[And as Dazai's back hits the bed, Chuuya follows the motion, landing with his legs straddling Dazai's hips, hands pinning Dazai beneath him. The grin on his face is only enhanced by the red marks curling against his cheek, adding an edge to a more playful expression as he leans down to press a kiss to Dazai's jaw-- followed by a bite to his throat, right above his adam's apple.]
You better not.
[Especially when Chuuya's seemingly intent on dragging one hand lower on Dazai's body, tugging loose shirt buttons along the way, a drag of nails over bandages, but most certainly aiming for his belt.]
(when he takes whatever it is into consideration, he could complain - but not exactly about this. sleeping with chuuya has been, in many ways, the best and the worst decision he has ever done. it's amazing in it's own right, how both are so connected they know exactly where to touch, how to press, and dazai called the first time.
he's absolutely ruined. that's the bad part of how incredible this is. chuuya sleeps with a coward.
there's a whine when his hands can't t touch, his sigh stuck in his throat when chuuya kisses just where he likes it. once a hand is free, however, it isn't idle. asscheek gets a grip, a pull harder downwards the hips chuuya sits upon.)
[Chuuya can agree there: It's infuriating how good and easy this is, with Dazai. Sex is always pretty nice, but with Dazai? The push and pull between them, the knowing, the awareness they've always had... it's on another level.
It drives him to leave marks upon Dazai's skin that he'll have to struggle to cover with more bandages later, because he feels like Dazai is under his skin even more than usual, these days. Only fair he gets to return the favor.
That grip on his ass gets a sinuous roll of his hips in response, Chuuya grinding down just so in a way he knows Dazai will find maddening, a vicious little smirk buried against the skin of Dazai's neck and followed up with another lingering bite. He's taking his sweet time feeling Dazai up, fingers dancing over the skin of his belly, his hip, brushing over the crotch of his pants before he yanks the button and fly open quickly.
He only stops mauling Dazai with kisses and bites when he's got Dazai's cock hard in his hand as he pulls away with a breathless laugh, hand slowly working Dazai over.]
Desperation is a good look on you.
[It's said as he slides down the taller man's body, yanking his pants down to his knees as he does so. Any attempt at touch or trying to speed Chuuya up will get a harsh squeeze, Chuuya's grip sending a clear message: He's in control here.
(some of him still wants to deny it, while most of him knows he definitely can't. as he has always known and now has proven, touching chuuya is nothing less than the most spiritual experience he could ever have. the more he has found himself in this bed with the man on top of him, the more impossible it has become to ignore the fact that he feels awkwardly alive like this. it's different, not only because he knows exactly where to touch to make chuuya's heart beat just as fast as he'd like it, but because it feels so much like a piece of him that had been missing was found. he can't look away, he finds, whenever chuuya's skin is against his own, when he's panting senseless underneath dazai - but right now?
he'd give the world not to show on his face that this is the most aroused he's ever felt in his whole life. corruption has always stole the air from his very lungs, supernatural destruction and passion fused into the most human man he has ever known, and to know he holds it in his hands has always been unreasonably thrilling. and now, those marks, on the man he feels his heart sometimes beat to, and being teased to oblivion by it? he's never going to be able to ruin chuuya as much as chuuya is ruining him right now.
the kisses are reciprocated with his own excitement, his hand not able to let go of the man's ass, where he squeezes it once again before too suddenly, he's in pleasure. chuuya must be enjoying how red dazai is on the face, how his heart is audible and nearly jumping from his chest. he can't even clapback at the comment, not when his attempt to pull chuuya's hand is met with a tinge of pain.
fuck. fuck, he's so fucked. this is going to be so embarrassing.)
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You better not.
[Especially when Chuuya's seemingly intent on dragging one hand lower on Dazai's body, tugging loose shirt buttons along the way, a drag of nails over bandages, but most certainly aiming for his belt.]
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he's absolutely ruined. that's the bad part of how incredible this is. chuuya sleeps with a coward.
there's a whine when his hands can't t touch, his sigh stuck in his throat when chuuya kisses just where he likes it. once a hand is free, however, it isn't idle. asscheek gets a grip, a pull harder downwards the hips chuuya sits upon.)
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It drives him to leave marks upon Dazai's skin that he'll have to struggle to cover with more bandages later, because he feels like Dazai is under his skin even more than usual, these days. Only fair he gets to return the favor.
That grip on his ass gets a sinuous roll of his hips in response, Chuuya grinding down just so in a way he knows Dazai will find maddening, a vicious little smirk buried against the skin of Dazai's neck and followed up with another lingering bite. He's taking his sweet time feeling Dazai up, fingers dancing over the skin of his belly, his hip, brushing over the crotch of his pants before he yanks the button and fly open quickly.
He only stops mauling Dazai with kisses and bites when he's got Dazai's cock hard in his hand as he pulls away with a breathless laugh, hand slowly working Dazai over.]
Desperation is a good look on you.
[It's said as he slides down the taller man's body, yanking his pants down to his knees as he does so. Any attempt at touch or trying to speed Chuuya up will get a harsh squeeze, Chuuya's grip sending a clear message: He's in control here.
Dazai's his prey.]
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he'd give the world not to show on his face that this is the most aroused he's ever felt in his whole life. corruption has always stole the air from his very lungs, supernatural destruction and passion fused into the most human man he has ever known, and to know he holds it in his hands has always been unreasonably thrilling. and now, those marks, on the man he feels his heart sometimes beat to, and being teased to oblivion by it? he's never going to be able to ruin chuuya as much as chuuya is ruining him right now.
the kisses are reciprocated with his own excitement, his hand not able to let go of the man's ass, where he squeezes it once again before too suddenly, he's in pleasure. chuuya must be enjoying how red dazai is on the face, how his heart is audible and nearly jumping from his chest. he can't even clapback at the comment, not when his attempt to pull chuuya's hand is met with a tinge of pain.
fuck. fuck, he's so fucked. this is going to be so embarrassing.)