[A challenge is, indeed, a challenge, and unfortunately Dazai is rather OP when he bothers to put any efforts in. He knows the Port Mafia's smuggling business as well as Chuuya does, after all.]
but what if i want you to spread it all over yourself, instead?
[That is not his order, yet. But if Chuuya wants to think it is, that's fine too!]
[Yeaaaaah it was unlikely. Still, can't succeed without trying!]
five four three two -
[Dingdong~! And no, that's not Dazai, but he's clearly keeping a close eye on the delivery person somehow. (Well, he arguably had to physically slow them down for this whole game to work, so.)]
[Chuuya isn't really surprised that the package arrives without Dazai. At least it gives him a chance to check what it is - and he's ripping that package open the second he has it inside, just in case there's something in there he needs to destroy in advance.
But there isn't, surprisingly. It's a few toys and some lingerie, surprisingly tame considering he'd be willing to wear it without Dazai having to convince him first.]
if you're coming over now, i can shower and change into this
unfortunately i'll be held up a little while longer, but feel free to start without me.
provided your security code is still the same, that is.
[If Chuuya has to physically let Dazai in? Then it's probably not a great idea for him to get started already. As fun as it would be to have Chuuya open the door in lingerie, Dazai doesn't want to wait at the door forever.]
i changed the code. remember that time with the balloons?
[Did he specifically change the code to something he knows dazai would be able to guess? Obviously not, he'd never, it's just a coincidence, clearly!!
But he'll take Dazai up on that offer. He showers, changes into the thigh highs and garter belt - he hates admitting it, but Dazai has good taste in these things - and then grabs the toys to try them out and get himself ready. He'll sit on the couch, legs lifted and spread, taking his time to work himself open, checking his phone every few minutes to see if Dazai has said anything else.
[Yup, that's all he replies; he does, indeed, remember the balloons, and that's all the information he needed (actually more, but he appreciates not having to put any effort in). And no, he won't be texting again after that. He did say he was busy! Which may or may not be true, but either way, he wants Chuuya to get worked up properly before he gets there. That's effort that Dazai doesn't really mind putting in, actually, but for this specific occasion, it's going to make things a lot easier.
He enters eventually, very quietly - out of habit more than with any dark intent (for once) - carrying another package. He did say there was another one, didn't he? (Sort of. Kind of...)]
Well, well, I'm glad to see you didn't waste any time~
[Chuuya is starting to think he should have waited a bit before trying the toys... He's not the most patient, but he's not about to make himself cum before Dazai even gets there, so right now he has no choice. He could stop, but that's the same as giving in, and so he won't.
His head has fallen back against the backrest, but he keeps fucking himself, slowly, biting the insides of his cheeks as the toy rubs against his prostate again and again. It's curved in exactly the right way to make that inevitable.
He opens his eyes when Dazai speaks, surprised expression revealing that he hadn't heard him come in, and slows down his hand so he can reply.]
If you didn't get here soon, I was gonna finish without you.
[Rule number 1b: Dazai always knows. Fortunately there is also rule 1b, addendum 1: Dazai may or may not rub that in.]
And what a waste that would have been.
[His rather bored expression suggests he doesn't buy Chuuya's statement in the least, but it's fine: Dazai's got bigger plans right now. He can let Chuuya have this one.
He flops down on the couch next to Chuuya, like that's a perfectly normal thing to do when someone is jerking off.]
I had another present for you, after all~!
[Does it even count as a present when Chuuya paid for it himself? Eh, probably!
Dazai hands over the new and improved(?) package to Chuuya with a smile. Always worry when Dazai is smiling... There's also the fact that he's got an order ready to throw at Chuuya, but he'll let him discover the basics first. Because yes, that package certainly does contain a vibrating dog tail, and some other puppy paraphernalia. (Mostly the ears! The ears are cute.)]
[Chuuya tries to take the package, realizes he can't in this position, hesitates, and then pulls the toy out of himself with a frustrated sound. He didn't want to stop. He'll just hand that toy over to Dazai for now.
And then he'll sit up, so he can actually take that package. He gives Dazai a look to let him know he doesn't trust it.]
Pretty sure you got yourself a present.
[But Chuuya secretly loves presents either way, so he's going to rip that open impatiently. And then he's going to just stare.
[It can be a present for both of them at once! Don't be nitpicky, Chuuya!!
Dazai has the gall to look genuinely surprised at Chuuya's complaint. The impression is marred somewhat by the fact that he comically leans his head on the back of his hand for extra Questioning Expression™ effect - and he uses the hand that's holding the toy for this.]
Is there a problem?
[He knows there's not, because he's got one free order to use against Chuuya in whatever way he sees fit. But that also means that he can make things worse if Chuuya starts to complain too much now. (He probably won't; it's bad enough. But he could.)]
[Chuuya looks through the box quickly, just to get an idea of what exactly he's in for. At least the ears and tail seem to be high quality, soft when he brushes a finger across the fake fur, which means they'll look good, but he's still tempted to crush that tail in his hand before Dazai gets the chance to order him to wear it.
Except he knows Dazai will make him regret it if he does. And it would only delay the inevitable, since that bastard would definitely buy a new one, so it's probably not worth the risk. But he seriously considers it, for several seconds.]
You only get one order, Dazai.
[So if he orders Chuuya to wear the ears, he can escape the rest... Maybe. For now.]
Shit. You're trying to prove something. [He drops the ears back down.] For the record, even if you can get me off like this, it doesn't mean anything. I'm not your dog.
[Chuuya may protest as if his life depends on it, but Dazai isn't impressed. They both know that he'll get what he wants in the end - just as they both know that Chuuya will enjoy himself. So, what really does Chuuya have to complain? Dazai ignores the attitude much like one would a misbehaving toddler.
Dazai takes the dog ears out of the box, an innocent(ish) enough start, and holds them out to Chuuya.]
[That one order hits hard. Chuuya swears he can feel those three words all the way down his spine, coiling around him. This has been inevitable for a while, hasn't it?]
For tonight..?
[He repeats it like he's still weighing his options. Dazai knows him too well, though. He's already worked up from having used that toy, he's needy, he wants Dazai's attention. There's a part of him that always wants to give in, even if he never lets himself... Not unless the right buttons are pushed, to bypass all the reasons he has for holding himself back.
He takes the ears. Looks at them, then looks up to meet Dazai's eyes. He could argue that Dazai is trying to hide too many orders within his vaguely phrased one. He could postpone the inevitable a little bit longer...]
At least it proves that I'm not your dog any other night.
[He gets up, awkwardly with how turned on he is, so he can go to the bathroom and put those ears on. If he's going to do this, then he's doing it right, which means styling his hair around them, hiding the hairband as best he can, making sure he looks good. It won't take more than a minute or two, and then he's ready.
[Sending the "regular" toy first was certainly an effective move! Even more so than Dazai anticipated. He assumed that he'd still need to bargain somewhat - which is fine, and he would have made the whole thing work regardless, but... just goes to show, never underestimate Chuuya's horniness!
He doesn't confirm or deny any timeframe or end to this obsession with Chuuya as his dog, because why would he? As Chuuya convinces himself, doing all Dazai's hard work for him, Dazai pours himself a drink, because he might as well, especially once Chuuya consents - and proceeds to put way too much effort into something like this, but that's Chuuya for you. It's fine; let him torture himself.
Meanwhile, Dazai settles on the couch, drink in hand as he puts the box down next to him; in fact, he picks the spot that Chuuya warmed up for him to sit, because things are likely to get messy anyway, and Chuuya has always been surprisingly useful as a space heater in spite of his size.]
Such a dedicated poochuuya~! [That is a word now. Or maybe Chuuya's new name, who knows. Dazai hasn't decided yet.]
But doggies walk on all fours, and... [Dazai takes the tail of the box and holds it up.] ... they need a tail to wag if they want to be happy, don't they?
[Chuuya flinches back at that name, the way he does when he wants to get angry but holds himself back. But he knows Dazai is doing this on purpose.
And then he's told to walk on all fours. Shit. That's not surprising, but he's starting to realize that he really should have made Dazai clarify what he meant by being his dog before agreeing. He wants to demand that Dazai pour him a drink, too, but now he's already imagining being told to drink out of a bowl. So he walks over to Dazai instead, grabs the bottle, drinks directly from it for a moment, and then sets it down.
And then he gets down on all fours in front of him.]
Didn't realize we'd started.
[It's a logical excuse, right? He sits back on his ankles, looking at that tail.]
Maybe I'm not a happy dog.
[But if Dazai tries to get it on him, he'll lift his hips back up to let him.]
[Maybe they hadn't technically started yet, but Dazai doesn't care. He's not going to make too much of a fuss about the details, though, because he does need Chuuya to be on board for this, or they'll both miss out on a good time. Dazai will just save the option of pushing his advantage for when he really needs it - which also means that Chuuya gets to drink without Dazai commenting on it. Again, it's probably to both their benefit.
Works every time. It's hard not to be smug about Chuuya getting on all fours, but Dazai manages... for the most part.]
Do you want to be a happy dog?
[The most rhetorical of questions, truly. Giving Chuuya's bottom a gentle pat to encourage it further up, Dazai runs the fingers of his free hand around Chuuya's opening. He doesn't exactly need to confirm that Chuuya is loose enough by now, but it can't hurt either! (Or maybe he just wants to torture Chuuya a bit. Could be that.)]
Why don't you think of a few ways a happy dog could show its affection, hmm?
[Like Chuuya will do any thinking at the best of times (in Dazai's opinion), let alone when Dazai starts slowly pushing the business end of that tail into Chuuya. But it feels nice to say, somehow. That, and Dazai enjoys rubbing in Chuuya's few but glaring weaknesses.]
[Dazai doesn't need to act smug for Chuuya to know that he is. But he won't comment or object this time, not when Dazai is holding himself back. He does get to enjoy his victory.
And the question stops him for a second. It would be satisfying to say no, just to be difficult, and because he still wants to object to being a dog at all. But then Dazai might decide that not wanting to be happy is the same as not wanting an orgasm. Besides, he's doing this, why make himself suffer by forcing himself to reject it. He knows he's going to end up enjoying himself.
But that knowledge just makes it more humiliating. Even if that humiliation is just going to turn him on more.
And Dazai accuses him of not overthinking.]
Not sure my irresponsible owner knows how to make me happy.
[Yeah, he did just use that word. Enjoy it while you can, Dazai. For tonight. Ignore how red his cheeks are. Chuuya tries to be subtle about the way he quickly glances back a moment later, not wanting Dazai to notice, but wanting to see his reaction. There's no point if Dazai doesn't enjoy it.
And he'll even take it one step further, feeling that humiliation burning as he does it. Dazai gives him that nudge, and he drops onto his forearms as he lifts his hips up higher, arching his back, making sure he's on display. Letting Dazai know he really is committed to doing this, since he won fair and square (and no other reason, obviously).
It also makes it easier for Dazai to push that plug in. Chuuya closes his eyes, but refuses to start moaning this soon.]
[It's not thinking if it's more like instinct, gosh!
"Owner" is a good word to use, and one that light a certain fire in Dazai in a way that, somewhat surprisingly, has nothing to do with smugness. No, this is far more meaningful than something so superficial... and maybe that is why he still allows Chuuya to talk for now, even though that's not very dog-like. What's right and wrong always depends on Dazai's mood anyway, doesn't it?]
Hmm... Even for an ill-behaved puppy, that lie doesn't suit you.
[Dazai knows perfectly well how to make Chuuya happy, especially when happiness is defined, for this special occasion, as an orgasm (and what a pleasantly clear description that is!). But they both know that, and Dazai doesn't care to bring home the point just yet. He's a little busy bringing home the "point" of that tail, after all~!
Body language is clearly more important than words when it comes to a dog, and Chuuya's overeager ass-raise is appreciated. Dazai pushes the plug in slowly, and, even then, lets it linger at the widest point. Either Chuuya will move marginally, or Dazai will keep pushing it at a snail's (slug's...) pace, and then Chuuya's body will swallow the plug all by itself the rest of the way. It's always a little fun to watch somehow.]
If a dog is badly behaved, that's more of a reflection on the owner.
[Dazai only has himself to blame, clearly. Chuuya might be submitting to this, but that doesn't mean he has to make it easy. Dazai ordered him to be his dog, but he didn't specify an obedient dog.
Though maybe he also doesn't hate using that word. He can never admit that out loud.]
Shit. You don't always have to be a dick about doing that so slow.
[His voice is a little bit strained, though. He's trying to hold himself still, but he's impatient, and Dazai is deliberately teasing him with that plug. Chuuya was loose enough from playing with himself, but the widest point is still a little wider than the toy he'd been using, and he's very aware of that fact, it's and difficult to remind himself to stay relaxed and open.
He loses patience, shifts just a tiny amount, but it's enough to make it pop into place. A soft groan slips out of him as he clenches around the plug
That really depends on when the owner got the dog?
[And Dazai only got Chuuya just now, for the sake of this argument, so clearly he can't be blamed for all the misbehavior due to lack of socializing (over-socializing??) at a formative age, and what not. Not that any other theoretical owner is responsible for that. It's just Chuuya himself trying and failing (in some ways) to be the big dog on the block.]
You like it when I do it so slow. [Sorta kinda. And also, more importantly:] Besides, it's pretty entertaining to watch you down here.
[It really is, for whatever reason - not that the sexual part of it isn't good, but since it's not Dazai's dick in there, clearly he has less reason to care about that at the moment. He pulls back on the plug just enough to watch Chuuya's opening respond to the increased pressure, teasing a finger along the stretched-out skin before letting the plug settle in Chuuya's body again.]
And you're always saying I've been your dog since we met.
[Not that Chuuya should be talking about that like he agrees with it, but he --
No, he definitely isn't thinking anymore, at least. But what Dazai is doing is too distracting, and he was already worked up when they started. And the way Dazai is playing with the plug means he's constantly adjusting to new sensations, new pressure. He'd been clenching to hold it in place while he adjusts, but now he has to relax again as Dazai tugs on it, making his breath stutter momentarily. Dazai's finger teasing along the edge makes his muscles twitch in response.
He shifts his legs just a little further apart.]
Wouldn't know. You're the one with the view.
[Maybe he would be pretty disappointed if Dazai rushes things, or stopped paying attention to him. But is that the same as enjoying the slow pace he's doing this at?
Yes.
He can have more than one reaction to it at once.]
[Reactions are fine; reactions are even, some might say, what life is about. But Dazai always prefers to be the one eliciting them, rather than the one giving them, because who really enjoys having things thrown at them and being forced to react on the spot? Much better to prepare and plan.
Unless you're a masochist, of course. Unless then.]
So you agree that you've always been my dog?
[A very casual question, really. But genuinely so, for the most part - if only because Dazai doesn't expect an answer, let alone a serious one. It's hard not to try to finally Be Right about that one thing after all these years, though. He'll at least ask it, if only rhetorically.]
Hmm, true. [Having let go of the plug, he decides to massage Chuuya's ass around it instead, kneading it like play-doh.] Perhaps I should let you see, too.
[Chuuya is vain enough to have many mirrors, after all! It would be easy enough. It's not really what Dazai had in mind for this particular day, but that's not to say he wouldn't do it.]
[No, he won't give any serious answers right now. Not when he's already this turned on. If this is what being Dazai's dog means, though, it's not that bad.
Even if the tail is distracting. Now that Dazai's let go of the plug, it doesn't take long for him to realize that whenever the tail moves - whenever Chuuya moves - that shifts the plug inside of him, too. He tries to hold himself still for now, but the way Dazai is massaging his ass is jostling him just enough to make that tail shift, and he bites back a moan, a barely-there-sound, as the plug rubs inside of him.]
Me saying it shouldn't matter if you don't agree, Chuuya.
[... Well, perhaps it should matter even less if Chuuya does agree, but facts and logic have very little to do with this particular topic, so the less said about that the better.
Chuuya is always so eager and hence so easy that it should, by all means, bore Dazai to death - which, as it happens, is the most painful way of killing himself he has thought of to date. But somehow Chuuya - and only Chuuya - is not boring when he's this easy. It probably has something to do with how Chuuya, as much as he likes getting fucked, would (Dazai hopes) not allow anyone else to get away with these kinds of extremes.
That's also not something Dazai wants to think about too much, though - not for what it says (or doesn't say) about Chuuya, and not for what it says about himself.]
That's not the same thing, clearly. [Clearly!] Hmm... [Dazai gives some very, very light tugs on the tail, as if that's the sexual equivalent of tapping his chin in thought.] Maybe I should film it with your phone so you can take a closer look later?
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but what if i want you to spread it all over yourself, instead?
[That is not his order, yet. But if Chuuya wants to think it is, that's fine too!]
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too damn sticky
this definitely isn't actually what you ordered, where's the other package?
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five
four
three
two -
[Dingdong~! And no, that's not Dazai, but he's clearly keeping a close eye on the delivery person somehow. (Well, he arguably had to physically slow them down for this whole game to work, so.)]
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But there isn't, surprisingly. It's a few toys and some lingerie, surprisingly tame considering he'd be willing to wear it without Dazai having to convince him first.]
if you're coming over now, i can shower and change into this
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unfortunately i'll be held up a little while longer, but feel free to start without me.
provided your security code is still the same, that is.
[If Chuuya has to physically let Dazai in? Then it's probably not a great idea for him to get started already. As fun as it would be to have Chuuya open the door in lingerie, Dazai doesn't want to wait at the door forever.]
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i changed the code. remember that time with the balloons?
[Did he specifically change the code to something he knows dazai would be able to guess? Obviously not, he'd never, it's just a coincidence, clearly!!
But he'll take Dazai up on that offer. He showers, changes into the thigh highs and garter belt - he hates admitting it, but Dazai has good taste in these things - and then grabs the toys to try them out and get himself ready. He'll sit on the couch, legs lifted and spread, taking his time to work himself open, checking his phone every few minutes to see if Dazai has said anything else.
Not that he's excited.]
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[Yup, that's all he replies; he does, indeed, remember the balloons, and that's all the information he needed (actually more, but he appreciates not having to put any effort in). And no, he won't be texting again after that. He did say he was busy! Which may or may not be true, but either way, he wants Chuuya to get worked up properly before he gets there. That's effort that Dazai doesn't really mind putting in, actually, but for this specific occasion, it's going to make things a lot easier.
He enters eventually, very quietly - out of habit more than with any dark intent (for once) - carrying another package. He did say there was another one, didn't he? (Sort of. Kind of...)]
Well, well, I'm glad to see you didn't waste any time~
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His head has fallen back against the backrest, but he keeps fucking himself, slowly, biting the insides of his cheeks as the toy rubs against his prostate again and again. It's curved in exactly the right way to make that inevitable.
He opens his eyes when Dazai speaks, surprised expression revealing that he hadn't heard him come in, and slows down his hand so he can reply.]
If you didn't get here soon, I was gonna finish without you.
[Rule number one: always lie to Dazai.]
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And what a waste that would have been.
[His rather bored expression suggests he doesn't buy Chuuya's statement in the least, but it's fine: Dazai's got bigger plans right now. He can let Chuuya have this one.
He flops down on the couch next to Chuuya, like that's a perfectly normal thing to do when someone is jerking off.]
I had another present for you, after all~!
[Does it even count as a present when Chuuya paid for it himself? Eh, probably!
Dazai hands over the new and improved(?) package to Chuuya with a smile. Always worry when Dazai is smiling... There's also the fact that he's got an order ready to throw at Chuuya, but he'll let him discover the basics first. Because yes, that package certainly does contain a vibrating dog tail, and some other puppy paraphernalia. (Mostly the ears! The ears are cute.)]
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And then he'll sit up, so he can actually take that package. He gives Dazai a look to let him know he doesn't trust it.]
Pretty sure you got yourself a present.
[But Chuuya secretly loves presents either way, so he's going to rip that open impatiently. And then he's going to just stare.
Oh.
Oh no.]
Fucking bastard. Dazai.
[Yeah, that's definitely a whine.]
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Dazai has the gall to look genuinely surprised at Chuuya's complaint. The impression is marred somewhat by the fact that he comically leans his head on the back of his hand for extra Questioning Expression™ effect - and he uses the hand that's holding the toy for this.]
Is there a problem?
[He knows there's not, because he's got one free order to use against Chuuya in whatever way he sees fit. But that also means that he can make things worse if Chuuya starts to complain too much now. (He probably won't; it's bad enough. But he could.)]
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Except he knows Dazai will make him regret it if he does. And it would only delay the inevitable, since that bastard would definitely buy a new one, so it's probably not worth the risk. But he seriously considers it, for several seconds.]
You only get one order, Dazai.
[So if he orders Chuuya to wear the ears, he can escape the rest... Maybe. For now.]
Shit. You're trying to prove something. [He drops the ears back down.] For the record, even if you can get me off like this, it doesn't mean anything. I'm not your dog.
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[Chuuya may protest as if his life depends on it, but Dazai isn't impressed. They both know that he'll get what he wants in the end - just as they both know that Chuuya will enjoy himself. So, what really does Chuuya have to complain? Dazai ignores the attitude much like one would a misbehaving toddler.
Dazai takes the dog ears out of the box, an innocent(ish) enough start, and holds them out to Chuuya.]
My one order is as follows:
Be. My. Dog.
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For tonight..?
[He repeats it like he's still weighing his options. Dazai knows him too well, though. He's already worked up from having used that toy, he's needy, he wants Dazai's attention. There's a part of him that always wants to give in, even if he never lets himself... Not unless the right buttons are pushed, to bypass all the reasons he has for holding himself back.
He takes the ears. Looks at them, then looks up to meet Dazai's eyes. He could argue that Dazai is trying to hide too many orders within his vaguely phrased one. He could postpone the inevitable a little bit longer...]
At least it proves that I'm not your dog any other night.
[He gets up, awkwardly with how turned on he is, so he can go to the bathroom and put those ears on. If he's going to do this, then he's doing it right, which means styling his hair around them, hiding the hairband as best he can, making sure he looks good. It won't take more than a minute or two, and then he's ready.
Mostly.]
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He doesn't confirm or deny any timeframe or end to this obsession with Chuuya as his dog, because why would he? As Chuuya convinces himself, doing all Dazai's hard work for him, Dazai pours himself a drink, because he might as well, especially once Chuuya consents - and proceeds to put way too much effort into something like this, but that's Chuuya for you. It's fine; let him torture himself.
Meanwhile, Dazai settles on the couch, drink in hand as he puts the box down next to him; in fact, he picks the spot that Chuuya warmed up for him to sit, because things are likely to get messy anyway, and Chuuya has always been surprisingly useful as a space heater in spite of his size.]
Such a dedicated poochuuya~! [That is a word now. Or maybe Chuuya's new name, who knows. Dazai hasn't decided yet.]
But doggies walk on all fours, and... [Dazai takes the tail of the box and holds it up.] ... they need a tail to wag if they want to be happy, don't they?
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And then he's told to walk on all fours. Shit. That's not surprising, but he's starting to realize that he really should have made Dazai clarify what he meant by being his dog before agreeing. He wants to demand that Dazai pour him a drink, too, but now he's already imagining being told to drink out of a bowl. So he walks over to Dazai instead, grabs the bottle, drinks directly from it for a moment, and then sets it down.
And then he gets down on all fours in front of him.]
Didn't realize we'd started.
[It's a logical excuse, right? He sits back on his ankles, looking at that tail.]
Maybe I'm not a happy dog.
[But if Dazai tries to get it on him, he'll lift his hips back up to let him.]
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Works every time. It's hard not to be smug about Chuuya getting on all fours, but Dazai manages... for the most part.]
Do you want to be a happy dog?
[The most rhetorical of questions, truly. Giving Chuuya's bottom a gentle pat to encourage it further up, Dazai runs the fingers of his free hand around Chuuya's opening. He doesn't exactly need to confirm that Chuuya is loose enough by now, but it can't hurt either! (Or maybe he just wants to torture Chuuya a bit. Could be that.)]
Why don't you think of a few ways a happy dog could show its affection, hmm?
[Like Chuuya will do any thinking at the best of times (in Dazai's opinion), let alone when Dazai starts slowly pushing the business end of that tail into Chuuya. But it feels nice to say, somehow. That, and Dazai enjoys rubbing in Chuuya's few but glaring weaknesses.]
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And the question stops him for a second. It would be satisfying to say no, just to be difficult, and because he still wants to object to being a dog at all. But then Dazai might decide that not wanting to be happy is the same as not wanting an orgasm. Besides, he's doing this, why make himself suffer by forcing himself to reject it. He knows he's going to end up enjoying himself.
But that knowledge just makes it more humiliating. Even if that humiliation is just going to turn him on more.
And Dazai accuses him of not
overthinking.]Not sure my irresponsible owner knows how to make me happy.
[Yeah, he did just use that word. Enjoy it while you can, Dazai. For tonight. Ignore how red his cheeks are. Chuuya tries to be subtle about the way he quickly glances back a moment later, not wanting Dazai to notice, but wanting to see his reaction. There's no point if Dazai doesn't enjoy it.
And he'll even take it one step further, feeling that humiliation burning as he does it. Dazai gives him that nudge, and he drops onto his forearms as he lifts his hips up higher, arching his back, making sure he's on display. Letting Dazai know he really is committed to doing this, since he won fair and square (and no other reason, obviously).
It also makes it easier for Dazai to push that plug in. Chuuya closes his eyes, but refuses to start moaning this soon.]
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"Owner" is a good word to use, and one that light a certain fire in Dazai in a way that, somewhat surprisingly, has nothing to do with smugness. No, this is far more meaningful than something so superficial... and maybe that is why he still allows Chuuya to talk for now, even though that's not very dog-like. What's right and wrong always depends on Dazai's mood anyway, doesn't it?]
Hmm... Even for an ill-behaved puppy, that lie doesn't suit you.
[Dazai knows perfectly well how to make Chuuya happy, especially when happiness is defined, for this special occasion, as an orgasm (and what a pleasantly clear description that is!). But they both know that, and Dazai doesn't care to bring home the point just yet. He's a little busy bringing home the "point" of that tail, after all~!
Body language is clearly more important than words when it comes to a dog, and Chuuya's overeager ass-raise is appreciated. Dazai pushes the plug in slowly, and, even then, lets it linger at the widest point. Either Chuuya will move marginally, or Dazai will keep pushing it at a snail's (slug's...) pace, and then Chuuya's body will swallow the plug all by itself the rest of the way. It's always a little fun to watch somehow.]
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[Dazai only has himself to blame, clearly. Chuuya might be submitting to this, but that doesn't mean he has to make it easy. Dazai ordered him to be his dog, but he didn't specify an obedient dog.
Though maybe he also doesn't hate using that word. He can never admit that out loud.]
Shit. You don't always have to be a dick about doing that so slow.
[His voice is a little bit strained, though. He's trying to hold himself still, but he's impatient, and Dazai is deliberately teasing him with that plug. Chuuya was loose enough from playing with himself, but the widest point is still a little wider than the toy he'd been using, and he's very aware of that fact, it's and difficult to remind himself to stay relaxed and open.
He loses patience, shifts just a tiny amount, but it's enough to make it pop into place. A soft groan slips out of him as he clenches around the plug
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[And Dazai only got Chuuya just now, for the sake of this argument, so clearly he can't be blamed for all the misbehavior due to lack of socializing (over-socializing??) at a formative age, and what not. Not that any other theoretical owner is responsible for that. It's just Chuuya himself trying and failing (in some ways) to be the big dog on the block.]
You like it when I do it so slow. [Sorta kinda. And also, more importantly:] Besides, it's pretty entertaining to watch you down here.
[It really is, for whatever reason - not that the sexual part of it isn't good, but since it's not Dazai's dick in there, clearly he has less reason to care about that at the moment. He pulls back on the plug just enough to watch Chuuya's opening respond to the increased pressure, teasing a finger along the stretched-out skin before letting the plug settle in Chuuya's body again.]
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[Not that Chuuya should be talking about that like he agrees with it, but he --
No, he definitely isn't thinking anymore, at least. But what Dazai is doing is too distracting, and he was already worked up when they started. And the way Dazai is playing with the plug means he's constantly adjusting to new sensations, new pressure. He'd been clenching to hold it in place while he adjusts, but now he has to relax again as Dazai tugs on it, making his breath stutter momentarily. Dazai's finger teasing along the edge makes his muscles twitch in response.
He shifts his legs just a little further apart.]
Wouldn't know. You're the one with the view.
[Maybe he would be pretty disappointed if Dazai rushes things, or stopped paying attention to him. But is that the same as enjoying the slow pace he's doing this at?
Yes.He can have more than one reaction to it at once.]
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Unless you're a masochist, of course. Unless then.]
So you agree that you've always been my dog?
[A very casual question, really. But genuinely so, for the most part - if only because Dazai doesn't expect an answer, let alone a serious one. It's hard not to try to finally Be Right about that one thing after all these years, though. He'll at least ask it, if only rhetorically.]
Hmm, true. [Having let go of the plug, he decides to massage Chuuya's ass around it instead, kneading it like play-doh.] Perhaps I should let you see, too.
[Chuuya is vain enough to have many mirrors, after all! It would be easy enough. It's not really what Dazai had in mind for this particular day, but that's not to say he wouldn't do it.]
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[No, he won't give any serious answers right now. Not when he's already this turned on. If this is what being Dazai's dog means, though, it's not that bad.
Even if the tail is distracting. Now that Dazai's let go of the plug, it doesn't take long for him to realize that whenever the tail moves - whenever Chuuya moves - that shifts the plug inside of him, too. He tries to hold himself still for now, but the way Dazai is massaging his ass is jostling him just enough to make that tail shift, and he bites back a moan, a barely-there-sound, as the plug rubs inside of him.]
I can feel it.
[Same thing, clearly.]
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[... Well, perhaps it should matter even less if Chuuya does agree, but facts and logic have very little to do with this particular topic, so the less said about that the better.
Chuuya is always so eager and hence so easy that it should, by all means, bore Dazai to death - which, as it happens, is the most painful way of killing himself he has thought of to date. But somehow Chuuya - and only Chuuya - is not boring when he's this easy. It probably has something to do with how Chuuya, as much as he likes getting fucked, would (Dazai hopes) not allow anyone else to get away with these kinds of extremes.
That's also not something Dazai wants to think about too much, though - not for what it says (or doesn't say) about Chuuya, and not for what it says about himself.]
That's not the same thing, clearly. [Clearly!] Hmm... [Dazai gives some very, very light tugs on the tail, as if that's the sexual equivalent of tapping his chin in thought.] Maybe I should film it with your phone so you can take a closer look later?
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