[How fortunate, then, that Chuuya isn't exactly what most people would call sane!]
You're probably right.
[It's far too casual a lie, but then, Dazai is an expert at lying. Dazai could definitely carry Chuuya, if he really had to. But he doesn't have to, and he's not going to provoke Chuuya into trying to make him do it anyway. Chuuya is stubborn enough as it is; with alcohol to strengthen that even further, Dazai really doesn't want to deal with Chuuya's demands. (Unless they coincide with his own wants, of course!)
And so it's a fairly non-eventful walk to Dazai's apartment. Dazai has to let go of Chuuya to some degree to open the door, but hopefully Chuuya won't fall over. The fresh air may have done him some good, anyway.
After that... Well, Dazai should probably make Chuuya eat something, but that requires getting food. And he should probably get Chuuya to at least shower, but that takes effort, too! Far better to just be lazy together, really.]
[Lazy is a good option. Chuuya isn't going to complain about the lack of catering, and the shower can wait until morning. He's a bit too distracted poking around Dazai's apartment, because he's not there too often, and he's too drunk to bother being considerate.
He finds some half-eaten snacks and claims them as his own, before opening a couple of drawers.]
You need more stuff.
[More stuff for Chuuya to go through, because clearly entertaining him while he's drunk is the purpose of decorating an apartment. But at least he's not trying to find himself any more booze to drink.
And he'll be very easy to guide away from snooping and over to wherever Dazai wants him instead, especially if physical contact is involved.]
[Dazai quietly locks the door in a way that, while it no doubt can still be opened from the inside, should at least make it a little harder to do for a drunk person - like by removing the door knob, or something similar. He's got Chuuya safely off the streets, which was his main goal; he's not eager to actively babysit the baby-sized executive.
Chuuya can snoop a bit if he wants. Dazai certainly doesn't have anything of any real value (emotional or otherwise) at his place, and this way Chuuya can burn off some energy - for now, at least. Dazai should really at least get Chuuya to drink some water, but... effort. Dazai's just going to chill on top of his futon, which he definitely didn't put away.]
What stuff?
[He knows what Chuuya means, really. But he's still curious to hear what Chuuya will say.]
Any stuff. You're always going through my stuff, so you need something here for me to find.
[Flawless logic, clearly. How dare Dazai not have snoopable drawers. Though he's distracted from that disappointment by realizing what Dazai just did to the door. He has to go over to investigate that, too, though.]
Did you just kidnap me?
[His voice suggests that being kidnapped by Dazai sounds kinda fun, actually. But then, if he really wanted to escape, he could just go through the wall, so at best this would slow him down. But it does get his attention fully back on Dazai.
[Dazai is hoping that Chuuya isn't yet drunk enough to bang his way through random walls; he does usually pass out before getting quite that bad. Still, if Chuuya's gonna wreck the place, so be it. Dazai will just make him pay - literally, that is! - later.]
Mhm.
[Definitely a kidnapping. Clearly so. When Chuuya looks at him, Dazai pats the spot on the futon next to him. Sit your ass down, you drunk mini mafia, you!]
[Chuuya's not that drunk, luckily. He also wouldn't resort to destruction of property even if he was, since this is exactly where he wants to be right now. With Dazai, that is, not his apartment specifically, since this place could definitely use some improvements. And maybe a deep clean.]
Maybe a new bed? Or a housekeeping service?
[Not what people usually demand in ransom letters, but details like that have never stopped Dazai. Chuuya walks over so he can sit down next to him as told, leaning a hand on Dazai's shoulder without thinking. Dazai's hair brushes against his knuckles.
Chuuya's balance is knocked out from under him and he falls the rest of the way, landing heavily into Dazai.]
Shit -- Didn't mean to --
[He rubs his jaw where he knocked it into Dazai's shoulder.]
[Especially when it comes to the housekeeping service. But then, Dazai can probably just keep this place on until it gets to be too much of a mess, then move on elsewhere. That seems far more sensical.
Dazai should know better than to think he's ever on top of Chuuya and his mess-making abilities - in anything other than the literal sense, that is - but he's still not expecting quite so dramatic a fall when he thought he finally got Chuuya to calm down. Admittedly, Chuuya almost certainly got the worse end of the deal, since Dazai got off generally unharmed as he tried to catch Chuuya in his arms. He's still going to rub his shoulder like the manchild he is, though.]
Ow-ow-ow... Is this how you usually treat a generous host?!
[A "generous host" who has offered literally nothing so far, but whatever.]
[Chuuya rubs his jaw for a second longer, but then tries to sit up to rub Dazai's shoulder for him. He's still basically draped over Dazai's lap, looking up at him, extra worried about having caused him pain when he's drunk.]
You didn't get hurt, right?
[He's just gonna try to shove Dazai's shirt aside to check.]
[Most of the time, Dazai would be happier to not have Chuuya care too much. But when Chuuya is drunk, it's easy to blame all too-serious feelings on that - at least for like 99% - and that makes it a little easier for Dazai to just enjoy how Chuuya cares at all, without worrying about what that all means for the two of them in the long run. And yes, it's definitely silly that he thinks about that at all after everything, but old habits die hard. And if it means he's going to wallow in Chuuya's affection for a little bit, is that really so bad?]
How about you check to make sure? [Not that Chuuya needs telling, apparently.] Not all injuries are immediately obvious, after all.
[Which is a bullshit excuse in this situation, but not untrue, which is why Dazai keeps an eye on Chuuya's jaw just in case. He's not touching it just yet, though; he doesn't want to annoy Chuuya and derail his Dazai-discovery efforts.]
[Chuuya would definitely object if Dazai started poking his jaw to make sure he didn't get hurt. He can handle getting hurt, it's never been much of a concern, and besides, right now his priority clearly needs to be Dazai! He's focused on that task, no distractions acceptable, rubbing at his shoulder again once the shirt is out of the way. There's not even any redness that he can see, though.]
Does that hurt?
[He glances at Dazai's face, to see if the touch is enough to make him wince. Although that's never a reliable gauge of Dazai's injuries - his reactions are based more on how much attention he wants, and he can be severely injured and not reacting at all. But knowing that fact makes no difference to Chuuya's drunken logic. He feels bad, and he wants to touch.]
[Dazai isn't entirely confident that Chuuya didn't hurt himself, but at least there was no loud CRACK or anything, and the dog is still yapping. It's probably fine.]
Mhm.
[He says that, but he doesn't even bother pretending to be injured anymore, having given up the act already. He probably shouldn't quit like that, even if he is ahead, but it's more fun to see what Chuuya will do without manipulation at the moment. Manipulating a drunken Chuuya is overly easy, anyway.]
[Dazai really doesn't need to put any effort in. Especially when Chuuya is enjoying what he's doing anyway, and would happily do it even if he hadn't knocked his jaw into Dazai. He considers the question for a moment.]
A blowjob?
[He always wants to give Dazai blowjobs. But he's touching Dazai, so his mind is on sex.]
[These things are always pleasant, after all, and it will keep Chuuya distracted from causing further mayhem, with the pleasant side effect of keeping his mouth occupied. Well... Dazai thinks that, but Chuuya's yapping isn't even that unpleasant at the moment. Ah, the many benefits of alcohol! It's just a shame that it comes with so many risks, too.
Dazai does, then, belatedly run two fingers along Chuuya's jaw, making sure no serious damage was done under the guise of focusing his attention on Chuuya's mouth. Not that Dazai doesn't still do the latter as well. He can multitask!]
[If Dazai applies a bit of pressure, then Chuuya might wince, just slightly, more in surprise than because the pain actually bothers him. The fact that he reacted at all suggests it might bruise. Then again, with how quickly Chuuya's body heals, it might not.
Chuuya at least isn't worried. Dazai's distraction is working, and he parts his lips slightly, encouraging the attention. His tongue flicks out against the pad of Dazai's finger, before he leans forward, tries to catch it in his mouth, his movements not quite as smooth as normal, but even drunk this is something he's good at. He pushes himself up slightly, but only so he can change positions from awkwardly draped across Dazai's lap after his fall, to sitting between his legs, sideways, with his own legs across one of Dazai's thighs.]
So just that won't be enough?
[Makes sense. Dazai can have blowjobs from him almost whenever and wherever he wants, so no matter how amazing they are, they're fairly cheap.]
[Life is cheap, and yet people seem to appreciate it. A blowjob is really not that bad, in the grand scheme of things - nor, for that matter, is Chuuya messing with his fingers a bit.]
More interesting for whom? [Calling out your overly masochistic bullshit now, L O L.] For me? Or for you.
[It's not a no, mind you. But Dazai is still going to point out that he knows damn well what Chuuya is aiming for, even if it's not deliberate.]
[Calling him out like that is unfair when he's drunk, Dazai! Of course Chuuya wants more, he always does, but that doesn't mean he's not trying to please Dazai!]
For you?
[He is in no way pouting here. Even if Dazai is being a dick, as always, when he should just give Chuuya what he wants.]
[It's a pretty symbiotic sexual relationship that way. Dazai is definitely not complaining.]
It can be both.
[No harm in admitting that much. Dazai doubts that Chuuya will remember too many details about tonight, regardless of what Dazai says and does - but even if he does, that's fine. It's just another day of wrangling a naughty yet overly affectionate dog.
... Well... Dazai really does enjoy Chuuya being a bit more honest about his many masochistic desires - and being affectionate with Dazai of all people is a level of masochism all its own! - so tonight hasn't been a waste, regardless.]
Go on, then.
[Chuuya can just start, and Dazai will decide if and how he makes it "more interesting" as they go along.]
[Chuuya's expression goes from that definitely-not-a-pout to one that's openly pleased, just because Dazai is willing to admit it benefits them both. Get him drunk, and Chuuya is even more easy to read than normal.
And eager, too. His fingers are already finding Dazai's pants, getting them open, reaching inside. He leans in for a kiss at the same time, just because it's nice, and because he's wanted to, while his hand wraps around Dazai's cock, giving it a few lazy strokes once he's got it free. It's silky soft and familiar, so why would he ever choose to go home with anyone else.]
You should make me do this more.
[Pulling away from the kiss, he slides down so he's lying on his stomach on the futon, leaning on one elbow to hold himself slightly up. He keeps stroking Dazai's cock with his hand, starting off by licking across the head, though he's impatient for more of a taste.]
[Because clearly that is what it would mean, for them to do this more often. Chuuya is so needy, and Dazai is just letting him do all these things, altruistically. ... Well, all joking aside, perhaps there is a core of truth in that, for one reason alone: Dazai wouldn't enjoy this with anyone else. So clearly this is only halfway for Dazai's own benefit!
It really is kind of nice, though. He pets Chuuya's hair a little, letting Chuuya decide the pace. (Apart from anything else: Dazai doesn't feel like getting his dick vomited on!)]
[Chuuya has to lift his head a little to answer that, but it seems important, at least when he's this drunk.]
I like spoiling you.
[Maybe that's admitting too much, but he's in no state to worry about it at the moment. He's also never considered whether he'd like being spoiled. He likes attention. He likes praise. He doesn't like admitting how much he likes those things.
And he's quickly back on task, so he couldn't say any of that even if he wanted to. Maybe the blowjob is a bit sloppy compared to his normal level of skill, but it's still good. He's taking his time, at least at first, moaning softly at the taste, the feel, the intimacy. It won't take him long to get warmed up enough to take Dazai deeper. It also won't take him long before he's getting hard himself, shifting a little with how uncomfortable his tight pants are getting. He reaches down to get them open.]
[... Well, that makes Dazai feel a thing. He's not sure he likes that - he usually doesn't - but when Chuuya is drunk and overly honest, it doesn't quite feel right to resent him for causing feelings, either. Even Dazai knows that they're technically his own fault.
He finds he doesn't really mind, regardless. It's just a bit weird to be confronted with these things, even now, after all this time. But it's fine. It's actually kind of nice.
Dazai's body slowly but surely starts responding to Chuuya's attentions, and he lets it, his breaths deepening a little to accommodate the increased blood flow. He's otherwise silent, though: he's never seen the point in being loud. Besides, he needs his voice for other things! Like commenting on how Chuuya is opening his own pants.]
Already?
[He's not forbidding it - at least: not yet. He doubts that Chuuya will be able to hold himself back for long if and when he starts touching himself, though.]
[The problem with giving blowjobs is that he can't actually answer Dazai. Not without stopping, which he's obviously not going to do, now that he's really getting into it. So he just glances up at Dazai, makes a noise around the cock in his mouth, doing his best to communicate yes, already. Not because he wants to touch himself, but because his pants are too tight, and he needs them open. He has no intention of touching himself.
For now, at least. His impulse control is not very reliable when he's drunk. But right this second he's not.
But doing this has always turned him on. Maybe he really is the one being spoiled here. Though he's determined to make it good for Dazai, too. Chuuya takes proud in those small signs that he's enjoying it, those deepening breaths, the way his cock grows and hardens on his tongue, the taste of precum. And Chuuya sees no reason not to be loud, so he'll moan around his cock just to let him feel the vibrations of it, and to hopefully distract him from teasing Chuuya too much about getting needy too fast.]
[Dazai was definitely thinking ahead when it comes to Chuuya touching himself, if only because he's fairly convinced that the alcohol will swings things ever further away from any semblance of self-control - and frankly, Dazai doesn't even really mind it. He does demand to get his own climax first, of course, but apart from that, Chuuya touching himself would mean that he's basically doing Dazai's job for him.
Well... Chuuya is doing a pretty good job. And since he's drunk and unlikely to remember much in terms of details - at least not, Dazai hopes, with enough certainty to get annoying about it later - Dazai decides he can spoil Chuuya a little. If nothing else, it will help Dazai deal with his own ever-building pleasure somewhat. He can't make this too easy for Chuuya, can he?
Their respective positions don't lend well to dicking around (as it were), but Dazai can juuuust touch Chuuya if he really stretches out his arm, and the lightest of touches to Chuuya's erection is enough, anyway: that's exactly what Dazai wants to give him. There's no need to spoil Chuuya too much!]
[Chuuya's hips jerk towards Dazai's hand, letting out a whine when there's no increased stimulation. He does his best to twist his body without moving his head, curling himself up so that hopefully he'll be easier to reach, and Dazai will touch him more. But it's difficult when he can't sacrifice the quality of the blowjob.
He did get briefly distracted from it, but he tries to make up for it quickly, tongue working along the shaft before he starts to take Dazai deeper. Maybe if he does a good enough job, he'll get rewarded.
He still wants to touch himself, too. He's doing his best to resist. He has to swallow spit and precum, his throat muscles squeezing Dazai's cock as he does, before he moans again, deliberately, because he knows it will feel good, and because it's the only way he has of communicating and trying to ask for more.]
[Chuuya really is very good at this. It's quite an inconvenience, actually! Now Dazai has to decide how much he wants to drag this out, which normally might have been indefinitely, but he does want to come, himself. It's more convenient if Chuuya comes first, because then Dazai gets to complain about it, but if that's what Dazai wants, he'll have to put in some effort first, and he's rather enjoying coasting along like this. What to do, what to do~? Truly, one of life's greatest dicklemmas.
Dazai puts his free hand on Chuuya's head, petting his hair and gently encouraging his movements, but never controlling them. Well.... unlike Chuuya, Dazai can't and won't keep it up forever, and so he decides to bite the metaphorical bullet and touch Chuuya in earnest. It's still light at first, but the more effort Chuuya keeps putting in, the more Dazai will match that effort in his own way, from touching to rubbing to full-on stroking.
Okay, maybe he doesn't actually care which of them comes first. But admitting that makes the whole encounter feel kind of pointless, and so he insists on turning it into a not-at-all-serious game.]
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You're probably right.
[It's far too casual a lie, but then, Dazai is an expert at lying. Dazai could definitely carry Chuuya, if he really had to. But he doesn't have to, and he's not going to provoke Chuuya into trying to make him do it anyway. Chuuya is stubborn enough as it is; with alcohol to strengthen that even further, Dazai really doesn't want to deal with Chuuya's demands. (Unless they coincide with his own wants, of course!)
And so it's a fairly non-eventful walk to Dazai's apartment. Dazai has to let go of Chuuya to some degree to open the door, but hopefully Chuuya won't fall over. The fresh air may have done him some good, anyway.
After that... Well, Dazai should probably make Chuuya eat something, but that requires getting food. And he should probably get Chuuya to at least shower, but that takes effort, too! Far better to just be lazy together, really.]
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He finds some half-eaten snacks and claims them as his own, before opening a couple of drawers.]
You need more stuff.
[More stuff for Chuuya to go through, because clearly entertaining him while he's drunk is the purpose of decorating an apartment. But at least he's not trying to find himself any more booze to drink.
And he'll be very easy to guide away from snooping and over to wherever Dazai wants him instead, especially if physical contact is involved.]
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Chuuya can snoop a bit if he wants. Dazai certainly doesn't have anything of any real value (emotional or otherwise) at his place, and this way Chuuya can burn off some energy - for now, at least. Dazai should really at least get Chuuya to drink some water, but... effort. Dazai's just going to chill on top of his futon, which he definitely didn't put away.]
What stuff?
[He knows what Chuuya means, really. But he's still curious to hear what Chuuya will say.]
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[Flawless logic, clearly. How dare Dazai not have snoopable drawers. Though he's distracted from that disappointment by realizing what Dazai just did to the door. He has to go over to investigate that, too, though.]
Did you just kidnap me?
[His voice suggests that being kidnapped by Dazai sounds kinda fun, actually. But then, if he really wanted to escape, he could just go through the wall, so at best this would slow him down. But it does get his attention fully back on Dazai.
Maybe he'll join him on that futon.]
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Mhm.
[Definitely a kidnapping. Clearly so. When Chuuya looks at him, Dazai pats the spot on the futon next to him. Sit your ass down, you drunk mini mafia, you!]
What do you think I should ask for ransom?
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Maybe a new bed? Or a housekeeping service?
[Not what people usually demand in ransom letters, but details like that have never stopped Dazai. Chuuya walks over so he can sit down next to him as told, leaning a hand on Dazai's shoulder without thinking. Dazai's hair brushes against his knuckles.
Chuuya's balance is knocked out from under him and he falls the rest of the way, landing heavily into Dazai.]
Shit -- Didn't mean to --
[He rubs his jaw where he knocked it into Dazai's shoulder.]
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[Especially when it comes to the housekeeping service. But then, Dazai can probably just keep this place on until it gets to be too much of a mess, then move on elsewhere. That seems far more sensical.
Dazai should know better than to think he's ever on top of Chuuya and his mess-making abilities - in anything other than the literal sense, that is - but he's still not expecting quite so dramatic a fall when he thought he finally got Chuuya to calm down. Admittedly, Chuuya almost certainly got the worse end of the deal, since Dazai got off generally unharmed as he tried to catch Chuuya in his arms. He's still going to rub his shoulder like the manchild he is, though.]
Ow-ow-ow... Is this how you usually treat a generous host?!
[A "generous host" who has offered literally nothing so far, but whatever.]
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[Chuuya rubs his jaw for a second longer, but then tries to sit up to rub Dazai's shoulder for him. He's still basically draped over Dazai's lap, looking up at him, extra worried about having caused him pain when he's drunk.]
You didn't get hurt, right?
[He's just gonna try to shove Dazai's shirt aside to check.]
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How about you check to make sure? [Not that Chuuya needs telling, apparently.] Not all injuries are immediately obvious, after all.
[Which is a bullshit excuse in this situation, but not untrue, which is why Dazai keeps an eye on Chuuya's jaw just in case. He's not touching it just yet, though; he doesn't want to annoy Chuuya and derail his Dazai-discovery efforts.]
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Does that hurt?
[He glances at Dazai's face, to see if the touch is enough to make him wince. Although that's never a reliable gauge of Dazai's injuries - his reactions are based more on how much attention he wants, and he can be severely injured and not reacting at all. But knowing that fact makes no difference to Chuuya's drunken logic. He feels bad, and he wants to touch.]
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Mhm.
[He says that, but he doesn't even bother pretending to be injured anymore, having given up the act already. He probably shouldn't quit like that, even if he is ahead, but it's more fun to see what Chuuya will do without manipulation at the moment. Manipulating a drunken Chuuya is overly easy, anyway.]
How are you going to make it up to me?
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A blowjob?
[He always wants to give Dazai blowjobs. But he's touching Dazai, so his mind is on sex.]
Unless you want something different?
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[These things are always pleasant, after all, and it will keep Chuuya distracted from causing further mayhem, with the pleasant side effect of keeping his mouth occupied. Well... Dazai thinks that, but Chuuya's yapping isn't even that unpleasant at the moment. Ah, the many benefits of alcohol! It's just a shame that it comes with so many risks, too.
Dazai does, then, belatedly run two fingers along Chuuya's jaw, making sure no serious damage was done under the guise of focusing his attention on Chuuya's mouth. Not that Dazai doesn't still do the latter as well. He can multitask!]
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Chuuya at least isn't worried. Dazai's distraction is working, and he parts his lips slightly, encouraging the attention. His tongue flicks out against the pad of Dazai's finger, before he leans forward, tries to catch it in his mouth, his movements not quite as smooth as normal, but even drunk this is something he's good at. He pushes himself up slightly, but only so he can change positions from awkwardly draped across Dazai's lap after his fall, to sitting between his legs, sideways, with his own legs across one of Dazai's thighs.]
So just that won't be enough?
[Makes sense. Dazai can have blowjobs from him almost whenever and wherever he wants, so no matter how amazing they are, they're fairly cheap.]
What if I let you make it more interesting?
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More interesting for whom? [Calling out your overly masochistic bullshit now, L O L.] For me? Or for you.
[It's not a no, mind you. But Dazai is still going to point out that he knows damn well what Chuuya is aiming for, even if it's not deliberate.]
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For you?
[He is in no way pouting here. Even if Dazai is being a dick, as always, when he should just give Chuuya what he wants.]
It can't be both?
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It can be both.
[No harm in admitting that much. Dazai doubts that Chuuya will remember too many details about tonight, regardless of what Dazai says and does - but even if he does, that's fine. It's just another day of wrangling a naughty yet overly affectionate dog.
... Well... Dazai really does enjoy Chuuya being a bit more honest about his many masochistic desires - and being affectionate with Dazai of all people is a level of masochism all its own! - so tonight hasn't been a waste, regardless.]
Go on, then.
[Chuuya can just start, and Dazai will decide if and how he makes it "more interesting" as they go along.]
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And eager, too. His fingers are already finding Dazai's pants, getting them open, reaching inside. He leans in for a kiss at the same time, just because it's nice, and because he's wanted to, while his hand wraps around Dazai's cock, giving it a few lazy strokes once he's got it free. It's silky soft and familiar, so why would he ever choose to go home with anyone else.]
You should make me do this more.
[Pulling away from the kiss, he slides down so he's lying on his stomach on the futon, leaning on one elbow to hold himself slightly up. He keeps stroking Dazai's cock with his hand, starting off by licking across the head, though he's impatient for more of a taste.]
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[Because clearly that is what it would mean, for them to do this more often. Chuuya is so needy, and Dazai is just letting him do all these things, altruistically.
... Well, all joking aside, perhaps there is a core of truth in that, for one reason alone: Dazai wouldn't enjoy this with anyone else. So clearly this is only halfway for Dazai's own benefit!
It really is kind of nice, though. He pets Chuuya's hair a little, letting Chuuya decide the pace. (Apart from anything else: Dazai doesn't feel like getting his dick vomited on!)]
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I like spoiling you.
[Maybe that's admitting too much, but he's in no state to worry about it at the moment. He's also never considered whether he'd like being spoiled. He likes attention. He likes praise. He doesn't like admitting how much he likes those things.
And he's quickly back on task, so he couldn't say any of that even if he wanted to. Maybe the blowjob is a bit sloppy compared to his normal level of skill, but it's still good. He's taking his time, at least at first, moaning softly at the taste, the feel, the intimacy. It won't take him long to get warmed up enough to take Dazai deeper. It also won't take him long before he's getting hard himself, shifting a little with how uncomfortable his tight pants are getting. He reaches down to get them open.]
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He finds he doesn't really mind, regardless. It's just a bit weird to be confronted with these things, even now, after all this time. But it's fine. It's actually kind of nice.
Dazai's body slowly but surely starts responding to Chuuya's attentions, and he lets it, his breaths deepening a little to accommodate the increased blood flow. He's otherwise silent, though: he's never seen the point in being loud. Besides, he needs his voice for other things! Like commenting on how Chuuya is opening his own pants.]
Already?
[He's not forbidding it - at least: not yet. He doubts that Chuuya will be able to hold himself back for long if and when he starts touching himself, though.]
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For now, at least. His impulse control is not very reliable when he's drunk. But right this second he's not.
But doing this has always turned him on. Maybe he really is the one being spoiled here. Though he's determined to make it good for Dazai, too. Chuuya takes proud in those small signs that he's enjoying it, those deepening breaths, the way his cock grows and hardens on his tongue, the taste of precum. And Chuuya sees no reason not to be loud, so he'll moan around his cock just to let him feel the vibrations of it, and to hopefully distract him from teasing Chuuya too much about getting needy too fast.]
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Well... Chuuya is doing a pretty good job. And since he's drunk and unlikely to remember much in terms of details - at least not, Dazai hopes, with enough certainty to get annoying about it later - Dazai decides he can spoil Chuuya a little. If nothing else, it will help Dazai deal with his own ever-building pleasure somewhat. He can't make this too easy for Chuuya, can he?
Their respective positions don't lend well to dicking around (as it were), but Dazai can juuuust touch Chuuya if he really stretches out his arm, and the lightest of touches to Chuuya's erection is enough, anyway: that's exactly what Dazai wants to give him. There's no need to spoil Chuuya too much!]
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He did get briefly distracted from it, but he tries to make up for it quickly, tongue working along the shaft before he starts to take Dazai deeper. Maybe if he does a good enough job, he'll get rewarded.
He still wants to touch himself, too. He's doing his best to resist. He has to swallow spit and precum, his throat muscles squeezing Dazai's cock as he does, before he moans again, deliberately, because he knows it will feel good, and because it's the only way he has of communicating and trying to ask for more.]
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Dazai puts his free hand on Chuuya's head, petting his hair and gently encouraging his movements, but never controlling them. Well.... unlike Chuuya, Dazai can't and won't keep it up forever, and so he decides to bite the metaphorical bullet and touch Chuuya in earnest. It's still light at first, but the more effort Chuuya keeps putting in, the more Dazai will match that effort in his own way, from touching to rubbing to full-on stroking.
Okay, maybe he doesn't actually care which of them comes first. But admitting that makes the whole encounter feel kind of pointless, and so he insists on turning it into a not-at-all-serious game.]
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