[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.]
[Dazai doesn't want Chuuya to stay quiet, enjoying the way he's proclaiming his pleasure to the world. As Chuuya throws his head back, Dazai scrapes his teeth against Chuuya's neck, not biting down too hard, but still wanting to encourage every sound he gets as Chuuya clenches around him, and Dazai keeps going, thrusts becoming faster and a little erratic as he belatedly rushes his own climax.
He's really not far behind, teeth finally releasing Chuuya's neck as he comes with a rough moan - nothing nearly as dramatic as the concert Chuuya has been giving him all this time, but a simple and sincere sign of pleasure all the same. Trembling briefly, he spends every last drop inside of Chuuya.
It's really strange... Somehow, he still hasn't grown bored of these things.]
[Chuuya could never grow bored of this. Not when it's about so much more than just the pleasure of a really good orgasm. It's the way Dazai pushes him further than anyone, always knowing exactly the right buttons to push to get him to submit. It's the way submission, being owned, is one of the only things that can truly make him feel like he belongs, and that's always something he's desperately craved.
It's the threat of teeth against his throat, scraping against the bruises Dazai already left there earlier, causing pained noises to escape Chuuya, adding to the overstimulation. As though his collar wasn't already rubbing against that spot.
And it's the moment when Dazai actually shows his own pleasure, those rare moans always feeling like a victory to Chuuya. Or maybe like a hard-earned reward.
He doesn't move after Dazai is finished. He wants to enjoy the moment for as long as he can, his entire body feeling wrung out but relaxed, good. He keeps his arms around him, grip looser now, and keeps his hips lifted so Dazai can keep his cock in him for as long as he feels like. He likes the feeling of being filled by him, too, and doesn't like the thought of his cum leaking out and leaving him empty.]
[Dazai, for his part, has no intention of pulling out just yet. His reasons are not quite as sentimental as Chuuya's, perhaps, but he's comfortable, and he doesn't really want to move.
So he just relaxes, letting his body drape all over Chuuya. He wasn't tired just before, and even Dazai isn't in bad enough shape to be knocked out so quickly by a little sex, but... he's just feeling lazy, and calm. He mumbles against Chuuya's neck.]
We can nap before check-out... right?
[He doesn't know. He doesn't care. They can always pay for an extra night if they have to. The point is: he's in no mood to rush back to their respective daily lives.]
[That is exactly what Chuuya wants, too. Not because he needs more sleep, but because it really is comfortable, and few things feel as good as this. He's not sure anything does.
He strokes his hands over Dazai's back, just to touch for a moment, presses a kiss to the side of his neck.]
You're trying to trick me into extending the vacation.
[He's just teasing. He doesn't mind paying for a late checkout or an extra day, and part of him does wish they could drag the vacation out longer. But they do have plans for another vacation in the future, don't they?]
[Oh good, Chuuya isn't going to fight him on this. Dazai had hoped, of course, but you can never be sure when the workaholic side of Chuuya returns! (And maybe that is another reason why Dazai likes to control when he, himself leaves. But it's probably not something worth thinking about.)]
Mhm... Sabotaging Chuuya's work is always a fun passtime.
[Since he's not nearly as busy, himself. Clearly he's just trying to hold Chuuya back. That's why he's flopped out here, still inside of Chuuya, his mumbling only audible because it's fairly close to Chuuya's ear.
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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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He's really not far behind, teeth finally releasing Chuuya's neck as he comes with a rough moan - nothing nearly as dramatic as the concert Chuuya has been giving him all this time, but a simple and sincere sign of pleasure all the same. Trembling briefly, he spends every last drop inside of Chuuya.
It's really strange... Somehow, he still hasn't grown bored of these things.]
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It's the threat of teeth against his throat, scraping against the bruises Dazai already left there earlier, causing pained noises to escape Chuuya, adding to the overstimulation. As though his collar wasn't already rubbing against that spot.
And it's the moment when Dazai actually shows his own pleasure, those rare moans always feeling like a victory to Chuuya. Or maybe like a hard-earned reward.
He doesn't move after Dazai is finished. He wants to enjoy the moment for as long as he can, his entire body feeling wrung out but relaxed, good. He keeps his arms around him, grip looser now, and keeps his hips lifted so Dazai can keep his cock in him for as long as he feels like. He likes the feeling of being filled by him, too, and doesn't like the thought of his cum leaking out and leaving him empty.]
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So he just relaxes, letting his body drape all over Chuuya. He wasn't tired just before, and even Dazai isn't in bad enough shape to be knocked out so quickly by a little sex, but... he's just feeling lazy, and calm. He mumbles against Chuuya's neck.]
We can nap before check-out... right?
[He doesn't know. He doesn't care. They can always pay for an extra night if they have to. The point is: he's in no mood to rush back to their respective daily lives.]
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[That is exactly what Chuuya wants, too. Not because he needs more sleep, but because it really is comfortable, and few things feel as good as this. He's not sure anything does.
He strokes his hands over Dazai's back, just to touch for a moment, presses a kiss to the side of his neck.]
You're trying to trick me into extending the vacation.
[He's just teasing. He doesn't mind paying for a late checkout or an extra day, and part of him does wish they could drag the vacation out longer. But they do have plans for another vacation in the future, don't they?]
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Mhm... Sabotaging Chuuya's work is always a fun passtime.
[Since he's not nearly as busy, himself. Clearly he's just trying to hold Chuuya back. That's why he's flopped out here, still inside of Chuuya, his mumbling only audible because it's fairly close to Chuuya's ear.
Yup. That's definitely it.]