[Chuuya is always like this; once they start kissing, he doesn't want to stop. Sometimes, Dazai is in the mood for teasing, and other times, he simply doesn't want to bother. Right now is the latter. He won't fight the kissing, or the baring of skin, or the touching.
He will put his hands on Chuuya once that shirt is gone--he must really be desperate for something if he's ripping clothes he absolutely spent too much on. Whenever Dazai rips clothing, it's an issue, but here Chuuya is ruining it himself and acting as though it's fine. What an ass.
And speaking of asses...]
Pants.
[The way Chuuya grinds down makes Dazai break the kiss, voice low and demanding. He's not going to draw this out as they normally would, because it leaves too much room for words, and where would either of them be if they actually communicated in a healthy manner?]
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He will put his hands on Chuuya once that shirt is gone--he must really be desperate for something if he's ripping clothes he absolutely spent too much on. Whenever Dazai rips clothing, it's an issue, but here Chuuya is ruining it himself and acting as though it's fine. What an ass.
And speaking of asses...]
Pants.
[The way Chuuya grinds down makes Dazai break the kiss, voice low and demanding. He's not going to draw this out as they normally would, because it leaves too much room for words, and where would either of them be if they actually communicated in a healthy manner?]