[Chuuya freezes when Dazai grabs him, just for a second, just long enough for it to be a tell. Dazai has so many ways of getting Chuuya to give up control, and if he can touch Chuuya, it’s too late. But he finished what he wanted, at least. He hesitates, then tosses the knife aside.]

Coming from you? You couldn’t even force me into that position, you’d need more than just rope.

[He doesn’t try to break free of that grip(does he ever), but he shifts so that he can reach his free hand down between them, to Dazai’s crotch, stroking. ]

And you don’t always hate pain, do you?