[This is as Chuuya should be, always: struggling. For what and in what way doesn't really matter to Dazai, but struggle, Chuuya must. The guy has it far too easy, so damn satisfied with life in spite of everything.
Dazai really, genuinely hates that. Sometimes he's willing to let it be, but when Chuuya decides to make himself a pain in the ass to Dazai in particular, Dazai figures he deserves everything he gets as payback for his hubris. (That, truly, is the only hubris here.)
Since Chuuya is still struggling, he's clearly doing just fine, and Dazai lets that be his guideline for how much pressure to keep on that rope. He does offer a bit more breathing room once Chuuya comes, but once that happens, he doesn't see the point in dragging this out any further. Except of course for one reason: Fyodor hasn't had a whole lot of fun here, yet.]
Care to use him? You'll rarely find him this broken in.
[It's up to Fyodor, really: Dazai is happy enough to call it a night and hit the shower.]
[ a variety of scenarios run through his mind. how would it be to force the godling's mouth open and force him to swallow? perhaps he could use the cum in his hands to open chuuya open before sliding in, taking his pleasure that way. another thought: to come on that slack face, watching awareness seeping back in slowly.
he cannot.
dostoevsky is a creature who survives due to extreme caution and open shunning of humanity and intimacy. ultimately, post-orgasm he would be exhausted in the middle of double black and that is not a position he trusts; he doesn't trust the truce to last that long or for dazai not to see something he might use against him in future. after all, that had been fyodor's intention in instigating this entire situation but what he had seen had cracked something deep inside.
he wants this and he can't allow himself to want it.
slithering upwards, he presses that cum-stained hand against chuuya's face and neck, wiping it on chuuya's skin as he presses a mockingly chaste kiss against the side of dazai's mouth. ]
Not tonight, I'm tired, dearest husband. Next time, break him in again for us, yes?
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Dazai really, genuinely hates that. Sometimes he's willing to let it be, but when Chuuya decides to make himself a pain in the ass to Dazai in particular, Dazai figures he deserves everything he gets as payback for his hubris. (That, truly, is the only hubris here.)
Since Chuuya is still struggling, he's clearly doing just fine, and Dazai lets that be his guideline for how much pressure to keep on that rope. He does offer a bit more breathing room once Chuuya comes, but once that happens, he doesn't see the point in dragging this out any further. Except of course for one reason: Fyodor hasn't had a whole lot of fun here, yet.]
Care to use him? You'll rarely find him this broken in.
[It's up to Fyodor, really: Dazai is happy enough to call it a night and hit the shower.]
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he cannot.
dostoevsky is a creature who survives due to extreme caution and open shunning of humanity and intimacy. ultimately, post-orgasm he would be exhausted in the middle of double black and that is not a position he trusts; he doesn't trust the truce to last that long or for dazai not to see something he might use against him in future. after all, that had been fyodor's intention in instigating this entire situation but what he had seen had cracked something deep inside.
he wants this and he can't allow himself to want it.
slithering upwards, he presses that cum-stained hand against chuuya's face and neck, wiping it on chuuya's skin as he presses a mockingly chaste kiss against the side of dazai's mouth. ]
Not tonight, I'm tired, dearest husband. Next time, break him in again for us, yes?