[Chuuya was thinking more about the power dynamic it implied, but the compliment Dazai just gave him is definitely a better explanation. He'll stretch a little just to show off his body, before wrapping an arm back around Dazai's neck.]
You say that as if I don't.
[Which is always a bit embarrassing to admit, for some reason, but obviously he thinks Dazai is hot. Obviously he wants to see. And touch. Actually, couldn't he technically interpret that as permission to strip Dazai at least a little?
[Well then, far be it from Dazai to ruin Chuuya's fun! ... Except when he feels like it, but he's not really in that kind of mood at the moment. So, sure, let Chuuya undress him a bit, if he wants. It's not like Dazai doesn't know he's generally considered attractive. It's still a bit weird to have Chuuya of all people say that, though. It seems to unrelated to their dynamic, even though it does normally play into these relationship things.
Oh well, best not to think about it too much. Dazai certainly doesn't object to Chuuya thinking he's hot, so!
Of course Dazai doesn't bother helping Chuuya unbutton his shirt, though he won't fight Chuuya if he wants to take it off afterwards. But if this is what Chuuya wants, clearly Chuuya should be the one to do it! Dazai is just going to distract him with neck kisses in the meantime. (A man's gotta entertain himself somehow!)]
[Chuuya doesn't need or even want Dazai's help with his shirt. It's a chance to touch him a little more, slide his hands down his chest as he undoes the buttons. It would be a little bit easier if he wasn't being distracted by Dazai kissing his neck, especially since that leaves almost no space between them for Chuuya's hands, but he's not about to back down from a challenge. He'll just shove his hands in there to make things more difficult for Dazai instead.]
I could just rip your shirt.
[Not that he wants Dazai to stop kissing his neck. It feels good. It's making goosebumps rise across his skin. But the buttons are fiddly, and now that Chuuya isn't the one teasing, he's a little more impatient.]
[It's nice, making out like this. Dazai doesn't think he is nearly as impatient about it all as Chuuya, but that's probably not entirely true. He's certainly a little breathy when he comments, noncommittally:]
You could.
[If Chuuya wants to rip his shirt, let him! Dazai doesn't really care. For one thing: he's enjoying kissing Chuuya's neck too much to stop. For another: if Chuuya rips his shirt, that's a good excuse to make Chuuya buy him new clothes sometime. It's clearly a win-win situation!
To underline his point (such as it is), he sucks hard on Chuuya's skin, intending to leave a mark, or to provoke him a little, or both.]
[Dazai's not the only one getting breathy. Chuuya might be even more so, especially as his skin starts to feel more sensitive from the way Dazai is so determined to leave behind a bruise. He has to remind himself to stay focused and not just let himself get wrecked, even though it would be so easy. And he doesn't even mind if it would make Dazai too smug.
He fumbles a couple more buttons, his hands trapped between their chests, making the simple task impossible. But that might as well have been permission from Dazai. He gets a grip and then pulls hard, feeling that satisfying pop of buttons coming loose, dropping down in between them. And then he's quickly pushing the now ruined shirt off Dazai's shoulders.]
Clearly bad quality anyway.
[That's his excuse and he's sticking to it.
Chuuya still can't feel much skin as he wraps his arms around Dazai's back again, but even with those annoying bandages, that's at least one less layer between them. And there's a part of Dazai's stomach that's bare, pressed against his own, warm skin against skin enough to make him feel a little bit dizzy with want.
So he can't resist. Dazai is the one who started provoking him, anyway. Chuuya finds that matching section of exposed skin on Dazai's back and sharply drags his nails across it, leaving a line of marks of his own. They might be less visible than the bruise on his neck, but it's definitely no less possessive.]
[Dazai breathes a soft laugh at the (entirely correct) appraisal of his clothing, but that laugh interrupts what he's doing, and so he "punishes" Chuuya for that by lightly biting the skin he just sucked. It's really surprisingly gentle, especially for Dazai, but then, it's punishment in name only. It is Dazai's own fault for allowing Chuuya to amuse him, anyway.]
Buy me better, then.
[Not that he really needs Chuuya's permission: he absolutely will use Chuuya's funds, whether Chuuya wants him to or not, because that is what Dazai has decided now. Maybe he'll change his mind. Maybe he doesn't actually care either way. Maybe he's only talking because it gives the illusion of control - and it's remarkable how often that comes in handy.
But first thing's first. Dazai hisses as Chuuya scratches him.]
Bad kitty.
[Yes, Chuuya is his dog - but clearly he's a cat, too, if only in the "bottom" sense of the word, so Dazai feels he has the right to expand their pet repertoire. Bunny boy Chuuya would be funny too, but that's probably more of a gap moe thing.
He squeezes Chuuya's butt a little harder than necessary, but it's mostly to get him to lift his hips. It's about time they get this going properly - ideally before Dazai turns into more of a human scratching post! (Well... he'll live, regardless.)]
[It won't even register to Chuuya that Dazai is punishing him - not when he does it in these small ways. A bite is never a deterrent, and he's just enjoying the attention, enjoying the fact that Dazai is leaving a visible mark, even though he knows he probably shouldn't. It's not exactly professional to have a hickey, but that's something he can worry about later.]
I can do that.
[He will happily buy Dazai some new shirts. That means he gets to see him in them. And it's a small price to pay for getting to touch more skin, something that he's definitely planning to take advantage of. He decides to get in the way of what Dazai is doing a little more, and leans down to press a few kisses to his shoulder.
But he's never sure how to react to all the different animals Dazai accuses him of being.]
I'm not dressing as a cat for you, either.
[And clearly this is an excuse to ignore the fact that Dazai called him bad. He has no regrets about scratching him. He will lift his hips up, though.]
[To be fair, "punishment" is rather a big word for something that Dazai considers mostly in his head. When there's real punishment involved, Chuuya will know - but then, is there ever, really? This is all just fun and games, and a little imaginary ego-protection. Has it ever really been more serious punishment than that?
Chuuya can protest all he wants; Dazai has already had him as his dog, and he'll have him as his maid sometime too. (Think about your French not-actual-heritage, Chuuya!!) A cat or other animals aren't all that high on the list of desired dress-ups, but that's not to say that Dazai won't have a go at them at some point. Variety is the spice of life, after all! (... Oh wait, he doesn't actually like spicy food. That explains a lot!)]
Shhh, less hissing... more kissing!
[You don't have to be a cat, but don't be a pussy, gosh!!
With Chuuya lifting his hips, Dazai can line himself up, more or less maneuvering Chuuya into position - not that he needs to, but let's pretend this is a team effort while he can be bothered with any effort at all. He won't push in once they're pressed together though, because you know what? He does actually want to kiss. And so he will. The rest can wait just a little bit - unless Chuuya can't.]
[No, it's never that serious when Dazai "punishes" him. At most it's a little more teasing, a little more humiliation, both of which Dazai might have decided to do to him anyway. Neither of them really want Chuuya to change his behavior, not really. Because that would ruin the game for next time.
And objecting to the costumes is definitely part of the game. After already agreeing to be Dazai's dog, dressing as a cat definitely isn't a big deal, and acting as a dog is definitely the more humiliating of the two. Which is probably why Dazai prefers it.
(And maybe it's one of the reasons why Chuuya prefers it.)
Chuuya doesn't answer, because kissing definitely seems like a better idea. He just makes a satisfied hum, presses a little closer, and lets Dazai move him however he wants. He can't help the way feeling Dazai's cock brushing against his ass gets him immediately more excited. The lack of prep or lube doesn't worry him, because he can take it, and he wants this now.
But he doesn't push down. He knows he could, he hasn't been told not to, but as much as he loves to tease and challenge Dazai, he wants to be good, too. Or to prove that he can. He holds himself still, but the tension in his body reveals just how needy he is - that, and the little noises he makes as they kiss.]
[It's always cute when Chuuya holds back - or tries to, or pretends to. Much like his humiliation kink, it suggests a sense of shame that suits Chuuya's normal personality extremely poorly, but that's why Dazai enjoys it. Maybe he appreciates the gap moe. Maybe he just enjoys exploiting this rare but glaring weakness; he's never been above taking an easy way out.
Interrupting their kiss comes at a cost, and Dazai does it with - he's somewhat surprised to notice in himself - a considerable sense of reluctance. It can't be helped though: he has something to say.]
Do it, Chuuya.
[Not only is it always nice to have Chuuya do the work (as in every other aspect of life!), but, if Chuuya does start things off, Dazai can reward him by thrusting up into him the last little bit of the way. He can practically feel Chuuya's reaction already!]
[There's no hesitation now that Chuuya has permission. He reaches down to grasp Dazai's cock, holding it steady, and then - slowly, slowly, since it's going on dry - starts to lower himself down. He can feel the head pushing against his hole, feeling like it's gonna be way too big, but then it pops inside. Chuuya stutters out a breath.
It's a lot easier now that the head is in, but Chuuya still takes it slowly, little up and down movements to give himself time to adjust, sinking onto Dazai's cock bit by bit. He's holding onto Dazai's shoulders - clinging to him, really.
And then Dazai thrusts up without warning. Chuuya shudders, his weight falling forward into Dazai like he needs the support. He groans.]
Yeah. Like that.
[They can't always do it dry, even Chuuya would be too sore, but right now it feels so good. It hurts and it feels so good.]
[And that is why! Making Chuuya sore is not only satisfying, in a petty way, but it also gives Dazai some reprieve while Chuuya recovers. Oh sure, he enjoys fucking Chuuya, but they've been doing it a lot, and not everyone is an energizer-bunny (made to actual size)!
It's pretty nice to have Chuuya take it slow while it lasts, actually, but Dazai can't let himself get too distracted when he has a punchline (thrust-line??) to get to. After that, it's fairly easy going, but Dazai finds himself thirsty for more anyway, which is a problem when he already has everything he wants right here in his hands. And yet it's not the gaping hole he usually experiences in life, but more like an onsen, eternally welling up with nigh-excessive warmth.
(Should he compare Chuuya to a geyser out loud at some point? With the way Chuuya comes, maybe he should. (Maybe only after coming a few times, though. It will be good to say, but Dazai doesn't necessarily want to deal with Chuuya's reaction. Must wear him out first!))
Maybe if he kisses Chuuya again, he won't have to think too much about it. He's even going to keep thrusting up into Chuuya a bit, because he's feeling lovingsome kind of way generous.]
[Chuuya is more than willing to do most of the work, with Dazai's thrusts feeling like a punctuation, forcing moans out of Chuuya. He'll match his movements to those thrusts, which means taking it slower than he normally would, but letting Dazai set the pace feels natural. Or maybe it's because he's already feeling sore from this. But he can't admit to a weakness like that.
He groans a little louder as Dazai kisses him again, desperate, needy, more than happy to stop thinking and just feel. He's not sure why it's all so different these days. Even when it's fairly vanilla. It's making him feel something more, and it makes him want to claw his way inside Dazai's skin, or maybe the other way around, anything to get Dazai that much deeper.
He wants him. He wants this. His nails are digging into Dazai's back, though the bandages stop him from leaving any more marks.
He wonders if Dazai knows how tempted Chuuya is to just give in and say yes to his ideas. It's taking a lot to hold it all back, especially with the things Dazai keeps saying, making his heart nearly explode.]
[A slow pace is surprisingly nice, and not like the quick grab of whatever-he-wants that Dazai might normally prefer - though he does enjoy playing with his metaphorical food. That's probably the only reason why he's enjoying this the way he is.
... No, all right, he does know he loves Chuuya. He wouldn't even deny it in public, probably - and yet, when he's arguing with himself, for some reason the excuses keep on coming, the way they always have. What does that even say about him? (That he needs to stop asking those question, that's what it says!!)
He really should take advantage of the situation, and get Chuuya to do something extra absurd before either of them climaxes and the best opportunity will have passed, but Dazai just can't bring himself to turn this into more of a game than it's already been. He's enjoying himself; he's enjoying being with Chuuya, in more than just the physical sense. Maybe that's enough.
... Or maybe he can at least mess with Chuuya's dick a little bit. It could be framed as an act of kindness, but he'll have you know, he's only doing it because it feels nice on the inside!]
[Chuuya's body shudders as Dazai reaches for his dick. He's been trying to hold it together, and while he's someone who can get hard fast, who can orgasm within minutes, it's not like he can't last longer. But Dazai knows exactly how to touch him to make any self-control fall apart.
He groans and holds on a little tighter, stubbornly keeping that slow pace. It's tempting to push through the pain and speed up to get himself off, but he'll focus on making it good for Dazai instead, rolling his hips with the movement as he rides him.]
Tell me when.
[He only needs to break the kiss for a second to say that. But he'll hold it together for as long as Dazai wants him to. Probably. Unless Dazai keeps touching him in that way, because then he might come apart a lot sooner than planned.]
[It's tempting to keep torturing Chuuya, really, but having Chuuya listen to him is also nice, and in the end Dazai leans slightly more towards the satisfaction of the second option. If nothing else, it will make him feel more in control, in spite of the way Chuuya is making him feel - or less not in control, by comparison.
When, indeed? He resumes the kiss as soon as possible, trying to push down the irrational urge to consume Chuuya altogether. Give him a second, he'll answer soon enough.]
Ten...
[That's not much of an answer in itself, and he doesn't fully stop touching Chuuya's dick either, though he keeps his touches light and teasing rather than anymore more serious.]
Nine...
[Yup, he's just going to count down, very slowly. And he's probably going to get a bit more dedicated to stroking Chuuya off as time progresses. It would be no fun to make it too easy, after all.]
[Chuuya catches on almost immediately, and then groans - no, it's definitely more of a whine - when regret hits just a split second after that again. He shouldn't have asked, he brought this on himself, he... doesn't really regret it.
But the slow countdown makes the waiting almost impossible. Each number somehow doubles how needy he's feeling, but he holds it back (tries to), because now he wants to get the timing right, too. Not too early, not too late. It might be impossible. Dazai speeds up his hand, and without thinking Chuuya speeds up his hips to match, only for the increased intensity to hit him with a shudder. He's gonna end up making this challenge impossible for himself.
No, he's gonna do it. He's determined. He'll prove that he can.]
[What if Dazai just starts counting in reverse for a bit? If he does it before he gets to the three-two-one part of it all, maybe Chuuya won't really notice..?
No, nevermind... Dazai does want to come as well, and the benefit of Chuuya speeding things up on his end (so to speak) tempts Dazai to not slow things down too much, lest he miss his own perfect peak of pleasure. He's still not going to be fast about it though, because it's fun to make Chuuya suffer a bit. And once Dazai gets to three, he starts getting a lot more serious about stroking Chuuya off during it all.
Will Chuuya manage, or will he not~? ... Well, Dazai doesn't actually care, since Dazai wins either way.]
[Chuuya was definitely expecting Dazai to do something like count backwards, or start adding in decimals once he got closer to the end. He was trying to pay attention just to make sure he wouldn't miss it if he did, though focus is a struggle, thinking about anything other than pleasure is close to impossible. He just wants this. But the game was his idea (technically), so he'll do it right. Or try to.
But maybe the relief when Dazai doesn't fuck with him more is a bit too much. It makes him relax, let his guard down, because the pleasure was getting too intense anyway, he's so close, and it feels so good. And then Dazai starts moving his hand in just the right way.
Chuuya's hips stutter in their movement. There's a second where he's not in control, before he tries to force himself back on track, pushes himself back down on Dazai's dick, feels it slide in deep --
He comes on two. He groans against Dazai's mouth, spilling all over his hand, shuddering, his ass spasming around him, squeezing tight.]
[And there he goes~! Dazai vaguely notices that Chuuya doesn't quite make it to zero, but he doesn't care at the moment, because Chuuya coming definitely prompts Dazai to come too, giving a few particularly enthusiastic thrusts against Chuuya's clenching, because clearly that is the only logical response to that kind of thing - that, or he's facing Chuuya on Chuuya's own terms, which is best not thought about too deeply.
Kissing becomes messy, but Dazai tries to keep it going to some sloppy degree, keeping their mouths close. When he's stopped moving, and the overwhelming sensations of his climax start to fade a little, Dazai sucks on Chuuya's lip for a bit, because that seems to make sense, while also not taking too much effort. Good times.
... He really should point out that Chuuya didn't survive his countdown, but, meh... Somehow, it doesn't seem as important right now.]
[Nothing seems important right now other than the moment. Chuuya can feel his body slumping slightly as the orgasm has drained every bit of tension out of him, everything except the lingering traces of pleasure. He stays close, tilts his head so Dazai can still reach his lips, but he's leaning into Dazai to hold himself up, because he otherwise couldn't be bothered. Sitting means he doesn't have to pull off yet, though. That part is nice.
He lets out a soft hum as Dazai sucks on his lip. That feels good, too. His eyes fell closed at some point, and now he's just enjoying the moment, the sensations, the fact that there's nothing here to worry about, everything feels right.
He knows that Dazai might point out that he came too soon. If not now, then maybe later, maybe a week from now, or even a month. The bastard does like to save up ammunition just so he can time his use of it perfectly. But on the other hand, he knows that Dazai doesn't actually care. He probably prefers when Chuuya fails. Maybe it makes no sense, but it's why Dazai is a rare person who can actually make Chuuya relax, much as he also riles him up.]
You... [That single word is more fond than he usually allows himself to be.] Feels good.
[He's not talking about anything specific. Just the moment. Just them.]
[Dazai will absolutely file the fact that Chuuya did not quite make it down to the count away for use at some as yet undecided point in the future, but for now, he doesn't care about it. (... To be fair: he does have many other such points of Chuuya's "failing" that he can use whenever he feels like it! This particular one will come in handy to give Chuuya another, perhaps more sincere sexual challenge eventually, no doubt.)]
M-hm...
[It does feel good. He feels good. For once, he doesn't even mind putting in the effort to remain seated while supporting Chuuya, because, well... it honestly doesn't feel like effort, somehow.]
... Let's stay like this the rest of the day?
[That's definitely going to be both impractical and downright impossible, but he doesn't want to move. (Hey, he put in some actual effort just now! He deserves to rest!!)]
[It's definitely not realistic. It's gonna get sticky and sore and uncomfortable. But Chuuya isn't thinking about that now, because why should he, when he's comfortable right now. They can always tip sideways to lie down on the couch if it becomes an issue. Or go take a bath together, which would still allow them to stay close. But for now, moving isn't worth it.
Apparently it is possible to get Chuuya to want to be lazy.]
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You say that as if I don't.
[Which is always a bit embarrassing to admit, for some reason, but obviously he thinks Dazai is hot. Obviously he wants to see. And touch. Actually, couldn't he technically interpret that as permission to strip Dazai at least a little?
He'll start unbuttoning his shirt for him, then.]
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Oh well, best not to think about it too much. Dazai certainly doesn't object to Chuuya thinking he's hot, so!
Of course Dazai doesn't bother helping Chuuya unbutton his shirt, though he won't fight Chuuya if he wants to take it off afterwards. But if this is what Chuuya wants, clearly Chuuya should be the one to do it! Dazai is just going to distract him with neck kisses in the meantime. (A man's gotta entertain himself somehow!)]
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I could just rip your shirt.
[Not that he wants Dazai to stop kissing his neck. It feels good. It's making goosebumps rise across his skin. But the buttons are fiddly, and now that Chuuya isn't the one teasing, he's a little more impatient.]
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You could.
[If Chuuya wants to rip his shirt, let him! Dazai doesn't really care. For one thing: he's enjoying kissing Chuuya's neck too much to stop. For another: if Chuuya rips his shirt, that's a good excuse to make Chuuya buy him new clothes sometime. It's clearly a win-win situation!
To underline his point (such as it is), he sucks hard on Chuuya's skin, intending to leave a mark, or to provoke him a little, or both.]
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He fumbles a couple more buttons, his hands trapped between their chests, making the simple task impossible. But that might as well have been permission from Dazai. He gets a grip and then pulls hard, feeling that satisfying pop of buttons coming loose, dropping down in between them. And then he's quickly pushing the now ruined shirt off Dazai's shoulders.]
Clearly bad quality anyway.
[That's his excuse and he's sticking to it.
Chuuya still can't feel much skin as he wraps his arms around Dazai's back again, but even with those annoying bandages, that's at least one less layer between them. And there's a part of Dazai's stomach that's bare, pressed against his own, warm skin against skin enough to make him feel a little bit dizzy with want.
So he can't resist. Dazai is the one who started provoking him, anyway. Chuuya finds that matching section of exposed skin on Dazai's back and sharply drags his nails across it, leaving a line of marks of his own. They might be less visible than the bruise on his neck, but it's definitely no less possessive.]
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Buy me better, then.
[Not that he really needs Chuuya's permission: he absolutely will use Chuuya's funds, whether Chuuya wants him to or not, because that is what Dazai has decided now. Maybe he'll change his mind. Maybe he doesn't actually care either way. Maybe he's only talking because it gives the illusion of control - and it's remarkable how often that comes in handy.
But first thing's first. Dazai hisses as Chuuya scratches him.]
Bad kitty.
[Yes, Chuuya is his dog - but clearly he's a cat, too, if only in the "bottom" sense of the word, so Dazai feels he has the right to expand their pet repertoire. Bunny boy Chuuya would be funny too, but that's probably more of a gap moe thing.
He squeezes Chuuya's butt a little harder than necessary, but it's mostly to get him to lift his hips. It's about time they get this going properly - ideally before Dazai turns into more of a human scratching post! (Well... he'll live, regardless.)]
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I can do that.
[He will happily buy Dazai some new shirts. That means he gets to see him in them. And it's a small price to pay for getting to touch more skin, something that he's definitely planning to take advantage of. He decides to get in the way of what Dazai is doing a little more, and leans down to press a few kisses to his shoulder.
But he's never sure how to react to all the different animals Dazai accuses him of being.]
I'm not dressing as a cat for you, either.
[And clearly this is an excuse to ignore the fact that Dazai called him bad. He has no regrets about scratching him. He will lift his hips up, though.]
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Chuuya can protest all he wants; Dazai has already had him as his dog, and he'll have him as his maid sometime too. (Think about your French not-actual-heritage, Chuuya!!) A cat or other animals aren't all that high on the list of desired dress-ups, but that's not to say that Dazai won't have a go at them at some point. Variety is the spice of life, after all! (... Oh wait, he doesn't actually like spicy food. That explains a lot!)]
Shhh, less hissing... more kissing!
[You don't have to be a cat, but don't be a pussy, gosh!!
With Chuuya lifting his hips, Dazai can line himself up, more or less maneuvering Chuuya into position - not that he needs to, but let's pretend this is a team effort while he can be bothered with any effort at all. He won't push in once they're pressed together though, because you know what? He does actually want to kiss. And so he will. The rest can wait just a little bit - unless Chuuya can't.]
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And objecting to the costumes is definitely part of the game. After already agreeing to be Dazai's dog, dressing as a cat definitely isn't a big deal, and acting as a dog is definitely the more humiliating of the two. Which is probably why Dazai prefers it.
(And maybe it's one of the reasons why Chuuya prefers it.)
Chuuya doesn't answer, because kissing definitely seems like a better idea. He just makes a satisfied hum, presses a little closer, and lets Dazai move him however he wants. He can't help the way feeling Dazai's cock brushing against his ass gets him immediately more excited. The lack of prep or lube doesn't worry him, because he can take it, and he wants this now.
But he doesn't push down. He knows he could, he hasn't been told not to, but as much as he loves to tease and challenge Dazai, he wants to be good, too. Or to prove that he can. He holds himself still, but the tension in his body reveals just how needy he is - that, and the little noises he makes as they kiss.]
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Interrupting their kiss comes at a cost, and Dazai does it with - he's somewhat surprised to notice in himself - a considerable sense of reluctance. It can't be helped though: he has something to say.]
Do it, Chuuya.
[Not only is it always nice to have Chuuya do the work (as in every other aspect of life!), but, if Chuuya does start things off, Dazai can reward him by thrusting up into him the last little bit of the way. He can practically feel Chuuya's reaction already!]
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It's a lot easier now that the head is in, but Chuuya still takes it slowly, little up and down movements to give himself time to adjust, sinking onto Dazai's cock bit by bit. He's holding onto Dazai's shoulders - clinging to him, really.
And then Dazai thrusts up without warning. Chuuya shudders, his weight falling forward into Dazai like he needs the support. He groans.]
Yeah. Like that.
[They can't always do it dry, even Chuuya would be too sore, but right now it feels so good. It hurts and it feels so good.]
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It's pretty nice to have Chuuya take it slow while it lasts, actually, but Dazai can't let himself get too distracted when he has a punchline (thrust-line??) to get to. After that, it's fairly easy going, but Dazai finds himself thirsty for more anyway, which is a problem when he already has everything he wants right here in his hands. And yet it's not the gaping hole he usually experiences in life, but more like an onsen, eternally welling up with nigh-excessive warmth.
(Should he compare Chuuya to a geyser out loud at some point? With the way Chuuya comes, maybe he should. (Maybe only after coming a few times, though. It will be good to say, but Dazai doesn't necessarily want to deal with Chuuya's reaction. Must wear him out first!))
Maybe if he kisses Chuuya again, he won't have to think too much about it. He's even going to keep thrusting up into Chuuya a bit, because he's feeling
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He groans a little louder as Dazai kisses him again, desperate, needy, more than happy to stop thinking and just feel. He's not sure why it's all so different these days. Even when it's fairly vanilla. It's making him feel something more, and it makes him want to claw his way inside Dazai's skin, or maybe the other way around, anything to get Dazai that much deeper.
He wants him. He wants this. His nails are digging into Dazai's back, though the bandages stop him from leaving any more marks.
He wonders if Dazai knows how tempted Chuuya is to just give in and say yes to his ideas. It's taking a lot to hold it all back, especially with the things Dazai keeps saying, making his heart nearly explode.]
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... No, all right, he does know he loves Chuuya. He wouldn't even deny it in public, probably - and yet, when he's arguing with himself, for some reason the excuses keep on coming, the way they always have. What does that even say about him? (That he needs to stop asking those question, that's what it says!!)
He really should take advantage of the situation, and get Chuuya to do something extra absurd before either of them climaxes and the best opportunity will have passed, but Dazai just can't bring himself to turn this into more of a game than it's already been. He's enjoying himself; he's enjoying being with Chuuya, in more than just the physical sense. Maybe that's enough.
... Or maybe he can at least mess with Chuuya's dick a little bit. It could be framed as an act of kindness, but he'll have you know, he's only doing it because it feels nice on the inside!]
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He groans and holds on a little tighter, stubbornly keeping that slow pace. It's tempting to push through the pain and speed up to get himself off, but he'll focus on making it good for Dazai instead, rolling his hips with the movement as he rides him.]
Tell me when.
[He only needs to break the kiss for a second to say that. But he'll hold it together for as long as Dazai wants him to. Probably. Unless Dazai keeps touching him in that way, because then he might come apart a lot sooner than planned.]
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When, indeed? He resumes the kiss as soon as possible, trying to push down the irrational urge to consume Chuuya altogether. Give him a second, he'll answer soon enough.]
Ten...
[That's not much of an answer in itself, and he doesn't fully stop touching Chuuya's dick either, though he keeps his touches light and teasing rather than anymore more serious.]
Nine...
[Yup, he's just going to count down, very slowly. And he's probably going to get a bit more dedicated to stroking Chuuya off as time progresses. It would be no fun to make it too easy, after all.]
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But the slow countdown makes the waiting almost impossible. Each number somehow doubles how needy he's feeling, but he holds it back (tries to), because now he wants to get the timing right, too. Not too early, not too late. It might be impossible. Dazai speeds up his hand, and without thinking Chuuya speeds up his hips to match, only for the increased intensity to hit him with a shudder. He's gonna end up making this challenge impossible for himself.
No, he's gonna do it. He's determined. He'll prove that he can.]
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No, nevermind... Dazai does want to come as well, and the benefit of Chuuya speeding things up on his end (so to speak) tempts Dazai to not slow things down too much, lest he miss his own perfect peak of pleasure. He's still not going to be fast about it though, because it's fun to make Chuuya suffer a bit. And once Dazai gets to three, he starts getting a lot more serious about stroking Chuuya off during it all.
Will Chuuya manage, or will he not~? ... Well, Dazai doesn't actually care, since Dazai wins either way.]
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But maybe the relief when Dazai doesn't fuck with him more is a bit too much. It makes him relax, let his guard down, because the pleasure was getting too intense anyway, he's so close, and it feels so good. And then Dazai starts moving his hand in just the right way.
Chuuya's hips stutter in their movement. There's a second where he's not in control, before he tries to force himself back on track, pushes himself back down on Dazai's dick, feels it slide in deep --
He comes on two. He groans against Dazai's mouth, spilling all over his hand, shuddering, his ass spasming around him, squeezing tight.]
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Kissing becomes messy, but Dazai tries to keep it going to some sloppy degree, keeping their mouths close. When he's stopped moving, and the overwhelming sensations of his climax start to fade a little, Dazai sucks on Chuuya's lip for a bit, because that seems to make sense, while also not taking too much effort. Good times.
... He really should point out that Chuuya didn't survive his countdown, but, meh... Somehow, it doesn't seem as important right now.]
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He lets out a soft hum as Dazai sucks on his lip. That feels good, too. His eyes fell closed at some point, and now he's just enjoying the moment, the sensations, the fact that there's nothing here to worry about, everything feels right.
He knows that Dazai might point out that he came too soon. If not now, then maybe later, maybe a week from now, or even a month. The bastard does like to save up ammunition just so he can time his use of it perfectly. But on the other hand, he knows that Dazai doesn't actually care. He probably prefers when Chuuya fails. Maybe it makes no sense, but it's why Dazai is a rare person who can actually make Chuuya relax, much as he also riles him up.]
You... [That single word is more fond than he usually allows himself to be.] Feels good.
[He's not talking about anything specific. Just the moment. Just them.]
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M-hm...
[It does feel good. He feels good. For once, he doesn't even mind putting in the effort to remain seated while supporting Chuuya, because, well... it honestly doesn't feel like effort, somehow.]
... Let's stay like this the rest of the day?
[That's definitely going to be both impractical and downright impossible, but he doesn't want to move. (Hey, he put in some actual effort just now! He deserves to rest!!)]
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[It's definitely not realistic. It's gonna get sticky and sore and uncomfortable. But Chuuya isn't thinking about that now, because why should he, when he's comfortable right now. They can always tip sideways to lie down on the couch if it becomes an issue. Or go take a bath together, which would still allow them to stay close. But for now, moving isn't worth it.
Apparently it is possible to get Chuuya to want to be lazy.]
Your plans are never wrong, so.