[Chuuya's lack of self-control extends to holding back his own orgasm as well. Normally he would prefer making sure Dazai gets his climax before him, but there was never any hope of that today, not with how good Dazai's hand feels on him. Chuuya's attention slips as his hips jerk, his mouth and tongue going slack around Dazai's cock, before he forces himself back to his task. He's always taking this task seriously.
But his control slips again, and then again as his pleasure builds, and he can't help it, he's already spilling over Dazai's hands, moaning helplessly, everything happening too fast like this. He's forgetting to breathe through his nose, and then he nearly chokes on Dazai's cock, panting around it, drooling.
His body is jerking like he's not sure what to do, or like he really has no control over it anymore. But he has a job to do. He tries to force Dazai's cock down his throat like he's worried he might not be allowed to finish it.]
[Dazai could decide that Chuuya is not allowed to finish the job, but that would currently be worse for Dazai than it would be for Chuuya, and Dazai is still enjoying this, even though he is absolutely keeping the knowledge that Chuuya now owes him in the forefront of his mind. The physical aspects are one reason why Dazai wants the blowjob to continue, of course, but the way Chuuya - Chuuya of all people! - becomes a mindless little cum vacuum is extremely satisfying, too. It figures that one of the things that Dazai manages to feel something like happy about is the one thing that is, no matter how you look at it, only marginally if at all under his control. Chuuya is choosing this.
But Dazai supposes he can't complain. It's only a few more moments before he's coming - and then he does push Chuuya's head down onto himself, holding it there for a few seconds as he climaxes. It's not nearly as cruel as he could be, so clearly Chuuya should be grateful.
Letting go so Chuuya can recover, Dazai sits there, panting, and stares at his cum-stained hand.]
... Bad dog.
[He should probably say that a lot more sternly, but he doesn't quite have it in him.]
[This time he does choke, throat muscles trying to resist the intrusion, reflex wanting Chuuya to fight back and pull off. His muscles spasm around Dazai's cock. His eyes are watering. His hands hover over the floor making jerking little movements as Chuuya forces himself to let this happen. It's all he can do from this position.
Dazai spills down his throat, deep enough that Chuuya doesn't even have to swallow. And then he can pull back, coughing and gasping for air.]
Didn't --
[Wait, he can't talk yet. He wipes at his eyes, then his mouth, still panting. But once he has at least some control of his breathing, he'll lick Dazai's dick clean for him.]
Didn't tell me I couldn't.
[Didn't tell him he could, either. And he knew better. He just lost control.]
[Honestly, Dazai doesn't care at all that Chuuya came, or even that Chuuya came before him. It's an easy thing to hold over Chuuya's head, though. (Admittedly, given how short Chuuya is, most things go over his head!)]
Didn't tell you you could, either.
[Yup. You know the score, Chuuya. Still, Dazai isn't mad or anything. He'll just hold out his dirtied hand, fully expecting Chuuya to clean up his mess when he recovers a bit. Meanwhile, Dazai is just going to admire the sight of a somewhat-destroyed-and-seriously-messed-up chibi. Abstract art is the best, after all.]
Tut-tut... Whatever shall I do with you?
[Well, his only real goal was keeping a drunk Chuuya off the streets, and maybe exhausting him a little. In that respect, his work is already done.]
[Even drunk, he hadn't actually expected that excuse to work. But it's not like he always needs permission to come, either. Sure, Dazai has denied him in the past, but any rules he comes up with are likely to change on a whim, and Chuuya can't think of a single one Dazai has bothered to enforce for all that long. Except maybe "no biting," but that's different.
Actually - "no arguing" is another one, which is why Chuuya won't actually say any of that right now. That, and he's too drunk and tired and feels too good after his orgasm, and he doesn't want to ruin it. He weirdly likes when Dazai is demanding, too. Chuuya takes his hand and carefully licks it clean for him.]
Do it tomorrow?
[Whatever it is that Dazai decides needs to be done, that is. Because he's been successfully worn out and just wants to sleep.]
"Usually" isn't "never". I need to keep you on your toes, after all.
[And not just by holding things out of reach! But nah, Dazai isn't really planning any punishment at the moment. Even his voice is more bored than gleeful at the idea. It's not a guarantee that he won't, but right now, he sees no reason to. They both got what they wanted, and he doubts that Chuuya will even remember much of this in the morning.
Somehow, Dazai feels rather relaxed about it all. His still-clean hand pets Chuuya's hair a little, the shadow of a smile on his lips. They're already on the futon, and Dazai really can't be bothered cleaning up more than Chuuya has already done. Everything can, indeed, wait until tomorrow.]
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But his control slips again, and then again as his pleasure builds, and he can't help it, he's already spilling over Dazai's hands, moaning helplessly, everything happening too fast like this. He's forgetting to breathe through his nose, and then he nearly chokes on Dazai's cock, panting around it, drooling.
His body is jerking like he's not sure what to do, or like he really has no control over it anymore. But he has a job to do. He tries to force Dazai's cock down his throat like he's worried he might not be allowed to finish it.]
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But Dazai supposes he can't complain. It's only a few more moments before he's coming - and then he does push Chuuya's head down onto himself, holding it there for a few seconds as he climaxes. It's not nearly as cruel as he could be, so clearly Chuuya should be grateful.
Letting go so Chuuya can recover, Dazai sits there, panting, and stares at his cum-stained hand.]
... Bad dog.
[He should probably say that a lot more sternly, but he doesn't quite have it in him.]
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Dazai spills down his throat, deep enough that Chuuya doesn't even have to swallow. And then he can pull back, coughing and gasping for air.]
Didn't --
[Wait, he can't talk yet. He wipes at his eyes, then his mouth, still panting. But once he has at least some control of his breathing, he'll lick Dazai's dick clean for him.]
Didn't tell me I couldn't.
[Didn't tell him he could, either. And he knew better. He just lost control.]
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Didn't tell you you could, either.
[Yup. You know the score, Chuuya. Still, Dazai isn't mad or anything. He'll just hold out his dirtied hand, fully expecting Chuuya to clean up his mess when he recovers a bit. Meanwhile, Dazai is just going to admire the sight of a somewhat-destroyed-and-seriously-messed-up chibi. Abstract art is the best, after all.]
Tut-tut... Whatever shall I do with you?
[Well, his only real goal was keeping a drunk Chuuya off the streets, and maybe exhausting him a little. In that respect, his work is already done.]
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Actually - "no arguing" is another one, which is why Chuuya won't actually say any of that right now. That, and he's too drunk and tired and feels too good after his orgasm, and he doesn't want to ruin it. He weirdly likes when Dazai is demanding, too. Chuuya takes his hand and carefully licks it clean for him.]
Do it tomorrow?
[Whatever it is that Dazai decides needs to be done, that is. Because he's been successfully worn out and just wants to sleep.]
You don't usually bother to punish me.
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[And not just by holding things out of reach! But nah, Dazai isn't really planning any punishment at the moment. Even his voice is more bored than gleeful at the idea. It's not a guarantee that he won't, but right now, he sees no reason to. They both got what they wanted, and he doubts that Chuuya will even remember much of this in the morning.
Somehow, Dazai feels rather relaxed about it all. His still-clean hand pets Chuuya's hair a little, the shadow of a smile on his lips. They're already on the futon, and Dazai really can't be bothered cleaning up more than Chuuya has already done. Everything can, indeed, wait until tomorrow.]
Let's sleep first.