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"Why did I agree to this again?" Chuuya growled, hands fisting into the fabric of his pants. Somewhere along the way he'd ditched his vest and coat, leaving him in just his shirt and pants.
"You already wear that ridiculous choker, what makes this so different?" Dazai calls cheerfully, rummaging through Chuuya's closet for the damned box.
"It's different because no one's gettin' off on it, you bastard." He snaps, shifting his weight to his knees. "Do I have to kneel for this?"
"Yes!" Dazai hummed, turning around with the black box held securely in his hands. He practically skips over to the bed, sitting down with a bounce, he sets the box in his lap, fingers drumming against the lid. "This is a very special occasion! Let me enjoy this!"
Chuuya sighs, rolling his eyes back. "Again, why did I agree to this?"
"Hush doggy, it's time for the best part!" Dazai scolds, pulling the lid off slowly. He reaches inside and pulls out the black leather collar, testing its weight in his hands.
It doesn't look like some cheap sex prop, like he expected. It looks decently expensive— still cheaper than anything he could have bought, surely, but..
Dazai sets the box aside and scoots closer, hand coming to lift Chuuya's face towards the sky. "Stay still," he whispers, touch and tone reverent as he slowly wraps the collar around his neck.
Chuuya's eyes fall shut as the collar tightens, heavy around his neck. Dazai's hands linger for a long moment before pulling back. Dazai makes a sound, like the airs been punched out of him, and Chuuya can't help opening his eyes.
Dazai's eyes are wide and dark, pupils so dialated there's barely any of that warm brown. His breathing keeps hitching, entire body lined with tension. His hands shake from the urge to touch.
And.
Chuuya knows, objectively, that he's attractive. Knows it in the lingering stares, the fleeting touches, the smooth words uttered around him. But it's very rarely that Chuuya feels like something precious.
And Dazai's doing a damn good job of that.
"Stop staring, you ass…" he scowls, looking away. He feels the heat on his cheeks and shuts his eyes again, willing the world to swallow him up, before Dazai regains his voice and ruins the moment. "Just get on with it."
A quiet intake of air, a slight breath that could be called a laugh, and then.
"…oh, Chuuya,"
Hands cradle his cheeks, pulling him up and up and up—
Into Dazai's lap.
He swallows, throat tight. Hands wrap around his waist, pulling him tight against Dazai. Dazai hunches down, head resting against Chuuya's shoulder. He leans closer, lips brushing against Chuuya's ear,
"I am going to ruin you."
And Chuuya can't wait.