indensity | when you're helpless, waiting to collide

[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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[Those moans are definitely unfair. Chuuya doesn't want to come too soon, and he can't last as long as Dazai, so clearly he shouldn't be using those tricks. He's having to fight not to squirm. At least the weight on him helps.

He'll just have to pick up the pace. He'll increase the intensity, using his tongue, his mouth, the way he knows from experience Dazai likes. He can take him deep, especially if he tips his head back more, a little uncomfortable for his neck but he doesn't care. He pulls off again, teases the head, swipes his tongue across to taste precum, moaning out of enjoyment.

And moaning more to add vibrations again once he's got his lips wrapped around the shaft.

He refuses to come ten minutes before Dazai does, so he has to work hard.]

[Compared to Chuuya's coordinated efforts, Dazai is definitely more like a mackerel flopping around on dry land, but he's -... Well, while lazy, he's more or less trying his best, or at least not doing his worst, and so they're roughly keeping the same pace, in terms of arousal. Whenever Chuuya puts in the extra effort, Dazai rewards him with some cheap but effective tricks like moaning - something that could be argued to be a bit counterproductive in this situation, but Dazai isn't trying to be Pavlov.

Enjoying himself, he eventually starts to move his hips along a little too, no longer content on letting Chuuya set the pace there... or so he would say. He does only move along to whatever rhythm Chuuya moves his hips up and down, though, going perhaps a bit further down than he is pulled, but not forcefully so. He's just cooperating... in so far as such a term can be used in these situations. He's not actively hindering!

He really doesn't want to come first, but he wouldn't mind coming at roughly the same time.]

[It doesn't really matter if Dazai is using force or not. In this position, Dazai on top, thrusting down into his mouth, Chuuya can't actually stop him. And that vulnerability is what has him groaning, pleasure spiking suddenly.

The head of Dazai's cock hits the back of his throat, and Chuuya tries to relax, doesn't want to choke, but stops trying to guide Dazai's hips because he's always going to prove that he can handle it. Even if he does choke, even if he can't breathe, even if it's going to leave him with a sore throat. Dazai can use him.

And the fact is Chuuya is the one who'll come from it. From being used, from Dazai's mouth on him, from Dazai returning the favor as though all of this is something that goes both ways. That, more than anything. Chuuya taps Dazai's hip to warn him, as though Dazai can't always tell when he's close.

Dazai's cock muffles the sound of Chuuya's moans as he comes, but nothing can hide the way it makes him shake.]

[Ah yes, time for life's core philosophical questions... What is the meaning of life? What are the true definitions of good and evil? And, most importantly: to let Chuuya come in his mouth, or not?

Honestly, Dazai doesn't care one way or the other, but since Chuuya will undoubtedly take it all from him, doing the opposite himself only feels natural. And so he pulls away right before Chuuya comes, though he makes sure to intensify the way his hand is pumping Chuuya's dick until Chuuya has fully shed his load, because Dazai is not a total asshole.

... Okay, he kind of is. But he's not so evil that he'd ruin a perfectly good orgasm just for the hell of it! And since Chuuya is already buying a new couch, whatever stains end up all over this one are fine, right?

Once it's all over, Dazai gives Chuuya's tip a little lick, almost like a kiss, because that seems to be a perfectly reasonable way to end some 69-ing.]

[Whether or not Chuuya swallows is really up to Dazai, when they're in this position. But he enjoys doing it, encourages it, likes knowing he's pleased his partner... His focus slips for a few seconds after his orgasm, but he'd never actually let himself relax yet. He lets Dazai fuck into his mouth as fast or deep as he wants, lips tight around the shaft, and his tongue working to push him over the edge as well.

He'll never admit that it's especially good when Dazai's the one he's doing this for.

There's a slight noise - don't call it a whimper - at the way Dazai teases his now slightly oversensitive cock. At least it's only for a second. Still, he'll get him back by making sure to lick him clean as well. He won't say anything yet. He's not really sure what to say.

He just feels good.]

[Since Chuuya has technical control of his movements anyway - you know, if he'd want it - Dazai fucks his mouth, movements briefly erratic as he comes... but he doesn't make it especially rough on Chuuya; at least not on purpose. He's just using Chuuya for what Chuuya wants to be used for, without taking undue advantage. He could do that; he has done that, and no doubt will again. But he's not in the mood right now. Isn't it fine like this? Whatever the reason why he's feeling oddly relaxed (and that should really worry him much more than it does), he's going to take advantage of it.

Of course Chuuya has to ruin it by being a dick right back at him (how dare he?!), so Dazai decides to solve the problem of what to do next by flopping down on Chuuya. Tough luck! He's not moving now!!]

... You're not very comfortable, Chuuya...

[Still not moving, though.]

[It's more than fine like this. Giving someone power, and have them not abuse it, that's something rare. It's a weirdly warm feeling. And it's not that he doesn't like it when Dazai decides to be a dick, but... Well, maybe it's better not to think about it too much.

And Dazai flopping down like that while Chuuya is still trapped is definitely a distraction.]

Then don't lie down like that!

[He's still got his head between your legs, Dazai! Time to start squirming free.]

[Chuuya can definitely squirm free, because he's easily strong enough to, but that doesn't mean that Dazai has to cooperate with him at all. The only "help" he offers is trying to avoid any unnecessary contact between Chuuya and his overly sensitive nether regions.

And when Chuuya has gotten out from under him, Dazai is just going to roll around on the couch, because why not.]

Much better~!

[... Well, it's softer, anyway. So it's some level of better.]

[Chuuya didn't actually want to move away, though. The position was awful once they were no longer sucking each other off, but the idea of pulling away now... He feels too good. Too relaxed. Too warm. And he can never know if he'll be able to have a moment like this again.

So Dazai might be rolling around, but it will be harder once Chuuya is the one on top of him. He won't prevent Dazai from getting himself comfortable, though, especially if that means Chuuya can just settle against his chest, tangling their legs together.]

You're not that comfortable, either.

[And yet it feels very comfortable either way.]

[Maybe Dazai should complain, but he doesn't. Chuuya does make for a useful little space heater, after all, and Dazai is honestly quite comfortable this way.]

My bandages are good padding, though.

[Not really. But any excuse to sing the praises of his bandages.]

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