(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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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.)