when you're helpless, waiting to collide

[indensity]

[Chuuya has lost all track of time while he's been there. The drugs they've injected him with has him slipping in and out of consciousness, and it's making it difficult to think, made worse by the fact that every inch of his body seems to hurt. He only vaguely remembers the fight. He's pretty sure his coffee had been drugged when he bought it, that or his croissant, and then when he'd felt so dizzy only his ability could keep him standing, he'd been attacked out of nowhere by two ability users. One of them had some sort of lightning based ability, he's not sure about the other.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

He's been trying to gauge his injuries, figure out if he'll be able to move, trying to figure out a way to break himself free. He's chained up, but he should be able to break those if the drugs wear off. The door to this room looks solid, but he can break it. If not for the drugs.

At some point, someone comes into the room and injects him with another dose, and he loses all consciousness again. When he wakes up, he starts the thought process over. Where is he, can he fight, how will he get out. He's not the type to ever just wait to be rescued.]

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[indensity]

[What Chuuya means when he calls Dazai the worst is definitely different from what most other people would mean, especially like this. It's personal, it's petty, it's needy. It's all because Dazai's being a dick in a way that turns Chuuya on, and it would be so much easier to pretend that it didn't. But in the end he wants all of this.]

Shut up.

[He can't deny it. He also knows he can't shut Dazai up like this, but he still has to say something. He wants to move. He wants to push up, meet Dazai's thrusts, get him deeper, make him move faster. Being helpless is a strange feeling for him - he's not, not really, he could easily get free, but not without ending this, and that's what's making his stomach twist, is making him quickly grow louder as he moans.

So maybe it turns him on to be used as a sex toy, too. At least when it's Dazai doing it. The truth is, much as Dazai likes to accuse Chuuya of being addicted to dick, it's always been about Dazai.]

[diesuki]

Yes, yes...

[Because replying like that is definitely the same as shutting up. Of course it is. It's not much of a promise either way, but Dazai does, in fact, shut up for at least a moment or two after that, satisfied at having gotten the "last" word in.

Fortunately(?) for Chuuya, Dazai wants this too, and he's eager enough that he doesn't bother holding back anymore, even if that does mean that Chuuya gets what he wants. Focusing on intensity rather than speed, he thrusts into Chuuya as if he plans to run him though - and who knows? If he could run Chuuya through like this, maybe he would. It sounds pretty win-win to Dazai!]

[indensity]

[It really does work out when they both want the same thing. They could pretend for the sake of denying the other, but just giving in to this, enjoying it, that's definitely so much better. Even with lube and prep, there's still a slight burn as Dazai thrusts into him, there's still that sensation of being completely filled. Dazai's thighs are slapping against his ass. The ground is uncomfortable, he's gonna get bruises from it, but he doesn't care, he really does want it exactly like this.

Well. Almost.

Without warning Chuuya pulls his legs down close to his chest, taking advantage of his own flexibility to hopefully bring Dazai closer, since he'd been leaning his weight against Chuuya's legs. Being bent double means Dazai slides in even deeper - he groans, because that hadn't been why he did this, that's just an added bonus - but it also means he can curl his hand around the back of Dazai's neck, and maybe pull him down for a kiss.]

Come on, Dazai.

[He won't keep begging. He might. There's a slight strain to his thighs from this position, but he doesn't care.]

[diesuki]

[It always seems to make sense, giving Chuuya what he wants at a time like this, since it amounts to Dazai taking what he wants, too. It's only afterwards that things will feel weird, like he's given in too much... or like both of them wanting the same thing is just uncomfortable on a level that Dazai doesn't want to think about too much these days.

It's easier to always be polar opposites in every way. Their relationship has been comfortable like that for years. Why change it?

(Why not change it?)]

Your voice... ruins the mood, Chuuya.

[Yapping like the vicious little dog that he is! Clearly the temporary change in atmosphere has nothing to do with Dazai's thought processes at all.

But, words aside, Dazai does take advantage of the slight change in position to brutally thrust into Chuuya again and again, half punishing Chuuya and half chasing his own pleasure.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya is struggling to keep himself quiet as Dazai keeps roughly thrusting into him. He's moaning, but he's self-conscious about where they are, that someone might hear, and he's trying his best not to yell. This is for Dazai only.]

Then just kiss me.

[It feels so good to be stretched open and taken like this. To be used so roughly against the hard ground, seeing the subtle signs of pleasure he's learned to recognize on Dazai's face. The pleasure is building, making him more and more desperate, making it hard to think. But then he doesn't need to think like this. He wants to touch himself, but he holds back.

He wonders if Dazai will touch him. He could come just like this, he thinks, from being fucked, and the light friction of his cock rubbing against his vest as he's bent double.

His fingers dig a bit harder into the back of Dazai's neck, just holding on, needy for him.]

[diesuki]

[Of course Dazai could have just kissed Chuuya! But then he couldn't have complained about Chuuya at the same time??? Come on, Chuuya - at least one of you has his priorities straight! (Or not very straight, as the case may be.)

Dazai thinks he's complained enough for the moment, though, and so he takes a deep breath before, indeed, kissing Chuuya. Taking a deep breath was on purpose, to prepare for an attempt to kiss Chuuya hard and long enough that Chuuya can't keep up breathing and get enough air - which may or may not work, but sounds like a worthy attempt at fucking with Chuuya, anyway.

He doesn't touch Chuuya, as it happens: he's not in the mood, for one thing, and for another, he doesn't have the luxury(?) that Chuuya does of lying on his back, with his hands free to do whatever. But Dazai does change his angle to make sure that Chuuya's dick gets as much friction as possible from their slightly-awkward position alone. Dazai is just a nice guy that way. (... Doubt...)]

[indensity]

[He lets out a satisfied noise as Dazai finally kisses him, parting his lips for him, allowing himself to be claimed completely. It's familiar, the way their tongues slide together, the taste and feeling of it, but it's not something he could ever get tired of.

Though the kiss is a little sloppy, broken up by the way Chuuya groans as Dazai changes his angle. It's still not nearly enough friction, so he tries pushing his hips up, but the position really doesn't make it possible, even for him. He could come like this if they continued long enough, but they're in public, and Dazai isn't known for being the most patient when it comes to his own pleasure.

And Chuuya is running out of air. It took him a while to catch on, but Dazai is good at making him forget to breathe. Chuuya could just turn his head to break the kiss.

He closes his eyes, lets out a noise to warn Dazai that he's getting lightheaded. But let's him continue.]