, and then he's going to kick Dazai.]
no subject
Dazai pulls out and rolls off before Chuuya can kick him properly, flopping down on the bed next to him. He watches out of the corner of his eye, satisfied that he's gained being allowed to give Chuuya an order (+1) and a good orgasm on top of that.]
You hate me, but you let me fuck you.
no subject
This is definitely the last time.
[He doubts it. Maybe if Dazai doesn't bring it up, he can manage not to bring it up, and they won't do it again. As long as neither of them get drunk at any point after this. He waits a few more moments, then removes his hands from his face, rolling onto his side to look at Dazai.]
You're not even that good.
no subject
Dazai snorts, stares at the ceiling before turning his head to look at Chuuya. He’s a mess, cheeks red and lips bitten. His hair is in disarray.]
Your sex life must really be abysmal, then, if I’m that bad and you let me do it again.
no subject
Dazai looks at him, so he looks away.]
I told you. You owed me.
[And he nearly ruined his chance at an orgasm this time, too. He had to bargain for it. He really isn't winning here.]
no subject
I did owe you.
[Not that he’d necessarily been planning on paying Chuuya back, but he’s
known; he owed Chuuya an orgasm, and he got one. Transaction complete. Chuuya is looking away like he does when he’s embarrassed—something about him Dazai hates knowing—so Dazai keeps looking.]
And now, you owe me. Funny how that worked out.
[It would have been a better, more productive use of Chuuya’s time to just rub one out, or find another guy to fuck him. Instead, they’re somehow here again, sprawled in bed together, messy and just as petty as they always are.]
no subject
So you admit it?!
[He admits it, and he still made Chuuya work so hard for it. He still made it seem like he wasn't coming over, still made fun of Chuuya for seemingly wanting it, even though that had nothing to do with anything, he was just getting what he was owed.
He grabs a pillow and whacks Dazai over the head with it.]
Then you should have just given me one in the first place!
no subject
Why bother denying it when it doesn't matter now? Ah- Hey, that hurts.
[Even with a pillow, Chuuya hits too hard, but Dazai is in an oddly good mood, and so doesn't make the huge fuss about it he normally might. Or maybe he's just tired out. He'll use both of those things as an excuse for not complaining more.]
I did give you one. There's nothing free in the world, of course you had to work for it.
[And who would he be if didn't take the opportunity to wring another favor out of Chuuya?]
no subject
You can't make me trade you something to get an orgasm every time!
[Not that they're doing this again. There's no way, because Dazai absolutely would do that, and Chuuya can't let himself fall for it another time.]
I hope that's the last orgasm you ever have.
no subject
It won't be, if you honor your favor.
[Or maybe he's being very insufferable still.
He should get up; whatever this was is over, and Dazai doesn't need to be here any longer. Whatever it is, this thing they do, it's not the sort of thing you spend the night after, and doing so would be crossing some boundary Dazai has set for himself, and hopes Chuuya has as well. But even so...he doesn't feel like getting up just yet.
He should, though. He will. Dazai pushes himself into a sitting position, grabbing at the pillow. If he can get it, he'll use it to smother Chuuya.]
no subject
It's probably a third option, or Dazai is just fucking with him.]
I hope you're never even able to get it up again.
[You know what, Dazai, he has more than one pillow, so he's going to grab a new one. Just in case he needs to hit him some more.]
no subject
He’s not going to think about the fact that he does actually sort of expect to have sex with Chuuya again. It seems to keep happening despite how he’d told himself in the past it wouldn’t, and it feels like the more he swears it won’t, the more it happens again.]
I hope nobody ever fucks you as good as I did. That you suffer with the fact forever.
[Truly a curse.]
no subject
Anyone could fuck me better!
[It's not true. He hates it, but it's not even a little bit true. Dazai is somehow better than anyone Chuuya can remember sleeping with, and that's not something he wants to think too deeply about, or at all.]
I hope you never sleep with anyone who even compares to me!
no subject
The way you were begging for it, I’d have thought all your other partners to be absolute failures.
[Dazai knows Chuuya enjoyed it, but he’s really just guessing here. He has no idea of Chuuya’s past lays, and doesn’t want to.]
Please. I’ve slept with dozens I can compare you with. Would you like me to list them?
[This is also a lie, but Dazai isn’t going to admit to that, or even think about it.]
no subject
I wasn't begging for it.
[He was, but he'll never admit it. He only said please once, so it shouldn't count, in his opinion. He's gonna lie down as well, leaving space between them.]
Even if you list them, I'll know you're lying.
[He doesn't. But he doesn't want to hear it.]
no subject
You absolutely were begging for it. [He makes his voice higher-pitched, teasing.] Dazai, please! I need it!
[The space between them is not all that much, but it's something obvious. A line they don't cross. Dazai is careful to keep his body just outside of it, though he knows it would be easy to reach over and do something else to antagonize Chuuya. That's just going too far, opening up the door for something he doesn't want to think about.]
You have no way to prove I'm lying. Rather, I have proof to prove that I'm not.
[Only a bit, and most of them are in the forms of letters calling him unrepeatable names, which he would rather not show to Chuuya.]
no subject
I didn't say it like that!
[He ignores the rest, because it's less important. He really just needs Dazai to be quiet.]
And I wasn't begging for you, I just wanted an orgasm!
no subject
He reaches up with both hands, fisting them in whatever he can grab of Chuuya's hair.]
You did, on both accounts. [Dazai's voice is muffled, and he's getting a mouthful of pillow, but he never shuts up when Chuuya wants him to.] You were begging, and I- benevolently- let you-
[He pulls, hard, and bites at Chuuya's pillow in the hopes of ripping it. Serves him right to have to buy a new one.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)