Oh? Have you finally found a conscience so you can stop forcing poor me to work?
[Not that Chuuya was ever directly able to force Dazai to do work, but Dazai is a little intrigued all the same.
Or maybe he's just feeling surprisingly good about all of this, being in a room with Chuuya sitting in his lap, close and warm and his to hold. Even if this particular vacation will be short-lived... Dazai is pretty okay with that.
He knows that what they have now won't ever go away - at least not until either of them dies, which is always a real possibility, but Dazai is mostly fine with even that. Whatever happens in the future, it can't undo what they have now.
... He's still going to suck on Chuuya's neck again, though, because he doesn't want to make this too easy for Chuuya.]
Definitely not. I said I'll be nice today, but tomorrow I'll make you work twice as hard.
[He definitely can't force Dazai to work, so it's just teasing. But Dazai does often put that effort in when it comes to destroying Chuuya in bed - he appreciates it as much as he hates it, though leaning more towards appreciating it these days. Depending on the level of torture, of course. The methods. Whether or not Dazai leaves his brain intact enough after he's done for Chuuya to even consider objecting, which, admittedly, Dazai rarely does.
So really, Chuuya appreciates it.]
There's a few things I haven't admitted to wanting to try. [A lot, really.] And now seems like a good time. [...] Dazai, you know I won't be able to hide it if you leave marks all over my neck.
[That last part comes out as a slight whine, more because he's getting turned on than because of any real objection. But they're headed back to Yokohama soon, and Chuuya will have to go into the office like that.]
Oh? I thought you were so good with makeup these days...
[So Chuuya can definitely hide those marks. Possibly. Maybe. Then again, there's a reasons (or a myriad of reasons, really, but minimizing the effect of cover-up makeup is certainly one of them) why Dazai chose the skin where the collar would rub against it.
He's not stopping either, though he does play it lightly for the moment, with a mere kiss over tortured skin.]
Chuuya-hime has been so virtuous and shy about his desires, I'm certainly curious about the many ones he must have kept hidden.
[Subtitle: you're a slut, Chuu. What have you really been hiding??]
Makeup will just get on the collar, and I don't want that on the leather.
[An excuse. Not a very good one, when it's simple enough to get makeup off high quality leather, but an excuse either way. He doesn't hate the idea of the hickey being so visible. He knows he should hide it, though, for the sake of being professional, but it's hard to care about that when Dazai doesn't let up.
He swallows. His skin is getting over-sensitized, already starting to be too much. But it's not like pain is a bad thing.]
Bet you hate the idea that I might have been able to keep a few secrets from you.
[He'll tug on Dazai's hair for calling him hime, just enough to sting. But he doesn't care about the implication that he might be a slut.]
[Wow, don't pull on Dazai's gorgeous locks! He put zero effort into those!!
Alright, he doesn't mind all that much. But if Chuuya is going to get all feisty and try to challenge him, Dazai is going to see and raise that dick. He pulls back just enough to look Chuuya straight in the eyes.]
Name one of your secret desires that I haven't figured out myself, and I will deliver, no questions asked.
[Kind of hard to say if that's a threat or a promise, but Dazai is confident that Chuuya won't surprise him. (If he does, though, the "no questions asked" was definitely a lie.) And that's fine, really! They have plenty of non-surprising but no-less-exciting things they can get up to.]
[Chuuya's cockiness falters the second Dazai meets his eyes. There's barely any distance between them, and he knows Dazai sees right through him.
But now he has to think of something. He can't just admit defeat. The ideas he had earlier definitely won't count, because they're variations of kinks Dazai definitely already knew about. Humiliation, masochism, being owned... But Dazai could argue that everything is a variation of that, and if Chuuya accepts that argument then it's definitely impossible to come up with anything new. It's anything that brings out those feelings.
That bastard really knows him too damn well.]
There's probably a few specific things you haven't thought of. [But they wouldn't surprise Dazai at all, he knows that.] And there's a lot I only like because you like it. I'd never do something like torture myself with toys if you weren't watching and pleased with the show. [A pause.] Wait, no, watching isn't that important. I like knowing I've earned my rewards.
[Maybe Dazai knew about all of that, but Chuuya hasn't liked to admit it out loud in the past. He still finds it embarrassing, when it's so incredibly telling, but maybe he shouldn't expect Dazai to come up with everything.]
Obviously that's not something you haven't figured out. You don't need to tell me. [Stop looking at him with that intense expression.] Fine, Dazai, you win. There's probably nothing. Unless I go really specific, like cockwarming while you focus on something else. Or maybe it's because I've usually fought you too much for us to do anything like that.
[Yes, Chuuya is certainly a yappy type of dog, fighting Dazai even on things he likes. But that's fine, really. Dazai has never been disappointed. Cockwarming seems nice enough, too, except for one minor detail:]
I don't want to focus on anything else now, though.
[If Dazai's intense stare was uncomfortable before, it's definitely not getting any better now. There's no malice in it, however: it is very much the look of an owner who, reasonably or unreasonably, is just a little too proud of his pet.
Going back to kissing Chuuya's neck now, because that was kind of nice.]
Still, it's a thought for the future~
[You've promised now, Chuuya! (Sort of.) No take-backsies.]
[Chuuya is definitely not the type to squirm just because Dazai stares at him a little too intensely. Dazai has that effect on other people, but Chuuya has never been impressed by it, because he's never been scared of Dazai at all. This isn't about fear, though. Dazai looks both proud and like Chuuya is his to devour, and it's a moment before Chuuya is able to get out a response.
He'd expected Dazai to be his usual levels of smug at his victory. Somehow Chuuya never gets used to being rewarded for giving in.]
Yeah. You can have that anytime you want.
[He'll definitely regret that offer, since Dazai has a talent for knowing when the worst possible time would be. But he won't take it back. He bites back a moan, that spot on his neck so sensitive now it hurts.]
I'll be able to feel that bruise when my collar rubs against it.
[He'll lick that spot once more for good measure, before giving Chuuya a break... and switching to the other side.]
I better keep it balanced!
[Well, now he's just being a dick on purpose, but he's not especially serious about it. He just feels oddly and unreasonably happy, and, well, how else is he supposed to let out feelings like that?! He really doesn't do that whole happiness thing. He's way too smart!]
[Of course Dazai is being a dick. When isn't he? Chuuya closes his eyes briefly, turned on, still trying not to squirm. And then he gives in, shifting in Dazai's lap, spreading his legs just a little.]
Would be easier to just sign your name.
[It's not really a suggestion, it's not meant to call him out. It's not a complaint, either. He's not sure what it is, because Dazai's too good at making sure he can't think clearly. He tilts his head the other way, making sure Dazai has as much access as he needs.
Normally Chuuya would at least try to rush him, but maybe he wants this. Maybe he wants to let Dazai take his time with whatever whim crosses his mind. Chuuya definitely isn't very good at being patient when he's horny, but he'll do his best to control himself, for as long as he can, distracting himself a little by running his hands over Dazai's surprisingly broad back, seeking out those few areas that are not covered by bandages.]
[But his bandages are the best part! Chuuya, you tease!!
It really would be easier to sign his name somewhere or other, and it's not like Dazai hasn't gotten close enough already, though he hasn't technically done it here and now. He's played around with such things before, though, even though his name might not have been written - and let's ignore how he may or may not have written his name on Chuuya's collar. He's come close enough, and so he stops sucking on Chuuya's skin only to ask:]
... Haven't I already?
[He has the balls to sound absolutely 100% genuinely surprised about the question, like he obviously has done this, somewhere on Chuuya's body.]
[He twists in Dazai's lap to look down at his own body, even though all he can see right now are his legs. Those don't look like they have anything written on them, unless it's on the back of them somewhere.
He would have noticed anything written on the front of his body, he thinks, which leaves his back or maybe his ass. Just in case, though, he hikes his shirt up a little - except it's too big for him, and he's sitting on the hem, so even as he pulls its stuck. He refuses to get out of Dazai's lap for this, even for a second, so he leaves that for now, and instead lifts one leg straight up in the air to leave more of it in plain view.
Nothing on the back of that thigh, or what he can see of his own ass, and -- okay, wait, no, this is embarrassing. He freezes like he finally realized what he's doing.]
[Welp... That is hardly an unexpected reaction - halfway what Dazai was hoping for, even - but now that it's happened, Dazai finds himself feeling oddly... guilty? No, that's definitely not the right word. But maybe he's a little worried, in spite of himself, that this has all gone too well, too easily. It would really be a pain to find out after the fact that he went too far with some bullying way, wayyy in the past.
He really wants to lie about it. The odds of Chuuya finding out at this point are microscopic at best, so Dazai would almost certainly get away with it. But he kind of still doesn't want to lie. What a messed up feeling!
He pouts, tilting his head to the side a little as he mopes. This is a bad idea. Being honest is always a bad idea. But here he goes all the same.]
I told you ages ago that you're my dog, right?
Where else would I put my name?
[The collar, clearly. Not that he could put it in plain view, but perhaps on the hidden side of a flap of leather, or simply on the inside, hidden from view completely.
It's still there, even though it started out as something far more petty than what it means today. It counts.]
It shouldn't surprise him. It doesn't, really, except he's pretty sure he would have seen it. It's not like he never takes the collar off - he doesn't shower with it, for example - and he does clean it, takes care of the leather to prevent it from going dry and cracking. Which means Dazai hid it pretty damn well.
He reaches for his collar like he wants to take it off and look, but instead he just runs a finger along it.]
You're a goddamn bastard, Dazai.
[But he's not even a little bit angry. Back then, he would have been pissed, so maybe it's a good thing he didn't find out sooner, but right now he's so turned on it's making him feel a little dizzy. Dazai really did claim him from the start.
And Dazai is actually worried. That pout is adorable. Chuuya can't resist leaning in to bite that lower lip... lightly. Well, not as hard as he could be biting. And then he's kissing him.]
So that's why you never tried to convince me I'd need a new collar with your name on it.
[And there it goes... Dazai can admit that, in retrospect, he went a bit far, so it's not like Chuuya doesn't have every right to be angry with him. But that doesn't mean that Dazai has to like it! Now he has to let Chuuya hit him or whatever to get it out of his system, and Dazai really isn't in the mood.
But instead Chuuya just bites his lip and then kisses him, which is much better. Have they really settled the score, just like that? Dazai is a little surprised, but not unpleasantly so.]
Obviously.
[At least, it's "obvious" in the Dazai line of reasoning, which is to say it should never even occur to normal people, really. But it's not like Chuuya is super normal people either, even though he at least counts as people.
This is a really weird feeling. Dazai feels unusually like he missed the mark completely, and he doesn't like that. He kisses Chuuya to feel better, and make the temporary awkwardness seem like an illusion.]
[It really is just like that. Maybe this isn't something a normal person should let slide, no matter how much time has passed, but isn't this what they both want now anyway? All he's in the mood for is to let Dazai continue what he'd been doing, before this confession.]
Obviously not.
[He kisses him again, slides a hand up and into Dazai's hair, just to hold him close. It's so rare to see Dazai unsure of himself in any way, and that means something, too, the fact that Dazai doesn't want to go too far. The fact that he's admitting to what he did even though he's not sure he can get away with it.
Chuuya kisses his jaw, then his cheek, right next to his ear.]
Only the owner could get rid of it.
[Calling Dazai that is still embarrassing, especially outside of a scene, but he's horny.]
[That gets a drawn-out, very satisfied hum out of Dazai. It's just really nice to have Chuuya call him his owner, even though there's a time and a place for that, and it comes with obvious limitations. That's fine, though. Somehow, remarkably, the weird balance between them has gone from important background noise along the way to the final goal, and it makes him feel oddly accomplished years after the fact.]
Let's go to where we have a little more space.
[They've basically been messing around in a chair, after all. If they want to go any further, they should maybe head to the bed. And so Dazai, ever the prince charming, will stand up with Chuuya held in his arms like it's nothing, so they can return to the bed.
... Okay, Dazai never did this prince charming thing very well. He walks about two steps before he starts complaining and rushing his steps.]
Ah - heavy, so heavy, so heavy..!
[It's not entirely untrue, but it's also an excuse to let Chuuya fall on the bed and himself on top of it.
This is what you signed up for, Chuu. Having regrets yet?]
[Using that word had the effect he wanted - they're back on track to Chuuya getting fucked. He vaguely wonders how often that trick is going to work, though Dazai usually catches on by the second time at the latest.
And he's completely distracted by this attempt at carrying him.]
I'm not heavy, you're just weak!
[This is why Chuuya is Prince Charming and Dazai is the princess! Chuuya holds on to Dazai even tighter.]
If you drop me --
[Except that he's laughing. He's trying to hold it in, but it's obvious in his voice, even more obvious when Dazai does drop him on the bed and Chuuya is looking up at him, unable to fight off a smile.]
[It's going to work as often as Dazai feels like letting it, of course! But, as it happens, he's feeling very benevolent at the moment, so Chuuya is one lucky dog. (Luck not guaranteed; always read the fine print before signing the adoption papers, etc.)
Dazai may not have acted (much) with how he was struggling to carry Chuuya, but if there was any doubt left about how much he was exaggerating (which there really shouldn't be), the way he makes both of them dramatically flop on the bed should take care of that. And it was worth every aching muscle ten times over when he sees the actual smile on Chuuya's face.
Dazai wasn't sure Chuuya was even capable of being happy. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure that he was, either! And yet here they are.]
You're so pretty when you smile.
[That is arguably not nearly the full extent of his feelings, but it's a genuine part of them all the same, and a part that is relatively easy to put into words.]
[It really shouldn't be possible to feel this happy. It feels almost dangerous, except that it's just the two of them here, and no one can take this from them. It's an overwhelming feeling. The compliment leaves him twice as flustered as it should, and just to cope with it, he leans up to kiss Dazai again, hard. He's incredibly aware of his own pulse.]
Can't help it.
[Not that he'd want to. But that's the power Dazai has over him. He shifts on the bed, tries to get his legs on either side of Dazai, just to trap him there. He did decide not to rush Dazai earlier, but he's too damn needy, and only part of that is because he's horny.
At least he never actually said out loud that he'd try to be patient.]
It's all your fault.
[Maybe phrasing it like an accusation makes no sense, but at least Dazai's being accused of something good for once.]
[That really is an absurd accusation, but Dazai is more than happy to take credit anyway. Why shouldn't he? His dog, his beauty. If that doesn't make sense, then what does?
So he just hums a little in what one can only assume is agreement, initiating another kiss because he can. It's at this point that he'll silently thank Chuuya for always underdressing while at "home", because it's so convenient to run a hand up along Chuuya's body and push his shirt out of the way while enjoying the feel of him under his fingers. Not that Dazai really has a goal in mind with getting Chuuya's body extra available, but surely there are no downsides? It will pay off at some point.
Dazai, as usual, is not easy to rush. But that doesn't mean he isn't eager.]
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[Chuuya is immediately responsive as always, kissing back, that touch making him shift and stretch underneath Dazai, moaning against his mouth. He really does enjoy it just like this, too, taking their time to enjoy the sensations of it.
But he's not very good at controlling his own patience. He's not very good at resisting his need to touch Dazai, either, even when he likes that there's a power imbalance in what they wear and what that lets them do to each other. He likes giving Dazai easy access for whenever he wants to touch, likes when he catches Dazai looking at his bare legs, loves the attention. But he's needy.
If he doesn't try to rip those pants off Dazai, it's mostly because their height difference and position would make it difficult without breaking the kiss. He touches his back instead, sliding hands over his ribs, on top of the bandages, anywhere he can reach.
And if he's trying to get his leg in between Dazai's, it clearly has nothing to do with wanting to press his thigh against his dick in an effort to rush him just a little.]
[Gosh, Chuuya is always so subtle! Dazai could never guess his intentions at all!! Well, fortunately for Chuuya, Dazai is on the same page (for once). He's just taking his time reading, as it were.
He does respond eagerly to Chuuya's leg pressing against him, though, because he is eager, and it does feel good. But before he gets his pants out of the way, he'll use Chuuya's leg's new position to stroke all the way up his thigh.]
No lube..?
[He's just asking! Look at him, being such a gentleman.
Well, not enough of a gentleman not to back off a little bit regardless, just so he can open his pants and push them down.]
[If Dazai doesn't stop him, then he'll consider it a success, even if his intentions were a little too obvious. Chuuya pushes his thigh up a little bit higher, muscles twitching a little at the way Dazai is teasing the skin with his fingers. He loves the way Dazai touches him.]
No lube. I want to feel it for as long as possible.
[If this is the last day of their vacation, then this is on way to hold onto all of it for a little bit longer. He'll be reminded of Dazai constantly. Chuuya leans up to kiss him again, and again.
And then pauses briefly.]
If you want to take it more slowly, I can try not to rush you.
[If Dazai doesn't want to be rushed, then Chuuya absolutely won't be able to. But he did promise to make it easy for him.]
[Ahhh, Chuuya, the ultimate romantic... But there's something truly charming about Chuuya wanting to keep feeling this as long as possible. He should really have some consideration for Dazai's poor dick too, but oh well, Dazai will make it work. He usually does.]
Tsk tsk... It's not polite to lie at times like this, you know~?
[Chuuya is already rushing him! But Dazai is honestly fine with that. Even with the option of lube so kindly declined, Dazai strokes up Chuuya's thigh to feel and prod at his opening first. Maybe some small part of that is for preparing Chuuya's body. But the biggest part by far is that Dazai enjoys touching Chuuya, and making Chuuya react to his touch.]
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[Not that Chuuya was ever directly able to force Dazai to do work, but Dazai is a little intrigued all the same.
Or maybe he's just feeling surprisingly good about all of this, being in a room with Chuuya sitting in his lap, close and warm and his to hold. Even if this particular vacation will be short-lived... Dazai is pretty okay with that.
He knows that what they have now won't ever go away - at least not until either of them dies, which is always a real possibility, but Dazai is mostly fine with even that. Whatever happens in the future, it can't undo what they have now.
... He's still going to suck on Chuuya's neck again, though, because he doesn't want to make this too easy for Chuuya.]
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[He definitely can't force Dazai to work, so it's just teasing. But Dazai does often put that effort in when it comes to destroying Chuuya in bed - he appreciates it as much as he hates it, though leaning more towards appreciating it these days. Depending on the level of torture, of course. The methods. Whether or not Dazai leaves his brain intact enough after he's done for Chuuya to even consider objecting, which, admittedly, Dazai rarely does.
So really, Chuuya appreciates it.]
There's a few things I haven't admitted to wanting to try. [A lot, really.] And now seems like a good time. [...] Dazai, you know I won't be able to hide it if you leave marks all over my neck.
[That last part comes out as a slight whine, more because he's getting turned on than because of any real objection. But they're headed back to Yokohama soon, and Chuuya will have to go into the office like that.]
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[So Chuuya can definitely hide those marks. Possibly. Maybe. Then again, there's a reasons (or a myriad of reasons, really, but minimizing the effect of cover-up makeup is certainly one of them) why Dazai chose the skin where the collar would rub against it.
He's not stopping either, though he does play it lightly for the moment, with a mere kiss over tortured skin.]
Chuuya-hime has been so virtuous and shy about his desires, I'm certainly curious about the many ones he must have kept hidden.
[Subtitle: you're a slut, Chuu. What have you really been hiding??]
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[An excuse. Not a very good one, when it's simple enough to get makeup off high quality leather, but an excuse either way. He doesn't hate the idea of the hickey being so visible. He knows he should hide it, though, for the sake of being professional, but it's hard to care about that when Dazai doesn't let up.
He swallows. His skin is getting over-sensitized, already starting to be too much. But it's not like pain is a bad thing.]
Bet you hate the idea that I might have been able to keep a few secrets from you.
[He'll tug on Dazai's hair for calling him hime, just enough to sting. But he doesn't care about the implication that he might be a slut.]
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Alright, he doesn't mind all that much. But if Chuuya is going to get all feisty and try to challenge him, Dazai is going to see and raise
that dick. He pulls back just enough to look Chuuya straight in the eyes.]Name one of your secret desires that I haven't figured out myself, and I will deliver, no questions asked.
[Kind of hard to say if that's a threat or a promise, but Dazai is confident that Chuuya won't surprise him. (If he does, though, the "no questions asked" was definitely a lie.) And that's fine, really! They have plenty of non-surprising but no-less-exciting things they can get up to.]
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But now he has to think of something. He can't just admit defeat. The ideas he had earlier definitely won't count, because they're variations of kinks Dazai definitely already knew about. Humiliation, masochism, being owned... But Dazai could argue that everything is a variation of that, and if Chuuya accepts that argument then it's definitely impossible to come up with anything new. It's anything that brings out those feelings.
That bastard really knows him too damn well.]
There's probably a few specific things you haven't thought of. [But they wouldn't surprise Dazai at all, he knows that.] And there's a lot I only like because you like it. I'd never do something like torture myself with toys if you weren't watching and pleased with the show. [A pause.] Wait, no, watching isn't that important. I like knowing I've earned my rewards.
[Maybe Dazai knew about all of that, but Chuuya hasn't liked to admit it out loud in the past. He still finds it embarrassing, when it's so incredibly telling, but maybe he shouldn't expect Dazai to come up with everything.]
Obviously that's not something you haven't figured out. You don't need to tell me. [Stop looking at him with that intense expression.] Fine, Dazai, you win. There's probably nothing. Unless I go really specific, like cockwarming while you focus on something else. Or maybe it's because I've usually fought you too much for us to do anything like that.
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I don't want to focus on anything else now, though.
[If Dazai's intense stare was uncomfortable before, it's definitely not getting any better now. There's no malice in it, however: it is very much the look of an owner who, reasonably or unreasonably, is just a little too proud of his pet.
Going back to kissing Chuuya's neck now, because that was kind of nice.]
Still, it's a thought for the future~
[You've promised now, Chuuya! (Sort of.) No take-backsies.]
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He'd expected Dazai to be his usual levels of smug at his victory. Somehow Chuuya never gets used to being rewarded for giving in.]
Yeah. You can have that anytime you want.
[He'll definitely regret that offer, since Dazai has a talent for knowing when the worst possible time would be. But he won't take it back. He bites back a moan, that spot on his neck so sensitive now it hurts.]
I'll be able to feel that bruise when my collar rubs against it.
[And that's turning him on even more.]
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[He'll lick that spot once more for good measure, before giving Chuuya a break... and switching to the other side.]
I better keep it balanced!
[Well, now he's just being a dick on purpose, but he's not especially serious about it. He just feels oddly and unreasonably happy, and, well, how else is he supposed to let out feelings like that?! He really doesn't do that whole happiness thing. He's way too smart!]
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Would be easier to just sign your name.
[It's not really a suggestion, it's not meant to call him out. It's not a complaint, either. He's not sure what it is, because Dazai's too good at making sure he can't think clearly. He tilts his head the other way, making sure Dazai has as much access as he needs.
Normally Chuuya would at least try to rush him, but maybe he wants this. Maybe he wants to let Dazai take his time with whatever whim crosses his mind. Chuuya definitely isn't very good at being patient when he's horny, but he'll do his best to control himself, for as long as he can, distracting himself a little by running his hands over Dazai's surprisingly broad back, seeking out those few areas that are not covered by bandages.]
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It really would be easier to sign his name somewhere or other, and it's not like Dazai hasn't gotten close enough already, though he hasn't technically done it here and now. He's played around with such things before, though, even though his name might not have been written - and let's ignore how he may or may not have written his name on Chuuya's collar. He's come close enough, and so he stops sucking on Chuuya's skin only to ask:]
... Haven't I already?
[He has the balls to sound absolutely 100% genuinely surprised about the question, like he obviously has done this, somewhere on Chuuya's body.]
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Wait-- Where?
[He twists in Dazai's lap to look down at his own body, even though all he can see right now are his legs. Those don't look like they have anything written on them, unless it's on the back of them somewhere.
He would have noticed anything written on the front of his body, he thinks, which leaves his back or maybe his ass. Just in case, though, he hikes his shirt up a little - except it's too big for him, and he's sitting on the hem, so even as he pulls its stuck. He refuses to get out of Dazai's lap for this, even for a second, so he leaves that for now, and instead lifts one leg straight up in the air to leave more of it in plain view.
Nothing on the back of that thigh, or what he can see of his own ass, and -- okay, wait, no, this is embarrassing. He freezes like he finally realized what he's doing.]
Where did you write it?
[If he even did. But the idea is hot.]
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He really wants to lie about it. The odds of Chuuya finding out at this point are microscopic at best, so Dazai would almost certainly get away with it. But he kind of still doesn't want to lie. What a messed up feeling!
He pouts, tilting his head to the side a little as he mopes. This is a bad idea. Being honest is always a bad idea. But here he goes all the same.]
I told you ages ago that you're my dog, right?
Where else would I put my name?
[The collar, clearly. Not that he could put it in plain view, but perhaps on the hidden side of a flap of leather, or simply on the inside, hidden from view completely.
It's still there, even though it started out as something far more petty than what it means today. It counts.]
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It shouldn't surprise him. It doesn't, really, except he's pretty sure he would have seen it. It's not like he never takes the collar off - he doesn't shower with it, for example - and he does clean it, takes care of the leather to prevent it from going dry and cracking. Which means Dazai hid it pretty damn well.
He reaches for his collar like he wants to take it off and look, but instead he just runs a finger along it.]
You're a goddamn bastard, Dazai.
[But he's not even a little bit angry. Back then, he would have been pissed, so maybe it's a good thing he didn't find out sooner, but right now he's so turned on it's making him feel a little dizzy. Dazai really did claim him from the start.
And Dazai is actually worried. That pout is adorable. Chuuya can't resist leaning in to bite that lower lip... lightly. Well, not as hard as he could be biting. And then he's kissing him.]
So that's why you never tried to convince me I'd need a new collar with your name on it.
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But instead Chuuya just bites his lip and then kisses him, which is much better. Have they really settled the score, just like that? Dazai is a little surprised, but not unpleasantly so.]
Obviously.
[At least, it's "obvious" in the Dazai line of reasoning, which is to say it should never even occur to normal people, really. But it's not like Chuuya is super normal people either, even though he at least counts as people.
This is a really weird feeling. Dazai feels unusually like he missed the mark completely, and he doesn't like that. He kisses Chuuya to feel better, and make the temporary awkwardness seem like an illusion.]
Don't get rid of it now.
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Obviously not.
[He kisses him again, slides a hand up and into Dazai's hair, just to hold him close. It's so rare to see Dazai unsure of himself in any way, and that means something, too, the fact that Dazai doesn't want to go too far. The fact that he's admitting to what he did even though he's not sure he can get away with it.
Chuuya kisses his jaw, then his cheek, right next to his ear.]
Only the owner could get rid of it.
[Calling Dazai that is still embarrassing, especially outside of a scene, but he's horny.]
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Let's go to where we have a little more space.
[They've basically been messing around in a chair, after all. If they want to go any further, they should maybe head to the bed. And so Dazai, ever the prince charming, will stand up with Chuuya held in his arms like it's nothing, so they can return to the bed.
... Okay, Dazai never did this prince charming thing very well. He walks about two steps before he starts complaining and rushing his steps.]
Ah - heavy, so heavy, so heavy..!
[It's not entirely untrue, but it's also an excuse to let Chuuya fall on the bed and himself on top of it.
This is what you signed up for, Chuu. Having regrets yet?]
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And he's completely distracted by this attempt at carrying him.]
I'm not heavy, you're just weak!
[This is why Chuuya is Prince Charming and Dazai is the princess! Chuuya holds on to Dazai even tighter.]
If you drop me --
[Except that he's laughing. He's trying to hold it in, but it's obvious in his voice, even more obvious when Dazai does drop him on the bed and Chuuya is looking up at him, unable to fight off a smile.]
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Dazai may not have acted (much) with how he was struggling to carry Chuuya, but if there was any doubt left about how much he was exaggerating (which there really shouldn't be), the way he makes both of them dramatically flop on the bed should take care of that. And it was worth every aching muscle ten times over when he sees the actual smile on Chuuya's face.
Dazai wasn't sure Chuuya was even capable of being happy. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure that he was, either! And yet here they are.]
You're so pretty when you smile.
[That is arguably not nearly the full extent of his feelings, but it's a genuine part of them all the same, and a part that is relatively easy to put into words.]
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Can't help it.
[Not that he'd want to. But that's the power Dazai has over him. He shifts on the bed, tries to get his legs on either side of Dazai, just to trap him there. He did decide not to rush Dazai earlier, but he's too damn needy, and only part of that is because he's horny.
At least he never actually said out loud that he'd try to be patient.]
It's all your fault.
[Maybe phrasing it like an accusation makes no sense, but at least Dazai's being accused of something good for once.]
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So he just hums a little in what one can only assume is agreement, initiating another kiss because he can. It's at this point that he'll silently thank Chuuya for always underdressing while at "home", because it's so convenient to run a hand up along Chuuya's body and push his shirt out of the way while enjoying the feel of him under his fingers. Not that Dazai really has a goal in mind with getting Chuuya's body extra available, but surely there are no downsides? It will pay off at some point.
Dazai, as usual, is not easy to rush. But that doesn't mean he isn't eager.]
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But he's not very good at controlling his own patience. He's not very good at resisting his need to touch Dazai, either, even when he likes that there's a power imbalance in what they wear and what that lets them do to each other. He likes giving Dazai easy access for whenever he wants to touch, likes when he catches Dazai looking at his bare legs, loves the attention. But he's needy.
If he doesn't try to rip those pants off Dazai, it's mostly because their height difference and position would make it difficult without breaking the kiss. He touches his back instead, sliding hands over his ribs, on top of the bandages, anywhere he can reach.
And if he's trying to get his leg in between Dazai's, it clearly has nothing to do with wanting to press his thigh against his dick in an effort to rush him just a little.]
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He does respond eagerly to Chuuya's leg pressing against him, though, because he is eager, and it does feel good. But before he gets his pants out of the way, he'll use Chuuya's leg's new position to stroke all the way up his thigh.]
No lube..?
[He's just asking! Look at him, being such a gentleman.
Well, not enough of a gentleman not to back off a little bit regardless, just so he can open his pants and push them down.]
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No lube. I want to feel it for as long as possible.
[If this is the last day of their vacation, then this is on way to hold onto all of it for a little bit longer. He'll be reminded of Dazai constantly. Chuuya leans up to kiss him again, and again.
And then pauses briefly.]
If you want to take it more slowly, I can try not to rush you.
[If Dazai doesn't want to be rushed, then Chuuya absolutely won't be able to. But he did promise to make it easy for him.]
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Tsk tsk... It's not polite to lie at times like this, you know~?
[Chuuya is already rushing him! But Dazai is honestly fine with that. Even with the option of lube so kindly declined, Dazai strokes up Chuuya's thigh to feel and prod at his opening first. Maybe some small part of that is for preparing Chuuya's body. But the biggest part by far is that Dazai enjoys touching Chuuya, and making Chuuya react to his touch.]
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