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Everyone has their own secrets. Things they hold close to their heart, too ashamed to say them out loud. And as everyone, Chuuya has his own secrets too. Some of them are really stupid, like how he always carries the little bunny keychain that her little sister gave him in his wallet or how he has a soft spot for cute animals. Some of them though, get more suffocating the more time he keeps them to himself. One good example of it, it’s how he has been concealing his love for his housemate for almost three years by now.
He is walking home, his right hand fiddling with his keys as he looks at the last story Dazai has posted. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, just Dazai having a coffee in the college cafeteria with some friends this morning. Still, his heart flutters a bit inside his chest.
Dazai looks comfy and pretty, the pastel pink cardigan falling from one of his shoulders. His hair is so fluffy and Chuuya wants to touch it so bad.
He has always been the type to confess once he realizes his feelings, but Dazai is a special case. He is cunning but goofy, playful but lazy. A constant enigma in Chuuya's life that has been capturing him in his net more and more with the pass of the time. His presence is alluring and Chuuya always wants more of him. However, no matter how much he wants to kiss Dazai or play with his hair, it would never change that Dazai is not into men.
It’s not like Dazai has ever come to him and say he was heterosexual, actually Dazai barely talks about his love and sexual life, but Chuuya has never seen him showing interest in any man and Dazai has had a few girlfriends when they were on their first year. They were kind and funny and they seemed a good match to Dazai. Chuuya has always wondered what happened to them, he only knows that at some point halfway through their first year, Dazai had a bad break up with his girlfriend at that moment, and since them, he has never known anything about Dazai dating anyone at all.
Which is completely fine, Dazai has no need to tell him when he dates or fucks with someone.
It’s just that… they have been spending a lot of time together lately, and maybe he is fooling himself but… god, he is just so tired of hiding his feelings. He has lost the count of how many tall lanky brunettes he has fucked with and the last thing he wants is to pounce on Dazai and see how his feelings are crashed.
He lets out a heavy breath as he stops in front of his apartment door and opens it. At this hour, Dazai should be home already, he has decided to give him a small surprise, usually Chuuya would have classes in the afternoon, but this time they have been canceled.
Closing the door slowly, he walks to their living room expecting to find Dazai sitting on the floor covered with a blanket as he works on some college homework on his laptop.
He is not there though. Weird.
Chuuya frowns and sighs, he could have gone with his friends to some place, it’s not like he knew Chuuya would be home anyway…
So he walks again, this time approaching his own room, when a muffled sound reaches his senses and makes him freeze in place.
“Chuuya…”
Alarms sound loudly in his mind.
Okay, he is just horny right? Maybe Dazai is asleep in Chuuya’s bed and talking in dreams? With a really seductive voice? That was not a moan, Chuuya is just imagining things.
“Ah!”
Fuck, that actually sounds like a moan.
His hand is shaking a bit as he grabs the doorknob, and blood is starting to go south with all the nasty thoughts that are crossing his mind at the moment.
‘Dazai is not jerking off in my room, Dazai is not jerking off in my room.’
Indeed, Dazai is not jerking off in his room.
He feels breathless for a second before he gulps, hard.
He is losing his mind. His thoughts can’t keep up with the erotic sight in front of him.
Dazai is kneeling on the floor in front of his bed, his clothes discarded around his room except his oversize shirt, unbuttoned but still on. His face is pressed against the mattress, his arms on top of it hiding his expression as his hips moves up and down, his moans muffled while he bounces in a dildo.
A really huge dildo.
What the fuck?
He is sure not even him has a dildo that big. Oh my god.
He is getting hard on his pants now. And Dazai hasn’t realized he has entered the room yet.
“Chuuya-”
“Dazai”
Shit. Why he has answered back!!!????
It looks as if the time has stopped passing, Dazai’s body growing completely still before he slides out of the dildo.
Face turning slowly to look at Chuuya and he can see the fear on his eyes.
“Youarewrong!”
The words come in a sudden. And he is sure Dazai can notice how stupid he sounds, a little panicked, denying something he hasn’t even given Chuuya time to ask.
And it’s weird, because he has never seen Dazai doing an expression like this and sounding so stupid and maybe he shouldn’t be laughing his head off in front of a bewildered Dazai but this scene has nothing to do with the type of stuff he thought Dazai would be into and it’s so funny.
“Wha- what’s funny!?” He is offended and Chuuya is trying his best to not laugh even louder.
“I- I’m sorry—“ He tries to calm down.
“Aren’t you… mad?”
“Mad? Why? Because you are fucking yourself in a dildo while you are moaning my name?” He says it out loud and laughs again. “No, I’m not. This just surpasses for a lot the crazy shit I’ve seen you done.”
Dazai takes a long breath, “You are not angry.” Searching for a confirmation.
“No, I’m not.” He smiles widely and sits on his bed, next to where Dazai’s arms are still resting on the bed. “I wouldn’t even mind looking as you finish, only if you want though.”
Dazai looks shocked for a second before he smiles back. “Oh~, so you like looking~~?“
“Hm~ depends, but I would like looking at you for sure.”
“Ne, Chuuya,” the little blush on his face is extremely enticing, “would you like to join me instead?”
Fuck. He has no right to look that beautiful while saying something like that oh my god.
Chuuya holds his breath, this is starting to sound too much as one of his wet dreams, and he seriously hopes it’s not a dream.
“Are you sure?” His tone is uncertain.
He is not expecting Dazai to drag his tongue over his lower lip, confident, his eyes sparkling a little with mischief.
“Since Chuuya always say I talk too much, why don’t you just shut me up?” So fucking smug.
Maybe Chuuya is a weak man after all. He has won many street fights on his life, but right now he can feel himself losing to Dazai’s sweet temptation. He is not going to back down though, not when he wants Dazai so much.
Dazai lifts his arms from the bed to let Chuuya space to sit in front of him and Chuuya silently accedes. He gulps instinctively at the view of Dazai sitting in front of him.
From this angle he can see way more than from where he was sitting before. Now, Dazai is kneeling between his legs, his body thin, his ribs slightly visible and his nipples erected from arousal. God, he would love to find out how sensitive those nipples are.
Still, his attention is more focus in the obscene sight between Dazai’s legs. His cock red and hard, some droplets of precum leaking out of the tip, and Chuuya delights himself in the view, his cock is more prominent in length than girth and it just suits Dazai perfectly.
He has imagined Dazai like this many times before. Still, none of his thoughts can surpass the confident smirk on Dazai’s face as he raises his hands to the zip of Chuuya’s pants, his expression seductive as he begins unzipping it.
Chuuya tries as best as he can to keep his breathing relaxed, Dazai’s fingertips moving along the hem of Chuuya’s boxers, his eyes fixed on the bulge his hard cock is making against the fabric.
Dazai licks his bottom lip, and Chuuya’s mind immediately fills of images of that pretty mouth around his cock. He can’t believe Dazai is really planning to suck him off.
There’s a bit of hesitation on Dazai’s actions before he finally grabs the hem and pulls down, Chuuya’s cock quickly springing out, proudly hard against Chuuya’s stomach. And Dazai seems to hold his breath for a moment before he moves one of his hands to carefully touch Chuuya’s dick.
His eyes like beautiful amber jewels, open wide, looking almost with something akin to curiosity. Breath fills his lungs and Chuuya holds it for a moment as a sudden realization creeps up to the surface of his mind, reaching consciousness.
Dazai’s fingertips trailing over a vein of his cock makes it twitch at his touch.
“This is the first time you touch a cock aside of yours.” He says it as a confirmation and Dazai nods slowly, there’s no reason to hide his lack of experience in a situation like the current one.
Dazai keeps moving his fingers up and down, delicately, not completely sure where he should start.
“And? How is it?”
“I don’t know, it’s different.” He shrugs and then whines. “God, you are thick. Is this where your lack of height went to?”
Chuuya snorts. “Asshole.” He doesn’t sound really annoyed though. “Do you know how to do this?”
Dazai doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he circles Chuuya’s cock with his hand, his thumb going to rub at Chuuya’s slit, spreading the precum over the cockhead. And Chuuya has to restrain a hiss because of it.
Dazai’s face forms a small smile. “Yeah, I saw girls doing it before.”
Ah right, his ex-girlfriends.
Chuuya nods. “Then, you already know what to do with your hands. Be careful with your mouth though, relax your throat and breathe, don’t gag.”
“Yeah.” He is not paying attention to Chuuya anymore though, his hand grasping more firmly around Chuuya as he starts bumping it up and down.
Chuuya’s hands, previously resting still on the mattress, grip at the fabric now, gasping at Dazai’s touch. A smile appears on Dazai’s face, his eyes looking up at Chuuya’s, half-lidded, seductive but cunning, as if he was trying to lure Chuuya into his trap, prepared to get everything he can from Chuuya now that he has received permission to do it.
“I’ve thought about doing this so many times.” He sighs contentedly, his long elegant fingers stroking along his cock slowly, his fingertips rubbing slightly on the skin, Chuuya’s cock painfully hard as Dazai keeps dragging his hand almost with devotion.
“I’ve imagined this cock fucking into my mouth and making me choke on it…” he says as he moves closer, whispering the last words directly to Chuuya’s cock, and then pressing a kiss softly on the head.
His cock twitches, his breath gets caught on his throat, and his eyes are fixed in the beautiful pink lips barely brushing his hot skin.
“Dazai you-“
“I always wondered how you would feel and taste.” He gets interrupted, his words cut short by Dazai’s.
He doesn’t have time to resume his words as Dazai opens his mouth, his tongue licking the precum on Chuuya’s slit, almost shyly and too slow. And Chuuya moans loudly, a shiver goes through his body as his hips thrust a little forwards, Dazai’s hand gripping his length tighter to stop his movement. It makes Chuuya whine, trying with all his will to not grip Dazai’s hair and fuck his mouth until he cries.
Well, maybe Dazai would like that.
Fuck.
“Hmmm” Dazai hums, his head tilting to the side, an expression of curiosity, as if he was trying to name the taste of Chuuya in his mouth.
“It’s good.” He says after a moment, nodding to himself. “I can get used to it.”
Chuuya feels dizzy, his mind drowning in a mess of emotions. But still, some part of him decides to snort at the statement.
“I can’t believe you.” A smile wide on his face.
“What part? The part that you taste good or the part that I’m on my knees for you?” his eyes glitter with mischief, the words are serious but his tone is light.
However, it’s enough to clear his mind a little from his arousal and make Chuuya pick up better on their current situation. A question raises on his head and his mind isn’t fast enough to stop his mouth of saying it out loud.
“Ne Dazai, why were you doing something like this in my room?”
His questions is followed by silent.
The muscles on his thighs clench a little as Dazai starts dragging his fingers along his cock again, this time with no intention of jerking him off, but just as a way to occupy his hands as he gathers his thoughts.
Chuuya would really prefer him to occupy his hands with anything else instead of making Chuuya’s cock become even more sensitive than it already is, but his attempt of snarling dies in his mouth as Dazai starts talking.
“I’m not sure when it started, this feeling… it was at some point in our first year. And at first I thought I was just confused because you were so hot and your stupid fixation on using tight jeans was driving me crazy, but… the more I got to spend time with you and the more I got to know you better… you just took control of my mind.”
His eyes were unfocused, sunk in his own thoughts.
“And then I began to think about you, when I was jerking off and even when I was having sex. I ended up having bad break ups with all my last girlfriends because they always reproached me how I didn’t seem to be really interested in being in a relationship with them.” He sighs. “I don’t know, they all were very attractive and really cool but... I guess my feelings were with someone else without realizing it myself.”
Chuuya doesn’t know what to respond to that. Not to the sincere tone and words, probably the most honest and raw confession he has heard from Dazai in all this years.
“And then, I was single and with 24 hours per day to think about you.” Dazai’s mouth descends again, pressing a kiss on Chuuya’s cock. “And I started thinking about how it would be to date you, how it would be to hold your hand and kiss you.”
Chuuya’s breath becomes unsteady again, Dazai using his tongue to leave kitten licks on Chuuya’s cock.
“At some point I started thinking about how it would be having sex with you. I was curious about how it would be to suck a cock or be fucked by one. I daydreamed about you pressing me against a wall and fucking me until I couldn’t remember my own name. That’s why I started to buy sex toys trying them on me and seeing what things I liked the most, trying to imagine it was your dick and not some plastic dildo. I felt so horny every day, as if my hormones were as rampant as they used to be when I was a teen all over again. You’ve never helped with the way you always like to walk around home half naked, you know?”
Dazai’s licks becoming wider, running his tongue over a vein from the base to the head, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking.
And Chuuya suppresses a moan, his eyes closing for a moment before he opens them again to see Dazai trying to get more of his cock into his mouth.
Fuck.
Weren’t they talking? Is he really going to restart sucking him off just like that?
He senses Dazai trying to relax around him, the wet heat of Dazai’s mouth numbing the rational part of his mind.
If Chuuya is honest with himself, he isn’t really that much interested on having such a serious conversation right now either. If Dazai wants to be fucked until he cries, Chuuya can help him with that.
“Come on Dazai.” His right hand grips Dazai’s hair, keeping him on his place, Dazai engulfing half of his length. “Open that filthy mouth a little more. Breathe through your nose, baby.” Chuuya tests the waters, wondering how far he can push Dazai without overstepping any boundary.
To his delight, Dazai shudders and moans around his cock, his eyes closed now, as if he was completely at Chuuya’s mercy. His hips moves back slightly, rubbing his ass against the huge dildo behind of him.
God, this is something Chuuya thought he could only experience on his lewd dreams. But he knows now Dazai wants to make them all come true as much as he does.
He looks in awe as Dazai tries to keep his breath in control, his mouth taking more of Chuuya’s cock, his tongue rubbing against the sensitive skin of his length, playing with the slit and savoring his precum. And Chuuya relaxes his grip, starting to gently pet Dazai’s soft curls instead.
“That’s it, you are doing so well. Relax your throat, pull out if you need. You don’t need to hurry, you just need to make this cock warm, you can do that, right? Osamu” he whispers the words softly but they hit Dazai with full strength and soon he is moaning again around Chuuya’s cock.
Chuuya ends up being too late to properly warn Dazai as the brunette tries to suck more of him eagerly, a few inches more disappearing inside Dazai’s mouth before he backs down suddenly.
Dazai coughs, his hand coming to his mouth and covering it while he tries to calm. Chuuya can see saliva glistening around his lips, Dazai uses the side of his hand to clean it once his breath becomes more constant. And he moves his hand on top of Dazai’s head again, stroking soft strands of hair. “It’s fine Osamu. You just have to be more careful, I know you can do it, kitten.”
His words get the expected response, and Chuuya sees in delight as Dazai presses his thighs together, trying to get some friction as he whines softly, desperate to obey.
“Yes, I’ll do better Chuuya.”
“Of course you’ll do, you are such a good boy.” And Dazai closes his eyes, his head pushing against Chuuya’s hand to encourage him to pet his hair more.
A kitten indeed.
“Osamu, I have an idea, would you listen to me?” he keeps his tone low, his words soft and it works perfectly, Dazai becoming more and more willing to hear any of Chuuya’s requests. As if he knew Chuuya would take good care of him (and that’s exactly what Chuuya is planning to do).
Dazai nods, various times, so pretty and obedient. Chuuya really wants to wreck him with pleasure.
“I’m sorry baby, I should have been more understanding with your needs.” He says as his hand descends from Dazai’s hair to his face, cupping his cheek as Dazai looks up at him from his kneeling position.
“You are so open down there right? So needy to be fucked properly, on your mouth, on your pretty hole.” And Chuuya bends, words falling as a seductive enchantment. And then, he presses a kiss softly on Dazai’s nose, Dazai’s slightly glassy eyes opening widely at his actions. “I’ll give it all to you Osamu. But first, why don’t you go down on that thick dildo again? Wouldn’t it feel better to have your hole nicely filled instead of having it clenching around emptiness?”
Dazai whimpers. “… I want Chuuya.”
“Yes Osamu, and I promise you I’ll fuck you so good none of those sex toys will never again satisfy you as much as I’ll do.” He runs his thumb along Dazai’s bottom lip. “But before that, I want this clever mouth to suck me off. You can do that right?”
“And then you’ll fuck me?” he whispers.
“Yes, I’ll do. I’ll fuck you as many times as you want. We live together after all.” This time he presses a short kiss on Dazai’s swollen lips, trying to show Dazai how serious he is about this.
It seems to work.
“Then Osamu, please start with getting that fake cock inside you.”
Dazai nods again, opening his legs. One of his hands searches support on Chuuya’s knee as the other moves between his legs to grasp the huge dildo he was using before Chuuya entered the room. His legs shake slightly as he raises his hips and positions his hole over the thick shaft.
And Chuuya’s own length twitches painfully, repressing the need to jerk off as he sees Dazai descending slowly on the big dildo, in one motion, his ass so open he has no problem getting it all inside at once.
God, he really is a size queen. Fuck.
Dazai lets out an happy sigh, almost sounding as a moan, finally taking the full dildo inside. His whole body seems to jerk a bit at that and Chuuya wonders if he is going to cum just like that.
His mouth is open and panting and Chuuya knows a better place that pretty mouth could be instead of trying to grasp air.
“That’s good, Osamu, now you need to fill your other hole remember?” he makes it sound as a command, but soft enough to make Dazai know he could refuse if he wants.
Of course Dazai doesn’t want to refuse, his pupils are dilated, barely any brown can be seen in his eyes anymore as he bends his body forward, the hand between his legs raising to grab the base of Chuuya’s cock.
“Chuuya is gonna be good and fuck my mouth now?” there’s some cheekiness on his voice, extremely pleased by the current situation.
It makes Chuuya smile.
“Yeah, but first you need to get this cock down your throat.”
Dazai pouts even though he is already moving closer to his dick. “Chuuya is so mean, putting so many requirements.”
“It’s what you deserves for entering someone else’s room without permission. If you had asked I could have joined you sooner.”
“Then,” He looks up at Chuuya with an arrogant smile. “I hope Chuuya joins me every day from now on.”
Still looking at Chuuya as he takes the head of Chuuya’s cock inside his mouth, sucking it in a sloppy way, his tongue leaving kitten licks on the skin, making it more wet, his precum blending with Dazai’s saliva.
“I’ll do. I’ll fuck you so much you will feel empty without my cock.”
And Dazai moans, taking more of his length inside, this time slower, bobbing his head in and out.
“I’ll spread you on your bed every time you come back from college and reward you for your hard work, I’ll make you sit in my cock while we watch films together, I’ll let you ride me every time you win a game at Mario kart and I’ll eat your ass every time I win. I’ll give you everything you want, Osamu.”
And Dazai moans around his cock, the skin glistening as he pulls out and dives in again.
Soon, he is taking more of Chuuya’s cock than he did the previous time. And Chuuya feels his cock being pushed down Dazai’s throat, Dazai trying to relax around him. He feels in Heaven, his cock is warm inside Dazai’s wet cavity, and Dazai looks so pretty like this, his nose almost touching Chuuya’s belly, some tears gathering in the corners of his closed eyes and his cheeks showing a pretty shade of pink. He is ethereal and Chuuya feels extremely satisfied at the sight.
“You have done it, baby I’m so proud of you. Taking my dick in your throat like the good boy you are.”
He strokes Dazai’s hair slightly.
“Why don’t you bob your head a little more? Make sure you are used to my full length inside before I begin fucking this dirty mouth of yours.”
And Dazai does as he is told to do so, he takes Chuuya’s cock down his throat various times, his ass grinding against the dildo in his ass, trying to get some stimulation from behind.
And Chuuya stares in awe, Dazai’s swollen lips around his hard dick, swallowing his length eagerly. He looks lost in his own pleasure, enjoying the weight of Chuuya’s cock in his mouth, and Chuuya loves seeing him like this. So enthusiastic.
Shit.
This is it, right? It’s going to happen, he is going to fuck his best friend’s mouth, the mouth of the man he has been in love with, for the last three years.
He tightens his grip on Dazai’s hair in the exact moment Dazai swallows his whole length again, keeping him like that, Dazai moaning around his cock.
“Are you ready Osamu? To get your mouth fucked for the first time?”
He only receives a small whimper in response, Dazai’s hips still humping the dildo in his ass but keeping his mouth motionless, perfectly relax around Chuuya as if it weren’t the first time he has had a dick so huge down his throat.
Chuuya moves Dazai’s head backwards until Dazai’s lips only touch his cockhead, and delights himself in the way Dazai stays still obediently, his mouth open and his eyes close, waiting for Chuuya to push him in again.
“Fuck, you are so good kitten. I’ll make sure to reward you after this.”
And for the first time, Dazai head and upper body wriggles a bit. Chuuya is too busy smiling to scold Dazai.
“Remember princess, you are not allowed to cum until I fill your eager mouth first.”
And he pushes Dazai’s head down his cock again, his hand holding Dazai’s hair and his hips raising from his sitting position on the bed as best as he can, to thrust into Dazai’s welcoming warmth.
He was worried the rough grasp on his hair would hurt Dazai, but he just gets a muffled moan around his cock, Dazai’s throat contracting a little at the sudden intrusion but relaxing again soon, being replaced by Dazai’s moan, his throat vibrating around Chuuya’s cock as Dazai produces that sound.
He represses the need of cleaning the tears that have gather at the corner of Dazai’s eyes, waiting calmingly for Dazai to relax completely around him again before pulling him back by his hair again. Chuuya supporting his body with his other hand on top of the bed to thrust his hips better this time, pushing Dazai’s head down at the same time, making Dazai shallow his cock.
He keeps doing this for a few more thrusts before he starts building a pace. And he knows it would probably be easier in other position but he doesn’t want to bother with those type of things now.
Dazai’s hands are holding tight onto Chuuya’s legs, some tears falling from his eyes while he sobs and moans, he tries to get use at the new pace the best he can and tries to drag his tongue along the underside of Chuuya’s cock, trying to pleasure Chuuya too instead of being just a warmth hole. And Chuuya lets him do so, all learning and practice is good for Dazai right now and if there’s something he has learnt in all these years living with Dazai is that he is an extremely fast learner.
He is sure Dazai will give him the best blowjobs of his life at some point in the future, and he’'ll make sure to teach Dazai everything he knows about it.
“You are such a cute kitten, licking the cock in your mouth even when it’s ramming your throat. You’ll get so good at this love”
And the word slipped unintentionally of Chuuya’s lips, not realizing until a few seconds later what his traitorous and horny mind has made him say. He feels his heart beating fast on his chest as Dazai opens his teary eyes slightly, looking up at him even though his sight is probably too blurred right now. Chuuya’s cock throbs inside Dazai’s mouth as the taller moans imploringly and Chuuya’s body shakes as a reaction, interrupting his pace for a moment before he restarts.
He feels more in the edge now. His thrusts become more desperate, Dazai accompanying them with one of his sweet sounds every time he hits the back of his throat, his grasp on Dazai’s hair loosens a bit as Dazai tries to meet Chuuya’s thrusts, taking him as deep as he can and in no time Chuuya is cumming down Dazai’s throat. He moans pressing Dazai’s head against him, making sure Dazai shallows all his cum.
And he does, such a great little kitten, he drinks all of it as his own body shakes brutally, an indication of Dazai’s own orgasm.
Dazai cums, untouched, and coughs a little after Chuuya has finished pumping his cum into Dazai’s mouth.
He pets Dazai’s hair as both ride the afterglow of their orgasms, letting space for Dazai to pull out of his cock. Chuuya sees as Dazai coughs a couple of times more, his tongue cleaning the cum on his lips and immediately rubbing the side of his hand over them. He uses the other side of his palm to clean the tears on his cheeks and eyes and breaths, deeply, a few times.
Chuuya just waits patiently for Dazai to process everything that has happened between the two of them in the last hour or so.
“God, for a moment I thought I wouldn’t be able of taking it all.” and his voice sounds rough, clearly from Chuuya’s treatment.
“Yeah, that happens sometimes.”
Dazai nods. “Wow.” and he sighs at the same time he says it.
“Dazai, how was it?” He really needs to know if Dazai enjoyed it, doing something like this.
“Good, I like it a lot.” His fingers are touching his throat probably feeling it sore, but he sounds sincere though, his eyes looking up to meet Chuuya’s, as to reassured Chuuya of his words.
“I’m happy then.” He moves his head closer, his hand still stroking the curls of Dazai’'s hair as he gives Dazai a soft kiss on his swollen lips. “I was worried it could be too much. I don’t think you are used to something like this in sex.”
Dazai easily understands he is not exactly talking about the blowjob now. He hums a little before answering.
“It was not the first time Chuuya does something like this right? With all the pet names and the dirty talk…”
“Yeah, I have done something similar a few times before.”
“Ara~~” and Chuuya can’t restrain from blushing a bit at the way Dazai smirks at him. “A few times, uh? Chuuya is such a bad liar~”
Chuuya snorts. “I’m sure you have done your own amount of dirty things with other people too, though.”
This time Dazai’s smiles softens. “Yeah, but I’ve never been the center of it.”
It makes Chuuya smiles back. “Well, now you can be, as many times as you want too.”
“Oh~~? Is Chuuya such a kind soul that he is going to pamper me every time I want~~?”
“Hm~ as long as you act like a good boy, I’ll do of course.”
Their heads draw in.
“And if I not?”
Until their lips are almost touching.
“Then, I’ll make sure to discipline you.”
“So exciting~”
Their lips touch softly before it turns into a fight, their mouths moving against each other eagerly, trying to steal as much as they can for the other, Chuuya tasting his cum on Dazai’s mouth and tongue. Dazai’s hands moving to hold Chuuya’s cheeks as to keep Chuuya in place. And Chuuya lets him do so, at least for a bit, letting Dazai bite his lips and dip his tongue on Chuuya’s mouth.
It doesn’t last a lot though, as Chuuya moves one of his hands to Dazai’s hip, that is rocking back and forth on the dildo inside of him.
Chuuya only can smile as he grips Dazai’s hip tighter, pressing him down to sit completely in the dildo, Dazai breaking the kiss to moan loudly against Chuuya’s lips, his hips trying to jerk in vain.
“That’s unfair.” Dazai lips shape into a cute pout as if that could affect Chuuya right now (not that it hasn’t had effect before).
“It’s not, as if I would let you keep me still just for kisses while you were trying to get yourself off in that dildo of yours.”
“But Chuuya~, I want more~.” He stops his whine halfway, blinking a few times before smiling smugly. “Ne Chuuya, didn’t you say you’ll reward me?”
“Hm~~, did I?” He tries to sound cheeky, but he can’t hide completely his surprise as Dazai moves his hands from his face to wrap his arms around Chuuya’s neck. He can almost feel Dazai’s smirk against his skin as Dazai draws closer and talks.
“Come on Chuuya, there’s another place I would like you to cum in.” And Chuuya’s whole body shivers, Dazai whispering the words near his ear, trying to lure Chuuya into his trap.
Fuck, how can he say no to that?
Like this, he is basically bent in half, his torso touching his own thighs, Dazai keeping him down by his neck as Chuuya keeps him down by his hip. Dazai doesn’t make a move to change their positions so he is obviously waiting for Chuuya to take the initiative.
And Chuuya is not as stupid as to reject such an invitation.
He lowers his other hand at Dazai’s hips too, Dazai growing still for a second before renewing his job at nuzzling languidly on Chuuya’s neck.
Somehow, if you ignore the dildo Dazai is sitting down at the moment, this whole scene could be interpreted as very domestic, his hands on Dazai’s hips as Dazai nuzzles (almost lovingly) against him. It’s also familiar in some way, they have snuggled up together many times while watching movies and shows, Chuuya has taken it as his task to get a blanket and put it around them, letting Dazai’s usually colder body, to steal some of his heat.
But this is different though, Dazai is not cold, Dazai is burning against him. And he is going to embrace Dazai as always, no matter if he gets scalded.
He presses his own nose against Dazai’s hair, nuzzling the soft curls and slowly dragging his hands along Dazai’s sides, feeling the younger sighing delighted on his neck. He greedily enjoys their proximity for a little more before talking.
“Then, you know you need to lift up from that sex toy of yours, right?” He makes it sound like a question but he really means it as a request. Dazai seems to catch the true message behind Chuuya’s words easily, and Chuuya silently mourns the loss of proximity as he moves away to let Dazai space to slide out of the dildo.
Dazai’s eyes find his own and Chuuya decides to take the next step, his hands going back to Dazai’s hips and coaxing him into standing up, Dazai understanding Chuuya’s intentions and lets Chuuya lift him and guide him into his lap.
This way, Chuuya has to lift his head to look at Dazai (too much to be comfortable but he can deal with that just to have Dazai sitting on his lap). Dazai seems to understand what he is thinking, his arms wrapping around Chuuya’s neck and his lips pressed to Chuuya’s forehead.
“Hm~, such a chibi~.”
“Asshole.” It lacks its normal bite, in fact Chuuya feels embarrassed hearing how affectionate his voice sounds.
That’s fine though, he has no reason to hide his feelings anymore.
His hands move around Dazai and soon his palms are caressing Dazai’s low back, his cock twitches in interest in the small space between their bodies as Dazai arches his back a bit. His eyes lay on Dazai’s pretty pink nipples, erected and so close to his face now that he has pushed his chest forward.
Chuuya uses his hands to press Dazai closer to him and they both groan at the same time, their cocks slightly rubbing together and he doesn't need to tell Dazai anything as he moves on his own, grinding his hips forward against Chuuya's growing erection.
His hands wandering along the soft elegant lines of Dazai’s back under the thin fabric of his shirt, his mouth soon finds his place on Dazai’s chest, pressing a kiss on his sternum before starting to leave wet kisses on the skin around Dazai’s nipples. And he enjoys the way Dazai pants over him, pushing his body against Chuuya, his skin feels hot under Chuuya’s hands, and he lets out a moan of his own in the moment Dazai tights his embrace around his neck and head, crying out, pushing Chuuya’s head more against the nipple Chuuya has just wrapped his lips around.
“Ah! Chu- Chuuya, yes! Please-.”
Feels as if a siren was singing for him, so beautiful and angelic. Dazai’s presence surrounding him, numbing his rational thoughts. He keeps moving his tongue around the nub, licking it and circling with his tongue. And Dazai’s body shakes involuntarily a couple of times at his ministrations.
God, he loves the loud gasp Dazai makes as he sucks tenderly on pinkish skin. He didn’t expected Dazai to react so much but he also knows this is probably the first time someone has tried to touch his nipples likes this.
Their cocks are completely erect against each other now, some of Dazai’s harsh thrust makes him hiss between his teeth, Dazai appears to be lost in his own pleasure by now, desperately grinding against Chuuya’s cock and smothering Chuuya’s face against his chest.
However, as much as he loves feeling Dazai enjoying himself, he doesn’t want Dazai to cum so soon, not with Chuuya still out of him.
“Osamu.”
His words are muffled against Dazai’s chest and the taller man doesn’t seem to pay him attention until Chuuya decides to pinch his sides, the sudden pain making Dazai’s body grow still for a bit, enough for his mind to process Chuuya’s words.
“...what.” He moves backwards to look at Chuuya’s face and his mouth forms a cute pout, clearly unhappy of being interrupted.
The skin around Dazai’s left nipple shines a little with Chuuya’s saliva, and his mind relishes in the idea of leaving the other in the same state.
But first...
He caresses Dazai’s lower back with his hands, a hand slowly descending to cup one of Dazai’s asscheeks. And Dazai breathes in surprise, immediately pushing against Chuuya’s palm.
“Chuuya.”
He starts moving his hand, massaging the skin and squeezing a bit, and Dazai’s breathing seems to increase at that. Dazai’s skin is soft under his hand, and he relishes being able to finally touch Dazai like this, like has never been allowed to before.
“You wanted to be fucked, right? You’ll have to wait more for it if you keep grinding against me as if you were in heat.” He says it lightly, with a crooked smile, acting smug.
Dazai’s hands move to hold onto his shoulders. Long fingers pressing on his shoulder blades.
“What? Chuuya can’t get hard after coming a second time?” Cheeky.
“Of course I can asshole.”
“Hm~ you’ll need to prove that~.”
He can be a brat but Chuuya wouldn’t want him any other way.
“It’s that a bet?” Chuuya raises an eyebrow. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fuck you senseless as many times as you want.”
He suggests, and receives a smirk in response.
Dazai looks beautiful as he lifts his hips, and Chuuya’s hands move to grab at his waist again, letting Dazai space to do however he wants, at the pace he wants.
Every single of his senses seem to be overwhelm with Dazai as he feels Dazai’s thighs trembling at the same time he positions his body over Chuuya’s cock, grabbing the length with one of his hands until he feels the tip touch his rim.
“Come on kitten, fill your empty hole with my cock.”
“Hm~~? It’s Chuuya going to let me fuck myself on his cock?” He is teasing.
“Don’t get so cheeky, idiot. Don’t worry I’ll fuck you good once you get too tired to move your legs mackerel.”
“Oh? So you think you can make me lose the strength in my legs?”
“I think I can make you feel me every time you walk in the next few days.”
And truly, Chuuya would love to pin Dazai against the mattress right now, and make him moan and cry under him, but he wants Dazai to have some control the first time. He wants Dazai to know he can trust Chuuya completely.
“I’ll remember these words chibi. Don’t disappoint me.”
So self-centered, so Dazai.
His fingertips sink harder on Dazai’s skin as Dazai starts sliding down on his cock. And Chuuya tries to suppress a moan, Dazai easily taking his head inside, walls wrapping around him, welcoming Chuuya in Dazai’s slick heat. And even after being insanely stretched already by a huge dildo, Dazai still manages to clench around Chuuya, taking Chuuya deep inside in one smooth movement.
Dazai’s beautiful elegant hands holding onto Chuuya’s shoulders and supporting his weigh as he impales himself on Chuuya’s cock until he feels the hot length finally bottoming out.
And this time Chuuya moans inevitably, muffling the sound against Dazai’s chest, his teeth gracing the skin on Dazai’s collarbones as he feels Dazai panting above him, his hole clenching around Chuuya from time to time, thighs slightly trembling. Chuuya moves his hands to them, massaging the skin gently as he presses kisses on Dazai’s collarbones and chest.
“How does it feel?” he whispers but loud enough for Dazai to hear.
And Dazai whines. “It’s hot and it throbs inside me.” Dazai nails on his shoulders. “It’s new and so good. Chuuya, you feel so good, so big.”
He can only moan at how drunk in pleasure Dazai sounds. His hips jerking, lifting his body a bit before taking his hard length all inside again.
And soon Dazai starts bouncing on his dick, moving up until only the head of Chuuya’s cock is inside before letting himself fall down in Chuuya’s cock again, his body arching and shaking every time Chuuya’s thick length presses deep inside of him, Dazai angling his hips so Chuuya’s cock hits his prostate every time, and Chuuya can only moan and groan, his hands gripping on Dazai’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and spreading them more as Dazai clenches around him every time Chuuya’s cock fills him completely.
“Such an eager princess. Come on baby, impale yourself in my cock, show me how much of a good obedient boy you are.”
“Chuuya- yes! Yes! so deep!”
His name sounds heavenly when it comes out of Dazai’s mouth and Chuuya feels the need to thrust up into Dazai, his hips jerking up a little involuntarily and he moans again against Dazai’s chest, Dazai clenching tightly around him, crying out loudly, as if his hole was trying to suck him in deeper into his body.
“Yes!- Ah! More! I’m so close!”
Chuuya takes it as a permission, and soon he is snapping his hips up, holding into Dazai’s ass and fucking him thoroughly, his thrusts a bit sloppy at first as he tries to coordinate the movement of his own hips with Dazai’s.
His pace becomes faster gradually as Dazai starts trembling on his lap, legs losing their usual strength as Dazai approaches his orgasm, upper body falling forward against Chuuya and arms surrounding his neck, Dazai supporting all his weight on him, whining and moaning over and over, as Chuuya takes advantage of it to move Dazai’s body up and down, Chuuya’s mind fills with thoughts of all the things he could do to Dazai in a state like this, pretty and pliant. His hands squeeze Dazai’s ass every time he makes Dazai’s body descend again.
And Chuuya feels himself growing more impatient as Dazai tenses tightly around his cock, dragging Chuuya slowly to his own orgasm. Soon, he is fucking Dazai roughly, his hips slamming up as Dazai arches his back and moans, thighs twitching and cum spilling against Chuuya’s stomach.
“Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya!!!”
Chuuya groans as Dazai whines tenderly on his hair, fucking Dazai through the remains of his orgasm as his own hips jerk, pushing into Dazai’s overstimulated body a couple of times more before cumming, Dazai gasping over him as he feels Chuuya spilling inside him.
“Hm…” Dazai wiggles his hips a bit, still fully sit on Chuuya’s cock, trying to get used of the sensation of someone’s cum inside him.
They keep quiet for a bit, calming themselves down before Chuuya’s hands move to Dazai’s low back, Dazai’s arms still around his neck, hugging each other closer as they soothe. A stupid fond smile growing in Chuuya’s face, pressing small kisses on Dazai’s chest as Dazai hands caress his back through the fabric of Chuuya’s t-shirt.
“Ne Chuuya…”
“Hn?”
He doesn’t receive a verbal response but a fond kiss on his forehead, Dazai moving his upper body to meet at Chuuya’s eyes.
And Chuuya smiles.
“I love you too, idiot.”