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Giggling softly, the pair tossed around in Chuuya’s king-sized bed, way too big and luxurious to just contain one person. They were at Chuuya’s house, having just eaten dinner, and were now giddy with laughter and adoration for the other.
Lasagna was for dinner (not that Dazai could even bother to recall that, much more focused on the man hovering above him), personally cooked by Chuuya. Dazai hadn’t been aware of Chuuya’s mouth-watering chef abilities until just a few weeks ago when he first cooked for him. Once the brunette had found out about his partner’s culinary abilities, he began asking for homemade meals more often. This tactic of Dazai’s was obviously just being used to invade Chuuya’s apartment frequently, but it wasn’t like the redhead was going to call him out on it. Dazai barely ate enough with Chuuya constantly shoveling food into his mouth. The ginger wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to get Dazai to eat more.
Soft, hot breath was blown onto Dazai’s ear, snapping his mind back to Chuuya, face merely inches away from him. “What are you thinking about, beautiful?” He smirked down at Dazai, knowing how stupid pet names like that made shivers swirl up his spine.
“You,” Dazai responded, tugging Chuuya in for another long, messy kiss.
It had been a couple of weeks since the incident with Fyodor, and Dazai had recovered well. Of course, if it wasn’t for Chuuya, Dazai would have definitely spiraled into a depressive episode due to the unexpected encounter. Chuuya had become oddly clingy and protective after Fyodor had shown his face at the coffee shop. In turn, Dazai held onto Chuuya even tighter. The two were so inevitably intertwined with each other’s souls that it would nearly be impossible for them to be separated now.
Hands slid up and down Dazai’s clothed body, erasing any other touches that had existed on his skin before. Rough grabs were replaced with smooth caresses, and it made Dazai want to cry. There would be no bruises from anyone’s punishing, drunk hands, too careless and harsh for Dazai’s liking. All of it would be replaced with Chuuya.
The pair’s tongues slid together in a practiced motion, Chuuya’s tongue gently prodding into Dazai’s mouth and tracing the roof. A soft, suppressed moan escaped Dazai’s mouth unexpectedly, but it only spurred Chuuya on. His partner quite enjoyed coaxing noises out of Dazai's normally loud mouth, which seemed to get unusually quiet in bed.
Sliding his hands upwards to encase Dazai within his muscly arms, Chuuya admired the other’s face. Dazai was somehow already looking beautifully wrecked, and they had just started. Soft pants escaped the brunette’s mouth as he struggled to get air back. A gentle, but noticeable blush coated his face, his eyebrows scrunching up and his face forming into a pout as he noticed Chuuya staring.
“Stop that.” Dazai bashfully turned his head to the side, attempting to escape from Chuuya’s gaze. However, he couldn’t get away that easily.
“Don’t hide,” Chuuya commanded, using his left hand to softly tilt Dazai’s face to where it previously had been. The ginger took his time taking in Dazai’s appearance, while the other let out small whines in protest. A soft chuckle left Chuuya’s mouth.
Chuuya had always savored every part of Dazai from the very first day they had met. Even the gory, rotting pieces of Dazai were cherished. The brunette didn’t know how Chuuya managed to look at him as if he was a diamond, shiny and beautiful.
“You’re the most beautiful man I've ever set eyes upon, Osamu,” Chuuya whispered into Dazai’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. Although the words were cheesy and cliche, they still made Dazai whine pitifully.
“Chuuya…” Dazai looked away from Nakahara's piercing blue eyes, still embarrassed from the words he had once so rarely ever received. The caring part of a relationship was still a new concept to the bandaged man.
“You are Osamu,” the redhead stubbornly insisted, running his hand down Dazai’s face, slowly stroking the soft skin. Chuuya would get Dazai to believe his words by the end of the night.
Before Dazai had time to come up with a retort, Chuuya was connecting their lips again.
The kiss was sloppier than the previous ones, the two seemingly growing impatient.
After a few more minutes of viciously making out, Dazai pulled away and almost desperately spoke. “More, Chuuya. I want more,” he demanded, hands moving up to Chuuya’s back and tugging him down even closer.
Dazai frequently had trouble expressing his needs, so Chuuya was happy to comply with his wishes. “Good boy,” Nakahara spoke in a raspy voice that drove Dazai insane. “Keep telling me what you want,” he commanded, leaning down toward Dazai’s bandaged neck.
The deep exhale from Osamu told Chuuya that he was doing well…
And Chuuya planned to keep doing just that.
Nosing up towards an area where Dazai’s skin wasn’t encased in bandages, the ginger quickly slid his tongue over the man’s pale skin to assess his reaction.
An unsuspecting gasp left Osamu’s mouth, hands clamping down into the fabric of Chuuya’s white T-shirt. He craned his head away from Chuuya, allowing his man’s hungry mouth more access to his neck.
The couple were both casually dressed for the simple date at Chuuya’s apartment.
Perhaps Dazai would’ve dressed more enticingly if he knew this was going to happen…
Chuuya was wearing a white t-shirt that fit extremely well, showing off his well-toned muscles and abs. Dazai would be lying if he said the sight of his boyfriend didn’t make him start salivating. On top of that, Chuuya was also wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that Dazai vaguely remembered gifting to Chuuya, shamelessly thinking of how well it’d make the other’s dick look. And damn, Dazai was right.
Thoughts flowing back to the grey sweatpants, Dazai slowly inched his hand over Chuuya’s ass then grabbed onto the fat of his thigh before slowly sliding his hand over to his half-hard dick.
The unexpected contact made Chuuya jump before letting out a hot, raspy moan. Dazai frowned when he noticed that Chuuya had jerked away from his neck. He always enjoyed admiring the marks that Chuuya had given him the previous night. “Mhn, shit Dazai, you could’ve given me a warning,” he scolded without much force behind the words.
However, the other male was way too focused on how the other felt in his palm through the layers of fabric to listen to the other’s complaints. Dazai slowly began to rub his hand over Chuuya, inspiring more grunts of pleasure from the other’s mouth.
The redhead returned to his previous position near Dazai’s neck to the other’s pleasure. Once he finished marking up the area above the bandages, Chuuya pulled away again. Slipping his finger under the layers of bandages and softly tugging, Chuuya questioned, “Off?”
After quickly pondering the question, Dazai hastily nodded, the need for Chuuya’s mouth to be back on him overtaking his mind.
“Tell me Dazai. Use your words,” Chuuya commanded, not moving his finger away yet. Nakahara knew that Dazai could easily end up being roped into something he wasn’t comfortable with if his consent wasn’t made clear, that much his past relationships made abundantly clear.
Although the demand made Dazai pitifully whine, sending his boyfriend a tiny glare for a few seconds, he obeyed Chuuya’s order. “Take my bandages off Chuuya. Now.” The brunette stuck out his bottom lip in a playful pout, just to make himself come off even more bratty.
His partner only rolled his blue eyes at the other. “So demanding,” he taunted. Although he reacted sarcastically, he was proud of Dazai for voicing his needs.
Quickly finding the end of Osamu’s bandages, Chuuya made swift work of the white fabric encasing the other’s neck. He unwrapped the bandages with care and eagerness to get them off.
Once the bandages were off, Chuuya pulled away and admired Osamu’s scarred neck. The ragged scarring from rope burns wasn't pretty, but there was no way that they’d deter Chuuya. Besides, they were nothing that Chuuya hadn’t already seen.
Banishing the bandages off to the side of the large bed, Chuuya returned to trace a single finger down Dazai’s neck, rubbing over more noticeable scars. Slowly, he took the rest of his fingers and added their weight to Osamu’s neck. Giving the other time to protest before he moved further, Chuuya waited patiently. Once the redhead was sure that no complaints would be voiced, he continued with his ministrations. Letting his long fingers wrap around the sides of Osamu’s neck, he slid his hand into place, locking Dazai’s neck, Dazai’s life, in his hand.
When Dazai realized what Chuuya was doing, his breathing sped up. With an experimental squeeze of the other’s neck, Dazai’s breath hitched even more, a choked moan coming from his mouth.
The glorious moment seemed to end way too quickly, Chuuya withdrawing his veiny hands from his throat.
The redhead then leaned down to start pressing more marks into Dazai’s skin.
Chuuya licked and bit at Osamu’s flesh like a starving man, smearing spit on the skin as he worked. A particularly harsh bite forced Osamu’s back off of the bed, a yelp dying on his lips.
“Fuck, Chuuya! More. I want more,” Dazai demanded, lusty hazel eyes meeting blue irises.
“Please!” Dazai whined, without giving the other a chance to respond yet. He tossed his head back into the pillows, brown hair messily spreading everywhere and hands clutching the sheets. Pleading eyes stared desperately up at Chuuya.
When Dazai looked at him and spoke like that, how could Chuuya possibly deny him?
Chuuya could feel his own resolve quickly slipping away.
The older male only took a few seconds longer to simply stare at the man below him. The brunette’s brown eyebrows were scrunched together, a wanting expression on his face. Before Dazai had time to complain, Nakahara moved.
His hands skirted down to the edge of Dazai’s sweater and questioning eyes peered up at Dazai. “Off?” he questioned.
“Off,” Dazai confirmed.
Slipping his well-manicured nails under Dazai’s shirt, Chuuya began to slip the fabric off.
The process didn’t go quite as fast as Dazai had wanted, lips pursing, the man obviously holding his taunts in. Dazai didn’t want to annoy Chuuya when he was this close to getting what he wanted.
As the sweater was rolled up and cool air hit his skin, Dazai began to feel oddly self-conscious, unconsciously squirming away from Chuuya’s gaze once again. The sweater wasn't all the way off yet, only rolled up to showcase his nipples, but Osamu could feel himself becoming nervous.
They were finally in what seemed like forever making progress, and he chose now to get nervous? He was the one that wanted this so badly in the first place.
Well, he didn’t necessarily choose to be nervous and self-conscious of his body . Dazai supposes that yes, technically it is his fault for imposing all of the self-inflicted scars into his otherwise semi-nice-looking skin. However, Osamu hadn’t chosen to be born a female, the scars under his nipples there as proof.
Although Dazai had become accepting and confident in his gender identity, he couldn’t stop the nervous shivers and thoughts that plagued his body.
Chuuya was gay. Yes, Dazai was obviously a man, and he passed quite well, but what if Chuuya realized that he wasn’t into Dazai’s body once he saw it? If he couldn’t even cherish his own body, then how could Chuuya?
“Hey.” Chuuya tapped on Dazai’s cheek twice. The tapping on Dazai’s skin was a grounding technique Chuuya had found that proved to be quite useful whenever Dazai seemed to be dissociating.
“Samu, I had to say your name three times. What’s wrong?” Chuuya’s eyes were adorned with care and worry for the other as he cocked his head questioningly at the other.
“I-I’m-” Dazai had trouble articulating the words and turned his upset stare toward Chuuya.
Taking the other’s face into his soft palms, Chuuya attempted to soothe the other to the best of his ability. “It’s okay darling. You’re with me,” he paused to press a gentle kiss to the other’s lips. “Can you tell me what your big brain is thinking about?” Chuuya earned a small scoff and a slight, lopsided grin for his wording. Chuuya smiled as well.
After taking a few steadying breaths, Dazai opened his mouth. “I’m trans,” he announced as if it was new information. Chuuya cocked his eyebrow at the other. That cleared absolutely nothing up.
“I-” Dazai cut himself off once again and let out an adorably frustrated whine. He shook his head rapidly in irritation and kicked his feet up and down a few times before Chuuya gave him a look.
“Chuuya, I have a pussy!” He cried out in annoyance, eyes widely looking up at Chuuya.
“...” A few seconds of silence passed before Chuuya burst out in laughter. “WHAT?” The ginger fell over on top of the taller male from his fit of laughter. It was Chuuya’s turn to kick his legs, curling up into a small ball of laughter.
Dazai squinted his eyes at the other, confused as to why he was laughing. It was not funny!
“Wha-” Dazai’s concern was cut off by Chuuya.
“I know idiot! You’ve told me this before and I’m obviously still turned on by you,” Chuuya unashamedly glanced down at his hard crotch, Dazai’s eyes following instinctively.
“But I-” He was cut off again.
“If that’s all you’re worried about, then stop it. I don’t care, dick or not, I’m fucking you,” Chuuya leaned in to whisper the last sentence, with hot breath, into Osamu’s ear.
Eyes wide, Dazai jerked away to look at Chuuya’s face, his own becoming engulfed in blush, a wave of pure, hot arousal coursing through him. Just from what they were about to do being spoken aloud had Dazai panting.
Relief soon flooded through Dazai’s system, his worries calmed by Chuuya.
“Just gotta make sure my baby knows he’ll be taken care of,” his smile matched Dazai’s now, the both of them shining their teeth at each other, ready to devour.
Unable to stop himself, Chuuya leaned back in for another kiss, nipping at Dazai’s bottom lip for access. When the younger complied, Chuuya wasted no time forcing his tongue into the other’s mouth.
After kissing for a few more seconds, Chuuya broke off with a yelp when he felt the other’s teeth clamp down on his tongue. “What was that for, asshole?” Chuuya exclaimed with indignation in his voice.
“I told Chuuya already. I’m getting impatient,” Osamu explained, voice deep, while licking and biting at his own lips.
Thank god for Dazai’s assertiveness, because even though he was attempting to go slow, Chuuya’s erection was beginning to cloud his mind way more than how he’d like. Or perhaps it was the simple fact that he had Osamu right where he wanted him, panting and ready to start begging underneath him. The mere sight of Dazai like that had Chuuya going absolutely crazy.
After a huff from Chuuya, he began to work faster.
Finally, Chuuya took off the godforsaken sweater that Dazai had been trying to get rid of all night.
Pale, white skin was revealed from underneath the sweater. You could almost see the jutting of Dazai’s ribs through his skin, but otherwise, the male appeared generally healthy. This was a definite improvement from how Osamu had looked when Chuuya and he first met.
Dazai had forgone the bandages that normally resided on his arms today. Beneath the soft fabric of his sweater lie several slashes, vertical and horizontal on Dazai’s wrist. They spanned from just a few weeks old, some still healing over, to years old. Chuuya pressed soft kisses into the scarred skin of Dazai’s arms. It was too sweet for Dazai, someone who was abused and damaged ever since birth.
The redhead’s hands moved on to skim over Dazai’s stomach. The other jerked away in a ticklish response. Dazai pouted at the other’s movements but kept his mouth shut.
Diverting his attention away from the man’s stomach, Chuuya focused his attention on the other’s nipples.
Small healed-up scars were noticeable under Osamu’s pink nipples, proof of the top surgery he had gotten done a few years ago.
Leaning down to admire the other’s body, Chuuya gently swiped his tongue across the scar under Osamu’s right nipple.
A choked gasp left the brunette's mouth at the unexpected touch.
Leaving the other no time to think about his previous movements, Chuuya continued. Pressing his tongue down flat against Dazai’s skin, Chuuya flicked his tongue over Dazai’s nipple, inciting a jerk from the man.
Desperate hands flew up to Chuuya’s head, not in the slightest hindering Chuuya’s wonderful movements. Dazai’s long fingers threaded through Chuuya’s lovely red strands of hair and he attempted to keep his panting as quiet as possible. (It didn’t work.)
“ Hah… God, Chuuya. Please ,” Dazai practically whines out the last word, and Chuuya is done for.
Without giving the other a response, Chuuya draws his head away from the mounds of skin. Dazai let out a quiet whine but didn’t stop Chuuya.
Slowly moving his hands down from Osamu’s chest to his stomach, to his hips, to his…
The pressure on Osamu’s clit through his jeans has him moaning and gasping out. Without thinking, he immediately grinds up against the touch, wanting more.
Chuuya gives him a cheeky grin and declares, “Needy.”
“‘M not! Chuuya’s just too good with his hands,” he argues, still shamelessly grinding up into the other’s hand.
“Oh, so you don’t want anymore?” Chuuya can’t help but tease the other.
Dazai glares up at the other with no real malice behind it. “That’s not what I said,” he mutters.
Chuuya smiles understandingly and brings one hand up to unbutton the other’s jeans. It’s a bit difficult to unbutton the pants with only one available hand, but Chuuya manages.
Once the pants are unbuttoned, Chuuya doesn’t hesitate to begin pulling them down. He very unfortunately, has to stop palming Osamu’s clit in order to pull down his pants, but he thinks that he’ll soon be forgiven. The knowledge that more pleasure will soon be coursing through his system doesn’t stop Dazai from letting out a pitiful whine at the loss of contact.
“Shh baby, you’re okay,” Chuuya murmurs, hands skimming over Osamu’s legs as the other’s whines lessen.
Chuuya can hear the hitch of Dazai’s breath as his hand nears his navy-blue boxers.
Upon further examination, Osamu’s boxers were absolutely soaked. Just from Chuuya’s hands touching him through his fucking pants. (Although Chuuya couldn’t argue that he wasn’t as equally aroused.)
Bringing his hand to the wet spot on Osamu’s boxers, Chuuya slowly ran his finger up the wet fabric, feeling the other’s folds through the material. When he, once again, reached Osamu’s clit, he made sure to push down with more pressure, making the other squirm helplessly on the bed.
After enjoying watching Dazai’s figure thrash for a few more seconds, Chuuya fucking finally took Dazai’s boxers off, leaving him completely bare in front of Chuuya.
Dazai was normally an extremely confident person, (at least he pretended to be) but he couldn’t help but get a little self-conscious being naked in front of someone who actually loved him, instead of just using him for his body.
Chuuya smiled knowingly at him. “What do you want, Osamu?”
To Chuuya’s surprise, Dazai already had an answer prepared for him.
“Let me take off your shirt.” It sounded like more of a demand than a request.
Chuuya quickly complied, shifting forward onto Dazai’s stomach. The younger’s arms were soon wrestling his shirt off.
“You want more, baby?”
Instead of spitting out a snarky comment, Dazai nodded.
“Okay.”
The ginger leaned over the other, giving Dazai a great view of his pecs. Osamu wasted no time running his hands over Chuuya’s abs, squeezing at his defined stomach.
Eventually, Chuuya shifted back down, having gotten whatever he was searching for.
Dazai glanced down to see that Chuuya had grabbed lube, and his breath caught in his throat.
Chuuya flexed his large fingers and looked back at Dazai, the action being hotter than it should’ve been. “This okay?” He tilted his head questioningly.
The brunette quickly nodded. “Yes Chuuya, please.”
Flicking open the cap of the lube, Chuuya didn’t waste time coating his fingers in the substance. He rubbed his fingers together to warm it, then moved his hand closer to Osamu’s entrance.
A tiny whine left the brunette’s mouth once Chuuya’s hand made contact with his folds.
Running his finger over the folds, Chuuya slowly slid his finger into Dazai.
Another whimper left the man’s mouth as he clenched around Chuuya, attempting to entice more of his finger inside.
The inside of Osamu was hot and wet, unlike anything Chuuya had felt before. He couldn’t wait to be inside of him.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Chuuya focused on Osamu’s comfort. “Good?”
“Mm, good. Gimme more, Chuuya,” Osamu requested, needy eyes looking up.
“Patience, darling,” Chuuya smirked as he taunted the other.
As he slowly moved his finger inside of Dazai to make sure he was used to it, Dazai ground down on it, more needy sounds coming out of his mouth.
“Mm, you really can’t wait, can you?” Another finger entered Dazai, the slight stretch making him groan.
“Shh,” Chuuya gently kissed his lips, experimentally curling his two fingers inside of Dazai.
“Ah!” The high-pitched moan unexpectedly left the brunette's mouth, making him flush with embarrassment. He quickly slapped a hand over his own mouth.
“Oh. Liked that?” Chuuya rasped, his unoccupied hand brushing over Dazai’s face and pushing his hair brown back behind his ear. “Then move your hand if you want more,” his authoritative voice spoke.
Dazai was torn between the options, but he quickly opted to remove his hand, forgetting about his embarrassment. Dazai nodded. “More.”
Before he could process anything else, a third finger was entering him, making the brunette softly cry out. The sounds he was making were now out of his control. The stretch was still a lot for Dazai, even with the lube making him slicker than he already was. Osamu was practically dripping, and Chuuya could feel it as well.
Chuuya’s fingers were longer and wider than his own, stretching him out more than his own fingers normally would, and it felt euphoric.
Dazai shivered at the thought of something bigger than Chuuya’s fingers entering him soon.
Three large fingers were soon slowly thrusting in and out of Osamu, and he was writhing on the sheets. Small moans were being coaxed out of his mouth every time Chuuya hit his G-spot.
Suddenly, Chuuya’s other hand was moving, and there were fingers massaging Dazai’s clit, making him mewl out. “Ah! Ah! Chuuya, please! Please, please, please!” He whined, panting out.
After spreading his fingers apart inside of Osamu for an extra stretch, Chuuya pulled them out, making Dazai whine in despair, as if Chuuya had somehow terribly wronged him. “Shh, I’ll be inside of you soon, babe. Just lay there all pretty for me right now.”
Hastily throwing his pants off, Chuuya stripped out of his boxers as well.
Dazai couldn’t help flicking his eyes down to get a good look at Chuuya’s thick, hard cock.
Smirking devilishly, knowing that Osamu was watching, Chuuya purposely dragged his hand slowly over his dick, stroking himself with his precum and Dazai’s slick. After giving himself a few good strokes, he drew his hand away.
Getting another impatient whine from Dazai, Chuuya hurried to slide the condom over his length.
After being sure to coat his dick in enough lube that it wouldn’t hurt Osamu, (he would thank Chuuya later, even though he was currently whining like a bitch in heat about it) he leaned back over the other man.
Quickly lining himself up with Dazai, Chuuya pressed the head of his cock to Osamu’s hole, not yet pushing in.
“Cmon! Chuuya, please. Cmon!” Dazai wriggled around helplessly, his arousal too heavy to handle being denied now.
Chuuya only smirked. (He was quickly coming to the realization that he loved seeing Dazai a complete begging mess underneath him.)
“Okay baby. Okay. You’ve gotta quit moving around so much,” Chuuya commanded.
He didn’t comment about Dazai’s unusual obedience, the man’s thrashing ceasing immediately.
“Good boy,” Chuuya murmured, giving Dazai’s stomach a kiss.
That’s when Chuuya felt it. Osamu was quivering with anticipation. He almost felt bad for dragging things out. Almost .
Another whorishly needy noise fell from Osamu’s lips, and Chuuya couldn’t deny him any longer.
He slowly began pushing his cock inside of Dazai, groaning at the sensation of his wet heat engulfing him.
“Fuck,” Dazai gasped out as Chuuya bottomed out inside of him. And god - Dazai felt perfect squeezing tightly around him. It was as if the other man was handmade for him, squeezing him in all the right ways.
“Yeah?” Chuuya could hear his own voice becoming raspier with arousal.
“It’s- Ah! So big, Chuuya,”
“Shit, Samu-” Chuuya pressed a kiss to his sweaty collarbone, “you feel so good.”
“You- ah! Chuuya feels so good too,” Dazai managed to gasp out, head feeling fuzzy already, pleasure engulfing his body. He slowly ground down onto Chuuya.
God, he felt so full and secure in Chuuya’s arms. He could stay like this, with Chuuya’s cock pressed into deep him, forever. Dazai was sure that Chuuya wouldn’t mind that outcome either, given the way he was panting above him.
“Can I move?”
“Ah, thought you’d never ask.” Dazai still somehow found it in himself to add a cocky remark.
The permission was clear in his voice, but Chuuya wouldn’t accept his answer. Grinding his dick into Osamu, he asked again.
Gasping out helplessly, Dazai’s legs jerked on the bed, his toes curling obscenely, and his beautiful face screwing up into an expression full of pleasure.
Chuuya smirked down at him. “What was that princess? Can’t speak up now?” His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle. He dearly enjoyed having the upper hand now, since he so rarely saw Dazai with all of his defenses down. It wouldn’t be right for Chuuya not to take at least a little advantage of the situation. He harshly ground his dick into Dazai’s cunt again.
The brunette choked on his own spit, tears now forming in his soft, hazy, brown eyes. “Ah!” More slutty, bit-off moans flew out of Dazai’s mouth. The redhead admired the mess of a man beneath him, blurry eyes he was struggling not to squeeze shut, and messed up hair from thrashing around. Chuuya was sure that Dazai had no idea how to form his words in his current state of mind, so he decided to have some mercy.
Stopping his grinding a bit, Chuuya allowed Dazai a chance to give him a proper response. “Osamu. Can I move?”
“God, Chuuya. Yes,” Dazai’s unsteady voice confirmed.
As soon as he received confirmation, the redhead gave a steady thrust into the soaking heat of the other.
The sound Dazai made was almost a scream.
The sounds he received spurred Chuuya on, the man steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts.
“How’s it feel Samu?”
“Good, good! So good Chuuya.” He couldn’t think of a higher adjective to describe it right now, but fuck , it was good. He was pushing back towards Chuuya, forcing his cock to grind even deeper inside of him.
Chuuya’s thrusts got harder. Unable to keep them open any longer, Dazai’s eyes rolled back inside of his head. His mouth parted open into a wordless moan. He couldn’t look any more fucked out.
Dazai’s entire body jumped when Chuuya reached down to rub his clit, drawing a desperate throaty moan from his throat. He rubbed the fleshy nub quickly, unable to keep a steady pace while his climax was approaching.
“AH! Fuck! Chuuya I can’t!” Dazai tossed his head back in pure pleasure. Looking at Chuuya’s face would be too much for him to handle.
“It’s okay babe. Look at me,” Chuuya’s hot, raspy voice commanded. He pressed hot kisses to Dazai’s exposed neck, making the other whine, before drawing back.
Without a mind to disobey Chuuya, Dazai’s eyes obediently opened.
Chuuya looked like gorgeous painting above him. His fiery red hair had fallen down from his ponytail holder sometime during the night and now it was splayed across his back with a few stray pieces falling over his shoulder. His beautiful blue eyes met Dazai’s and he couldn’t help but let out a small, desperate sob.
“It’s okay baby. I’ve got you,” Chuuya reassured Dazai, voice soft with what could only be deemed as love.
Chuuya’s pure, blue eyes enraptured Dazai, keeping his gaze captive. The care showcased in his expression felt as if it was scorching Dazai in the best of ways.
The sweat on Chuuya’s brow was visible as his eyebrows creased in a smile. Soft, low moans were coaxed out of his throat as he stared down at Dazai.
With an unexpected high-pitched whine, Dazai came, orgasm making him tense up around Chuuya’s still thrusting cock.
“Please Chuuya! Chuuya, Chuuya, Chu-'' The man’s name was chanted like a prayer, the only word Dazai could bother to remember.
The brunette’s mouth fell open in a gasp as waves of pleasure kept coursing through him, Chuuya fucking him through his orgasm.
Slick coursed out of Dazai, his whines becoming louder as he began to become overstimulated. His legs were shaking furiously, his body exhausted from such a good fucking. Chuuya kept thrusting into him, his own orgasm hitting, and Dazai wouldn’t have it any other way.
The redhead’s own eyes slid shut as he came inside of Dazai, the man’s hot walls encasing his cock, making him groan with pleasure.
“Mmm, shit Osamu,” he groaned, looking absolutely beautiful. Face screwed up with overwhelming pleasure, Chuuya had never looked better.
With a few more finishing thrusts, he slowly collapsed on top of Dazai, not yet pulling out, being careful not to crush the other.
After a few seconds of peaceful silence, Chuuya spoke, “God damn, that was good.”
Dazai snorted, “You got that right.”
The pair continued to bask in the afterglow, the scent of sex still heavy in the air. Their breathing was still harsher than normal, slowly coming down.
Dazai pitifully whined when Chuuya slid out of him. “Oh cmon,” the redhead scolded Dazai, “It’s not like my dick can stay buried inside of you forever.”
“Mm, wish it could,” the brunette retorted, rolling over onto his stomach, showcasing his round ass.
Chuuya licked his lips, staring at Dazai’s figure before him. Eyes shamelessly zeroing in on the other’s ass, Chuuya watched as Osamu’s own slick slowly slid down his thighs. The sight was almost enough for him to pop another boner instantly.
Whisking away that train of thought before his dick could take it and run, Chuuya leaned forward and pinched the other’s bottom, enticing a squeal from the brunette.
“C’mon babe, let’s get cleaned up,” Chuuya commanded, already manhandling the other up off the bed and towards the bathroom.
With a petulant whine, Dazai allowed himself to relax and be carried away by Chuuya.
Perhaps he could live with this tiny, annoying redhead in his life after all. He could live with this man taking care of him each and every day, being gentler with him than anyone had ever been before. He could live with Chuuya carefully washing his hair or gently kissing his scars. He could possibly be in love with Chuuya.