[It really isn't a very practical position like this, and yet Dazai is loath to change it. A dog is definitely supposed to be on all fours, and an owner clearly shouldn't do the same! ... unless and until such an owner randomly changes his mind, but the owner in question is not feeling that just now.
Really, this feels just lovely to Dazai. The physical part of that is always fairly easy - or really hard, depending on how you want to look at it - but the mental aspect of it isn't that difficult either, with Chuuya. (The emotional part of it is clearly non-existent for the purpose of this assessment! All you need is an ass and an S!!) So he pushes into Chuuya steadily, neither rushing things nor being deliberately slow.]
You always were a sensitive soul.
[He's probably just mocking. Maybe he's also being serious - you can really never tell.... but maybe, in cases like this, that's for the best.]
Go on then, bark like a good boy.
[... Apparently he really isn't ready to let go of the dog thing just yet.]
[That comment would normally have him defensive, maybe even lashing out. By now though, he's definitely too far gone for that, and not just because he's feeling too good to think straight. It's that his guard is fully down, even more than he'd normally allow, almost terrifyingly so, except that he's safe.
(A mafioso should never be sensitive, it's a weakness, it can be used to destroy him, or worse, expose his subordinates and the organization to threats... But this is Dazai. It's different.)
And Dazai has always liked to remind Chuuya that he knows him too well. It's mocking, it's humiliating, it's possessive.
Dazai really knows how to make him feel owned. His dog, huh?]
Thought my owner didn't like yapping dogs.
[But it's just teasing... Does it even count as teasing. Chuuya usually gets pretty loud when they fuck, and if Dazai wants to hear him, then Chuuya won't hold back. He squeezes around Dazai's cock as he pulls off, groaning at the increased friction, at that perfect burn. And he'll keep making noise as he pushes back, letting Dazai fill him again, and again.]
[Was it humiliating, though? Maybe in a round-about way it was actually a compliment. Feelings are certainly where they are different from each other, for better and for worse. The way they can make Chuuya lash out is certainly a nuisance, but being capable of feeling so strongly? That's the most human thing about Chuuya, and the thing Dazai most definitely lacks.
Well... it works as just another mocking comment, too. Let's just keep it at that.]
Depends on the occasion.
[Which makes about as much sense as anything else Dazai says, but the point is: he'll allow whatever noise Chuuya cares to make. Dazai would have found it hilarious if he'd actually bothered barking, but they're both horny and eager here, and Dazai isn't going to insist on anything that requires more than a second's thought from either of them.
He wants to touch Chuuya, but he also doesn't want to make this too easy (since he's clearly been going so easy on Chuuya so far??), so instead of doing anything more substantial, he hooks his finger into the back of Chuuya's collar, not quite pulling him back, but making the pressure known.]
[Chuuya would bark if he repeated the order. He'd do a lot of things right now. But it also doesn't take much to throw him off his rhythm, movement of his hips faltering for a second as Dazai grabs him by the collar. He's surprised he didn't do it earlier.
He's surprised Dazai didn't leash him.
He pushes his hips back harder, trying to find the rhythm again, but forces himself not to try to speed things up. Dazai sets the pace.]
Please.
[He's not even begging for anything in particular. He wants it exactly like this. He can't pretend he doesn't want it anymore.]
[Leashing could be fun, but that's the kind of thing that Dazai would frankly enjoy a lot more in public. Here and now, the small gestures mean a lot more. ... Well, the small gestures and the dog paraphernalia. You know...
Dazai doesn't especially enjoy letting go, most of the time. Maybe that is why he's not as orgasm-focused as certain canines - but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy a nice climax. It's just more fun to watch Chuuya fall apart like this; it's infinitely more fun to actively work on something like that than it is to just let an otherwise passive reaction happen, and thus end a perfectly nice sensation. Fortunately for Dazai, however, he can multitask!
Pulling on the collar just hard enough to keep the pressure on Chuuya's neck, Dazai's free hand reaches for Chuuya's dick, an ever effective cheat code to send Chuuya over the edge, and thus facilitate his own climax as well.]
[It's definitely effective. Chuuya wouldn't have minded continuing this all evening either, but his body was already objecting to that idea, and Chuuya has never been very good at ignoring that. That's Dazai's specialty.
So a touch is more than enough. He keeps begging - and then his please gets cut off, Chuuya shuddering hard as he comes, losing control of his movements, his muscles. But that finger pulling on his collar reminds him to hold himself up for Dazai.]
Shit.
[It's an embarrassingly weak sound. Or it would be, if he was in any state to care. He feels too good to care. He's a mess. His legs are still trembling.]
[With Chuuya's muscles clenching intermittently around him, it's easy for Dazai to come as well, his climax not quite as dramatic an affair as Chuuya's, but no less satisfying for it. Only when they're both drained dry does he let go of Chuuya's collar and his dick, the latter arm remaining curled lightly around Chuuya's stomach. It's not quite enough force to actively hold him up - Dazai was never very physically strong, nor can he be bothered to put even his maximum amount of strength in here and now - but it's some support, at least, even if it's little more than a gesture.
Well, that was that, then... Somehow, this feels more like going back to normal than Dazai is comfortable with, but the few orgasms have at least taken the sharply empty edge off that feeling. Even so, he has a little more difficulty moving on than he cares to acknowledge. He pats Chuuya's head with his free hand, because that feels like a safe enough start.]
... Good boy.
[He's probably said that a bit too often tonight, hasn't he? Immediately, he second-guesses himself, not a feeling he enjoys, nor one he cares to acknowledge - and so he pushes it away. He really shouldn't spoil his dog like that! But he means it all the same, and he doesn't feel like denying that, so here they are.
The patting moves to Chuuya's ass again, encouraging him to move away.]
[Chuuya definitely hasn't gone back to normal yet. He feels boneless and brainless, and Dazai's praise has him feeling warm, still riding the aftermath of pleasure. Dazai might not be holding him up, but that light support combined with what remains of Chuuya's own strength means he... almost manages. He collapses forward onto his forearms, but otherwise holds himself still so skin stays pressed against skin.
He lets out a slight noise, clearly objecting, when Dazai nudges him to move.]
Made a mess again.
[Mostly on the floor, but also Dazai's hand. And that's a good excuse not to have to move, actually. He reaches for Dazai's wrist, so he can pull his hand to his mouth, and carefully lick at least that clean.
[For his part, Dazai doesn't care enough to force Chuuya away from him for the moment, which is definitely just because he's lazy, and not because he enjoys the feeling of being connected too. In his defense, it's pretty nice to have Chuuya lick him clean, even if it's just his hand. Maybe especially because it's just his hand.]
Nothing a little training won't fix.
[All that mess-making has to go! Or not, but Dazai can use that if they ever play like this again - which, considering Chuuya's love for the tail, seems likely. Well, then! Clearly it will be entirely Chuuya's fault when Dazai escalates things next time.
Was making Dazai proud really the point? Frankly, he hasn't cared enough to remember, but the fact that Chuuya bothers asking, regardless of how serious that is, is pretty nice. Dazai turns his now semi-clean hand so he can stroke Chuuya's face with it.]
... You certainly did.
[He has mixed feelings about admitting that much, but it's well deserved, so he says it anyway.
If Chuuya brings it up later, Dazai can always deny it.]
[This gentleness from Dazai is definitely something rare. Usually Chuuya has to risk his life to earn it, moments before falling unconscious. But that confirmation feels important, because he's left himself too vulnerable, too raw, by giving Dazai this level of submission, going further today than he normally would. There's a reason why Chuuya has resisted this kind of play up until now.
But if he can have this, then that's all that matters.]
Good.
[He knows they can't stay like that forever, but for as long as Dazai allows it, he's not moving. His knees are gonna be sore, probably his back and neck, too, but he doesn't care. He needs this. He never wants to admit that. And when they get up, the scene ends, and Chuuya will have to pull himself together, which is fine, but just for now...]
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Really, this feels just lovely to Dazai. The physical part of that is always fairly easy - or really hard, depending on how you want to look at it - but the mental aspect of it isn't that difficult either, with Chuuya. (The emotional part of it is clearly non-existent for the purpose of this assessment! All you need is an ass and an S!!) So he pushes into Chuuya steadily, neither rushing things nor being deliberately slow.]
You always were a sensitive soul.
[He's probably just mocking. Maybe he's also being serious - you can really never tell.... but maybe, in cases like this, that's for the best.]
Go on then, bark like a good boy.
[... Apparently he really isn't ready to let go of the dog thing just yet.]
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[That comment would normally have him defensive, maybe even lashing out. By now though, he's definitely too far gone for that, and not just because he's feeling too good to think straight. It's that his guard is fully down, even more than he'd normally allow, almost terrifyingly so, except that he's safe.
(A mafioso should never be sensitive, it's a weakness, it can be used to destroy him, or worse, expose his subordinates and the organization to threats... But this is Dazai. It's different.)
And Dazai has always liked to remind Chuuya that he knows him too well. It's mocking, it's humiliating, it's possessive.
Dazai really knows how to make him feel owned. His dog, huh?]
Thought my owner didn't like yapping dogs.
[But it's just teasing... Does it even count as teasing. Chuuya usually gets pretty loud when they fuck, and if Dazai wants to hear him, then Chuuya won't hold back. He squeezes around Dazai's cock as he pulls off, groaning at the increased friction, at that perfect burn. And he'll keep making noise as he pushes back, letting Dazai fill him again, and again.]
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Well... it works as just another mocking comment, too. Let's just keep it at that.]
Depends on the occasion.
[Which makes about as much sense as anything else Dazai says, but the point is: he'll allow whatever noise Chuuya cares to make. Dazai would have found it hilarious if he'd actually bothered barking, but they're both horny and eager here, and Dazai isn't going to insist on anything that requires more than a second's thought from either of them.
He wants to touch Chuuya, but he also doesn't want to make this too easy (since he's clearly been going so easy on Chuuya so far??), so instead of doing anything more substantial, he hooks his finger into the back of Chuuya's collar, not quite pulling him back, but making the pressure known.]
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He's surprised Dazai didn't leash him.
He pushes his hips back harder, trying to find the rhythm again, but forces himself not to try to speed things up. Dazai sets the pace.]
Please.
[He's not even begging for anything in particular. He wants it exactly like this. He can't pretend he doesn't want it anymore.]
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... Well, the small gestures and the dog paraphernalia. You know...
Dazai doesn't especially enjoy letting go, most of the time. Maybe that is why he's not as orgasm-focused as certain canines - but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy a nice climax. It's just more fun to watch Chuuya fall apart like this; it's infinitely more fun to actively work on something like that than it is to just let an otherwise passive reaction happen, and thus end a perfectly nice sensation. Fortunately for Dazai, however, he can multitask!
Pulling on the collar just hard enough to keep the pressure on Chuuya's neck, Dazai's free hand reaches for Chuuya's dick, an ever effective cheat code to send Chuuya over the edge, and thus facilitate his own climax as well.]
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So a touch is more than enough. He keeps begging - and then his please gets cut off, Chuuya shuddering hard as he comes, losing control of his movements, his muscles. But that finger pulling on his collar reminds him to hold himself up for Dazai.]
Shit.
[It's an embarrassingly weak sound. Or it would be, if he was in any state to care. He feels too good to care. He's a mess. His legs are still trembling.]
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Well, that was that, then... Somehow, this feels more like going back to normal than Dazai is comfortable with, but the few orgasms have at least taken the sharply empty edge off that feeling. Even so, he has a little more difficulty moving on than he cares to acknowledge. He pats Chuuya's head with his free hand, because that feels like a safe enough start.]
... Good boy.
[He's probably said that a bit too often tonight, hasn't he? Immediately, he second-guesses himself, not a feeling he enjoys, nor one he cares to acknowledge - and so he pushes it away. He really shouldn't spoil his dog like that! But he means it all the same, and he doesn't feel like denying that, so here they are.
The patting moves to Chuuya's ass again, encouraging him to move away.]
Let's get you cleaned up a little.
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He lets out a slight noise, clearly objecting, when Dazai nudges him to move.]
Made a mess again.
[Mostly on the floor, but also Dazai's hand. And that's a good excuse not to have to move, actually. He reaches for Dazai's wrist, so he can pull his hand to his mouth, and carefully lick at least that clean.
Dazai is softening inside him, and he likes it.]
Did I make you proud anyway?
[That was the point, right?]
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Nothing a little training won't fix.
[All that mess-making has to go! Or not, but Dazai can use that if they ever play like this again - which, considering Chuuya's love for the tail, seems likely. Well, then! Clearly it will be entirely Chuuya's fault when Dazai escalates things next time.
Was making Dazai proud really the point? Frankly, he hasn't cared enough to remember, but the fact that Chuuya bothers asking, regardless of how serious that is, is pretty nice. Dazai turns his now semi-clean hand so he can stroke Chuuya's face with it.]
... You certainly did.
[He has mixed feelings about admitting that much, but it's well deserved, so he says it anyway.
If Chuuya brings it up later, Dazai can always deny it.]
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But if he can have this, then that's all that matters.]
Good.
[He knows they can't stay like that forever, but for as long as Dazai allows it, he's not moving. His knees are gonna be sore, probably his back and neck, too, but he doesn't care. He needs this. He never wants to admit that. And when they get up, the scene ends, and Chuuya will have to pull himself together, which is fine, but just for now...]