[Awwwwwwww look at the cute murderpuppy!! He's so adorable, Dazai could die. (And he still kinda hopes he does. But he supposes that death will come, whether he hurries it along or not.)
Given that he definitely heard Chuuya's confession, Dazai leaves his lazy leaning position to catch up with Chuuya - not exactly difficult, considering the circumstances.]
Chuuya...
[Dazai isn't going to try to stop Chuuya, but he does put a hand on his head, gently stroking it. Really, Chuuya has proven that he could beat the escape room, even with the special handicaps that Dazai put in place. It's fine; he doesn't have to go through the formalities of actually finishing the rest of the required actions, unless he really, really wants to.]
You've proven yourself already. Rather than escaping... how about spending a few more minutes locked up, hmm?
[It seems a shame not to use that cross, after all. And, hey, it's a lot closer to where they are than the next step of the escape room solution is! So it would even save Chuuya some oversensitive steps!!
Dazai is not going to insist, though: they can always finish up the game here, and see about continuing their other game at home. The choice is Chuuya's. Dazai has already acknowledged Chuuya's accomplishments, regardless.]
[Dazai wouldn't have needed to do anything more to stop Chuuya. He's immediately pausing, leaning his head into Dazai's hand, and then, because it feels natural - even though these things should never feel natural to him - turns and just fully leans his body into Dazai's. He'd be embarrassed if he actually thought about it, but his brain is wiped.
And he likes the sound of Dazai's voice. It's not a tone he uses very often at all.]
So that was your plan.
[Chuuya is assuming he would have ended up trapped again one way or another, if Dazai wanted him to be. But this does sound like he's somehow earned himself a reprieve. Except that Dazai's offer is for him to keep torturing Chuuya, so can he really call it a reprieve?
Well. A softening of his sentence, maybe. And giving in to him would feel good. Torture feels different when he's fully submitting.
He really doesn't want to keep thinking.]
Let me guess, with at least one camera pointed straight at me? [Another thing he doesn't want to think about.] -- Fine. My legs won't hold me up much longer, there's no way I'd actually get away.
[Well, well... It seems like Dazai has done an even better job of softening up Chuuya than he thought! So much the better. He puts a careful arm around Chuuya at the leaning, just in case. Maybe Dazai can't offer much in the way of real, actual physical support, but it's the thought that counts!
The cross was hardly Dazai's one and only plan, or even the most important one, but it was a plan, and a nicely aesthetic one at that. It's even better when Chuuya is relatively malleable, and all Dazai really needs to do is fuck him. The fact that the arm and leg cuffs will help keep Chuuya up is just a bonus.]
Of course this is getting filmed. [There are heavy undertones of DUH in his voice, before Dazai switches moods again.] But... this part, nobody else gets to see.
[He's not necessarily letting anyone see any of the rest, either, honestly. But he will make a hard promise for this part, anyway!
It's only a few steps to the cross, but Dazai lets Chuuya take his time with it, holding and encouraging him, but not forcing him ahead. Then it's just a matter of grabbing Chuuya's wrists, one by one, and slowly lifting them up towards the cuffs. Again, Dazai isn't forcing anything; with some imagination, one might think he is making Chuuya do everything himself. There's only the gentlest of guidance.]
[Chuuya can push himself to keep going for a long time, if he has to. He probably could have now, too. But he has permission not to, he has permission to let go, and so it didn't matter how stubborn he can be. It had been an incredibly easy flip to switch.
He hadn't wanted to escape. He'd wanted this. He'd wanted to keep working hard until he was given this. He allows Dazai to guide him where he wants him, enjoying the arm around him, even if it's not exactly holding him up.]
Do I even want to know how often you've filmed things?
[Probably not. Chuuya steps up onto the small footrests meant to hold him in place as he's been strapped in, and raises his arms up above his head. Even those movements feel too sensitive now.]
Should just let you get some bigger toys like this for the apartment, so you don't have to do this to me in public.
[He knows that's not why they're doing it in public.]
Should I share my password with you so you can see for yourself?
[... He's probably kidding. Probably. Honestly, it's not like he often goes back to what photos and recordings he does have, because there's little point: that's just second-hand enjoyment at best, and he can have the real deal if and when he wants it, for the most part.
But he probably does have a thing or two. You never know when it comes in handy!]
Mhm. Too bad your cellar is filled with wine.
[You could have had a sex dungeon, Chuuya! Your priorities are absurd. :/
With Chuuya's hands locked in, Dazai is free to slide Chuuya's pants down, putting in the half-assed effort of getting one leg out of them. That's all he needs for full access, after all! Chuuya can just deal with standing there with one leg fully clothed, and the other naked and without a shoe. Dazai gives Chuuya's ass a light pat.]
I definitely don't want to actually watch any of it.
[He's not sure if watching it after the fact would be just as humiliating as experiencing it - or maybe even more so. He'd probably be more embarrassed seeing his own actions after Dazai has worn him down enough to make him give in. The way he needs touch and praise so much. The way he'd do almost anything to get it. The way he just wants to curl up into Dazai afterwards.
But it's not like he's worried about that now - because Dazai already has him at that stage. He starts to kick off the other shoe, but when Dazai tells him to spread, he's immediately obeying instead.]
There's the dojo.
[Or the spare bedroom he turned into a dojo/home gym, since he doesn't actually use it that much. He usually works out elsewhere.]
[With Chuuya's legs spread, it's easy to lock those into place as well, so Dazai crouches in order to do just that, wrapping the padded cuffs around Chuuya's ankles before strapping them in. In retrospect, the fact that this cross is of reasonable quality should have been a sure sign that it was not just a prop - but then, it's not difficult to make things seem worse than they are. Chuuya does tend to expect quality, anyway.]
So there is. Let's consider redecorating it later, hmm?
[They are a little bit occupied at the moment, after all. Not that Dazai minds if they keep talking about their future sex dungeon, but he enjoys it when Chuuya is incapable of thinking (in even his usual, weird ways, that is!), so he means to take advantage of how far he's gotten Chuuya at the moment.
Straightening himself, he pushes against the plug, then starts playing with it, pulling it back a little before letting it go back in.]
[It's weird, the way being restrained by Dazai makes him feel. His feet don't have a lot to stand on, and there's a sensation that he could tip over, if he shifted his weight wrong. He knows the cuffs would hold him up, but he's not used to feeling unbalanced at all, and he has to remind himself not to overcompensate.
Not that he'll have much control over his own actions for long. Dazai only has to toy with that plug for a second, and Chuuya's body is already jerking, overstimulated and tired, the spark of pleasure a little too much this soon. Chuuya moans - except it's a little too high pitched to really call it a moan.]
Shit. It's been like five minutes.
[He did sign up for being tortured. It could be worse - Dazai could have forced even more orgasms out of him.]
[Is that a complaint? It sure sounds like a complaint! And Dazai thought he was supposed to throw a dog a bone... Tsk tsk.]
Should I give you some more time, then?
[Like, if Chuuya really wants to drag things out even longer, they can! Because Dazai is a kind and compassionate partner that way.
Or a fucker who has no problem with torturing Chuuya even longer, but, yanno... Details. Dazai continues toying with the plug regardless, almost pensively. At least he's not touching Chuuya's dick yet! ... Or maybe that's not actually a good thing.]
[Chuuya's body actually jerks again in response to those words. That's not what he meant, Dazai knows that, the bastard. But Dazai never said anything about how long Chuuya would be strapped to this cross, either.]
No. I can take it. I'll take whatever you want me to.
[For Dazai. It wasn't just true earlier.
His dick isn't actually hard again yet, but that says nothing about how much this is getting to Chuuya. It will get there. His body trembles, and his mind is so close to giving in, to forgetting about everything that isn't Dazai, even forgetting about where they are and the cameras in the room. It's a buzzing, electric feeling that just wipes out everything else. He wants it.
It doesn't stop his body from trying to squirm away from the stimulation when Dazai keeps teasing, but then it's not like it will get him anywhere.]
[Perhaps Chuuya's only bit of good fortune here - apart from the orgasms, that is - is that Dazai is lazy by nature, and unlikely to drag this out very much longer. But then, Dazai knows exactly how long he does need to drag things out for maximum effect, so let's not get too hopeful yet! He pulls the plug almost all the way out before letting it pull back in a bit, stretching Chuuya as much as he can without stopping the torture.]
Good boy.
[With that, he pulls the plug out. It's about time for him to have some physical funtime, too.]
[Chuuya always tries to predict the pattern when Dazai plays with a toy inside him like that, and Dazai never sticks to any pattern at all. Chuuya stutters out a moan and tries to clench around the plug, tries to control the stimulation, because if he knows what's coming it's less overwhelming. But the second he's used to the feeling, Dazai is pulling it out, and Chuuya is left feeling incredibly empty and completely vulnerable.
But at least now he knows what's coming. And he's definitely looking forward to it. No matter how many times Dazai has made him come, it wouldn't feel right if he didn't also fuck Chuuya in the end, even when he's at the point where he can't take any more at all.
But he can take a little bit more still. And that praise immediately makes his dick try to stand up again. He has a feeling this will feel good in the way that hurts.]
[As he teases Chuuya, Dazai frees himself from his pants too, giving himself a few strokes with his spare hand to get properly hard. (Clearly he deserves it more than Chuuya, anyway!)]
Tut-tut. No barking, now.
[He really shouldn't fuck Chuuya anymore after that, but un(?)fortunately Dazai is too aroused, now, to bother holding himself back. To his ever-lasting but long-accepted regret, he wants this too.
Still holding the plug, he prods one of Chuuya's ass cheeks with the tip of it by way of "punishment" - not that it actually hurts, or anything remotely close to it, but it's something to do, and hopefully it will get Chuuya wondering if Dazai is just going to reinsert the plug. He might, after all. You really never know for sure.
But he doesn't. With Chuuya spread out for him, and with the cross to keep Chuuya in place, it's not difficult for Dazai to push himself right inside with minimal guidance or other effort.]
[At least Chuuya is smart enough to shut up at that warning. He doesn't want to, he wants to say whatever it will take to get Dazai's cock in him, he'll beg for it if he has to. And for a second he's worried he won't get it. He feels the plug, braces himself for being tortured even longer, bites the insides of his cheeks to remind himself to stay quiet.
Well, not quiet. Dazai pushes in without warning, and Chuuya groans, a mixture of pain and pleasure and then relief. Out of habit he tries to angle his body to make it better for Dazai, but restrained like this there's nothing he can do except take it. His legs shift. His hands try to find something to hold onto for leverage.
He feels like he might lose his balance if he keeps trying. He drops his head forward, frustrated, desperate, needy, obvious from the sounds he's making. He really can't stay quiet for a second.]
[Thankfully, Dazai doesn't care if Chuuya is noisy or not. This isn't the usual loud-mouthed racket, after all: these sounds are much better - and more embarrassing for Chuuya, which clearly levels them up even further. Carelessly tossing the plug aside, where it bounces awkwardly against some would-be evidence, Dazai grabs hold of Chuuya's hips, making it easier to thrust in more forcefully.
When he eventually reaches around to stroke Chuuya's dick, it's not out of the goodness of his heart, or for Chuuya's benefit at all for that matter: Dazai just wants to feel what it will do to Chuuya on the inside. It's really only for himself that he's doing it.]
[Dazai's thrust keep knocking him off balance, making him feel like he's gonna fall any second now. It's a weird feeling. He's not used to it. It doesn't matter that he knows the cuffs will hold him up. It's making his adrenaline spike as he desperately tries to shift his weight, only for the next thrust to immediately push him off balance again. Dazai can probably feel the way his muscles are working.
And those efforts are entirely futile. No matter what he does, he's hanging there for Dazai to use.
It's making everything else more intense, too. The pain from overstimulation, the pleasure from being fucked, from the humiliation of everything Dazai has set up here. His entire body is feeling it. And he's completely unprepared for Dazai actually touching him on top of it all. He yells out, body jerking like he's not sure if he wants more or to pull away. His ass clenches and unclenches around Dazai's dick, repeatedly, fully losing control of himself now, everything happening on instinct.]
[And that is exactly how Chuuya should be: the best way for him to be out of control. Violence has its uses, and Dazai doesn't mind Chuuya losing his shit that way either, the rare times it happens (as long as it's not aimed at him!), but this, he feels, is Chuuya in his purest form. And the beauty of it is, Dazai is convinced that he's the only one who can truly get Chuuya into this state. (When he thinks about it, he can only acknowledge that the reverse is also true. But this is neither the time nor the place for such thoughts.)
As much as Dazai loves to tease and drag things out, the time for that has long since gone: this is when he can finally take advantage of everything he's set up before, a brief and perfectly satisfying end to a highly entertaining game. With Chuuya spasming around him, all but vibrating, it only takes a few more thrusts before Dazai is spilling himself with an unceremoniously grunty moan.]
[Chuuya would be horrified at the noises he's making, except he's not aware of them at all. They escape with every thrust, every movement, desperate and loud. It almost sounds something like sobbing, except he's not capable of that. He's probably capable of that.
His own orgasm feels like it's right there, somehow both close and out of reach at the same time. It's building under Dazai's hand, except he's exhausted, his body is exhausted, not ready. And trying to force himself over the edge just makes it slip further out of reach. The frustration of it is almost too much. But Dazai's orgasm feels good. He feels the slight change in Dazai's movements, and then that heat inside of him, barely catches that moan over his own noises.
[There's a blessed split second of nothing at all on Dazai's mind after he climaxes, but nothing good ever lasts, and they're not done here just yet, it seems. He leans into Chuuya's ear for a whisper, more because Dazai is out of breath than for effect.]
Such a needy dog...
[It's not really disapproving, but he gives Chuuya's ear a quick nip anyway.
He could just leave Chuuya hanging, but he'd rather finish this properly, and so he holds his position inside of Chuuya, jerking him off with a bit more dedication. He sucks at Chuuya's neck while he's at it. He was supposed to be a vampire, after all.]
[Chuuya only groans in response. His head falls to the side, exposing his neck more, and he swears he can feel those sharp plastic vampire teeth catch on his skin. But he's not thinking about it. He's just feeling. It's all painful pleasure, and he's chasing that pain, because he needs the relief of falling over that edge.
His muscles are twitching now, tensing and relaxing, like every signal is being mixed up. He's sounding more and more strained, sobs or moans, it doesn't matter. He squeezes his eyes shut. And then it's there. His body jerks even harder, and he's coming, almost nothing left to spill over Dazai's hand, but the pleasure is there, overwhelming, leaving him blank and exhausted and even more overwhelmed than before.]
[There's a good dog~! Dazai slows his hand, but doesn't quite stop moving it, making sure to drag every last bit of pleasure out of Chuuya - and definitely toying with him just enough to tickle at the boundaries of overstimulation, though he doesn't deliberately trample all over those. It's just nice to have Chuuya fall apart under his touch. Of course Dazai enjoys getting off himself, too, but this is much more pleasant, really.
He stays there for a few moments longer, even after he stops moving. It's nice to enjoy the moment like this.
So of course he has to ruin it after a while.]
... Well, that was fun! [He pulls out and pulls back, taking about two seconds to clean himself up before tucking himself in again.] We should do it again sometime.
[He saunters towards the exit. Byeeee~!
It's fine, he won't really leave Chuuya all tied up there, probably. (Okay, definitely not.) But he can pretend he might, just to be a dick.]
[He's long past the boundaries of overstimulation. He's has three orgasms, his nerves are vibrating, and when Dazai keeps teasing he groans and sobs, muscles spasming all over again. His body is beyond his control now. Even his eyes are watering, though it's hard to tell the way it's all mixing with his sweat.
It would almost be a relief when Dazai pulls away, except that Chuuya still needs to be close. There's a few seconds before he realizes that Dazai is actually moving away, and a few more for his brain to catch up. He'll definitely be embarrassed later about the way he just whined.]
Da- Dazai?!
[He's out of breath here, give him a moment. And forming words isn't easy when his brain was just turned to goo.]
Where are you -- Dazai. Don't leave!
[He could break himself free, but that hasn't occurred to him yet.]
[Dazai stops, almost reluctantly, and with a sigh that is soft and entirely too sincere. In spite of himself, and in spite of knowing exactly what to expect, Chuuya's reaction makes him feel something shockingly close to guilty. Wasn't he just playing Chuuya? Now, somehow, it feels like he was playing himself.
Oh, well... In his own, weird way, he is committed to this sorta-kinda-almost relationship. He supposes that that is something he's been honest about a while now, even though it always seems to catch up with him in not-entirely-pleasant ways when he stops thinking about it. (It's new to him, alright?! Give him a break!)
Awkward not-quite-self-pity done, he turns around and returns to the cross.]
If you're going to make me carry you home, you owe me one.
[He's still not saying he won't do it, clearly. But he'd rather get Chuuya home some slightly less embarrassing (for Dazai!) way.
Or not. He really doesn't care. Regardless, he starts getting Chuuya free.]
[Chuuya is breaking one of their unspoken rules, the long established dynamic of Dazai being a dick and Chuuya reacting. He was supposed to get angry, and then Dazai gets to taunt him, and everything goes back to normal between them. Except Chuuya's brain currently feels like it's somewhere on the floor, and all he's capable of right now is need.
Besides, "normal" has changed a lot for the two of them, hasn't it?
Maybe all of that will hit Chuuya as well, sometime later - Dazai's not the only one who occasionally panics when thinking about it. But now he's just relieved when Dazai returns, trying to lean into him before he's even free, which means that when he is, he immediately starts to topple over, and then he's tripping over the pants still dangling from just one leg. His weight hits Dazai hard.]
Shit-- Wait--
[He throws out his hands to try to grab onto the cross, but either Dazai catches him, or he's falling on his ass.]
[To be fair, even Dazai wasn't really expecting Chuuya to get angry at that point - not after everything Dazai just put Chuuya through. And, if that's the case, why did Dazai even act the way he did in the first place? He knew this was the only possible outcome!
Oh, well... Maybe there's some merit in confirming to himself that he genuinely can't just leave Chuuya anymore. Though part of him wishes he still had the option, even without intending to actually take said option.
It's hard not to feel like an idiot with feelings getting in the way of everything, especially when it results in Chuuya almost falling over, and Dazai making a grab to prevent that from happening - which is successful in pulling Chuuya close, or possibly pulling himself close to Chuuya instead, depending on how you look at it. Dazai isn't the strongest, after all, and the impact has him staggering until his back roughly hits the first obstacle it encounters. Ouch.
You better not have elbowed his dick in the process, is all he's saying. Though anything else is fair game.]
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Given that he definitely heard Chuuya's confession, Dazai leaves his lazy leaning position to catch up with Chuuya - not exactly difficult, considering the circumstances.]
Chuuya...
[Dazai isn't going to try to stop Chuuya, but he does put a hand on his head, gently stroking it. Really, Chuuya has proven that he could beat the escape room, even with the special handicaps that Dazai put in place. It's fine; he doesn't have to go through the formalities of actually finishing the rest of the required actions, unless he really, really wants to.]
You've proven yourself already. Rather than escaping... how about spending a few more minutes locked up, hmm?
[It seems a shame not to use that cross, after all. And, hey, it's a lot closer to where they are than the next step of the escape room solution is! So it would even save Chuuya some oversensitive steps!!
Dazai is not going to insist, though: they can always finish up the game here, and see about continuing their other game at home. The choice is Chuuya's. Dazai has already acknowledged Chuuya's accomplishments, regardless.]
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And he likes the sound of Dazai's voice. It's not a tone he uses very often at all.]
So that was your plan.
[Chuuya is assuming he would have ended up trapped again one way or another, if Dazai wanted him to be. But this does sound like he's somehow earned himself a reprieve. Except that Dazai's offer is for him to keep torturing Chuuya, so can he really call it a reprieve?
Well. A softening of his sentence, maybe. And giving in to him would feel good. Torture feels different when he's fully submitting.
He really doesn't want to keep thinking.]
Let me guess, with at least one camera pointed straight at me? [Another thing he doesn't want to think about.] -- Fine. My legs won't hold me up much longer, there's no way I'd actually get away.
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The cross was hardly Dazai's one and only plan, or even the most important one, but it was a plan, and a nicely aesthetic one at that. It's even better when Chuuya is relatively malleable, and all Dazai really needs to do is fuck him. The fact that the arm and leg cuffs will help keep Chuuya up is just a bonus.]
Of course this is getting filmed. [There are heavy undertones of DUH in his voice, before Dazai switches moods again.] But... this part, nobody else gets to see.
[He's not necessarily letting anyone see any of the rest, either, honestly. But he will make a hard promise for this part, anyway!
It's only a few steps to the cross, but Dazai lets Chuuya take his time with it, holding and encouraging him, but not forcing him ahead. Then it's just a matter of grabbing Chuuya's wrists, one by one, and slowly lifting them up towards the cuffs. Again, Dazai isn't forcing anything; with some imagination, one might think he is making Chuuya do everything himself. There's only the gentlest of guidance.]
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He hadn't wanted to escape. He'd wanted this. He'd wanted to keep working hard until he was given this. He allows Dazai to guide him where he wants him, enjoying the arm around him, even if it's not exactly holding him up.]
Do I even want to know how often you've filmed things?
[Probably not. Chuuya steps up onto the small footrests meant to hold him in place as he's been strapped in, and raises his arms up above his head. Even those movements feel too sensitive now.]
Should just let you get some bigger toys like this for the apartment, so you don't have to do this to me in public.
[He knows that's not why they're doing it in public.]
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[... He's probably kidding. Probably. Honestly, it's not like he often goes back to what photos and recordings he does have, because there's little point: that's just second-hand enjoyment at best, and he can have the real deal if and when he wants it, for the most part.
But he probably does have a thing or two. You never know when it comes in handy!]
Mhm. Too bad your cellar is filled with wine.
[You could have had a sex dungeon, Chuuya! Your priorities are absurd. :/
With Chuuya's hands locked in, Dazai is free to slide Chuuya's pants down, putting in the half-assed effort of getting one leg out of them. That's all he needs for full access, after all! Chuuya can just deal with standing there with one leg fully clothed, and the other naked and without a shoe. Dazai gives Chuuya's ass a light pat.]
Spread.
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[He's not sure if watching it after the fact would be just as humiliating as experiencing it - or maybe even more so. He'd probably be more embarrassed seeing his own actions after Dazai has worn him down enough to make him give in. The way he needs touch and praise so much. The way he'd do almost anything to get it. The way he just wants to curl up into Dazai afterwards.
But it's not like he's worried about that now - because Dazai already has him at that stage. He starts to kick off the other shoe, but when Dazai tells him to spread, he's immediately obeying instead.]
There's the dojo.
[Or the spare bedroom he turned into a dojo/home gym, since he doesn't actually use it that much. He usually works out elsewhere.]
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So there is. Let's consider redecorating it later, hmm?
[They are a little bit occupied at the moment, after all. Not that Dazai minds if they keep talking about their future sex dungeon, but he enjoys it when Chuuya is incapable of thinking (in even his usual, weird ways, that is!), so he means to take advantage of how far he's gotten Chuuya at the moment.
Straightening himself, he pushes against the plug, then starts playing with it, pulling it back a little before letting it go back in.]
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Not that he'll have much control over his own actions for long. Dazai only has to toy with that plug for a second, and Chuuya's body is already jerking, overstimulated and tired, the spark of pleasure a little too much this soon. Chuuya moans - except it's a little too high pitched to really call it a moan.]
Shit. It's been like five minutes.
[He did sign up for being tortured. It could be worse - Dazai could have forced even more orgasms out of him.]
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Should I give you some more time, then?
[Like, if Chuuya really wants to drag things out even longer, they can! Because Dazai is a kind and compassionate partner that way.
Or a fucker who has no problem with torturing Chuuya even longer, but, yanno... Details. Dazai continues toying with the plug regardless, almost pensively. At least he's not touching Chuuya's dick
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No. I can take it. I'll take whatever you want me to.
[For Dazai. It wasn't just true earlier.
His dick isn't actually hard again yet, but that says nothing about how much this is getting to Chuuya. It will get there. His body trembles, and his mind is so close to giving in, to forgetting about everything that isn't Dazai, even forgetting about where they are and the cameras in the room. It's a buzzing, electric feeling that just wipes out everything else. He wants it.
It doesn't stop his body from trying to squirm away from the stimulation when Dazai keeps teasing, but then it's not like it will get him anywhere.]
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Good boy.
[With that, he pulls the plug out. It's about time for him to have some physical funtime, too.]
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But at least now he knows what's coming. And he's definitely looking forward to it. No matter how many times Dazai has made him come, it wouldn't feel right if he didn't also fuck Chuuya in the end, even when he's at the point where he can't take any more at all.
But he can take a little bit more still. And that praise immediately makes his dick try to stand up again. He has a feeling this will feel good in the way that hurts.]
Could be better. Come on.
[Don't leave him feeling empty.]
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Tut-tut. No barking, now.
[He really shouldn't fuck Chuuya anymore after that, but un(?)fortunately Dazai is too aroused, now, to bother holding himself back. To his ever-lasting but long-accepted regret, he wants this too.
Still holding the plug, he prods one of Chuuya's ass cheeks with the tip of it by way of "punishment" - not that it actually hurts, or anything remotely close to it, but it's something to do, and hopefully it will get Chuuya wondering if Dazai is just going to reinsert the plug. He might, after all. You really never know for sure.
But he doesn't. With Chuuya spread out for him, and with the cross to keep Chuuya in place, it's not difficult for Dazai to push himself right inside with minimal guidance or other effort.]
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Well, not quiet. Dazai pushes in without warning, and Chuuya groans, a mixture of pain and pleasure and then relief. Out of habit he tries to angle his body to make it better for Dazai, but restrained like this there's nothing he can do except take it. His legs shift. His hands try to find something to hold onto for leverage.
He feels like he might lose his balance if he keeps trying. He drops his head forward, frustrated, desperate, needy, obvious from the sounds he's making. He really can't stay quiet for a second.]
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When he eventually reaches around to stroke Chuuya's dick, it's not out of the goodness of his heart, or for Chuuya's benefit at all for that matter: Dazai just wants to feel what it will do to Chuuya on the inside. It's really only for himself that he's doing it.]
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And those efforts are entirely futile. No matter what he does, he's hanging there for Dazai to use.
It's making everything else more intense, too. The pain from overstimulation, the pleasure from being fucked, from the humiliation of everything Dazai has set up here. His entire body is feeling it. And he's completely unprepared for Dazai actually touching him on top of it all. He yells out, body jerking like he's not sure if he wants more or to pull away. His ass clenches and unclenches around Dazai's dick, repeatedly, fully losing control of himself now, everything happening on instinct.]
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As much as Dazai loves to tease and drag things out, the time for that has long since gone: this is when he can finally take advantage of everything he's set up before, a brief and perfectly satisfying end to a highly entertaining game. With Chuuya spasming around him, all but vibrating, it only takes a few more thrusts before Dazai is spilling himself with an unceremoniously grunty moan.]
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His own orgasm feels like it's right there, somehow both close and out of reach at the same time. It's building under Dazai's hand, except he's exhausted, his body is exhausted, not ready. And trying to force himself over the edge just makes it slip further out of reach. The frustration of it is almost too much. But Dazai's orgasm feels good. He feels the slight change in Dazai's movements, and then that heat inside of him, barely catches that moan over his own noises.
It feels too damn good to be used.]
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Such a needy dog...
[It's not really disapproving, but he gives Chuuya's ear a quick nip anyway.
He could just leave Chuuya hanging, but he'd rather finish this properly, and so he holds his position inside of Chuuya, jerking him off with a bit more dedication. He sucks at Chuuya's neck while he's at it. He was supposed to be a vampire, after all.]
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His muscles are twitching now, tensing and relaxing, like every signal is being mixed up. He's sounding more and more strained, sobs or moans, it doesn't matter. He squeezes his eyes shut. And then it's there. His body jerks even harder, and he's coming, almost nothing left to spill over Dazai's hand, but the pleasure is there, overwhelming, leaving him blank and exhausted and even more overwhelmed than before.]
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He stays there for a few moments longer, even after he stops moving. It's nice to enjoy the moment like this.
So of course he has to ruin it after a while.]
... Well, that was fun! [He pulls out and pulls back, taking about two seconds to clean himself up before tucking himself in again.] We should do it again sometime.
[He saunters towards the exit. Byeeee~!
It's fine, he won't really leave Chuuya all tied up there, probably. (Okay, definitely not.) But he can pretend he might, just to be a dick.]
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It would almost be a relief when Dazai pulls away, except that Chuuya still needs to be close. There's a few seconds before he realizes that Dazai is actually moving away, and a few more for his brain to catch up. He'll definitely be embarrassed later about the way he just whined.]
Da- Dazai?!
[He's out of breath here, give him a moment. And forming words isn't easy when his brain was just turned to goo.]
Where are you -- Dazai. Don't leave!
[He could break himself free, but that hasn't occurred to him yet.]
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Oh, well... In his own, weird way, he is committed to this sorta-kinda-almost relationship. He supposes that that is something he's been honest about a while now, even though it always seems to catch up with him in not-entirely-pleasant ways when he stops thinking about it. (It's new to him, alright?! Give him a break!)
Awkward not-quite-self-pity done, he turns around and returns to the cross.]
If you're going to make me carry you home, you owe me one.
[He's still not saying he won't do it, clearly. But he'd rather get Chuuya home some slightly less embarrassing (for Dazai!) way.
Or not. He really doesn't care. Regardless, he starts getting Chuuya free.]
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Besides, "normal" has changed a lot for the two of them, hasn't it?
Maybe all of that will hit Chuuya as well, sometime later - Dazai's not the only one who occasionally panics when thinking about it. But now he's just relieved when Dazai returns, trying to lean into him before he's even free, which means that when he is, he immediately starts to topple over, and then he's tripping over the pants still dangling from just one leg. His weight hits Dazai hard.]
Shit-- Wait--
[He throws out his hands to try to grab onto the cross, but either Dazai catches him, or he's falling on his ass.]
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Oh, well... Maybe there's some merit in confirming to himself that he genuinely can't just leave Chuuya anymore. Though part of him wishes he still had the option, even without intending to actually take said option.
It's hard not to feel like an idiot with feelings getting in the way of everything, especially when it results in Chuuya almost falling over, and Dazai making a grab to prevent that from happening - which is successful in pulling Chuuya close, or possibly pulling himself close to Chuuya instead, depending on how you look at it. Dazai isn't the strongest, after all, and the impact has him staggering until his back roughly hits the first obstacle it encounters. Ouch.
You better not have elbowed his dick in the process, is all he's saying. Though anything else is fair game.]
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