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“Oh my, you are too cute like this!”
Dazai glares at the man in front of him, tugging against the restraints that bind his arms. He doesn’t actually want to break them, but the show of struggle is a vital part of preserving his dignity.
It’s not out of the ordinary for Dazai to find himself in an unusual situation. Some people live more eventful lives than others, and Dazai is certainly one of those people. He doesn’t know if it’s a result of his personality, upbringing, or a mix of both; but either way, he’s come to accept the fact that he will never know what a normal week looks like. One day he’s manipulating a string of events to save the Agency, the next he’s getting his ass kicked for insulting the wrong person. His therapist tells him these situations are caused by reckless impulsiveness and a compulsive need to self-destruct. Dazai would argue that there’s nothing wrong with wanting to live life on the edge.
The current situation he finds himself wouldn’t be so abnormal if it weren’t for the person he’s with.
“So cute~” Nikolai sing-songs. “Cute, cute, cute!”
“Would you stop that?” Dazai grumbles. “You’re making my eardrums bleed.”
“How I love your compliments!”
He is tied to the headboard of a luscious, king-size bed in a room he does not recognize. Nikolai insisted on blindfolding him to take him here in order to maintain the “element of surprise.” When they first agreed to hookup, Dazai assumed they would be doing it in some shitty hotel. This place looks very upscale though, likely attached to a wealthy estate. It must be one of Fyodor’s homes.
Naturally, he has already been stripped naked. Nikolai barely waited for the door to close before he was ripping Dazai’s clothes off, only pausing to make sure the detective was okay with being exposed so suddenly. They had talked about bondage beforehand, so Dazai was unsurprised when Nikolai pulled out a pair of hot-pink, fluffy handcuffs. The clown then threw Dazai onto the center of the large bed, letting a pile of pillows break his fall. He kept his own clothes on as he climbed on top of the brunet to cuff him.
That led them to where they are now, with Nikolai straddling Dazai and looking at him like he’s a piece of meat to be devoured. Dazai didn’t expect him to be so aggressive(not that he’s complaining). He’s used to his partners getting a little rough but Nikolai is almost whimsical with the way he does it; it’s unlike anything Dazai has ever seen.
The clown runs a gloved hand down his side, relishing in the way the brunet shivers at the touch. Dazai had insisted that the bandages stayed on, but they didn’t cover as much skin as many would expect. Just his wrists, neck, and occasionally his thighs and torso. He wears extra when he knows other people are going to see him naked, so his ankles are covered as well today. That still left Nikolai with enough space to use against him, groping and stroking at the sensitive skin.
“I didn’t expect you to be so delicate,” Nikolai marvels. “You look just like a princess.”
Dazai flushes, fighting back the urge to break into a ramble about Snow White. Most people don’t bring up random fairytale stories in the middle of sex. Nikolai is already deranged, one of them needs to pretend to be sane for the night.
“That makes you my prince,” he says. “So c’mon, wake me up.”
“With a kiss?”
“Not quite what I was thinking. Have you read Sleeping Beauty?”
“Don’t be silly, that one also ends in a kiss.”
“In the PG version, sure,” he snorts. He hates having to dumb this stuff down for people, but at the same time he loves getting to talk about it. Oda used to love all of the niche facts he had to share about these stories.
Nikolai’s hands pause on his hips. “Are you saying there’s a version that doesn’t end with a kiss?”
Dazai grins. “In the original version, the prince fucks Sleeping Beauty.”
That was one of his favorite facts to share with people who have only seen the Disney movies. The look of mortification he receives never grows old. That was a particular story that Oda didn’t like as much, and every time Dazai brought it up he would ask him to talk about Cinderella instead. Oda could never remember the names of the characters though, so Cinderella always meant Snow White.
Nikolai gasps. “What an ungentlemanly thing to do! Does he at least take her out to dinner afterwards?”
“I don’t know, Nikolai,” he tilts his head to the side. “You tell me. Does Sleeping Beauty get a free meal later?”
He slowly raises one of his legs to rub against Nikolai’s crotch. He keeps the movement light, not wanting to ram into any unpleasant places.
The clown’s smile does not waver. “If Sleeping Beauty can be patient, then yes.”
Patient? Dazai doesn’t like where this is going. He’s always been the type to want it fast, needing his partners inside of him as soon as possible. He doesn’t really care how slow or fast they go after that, as long as he’s full. Patience has never been his strongest virtue.
Dazai twists against the restraints, attempting to sit up more against the pillows. Nikolai is heavy on his lap, so he isn’t able to move much at all. After a minute or so of trying, he gives up and flops back down.
He lets out a resigned sigh. “Just don’t waste my time.”
“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that,” Nikolai leans down to nip at his collarbone. “You won’t be bored for even a second.”
He’s had partners promise similar things before without following through, so he doesn’t get his hopes up. Dazai doesn’t consider himself a difficult person to please, but even when he puts the bar in hell some people insist on digging. Usually it was men like Nikolai who were overenthusiastic and too confident in their own mediocre abilities. He judges women less harshly, simply because he respects them more if he’s being completely honest; but he’s been with a few women who lied about their experience to impress him. One woman agreed to peg him despite never having touched a strap-on before, which was an unpleasant experience, to say the least.
Going in with low expectations isn’t very nice though, and it puts an unfair amount of pressure on his partners. He’ll give Nikolai a shot, maybe he’ll be pleasantly surprised. He’s been fucked dumb by both men and women that he initially underestimated.
“Do your worst.”
A predatory smile spreads across Nikolai’s face. “Are you aware of the stoplight system?”
“I’ve used it before.”
“Say red if you need to stop completely, yellow if you need to slow down or take a break, and green if you’re good to keep going.”
“Right,” he knows this part is necessary but he really wishes Nikolai would get on with it already. “The same goes to you.”
He wouldn’t normally keep up so much of a poker face, but Nikolai is still his enemy. When they’re together, he isn’t Osamu Dazai, he’s the Demon Prodigy. Alright, well, maybe not exactly. He’s fighting for good now, even if some of the methods he uses are questionable. The Demon Prodigy is a mask he will never have to wear again. But the mysteriously genius act he plays up around Fyodor is not far from the emotionless face he wore in the mafia. It’s a survival tactic, never let your opponent know what you’re really thinking. He can have fun with Nikolai, but he can’t let his guard down.
His eyes remain cold as Nikolai kisses his neck, mouthing at the small skin not covered by bandages. Dazai has always enjoyed giving and receiving kisses, but he’s picky about who he lets kiss him on the lips. He’s seen enough movies to know that lips touching should be something meaningful; even if it’s a stupid, childish thought to hold onto, Dazai wants at least one part of his body to have to be earned. He told Nikolai as much earlier, and though the clown looked a little disappointed he easily agreed to Dazai’s request.
“You look so helpless,” Nikolai teases. “My pathetic little prisoner.”
He brings a hand up to tweak one of Dazai’s nipples, making the brunet bite his lower lip to keep a noise from slipping out. His other hand is not-so-gracefully grabbing Dazai’s ass, though there isn’t much to hold onto down there. Every time Dazai tries to grind their hips together, the hand on his ass squeezes in reprimandment.
“Didn’t know you were into all that crime and punishment stuff,” he smirks. “Are we roleplaying now? Do you want me to pretend I’m getting arrested?”
“Ew, no,” Nikolai gags. “I’m not a Hunting Dog.”
“Are you suggesting that the Hunting Dogs are into roleplay?”
“Duh, why else would anyone become a cop?”
Dazai considers it. In the small amount of time he spent with Jouno, the man did seem a little too excited about tormenting people. He’s never slept with a police officer but he’s encountered enough of them to know they’re usually not the kindest people to be around. In fact, he has such a disdain for them that he’s struggling to think of them in a sexual context right now. It’s really killing the boner he was beginning to form.
“I see your point,” he says anyway. “What about The Guild then? What are they into?”
Nikolai’s kisses move down to his chest. He takes Dazai’s left nipple into his mouth, giving it a rough bite. The brunet can’t help but let his mouth fall open at that, releasing a breathy moan. Nikolai swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub, sucking and tugging at it. While he does this, he uses his fingers to stimulate Dazai’s other nipple. He continues this for about three minutes before pulling off with a pop.
“What are The Guild into?” He repeats, tapping his chin. “I wonder….definitely nothing normal. I’m thinking piss.”
Dazai is out of breath beneath him, nipples red and swollen. Still, he makes a face.
“Think of something nicer.”
“Not into that?”
“Are you?”
“Oooh, this could be a fun quiz! Take a guess~”
“Nevermind,” Dazai cringes. “Just think of something different for The Guild.”
Nikolai stares at the headboard very intently. He strokes his chin, seeming genuinely deep in thought. For a moment, Dazai regrets asking him to think of a different answer. It makes him feel very neglected. Just when he’s about to tell him to hurry it up, Nikolai blurts out an answer.
“Toys,” he decides. “Think about it, they’re all rich. It’s only natural to assume they would spend that money on self-indulgent things.”
It’s a boring answer, but Dazai doesn’t want to spend any longer pondering. He must admit, it’s clever and it makes sense. It probably would’ve been his first guess, though Dazai usually likes to challenge himself more with these things.
“Bravo,” he deadpans.
Nikolai moves down again, kissing his stomach. He’s ticklish there, a fact so mortifying that he devoted hours of training to learn how to avoid unwanted responses. In other words, he asked Odasaku to tickle him until he was able to control his laughter. It had been a fun day, one he can’t think of too often without getting sad. He can still recall Ango’s exasperated expression as he recorded their progress on a notepad.
Those thoughts are easily shaken out of his mind as Nikolai’s teeth scratch his side. His breath hitches at the contact, hips shifting involuntarily.
“Oh?” Nikolai grins. “Did I find a weak spot?”
“It’s not wise to gloat, I’m sure you have them too.”
“Hmmm, maybe you can find out later.”
The sheets are soft against Dazai’s sensitive thighs. His erection is pressing up against Nikolai’s chest, growing painfully hard under the contact. As much as he enjoys the kisses, he wishes Nikolai would hurry up and do something. When he said “patient,” Dazai didn’t think he meant he would take all day.
“Time for another quiz,” Nikolai announces. “What devious desires do the Port Mafia have?”
“BDSM,” Dazai answers, easily.
“Oh-ho, you answered that one so fast!”
He shrugs, a smug expression on his face. “These questions are boring though. I’m more interested in knowing what the Decay of Angels are into.”
That catches Nikolai’s attention, making him pause in his trail of kisses. He looks up, resting his head on Dazai’s hipbone. “If you guess correctly, I’ll touch you anywhere you’d like.”
His eyes widened at the proposition. With the way things have been going, he didn’t think Nikolai would grant him any sort of leeway. But here he is, offering to do anything Dazai asks. Except that isn’t what he said, he said he would touch Dazai anywhere. That question has a very obvious loophole, it still doesn’t mean he’ll give Dazai what he wants. He might decide to just poke the head of his dick before continuing with his previous plan. It’s a risky gamble as well, because the offer implies something equally clear.
“What do you get if I guess incorrectly?”
“Aw, you caught me,” Nikolai pouts. “It’s nothing extreme, I have a cute little toy I’d like to try out on you, that’s all.”
Dazai knits his brows. He’s being intentionally vague, but Dazai knows Nikolai won’t do anything he doesn’t like. They already talked about their hard and soft limits, and either of them can tap out at any time. He has nothing to worry about, so he might as well take the risk. He just hopes the toy isn’t a cockring.
“What are the rules of this game?”
“You have to guess three of my kinks correctly,” Nikolai holds up three fingers to demonstrate. “If you get one wrong, you lose. If you get all of them right, you win. Easy-peasy.”
That sounds like a cakewalk for someone as smart as Dazai. He’s practically cheating by playing a game like this with anyone other than Fyodor or Ranpo. There aren’t many who can match his intellect.
“Deal.”
“Ooh, fun!” Nikolai cheers. “We start now.”
“Obviously bondage is one of them.”
“Ding ding ding!”
He narrows his eyes. “I’m guessing you’re also into toys, seeing as you just mentioned wanting to use one on me.”
“I’ve given so much away,” he gasps.
Dazai contemplates the last one very carefully. He’s already gotten two right, so this last one will be the deciding factor. It could make or break how this night will end. If Nikolai openly admitted to giving things away, then surely that was a hint. The answer has already been given to him, he just needs to unveil it.
“You have a piss kink.”
Nikolai makes a buzzer noise, dragging his finger across his neck like he’s beheading himself. “Wrong! You lose, and I win.”
His stomach drops. There’s no way a genius like him could lose such a simple game. Maybe that’s just it, he over-complicated things and chose a risky gamble because he’s used to doing that with Fyodor. Or, maybe, Nikolai was smarter than he looked. He could have intentionally misled him. That can’t be possible though, there’s no way Nikolai is that bright. In order to do that, he would have to have planned this out from the beginning.
Damn it, he did the one thing he promised himself he wouldn’t do tonight; he let his guard down. He naively assumed Nikolai would be incapable of outsmarting him and now he’s lost. This is why he hates dealing with the Decay(Sigma excluded, of course).
The other man doesn’t even hesitate before jumping up and skipping over to the bedside drawer. There, he pulls out three items- a pack of condoms, lube, and a hot pink vibrator. Dazai’s shoulders relax a bit upon seeing that the toy Nikolai brought is something that will bring him pleasure rather than something meant to punish. They would have had to end things right here and now if Nikolai pulled out a flogger instead.
He throws the items onto the bed, on Dazai’s right side. He pulls off his gloves before getting back on the bed, petting a hand through Dazai’s hair to fluff it up a bit. When he sits back down, he places Dazai’s legs around his waist.
“Color?”
“Green.”
“Good,” his eyes sweep over Dazai’s bare form hungrily.
It occurs to him then that he’s completely naked while Nikolai is fully clothed. Normally he would feel more self-conscious, but Nikolai happened to catch him on a good mental health day. Granted, he would have rescheduled if he was in a bad mental state today. His therapist has been encouraging him to speak up for himself more, and to approach these situations as safely as possible. She claims that he’s “emotionally fragile” and needs to “take better care of himself.” Dazai doesn’t see any value in stating the obvious.
The sound of a bottle uncapping catches his attention. He watches as Nikolai coats his fingers with lubricant, making sure to pour enough to make the incoming intrusion comfortable. He lets the liquid warm up before bringing his hand down to Dazai’s hole. The first finger slides in with little resistance.
Nikolai raises an eyebrow. “Slut.”
“Does that bother you?” He asks, not really caring.
“Dos-kun is tighter than you.”
That is….something he did not expect to get so insecure about. Whether it’s the comparison, the fact that he was compared to Fyodor specifically, or the fact that Nikolai is bringing someone else up right now, he isn’t sure. Perhaps it’s a mix of all three.
There’s something in Nikolai’s voice that he can’t quite place. It almost sounds like resentment. Dazai and Fyodor are so similar, and yet so different in all the ways that matter. Dazai will never be Fyodor himself, and it is possible that that is just now occurring to Nikolai.
“Go fuck Fyodor then,” Dazai groans as a second finger enters him. “Instead of wasting my time.”
The next thrust of Nikolai’s fingers is intentionally rough. “It just so happens that Dos-kun is busy this week.”
“And I’m the next best thing?”
“Not at all,” his visible eye glints. “I like you for other reasons. You’re so cute and pathetic, I could just eat you up.”
Dazai squirms uncomfortably at the confession. Nikolai’s attention is the last thing anyone wants, he is overly obsessive about the things he likes. Becoming the object of his desire would just put Dazai on another person’s hitlist. It wouldn’t be that much of an inconvenience, but the Agency is trying to enjoy their small period of normality after their last run-in with the Decay. Technically, the Decay disbanded, but Dazai has his doubts about the truth of that statement. At the very least, he knows Sigma is no longer associated with them.
“Why don’t you get on with it then?”
“As much as I would like to tear you apart, I doubt you would enjoy not being able to walk for the rest of the month.”
Dazai gapes. “On the contrary, I think I would like that very much.”
Nikolai giggles, sliding in a third finger. “You might as well shove a log up your ass. Dos-kun complains about it every time, he says no one needs a dick as big as mine.”
Shame forgotten, Dazai’s mouth waters at the claim. He’s always had a thing for partners with large cocks(as he assumes most people do). He couldn’t even be embarrassed about it, because the sight of a big dick was enough to entirely shut his brain off. He owned a number of large vibrators, dildos, and buttplugs but none of them could ever compare to the real thing.
Now that he thinks about it, he can’t really blame Nikolai for calling him a slut. If being a slut gets him split open on Nikolai’s dick, he will gladly play that role.
“Can I see it?”
“Not yet,” he winks. “But if you’re good, I’ll think about it.”
Dazai whines. He wants to be good, he wants to be so good that Nikolai decides to reward him with his cock. He’s already fully hard just from his fingers, he’s sure he could come untouched if Nikolai really fucked him.
When Nikolai decides he’s ready, he pulls his fingers out and wipes them carelessly on the bed sheets. Dazai tenses with anticipation, eyes glued to Nikolai’s crotch. He can see the outline of his dick through the loose pants the man wears, and that’s enough for him to be able to tell Nikolai wasn’t lying. It’s clearly erect, and it makes an unmistakable lump through the fabric. Dazai licks his lips, legs subconsciously spreading wider.
He freezes when he feels something plastic against his entrance.
Right, he forgot about the vibrator.
“Color?” Nikolai asks.
“Green.”
Slowly, he starts pushing the vibrator in. It’s not that big, but it still creates a good stretch that makes Dazai’s head feel a little floaty. He cries out when it presses against his prostate, which makes Nikolai grin like he just hit a bullseye. He leaves it there, pushing it forward more so that it goes all the way in. Just when Dazai thinks he couldn’t possibly have any more tricks up his sleeve, Nikolai pulls out a small remote.
“This one comes with multiple settings,” Nikolai explains. “So I can keep surprising you.”
Dazai nods, not really taking in the words. “Uh-huh.”
Nikolai lets him rest for a few minutes before turning the vibrator on to a randomized setting. The pace is irregular and unrelenting, starting off strong with an immediate ambush.
It becomes impossible for Dazai to hold back his noises, releasing a series of breathy, whiny moans. He can’t stay still either, yanking at the handcuffs and thrusting his hips into the air in search of stimulation. He could still escape or tap out at any time, but he would never want to. This type of torture is delightful, he never should have doubted Nikolai.
The clown leans over him to run a hand down the side of his face, deceptively soothing. He smiles down at him, eyes adoring. His voice is soft when he says:
“Dumb slut.”
The brunet whimpers.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” Nikolai frowns. “Is it too much? Can you not handle it? I can turn it off if you want.”
“No!” Dazai cries.
Nikolai laughs. “Okay then. But, surely, this isn’t enough for a whore like you. Don’t you want something bigger?”
Dazai nods rapidly, eyes pleading.
“Too bad.”
He makes a confused noise in the back of his throat.
“I’m going to make you beg for it.”
Of course, he should have seen this coming. From the moment Nikolai told him to be patient, the direction this night would take was already decided. That must have been the kink he missed earlier. Fuck, it was so obvious. How did he miss that? The thought is thrilling though, making him impossibly harder. Nikolai would never make things easy for him, and Dazai wouldn’t have it any other way.
Nikolai clicks the vibrator to the highest setting, making Dazai’s entire body jolt. “You can come,” he says. “But you won’t stop coming until I decide so. And you won’t get my cock unless you ask for it nicely like a good boy.”
He hates this, but loves it at the same time. He feels so conflicted right now, not sure if he should hold onto the remains of his dignity or give in. He wants Nikolai’s dick so badly, but he isn’t sure he would be able to look him in the eyes again afterwards.
“C’mon,” Nikolai coos. “You can do it. Put that dull brain of yours to good use.”
Dazai shakes his head.
“No? That’s fine, you can come with the vibrator then. I’ll go ahead and take care of myself.”
His hands move to undo his pants, and Dazai’s throat goes dry.
He takes his time with it, undoing the button and then slowly dragging the button down. He isn’t wearing underwear, which explains why the outline of his cock was so visible. When he pulls it out, Dazai feels the final threads of his sanity snap.
It’s ridiculously huge, at least nine inches. Thick too, so much so that if Dazai were to wrap a hand around it, his fingertips probably wouldn’t touch. He gulps at the sight, breaths deepening. He’s sure his pupils are blown embarrassingly wide right now, but he couldn’t care less.
Nikolai moans as he starts stroking it to the sight of Dazai falling apart beneath him. His head is thrown back, mouth hanging open. Despite the amount of clothes he’s wearing, he does not sweat, which is odd because Dazai is burning up right now.
Dazai finds himself mesmerized by the way Nikolai’s hand glides up and down his dick in languid motions. A bead of precum spurts from the head onto Dazai’s thigh. Nikolai doesn’t hesitate to swipe it up with two fingers holding them to Dazai’s lips.
“Suck.”
Dazai eagerly opens up, running his tongue over the two digits like they’re his last drops of water in the desert. It tastes concerningly sweet, almost like something you would eat at a carnival. Still, he drinks it up obediently. He mourns the liquid as soon as it’s gone, craving more.
The fingers stay in his mouth, just sitting there. Even Nikolai’s skin tastes sweet, a flavor he quickly identifies as bubblegum. It’s alarming and addicting all at once, and Dazai cannot get enough of it. Nikolai watches him sternly, an unspoken order in his eye.
Suddenly, Dazai no longer cares about his dignity.
“Please,” he begs, words slurred by Nikolai’s fingers.
“What was that?” Nikolai presses his fingers down on Dazai’s tongue. “You need to speak up.”
Tears well in Dazai’s vision as he tries to form the words, choking around Nikolai’s fingers. He can’t remember the last time he felt this frustrated. Every time he tries to speak, Nikolai shoves his fingers down his throat or grips his tongue. Saliva spills down his jaw, making him feel- as Nikolai would put it, “pathetic.”
Finally, Nikolai grows tired of his sadism, pulling his fingers out to let Dazai speak.
“Please,” he whimpers. “Please fuck me. Fill me up, breed me, fucking own me just get your cock inside of me.”
A beat of silence. The air in the room suddenly feels thicker.
“Breed you?” Nikolai exhales. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be judging other people’s kinks.”
He didn’t mean for that to slip out. Sometimes, when he’s caught up in the throes of passion, Dazai forgets himself. He says whatever comes to mind with little regard for what the consequences might be. Coincidentally, it is in these moments that Dazai is most honest.
His voice is small when he speaks. “Please.”
It would be humiliating for Nikolai to turn him down after making him beg like that. The thought is thrilling.
“If you insist~”
Nikolai turns the vibrator off and carefully pulls it out, setting it aside. Dazai is taken aback by how empty the sudden loss makes him feel, biting back a whine at the lack of sensations. He doesn’t have to wait long to be filled up again though, because soon enough Nikolai is reaching for the condoms.
Before he can fully think his next action through, Dazai grabs his wrist.
“Don’t.”
Nikolai pauses. “Seriously?”
“I asked you to breed me,” Dazai reasons. “Do it properly.”
“You’re such a dirty whore,” he sounds absolutely delighted. “Are you clean?”
Dazai nods affirmatively.
“Excellent! I am too.”
Foregoing the condom, Nikolai spreads a good amount of lube onto his cock. Dazai is already stretched out from his fingers and the vibrator, but with Nikolai’s size it will still be a stretch. Thinking about it makes Dazai feel a mix of excitement and nervousness, hands clenching by the headboard.
His shoulders are starting to get a bit sore from being in the same position for too long. Oh well, he can get a massage tomorrow. Maybe Kunikida will pop his back if he asks.
He doesn’t hold back a moan this time when Nikolai lines himself up with his entrance. The feeling of the tip poking him in such a sensitive place is enough to have him drooling. He spurts a flow of precum onto his stomach. If Nikolai notices his desperation, he doesn’t say anything.
He pushes in steadily but not entirely gentle. Every inch makes Dazai’s brain grow fuzzier, until all he can do is make little punched-out gasps as he’s impaled. He feels dizzy, like someone put his brain in a mixer. He wants to come so badly, but at the same time he couldn’t care less what happens to him as long as Nikolai keeps him full.
Once Nikolai bottoms out, he gives both of them a minute to adjust. He grins as he looks down at Dazai’s fucked out state.
“Did I already fuck you stupid?”
“Just move already,” Dazai slurs.
Nikolai chuckles. “Such a dumb little thing. So cute. I wish Dos-kun would let me break him like this, he’s got a bit of a stick up his ass. Something you two have in common, eh?”
Even like this, Dazai manages to glare.
“I much prefer you both when you let me stick something else up there. I think you two secretly like it better that way anyways.”
He doesn’t deny the accusation, although he can’t speak for Fyodor. He’s never seen the two of them go at it, all he knows is that they sleep together regularly and Nikolai is a bit obsessive about it. Murder is involved, apparently. Now that he has the image in his mind, he’d quite like to catch them in a more….intimate setting. Perhaps they’d even let him join. He’ll have to ask Nikolai about it afterwards- carefully though. The clown might have a possessive streak, and Dazai would hate to set him off while they’re both vulnerable like this.
Nikolai starts to pull out halfway, giving an experimental thrust. Dazai shivers, clenching around him. The only warning he gets of what’s to come next is a smirk on Nikolai’s face.
The pace he sets is erratic, chasing his own pleasure and taking Dazai along for the ride. His grip on Dazai’s hips is bruising, most definitely leaving marks. Dazai looks forward to seeing them when he wakes up.
He’s already so close that it doesn’t take long before he finds himself on that familiar edge. He already had to beg for Nikolai’s dick, so he doesn’t think it’s selfish of him to finish without warning. He comes silently, his entire body trembling with the force of it. Nikolai doesn’t let up in the slightest, fucking him through his orgasm until Dazai is overstimulated and twitching.
“Dirty fucking slut,” Nikolai laughs, hysterically. “Coulda given me a heads up.”
Dazai has no response for that. He’s too busy letting himself be used like a ragdoll, tormented with the onslaught of pleasure it brings him. He’s too worn out from his first orgasm to get hard again, but he enjoys it nonetheless.
“Such a needy bitch,” the clown grunts. “And so easy. Dos-kun makes me work for it.”
They’d talked in depth about what they were okay with beforehand, including dirty talk. Nikolai enjoyed degrading people, and Dazai enjoyed being degraded, so the name-calling is appreciated on both ends.
“C-close,” Nikolai chokes out. “Still want me to come inside?”
“Yes!” Dazai pleads. “Breed me like the bitch I am.”
He moans, loud and wanton. “Yeah, I’ll breed you alright. I’ll fuck my cum so deep inside of you that it’ll stay there fo days. I’ll put you in a cute little dress afterwards and watch it spill down your thighs during dinner.”
And Dazai wants that so, so badly. Nikolai has a bizarre way of phrasing things that scratches a deep part of his brain. He could listen to Nikolai say horrible things about him all day.
A few more thrusts and Nikolai is coming deep inside of him, painting his walls white. The feeling of Nikolai bursting inside of him is incredible, so much so that Dazai starts to wonder if they could go a second round. He’ll need these handcuffs removed for that though.
When Nikolai finishes, he collapses on top of him. They both take time to catch their breath, panting against each other. It’s a little awkward since they’re still connected but it feels weirdly intimate. Sometimes Dazai can get a little stuck in his own head when his partners get rough with him, so it’s nice to have softer moments like these. It reminds him that, as strange as things are between him and Nikolai, they both have a basic level of respect for each other.
He doesn’t have time to linger on it though, because his brain feels like soup. He should have known Nikolai would be this good, it would have been nice to go in prepared. He can’t really complain though, it was a nice surprise. They’ll have to do this more often. Speaking of which….
“Hey, Nikolai?”
“Hmm?”
“What weird shit is Fyodor into?”
The clown looks up at him, a mischievous look on his face. “Let’s ask him after dinner.”
“Dinner?”
“Did you already forget?” He runs a finger down Dazai’s side. “I still owe Sleeping Beauty a meal.”