[Chuuya doesn’t pull away. When does he ever? It means something that neither of them discuss, even as Dazai sits there with the rope on his other wrist and blood wetting his skin.
When Chuuya’s hand sneaks between his legs, he glares, but doesn’t move away. It would be stupid to try and deny the fact that there’s something going on down there, but he’s certainly going to deny how much it being Chuuya’s hand touching him changes things.]
If you wanted me to fuck you this badly, you could have used your words.
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When Chuuya’s hand sneaks between his legs, he glares, but doesn’t move away. It would be stupid to try and deny the fact that there’s something going on down there, but he’s certainly going to deny how much it being Chuuya’s hand touching him changes things.]
If you wanted me to fuck you this badly, you could have used your words.