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This evening was going to be about himself.
For once, he would use his well deserved free time from the Port Mafia to focus on himself, his body, and his mind, cloudy with the overwhelming thoughts that screamed, “Bed!”
The click of the door shot him out of his head, finally back within the safe place of his flat, Chuuya rested his back against the fine wood with a heavy sigh. He let it seep into his bones, the relief of finally being home, and it made his sore muscles all the more tired and boneless.
His gloves creaked as he moved to take his hat off, letting it hang on the hat rack neatly placed at the end of the small hallway, where his shoes would be placed. Next, he bit into the pointer finger of his glove, pulling it with a small grunt, and it came off like silk. It was a slow process, taking his beloved gloves off. This was the signal that he was home, he was safe, safe enough to let down all his barriers and be able to call such a place his home.
Next, came the lights that dyed the living room and dining area in a soft red glow, almost light enough to be considered orange.
First, he would take a nice, long, and hot shower. Next, he would prepare dinner, he had been saving that steak for when he really wanted to sit and have a good meal. Then, he would further relax with a glass of wine, and a good book in bed. After all, the next day wasn’t so busy, Chuuya was allowed to spoil himself now that he had the free time to do so. Lastly, he would touch himself, in a way he wouldn’t expect others to. He would reach a high, an edge that made him arch his back sinfully and his toes curl so much that they’d ache.
Just the thought of it brought another sigh out from his lips, immediately making his way towards the bathroom.
From there, he stripped, dropping his clothes onto the marble counter, then folding them neatly to place in his laundry basket when he came out next. Once he was fully naked, he ran his hands through his fiery hair, letting the bangs that framed his face glide through his aching fingers. It was due for a nice wash, he thought as he pulled out some tangles and knots.
The shower turned on with a hiss, the knobs creaking as Chuuya set the temperature to hot, not enough to burn his skin, but just so that he could soothe his body. He kept one of his hands under the stream, feeling as the droplets went from cold, to warm, to hot. The glass door slid open as Chuuya pushed it aside, stepping into the stream.
Tiny streams of water ran down his body, relaxing his aching muscles and washing the dirt, sweat, and grime down the drain. It swirled down his neck, arms, back, and legs, giving him a relief he hadn’t known in almost a week.
He then placed his head under the stream, letting the soothing water run through his hair. His hands used as a parter to let the water catch other places. He then gathered his hair into his fist, and squeezed, a sudden platter of released water splattering onto the shower floor. A deep exhale of air passed through his lips, having felt thoroughly rinsed enough to start cleaning.
The hair always came first, he’d lather his soft locks in shampoo, using all of his fingers to rub it into his scalp. His nails rubbed soothing circles into his scalp, a pleased rumble leaving his lungs from the near buzzed feeling he got from it. He’d then swirl and pull his hair in different directions to make sure not a spot of hair was left uncleaned. It made the top of his head feel like a cloud, even more so when he knew he overdid it with the shampoo.
So, he turned, letting his back face the stream and tipping his head back, running his soapy finger through his hair to let it rinse. Each pass through his hair cleaned more and more of the suds, all until his hair was easy to go through once more. Then, he’d lather his scalp in a conditioner, scented like purple violets and pure vanilla. He wasn’t able to smell it now with the steam rising up from the floor, but he knew when he was out, he’d be able to smell it wafting through the foggy bathroom. He did the same thing as the shampoo, using his hands to rub the moisturizer into his locks. Once the conditioner was thoroughly rubbed through, he let it sit as he cleaned the rest of his body.
He’d do a once over with the body wash, scented lavender, making sure to scrub where the most sweat originated. Which, from how he’d fight daily, was almost everywhere. The loofah did a good job of spreading the soap, scratching at the aches in his skin, but gliding flawlessly across his body.
He did another once over, but this time with the bar soap, which left his skin soft to the touch, just the way he liked it. The bar soap was considerably harder than the loofah with body wash. It always had a tendency to try to slip from his fingers. But, he wouldn’t activate his ability, For The Tainted Sorrow, to stop it. Despite it having no backlash, nor giving him anymore aches, Chuuya still chose to let nature take its course if the soap decided to slip.
But, there were no accidents today, and Chuuya couldn’t help the soft smile that grew across his cheeks at the observation.
Once his body was then rinsed, he ran his fingers through his conditioned hair, letting the water run it down his clean body and down the drain with the rest of the suds.
He checked himself over, making sure there weren’t any dry spots that needed an extra cleaning. He found none, so he bent down, turning the knobs off with slippery fingers.
The shower turned off, and Chuuya was left in silence as he slid the glass door open once again. When he stepped out, his feet met the red padded mat, to save his aching soles from the coldness of the tile floor.
As he surveyed the bathroom, he wasn’t surprised to see steam had clouded the mirror and fogged up the counter with its vapor. He only bypassed them, and his clothes, to grab the fluffiest towels he had. He also grabbed his red wine robe for good measure (he’d get into his silk pajamas when he took a bath).
His hair was dried with the pink towel first, and Chuuya didn’t bother to survey himself doing it, as he’d done this a thousand times. He then wrapped the towel into a cone, securely around his head to keep his hair from dripping everywhere. Then, the second towel, beige, was rubbed all along his body, soothed greatly from the hot shower. Chuuya looked at himself in the mirror as he dried his back, happy to see his skin nearly shining from the overhead lights beaming down on him.
Then, he placed his robe on, tying the sash around his waist to make sure it stayed on. Flipping the switch next to the light, the ventilation came on, and Chuuya walked out as the steam was cleared out. He took out a pair of slippers from the drawer at his front door, the ones that prevented him from slipping. Making his way into the kitchen, he checked off the plans in his head mentally.
Now, came his second plan of the evening: dinner.
He filled a pot with very hot water, taking the bagged, frozen steak out of the fridge and placing it in the pot. While it was thawing, Chuuya reached into the hanging vegetable basket and took out some ingredients for flavor. Onion and celery always blended well, so he decided on a Steak and Vegetable Soup to wind down from his hard days. Carrots were then added into the mix, and he wagered whether to top it off with one of his celebratory wines, Cabernet Sauvignon, to complete the soup.
As he thought about it, he plugged his phone into the island set in the middle of his kitchen, decently sized, immediately choosing a playlist that was soft, peaceful, and would give him no rush to prepare his food.
Once melodies of violins and pianos drifted through the speakers set in the island, Chuuya got to work.
He diced up half of the onion, saving the rest for when he decided to make lunch tomorrow. Next, the celery was sliced into thin pieces, joining the onions in the mixing bowl. Then, the green part of the carrot was cut, moved off the cutting board to be thrown away later, and the carrot was chopped.
The stove turned on in the next moment, a pan bigger than the burner placed on top. Chuuya doused it in olive oil, lifting the pan to make sure it reached every part of the black surface. Then, he placed the vegetables on top, the sizzling of the slowly cooking vegetables pleased him greatly.
Moving back to the sink where the steak laid in the pot, Chuuya reached inside to feel the steak, using both hands to move it around and finding it thawed more than he thought it would. He took the steak out, placing the wet bag on the chopping board and emptying the pot in the next second.
Unzipping the plastic bag, Chuuya took out the steak, placing the tender meat on the chopping board. He was at a slight conflict with leaving the steak as it is, or chopping it up into fine pieces. Then, he quickly decided that fine pieces would suit him best, as he didn’t want any hassle tonight with chewing.
After stirring the vegetables, he grabbed a more thicker knife from the rack next to his fridge, slicing off the bone of the steak, then dividing the meat into sections to make it look similar to hamburger meat (which also sounded nice right about now). He forgone the usual salt and pepper seasoning, as he would add them when he was finished. Picking up the chopping board, he used it to slide the cut meat into the pan, causing an even louder sizzle to ease through Chuuya’s ears.
Now, he’d stir the pan as he was glancing at his wine collection at the opposite end of the kitchen. Changing his mind from the celebratory drinks to his more usual drinks, the ones that would be almost slow to getting him buzzed.
Leaving the stove for one moment to grab a Pinot Noir, he popped the cork with a screw, savoring the earthy smell that wafted through the rim.
He let the wine sit next to the stove as he surveyed the pan, all the vegetables near a golden brown, and the steak bits quickly catching up. Once they met Chuuya’s needs, he let the wine fill the pan slowly, going in a circle pattern to make sure only the outside was filled and not the inside, where most of the food was.
That’s when he set the stove to low, reaching up to his cupboard’s to grab a large bowl, along with some uncooked noodles and chopsticks. His last minute decision to cook noodles didn’t anger him in the slightest, in fact, it made his love for competition rumble within. Even if it was against himself, Chuuya loved a challenge. So, he grabbed the pot he emptied earlier, filling it with hot water and setting it at the back burner. He let the noodles rest in there once it started to boil, leaning against the island as they soon turned soft and disappeared past the rim.
He kept his eyes on the pan as well, making sure nothing burned as they both cooked. So, when he went back and lifted the softened noodles with chopsticks, he smiled as he announced, in his head, that dinner was finally done. The burners were then turned off.
First, the hot wine flowed into the bowl, then the noodles, then the rest of the pan. He stirred everything with the chopsticks, giving him a delectable mix of flavors, deliciously cooked and steaming.
Just for him.
He decided he would eat in the living room, underneath the kotatsu he had purchased for the cold, winter nights. He turned off the playlist in the kitchen, transferring it to the television that rested symmetrically on the stand in between his two bookcases. Filled to the brim with poems, novels, and short stories, Chuuya decided he would like to catch up on his poems once he turned into bed. For now, he let his legs bend slightly underneath the warming up table. He also slid the towel off his head, shaking his head to puff out his still drying hair. Putting his hands together, for the customary ‘thank you for this feast’, Chuuya picked up his metal chopsticks and bowl, ready to dig in. He picked up noodles, with the diced onions and some remnants of carrot on it, and bit into it with a very satisfied hum.
This is better than take-out any day.
As soft piano echoed throughout the otherwise silent apartment, Chuuya leaned onto the table, his elbows propping him up as he ate. The wine and vegetables blended together perfectly, as he thought they would. The noodles balanced out the vast flavors of the meat, and Chuuya could’ve sworn he’s never had anything better than this.
Before he even realized it, he was finished with his bowl, and he was drinking the rest of the wine from the bowl, his mouth at the rim.
Once again, after he placed the bowl down, he put his hands together, ‘thank you for this meal,’ and turned off the kotatsu. Two hours had gone by since he started cooking, as he read the clock that said, ‘11:42 PM ’.
Just as he did with his own body, Chuuya washed the dishes the same. Now, re-energized with a full stomach, he scrubbed away at the glass, metal, and scratchy surfaces of the pan. He never preferred dishwashers, they always left remnants of food on his silverware, and left a cloud of unclean on his beloved dishes. He never trusted them in the first place. So, he left everything to dry on the dish rack, as well as the extra rags he set out for the pot and pan to dry on.
As he dried his hands with a fresh dish towel, Chuuya stepped back out to the living room to look over the sections where his poem books were. He always tried to leave these in the order from when he first read them, but, shitty Dazai, always had a way of ruining his cleanliness. Which, he could clearly tell happened once more, from when he noticed that the book he was looking for, was gone.
He, Chuuya mused, was too relaxed to even get a slither of anger at the bastard that always threatened times like this.
But, it did irk him to pick up his phone and text the idiot. Knowing fully well he was awake at this time, Chuuya sent, “Me: Where the hell’s my book, stupid mackerel, I was planning on reading it tonight.” No later than he sent it, he got a reply from the idiot in question.
“( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) Bandaged Freak: ohhh, you were reading that??（￣へ￣）”
Chuuya rolled his eyes, picking up his phone with both hands, “Me: Of course I was, there was a very obvious bookmark in it. I’m not surprised that you didn’t catch it with your near-nearsightedness, bandaged freak.” Dazai would text him back in a few minutes, so he already poured himself a glass of wine, three-quarters filled so he could walk safely to his bedroom and not spill it anywhere.
His lips touched the brim, letting the soothing flavors of grapes slide across his awaiting tongue and down his throat. Chuuya knew he had a very low alcohol tolerance, so he didn’t take shots, like he usually would. With a glass in one hand, and his phone in the other, Chuuya made his way to his bedroom. He turned off the vents in the bathroom on the way, picking up his folded clothes to throw them in the hamper set at the end of the hallway.
Twisting the knob, Chuuya opened the door to his, surprisingly, clean bedroom. Not that anyone other than he, and Dazai were ever here. But, he remembered being in a rush this morning, sleeping in until he was nearly late to a meeting with the boss.
He groaned as he set his glass on the nightstand, cursing at the sudden change in events this morning.
A soft pop then went through the room, and Chuuya immediately looked down at his phone, reading, “( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) Bandaged Freak: that’s quite rude of you chuuya, even though I cleaned your bedroom and everything earlier!!! (⌣_⌣”) i believe a ‘thank you’ is in order for me, your maid σ(≧ε≦ｏ)”
Of course he’d break into his apartment, once again. Dazai was always armed with a bobby pin, just to fuck with him.
So, he got to typing, “Me: you aren’t getting shit until I get that book back, and it better be in the way that I had it, no creases or folded corners or it’s getting tossed at your head!” He then sat at the edge of the bed, toeing off his slippers and sliding fully until he was nestling in the middle of his bed, with his head on top of his abundance of pillows.
Another pop, and Chuuya let out a heavy sigh, “( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) Bandaged Freak: Don’t worry, slug, you’ll get your precious book back. You’ll just have to wait. (￣▽￣)ノ”
“Whatever the hell that means,” he huffed. He then turned off his phone, placing it next to his glass, and picking that up in return.
Sipping idly at the glass, he let the small buzz grow heavy now that he had nothing to occupy his mind with.
That buzz grew into him placing his empty glass next to his phone, which was, by now, making a terrible racket.
He pushed it to the back of his mind, like always when he was drunk enough to drown everyone out when all he could do was rant about how Dazai was such a bad partner.
With a sigh, he cleared his head of the thoughts of his partner, untying the sash around his waist to take the now warm robe off. He let it spill off the side of the bed, letting his naked body be exposed to the near warm air from his heater. Though, he couldn’t help the small chills that brought his arms close to his sides, hands tracing his thighs and stomach to cool the shivers that hardened his nipples and made his teeth clench with the bitter frost of the air.
That’s when his final plan of the night rolled into motion, his hand sliding up his torso, pecs, collarbones, until he let his fingernails trace along the sensitive column of his neck. He could feel the relaxed pulse right under his ear, beating calmly against his fingertips. His other hand rubbed circles into his inner thigh, close to the apex of his hip and leg. A soft groan left his lips, chest fluttering with nervousness at being alone.
It’s been a while since he’s done… more sexual acts, especially by himself. Other times, it was a mindless fuck with Dazai, just to take the edge off, or a simple stress relief they both needed.
Imagining Dazai touching him wasn’t an easy feat, but he knew it would prove to be much satisfying once he reached that high, if he did think it was Dazai making him feel so good.
Biting his lip, Chuuya set to work on reaching that goal.
Dazai always started from the top, mouthing at his jugular to get him excited. With a hint of teeth and tongue so the skin could grow red from the pinch of his canines. His fingernails were a proper substitute, but Chuuya did nothing more than scratch against those spots that Dazai was keen on marking up. The light trace of his fingernails racked shivers through his lithe body, a pool of warmth gathering in his gut to join the wine he drank a little bit ago.
Up and down, his fingers raised goosebumps along his neck, breath starting to come out a little unevenly. From there, he traced down his collarbone, making a move to trace the areola of his right nipple. It hardened, peaking in the air and the stimulation from his shaking fingers. Tugging at the nub sent a bolt of electricity that went straight to his core, his dick throbbing at the small pleasure that tore a gasp out of him.
Pursing his lips, Chuuya moved on, the hand on his thigh leaving, only for a moment, to feel his half hard cock from base to tip. Already, he felt himself leaking pre-cum onto his quivering stomach.
Not bothering to waste anymore time, he wrapped a hand around the chub, squeezing his hand into a fist around the base. A wavering groan left him, teeth digging into his lip as he stroked himself to full hardness. Using his own fluids as lube, Chuuya gave the reigns to his hand, twisting and pulling on his dick so much that he was almost mimicking Dazai’s movements. He never stuck to a pattern when it came to Chuuya, always wanting to surprise him and leave him wanting for more.
“Oh…” He moaned into the open air, his breath rattling in his lungs as his mind grew foggy with lust. Other than the too quick jerks on his member, Chuuya gasped out loud at the memories of Dazai’s dirty talk. How whenever he spoke, he always wanted to strangle him because of how quickly Chuuya turned pliant under just his voice alone. It was the little compliments, the rough edge of his usually composed voice, and the promises of more that had him quivering in minutes. Being called beautiful, lovely, pretty, did things that a mere good job wouldn’t do.
Biting back a groan, he couldn’t stop the arch of his formerly laxed back as he creeped ever so closer to the edge. Strong hips bucked into the lovely circle of his hand, the friction against his sensitive shaft, and even more sensitive tip, filled the air with sinful sounds.
“Come on, baby, give it to me. You’re doing so, so good…” He could hear Dazai now, praising him like he always did when he topped, and his hand jerked faster, harder. His hips were trying to force his hand to go faster, wanting to please him, Dazai, enough.
Moan after moan spilled out, his chest heaving with the breaths he couldn’t take. “Dazai… Dazai…” He growled, curling ever so deeper into himself, before the cord snapped.
Ribbons of white flowed out from his aching tip, and Chuuya whimpered at the exertion it took out of him. His breath came out in shudders, even more shivers racking through his body and making him grip his weeping dick tighter.
This continued until he fell back against his wet sheets, panting heavily. He could feel his cum cooling on his stomach and chest, along with the sweat that trailed down the backs of his legs. Bringing his hand up to run through his hair, Chuuya took a deep breath, patiently waiting for his heart to slow to a steady rhythm so he could take a bath.
Thump, thump, thump… it beat against his heaving ribs. His thighs giving small tremors and his core aching with a throbbing emptiness that left him whimpering. Every second that ticked by, as his breath slowly went back to normal, he could feel his resolve cracking piece by piece.
“My pretty baby, is that all you can do?”
Shaking his head against his pillow, he knew he so desperately wanted more.
Pushing himself to a sitting position, Chuuya swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He was stumbling as he made his way towards the closet, not from the wine, surely, but from his pent up excitement.
The door slid open with little sound, and Chuuya let his bare knees hit the carpet as he dug around through the neat sliders and boots.
‘I’ll have to thank him later for cleaning then,’ the redhead thought, using his nails to rip open the flaps and pull out the little pod with tape on both sides of it, along with the tiny remote.
He threw himself back into the bed with a needy groan, shuffling back until he was propped up on the headboard. Pinching the tape in his fingers, Chuuya pressed the pod onto the underside of his hardening dick, securing it with a hiss. It was cold, very cold, but the shivers that ran through his lithe body were anything but from the chill of the plastic object.
Turning his attention to the remote next, Chuuya set the dial to zero, and turned it on. The lower levels usually didn’t do much for him, but that was speaking from before he had a first orgasm.
Taking a deep breath to prepare himself, Chuuya turned the dial to three to start, immediately letting a groan escape him as the vibrations immediately shot straight to his core. His hips shook with the urge to thrust up into the pleasure, wanting more and more of the electricity flowing throughout his body. So, he cranked up the volume to a six, and a forced growl reverberated through his chest. There was an audible sound that shook with him, one that forced him to turn onto his side.
His breath came out in short pants, hot against his arm he curled under his head.
Mind swarming with endless fucks and shits, Chuuya took his lip between his teeth and mewled. It felt good, it felt so damn good.
“Enjoying yourself then?” A needy moan left him, hips thrusting up into thin air. God, oh god was he trembling, fisting the sheets with his free hand and clenching the remote in the other. He knew if his ability was activated right now, the remote would’ve been crushed underneath his grip.
“Chuuya, you’re doing such a good job. Wanna cum? Cum just for me?”
“Yes, yes, please let me cum…!” He sucked in a huge breath, letting it out through near pained cries. He ached so badly, his dick absolutely throbbing with the vibrations against it. He was so, so close, whether that was to orgasm or passing out, he didn’t know.
Just as he was about to crank the dial all the way to ten, Chuuya felt a presence behind him, and the remote was snatched away from his fierce grip.
“Hey-” The vibrator turned off, and he was suddenly trapped against a clothed chest.
“Relax Chuuya, it’s just me,” Chuuya froze once that familiar sultry voice rang in his head.
“You- what are you-” He choked on his words as the vibrator started up once more, intense vibrations immediately making him moan aloud.
Shame and embarrassment quickly crawled up his chest, a deep red flush burning his nose and ears. While Chuuya knew he could fully well push Dazai off and kick him out, he also knew that Dazai could fully well reduce him to pathetic whimpers and pleads for him to continue.
In the next moment, he did. Chuuya soon felt a nose underneath his ear, pushing his head to tilt to the side. Exposing his bare neck to the cold air and lidded eyes, Chuuya couldn’t suppress a shudder when a warm tongue trailed the expense of his neck. “D-Daz-” Once again, he choked on his words, the breath being forced out of his lungs as teeth dug into his pulse point.
“Shsh, Chuuya… you’re doing just fine.” Dazai purred into his ear, letting his arms release their hold on Chuuya once the redhead relaxed into him. His calloused hands pet down the shaking man’s body, tweaking a pearly nipple and opening his legs as much as his occupied hand would let him. The other male jerked, hands clutching onto both bed sheets and a crumpled blazer.
When Dazai turned his attention to the weeping dick down below, he took in a deep breath. “Already so close, Chuuya?” He kissed up the sweating flesh until he was practically on top of the whimpering man. Hands desperately clenched onto his arms, trying to force him down, but the vibrations quickly reduced him to pulls and low ‘please’s.
He knew he wasn’t going to get an answer out of him, so he bent down, giving the redhead relief as their lips finally met.
It wasn’t gentle, nor soft, it was rough, and full of teeth and tongue. Chuuya was too much of a biter, and Dazai was trying to take his breath away. If he wanted to let go, he was going to let go with someone he trusted. So, he cupped the back of Chuuya’s head, pushing him into the kiss with a soft hum.
Chuuya shuddered, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and hands tangling in messy brown locks. His hips bucked with as much leverage as Dazai’s body would allow. He wasn’t raising or lowering the level of vibrations, and Chuuya didn’t know if he wanted to scream or succumb to this cruel torture to his most sensitive organ.
When Dazai pulled back, panting from the long kiss, he looked into glossy blue orbs. Chuuya looked like he was barely there, which was exactly what Dazai wanted.
He turned the dial down to where the pod was barely felt, so Dazai had Chuuya’s undivided attention. “Look at you, Chuuya, all pliant and still for me.” He bit his lip, trailing his hand from the fiery locks to his jawline.
Chuuya whimpered, his chest heaving with shaky breaths and so much pent up arousal. He wanted to cum, he wanted to cum so so badly. When he felt Dazai’s hand at his jaw, he leaned into the all too gentle touch, a mewl hiding behind closed lips when he pod brushed up against him just right.
“Do you want to cum, Chuuya?” Dazai’s fingers teased the remote, flipping the dial up and down, letting Chuuya feel what’s about to come.
Chuuya bit into his bottom lip, forcing out a moan as the crest of orgasm was in his sights. Dazai was intent on making him plead for it, he knew. Following along with him was nearly instinct to him, and right now, he craved direction.
So, he caved in, whispering a broken, “please, please, m… make me cum, Dazai-” and before he could finish his sentence, Dazai gave him just that.
The dial was turned to its highest level, and nails scored down frail arms as the stimulation became too much for the smaller male. A keen broke through parted lips, hips bucking up into the vibrations that caused his orgasm. Spurts of white came from down below, and it once again coated Chuuya’s stomach in sticky fluids. With it, came his legs bending and his body trying to curl in on itself. With Dazai, it was an impossible feat, as he immediately blew into a routine as soon as Chuuya went over the edge.
When he could finally take air back into his lungs, the vibrator was off him, and he was cradled against an almost bare chest. Save for the bandages, Chuuya could feel the comforting warmth radiating off the lanky man.
During this routine, Dazai would stay with Chuuya until he either fell asleep, or was able to spell the alphabet backwards from Z to A.
Knowing this, at least in the back of his head, Chuuya let himself fall into Dazai’s embrace, closing his eyes to sink into the aftershocks of his pleasure.
He didn't register lips were pressing into his forehead until there was a hand at his jaw once more, turning his head to face the smiling brunette.
"Bath?" He asked, his thumb rubbing soothingly across Chuuya's cheekbone. He gave an affirmative hum in response, pressing closer to Dazai to let a soft kiss grace his jaw.
"Join me?" He already knew the answer before he asked, but he figured he'd ask anyways since they both didn't move an inch.
"Of course, baby." Another kiss was pressed against his forehead, and Chuuya was scooped up into Dazai's arms.
As he made his way to the bathroom, Chuuya felt his body thrum with a relaxed buzz, thankful that he got to spend the rest of his free evening with someone he trusted.