(and it's exactly because they're both saying that this will be once that dazai will take all he can from this. steal all the noises he can, even if that in itself is also a bad idea. things to explain, things to deny, things to lie about later. right now, that fact is so watered down by how much he wants it.
even his name coming out of chuuya's mouth feels delicious to hear, and the grip? that only makes him go further. he's gonna make chuuya climax a thousand times today, to make up for how much he secretly knows he'll want to do it, and most likely won't, later. the tighter, the louder, the more he'll speed, the deeper chuuya'll go, the more passionate and determined he'll be.
pop as he releases, that smile, perhaps smitten, perhaps high, adorning his lips before his tongue runs the shaft.)
[Chuuya had always known Dazai had an unfair mouth, a tongue too deft in a wide variety of ways that of course had to extend to the bedroom. Of fucking course. It's infuriating how good it feels, and the tight grip on Dazai's hair is just as much about having something for him to grip onto as a way to keep Dazai there.
But even that intense desire to fuck Dazai's mouth isn't quite enough to stamp out the irrational desire he feels to kiss those smiling lips, the look on Dazai's face making warmth thrum in his chest. A desire he ignores for now, because it would be too telling, so instead one leg tucks itself over Dazai's shoulder to drag him closer, heel at the middle of his back urging him on.]
How am I not surprised you're annoyingly good at sucking dick?
(chuuya and his damn legs. one of his hands, while the other busies itself with stroking as his head turns to kiss the thigh, runs across the pale skin, leaving scratch marks on their path. the words do draw a laugh from him, a nibble to the skin of chuuya's leg and a gentle pull.)
Maybe because you thought about it before.
(there's no need to pretend he hadn't. they're not here for a lack of option - they're here because they have years upon years of unsolved feelings, tension, need, and it's such a wild concept to think chuuya of all people wouldn't understand what dazai just meant. their minds are awfully intertwined, after all.
he's quite enjoying giving chuuya absolutely no hints of what he's about to do, though. his lips return to his previous task, perhaps even more ferociously than before. with how much work he's putting into it, he's surprised how chuuya's holding up.)
You can come whenever you like, by the way. It's not going to be the last time you do today, so you can just enjoy yourself.
[The way the muscle of his thigh jumps beneath the drag of those fingernails is telling, the hitch in Chuuya's breath between his next words even more telling still.]
You always did have quite the smart mouth on yha, it doesn't take that much imagination to guess where else that could apply.
[It's not a denial, because there's little point in it: there's too much between them to pretend that there weren't dirty teenage fantasies at one point or another. Chuuya could put it down to hormones back then, but he always knew it went deeper than that.
Fingers curl in dazai's hair when those lips return to his cock, nails scratching against his scalp to urge him on, and Chuuya tries-- tries to focus on Dazai's words rather than the heat of his mouth. There's no way he's going to last much longer, but the defiant streak in him makes him want to try. His voice is rough, too tight as he tries to focus enough to keep talking.]
That sure sounds like you've got plans for me. Care to clue me in?
Where is this any smart? I like you in my mouth, that's not at all smart.
(drugs are great. look at him, admitting that he's enjoying feeling the skin against his tongue, tasting it, and seeing how far he can go. it's not like the words were needed in anyway, he looks like he's thoroughly appreciating the opportunity, seizing each and every moan, gasp, pull, and each of them are rewarded with a tighter, stronger suck, a deeper push, a flick of tongue... none go ignored, after all.)
[I like you in my mouth. Dazai's words really are not helping Chuuya keep himself from tumbling over the edge, and from the grip he has on Dazai right now, it's terribly obvious how very close he is. He's gasping for breath between each suck, dizzy, and when was the last time he'd done this? Did it even matter, when Dazai was this good with his mouth, when his hips arch up into that welcoming heat so perfectly wrapped around him?
Dazai's declaration seems to be well on it's way to self-fulfilling, because just that--the intent behind it, the promise--seems to be what sends Chuuya hurtling into orgasm, leg tightening around Dazai like a vice, hips jerking as he comes hard, voice rising in a broken yell.]
Dazai!!
[It's too much, too perfect. Chuuya trembles through his orgasm, grip on Dazai slowly going lax but never releasing him fully. Greedy, terribly greedy.]
(it's funny. he's never done this with chuuya, not outside of his imagination, at least, and yet, he knows exactly how much weight his words held, how much chuuya is holding on for pride, and how close he is. he can hear it in each and every breath, each and every gasp, twitch, grip, and he's more and more motivated to keep going, to make chuuya so dizzy that he won't have time to breathe once dazai's swallowing him. one of the legs gets a grip, as strong as his hand can manage, as his tongue makes sure the other's skin is clean. ah, his name, like that?
he never backs down on a promise, and it's not like chuuya's the only greedy one. once he's distant from the other's hips, his hands move to encourage chuuya's legs to wrap around him, and he kisses the man breathlessly.
a sweet reminder of what he had been doing lately.)
[And that's the thing, isn't it? Dazai knows Chuuya. He knows what makes Chuuya tick, knows just where to touch, what to say. That alone makes this miles different from how Chuuya usually has sex, anonymous hookups after a few drinks, certainly pleasurable but nothing serious. To even pretend this means nothing would be impossible, all things told, because the sheer intimacy of being known is wound in every touch, every word.
Chuuya shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm, every lap of Dazai's tongue dragging the pleasure out a few seconds longer until something close to a whine escapes him, too sensitive by far. But then Dazai is sliding up and his lips are pressed to Chuuya's, and Chuuya wraps his arms around him to pull him closer, mouth moving against Dazai, any further noises muffled between. He tastes his cum on Dazai's lips, on his tongue, and it doesn't help the dizziness fuzzing up his head, too little oxygen and too much want.]
(that's exactly what makes it so special. insane as it is, he almost feels regret that his bandages separate them, not being able to feel skin everywhere he touches, and it's a shame he's not nearly as ready to let them go, as much as it feels enticing. instead, however, it means his hands and hips get to touch, to feel in lieu of the rest of his body, which is why they can't stay still, they roam, they squeeze, they scratch, from thigh to waist, and when it's back to the hipbone he left his mark, it's a grip so hard his fingertips will purple it too.
the noises, the voice, the name he had called, the way his arms wrap tight like he too doesn't want to let it go makes dazai smile against the pair of lips. he distances, only for a second, to look. his fingers move some of the strands on chuuya's face, and he can't control his face with how much he's beaming. if he thought chuuya looked beautiful before, he's a masterpiece now, panting, dazzled, and having his name now moaned from those lips.
fuck drugs. he will hate that they're having him say it.)
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even his name coming out of chuuya's mouth feels delicious to hear, and the grip? that only makes him go further. he's gonna make chuuya climax a thousand times today, to make up for how much he secretly knows he'll want to do it, and most likely won't, later. the tighter, the louder, the more he'll speed, the deeper chuuya'll go, the more passionate and determined he'll be.
pop as he releases, that smile, perhaps smitten, perhaps high, adorning his lips before his tongue runs the shaft.)
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But even that intense desire to fuck Dazai's mouth isn't quite enough to stamp out the irrational desire he feels to kiss those smiling lips, the look on Dazai's face making warmth thrum in his chest. A desire he ignores for now, because it would be too telling, so instead one leg tucks itself over Dazai's shoulder to drag him closer, heel at the middle of his back urging him on.]
How am I not surprised you're annoyingly good at sucking dick?
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Maybe because you thought about it before.
(there's no need to pretend he hadn't. they're not here for a lack of option - they're here because they have years upon years of unsolved feelings, tension, need, and it's such a wild concept to think chuuya of all people wouldn't understand what dazai just meant. their minds are awfully intertwined, after all.
he's quite enjoying giving chuuya absolutely no hints of what he's about to do, though. his lips return to his previous task, perhaps even more ferociously than before. with how much work he's putting into it, he's surprised how chuuya's holding up.)
You can come whenever you like, by the way. It's not going to be the last time you do today, so you can just enjoy yourself.
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You always did have quite the smart mouth on yha, it doesn't take that much imagination to guess where else that could apply.
[It's not a denial, because there's little point in it: there's too much between them to pretend that there weren't dirty teenage fantasies at one point or another. Chuuya could put it down to hormones back then, but he always knew it went deeper than that.
Fingers curl in dazai's hair when those lips return to his cock, nails scratching against his scalp to urge him on, and Chuuya tries-- tries to focus on Dazai's words rather than the heat of his mouth. There's no way he's going to last much longer, but the defiant streak in him makes him want to try. His voice is rough, too tight as he tries to focus enough to keep talking.]
That sure sounds like you've got plans for me. Care to clue me in?
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(drugs are great. look at him, admitting that he's enjoying feeling the skin against his tongue, tasting it, and seeing how far he can go. it's not like the words were needed in anyway, he looks like he's thoroughly appreciating the opportunity, seizing each and every moan, gasp, pull, and each of them are rewarded with a tighter, stronger suck, a deeper push, a flick of tongue... none go ignored, after all.)
I'm going to ruin you, that's the plan.
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Dazai's declaration seems to be well on it's way to self-fulfilling, because just that--the intent behind it, the promise--seems to be what sends Chuuya hurtling into orgasm, leg tightening around Dazai like a vice, hips jerking as he comes hard, voice rising in a broken yell.]
Dazai!!
[It's too much, too perfect. Chuuya trembles through his orgasm, grip on Dazai slowly going lax but never releasing him fully. Greedy, terribly greedy.]
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he never backs down on a promise, and it's not like chuuya's the only greedy one. once he's distant from the other's hips, his hands move to encourage chuuya's legs to wrap around him, and he kisses the man breathlessly.
a sweet reminder of what he had been doing lately.)
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Chuuya shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm, every lap of Dazai's tongue dragging the pleasure out a few seconds longer until something close to a whine escapes him, too sensitive by far. But then Dazai is sliding up and his lips are pressed to Chuuya's, and Chuuya wraps his arms around him to pull him closer, mouth moving against Dazai, any further noises muffled between. He tastes his cum on Dazai's lips, on his tongue, and it doesn't help the dizziness fuzzing up his head, too little oxygen and too much want.]
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the noises, the voice, the name he had called, the way his arms wrap tight like he too doesn't want to let it go makes dazai smile against the pair of lips. he distances, only for a second, to look. his fingers move some of the strands on chuuya's face, and he can't control his face with how much he's beaming. if he thought chuuya looked beautiful before, he's a masterpiece now, panting, dazzled, and having his name now moaned from those lips.
fuck drugs. he will hate that they're having him say it.)
I think you're going to ruin me, too.