[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.]
[Chuuya doesn't agree, Dazai's right about that, but he's also not going to push it too much. There are better ways to get Dazai to drink water, and besides, he doesn't want to ruin this mood either. Sure, that mood is at Chuuya's expense, but... It's not, really.
Well, the mocking is.]
Just because you don't know how to satisfy anyone.
[That's an obvious lie, no matter how quickly he recovers after each round, so his best course of action is to distract Dazai before he can call him out. And he hates the feeling of water on his face, so he turns, and "jumps" on Dazai - lifting up to throw his weight against him, hands against his chest.
His goal isn't to knock Dazai over, though it might be funny if he does. No, his goal is to lean in and rub his face clean against his shirt.]
[An even bigger lie, cut short by Chuuya almost knocking him over, because Dazai is weak and wholly unprepared. (Maybe he's a bit more dazed from his orgasm than he cares to let on!) He doesn't quite fall down, though, and then he's left with a lot of confusion as he stares at Chuuya... rubbing his face on him.]
This is why people hate dogs, you know.
[Not really, and even Dazai doesn't actually care, but... what else is he supposed to say when Chuuya is being his mad dog self?]
[His face feels a lot cleaner now. And actual washcloth would have been more effective, but getting to annoy Dazai a little is a bonus.]
You really can't complain about dogs tonight.
[He can. Dazai always can. He nuzzles into Dazai's neck for a moment, considers playing up the part, maybe biting him a little, but... He's still not in the mood to annoy Dazai too much. He smells good.]
A lot of people like when their dog jumps on them.
[He says that, but it's not like he tries to push Chuuya away: it's more of a verbal shrug, saving Dazai the trouble of moving with Chuuya pressed up against him. That said, he does move to cup Chuuya's ass with his hands... before using one hand to mess with that plug a little bit. (What? Some animals like it when you stroke the base of their tail!)]
And I can certainly complain about an ill-behaved dog that's made a mess all over.
[He can... but he doesn't. This kind of teasing is easier than giving his actually honest, surprisingly positive opinion on Chuuya, though.]
[Chuuya can tell when Dazai is actually complaining, and he knows that this isn't it. It's just teasing. Dazai wants this, after all.]
Like y--
[But apparently he won't get to tease him back about his lack of taste. He's cut off by a small gasp as Dazai starts playing with the plug. Chuuya presses closer, hips shifting, still feeling too sensitive from before. It's not like that tail is giving him a chance to actually recover.]
[Indeed, what a terrible tail this is turning into! But Dazai's still having fun, and clearly that's all that counts.]
You behave poorly every single day. [Then again, if Dazai had a problem with that, he wouldn't be "complaining" in a low, seductive semi-whisper, continuing to play with the plug and fingering Chuuya's skin around it.] Isn't it about time you started making your owner-chan proud?
[Well, a fully behaving Chuuya would get kind of boring... but for now? Dazai wouldn't mind it. It is rather nice to have Chuuya squirming under his touch, after all.]
[Chuuya keeps squirming, moving his hips like he's trying to pull away. But considering that he's still pressed against Dazai, easily within reach no matter how much he moves, his efforts are not that convincing. He doesn't want Dazai to stop, except that it's definitely a little too much.
And he could behave. He has been behaving. He should be mortified by the idea. He opens his mouth like he's tempted to bite, letting Dazai feel his teeth against his shoulder, but pauses there, because he's torn, but he's doing this, he agreed to the game, and he likes the way Dazai's been praising him and petting him. He could misbehave. He could also not.]
So teach me how to make you proud.
[Train your dog. He pulls his mouth away, letting Dazai have the satisfaction of knowing he's won.]
[Dazai wasn't particularly aiming for such a reply - he knows better than assuming too much from Chuuya, after all - but it certainly is satisfying to get it, heat pooling heavily inside of him all over again. How, indeed! So many options, so little -... Well, nevermind that part. They have plenty of everything they need, probably.]
First of all, you'll need to get rid of this, won't you?
[He pulls lightly on the plug, before letting go of it altogether.]
No hands. Dogs don't have hands to use, after all.
[That's not what he'd expected. He lifts his head finally, looking at Dazai.]
How the hell am I meant to do that?
[He could try pushing it out, but the plug is designed to stay in, so he's not likely to get very far. Especially not with Dazai distracting him. He wonders if he could get away with using his hands more like paws... Or if he did something similar with his foot, trapping the tail against the floor and then yanking his hips up. He's trying to think of ways to make it the least embarrassing he can.
That's not what Dazai wants.
He twists his body so he can look at the tail, because he's pretty sure he knows what Dazai is getting at.]
[Which is a supposedly wholesome statement for a decidedly not wholesome situation, but there ya go. Dazai thinks that Chuuya could push out the plug if he really tried, and he'd welcome the sight of Chuuya trying regardless of success... but that's hardly the only outcome here that would satisfy him. Hell, just seeing Chuuya struggling for a bit is always satisfying enough!
Worse comes to worst, Dazai can always hold the end of the tail between his feet and make Chuuya climb up towards him to pull it out. Since dogs like to jump on their owners so much, and all that.]
[Not at all wholesome. Chuuya hesitates. The way to make his owner proud right now is to humiliate himself, that much is obvious.
It does mean he has to pull away a little. He scoots backwards, ducking his head again, not ready to look at Dazai looking at him like this. But he wants to try. And he'll try with his foot first, making sure the tail is flat against the floor and then pinning it down, before yanking his hips forwards, trying to push on the plug at the same time. The fur only glides against the floor.
The plug somehow feels even bigger inside him.]
I don't wanna ruin it.
[Even though he shouldn't care about the tail, since obviously he'll never do this for Dazai again. But he's not thinking about that. Maybe if he traps it with both legs, he'll be able to get enough force. He twists more, trying to find the right position. If he bends enough, maybe he can use his hands as paws, and get more control, even if it's almost cheating...
He's fully aware this is going to turn into the picture of a dog chasing its own tail.]
[Success is honestly secondary, as is his own eventual joining in on the "fun"; what really gives Dazai joy is seeing Chuuya struggle this way. Momentary satisfaction is fake at best and elusive at worst in all aspects of life. Why hurry towards an uncertain end goal when the journey is so entertaining?
Every time Dazai thinks he's got Chuuya figured out, that silly chibi manages to surprise him in the most unexpected of ways. Chuuya doesn't want to ruin the tail?! Dazai has no illusions about getting to do this again any time soon, especially by the time he's done with Chuuya here, but even so... it's an oddly touching statement, somehow. It's not like Dazai doesn't know that Chuuya enjoys this kind of thing - it's extremely obvious all over, at the moment! - but that level of commitment, and admitting his enjoyment, is certainly more than Dazai had bargained for.
Clearly a reward is in order.]
It can't be helped... [He extends a hand, but otherwise doesn't move.] Let me stroke it, hmm?
[He's not going to pull the tail out (probably!), but he can hold it and so keep it from harm while Chuuya does all the hard work.]
[It's surprising him, too. Or it will, when he stops to think about it, but for now he's too caught up in the moment and in their game. The earlier praise felt too good - better, maybe, than the orgasm. He's always reluctant to acknowledge this side of him, but if anyone was going to bring it out, it would be Dazai. He's the only one Chuuya trusts like this.
He pauses, glancing back at Dazai, a little surprised but not at all complaining. He turns, moving closer again so his tail is within reach.]
I would have figured it out.
[But this works, too. At least he won't have to keep contorting himself on the floor... Well, Dazai will probably find more reasons for him to do exactly that.]
[Chuuya probably would have figured it out, but that's clearly not as important as getting this done. Dazai's fingers brush over Chuuya's ass before stroking along the tail, his grip tightening there - but he only pulls the tail straight, making no effort to pull it out.]
Go on, then.
[Chuuya can put all the work in as per usual. Dazai has always been rather fond of that task division!]
[This is probably an even better view for Dazai, he realises, now that he got to watch Chuuya roll around and make a fool of himself for a bit. But it does make it a little bit easier for Chuuya, too. He spreads his knees apart, arches his back again, both because it looks good and because it's easier to relax around the plug in this position.
He shifts forwards. Wiggles his hips a bit, like he's wiggling the thing loose. Tries to push at the same time. Dazai really isn't offering any help from his end, aside from holding the plug still, but Chuuya has always loved a challenge.
And it takes a couple of minutes of figuring out the best strategy. He yanks his hips forward, then twists to the side at the end of the motion, pushing... And it pops free.
Chuuya groans, asshole clenching and unclenching around nothing but air.
His face is definitely red, but at least the rest of him is flushing as well to cover that up, with how turned on he is again.]
[There's something extremely satisfying about watching Chuuya struggle. It's not about the humiliation as such - that's more for Chuuya's enjoyment. Dazai just enjoys watching Chuuya have a hard time because -... Well, even the genius that is Dazai isn't entirely sure. But it probably has something to do with how every person on this planet would do anything to make their life a little easier, and yet Chuuya, who is more suited than most to cut all his problems down, will gladly debase himself to get off. It's beautiful, isn't it? Truly humanity at its finest!
Well, it's also just a really nice view. But that aside..!
For all that Dazai is not as easy to please as Chuuya, he's been enjoying the view, and using his free hand wisely; by the time Chuuya has freed himself of the plug, Dazai is hard enough to go again.]
Good boy. [A simple statement, but not lacking in warmth.] Now back up?
[Dazai puts the plug aside carefully, since Chuuya is clearly so fond of it, and shifts a bit more towards the edge of the sofa, not especially eager to move much. But then, he doesn't need to, does he?]
[It's not like Chuuya allows himself to enjoy this very often. But it's freeing. He wouldn't know how to explain it either, except that it takes something like this to make him let go of stress and responsibilities, and forget that they even exist, for a few hours. He might be capable of cutting down all his problems, but that has never been enough to get him what he actually wants.
And here Dazai is giving it to him. He's praising him, for doing next to nothing, for just allowing himself to belong to Dazai. Nothing else matters,a nd nothing else exists. He turns his head, sees that Dazai is hard again, and smiles, eager.]
So you liked the view.
[He backs up, letting Dazai guide him into position.]
[A bit blunt, perhaps, but it's the truth - and doesn't it count as a compliment, in a way? He's fully admitting to getting turned on by Chuuya. Surely that counts for something!
Dazai's hands find Chuuya's hips soon enough, and he slowly but surely guides Chuuya to be right where he wants him. He sees no need to rush this or be rough; that's really not the mood here. Instead, he pulls Chuuya back and on top of him very steadily, his breath faltering briefly.
Well, it's probably not healthy to do this kind of thing with your dog, so... maybe that makes sense.]
[Maybe it's obvious, but Chuuya loves hearing it. He's being too obvious about that, he knows, but he's forgetting all the reasons why he'd normally hold himself back from letting go.]
True, you wouldn't.
[Dazai slides in easily at this point. Chuuya's hole is a bit sore from all that yanking on the plug, but he doesn't care, he's relaxed, more than ready, letting out a soft groan as Dazai guides him down. The real thing is always better than any toy. He pauses once Dazai is fully in him, waiting to be told to move, not showing any of his usual impatience.
Not that he's not eager, of course. He's giving every visible sign of that.]
[It's a shame, really, that staying like this is not a viable option, physiology simply not allowing for that. Otherwise, Dazai would have much preferred to just linger like this, comfortable and warm and still feeling good from his first orgasm.
But since he sadly can't be lazy in such a blessedly perfect way, he doesn't especially feel like being lazy in a second-rate way either. Chuuya has done all the work so far, and that's fine, but it would get monotonous if they kept going that way. Unfortunately, Dazai isn't in the best position to control all movement, either. But that doesn't mean that he can't at least make a start, surely?
It's a rather half-assed attempt - for once, by necessity rather than out of laziness - but he does shift his hips to move out of Chuuya just a bit, then to push back in. He's not nearly strong enough to lift Chuuya up or anything - nor indeed does he feel inclined to try! - but it's an effort. Of sorts.]
[It's a bit of an awkward position for both of them, at least to start with. Chuuya is still on all fours, which means it's more of a back-and-forth motion for him instead of an upwards one. It's still just a matter of finding a rhythm, though, and Chuuya matches himself to Dazai, letting him set the pace. It's slow at first, and it feels good, light friction and that perfect fullness.
He grinds himself down on Dazai's cock, wanting to make sure it feels as good as possible.]
Feels so sensitive.
[And he likes it, they both know he wants it that way, overwhelmed by sensation. But he's still focused on what feels good for Dazai. Chuuya will get off either way - the emotional part really is more important than the physical one, and Dazai has him overwhelmed there as well.]
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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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Well, the mocking is.]
Just because you don't know how to satisfy anyone.
[That's an obvious lie, no matter how quickly he recovers after each round, so his best course of action is to distract Dazai before he can call him out. And he hates the feeling of water on his face, so he turns, and "jumps" on Dazai - lifting up to throw his weight against him, hands against his chest.
His goal isn't to knock Dazai over, though it might be funny if he does. No, his goal is to lean in and rub his face clean against his shirt.]
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[An even bigger lie, cut short by Chuuya almost knocking him over, because Dazai is weak and wholly unprepared. (Maybe he's a bit more dazed from his orgasm than he cares to let on!) He doesn't quite fall down, though, and then he's left with a lot of confusion as he stares at Chuuya... rubbing his face on him.]
This is why people hate dogs, you know.
[Not really, and even Dazai doesn't actually care, but... what else is he supposed to say when Chuuya is being his mad dog self?]
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You really can't complain about dogs tonight.
[He can. Dazai always can. He nuzzles into Dazai's neck for a moment, considers playing up the part, maybe biting him a little, but... He's still not in the mood to annoy Dazai too much. He smells good.]
A lot of people like when their dog jumps on them.
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[He says that, but it's not like he tries to push Chuuya away: it's more of a verbal shrug, saving Dazai the trouble of moving with Chuuya pressed up against him. That said, he does move to cup Chuuya's ass with his hands... before using one hand to mess with that plug a little bit. (What? Some animals like it when you stroke the base of their tail!)]
And I can certainly complain about an ill-behaved dog that's made a mess all over.
[He can... but he doesn't. This kind of teasing is easier than giving his actually honest, surprisingly positive opinion on Chuuya, though.]
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Like y--
[But apparently he won't get to tease him back about his lack of taste. He's cut off by a small gasp as Dazai starts playing with the plug. Chuuya presses closer, hips shifting, still feeling too sensitive from before. It's not like that tail is giving him a chance to actually recover.]
Should I behave worse?
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You behave poorly every single day. [Then again, if Dazai had a problem with that, he wouldn't be "complaining" in a low, seductive semi-whisper, continuing to play with the plug and fingering Chuuya's skin around it.] Isn't it about time you started making your owner-chan proud?
[Well, a fully behaving Chuuya would get kind of boring... but for now? Dazai wouldn't mind it. It is rather nice to have Chuuya squirming under his touch, after all.]
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And he could behave. He has been behaving. He should be mortified by the idea. He opens his mouth like he's tempted to bite, letting Dazai feel his teeth against his shoulder, but pauses there, because he's torn, but he's doing this, he agreed to the game, and he likes the way Dazai's been praising him and petting him. He could misbehave. He could also not.]
So teach me how to make you proud.
[Train your dog. He pulls his mouth away, letting Dazai have the satisfaction of knowing he's won.]
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First of all, you'll need to get rid of this, won't you?
[He pulls lightly on the plug, before letting go of it altogether.]
No hands. Dogs don't have hands to use, after all.
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How the hell am I meant to do that?
[He could try pushing it out, but the plug is designed to stay in, so he's not likely to get very far. Especially not with Dazai distracting him. He wonders if he could get away with using his hands more like paws... Or if he did something similar with his foot, trapping the tail against the floor and then yanking his hips up. He's trying to think of ways to make it the least embarrassing he can.
That's not what Dazai wants.
He twists his body so he can look at the tail, because he's pretty sure he knows what Dazai is getting at.]
What if I can't do it?
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[Which is a supposedly wholesome statement for a decidedly not wholesome situation, but there ya go. Dazai thinks that Chuuya could push out the plug if he really tried, and he'd welcome the sight of Chuuya trying regardless of success... but that's hardly the only outcome here that would satisfy him. Hell, just seeing Chuuya struggling for a bit is always satisfying enough!
Worse comes to worst, Dazai can always hold the end of the tail between his feet and make Chuuya climb up towards him to pull it out. Since dogs like to jump on their owners so much, and all that.]
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It does mean he has to pull away a little. He scoots backwards, ducking his head again, not ready to look at Dazai looking at him like this. But he wants to try. And he'll try with his foot first, making sure the tail is flat against the floor and then pinning it down, before yanking his hips forwards, trying to push on the plug at the same time. The fur only glides against the floor.
The plug somehow feels even bigger inside him.]
I don't wanna ruin it.
[Even though he shouldn't care about the tail, since obviously he'll never do this for Dazai again. But he's not thinking about that. Maybe if he traps it with both legs, he'll be able to get enough force. He twists more, trying to find the right position. If he bends enough, maybe he can use his hands as paws, and get more control, even if it's almost cheating...
He's fully aware this is going to turn into the picture of a dog chasing its own tail.]
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Every time Dazai thinks he's got Chuuya figured out, that silly chibi manages to surprise him in the most unexpected of ways. Chuuya doesn't want to ruin the tail?! Dazai has no illusions about getting to do this again any time soon, especially by the time he's done with Chuuya here, but even so... it's an oddly touching statement, somehow. It's not like Dazai doesn't know that Chuuya enjoys this kind of thing - it's extremely obvious all over, at the moment! - but that level of commitment, and admitting his enjoyment, is certainly more than Dazai had bargained for.
Clearly a reward is in order.]
It can't be helped... [He extends a hand, but otherwise doesn't move.] Let me stroke it, hmm?
[He's not going to pull the tail out (probably!), but he can hold it and so keep it from harm while Chuuya does all the hard work.]
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He pauses, glancing back at Dazai, a little surprised but not at all complaining. He turns, moving closer again so his tail is within reach.]
I would have figured it out.
[But this works, too. At least he won't have to keep contorting himself on the floor... Well, Dazai will probably find more reasons for him to do exactly that.]
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[Chuuya probably would have figured it out, but that's clearly not as important as getting this done. Dazai's fingers brush over Chuuya's ass before stroking along the tail, his grip tightening there - but he only pulls the tail straight, making no effort to pull it out.]
Go on, then.
[Chuuya can put all the work in as per usual. Dazai has always been rather fond of that task division!]
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He shifts forwards. Wiggles his hips a bit, like he's wiggling the thing loose. Tries to push at the same time. Dazai really isn't offering any help from his end, aside from holding the plug still, but Chuuya has always loved a challenge.
And it takes a couple of minutes of figuring out the best strategy. He yanks his hips forward, then twists to the side at the end of the motion, pushing... And it pops free.
Chuuya groans, asshole clenching and unclenching around nothing but air.
His face is definitely red, but at least the rest of him is flushing as well to cover that up, with how turned on he is again.]
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Well, it's also just a really nice view. But that aside..!
For all that Dazai is not as easy to please as Chuuya, he's been enjoying the view, and using his free hand wisely; by the time Chuuya has freed himself of the plug, Dazai is hard enough to go again.]
Good boy. [A simple statement, but not lacking in warmth.] Now back up?
[Dazai puts the plug aside carefully, since Chuuya is clearly so fond of it, and shifts a bit more towards the edge of the sofa, not especially eager to move much. But then, he doesn't need to, does he?]
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And here Dazai is giving it to him. He's praising him, for doing next to nothing, for just allowing himself to belong to Dazai. Nothing else matters,a nd nothing else exists. He turns his head, sees that Dazai is hard again, and smiles, eager.]
So you liked the view.
[He backs up, letting Dazai guide him into position.]
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[A bit blunt, perhaps, but it's the truth - and doesn't it count as a compliment, in a way? He's fully admitting to getting turned on by Chuuya. Surely that counts for something!
Dazai's hands find Chuuya's hips soon enough, and he slowly but surely guides Chuuya to be right where he wants him. He sees no need to rush this or be rough; that's really not the mood here. Instead, he pulls Chuuya back and on top of him very steadily, his breath faltering briefly.
Well, it's probably not healthy to do this kind of thing with your dog, so... maybe that makes sense.]
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True, you wouldn't.
[Dazai slides in easily at this point. Chuuya's hole is a bit sore from all that yanking on the plug, but he doesn't care, he's relaxed, more than ready, letting out a soft groan as Dazai guides him down. The real thing is always better than any toy. He pauses once Dazai is fully in him, waiting to be told to move, not showing any of his usual impatience.
Not that he's not eager, of course. He's giving every visible sign of that.]
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But since he sadly can't be lazy in such a blessedly perfect way, he doesn't especially feel like being lazy in a second-rate way either. Chuuya has done all the work so far, and that's fine, but it would get monotonous if they kept going that way. Unfortunately, Dazai isn't in the best position to control all movement, either. But that doesn't mean that he can't at least make a start, surely?
It's a rather half-assed attempt - for once, by necessity rather than out of laziness - but he does shift his hips to move out of Chuuya just a bit, then to push back in. He's not nearly strong enough to lift Chuuya up or anything - nor indeed does he feel inclined to try! - but it's an effort. Of sorts.]
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He grinds himself down on Dazai's cock, wanting to make sure it feels as good as possible.]
Feels so sensitive.
[And he likes it, they both know he wants it that way, overwhelmed by sensation. But he's still focused on what feels good for Dazai. Chuuya will get off either way - the emotional part really is more important than the physical one, and Dazai has him overwhelmed there as well.]
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