[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.]
[Dazai's dick can handle it. Chuuya's ass gets tortured with toys as well as his dick, making him at least twice as sore, so clearly if he can handle it, so can Dazai. Not that he'd object if Dazai insisted on lube anyway.]
I only said I'd try, so it's not lying. [He shifts his leg away again slightly... at least for a second.] Besides, what I did before making that offer doesn't count.
[Or until Dazai accepts the offer, so Chuuya is still free to try to rush him. But he's also pretty easily distracted. Just knowing what Dazai is about to do would be enough to turn him on more, if he wasn't already this worked up. He's swears he can feel a few drops of precum hit his stomach, before Dazai's fingers even touch him.
Though that definitely doesn't count as being trained by him. Neither does the way he instinctively shifts to give him easier access.]
[Dazai's dick may be able to handle it, but unlike Chuuya, he is not a masochist! He's not going to do anything that's uncomfortable for himself - certainly not unless it is exponentially uncomfortable for Chuuya.]
You didn't even try, though?
[Totally lying! But whatever, there's no need to fuss the details, beyond some obligatory banter. Taking it "slow" or not, Dazai pushes two fingers into Chuuya all at once. Maybe it's not quite punishment for the "lie", nor a real attempt to take his time, but Dazai does so love getting Chuuya all wound up.]
[He knows he's making up excuses, and the more excuses he comes up with, the less likely Dazai is to let it go. He can even tell that Dazai doesn't really care, he's just calling Chuuya out for fun, so there's no reason to push it.
And those fingers inside him really are more important. Chuuya groans, and now he does spread his legs properly, no longer trying to press up against Dazai's dick, but just giving him access. It's hard to keep a train of thought like this when it feels so good, and when he's already sore from everything Dazai's been doing to him during their vacation. He'll try though, while he still can.]
If I didn't rush you at all, you'd probably tease me for hours at least!
[Well... He might, a little. But he wouldn't mean it, and so Dazai still thinks he's Correct.
More to the point: he doesn't care to keep arguing, because, as it happens, that is not his favorite way to drag things out. He'll even, since Chuuya is so fond of rushing things, add a third finger in a crude attempt to cut off any further protests from Chuuya.
Teasing or not... Dazai supposes they should make good use of the time they have left, after all.]
Because I wouldn't be able to - oh, shit - form words!
[He'd object before Dazai shut his brain off with his damn teasing, but no, he wouldn't really mean it. He likes being at Dazai's mercy. And he loves the way he's being forced open by those fingers, too rough because he kept talking back, he knows that. He drops his head back against the bed, moaning at the way it feels, both painful and good.
Dazai really has put him through it lately.]
Sore. [It's definitely not a complaint, but it is a bit of a confession.] Maybe some lube.
[Form words, indeed - words like "potayto potahto", which is what Dazai would like to say right about now. It's the same difference, Chuuya!!]
Changing your mind already? That's a new record.
[Rushing him, indeed! And just when Dazai is starting to lose his patience, himself, his breath getting a bit shorter. Oh well, if Chuuya still wants lube now, he can grab it himself. Dazai did offer, before! Not his fault Chuuya didn't think ahead.
Dazai pulls out his fingers even more roughly than he'd pushed them in, and gives Chuuya's hip a pat.]
[Chuuya winces when Dazai pulls the fingers out so roughly, but the noise he makes still leans towards pleasure. He wants it to hurt. He really does want to be able to feel it for as long as possible. But he does need to be able to ride his bike after this, unless they decide to find another way back to Yokohama.
He's not surprised when Dazai makes him get the lube. It's a bit awkward, getting out from under him, feeling empty, feeling too open. Luckily the lube isn't too far away, on the floor where Dazai tossed it after using it the night before.]
I could handle it if you want me to.
[But to win a few points after too much talking back, he'll even get the lube open before handing it over, and then he's quickly getting on the bed again, because it's already been too long without Dazai touching him.]
[Of course Chuuya could handle it - and for once Dazai doesn't feel like arguing that point. He really doesn't object to however they're going to do this: lube or no lube is barely more than window dressing, for him. Chuuya is - sort of, kind of - admitting that he was having a major case of hybris before, and that is enough.
... Mostly enough.]
Up, up~
[Dazai encourages Chuuya's legs up, so he can drip some lube right onto his half-prepared ass. While he does it, he acts like he's the latest challenger of Picasso, and honestly he feels like he is. Chuuya is a work of art this way, after all.
But after that first cold drip, Dazai resumes things a little more seriously, coating the inside of Chuuya's ass with the lube, and then wiping his fingers on his own dick for good measure.]
Better?
[From anyone else, the question would be kind and considerate. From Dazai... well, you just never know, do you?]
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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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I only said I'd try, so it's not lying. [He shifts his leg away again slightly... at least for a second.] Besides, what I did before making that offer doesn't count.
[Or until Dazai accepts the offer, so Chuuya is still free to try to rush him. But he's also pretty easily distracted. Just knowing what Dazai is about to do would be enough to turn him on more, if he wasn't already this worked up. He's swears he can feel a few drops of precum hit his stomach, before Dazai's fingers even touch him.
Though that definitely doesn't count as being trained by him. Neither does the way he instinctively shifts to give him easier access.]
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You didn't even try, though?
[Totally lying! But whatever, there's no need to fuss the details, beyond some obligatory banter. Taking it "slow" or not, Dazai pushes two fingers into Chuuya all at once. Maybe it's not quite punishment for the "lie", nor a real attempt to take his time, but Dazai does so love getting Chuuya all wound up.]
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[He knows he's making up excuses, and the more excuses he comes up with, the less likely Dazai is to let it go. He can even tell that Dazai doesn't really care, he's just calling Chuuya out for fun, so there's no reason to push it.
And those fingers inside him really are more important. Chuuya groans, and now he does spread his legs properly, no longer trying to press up against Dazai's dick, but just giving him access. It's hard to keep a train of thought like this when it feels so good, and when he's already sore from everything Dazai's been doing to him during their vacation. He'll try though, while he still can.]
If I didn't rush you at all, you'd probably tease me for hours at least!
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[Well... He might, a little. But he wouldn't mean it, and so Dazai still thinks he's Correct.
More to the point: he doesn't care to keep arguing, because, as it happens, that is not his favorite way to drag things out. He'll even, since Chuuya is so fond of rushing things, add a third finger in a crude attempt to cut off any further protests from Chuuya.
Teasing or not... Dazai supposes they should make good use of the time they have left, after all.]
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[He'd object before Dazai shut his brain off with his damn teasing, but no, he wouldn't really mean it. He likes being at Dazai's mercy. And he loves the way he's being forced open by those fingers, too rough because he kept talking back, he knows that. He drops his head back against the bed, moaning at the way it feels, both painful and good.
Dazai really has put him through it lately.]
Sore. [It's definitely not a complaint, but it is a bit of a confession.] Maybe some lube.
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Changing your mind already? That's a new record.
[Rushing him, indeed! And just when Dazai is starting to lose his patience, himself, his breath getting a bit shorter. Oh well, if Chuuya still wants lube now, he can grab it himself. Dazai did offer, before! Not his fault Chuuya didn't think ahead.
Dazai pulls out his fingers even more roughly than he'd pushed them in, and gives Chuuya's hip a pat.]
Go on, then.
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He's not surprised when Dazai makes him get the lube. It's a bit awkward, getting out from under him, feeling empty, feeling too open. Luckily the lube isn't too far away, on the floor where Dazai tossed it after using it the night before.]
I could handle it if you want me to.
[But to win a few points after too much talking back, he'll even get the lube open before handing it over, and then he's quickly getting on the bed again, because it's already been too long without Dazai touching him.]
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[Of course Chuuya could handle it - and for once Dazai doesn't feel like arguing that point. He really doesn't object to however they're going to do this: lube or no lube is barely more than window dressing, for him. Chuuya is - sort of, kind of - admitting that he was having a major case of hybris before, and that is enough.
... Mostly enough.]
Up, up~
[Dazai encourages Chuuya's legs up, so he can drip some lube right onto his half-prepared ass. While he does it, he acts like he's the latest challenger of Picasso, and honestly he feels like he is. Chuuya is a work of art this way, after all.
But after that first cold drip, Dazai resumes things a little more seriously, coating the inside of Chuuya's ass with the lube, and then wiping his fingers on his own dick for good measure.]
Better?
[From anyone else, the question would be kind and considerate. From Dazai... well, you just never know, do you?]
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