[Everything should be bleeding. Isn't that how it always is? As long as they've known each other, longer than they've known each other. Dazai doesn't care. He doesn't want to think about any of that.
Chuuya can do what he wants, within limits. Tearing at his clothes, that's fine. The bandages, even, Dazai won't complain about. Any inch he moves away from Chuuya's mouth is a chance for more words to come that are too honest, so Dazai just breathes into him instead. One of his hands grabs at Chuuya's clothes; they might as well take it all off, because they both know where this is going.]
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Chuuya can do what he wants, within limits. Tearing at his clothes, that's fine. The bandages, even, Dazai won't complain about. Any inch he moves away from Chuuya's mouth is a chance for more words to come that are too honest, so Dazai just breathes into him instead. One of his hands grabs at Chuuya's clothes; they might as well take it all off, because they both know where this is going.]