(if this place felt like a warzone before their latest endeavors, it feels even more so now. dangerous, alluring, and it's chipping away at his sanity already. he's not as good with self-control as chuuya could possibly be, especially with how he felt having his hands on his skin. how he sounded, how he looked, how he tasted. his lips reach for the skin of the back of chuuya's neck, a wake up request as he presses his body against chuuya's. it's a nice reminder, and dazai is having trouble leaving it at that today.)
Morning.
(usual, unfortunately, to find his hand reaching for the other's hip, feeling up his thighs. god, he's starting to loathe the way chuuya's making him feel, even more, and he didn't even expect that to be a possibility at this point.
hates that he feels parched. like a piece of himself stayed with chuuya since, and he's dying to get it back.)
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Morning.
(usual, unfortunately, to find his hand reaching for the other's hip, feeling up his thighs. god, he's starting to loathe the way chuuya's making him feel, even more, and he didn't even expect that to be a possibility at this point.
hates that he feels parched. like a piece of himself stayed with chuuya since, and he's dying to get it back.)