[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.]
[With Chuuya trying to grab onto the cross for balance, there's minimal elbowing, but twice the stumbling until they're both stopped by Dazai's impact with whatever is behind him. Chuuya needs a few moments longer than usual to feel like he's standing steady, and then he can turn towards Dazai.]
You okay?
[He sounds honestly worried, and he's too wiped to make any effort at hiding it. Balance is supposed to be his strength, though, so it always feels like his fault when something like this happens, whether or not it really is. He reaches around Dazai to feel his back, to check for any injuries, and the fact that it puts them even closer together is definitely a bonus.]
[Wow, ow, don't touch where he just hurt himself?!?! But Dazai doesn't feel like admitting he was hurt at all when Chuuya is being so cute. He's just going to keep the bruise covered in bandages for a while, it's fine.]
Is that something you need to ask an immortal vampire~?
[Ah well, there are definitely worse things than being pressed together like this. Even though they should probably get themselves home for a shower and some lounging in bed and/or on the couch.
Time like this, Dazai is pretty annoyed that he doesn't have a teleportation ability. Imagine the trouble it would save him!]
[A shower and some lounging in bed would be perfect. Chuuya really needs to get another TV to keep in the bedroom, so they can watch movies in there without having to carry the thing from room to room. Not that he's not capable of carrying it if he has to.
But he's not thinking about that now. He's not even sure the scene is over, because Dazai hasn't told him any differently yet. He keeps leaning into him, but after a moment he stops trying to feel for any injuries down Dazai's back, and instead just stays like that, close, arms loosely wrapped around him.]
Good. If I couldn't defeat you, you can't be defeated by furniture.
[He definitely sounds like talking is a struggle still, like he can't really focus enough for it. His brain is drowning in endorphins. He really just wants to float on everything that he's feeling, and let Dazai control what happens to him and what those feelings and sensations should be. Nothing but Dazai matters at all.]
[Forget the talking: the logic there is Chuuya's biggest flaw by far! But then, that's nothing new...]
Not unless it's turned into a stake!
[By rights, a chair leg or something should be able to kill his vampire self. Theoretically. It's an interesting thing to think about for a moment, but that's all it is, and Dazai quickly abandons even the hypotheticals.
Ugh... He really doesn't feel like moving. But, even though they could probably stay here, even for just relaxing, it wouldn't be nearly as comfortable as Chuuya's place. Dazai gives Chuuya's butt a light pat.]
My werewolf... should get himself cleaned up, and rested. And probably hydrated.
[Clearly Dazai's logic was lacking, too! Besides, Dazai's not allowed to be defeated by anyone else, that's the rule, and it's the one rule he better actually follow.
But Chuuya is just as quick to abandon that train of (lack of) thought. Whenever Dazai pats his butt, that usually means he wants him to move in some way, but Chuuya really doesn't want to move away. He does do a quick glance around the room, though, because he doesn't want to actually disobey right now.]
Can't really do that here.
[So there's clearly nothing he can do here! Well, no, he knows he has to get dressed, and he knows he's being needy, and... Okay, he'll pull back, just a little, but doesn't immediately bend down to get his pants on. His legs feel like they're made of boiled noodles.]
Was it good?
[Gotta get the important questions out of the way, too. He doesn't mean just the sex, but the whole thing. Did Chuuya do everything Dazai wanted him to?]
[Wow, Chuuya, you're not allowed to be funny?! But, just this once, Dazai will allow it. He chuckles.]
That's true, too!
[Next time, Dazai should chew Chuuya's noodle-legs to see if they're fully cooked yet. Oh, well.]
What do you think?
[He phrases it as an actual, genuine question, but the answer is not really what he's looking for. He's making a point! Dazai isn't the one who decides whether their playtime was good or not; they were both involved.]
[That chuckle feels like a victory. It's still his job to please Dazai, after all, and right now it's all Chuuya wants. It will take a while to come out of that mindset. Which is why the question surprises him, making him look up at Dazai again.]
Yeah. Of course. I mean -
[Trying to explain why would demand too many words from him right now. He tries for a second, but that only makes him remember what exactly it was that they did here, the cage, the cameras. He glances up at where he thinks one is as he realizes he's still half naked and being filmed, and there has to be at least one camera getting him from behind right now.]
I can - feel your cum slipping out of me.
[He squeezes his ass like that will hold it in, and leans down to try to get his underwear on. He's blushing again. But it makes him feel owned in all the right ways.]
[And that is the good thing about all this? That is?!
Dazai can't help but consider Chuuya's words something of a non sequitur (even if that's not necessarily true), and he has to try very hard not to laugh out loud. Oh well... It's no surprise if Chuuya is a bit out of it after everything they did. As Chuuya leans down, Dazai holds a hand up above him, just so Chuuya is automatically in the perfect position for headpats when he straightens himself again.]
[It's not what made this good, but it is a good thing. It's just another detail to make him feel owned. But Chuuya wouldn't be able to explain what made all of this good if he tried, and Dazai is right in assuming that it's something of a non-sequitur. It's hard to keep a train of thought beyond needing and wanting and feeling.
He managed to get his underwear and pants untangled enough to at least get his feet into them, but when he straightens up and hits Dazai's hand, he stumbles again at the loss of gravity. But this time it's just two small steps and he's falling against Dazai, with no risk of either of them actually falling over.]
Mmm.
[It's a soft agreement, because he'd really just go along with anything Dazai suggested right now.]
[Dazai catches Chuuya effortlessly this time - well, it helps that he doesn't need a lot of muscle power for it - but he can't help a slightly surprised expression at Chuuya's declaration. (It's fine; Chuuya won't remember it!)]
Are you sure you will survive being plugged up again?
[And walk - or even sit in a cab?! Chuuya can hardly manage to stay on his feet as it is! Dazai isn't entirely sure Chuuya would manage to get home with the plug back in.
He doesn't want to carry you, Chuuya! :( Don't make him carry you the entire way!! :((( (Eh, he'll do it if he has to, really. He's just going to whine about it later, just on principle.)]
[Chuuya actually considers that question seriously - or as seriously as his muddled brain is capable of at the moment.]
Don't know.
[Normally he'd never be willing to admit to any potential weakness, like not being able to handle something. But one aspect of this is letting his guard down completely for Dazai - one side-effect is more honesty than he'd normally be comfortable with, but wouldn't question now. It feels good. Submission feels good.]
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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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You okay?
[He sounds honestly worried, and he's too wiped to make any effort at hiding it. Balance is supposed to be his strength, though, so it always feels like his fault when something like this happens, whether or not it really is. He reaches around Dazai to feel his back, to check for any injuries, and the fact that it puts them even closer together is definitely a bonus.]
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Is that something you need to ask an immortal vampire~?
[Ah well, there are definitely worse things than being pressed together like this. Even though they should probably get themselves home for a shower and some lounging in bed and/or on the couch.
Time like this, Dazai is pretty annoyed that he doesn't have a teleportation ability. Imagine the trouble it would save him!]
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But he's not thinking about that now. He's not even sure the scene is over, because Dazai hasn't told him any differently yet. He keeps leaning into him, but after a moment he stops trying to feel for any injuries down Dazai's back, and instead just stays like that, close, arms loosely wrapped around him.]
Good. If I couldn't defeat you, you can't be defeated by furniture.
[He definitely sounds like talking is a struggle still, like he can't really focus enough for it. His brain is drowning in endorphins. He really just wants to float on everything that he's feeling, and let Dazai control what happens to him and what those feelings and sensations should be. Nothing but Dazai matters at all.]
Can do what you want with your werewolf.
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Not unless it's turned into a stake!
[By rights, a chair leg or something should be able to kill his vampire self. Theoretically. It's an interesting thing to think about for a moment, but that's all it is, and Dazai quickly abandons even the hypotheticals.
Ugh... He really doesn't feel like moving. But, even though they could probably stay here, even for just relaxing, it wouldn't be nearly as comfortable as Chuuya's place. Dazai gives Chuuya's butt a light pat.]
My werewolf... should get himself cleaned up, and rested. And probably hydrated.
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[Clearly Dazai's logic was lacking, too! Besides, Dazai's not allowed to be defeated by anyone else, that's the rule, and it's the one rule he better actually follow.
But Chuuya is just as quick to abandon that train of (lack of) thought. Whenever Dazai pats his butt, that usually means he wants him to move in some way, but Chuuya really doesn't want to move away. He does do a quick glance around the room, though, because he doesn't want to actually disobey right now.]
Can't really do that here.
[So there's clearly nothing he can do here! Well, no, he knows he has to get dressed, and he knows he's being needy, and... Okay, he'll pull back, just a little, but doesn't immediately bend down to get his pants on. His legs feel like they're made of boiled noodles.]
Was it good?
[Gotta get the important questions out of the way, too. He doesn't mean just the sex, but the whole thing. Did Chuuya do everything Dazai wanted him to?]
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That's true, too!
[Next time, Dazai should chew Chuuya's noodle-legs to see if they're fully cooked yet. Oh, well.]
What do you think?
[He phrases it as an actual, genuine question, but the answer is not really what he's looking for. He's making a point! Dazai isn't the one who decides whether their playtime was good or not; they were both involved.]
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Yeah. Of course. I mean -
[Trying to explain why would demand too many words from him right now. He tries for a second, but that only makes him remember what exactly it was that they did here, the cage, the cameras. He glances up at where he thinks one is as he realizes he's still half naked and being filmed, and there has to be at least one camera getting him from behind right now.]
I can - feel your cum slipping out of me.
[He squeezes his ass like that will hold it in, and leans down to try to get his underwear on. He's blushing again. But it makes him feel owned in all the right ways.]
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Dazai can't help but consider Chuuya's words something of a non sequitur (even if that's not necessarily true), and he has to try very hard not to laugh out loud. Oh well... It's no surprise if Chuuya is a bit out of it after everything they did. As Chuuya leans down, Dazai holds a hand up above him, just so Chuuya is automatically in the perfect position for headpats when he straightens himself again.]
Time for a shower, hmm?
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He managed to get his underwear and pants untangled enough to at least get his feet into them, but when he straightens up and hits Dazai's hand, he stumbles again at the loss of gravity. But this time it's just two small steps and he's falling against Dazai, with no risk of either of them actually falling over.]
Mmm.
[It's a soft agreement, because he'd really just go along with anything Dazai suggested right now.]
Should keep me plugged up until we get home.
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Are you sure you will survive being plugged up again?
[And walk - or even sit in a cab?! Chuuya can hardly manage to stay on his feet as it is! Dazai isn't entirely sure Chuuya would manage to get home with the plug back in.
He doesn't want to carry you, Chuuya! :( Don't make him carry you the entire way!! :((( (Eh, he'll do it if he has to, really. He's just going to whine about it later, just on principle.)]
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Don't know.
[Normally he'd never be willing to admit to any potential weakness, like not being able to handle something. But one aspect of this is letting his guard down completely for Dazai - one side-effect is more honesty than he'd normally be comfortable with, but wouldn't question now. It feels good. Submission feels good.]
But don't wanna stop being yours.
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