[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?
[Facts and logic matter even less when Chuuya has lost all ability to focus. He can't keep track of the topic at all like this, and he knows he'll keep accidentally saying more to prove Dazai's point. All he knows is that for now he really is Dazai's dog, and it's... Not the worst thing to be.
He really wouldn't let anyone else do this.
It wouldn't be the same. Those people would bore him, or annoy him. Dazai's the one who knows him like this. Which does mean he knows exactly how to make the humiliation burn, which weaknesses to prod at, take advantage of. It means Chuuya doesn't stand a chance like this. But it also means Chuuya trusts him.
Even if he is a bastard.]
Daazai. [A slight whine, because he's never been able to stop Dazai from filming him before. He clenches tight to stop him from pulling on the plug.] I'll delete it without looking at it.
[Not that it doesn't turn him on. All of this turns him on. He's leaking between his legs and he knows it.]
[So, should Dazai do it or shouldn't he..? For now, he's undecided, and so he doesn't. This has only just started, anyway; perhaps he can save the photographic evidence for later. At the very least he should take an embarrassing pic when Chuuya eventually falls asleep, because Dazai could totally use that as his phone wallpaper and tell people it's a pic of Chuuya after corruption if they ask. (This is "corruption" too, after all~!)
Letting go of the tail, he gives Chuuya's butt another pat, this time to encourage him to move.]
Then perhaps you should give me something better to do than film you. Wouldn't a good dog lick its owner?
[Dazai could take or leave that, but he doesn't mind, and he knows Chuuya will enjoy it at least as much as him. It's a perfectly sensible next step in dog-corruption, he thinks! Besides, if nothing else, the change in position will be pleasurable torture for Chuuya.]
[Wanting a picture of Chuuya sleeping as your wallpaper is kinda gay, Dazai.
Chuuya moves when Dazai pats his butt, before he actually clarifies his instructions. They've been partners for too long, and they've done this for almost as long, so he can usually tell what Dazai wants without him needing to say it. Or at least, he can guess the direction things are going.
And the tail moves with him. Moving with a plug is always its own kind of torture, but he's noticing more and more how having something swishing along behind him affects the way it feels. He's so hard. Clenching to hold it in place doesn't even help, really, and he can't keep that up very long anyway. He tries a position with his hips slightly raised, but the coffee table is in the way, making it a different kind of awkward.]
If you've decided you want to film me, you'll do it anyway.
[He mostly manages to keep his voice even. It's definitely a feat. But he's been prepared for Dazai at least wanting pictures since he saw the inside of that box. As long as he wants them for his own enjoyment as well.
He looks at Dazai's crotch. He really does want to taste him, even if he knows getting Dazai off (if he's allowed to) won't mean his own torture comes to an end, not this early in the evening. He doesn't actually want to be disobedient, either. He shifts again, bites the insides of his cheeks, a moan catching at the back of his throat. Maybe just a small moment of selfish indulgence.
He places his hands on Dazai's knees, uses them to push himself up, imitating the way a dog might rest its paws on its owner to keep its balance on two legs. And then he leans in, licking across Dazai's lips (Dazai never specified where), hands moving up to Dazai's shoulders as he kisses him.
The plug forces another moan out of him like this as well.]
Of course Dazai wants pics, but he is - or was - wondering if it wasn't too soon. As much as he likes teasing, if he pisses off Chuuya for real, that's going to be a waste of a perfectly fine evening. But mostly he wants Chuuya to be a bit more desperate, because while a grumpy Chuu-Chuu is entertaining, it's not what Dazai wants to immortalize in lewd photography. He can look at grumpy Chuuya every day!
Bold of Chuuya to assume that Dazai doesn't enjoy this just as much - and in some ways it's even better, Chuuya torturing himself more with the feeling of the plug as he shifts. But a kiss is honestly nice in itself, and Dazai takes his time with it, kissing back lazily.]
Good boy~ [He brings his hand up for what should probably be petting Chuuya on the head, but it feels better to run his fingers through Chuuya's hair instead, so that's what he does.] Would you like a reward?
[Dogs can definitely talk. But since Chuuya hasn't been too annoying so far, Dazai is happy to continue letting him use words.]
[The kiss is definitely nice. Chuuya is happy to let Dazai control the pace of it, kissing until Dazai is the one to break away, feeling a little out of breath once he does. Between how turned on he is, and how good that was, it's difficult to remember that he's supposed to pretend to hate all this.
He doesn't even remember to object to that good boy right away. There's a sting of humiliation that follows those words, mixed in with the warmth of being praised, of having his efforts acknowledged. Shit.
And Dazai is petting him, so all he wants to do is melt into him, really. Maybe he should just let him get away with it.]
Is the reward a bone?
[He wants it either way. But he knows how much Dazai loves bad jokes.]
[It is very satisfying for Chuuya to provide the bad jokes that Dazai was definitely thinking of but not yet voicing. Dazai chuckles, fingers tightening a bit to scritch at Chuuya's scalp. With or without a tail, Chuuya is definitely a dog - but at least the only acceptable, non-boring dog.]
Why don't you dig and find out~?
[Since dogs do so enjoy having their opposable thumbs, and -... Well, listen, Dazai was always going to play this doggy game by his own rules. It's what he does.
Likewise, he isn't currently planning to indulge in oral sex for too long, because, apart from anything else, it would be a shame if this ended too early. He may be a dick, but he wouldn't leave Chuuya hanging - not unless he has a very good reason to, and Chuuya has been more than cooperative so far. But it's a fun way to extend their play a little, Dazai thinks.
And who knows? Maybe he'll use some of the resulting photo ops after all.]
[Dazai's fingers are sending shivers out from his scalp, comfortable, making Chuuya want to close his eyes and tilt his head to encourage more. He's never been able to get over how good something that small feels.
But the point is to earn those rewards. He indulges for a few moments, and then carefully - slowly - starts to move back down to the floor. That plug is turning every movement into torture, and it's getting increasingly difficult to resist touching himself. He'd do it, except he wants Dazai to do it more. It will be better that way. More satisfying. He can't take care of himself before his owner.
Now he's even thinking the damn word.]
You really don't make it easy for me, do you.
[They both know he loves a challenge, especially when they do things like this. So he leans in, nuzzles Dazai's crotch for a moment, mouths over it... and then catches the zipper between his teeth to pull it down.
Opposable thumbs who?
Though the button is more of a challenge, but give him a few moments and he'll at least try.]
[Just stating the obvious, but stating it all the same. It's not mocking or even disapproving, just a statement of fact. Clearly Dazai is doing this solely for Chuuya's benefit! ... Okay, maybe not quite. But Chuuya still can't complain too much if he enjoys it!
It's fine, Dazai will lend a hand with the button, since Chuuya has made a good show of all the rest. See? He can be a generous owner! Just... when the mood strikes. Don't chip your teeth though, Chuu, he's not paying those vet bills. (Actually maybe do chip your teeth, might be funny. (... Okaaaaay more fun in theory than practice, probably.))
Somehow, he really is rather looking forward to this, even if his arousal tends to be caused more by mental than physical factors. Must just be that Chuuya is fun to bully!]
[Dazai complains about things he likes all the time, so clearly Chuuya can, too!
But he's not complaining about the challenge. He does appreciate the help with the button, since otherwise he might have had to use his hands anyway, and right now that would feel like giving in. Which is a sign that he really is getting more into this than he'd planned to.]
You wouldn't know. You're never easy.
[Dazai still knows. That doesn't mean Chuuya can't call him out right back. His expression is a bit playful, for a once, still looking up at Dazai as he pulls his dick out for him - using his hands now, since he doubts Dazai would appreciate it otherwise. He doesn't break eye contact as he leans in to swipe his tongue across the head.]
[Bold of you to assume that Dazai has things he likes!! But admittedly he doesn't dislike this.
Dazai indeed doesn't mind Chuuya using his hands, even though it would also have been interesting to see how he did without. This is fine, though. In fact, Dazai wouldn't have minded Chuuya using his hands for the button, either, but that is just his mood at the moment, and he's not looking for excuses to punish Chuuya further when Chuuya is taking his current punishment pretty well. It's a lot of fun to bully Chuuya, yes, but Dazai is not normally truly cruel for no reason. (Nevermind that he's good at finding reasons.)
And so it begins. It really is satisfying more mentally than physically - but Dazai has no complaints about the physical stimulation either.]
Neeeever.
[Excuse you, he's not easy. He's not easy because life's not easy and why should he honestly lose to life in that way, it's never liked him and he dislikes it right back.
... Well, maybe he is a little easy. But admitting that kind of messes up his entire world view even now, so he'd rather just not think too deeply on it.]
[That pause was him trying to pick a honorific, but really, there's a limit to how formal he can be with Dazai. Especially when he somehow found a way to tease Dazai a little, in the middle of a scenario specifically designed to humiliate Chuuya. He can't pass that up.
He licks again, taking his time, swirling his tongue around the head.]
If you don't like being easy, I'll get you hard.
[And maybe that bad pun is a sort of not-apology for the teasing, since he knows he won't get away with it if Dazai decides he shouldn't. Especially since he can't even do anything right now without getting himself more desperate. He leans in to lick along the length of Dazai's cock, not yet taking him in his mouth, knowing it's better if he doesn't rush it... And the plug shifts, making him moan. His own erection keeps brushing against his thigh, too, so he shifts his knees a bit further apart to avoid that stimulation.
He swears spreading his legs causes the plug to get pulled in just a fraction deeper, pressing more firmly against that spot inside him. He lets out a breath, eyes closing briefly in frustration.
He wants to focus on Dazai.
He's determined to give a great blowjob and to ignore his own needs. Even if he could probably cum with a touch.]
[There are no complaints from owner-chan, as it happens. This was never about being formal. Besides, who expects a dog to understand formality? ... They should just save the formal language for when Chuuya is a maid, clearly!
That is an excellent bad pun, and as a reward, Dazai continues to pet Chuuya's hair, running it through his fingers and stroking behind Chuuya's ears (both the real ones and the dog ones). He's not trying to guide Chuuya at all - not yet, at least - because it's far more interesting to see what Chuuya will do.
It's honestly tempting to just let Chuuya come, especially since he's being relatively well-behaved here, but Dazai doesn't want the effort he put into setting this up (all, like, five minutes of it) going to waste too quickly. Besides, he does enjoy teasing Chuuya, whether the guy is behaving or not.]
Since you're having such a good time, shouldn't you be wagging your tail?
[Clearly Chuuya can't be having a good time, otherwise!]
[He shouldn't do it. He never promised to be obedient, so he doesn't have to do it.
But he's too needy already, and Dazai's hand is in his hair, petting him, and it feels good. And he wants to impress. The look he sends Dazai makes it clear he's not happy about it - it's too damn embarrassing - even if it's not nearly as convincing as it normally would have been. He lifts his hips up a bit so he can attempt to shake the damn tail.
He groans. His head drops forward as his body stills again.]
Shit. [This is why he was avoiding movement.] I can't do both. And I'll cum too soon.
[Maybe that's the challenge. Somehow keep his focus on giving Dazai a great blowjob, while also shaking the torture device inside of him, without cumming. He does love a challenge, to prove himself, but Dazai hasn't said that's what it is. Maybe he wants Chuuya to spill himself onto the floor, so he can tease him about it, or make him too sensitive for the next stage.
It doesn't matter. It's impossible to tell with Dazai, and either way, Chuuya is along for the ride. Dazai knows what he likes and what he can take.]
At least let me taste you.
[He lifts his head up again, to get his lips back on Dazai's cock, kissing the base before letting it slide along his cheek until he reaches the tip, not caring about the trail of precome and spit that's left behind on his skin. A bit impatiently, he takes it into his mouth. It'll be easier this way too, an easier motion to match with his hips, if he has to start that shaking up again.]
[Well, as long as Chuuya is admitting that he can't do it, that's a good result in and of itself. Dazai does enjoy his petty victories.]
Put in the work, then.
[Of course Chuuya will; of course Dazai doesn't have to say it. Words aside, it's more of an agreement that, yes, Dazai will let Chuuya taste him, since Chuuya asked so "nicely". For now, Chuuya doesn't have to wag his tail. Only when Dazai is about to come, himself - in the not-so-distant future, because Chuuya definitely knows what he's doing - will he tell Chuuya to wag his tail again.
And then maybe Dazai will see if he can nudge at Chuuya's dick with his foot, too, just to bring him crashing down properly. Not his fault if this should result in Chuuya not tasting all of him, but getting some on his face or wherever! Any results are good as long as they both come, though.]
[He always puts in the work, especially when it comes to this. He loves doing it - the taste of precome and skin, the weight of Dazai's dick on his tongue, the fact that it's so filthy and so intimate all at once - and more than that, he loves to please. He wants to impress. He starts off a bit more slowly, paying attention to any signs from Dazai that it's time to build in intensity.
(He doesn't care about warming up for his own sake - it might be uncomfortable, might make his throat extra sore, might make him choke and struggle to time his breaths, but all of that just makes it better. He does know, though, that being on the receiving end of a blowjob that goes too hard too fast is uncomfortable more than pleasurable. So for Dazai's sake, he starts off slow.)
But it's not long before they're both into it, and at that point, obviously everything will go to Dazai's plan. Even Chuuya can't deny that he's easy like this. Dazai gives the order, and the thought of not obeying doesn't even cross his mind, he just wiggles his hips, the tail shaking behind him.
He groans around Dazai's length, movement stuttering at that wave of pleasure from the plug. And then Dazai's foot rubs against him. He'd already lost his rhythm. He tries to force himself to take Dazai deep again, but he's coming, he can't hold himself back, the head of Dazai's dick stretches his throat and he chokes, hard enough to make his eyes water. The first bit of Dazai's cum does hit his tongue, but some of it dribbles back out again as Chuuya pulls off, trying the whole time not to pull off, fighting his own body. The rest of Dazai's cum streaks across his face, dripping onto his chest.
While Chuuya has spilled himself over Dazai's foot, the floor, making even more of a mess. He's panting, looking up at Dazai.]
[Orgasm is nice and all, but Dazai still keeps his other head in the game to some degree too, because, well, what fun is it if he just comes? He can do that all by himself! Why would he ever settle for just coming if he can also mess with Chuuya in the process? Not to mention that looking at Chuuya when Chuuya is like this isn't exactly terrible. It's almost entertaining in its own right, in fact.
He moans as he climaxes, but it's nothing compared the noises Chuuya is making - more of a very satisfied sigh, if anything. Dazai cups Chuuya's face in his hands, his thumbs lovingly stroking Chuuya's cheeks... and maybe wiping some of Dazai's cum around, but hey, who cares? With Chuuya down there, dirty and panting, Dazai can only conclude once again: Chuuya is truly, genuinely, just like a dog.]
There's a good boy.
[He's not mocking Chuuya or anything. He really means it, and means it quite lovingly - sick and twisted though it may be.]
[Chuuya's head is definitely not in the game, at this point. Either head, though the lower one is likely to recover a lot faster. He leans into Dazai's touch, turning his head enough to press an open-mouthed kiss to his palm, not thinking much about it. He doesn't care about the mess. There's none of his usual defenses left, for now, not while he feels this good.
Which is why that praise just makes him feel warm, instead of humiliated.]
Mmm.
[Words are overrated. He's still Dazai's dog for tonight, so he wiggles his hips again... Only to whimper from how sensitive everything is. Shit.
[Dazai makes a mental note to himself to send Chuuya toys ahead of time more often. This has really been a roaring success! And the night's not over yet, but they certainly both need a bit of time to recover before they consider a round two, so Dazai pats Chuuya's head once more, and gets up, loosely tucking himself in in that same motion.]
Wait there. You're going to need to drink some water before we continue.
[And so Dazai goes to the kitchen, gives himself a very brief wash, and gets some water for Chuuya.
In a bowl. Which he'll place on the floor. Listen, he's nice, but not that nice.]
[Chuuya isn't surprised. He'd already predicted this kind of thing from Dazai, so when he sets the bowl down in front of him, he doesn't bother trying to object. He does need some water, and he knows won't be allowed to drink it out of anything else, even if he asks. He could pick the bowl up to drink, but he doesn't really want to deal with whatever punishment Dazai comes up with for that, and he doesn't want to go back on his own promise either.
Besides, he feels good. It's not just because of the orgasm, but the submission, and being pushed to the point where he can actually start to let go. Isn't that the point of this?
Even if Dazai is going to be unbearably smug about it, and the humiliation will only get worse from here on out.
Resisting now would mean putting his guard back up, and losing that quiet sort of buzz filling his brain and wiping out his normally ever-present stress.]
Such a considerate owner.
[Which doesn't mean he can't add a bit of sarcasm to his tone. He doesn't sound defensive at this point, though, and he just leans down, awkwardly trying to lap up a bit of water with a tongue that definitely wasn't designed to drink like this. Maybe the best way would be to slurp some up...
Yeah, no, relaxed or not, it's definitely still embarrassing.]
[Is it better or worse that Dazai is, at the very least and for what it's worth, not really making a show of how smug he is about all this? It's like he never doubted that this would all go exactly the way it did.
Well, he didn't, really. He does know Chuuya fairly well by now. And while he enjoys putting Chuuya in this kind of position, he doesn't really care about the details too much. A little bit of slurping isn't going to make him look at Chuuya any differently, if it comes to that.
Rather than sitting on the couch again, Dazai sits next to Chuuya on the floor - just straight up, not on all fours. (He can at least keep some height advantage here!) He runs a finger along Chuuya's spine, a parody of petting his dog.]
It's my dog's fault for being so adorable like this.
Go on, then.
[Drink some water already, Dazai is waiting. (Not really. (He's also "forgetting" to drink anything himself, but hey, who cares? This is pet-spoiling time.))]
[Chuuya ducks his head, surprised himself by the effect those words have on him. It's the combination of teasing and praise, being called adorable, which he'd normally bristle at, when Dazai is being this possessive. Dazai really knows all of his weaknesses, the bastard.
He leans down to drink, obediently, keeping his hips raised this time, too, just to stay within reach of the hand stroking his back. And there's really no dignified way of doing this. He tries to lap up water, ineffectively, mostly getting his chin wet, which does wash off some of the cum. But it's only when he leans down a bit further that he's actually able to successfully drink, slurping as quietly as he can.
He can feel water dripping off him when he lifts his head.]
[Dazai makes a vaguely disgusted sound at the suggestion.]
Not thirsty.
[He'll drink eventually. Probably. Maybe. He's just not in the mood for it right now, but that's not reflective of anything other than his general laziness, and perhaps some small measure of genuine contentment regarding what he's doing.
... Or maybe it's the unease resulting from that contentment that has him semi-consciously reject the basic necessities, because who wants to think about having a nice thing when no nice thing ever lasts? May as well very low-key sorta-kinda-almost self-destruct (albeit in a very lowkey, basement-bargain kind of way that honestly doesn't count, especially for him).
He knows Chuuya might not agree, though, so he heads that discussion off before it even begins, distracting with some gentle(?) mocking.]
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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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[Facts and logic matter even less when Chuuya has lost all ability to focus. He can't keep track of the topic at all like this, and he knows he'll keep accidentally saying more to prove Dazai's point. All he knows is that for now he really is Dazai's dog, and it's... Not the worst thing to be.
He really wouldn't let anyone else do this.
It wouldn't be the same. Those people would bore him, or annoy him. Dazai's the one who knows him like this. Which does mean he knows exactly how to make the humiliation burn, which weaknesses to prod at, take advantage of. It means Chuuya doesn't stand a chance like this. But it also means Chuuya trusts him.
Even if he is a bastard.]
Daazai. [A slight whine, because he's never been able to stop Dazai from filming him before. He clenches tight to stop him from pulling on the plug.] I'll delete it without looking at it.
[Not that it doesn't turn him on. All of this turns him on. He's leaking between his legs and he knows it.]
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[So, should Dazai do it or shouldn't he..? For now, he's undecided, and so he doesn't. This has only just started, anyway; perhaps he can save the photographic evidence for later. At the very least he should take an embarrassing pic when Chuuya eventually falls asleep, because Dazai could totally use that as his phone wallpaper and tell people it's a pic of Chuuya after corruption if they ask. (This is "corruption" too, after all~!)
Letting go of the tail, he gives Chuuya's butt another pat, this time to encourage him to move.]
Then perhaps you should give me something better to do than film you. Wouldn't a good dog lick its owner?
[Dazai could take or leave that, but he doesn't mind, and he knows Chuuya will enjoy it at least as much as him. It's a perfectly sensible next step in dog-corruption, he thinks! Besides, if nothing else, the change in position will be pleasurable torture for Chuuya.]
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Chuuya moves when Dazai pats his butt, before he actually clarifies his instructions. They've been partners for too long, and they've done this for almost as long, so he can usually tell what Dazai wants without him needing to say it. Or at least, he can guess the direction things are going.
And the tail moves with him. Moving with a plug is always its own kind of torture, but he's noticing more and more how having something swishing along behind him affects the way it feels. He's so hard. Clenching to hold it in place doesn't even help, really, and he can't keep that up very long anyway. He tries a position with his hips slightly raised, but the coffee table is in the way, making it a different kind of awkward.]
If you've decided you want to film me, you'll do it anyway.
[He mostly manages to keep his voice even. It's definitely a feat. But he's been prepared for Dazai at least wanting pictures since he saw the inside of that box. As long as he wants them for his own enjoyment as well.
He looks at Dazai's crotch. He really does want to taste him, even if he knows getting Dazai off (if he's allowed to) won't mean his own torture comes to an end, not this early in the evening. He doesn't actually want to be disobedient, either. He shifts again, bites the insides of his cheeks, a moan catching at the back of his throat. Maybe just a small moment of selfish indulgence.
He places his hands on Dazai's knees, uses them to push himself up, imitating the way a dog might rest its paws on its owner to keep its balance on two legs. And then he leans in, licking across Dazai's lips (Dazai never specified where), hands moving up to Dazai's shoulders as he kisses him.
The plug forces another moan out of him like this as well.]
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Of course Dazai wants pics, but he is - or was - wondering if it wasn't too soon. As much as he likes teasing, if he pisses off Chuuya for real, that's going to be a waste of a perfectly fine evening. But mostly he wants Chuuya to be a bit more desperate, because while a grumpy Chuu-Chuu is entertaining, it's not what Dazai wants to immortalize in lewd photography. He can look at grumpy Chuuya every day!
Bold of Chuuya to assume that Dazai doesn't enjoy this just as much - and in some ways it's even better, Chuuya torturing himself more with the feeling of the plug as he shifts. But a kiss is honestly nice in itself, and Dazai takes his time with it, kissing back lazily.]
Good boy~ [He brings his hand up for what should probably be petting Chuuya on the head, but it feels better to run his fingers through Chuuya's hair instead, so that's what he does.] Would you like a reward?
[Dogs can definitely talk. But since Chuuya hasn't been too annoying so far, Dazai is happy to continue letting him use words.]
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He doesn't even remember to object to that good boy right away. There's a sting of humiliation that follows those words, mixed in with the warmth of being praised, of having his efforts acknowledged. Shit.
And Dazai is petting him, so all he wants to do is melt into him, really. Maybe he should just let him get away with it.]
Is the reward a bone?
[He wants it either way. But he knows how much Dazai loves bad jokes.]
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Why don't you dig and find out~?
[Since dogs do so enjoy having their opposable thumbs, and -... Well, listen, Dazai was always going to play this doggy game by his own rules. It's what he does.
Likewise, he isn't currently planning to indulge in oral sex for too long, because, apart from anything else, it would be a shame if this ended too early. He may be a dick, but he wouldn't leave Chuuya hanging - not unless he has a very good reason to, and Chuuya has been more than cooperative so far. But it's a fun way to extend their play a little, Dazai thinks.
And who knows? Maybe he'll use some of the resulting photo ops after all.]
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But the point is to earn those rewards. He indulges for a few moments, and then carefully - slowly - starts to move back down to the floor. That plug is turning every movement into torture, and it's getting increasingly difficult to resist touching himself. He'd do it, except he wants Dazai to do it more. It will be better that way. More satisfying. He can't take care of himself before his owner.
Now he's even thinking the damn word.]
You really don't make it easy for me, do you.
[They both know he loves a challenge, especially when they do things like this. So he leans in, nuzzles Dazai's crotch for a moment, mouths over it... and then catches the zipper between his teeth to pull it down.
Opposable thumbs who?
Though the button is more of a challenge, but give him a few moments and he'll at least try.]
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[Just stating the obvious, but stating it all the same. It's not mocking or even disapproving, just a statement of fact. Clearly Dazai is doing this solely for Chuuya's benefit! ... Okay, maybe not quite. But Chuuya still can't complain too much if he enjoys it!
It's fine, Dazai will lend a hand with the button, since Chuuya has made a good show of all the rest. See? He can be a generous owner! Just... when the mood strikes. Don't chip your teeth though, Chuu, he's not paying those vet bills. (Actually maybe do chip your teeth, might be funny. (... Okaaaaay more fun in theory than practice, probably.))
Somehow, he really is rather looking forward to this, even if his arousal tends to be caused more by mental than physical factors. Must just be that Chuuya is fun to bully!]
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But he's not complaining about the challenge. He does appreciate the help with the button, since otherwise he might have had to use his hands anyway, and right now that would feel like giving in. Which is a sign that he really is getting more into this than he'd planned to.]
You wouldn't know. You're never easy.
[Dazai still knows. That doesn't mean Chuuya can't call him out right back. His expression is a bit playful, for a once, still looking up at Dazai as he pulls his dick out for him - using his hands now, since he doubts Dazai would appreciate it otherwise. He doesn't break eye contact as he leans in to swipe his tongue across the head.]
Maybe a little easy.
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Dazai indeed doesn't mind Chuuya using his hands, even though it would also have been interesting to see how he did without. This is fine, though. In fact, Dazai wouldn't have minded Chuuya using his hands for the button, either, but that is just his mood at the moment, and he's not looking for excuses to punish Chuuya further when Chuuya is taking his current punishment pretty well. It's a lot of fun to bully Chuuya, yes, but Dazai is not normally truly cruel for no reason. (Nevermind that he's good at finding reasons.)
And so it begins. It really is satisfying more mentally than physically - but Dazai has no complaints about the physical stimulation either.]
Neeeever.
[Excuse you, he's not easy. He's not easy because life's not easy and why should he honestly lose to life in that way, it's never liked him and he dislikes it right back.
... Well, maybe he is a little easy. But admitting that kind of messes up his entire world view even now, so he'd rather just not think too deeply on it.]
Now be a good boy and keep going?
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[That pause was him trying to pick a honorific, but really, there's a limit to how formal he can be with Dazai. Especially when he somehow found a way to tease Dazai a little, in the middle of a scenario specifically designed to humiliate Chuuya. He can't pass that up.
He licks again, taking his time, swirling his tongue around the head.]
If you don't like being easy, I'll get you hard.
[And maybe that bad pun is a sort of not-apology for the teasing, since he knows he won't get away with it if Dazai decides he shouldn't. Especially since he can't even do anything right now without getting himself more desperate. He leans in to lick along the length of Dazai's cock, not yet taking him in his mouth, knowing it's better if he doesn't rush it... And the plug shifts, making him moan. His own erection keeps brushing against his thigh, too, so he shifts his knees a bit further apart to avoid that stimulation.
He swears spreading his legs causes the plug to get pulled in just a fraction deeper, pressing more firmly against that spot inside him. He lets out a breath, eyes closing briefly in frustration.
He wants to focus on Dazai.
He's determined to give a great blowjob and to ignore his own needs. Even if he could probably cum with a touch.]
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That is an excellent bad pun, and as a reward, Dazai continues to pet Chuuya's hair, running it through his fingers and stroking behind Chuuya's ears (both the real ones and the dog ones). He's not trying to guide Chuuya at all - not yet, at least - because it's far more interesting to see what Chuuya will do.
It's honestly tempting to just let Chuuya come, especially since he's being relatively well-behaved here, but Dazai doesn't want the effort he put into setting this up (all, like, five minutes of it) going to waste too quickly. Besides, he does enjoy teasing Chuuya, whether the guy is behaving or not.]
Since you're having such a good time, shouldn't you be wagging your tail?
[Clearly Chuuya can't be having a good time, otherwise!]
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But he's too needy already, and Dazai's hand is in his hair, petting him, and it feels good. And he wants to impress. The look he sends Dazai makes it clear he's not happy about it - it's too damn embarrassing - even if it's not nearly as convincing as it normally would have been. He lifts his hips up a bit so he can attempt to shake the damn tail.
He groans. His head drops forward as his body stills again.]
Shit. [This is why he was avoiding movement.] I can't do both. And I'll cum too soon.
[Maybe that's the challenge. Somehow keep his focus on giving Dazai a great blowjob, while also shaking the torture device inside of him, without cumming. He does love a challenge, to prove himself, but Dazai hasn't said that's what it is. Maybe he wants Chuuya to spill himself onto the floor, so he can tease him about it, or make him too sensitive for the next stage.
It doesn't matter. It's impossible to tell with Dazai, and either way, Chuuya is along for the ride. Dazai knows what he likes and what he can take.]
At least let me taste you.
[He lifts his head up again, to get his lips back on Dazai's cock, kissing the base before letting it slide along his cheek until he reaches the tip, not caring about the trail of precome and spit that's left behind on his skin. A bit impatiently, he takes it into his mouth. It'll be easier this way too, an easier motion to match with his hips, if he has to start that shaking up again.]
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Put in the work, then.
[Of course Chuuya will; of course Dazai doesn't have to say it. Words aside, it's more of an agreement that, yes, Dazai will let Chuuya taste him, since Chuuya asked so "nicely". For now, Chuuya doesn't have to wag his tail. Only when Dazai is about to come, himself - in the not-so-distant future, because Chuuya definitely knows what he's doing - will he tell Chuuya to wag his tail again.
And then maybe Dazai will see if he can nudge at Chuuya's dick with his foot, too, just to bring him crashing down properly. Not his fault if this should result in Chuuya not tasting all of him, but getting some on his face or wherever! Any results are good as long as they both come, though.]
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(He doesn't care about warming up for his own sake - it might be uncomfortable, might make his throat extra sore, might make him choke and struggle to time his breaths, but all of that just makes it better. He does know, though, that being on the receiving end of a blowjob that goes too hard too fast is uncomfortable more than pleasurable. So for Dazai's sake, he starts off slow.)
But it's not long before they're both into it, and at that point, obviously everything will go to Dazai's plan. Even Chuuya can't deny that he's easy like this. Dazai gives the order, and the thought of not obeying doesn't even cross his mind, he just wiggles his hips, the tail shaking behind him.
He groans around Dazai's length, movement stuttering at that wave of pleasure from the plug. And then Dazai's foot rubs against him. He'd already lost his rhythm. He tries to force himself to take Dazai deep again, but he's coming, he can't hold himself back, the head of Dazai's dick stretches his throat and he chokes, hard enough to make his eyes water. The first bit of Dazai's cum does hit his tongue, but some of it dribbles back out again as Chuuya pulls off, trying the whole time not to pull off, fighting his own body. The rest of Dazai's cum streaks across his face, dripping onto his chest.
While Chuuya has spilled himself over Dazai's foot, the floor, making even more of a mess. He's panting, looking up at Dazai.]
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He moans as he climaxes, but it's nothing compared the noises Chuuya is making - more of a very satisfied sigh, if anything. Dazai cups Chuuya's face in his hands, his thumbs lovingly stroking Chuuya's cheeks... and maybe wiping some of Dazai's cum around, but hey, who cares? With Chuuya down there, dirty and panting, Dazai can only conclude once again: Chuuya is truly, genuinely, just like a dog.]
There's a good boy.
[He's not mocking Chuuya or anything. He really means it, and means it quite lovingly - sick and twisted though it may be.]
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Which is why that praise just makes him feel warm, instead of humiliated.]
Mmm.
[Words are overrated. He's still Dazai's dog for tonight, so he wiggles his hips again... Only to whimper from how sensitive everything is. Shit.
Well, Dazai's tortured him worse in the past.]
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Wait there. You're going to need to drink some water before we continue.
[And so Dazai goes to the kitchen, gives himself a very brief wash, and gets some water for Chuuya.
In a bowl. Which he'll place on the floor. Listen, he's nice, but not that nice.]
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Besides, he feels good. It's not just because of the orgasm, but the submission, and being pushed to the point where he can actually start to let go. Isn't that the point of this?
Even if Dazai is going to be unbearably smug about it, and the humiliation will only get worse from here on out.
Resisting now would mean putting his guard back up, and losing that quiet sort of buzz filling his brain and wiping out his normally ever-present stress.]
Such a considerate owner.
[Which doesn't mean he can't add a bit of sarcasm to his tone. He doesn't sound defensive at this point, though, and he just leans down, awkwardly trying to lap up a bit of water with a tongue that definitely wasn't designed to drink like this. Maybe the best way would be to slurp some up...
Yeah, no, relaxed or not, it's definitely still embarrassing.]
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Well, he didn't, really. He does know Chuuya fairly well by now. And while he enjoys putting Chuuya in this kind of position, he doesn't really care about the details too much. A little bit of slurping isn't going to make him look at Chuuya any differently, if it comes to that.
Rather than sitting on the couch again, Dazai sits next to Chuuya on the floor - just straight up, not on all fours. (He can at least keep some height advantage here!) He runs a finger along Chuuya's spine, a parody of petting his dog.]
It's my dog's fault for being so adorable like this.
Go on, then.
[Drink some water already, Dazai is waiting. (Not really. (He's also "forgetting" to drink anything himself, but hey, who cares? This is pet-spoiling time.))]
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He leans down to drink, obediently, keeping his hips raised this time, too, just to stay within reach of the hand stroking his back. And there's really no dignified way of doing this. He tries to lap up water, ineffectively, mostly getting his chin wet, which does wash off some of the cum. But it's only when he leans down a bit further that he's actually able to successfully drink, slurping as quietly as he can.
He can feel water dripping off him when he lifts his head.]
You'll need water, too.
[Alcohol doesn't count.]
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Not thirsty.
[He'll drink eventually. Probably. Maybe. He's just not in the mood for it right now, but that's not reflective of anything other than his general laziness, and perhaps some small measure of genuine contentment regarding what he's doing.
... Or maybe it's the unease resulting from that contentment that has him semi-consciously reject the basic necessities, because who wants to think about having a nice thing when no nice thing ever lasts? May as well very low-key sorta-kinda-almost self-destruct (albeit in a very lowkey, basement-bargain kind of way that honestly doesn't count, especially for him).
He knows Chuuya might not agree, though, so he heads that discussion off before it even begins, distracting with some gentle(?) mocking.]
I was never as thirsty as you, you know~
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