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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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. ]