(he tries to simply let go, do the thing he's offered, but he finds it difficult with how they're being. dazai finds himself pouncing to press kisses wherever he can find, cheeks, neck, temple, lips, jaw, neck, collarbone, before he squeezes the other's waist as a 'ugh, why!!', and then finally, he does what he proposed. the kiss attack spurs him into awakening, after all.
he's been sleeping with less bandages, as is, to make it easier for him to go to bed. shirtless, with his arms bandaged, but everything else to be seen, he stretches them above his head before he starts separating ingredients.)
[And Dazai is making it incredibly difficult for Chuuya to let him go. Chuuya's hands card through his hair as he basks in the assault of kisses, and he certainly seems put out when Dazai finally pulls away, slumping against the bedspread once more with a huff.
Not that such a mood could possibly last long, when Dazai is a sight these days. Sure his arms are still bandaged, but Chuuya can now enjoy the sight of his bare torso in the morning light, and he tucks his chin into the palm of one hand to admire the view for a long moment. A smile returns to his lips, soft and so painfully fond, the warmth of adoration in his eyes.
(it's a little show of comfort. there are so many things that chuuya can see there, some made by himself, most witnessed, some thanks to chuuya himself. bullet wounds, stabbing scars, but he's moving at much more ease than he would ever do. dexterity of his fingers is shown once he opens the eggs, singlehandedly, onto the bowl, only turning to look at chuuya to ask what he wants in his omurice--
and he catches sight of those eyes. the slightest tint of red flows through his cheeks, mouth opening to say something but no words come out. only a laugh, shy for once, as he comes back to his cooking.)
It always fills Chuuya with a giddy, pleased feeling when he can see Dazai taken off guard, unguarded. Genuine in the most enjoyable way, rare but more coveted than the most precious of gems. Chuuya savors the sight of those red cheeks, the struggle for words, the laugh that settles in his ears so sweetly, and can't quite muffle his own laugh, bright and happy.
He tugs one of the pillows beneath his head to prop himself up, intend to linger and watch for awhile, breathing in their mingled scents from the pillow and basking in the moment.
(he needs to turn around for a second, he's embarrassed - it's such a rare sight to gift chuuya that he can't even look directly. shy, naked (to his standards), intimacy rushing red across his cheeks. the look chuuya gave him helped nothing to calm his fast-beating heart. at least this is a quick dish, and five minutes later, he returns to the bed to press a lingering kiss to chuuya's cheek.
an attempt to make him as flustered as dazai is as he sets the tray with their breakfast in front of them.)
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he's been sleeping with less bandages, as is, to make it easier for him to go to bed. shirtless, with his arms bandaged, but everything else to be seen, he stretches them above his head before he starts separating ingredients.)
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Not that such a mood could possibly last long, when Dazai is a sight these days. Sure his arms are still bandaged, but Chuuya can now enjoy the sight of his bare torso in the morning light, and he tucks his chin into the palm of one hand to admire the view for a long moment. A smile returns to his lips, soft and so painfully fond, the warmth of adoration in his eyes.
Fuck, but he was beautiful.]
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and he catches sight of those eyes. the slightest tint of red flows through his cheeks, mouth opening to say something but no words come out. only a laugh, shy for once, as he comes back to his cooking.)
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It always fills Chuuya with a giddy, pleased feeling when he can see Dazai taken off guard, unguarded. Genuine in the most enjoyable way, rare but more coveted than the most precious of gems. Chuuya savors the sight of those red cheeks, the struggle for words, the laugh that settles in his ears so sweetly, and can't quite muffle his own laugh, bright and happy.
He tugs one of the pillows beneath his head to prop himself up, intend to linger and watch for awhile, breathing in their mingled scents from the pillow and basking in the moment.
It's looking to be a great day.]
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an attempt to make him as flustered as dazai is as he sets the tray with their breakfast in front of them.)