[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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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.