[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?]
[Letting Dazai move him into whatever position he wants is just second nature by now. A word, a slight nudge, and Chuuya obeys almost without realizing... And Dazai says he can't be trained.
Wait, no, don't point that out to him.
His body jerks as that cold lube hits right on his hole, and he lets out a small hiss of air at the sensation, trying not to whine. Dazai could have warmed it up a little... But it's worth it to have those fingers back inside him. The glide is definitely easier now, which means he can focus just on how good it feels to be filled and claimed.]
Yeah. [He knows he shouldn't add it, Dazai's ego doesn't need it, but in the moment it feels right for some reason.] Thank you.
[Wait -- Actually, he should take that back. Can he take that back?]
[Technically the lube is merely room temperature, so Dazai did nothing wrong? It's just Chuuya's ass that's too hot! ... But pointing that out could lead to misinterpretations, so let's not.
The thank-you really isn't necessary, but Dazai enjoys it anyway. He didn't even have to ask for it or anything!]
So well-behaved when you forget not to be.
[Yup, he said it. He's calling Chuuya out, but look, Dazai didn't do anything wrong here?? So if Chuuya really objects, he only has himself to blame.
Not that Dazai really cares who Chuuya blames, because they're here now, and.... somehow it feels like they've made great strides towards something, even though they didn't objectively do much that they wouldn't have done before. But somehow, that feels like the very reason why everything is different, now.
Really, it's better not to think about those things, isn't it? Much easier to just keep going, so that's what Dazai does, repositioning himself to be properly on top of Chuuya before he pushes inside.]
[Chuuya wants to object. He definitely looks like he's about to object. He even opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn't really know how to defend himself against the way Dazai is calling him out. Dazai is right, and they both know it. He knows he's turning red.
And then Dazai pushes inside, and that's a good distraction. Chuuya lets out a moan instead, breath stuttering a little bit as he adjusts, still store, Dazai's cock definitely a lot bigger than his fingers, but the lube means it's the perfect combination of pleasure-pain. Since Dazai has moved completely on top of him, Chuuya only has to lean up a little to kiss him.]
No. Forgot I wanted to behave today. Remembered again.
[Confessions like that are always going to be difficult for him, but might as well let Dazai have his victory. This is what they both want, after all.]
You deserve at least that much.
[Finally partially answering Dazai's question about that.]
[Deserving anything in life still feels like an absurd notion, on both a practical and a philosophical level, but Dazai can live with it, especially when Chuuya more or less suggests he should have nice things. Not everything is so easy to ignore though.]
You forget what you want... [He pulls out a little before pushing back in unhurriedly, starting a lazy pace. It can't be helped! Not everything is better when you take it slow, but when instant satisfaction always comes with instant disappointment, one may as well drag things out a bit.] ... way too easily.
[And yes, he does mean that very broadly, as it applies to almost all aspects of Chuuya's life.
Less so with the sex, perhaps, but maybe that's why sex always adds an extra layer of satisfaction in their interactions. It's nice to make Chuuya be honest about at least one thing he wants.]
[Maybe it's not about what he deserves in life. Chuuya would be the last person to care about that, anyway. If there was some sort of universal judge, some completely objective being whose job it was to determine who was deserving of what, then Chuuya would be the first person to fight it. Especially if it had opinions about Dazai.
Because what Dazai deserves from Chuuya is more straightforward. And it's definitely good.]
I don't forget! [Even though he just said he did. He can absolutely contradict himself for the sake of arguing with Dazai.] I can want more than one thing.
[He wanted to behave, but he doesn't want to be patient. Except he's not going to rush Dazai now. He lifts his hips up to meet him, but doesn't try to speed it up, doing his best to hold himself back. He can't hold back his continued reactions, though, like his moans, or the way his fingers dig a little harder into Dazai's back, like his self-control needs a tether.]
[An easy admission, which is a sure sign that Dazai isn't done talking yet - but he's a little out of breath (which is definitely Chuuya's fault for being attractive, and not Dazai's fault for being wildly out of shape), and while he doesn't want to let Chuuya rush him... he doesn't want to hold back, either. It's fair enough, he decides, to just "strike back" for anything and everything Chuuya does, much like if this was a physical or verbal fight, and so Dazai's next thrust is rough and hard, though he doesn't yet rush things beyond that.]
So why, of the hundred things you want... is this always the only one you remember?
[It's not really a complaint, mind you! Dazai benefits from it, after all. Still... he's not sure it's a smart move on Chuuya's part.]
[That one sharp thrust short-circuits him for a second, and then Dazai doesn't even speed up, just keeps going like nothing, and Chuuya's brain is scrambling to keep up with the pace, with the conversation, with Chuuya's own desperation. His hips jerk upwards as he loses track of his own movements, and it takes everything he's got to slow down, match the pace again.
How does Dazai even do it. How does he manage not to get overwhelmed?]
Want you more. [He leans up just so he can press his lips to Dazai's mouth again, his jaw, too many feelings he can't contain.] Dazai --
Interrogating me like this isn't fair!
[Okay, it's not really an interrogation, but still. He'll end up saying more than he should!]
[Is anything not an interrogation? If every act and every word is a game to be won, then clearly the difference between a conversation and an interrogation is minimal at best.
But... it's very satisfying to hear Chuuya say that Dazai is more important. Somehow, for whatever reason, that gives Dazai such satisfaction that he does, indeed, give up the word games in order to kiss Chuuya as ordered requested, thrusting in at the same time, just because ravaging Chuuya on two ends at once is always good fun. Like having your chibi and eating him, too!
For the time being, Dazai finally shuts the fuck up, chasing a different kind of pleasure as he increases the pace, intent on driving Chuuya mad... and, okay, he'll enjoy it himself, too.]
[Chuuya kisses back, needy and a bit sloppy, moans escaping him every time their lips break apart even just a fraction of an inch. Dazai's plan is definitely working. It's overwhelming, being claimed in so many ways all at once, with Dazai finally fucking him like he wants to destroy him, like it's his right to do what he wants.
Chuuya shudders, arms tightening around Dazai.]
Daz -- Dazai.
[There's barely space to get the word out. He wants to keep kissing. He doesn't want to think.]
Yours. Please.
[It feels good to say. Dazai's reactions to it feel even better. He doesn't want to come too soon, but he might, isn't that good at holding back. He doesn't want to end up spent and overstimulated before Dazai is ready to finish, end up helpless on his back while Dazai fucks him from pleasure to pain. Unless that's what Dazai wants.]
[Dazai doesn't bother with words, himself - perhaps the surest sign of how he, too, is into this, and no longer playing games - but he'll still respond to Chuuya's pleas with a confirming noise, humming into the kiss. Fortunately (or unfortunately, as the case may be) Dazai doesn't plan to torture Chuuya overly much: he's in a good mood (or as good a mood as he gets), and he's pretty sure that Chuuya will feel this and carry the feeling with him for a good while to come. There's no need to push things overly far. (He'll just save that for next time!)
There's also no need to touch Chuuya's dick, which Dazai would normally not be averse to, but Chuuya is already too excited. Clearly not overstimulating him further is a kindness if anything, and so Dazai, kind man that he is, doesn't.
But he still hooks an arm under one of Chuuya's legs to pull it up further, letting him thrust in more deeply - and also better trapping Chuuya's dick between their bodies as he moves.]
[Chuuya's noises become more desperate, his pleas turning into moans as he loses that last bit of coherency. He wants Dazai to touch him. He wants to touch himself. It might be too much if he does, and he's pretty sure he'd come at a touch, and trying to get a hand in between them would be too awkward with the position Dazai has him in.
Small trembles pass through his muscles as the pleasure builds. He's struggling to keep matching Dazai's pace now, especially since Dazai took away half his leverage, but it doesn't matter.
Dazai's bandages, the shirt Chuuya is wearing, both feel too rough against his sensitive dick, no way to escape the friction. He never stood a chance.
When he comes, it's hard, loud, trembles turning into spasms as he clenches around Dazai, head thrown back against the pillow. It's better not to think about being overheard - he couldn't stay quiet if he tried.]
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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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Wait, no, don't point that out to him.
His body jerks as that cold lube hits right on his hole, and he lets out a small hiss of air at the sensation, trying not to whine. Dazai could have warmed it up a little... But it's worth it to have those fingers back inside him. The glide is definitely easier now, which means he can focus just on how good it feels to be filled and claimed.]
Yeah. [He knows he shouldn't add it, Dazai's ego doesn't need it, but in the moment it feels right for some reason.] Thank you.
[Wait -- Actually, he should take that back. Can he take that back?]
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... But pointing that out could lead to misinterpretations, so let's not.
The thank-you really isn't necessary, but Dazai enjoys it anyway. He didn't even have to ask for it or anything!]
So well-behaved when you forget not to be.
[Yup, he said it. He's calling Chuuya out, but look, Dazai didn't do anything wrong here?? So if Chuuya really objects, he only has himself to blame.
Not that Dazai really cares who Chuuya blames, because they're here now, and.... somehow it feels like they've made great strides towards something, even though they didn't objectively do much that they wouldn't have done before. But somehow, that feels like the very reason why everything is different, now.
Really, it's better not to think about those things, isn't it? Much easier to just keep going, so that's what Dazai does, repositioning himself to be properly on top of Chuuya before he pushes inside.]
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And then Dazai pushes inside, and that's a good distraction. Chuuya lets out a moan instead, breath stuttering a little bit as he adjusts, still store, Dazai's cock definitely a lot bigger than his fingers, but the lube means it's the perfect combination of pleasure-pain. Since Dazai has moved completely on top of him, Chuuya only has to lean up a little to kiss him.]
No. Forgot I wanted to behave today. Remembered again.
[Confessions like that are always going to be difficult for him, but might as well let Dazai have his victory. This is what they both want, after all.]
You deserve at least that much.
[Finally partially answering Dazai's question about that.]
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You forget what you want... [He pulls out a little before pushing back in unhurriedly, starting a lazy pace. It can't be helped! Not everything is better when you take it slow, but when instant satisfaction always comes with instant disappointment, one may as well drag things out a bit.] ... way too easily.
[And yes, he does mean that very broadly, as it applies to almost all aspects of Chuuya's life.
Less so with the sex, perhaps, but maybe that's why sex always adds an extra layer of satisfaction in their interactions. It's nice to make Chuuya be honest about at least one thing he wants.]
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Because what Dazai deserves from Chuuya is more straightforward. And it's definitely good.]
I don't forget! [Even though he just said he did. He can absolutely contradict himself for the sake of arguing with Dazai.] I can want more than one thing.
[He wanted to behave, but he doesn't want to be patient. Except he's not going to rush Dazai now. He lifts his hips up to meet him, but doesn't try to speed it up, doing his best to hold himself back. He can't hold back his continued reactions, though, like his moans, or the way his fingers dig a little harder into Dazai's back, like his self-control needs a tether.]
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[An easy admission, which is a sure sign that Dazai isn't done talking yet - but he's a little out of breath (which is definitely Chuuya's fault for being attractive, and not Dazai's fault for being wildly out of shape), and while he doesn't want to let Chuuya rush him... he doesn't want to hold back, either. It's fair enough, he decides, to just "strike back" for anything and everything Chuuya does, much like if this was a physical or verbal fight, and so Dazai's next thrust is rough and hard, though he doesn't yet rush things beyond that.]
So why, of the hundred things you want... is this always the only one you remember?
[It's not really a complaint, mind you! Dazai benefits from it, after all. Still... he's not sure it's a smart move on Chuuya's part.]
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[That one sharp thrust short-circuits him for a second, and then Dazai doesn't even speed up, just keeps going like nothing, and Chuuya's brain is scrambling to keep up with the pace, with the conversation, with Chuuya's own desperation. His hips jerk upwards as he loses track of his own movements, and it takes everything he's got to slow down, match the pace again.
How does Dazai even do it. How does he manage not to get overwhelmed?]
Want you more. [He leans up just so he can press his lips to Dazai's mouth again, his jaw, too many feelings he can't contain.] Dazai --
Interrogating me like this isn't fair!
[Okay, it's not really an interrogation, but still. He'll end up saying more than he should!]
You're more important. Kiss me.
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But... it's very satisfying to hear Chuuya say that Dazai is more important. Somehow, for whatever reason, that gives Dazai such satisfaction that he does, indeed, give up the word games in order to kiss Chuuya as
orderedrequested, thrusting in at the same time, just because ravaging Chuuya on two ends at once is always good fun. Like having your chibi and eating him, too!For the time being, Dazai finally shuts the fuck up, chasing a different kind of pleasure as he increases the pace, intent on driving Chuuya mad... and, okay, he'll enjoy it himself, too.]
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Chuuya shudders, arms tightening around Dazai.]
Daz -- Dazai.
[There's barely space to get the word out. He wants to keep kissing. He doesn't want to think.]
Yours. Please.
[It feels good to say. Dazai's reactions to it feel even better. He doesn't want to come too soon, but he might, isn't that good at holding back. He doesn't want to end up spent and overstimulated before Dazai is ready to finish, end up helpless on his back while Dazai fucks him from pleasure to pain. Unless that's what Dazai wants.]
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There's also no need to touch Chuuya's dick, which Dazai would normally not be averse to, but Chuuya is already too excited. Clearly not overstimulating him further is a kindness if anything, and so Dazai, kind man that he is, doesn't.
But he still hooks an arm under one of Chuuya's legs to pull it up further, letting him thrust in more deeply - and also better trapping Chuuya's dick between their bodies as he moves.]
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Small trembles pass through his muscles as the pleasure builds. He's struggling to keep matching Dazai's pace now, especially since Dazai took away half his leverage, but it doesn't matter.
Dazai's bandages, the shirt Chuuya is wearing, both feel too rough against his sensitive dick, no way to escape the friction. He never stood a chance.
When he comes, it's hard, loud, trembles turning into spasms as he clenches around Dazai, head thrown back against the pillow. It's better not to think about being overheard - he couldn't stay quiet if he tried.]
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