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“Ahh,” Dazai said, when Chuuya bit the soft skin of his inner thigh impatiently. “Be good.”
Chuuya’s fingers dug into the loose bandages on Dazai’s leg, catching an end and tangling there. He wasn’t going to whine, because fuck Dazai, but a noise of aggravation managed to escape despite his best efforts; and Dazai lifted his hips, angling away from the reach of Chuuya’s mouth. “I’m always good,” Chuuya huffed, as Dazai looked down over his shoulder at Chuuya.
“Really?” Dazai asked, all innocent, as if his junk hadn’t just been lying on Chuuya’s face. He lifted his right hand so that Chuuya could see the remote, and before Chuuya could open his mouth otherwise Dazai pressed the button.
The sharp vibration of the toy pressed right against his prostate made Chuuya’s hips leap off the bed. He arched, somehow not toppling Dazai, choking on his breath until Dazai turned the throbbing beast off and he thumped back into the bed, winded.
Blood beaded underneath one of the loose bandages on Dazai’s leg, making Chuuya’s grip slip somewhat. “God, fuck,” Chuuya gasped, and Dazai wiggled his butt and lowered his hips again, parking his lube-slick ass right back in reach. With a few choice words muttered against Dazai’s hot skin, Chuuya resumed licking him open - and was gratified at least when Dazai shuddered encouragingly.
Dazai shifted but didn’t raise his hips, and Chuuya braced himself in case Dazai was foolish enough to turn that torture device-level vibrator on while seated on his face - but that wasn’t what he should have braced for. Instead, Dazai’s slick hand gripped his dick and began stroking him. Chuuya rumbled happily, because, god, that was the stuff - and then something even tighter than Dazai’s hand slid down over his dick and Chuuya smacked his head back into the mattress, squirming as it bore down on him.
It wasn’t warm - or as warm as it should be, like it was when Dazai rode him - and it took a few moments as it completely encased him for Chuuya to identify that it was the cock sleeve Dazai had been enthusiastically lubing up when Chuuya stuck his head in the room to see if he was ready to go yet.
Hah, Dazai ready on time. What a concept.
“Like that, do you?” Dazai said, squeezing the outside of the sleeve. “Good and tight?”
Chuuya couldn’t answer clearly, but shifted instead; pushing two fingers inside of Dazai and listening gleefully to the startled hitch of his breath. Dazai wiggled his hips over Chuuya’s face as he pulled his fingers free, and Dazai repositioned so that Chuuya caught his cock with his lips and swallowed him down unaided.
That earned a very pleased sound from Dazai, who began to rapidly fuck him with the cock sleeve.
Whenever it seemed like Chuuya was getting close Dazai would drop his hips, making Chuuya sputter and choke on his dick, and then pull free. This made him lose momentum and dragged him back from the edge and he snarled, until the last time, when Dazai climbed off his face entirely and pulled the cock sleeve free at the same time.
He left behind a frustrated, wet mess of Chuuya lying angrily in the bed sheets. “Fuck, what the fuck-” Chuuya gasped, propping himself up on his elbows - and then before Dazai could get out of reach he caught his arm and yanked him down. Dazai had the audacity to laugh as Chuuya pinned him to the bed, sweat-drenched and panting audibly.
Dazai bit his lip and closed his eyes, head tilting back against the bed as Chuuya forced his legs open and pushed his cock against Dazai’s wet rim, and he made a satisfied noise as Chuuya started fucking him frantically. “Good, good-” Dazai grunted, curling up against Chuuya, wrapping his arms over Chuuya’s muscled shoulders as Chuuya fucked him deep.
Arms hooked tight, Dazai pressed the button on his remote.
Chuuya screamed, his cock jerking deep inside Dazai as he came hard. He writhed but didn’t pull out, couldn’t, Dazai held him snug inside with his legs tight over Chuuya’s hips and arms still over his shoulders, and rode out the first orgasm and kept it going to pull a second, almost painful one immediately after. Chuuya sobbed into his shoulder, shaking violently.
Once he was certain he’d milked Chuuya dry, only then did Dazai kick off the vibrator. Chuuya slumped against him, thumping them both back solidly into the sheets. Panting hard but still somehow lucid, Chuuya mumbled against Dazai’s skin. “Need me to…?”
“If you really think you’re capable of sucking me off like that,” Dazai said, mostly teasing, and refused to let Chuuya even try to get up. After two attempts he slumped completely over Dazai’s chest and passed out, and Dazai thumped his head back into the mattress, closing his eyes, completely satisfied.
Then, he turned the remote on again.