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Sleep was a concept foreign to Dazai’s brain.
Why rest when your mind has the energy to keep going and you can be productive?
When you have reports to finish?
Chores to do?
Business to conduct? A job to attend to?
For a while, sleeping meant missed opportunities.
Sleep meant that you chose leisure in place of improving yourself and your life.
Keyword: It was a foreign thing to Dazai…that is…until he met his colleague—who is now his fiancé—five years ago.
It’s funny, he can still remember the night Chuuya found out Dazai went 110 hours straight without sleep and it got to the point where Dazai started to see things.
He remembers when Chuuya knocked him out with a blow to the face to get him to sleep, yelling at him that the brain requires rest and he’s the dumbest smart person Chuuya has ever met—Dazai ended up sleeping for 20 hours that day.
It took them a lot of time and patience but, eventually, Chuuya managed to get Dazai to sleep for at least 4-5 hours a night.
And now?
Chuuya’s lashes flutter as he stirs awake. The orange and yellow light from the sun outside spills through their curtains and brushes their room with a warm glow, and he shifts to face his fiancé who is still asleep—peacefully.
Now, Dazai sleeps for 8 hours or more. Even though he can mostly only sleep for that long with Chuuya in bed with him (is that a bad habit? Possibly), it’s still more than what Chuuya can ask for.
Chuuya smiles tenderly as he watches the ease in Dazai’s eyebrows, how peaceful his eyes look, how calm his face is while asleep.
It’s because of how much progress they’ve made since then that sometimes…Chuuya likes to sometimes wake him up in a more…pleasurable way if you will.
And the only confirmation he needs to go along with his plan is the fact that, when he lifts the covers and looks down, Dazai isn’t wearing any pants.
Chuuya smirks as his hand reaches for brown locks that cover Dazai’s face and tucks it behind the brunette’s hair, then shuffles lightly to press a gentle kiss on top of Dazai’s forehead.
There’s no movement.
Chuuya’s smirk widens as he moves to throw the blanket off them and ever so lightly turns Dazai to lay on his back, watching him carefully for any movements but, Dazai is still sound asleep.
Chuuya can’t help but snort at how much Dazai’s view on sleep changed—it’s almost comical how the man went from avoiding sleep for 4 days straight to insisting on being the one cuddled before he gets a ‘good night's sleep.
Once Chuuya is sure Dazai isn’t going to wake up yet, he positions himself between Dazai’s legs and his hands are gently placed near the hem of Dazai’s shirt.
“Missed opportunities,” Chuuya whispers in a mock of Dazai’s voice as his hand travels under the hem of the shirt and his fingertips brush against warm and soft skin.
That’s the other thing—it also took them a while for Dazai to abandon the bandages when they’re home.
So, now, Chuuya’s able to feel the rough outline of every scar that covers Dazai’s stomach and chest.
Chuuya can see the light pink and white lines of stories that he never grows tired of hearing when he pushes the shirt further up, also revealing Dazai’s notably erect nipples—mostly due to the sudden splash of cool air fanning against them.
His thumbs are feather light when they trace a circular pattern around the nipples, not so much touching them but enough to watch them slowly grow harder and sensitive.
It’s times like this, when Chuuya is the one who wakes up first, that he gets to truly take in how beautiful Dazai is.
Yes, he’s always noted how graceful Dazai looks when he’s staring intensely at a painting when they went to an art museum, or when Dazai is doing work at home and his eyebrows are scrunched up in concentration and Chuuya can appreciate the prominent features that stick out to just make Dazai a whole new ethereal being.
But it’s also when Dazai is like this—content and peaceful, his body on display only for Chuuya to see, only for Chuuya to touch and lavish with attention—he’s just so damn perfect.
Leaning down steadily, Chuuya captures one of Dazai’s nipples between his lips, just relishing in the contact of Dazai’s skin with his mouth and he can still smell remnants of Dazai’s shower from last night—vanilla and coconut scented body wash fill his senses.
With Dazai’s other nipple, Chuuya’s thumb is working on it, twirling the nub in slow circles while his tongue grazes the other one.
It’s also times like this when Chuuya can take his time with Dazai. To work the brunette up until he’s whining and squirming and demanding for more.
Chuuya’s head moves to suck on the other nipple while his hand goes to work with the one that’s now slick with his saliva, murmuring against Dazai’s skin, “Too bad you’ll miss the opportunity to feel all of this,” then he’s gently flicking his tongue and rolling the nub around.
He can feel a slight twitch in Dazai’s body but it’s not enough to have him conscious and awake yet.
With a hum, Chuuya trails a delicate path of pecks down the middle of Dazai’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of Dazai’s breath under each kiss until he gets just bellow Dazai’s navel and he can feel a slightly more prominent jolt this time—Dazai’s always been ticklish around this area, it’s almost kind of cute.
With a press of his mouth against Dazai’s hipbone, Chuuya carefully tugs Dazai's underwear down and gently lifts his legs to throw the underwear to the side.
Dazai’s cock is barely half-hard, lying lazily against his stomach, but Chuuya has no doubts that it’ll be fully erect within minutes.
He doesn’t grab onto it yet. No. He very lightly caresses his fingers along the length, merely gracing it with a small warning of Chuuya’s presence and what’s to come.
Circling his index finger around the head, Chuuya leans down to press his lips under the shaft where his balls are, then makes his way to the perineum and that’s when he feels a small twitch.
With an adoring smirk, Chuuya rolls out his tongue towards the base of Dazai’s cock. It’s soft and warm, but once he’s gliding his tongue along the shaft and drawing out patterns along the veins, he can feel Dazai slowly growing stiffer by the second.
It’s satisfying in an almost primal way—knowing that you’re the one who can make him like this.
Being able to taste the very change in tension on the tip of your tongue, and to collect the evidence of your doing when you swipe the slit of Dazai’s cock to collect the minuscule drops of pre-cum leaking out.
Chuuya loves it.
But, what he loves more is being able to swallow Dazai whole and to feel him grow larger and harder inside his throat. To feel him rapidly getting hot and thick on his tongue until he’s fully erect.
That’s what nearly drives Chuuya insane—just by the thought of it has his mouth watering with want.
Nestling his body in a more comfortable position between Dazai’s legs, one hand holds onto one of Dazai’s thigh while the other circles their fingers around the base and strokes Dazai’s erection leisurely.
This time, Dazai’s eyebrow moves and it’s not until Chuuya is swallowing all of Dazai’s cock, quietly moaning at the feeling and taste of him filling his mouth, Dazai lets out a small content sigh.
Both hands hold onto Dazai’s thighs to have them sit on Chuuya’s shoulders while Chuuya’s head bob in a steady motion, hallowing his cheeks and sucking in more with every movement of his head and—
Dazai’s hand twitches and his breathing is a bit faster now, and Chuuya takes that as motivation to go faster, rolling his eyes at the feeling of Dazai growing harder and heavier on his tongue.
Once Chuuya’s eyes are tearing up and he’s swallowing Dazai so deep that he can feel him at the back of his throat, he hears a small gasp followed by an acutely small whimper.
Looks like someone’s slowly waking up.
Chuuya goes up for a breath and gives the head of Dazai’s cock kitten licks as he admires the view of Dazai’s chest flushed red, rising and falling at a faster pace and his mouth is slightly parted with small noises coming out—
If you had told Chuuya five years ago that he was going to get engaged to the person that makes his head hurt and gets on his every nerve and proceed to spend a morning sucking him off to wake him up in their house—he would’ve laughed right in your face and told you to fuck off.
Maybe even fight you for even saying something so absurd out loud.
But now, feeling Dazai’s hips slightly moving as he takes him into his mouth again—he doesn’t know if he can ever imagine a world where this wasn’t the outcome.
Where he doesn’t end up marrying the bandaged bastard that easily made him lose his temper in just under 2 minutes.
It’s crazy how life works out for you, isn’t it?
It doesn’t take long for Dazai’s rocking of his hips to become more demanding and he’s whimpering more as Chuuya becomes a bit more relentless with his mouth, groaning at how firm and pulsing Dazai is in his mouth.
Once Chuuya feels a hand sloppily holding onto his hair and Dazai’s hips are trying to seek more of his mouth, Chuuya lets out an appreciative moan around Dazai’s cock, encouraging him to continue fucking himself inside Chuuya’s mouth.
“So needy, even when you’re asleep,” Chuuya chuckles, mouth full, amused by how frustrated Dazai is getting just by the frown he has on his face because Chuuya isn’t giving him more.
All he gets is a small grunt in return, but then he’s letting go of Dazai’s cock and that grunt turns into a whine with the slight buck of Dazai’s hips.
Chuuya can tell he’s not fully awake yet, somewhere in between the haze of waking up but not enough to be entirely aware of your surroundings.
After retrieving the bottle of lube from their nightstand beside the bed, Chuuya sits back on his feet and gives Dazai’s cock a few more strokes.
With his middle finger coated, he watches as Dazai’s rim instinctively clenches when he presses his finger against it, but then he grins right after when Dazai easily opens up when the tip of his finger hooks inside.
Chuuya’s finger sinks in one fluid motion, but he gives Dazai a second to adjust before he starts to move, watching every movement in Dazai’s facial muscles for any indication of discomfort but—
He sees a content smile tugging at the corner of Dazai’s mouth and that’s when Chuuya begins to move his finger.
It’s not enough to feel much, only enough to let Dazai’s body know that something is there, inside him, and moving.
“I wonder what kind of dream you’re having,” Chuuya whispers mostly to himself, watching as Dazai’s hole takes in two of his fingers now, but the brunette’s expression still indicates he’s not fully awake yet.
Twisting his wrist, Dazai pants out another gasp and Chuuya smirks, “Must be something nice, huh?”
Chuuya leans down to press his lips against Dazai’s skin, right beside his hip bone, then travels down to his inner thigh to suck bruises into them. He doesn’t add in another finger yet. He likes to feel the subtle movements of Dazai’s body to indicate he’s slowly waking out of some blissful dream. He likes to watch how the lube drips down his fingers, how Dazai’s hole welcomes him easily as if his fingers belong there.
Satisfied with the gradually darkening love mark that’s forming on Dazai’s thigh, Chuuya looks back to observe Dazai’s lashes fluttering against his cheeks—he’s always been so fond of them, they’re so long and they add to his beauty.
“Is someone finally waking up?” Chuuya purrs softly as he prepares to add a third finger, feeling Dazai clench around his fingers.
Well, that answers his question.
Carefully, Chuuya inserts another finger, feeling the rim stretch more around him, and the walls around his fingers feel tighter.
Once he lightly brushes his fingers against Dazai’s prostate, it’s the choked gasp and broken moan that Dazai lets out that has Chuuya growing harder in his pants.
But then, Dazai’s movements are becoming more prominent and he’s starting to mumble something under his breath which immediately catches Chuuya’s attention.
“What was that?” Chuuya rests his chin on Dazai’s navel and keeps a steady pace with his wrist, occasionally brushing the pads of his fingers against the prostate, smirking at how much Dazai’s body jolts with shocked pleasure from it.
“…M…” Dazai cuts himself off with a half whimper half moan when he feels Chuuya’s lips brush along his shaft that’s hard and leaking against his stomach.
Chuuya hums and increases the speed of his movements, “I can’t hear you, love.”
Chuuya can tell how much needier Dazai’s whines and moans are getting and he knows exactly what it is that Dazai wants but, when the brunette is like this? Still hazy and relaxed from sleep and taking whatever Chuuya gives him? How can he resist the temptation of teasing his beloved partner?
“M—ore,” Dazai gasps out, this time deliberately rocking back onto Chuuya’s fingers and his head sinks further into the pillow underneath him.
Chuuya raises a brow, “More?” and simultaneously massages Dazai’s prostate until the brunette is squirming and clenching more frequently around him. Chuuya chuckles light-heartedly, his voice teasing, “The princess is so demanding in the morning.”
And he knows Dazai heard him just by how flushed red his face and ears are, and there’s that very tiny shift of his mouth that looks like a small smile.
However, that doesn’t stop him from continuing to tease Dazai and working him up even more. To watch his chest move even faster and his breaths get even heavier and Dazai starts to pout.
It’s endearing.
“Chuuya,” Dazai moans out louder this time, his words much clearer and he’s moving his hips to get more even though Chuuya’s the one who is purposely retracting his fingers to prevent the very thing Dazai wants.
“It’s okay, baby,” Chuuya moves to sit in a more comfortable position and his free hand reaches up to play with one of Dazai’s nipples, “just relax for me.”
To Chuuya’s entertainment, Dazai huffs out an annoyed breath and halts his movements and instead, lets himself calm down on the bed.
Sometimes, his partner can be somewhat of a brat and lucky for him, Chuuya likes that part of him.
Chuuya chuckles adoringly, “Good boy.”
Dazai swallows and still refuses to open his eyes just yet, but his heart rate has notably increased by ten-fold, his ears are practically drumming with anticipation.
His stomach feels tight and his chest is pleasantly warm with the feeling of Chuuya’s fingers dragging against his walls and prodding at the bundle of nerves that makes him spasm.
He’s still recovering from a dream that’s long been forgotten. His mind is still foggy but clearly focused on one thing: sex. And his body is ready to take more, swallowing Chuuya’s fingers easily and Dazai slightly pouts because he’s ready.
But Chuuya won’t give him what he wants.
Especially after waking him up like that and making him feel so good? Only to just reject his needs and make him wait and take whatever Chuuya deems worthy of giving?
It’s almost evil but—Dazai can’t be entirely mad.
Not when Chuuya’s fingers are hitting the right spots and curling in the right angle to feel explosions of heat in the pit of the stomach.
Arching his back slightly, Dazai pants breathlessly when Chuuya’s fingers are almost relentless inside him; he doesn’t even register the sound of a click to indicate Chuuya’s pouring lube on his erection.
It’s not until Chuuya’s hands slow down considerably that Dazai frowns and finally cracks his eyes open a bit to glare at Chuuya. Because of his sleep hazed mind that’s also clouded with the pleasure pooling inside him, he doesn’t immediately take the feeling of Chuuya’s hand slipping out of him as a sign that something bigger will replace it right after.
No.
As soon as Chuuya slips out his hand, Dazai pouts and whines and sinks back into the bed with a huff of frustration, his voice tinged with irritation, “Why did you—”
Chuuya disrupts him with a soothing hush while he wipes his fingers and shuffles his knees to grab onto Dazai’s hips, “I’m going to fuck you baby don’t worry…”
That elicits heat to grow in Dazai’s chest and face. His heart is pounding in his chest and he’s sure Chuuya might even be able to hear it.
With one hand, Chuuya lines the head of his cock against Dazai’s rim that’s slick and loose, aching for something else to fill it. Then, he’s looking back to lock his gaze with Dazai. His eyes are more open now, the sunlight from the window casts an alluring glow to mix with the warmth of caramel brown in Dazai’s eyes.
Even when he’s just getting up from the morning he’s still so damn perfect.
Chuuya smiles reassuringly and with the hand that’s still holding onto Dazai’s hips, he massages it gently, “I just want you to lie there and look pretty for me, okay?’
Dazai makes a noise at the back of his throat and nods slowly, sleep trying to make its way back into his head while his heart is fighting him to be more alert so he can appreciate everything that Chuuya gives him properly.
A satisfied sigh slips out of Dazai’s mouth when he feels the pressure of Chuuya’s cock press against his rim, and his nibbles on his bottom lip.
Once Chuuya pushes in—for a moment everything around them stops and it’s just heated pleasure running through their veins.
Even with the preparation, Dazai is still so tight around him and Chuuya lets out a gravelly groan when blissful warmth hits him immediately.
Fuck it’s good—so, so fucking good.
Dazai inhales sharply at the feeling of something bigger, heavier, warmer, and pulsing inside him. His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Chuuya sinking deeper and deeper inside him and he’s brushing against his prostate, causing Dazai to choke out a soft moan, until finally—Chuuya’s hips meet Dazai’s.
And god—he feels so full.
Chuuya leans down to bury his head in between the crook of Dazai's neck, and the brunette shivers from the fan of warmth against his skin and the feeling of Chuuya just everywhere—on top of him, around him, inside him—it’s perfect.
“You feel so good,” Chuuya murmurs as he rolls his hips, relishing in the sound of Dazai’s gasp at the sudden movement, “so tight.”
Dazai keens at the words and Chuuya finally moving inside him. Both hands slowly reach to hold onto Chuuya’s neck, mind still foggy to fully comprehend what he should do or say.
So, all Dazai can do is moan and whine and arch himself against Chuuya’s warm body as the redhead picks up the pace and fucks him in a mind-numbingly pleasant rhythm.
Before meeting Chuuya, Dazai would have never even considered getting fucked like this.
No—he would even laugh if someone told him he would enjoy having another guy’s cock inside him because he wasn’t like that.
“Chuuya,” Dazai moans when Chuuya’s cock hits his prostate dead on, sending spikes of lava filled with pleasure up his spine.
…But he was so wrong.
He likes—no, loves—getting opened up and stretched by Chuuya’s fingers.
He loves being able to cling onto the redhead and lose his mind at the feeling of Chuuya’s cock fucking into him and filling him in the best way imaginable.
Why did he ever think he wouldn’t like this?
Chuuya nips at Dazai’s pulse point, his weight supported by his arms that are on either side of Dazai’s head, trying to control himself to not come so damn soon, and it’s a mystery as to how his voice is still controlled right now, “What is it, princess?”
It’s hard to get out a single, coherent sentence when Dazai’s mind is so relaxed and living in the clouds. When Chuuya’s mouth is unforgiving with his neck, he feels boneless already.
“H-harder,” Dazai manages to groan out and his fingers tighten around soft, copper locks.
The rush of warm air that brushes against his skin causes goosebumps to rise and Dazai to shudder, “Harder?” Chuuya’s voice is so low and throaty near his ears, it’s enough to make Dazai melt, “You think you can handle that?”
Yes, of course, he can handle it.
He’s been able to take it before dozens of times, he’s perfectly fine with taking it now.
“Yes,” Dazai pants out loud and Chuuya chuckles in a dark tone as he leans back so he’s looking straight into Dazai’s eyes, a wicked smirk spanning across his mouth.
“You sure? It’s still only the morning after all, what if you can’t walk after?” Chuuya raises a challenging brow, his rhythm is agonizingly slow—and Dazai knows he’s doing that on purpose to get him to beg—“You still have work to do after this, you know.”
Dazai whines because he doesn’t care about any of that.
Not right now, at least.
Not when he feels so good and full and there’s that root of spiked pleasure growing inside him with every thrust of Chuuya’s hips against him.
He doesn’t care if he has to limp to work, he just needs Chuuya to go harder and faster—he wants to be broken into.
“I can,” Dazai hooks his arms around Chuuya’s shoulders and looks at him with pleading eyes.
Chuuya has to bite back to urge to just slam into him right now, especially with how wanting and compliant Dazai looks right now, he can see the begging behind that pool of amber eyes.
But, when he has Dazai like this? Laid down underneath him and letting Chuuya do whatever he wants to him? Only just becoming fully awake but still tired enough to stay in bed and not take control? How can Chuuya not indulge in this side for a bit?
Chuuya hums as he hooks his hands under Dazai’s knees and pushes them up, dragging out his cock torturously slow, “You can?”
Dazai swallows quickly and licks his bottom lip, nodding frantically, “Yes.”
“Hmm, I don’t know—”
“Please,” Dazai whimpers and grabs onto the sheets, pouting out his lips in a way that he knows drives Chuuya mad, “please, please, please—!”
The last part of Dazai’s words gets knocked out of his throat and turned into a loud gasp as Chuuya slams right into him without a warning.
“Like that?” Chuuya breathes out heavily, not even stopping for a break when he pulls out just to drive right back in and roll his hips deeper inside.
Dazai’s letting out half moans and half screams to colour their room, nodding vehemently and gripping onto the sheets hard, “Yes! Just l-like that!”
God, it’s right there.
His orgasm is rapidly sprouting inside him and ready to combust.
Every thrust of Chuuya’s hips heads straight against his prostate and it feels like liquefied pleasure flowing through him.
He can’t move, not when Chuuya has a hold of his legs and he has to lay there—like what Chuuya asked him to do—and take it all.
“Fuck—,” Chuuya growls and sinks his teeth into Dazai’s calf.
Dazai arches his back, even more, tilting his hips to get Chuuya’s cock to drive into him at a better angle and Chuuya takes that shift as an opportunity to press Dazai’s legs to his chest—and Dazai screams.
His toes curl and Dazai squeezes his eyes shut at the feeling of Chuuya reaching him deeper than before, going into him at a brutal pace, and Chuuya’s tongue is rolling against his pulse point on his neck.
It’s so overwhelmingly good that he almost doesn’t want this to end.
Dazai’s hands cling onto Chuuya and he’s letting out moans and half-finished words of ‘Yes’ and ‘Chuuya’, he doesn’t know at this point. His mind is long gone somewhere in a world that’s far from here.
Chuuya nudges his head near Dazai’s ear, his mouth brushing against it and it’s a miracle that he’s still able to talk with how close he is to toppling over his orgasm, “You’re so perfect, taking me so well, princess.”
Dazai keens and whimpers, holding onto Chuuya like his life depends on it, clenching around the redhead which causes the other man to groan at how close he is.
“I—” Dazai pauses with a loud gasp when Chuuya practically milks his prostate while sinfully grinding his hips, and Dazai’s eyes roll back because he’s about to burst, “I’m gonna cum.”
That earns him another slam of Chuuya’s hips inside him and he’s able to feel Chuuya’s cock in his lungs.
Chuuya isn’t that far behind, but he likes to make Dazai finishes first because he loves the feeling of Dazai spasming from oversensitivity while he continues to fuck him.
“Yeah?” Chuuya rasps as he leans back up and Dazai has to resort to clinging onto the bed sheets for purchase, “You looked so beautiful for me this morning.”
Dazai’s mouth parts open in a silent moan when Chuuya’s hand is on him and stroking him, mimicking the pace of his hips.
God yes—yes, yes, yes, he’s right there.
Fuck.
“Such a good boy for me,” Chuuya groans and that does it for Dazai.
Everything turns into white noise and Dazai feels like his bones melt when his orgasm washes over him like massive ocean waves as he spasms and becomes extremely tight around Chuuya.
His knuckles are white with how hard he’s gripping onto the silky sheets and his throat almost hurt with how loud he’s moaning—or yelling, he can’t tell.
It’s when Dazai’s starting to soften and being overstimulated by Chuuya’s cock, he has tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, “Oh god—”
It’s so much all at once and his mind hasn’t come back yet for him to be able to say or do anything about it.
Letting go of Dazai’s cock, Chuuya leans forward and braces the palms of his hands on either side of Dazai’s torso and picks up the pace to chase his orgasm. With how Dazai convulses around him and is now impossibly tight and so, so warm, it doesn’t take him much longer to come inside and fill Dazai to the brim, stilling for a moment with a broken moan.
A cool shiver runs down Dazai's spine with the feeling of being filled and satisfied, and they both stay comfortably silent for a few seconds as they catch their breaths and wait for their senses to come back to them.
Eventually, Chuuya slips out of Dazai and watches as his cum slowly leaks out of him and he’s biting his lip at the temptation of cleaning Dazai in a very obscene way.
When he looks up, Dazai is pleasantly out of it and his whole body is a dark blush of red. Chuuya’s convinced he probably fucked the man back to sleep with the fact that he’s barely opening his eyes and he looks like he doesn’t want to move out of the bed.
Slowly, Chuuya crawls up to place kisses all over Dazai’s chest, neck, jaw, cheeks, and forehead until he can feel the brunette’s lashes flutter against his face and he’s moving slightly underneath him.
With a soft yet slightly teasing smile, Chuuya moves to lock his lips with Dazai’s and he can feel the other man dissolve into it instantly. It’s languid and warm, the kind of kiss that you feel the sun rays from the skies glistening inside you.
Dazai lets out a soft, fulfilled hum and Chuuya pulls back to use one hand to gently caress Dazai’s cheek, resting their foreheads together so Chuuya can look into Dazai’s amber eyes that are now glowing with emotions.
Chuuya smiles tenderly, his thumb brushes near Dazai’s mouth, “Morning, Osamu.”
—And so the day begins.