[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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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.