[ and instead of answering those words because fyodor has no idea what to do with that, he pulls on too hard and miscalculates because chuuya is built well and all fyodor does is ends up being the one toppling off his chair --
the vodka teacup is fine, he only spilt a little on himself. ]
[Chuuya feels the tug and while it does destabilize him a smidge, it's true: for his small size he's also ridiculously solid, everything compact muscle and bafflingly sturdy. He's left blinking at the place Fyodor was sitting in surprise with the slow bewilderment of a drunk when Fyodor topples over, hunching over to settle his elbows on his knees as his gaze follows the man downward.]
[...And he promptly bursts out laughing like this is the funniest shit in the world. His cheeks hurt from grinning as he reaches out to offer Fyodor a hand up.]
[ fyodor's dignity (assuming he ever had one to begin with) would be bruised and reeling, but there is a certain sense of pride in making chuuya laugh. and isn't that weird? ]
It may be the case that I am inebriated but--[ and he hesitates in taking chuuya's offered hand out of habit. ] I think you are severely drunk if you call me cute, have you not seen yourself in the mirror? You--
[ except he does not finish his cringe compliment because then chuuya has landed on him and fyodor gives out an 'oof' because the wooden floor is not comfortable.
a hand sets on chuuya's arm trying to balance and now his vodka does end up spilled between them. they're going to smell with vodka through and through. ]
[Chuuya lets out a grunt at the impact, the smell of vodka stronger in the air as it spills between them, and... Chuuya can't say he minds. The floor is uncomfortable at best and grimy at worst but Fyodor is warm and a little boney, and there's another wheezing chuckle muffled into Fyodor's shoulder, because something about this is so damn funny somehow--
Don't mind him as he devolves into another bout of drunken cackles into Fyodor's shoulder for a second, though he'll eventually leverage himself up on one elbow to peer properly at the man with a face flushed from laughter, proximity and plenty of alcohol, still grinning.]
No no, it's-- we're drinking and playing footsie and you say all this wild cute shit all the damn time. It's crazy as hell and way too fucking cute for me to handle, y'know?
[ the thing is, drunk laughter is such a contagious thing— fyodor is about to move but the proximity, drink and company are a disarmingly lethal combination. he's not entirely sure chuuya is correct in his assessment but his drunken tongue won't let him argue, it merely sits in place. ]
Oh is that what it's called? Footsie. [ this is all entirely too normal and too endearing and--were he able to regret things, he would maybe feel a little bad for having enslaved chuuya to do his bidding but. he isn't that good of a person really. ]
Good thing we have more vodka to help us along the way, [ he shifts his eyes, fixed on chuuya: the way his mouth curves, the crinkles along the corner of his eyes, the way the red hair falls--it's all terribly--] Attractive.
Right now? [ fyodor thinks over his answer, giving it visible consideration as if he were delivering the answer to an important plan. ] I would not think of it as flirting so much as enjoying the fact you are allowing me to touch you.
[ and being touched back, fyodor does grow a little preternaturally still at the touch against his hair. chuuya is not immune to crime and punishment even when fyodor is not actively intending to use it. ]
I do not often admit to being deficient in things but this...this is something I am not skilled in. But you are attractive, and so very human and yet so very dangerous.
[ oh yeah, he's getting close to white girl drunk levels soon. ]
I think I've made it pretty clear before that I rather enjoy touch. [And he's made it clear before that he knows Fyodor won't kill him, for that matter. So seeing the man like this? It's endearing, in a way that makes Chuuya want to press his buttons, just a little. To tease him.
He lets his fingertips brush against Fyodor's cheek once he's fixed the man's hair, grin turning warm and a little smug at the compliments as he leans a tiny bit closer.]
My humanity and the danger is attractive as well, I'm guessing?
[It's not a question. Chuuya likes those things being acknowledged-- his humanity, his power. People underestimate both when it comes to Chuuya far too often, for various reasons.]
Yes, but you know no one really ever seems to relish in my touch. [ ...you know can't imagine why with being such a charming, backstabbing, cringe person here. ] Well, two other exceptions but neither one is you-[ his tongue is warm and loose, the vodka warm in his stomach in the same way chuuya's body above his is equally inviting.
fyodor's hands settle, finally, slowly reverently on chuuya's neck. index and middle fingers slipping under the snug black choker slightly to pull him closer. ] They are, yes but if we are being analytical [ and fyodor you are ruining the mood here with the analysis. ] if you were in possession of one or two attractive features, it would be easy to dismiss it as pure luck.
People are often gifted with one or two blessings to try to offset their flaws but you? Not you, do you not find it poetic your temper matches the colour of your hair? And your birthplace has the same blue of your eyes?
I'd almost say He came down to craft you with his own hand, to make you for me.
[Ah Fyodor, when will he realize that Chuuya enjoys seeing him baffled? It's a thrill in it's own way, seeing someone like Fyodor struggle to comprehend Chuuya's actions, and it doesn't help that he's so--
So damn cheesy it's cute. The tug on his collar provokes a hitch in Chuuya's breath, and there's a flush to Chuuya's complexion that has absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol, all the brighter for the paleness of his skin and red of his hair.
Does he hear himself? Does he enjoy being this dramatic? Holy shit.]
Holy shit you're so damn cringe.
[It's whispered softly with something like awe in his voice, which is probably the most undramatic prelude to a kiss ever, but Chuuya can't resist closing that space between them, sealing his lips against Fyodor's in a grinning kiss that tastes of vodka.]
I am not- [ fyodor sits up a little ready to defend his speech from before, but instead it is the warm press of an unfamiliar mouth against his own and fyodor is so pale that the heat that blooms is visible and felt. it matches chuuya's own in a way it paints both of them with the same brush, same paint, same hand--human, human, human.
he chases into it. how different it is to kiss chuuya from the delirium filled, almost bites from nikolai. this is softer, the taste of vodka and the curve of that grin against his mouth.
[Has Chuuya ever cared about what he's 'supposed to do' when it comes to things like this? Not really. Chuuya tends to go on instinct, the type of person who rarely holds back.
Chuuya's kisses are much like the man himself: Soft, teasing, eager. The fact that Fyodor's mouth is open isn't really going to give the man any leverage, either-- his tongue darts out to taste and deepen the kiss, to see what makes Fyodor react most. The hand not holding him up isn't remaining idle either: stroking through Fyodor's hair, fingertips ghosting against the back of his neck.]
[ a shudder runs down, impossible to hide with the proximity of their bodies; yes, fyodor is smart but there is no way he can pretend experience in this arena. intimacy is odd; not unwelcome, but half of him is wondering if dazai minds that fyodor has now put both hands on chuuya--pressing through his shirt against the line of his spine. wanting.
fyodor may be quiet but he is reactive, eagerly opening his mouth to slip their tongues together. vodka is how chuuya tastes, and the aftermath is something else. warm but not scorching. it's soft, teasing and eager. not things he's familiar with.
dazai had been careful with him.
he draws his hands back to cup chuuya's face in them and deepen the kiss. ]
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the vodka teacup is fine, he only spilt a little on himself. ]
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Oh you are so wasted.
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Master of gravity? Who's that again?]
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It may be the case that I am inebriated but--[ and he hesitates in taking chuuya's offered hand out of habit. ] I think you are severely drunk if you call me cute, have you not seen yourself in the mirror? You--
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a hand sets on chuuya's arm trying to balance and now his vodka does end up spilled between them. they're going to smell with vodka through and through. ]
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Don't mind him as he devolves into another bout of drunken cackles into Fyodor's shoulder for a second, though he'll eventually leverage himself up on one elbow to peer properly at the man with a face flushed from laughter, proximity and plenty of alcohol, still grinning.]
No no, it's-- we're drinking and playing footsie and you say all this wild cute shit all the damn time. It's crazy as hell and way too fucking cute for me to handle, y'know?
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Oh is that what it's called? Footsie. [ this is all entirely too normal and too endearing and--were he able to regret things, he would maybe feel a little bad for having enslaved chuuya to do his bidding but. he isn't that good of a person really. ]
Good thing we have more vodka to help us along the way, [ he shifts his eyes, fixed on chuuya: the way his mouth curves, the crinkles along the corner of his eyes, the way the red hair falls--it's all terribly--] Attractive.
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[Said with a playful lilt in his voice as he perches above Fyodor with zero shame, especially because--
Attractive, huh?] See, you keep saying things like that and you're gonna give a guy like me ideas y'know.
[He reaches up to neaten some of Fyodor's hair thrown askew by the fall.]
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[ and being touched back, fyodor does grow a little preternaturally still at the touch against his hair. chuuya is not immune to crime and punishment even when fyodor is not actively intending to use it. ]
I do not often admit to being deficient in things but this...this is something I am not skilled in. But you are attractive, and so very human and yet so very dangerous.
[ oh yeah, he's getting close to white girl drunk levels soon. ]
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He lets his fingertips brush against Fyodor's cheek once he's fixed the man's hair, grin turning warm and a little smug at the compliments as he leans a tiny bit closer.]
My humanity and the danger is attractive as well, I'm guessing?
[It's not a question. Chuuya likes those things being acknowledged-- his humanity, his power. People underestimate both when it comes to Chuuya far too often, for various reasons.]
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fyodor's hands settle, finally, slowly reverently on chuuya's neck. index and middle fingers slipping under the snug black choker slightly to pull him closer. ] They are, yes but if we are being analytical [ and fyodor you are ruining the mood here with the analysis. ] if you were in possession of one or two attractive features, it would be easy to dismiss it as pure luck.
People are often gifted with one or two blessings to try to offset their flaws but you? Not you, do you not find it poetic your temper matches the colour of your hair? And your birthplace has the same blue of your eyes?
I'd almost say He came down to craft you with his own hand, to make you for me.
[ ...cringe. ]
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So damn cheesy it's cute. The tug on his collar provokes a hitch in Chuuya's breath, and there's a flush to Chuuya's complexion that has absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol, all the brighter for the paleness of his skin and red of his hair.
Does he hear himself? Does he enjoy being this dramatic? Holy shit.]
Holy shit you're so damn cringe.
[It's whispered softly with something like awe in his voice, which is probably the most undramatic prelude to a kiss ever, but Chuuya can't resist closing that space between them, sealing his lips against Fyodor's in a grinning kiss that tastes of vodka.]
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he chases into it. how different it is to kiss chuuya from the delirium filled, almost bites from nikolai. this is softer, the taste of vodka and the curve of that grin against his mouth.
are they even supposed to be doing this? ]
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Chuuya's kisses are much like the man himself: Soft, teasing, eager. The fact that Fyodor's mouth is open isn't really going to give the man any leverage, either-- his tongue darts out to taste and deepen the kiss, to see what makes Fyodor react most. The hand not holding him up isn't remaining idle either: stroking through Fyodor's hair, fingertips ghosting against the back of his neck.]
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fyodor may be quiet but he is reactive, eagerly opening his mouth to slip their tongues together. vodka is how chuuya tastes, and the aftermath is something else. warm but not scorching. it's soft, teasing and eager. not things he's familiar with.
dazai had been careful with him.
he draws his hands back to cup chuuya's face in them and deepen the kiss. ]