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His hand grips harder on the fabric of his pants, his other hand quickly pressing the block button of his phone. He smiles politely at the rest of the people on the table, trying to hide his nervousness. He is in a celebration, in a five star hotel in Paris, having a luxurious dinner together with some high ranking members of the Parisian mafia after successfully reaching a partnership agreement that would surely benefit both of their parties.
With this done, Chuuya will get to go back home in just a few days more. Seriously, he is relieved that’s the case really.
God, Dazai is growing so impatient.
He takes a sip of his wine and strikes up a conversation with the subordinate sitting at his side, trying ineffectively to get out of his mind the pic Dazai has just sent him, the little shit.
Sheer pink lace gracing Dazai’s thighs, a garter belt attached to Dazai’s stockings and embracing Dazai’s waist just above the pink panties, still on but pushed aside to let room for the huge dildo Dazai has inside his hole. He isn’t even sure how Dazai manages to take pics with such great angles of his backside but he does. The pic is a close up to Dazai’s beautiful ass, deliciously sucking that thick length in, only the base of the dildo can be seen with Dazai sitting on it.
Dazai is probably fucking himself with that freaking dildo right at this moment. And here he is, on a completely different continent than his stupid mackerel. How is he supposed to focus on this dinner?
That little shit, having all the fun by himself…
Other people have joined his conversation with his subordinate and he does chat with all of them perfectly fine. It’s just that, his mind is not there anymore, not in the political opinions, not in the expensive wine or food, not in the lustrous decorations of the room or the beautiful piano he was so interested in playing when he first entered the room, or the wide windows showing a magnificent view of the backyard at night.
His mind was on other things, in other places, with other persons –or person–.
In all honesty, Chuuya feels amazed at how much everything has changed between both of them since they started dating three years ago, and even more since Dazai moved in to his penthouse not so long after their relationship became official to both of their organizations.
Dazai has always had a hard time saying ‘I love you’ but Chuuya remembers vividly the first time those words fell from Dazai’s lips. He remembers the desperation in Dazai’s voice and the anger that filled his veins as he punched Dazai in his face, hard. He remembers the broken expression on Dazai’s face as he looked up at Chuuya from his position on the floor, after falling from the impact of the hit, his expression one of the truest and most open exhibitions of emotions that Dazai has ever let him witness.
He remembers the quick pace on his steps as he ran away, of Dazai, of his own feelings, the most rational part of his mind telling him to not fall into Dazai’s trap; the other, more emotional, telling him to scream his feelings out and trust Dazai.
Sometimes rational choices aren’t the best choices.
Chuuya doesn’t regret barging into Dazai’s ADA dorm a few nights after. He wasn’t surprised to see the amount of empty crab cans and sake bottles surrounding Dazai’s form on his futon either.
However, Dazai on the other hand, was left completely speechless, probably too scared of saying anything that could make Chuuya leave again.
And that night, Chuuya emptied his heart out. Because Chuuya wasn’t a coward, he isn’t, and he won’t be scared of his own feelings.
He always thought he was stupid, of falling in love with someone as ‘cold-blooded’ as Dazai, who would never return his feelings.
Chuuya knows now how wrong he was.
How did he want someone who never experienced true kindness to feel brave enough to spill his feelings? Even knowing anyone could try to use those feelings against him at any moment…
Chuuya has never been truly scared to say what he felt or thought, he has the power of gravity tingling between his fingers, prepared to crash anyone who dared to go against him.
Dazai, on his part, has a genius mind that made him took the most beneficial option to survive in a violent environment where he could be easily downgraded and destroyed if it weren’t for his cleverness…
Chuuya couldn’t blame Dazai for everything, not anymore. Not now that Dazai is trying so hard to become a better version of himself. He knows Dazai had his reasons and his unhealthy ways to cope with everything.
Many things have changed since that time, from waking up at Dazai’s side every morning to sharing kisses and holding hands in public places. He never thought one day he would proudly hold Dazai’s hand for the whole world to see. But he does it now, or at least, he does it when he is… physically with Dazai. Which is funny because it has been almost three months since he took this business trip and left Yokohama.
Three months since the last time he has held Dazai’s hand…
...and since he has kissed him, hugged him, made one of his too cold too sugary with too much milk horrendous coffees…
Ah, and of course, three months since the last time they had fucked.
He can’t blame Dazai for being so desperate for it really, this is the longest time they have been separated since Dazai move to his –their– home. Needless to say, they have been fucking a lot since Dazai started living with him.
He was growing impatient too, he misses Dazai’s presence in many different ways and sex is for sure one of them. Especially when he has been masturbating all these months by watching the pics Dazai has been sending to him.
Of course, this is not the first time it happens, Dazai has also sent him pics like this when he has gone in other missions abroad too. In fact, he would be lying if he said he doesn’t have all these pics Dazai has been sending him these last 2 years saved and secured on his phone, or that he doesn’t look at them many times when he is in missions away from Dazai…
But maybe because this one mission is lasting way longer than the others, Dazai has decided to lose any shame and send way more explicit pics and videos than he ever has done before.
For a moment Chuuya entrances himself thinking about the last video Dazai sent to him just two days ago, camera placed in a way that could take a good angle of the prostate massager deep into his hole, his body wriggling and tears in his eyes. A hand pumping his cock while whines and moans left his mouth, calling Chuuya’s name, begging him to come back home soon.
Dazai surely knows too well how to push Chuuya’s buttons. He knew how to do it at 15, and for sure he still knows how to do it now.
And he is sure Dazai predicted he would end up jerking off to that video for the next two days. Something that Chuuya has, indeed, done.
He wonders if he will get a new video soon, maybe to accompany today’s pic…
If it doesn’t, it’s fine, Chuuya will be home in just a few days more and then he can watch it happening in front of him instead.
***
If he thinks about it, the sex is for sure one of the biggest changes in their relationship. It was new and intimate, and it did effectively draw them closer.
He feels surprised –but happy– every time he thinks about it. His younger self would have never expected he would end up having sex with Dazai, or that he would enjoy it so much.
It’s even more amazing how open Dazai has become about sex, especially about his own body. And Chuuya would be lying if he said he wasn’t super proud of Dazai because of it. Sex has shown him so many new sides of Dazai that he didn’t even know could exist.
He remembers the first time they did have sex. Dazai had never taken off his bandages during sex, an uncomfortable silence between them as Chuuya asked ‘the forbidden question’. Of course, Dazai refused to take his bandages off, using ineffectual excuses that only served to emphasize more how insecure he was with his own body.
That night, only after they were done, Chuuya got to get rid of a small portion of Dazai’s bandages.
The ones around his legs.
He argued it was the best since Dazai didn’t want to get up to take a shower and was leaking Chuuya’s cum down his thighs, it was getting his bandages dirty.
It was just an excuse and Chuuya didn’t even think for a moment that it could work.
But it did, surprisingly. It was the start of the change.
Dazai was feeling a little more comfortable and relaxed after the sex. Practically boneless, body pliant as Chuuya had to lift each of his legs to unroll the bandages, slowly, peppering kisses all along the skin, Dazai’s breath fastening as Chuuya kissed the scars previously hidden by the bandages on Dazai’s thighs. Dazai tensing a bit, at the first touch on his scarred skin. It just made Chuuya more resolute, licking and leaving wet kisses on the skin, whispering soft words of affection as he felt Dazai relaxing on his touch again. Soon kisses turned into hickeys on Dazai’s skin.
And it was good, a little awkward after it, Dazai refusing to look directly at his eyes for more than a few seconds, but he still let Chuuya wrap his arms around him, doing the same with his own arms shortly after. They held each other closer and slept like that, the naked skin of Chuuya’s legs pressing against Dazai’s own, legs intertwined.
The first of many nights to come.
And just like that, Dazai started growing more confident with his own body, slowly showing more and more until all his skin was bared for Chuuya to look at and praise.
But at the same time Dazai’s confidence started to grow, Chuuya did notice he was being involved more and more in a new type, an evolution, of Dazai’s antics.
It was completely unexpected. He was no saint to not know what Dazai wanted to imply with those pics but sure he never thought Dazai would send him that type of pics.
Chuuya knew Dazai liked taking photos. In fact, Chuuya had received many photos from Dazai since they started dating, from selfies to photos taken of other members of the ADA. They were all lively pics that showed Dazai’s day to day. And Chuuya wasn’t as stupid to not notice the amount of pics Dazai would send him, especially of Kyouka, as if trying to tell Chuuya that she was doing fine, that she was happy –happier–. Of course, Chuuya was grateful for that.
Really, Dazai was deceiving, hiding how much of an attentive person he truly is.
But the point is that… none of those first pics were spicy. There would be times when Dazai would send him more intimate pics: of one of his hands passing a page of the book he was reading at that moment, of small sketches he drew... All of them screamed of love, of wanting Chuuya to know more of him.
But there were no suggestive positions, no naked skin or see-through clothes.
Well, guess there was no necessity to send horny pics when they were living in the same house, sharing the same bed, falling into each other’s arms every night, right?
The first time he received a pic in the middle of an abroad mission, it wasn’t even that revealing.
It was Dazai sitting at the end of their bed, only bandages and shirt on, breath-taking long legs crossed and a wink on his face.
Chuuya wouldn’t exactly label it as sexual, it was rather domestic. Something Chuuya has seen many times after Dazai has come from work.
He didn’t and doesn’t think Dazai had any ulterior motive when he sent that first pic, Chuuya remembers how warm his heart felt when he watched it, as if Dazai was silently telling him how much he missed him.
But after that one…well, each pic Dazai sent became more interesting than the previous one. It started slowly, the next pic showed Dazai’s long legs in fishnet thigh high stockings, the naked skin of Dazai’s thighs looking extremely tempting and Chuuya found himself wishing he could be with his head between Dazai’s thighs just in that moment. Dazai was also wearing some beautiful black high heels that Chuuya had never seen before at that time. To cap it all, one of his black chokers were embracing gracefully Dazai’s beautiful neck. He couldn’t believe Dazai wore one of his chokers with Chuuya not being present to enjoy the show.
Seemingly, it was not the only thing Dazai bought in his absence though. A couple of days later he received a pic of Dazai in a long white lace robe, the slightly sheer fabric allowing Chuuya to see some of of Dazai’s naked skin, his breath catching in his throat as he noticed the white panties Dazai was wearing under the robe.
He only received those three pics on that mission. It wasn’t even a long mission after all, just a week and a half before he was again back in Yokohama. However, Chuuya couldn’t stop staring at those pics at every chance he got though.
They were all sent in crucial moments, as if Dazai knew Chuuya would be too busy at that time to properly panic and ask Dazai about the reason behind the oh-so-sudden-sexy-pics. When he tried to ask Dazai hours later, he wouldn’t receive an answer, waking up the next morning with the typical ‘Good morning <3’ message Dazai always sends him at the start of the day and completely ignoring Chuuya’s question.
Dazai didn’t want to talk about it. Or maybe, he didn’t want to say out loud something Chuuya should be able to infer from Dazai’s actions.
I miss you. I want you.
A quick check of his bank account told him of where and how much money Dazai spent to buy all of it. It was all from a very luxurious expensive shop. However, the huge amount of money suggested to him that Dazai really bought way more clothes than that robe or those heels.
He asked Dazai about it once he came back from his mission, but the only thing he got as an answer was a hot breath on his ear, the mocking sultry tone on Dazai’s voice.
“Aww, are you so eager to watch more of it? Such a pervert, Chuu~ ya~~”
And of course, he inevitably fell into Dazai’s trap, cheeks red and anger quickly growing inside him.
Obviously Dazai didn’t want to show it all to him… yet.
That was fine, Chuuya could wait, if Dazai wanted to keep the rest of it as a surprise Chuuya would let him be.
Of course, that didn’t stop Chuuya from enjoying at least what Dazai had already shown to him. And that night he spread Dazai on their dinner table, high heels on as Chuuya fucked him against the hard and cold surface, making him cum until Dazai couldn’t keep his balance anymore. Chuuya lifting Dazai on his arms and carrying him to bed once Dazai was well-fucked, his body pliant and satisfied.
The same modus operandi was repeated for his next missions, the first pics would be cute and sensual but the more time Chuuya spent far away from Yokohama, the lewder the pics would become. And in no time, Chuuya started to receive more and more sexual images, legs spread and ass perched up as too fingers sunk inside Dazai, nipple clamps and a blindfold on as Dazai was completely naked his tongue out licking the head of a dildo,…
Chuuya could notice how the pics not only showed how horny Dazai was but also how much fun he was having with it all: with himself and with messing with Chuuya.
***
The feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket brought him out of his thoughts and back to reality. At some point, the conversation turned to another topic and he ended up being left out of it. Which he was thankful for honestly, his subordinates seem to know him enough to realize when Chuuya wasn’t really in the mood for chattering.
He wishes he could be talking –and doing other things– with Dazai instead.
He checked no one was looking at him before sliding his phone out of his pocket, eager to know what Dazai has sent him now. However, instead of the video he was expecting, there was just a short message.
‘Chuuya?’
Ah, right. Dazai doesn’t know he is in a dinner right now, he probably thinks Chuuya has come back to his hotel room after another day of negotiations.
Dazai has been doing this more usually now. Instead of sending the pics when Chuuya was busy, he will send them when he knew Chuuya was available so they could have phone sex instead of masturbating on their own.
It was better, still not the same as being together but hearing Dazai’s voice was enough to make it feel more intimate than just looking at pictures or videos. It also made him realize how much Dazai was missing hearing Chuuya like that too… and seeing him.
Dazai would for sure cheer up with some pics too…
‘I’m sorry. I’m not in the hotel yet, but the negotiations have finally ended successfully. I’ll be there in just a couple of days more.’
‘CHUUUUUUYAAAAA!?!?!?!?!?’
‘ItS ThAT trUE!?!?!!?!?’
‘FINAllY!’
‘cHUUyAAAAAAA’
‘ChuUUYAAAAaaaa’
‘chUUyaaa <3’
‘ :) ’
He almost can hear Dazai’s voice out loud. As expected of his lover, he manages to be annoyingly cute even when they are in different sides of the world.
‘I’ll call you once I come back to my hotel room and I’ll tell you all the details. Please get some sleep now Osamu, it’s late.’
Right now, he really wants to hear Dazai’s voice.
***
To Chuuya’s dissapointment, the celebrations ended up lasting more than he would have wanted to. By the time he uses his key card and unlocks his hotel room, it is already 4 am in Paris, 11 am in Japan.
Knowing Dazai he could be still in bed, denying getting up on a Saturday’s morning, or maybe still asleep, after spending an unknown –for Chuuya– amount of time awake in the middle of the night, fucking himself and shoving it in Chuuya’s face.
Some part of Chuuya wishes he had straight up left that dinner salon and went directly to his hotel room, called Dazai, and gotten to watch his beautiful boyfriend riding one of his favorite dildos through the tiny screen of his phone.
But the other part, the part who actually thinks with his brain and not his dick, wishes Dazai has gotten an adequate supply of sleep. After all, Dazai doesn’t usually send him this type of pics when it’s so late in Japan. Chuuya knows it only happens the nights Dazai is having huge problems falling asleep.
This has happened too when Chuuya is at home. Sometimes, either when Dazai has spent too many days almost without sleeping anything or when he just seemed to need Chuuya to do it, he has fucked Dazai until the verge of falling asleep, making Dazai cum as many times in a row as he could, trying to tire Dazai enough that he couldn’t keep with Chuuya’s pace anymore, until Dazai’s mind was completely silent and the only think he could feel was pleasure and the upcoming soreness and sleepiness.
It has worked at times, Chuuya had just to kiss Dazai good night and he was already inevitably falling into the land of dreams. But occasionally, it had backfired on Chuuya and he had ended up falling asleep after cumming, leaving Dazai sticky and unfortunately awake.
He wonders if he will wake Dazai up if he calls now. He has promised to call him as soon as he arrives back to the hotel after all...
Should he call?
Fuck, he is feeling guilty already.
Yeah, Dazai could have finally got to fall asleep and here he is, so desperate to talk with him but probably interrupting Dazai’s sleep by it.
He can’t back out now though.
Every ringing sound of his phone makes him feel more uneasy, regret grows within his mind and Chuuya presses his phone against his ear, he didn't even take the time to put on his pajamas, he just went directly to bed and lay on top of it. Who cares about expensive suits getting wrinkles when you can be talking with your lover instead?
It takes a few seconds more before he hears, a sleepy soft familiar voice coming from the device on his hand.
“Chuu…ya...”
Ah, so he really was asleep.
“Fuck.”
“Hmmm… fuck who? Me, you? When?” Dazai yaws, and Chuuya can hear the light sound of Dazai rolling over in bed.
He doesn’t answer anything for a moment, listening to Dazai breathing slowly, the sound of his body against the sheets making Chuuya notice Dazai is stretching his limbs slightly, humming a little.
For a moment, he tries to portray the image in his mind. Usually, Dazai is already awake by the time Chuuya wakes up, he hasn’t got to see Dazai waking up a lot of times, but he sure cherishes every single one of those moments.
“Sorry, I said I would call but I should have waited for tomorrow instead.”
Another yawn.
“Don’t be silly chibi, I would have thought something happened if I woke up later and you hadn’t called yet.”
“…”
“Chuuya…” and Dazai inhales, deep and slow. “I’m happy you called, I missed your voice.”
Ah.
Those are not words easy to say for someone like Dazai, so personal and emotional, thoughts that he would carefully keep locked away from everyone’s prying ears.
Dazai is learning to say them out loud now, only for Chuuya to hear and know.
“I miss you too, Osamu. I just need a few more days to check everything is perfect before going back. I’m sorry, I underestimate how long three months can feel.”
He had never felt like this before. After all, he has always enjoyed his time abroad to the fullest. But at that time, he would always come back to an empty home, lights off, no one there to welcome him.
Someone is waiting for him now though.
Someone he loves.
Funny how he has got used to thinking about ‘love’ and ‘Dazai’ in the same sentence now. His sixteen year-old self could have never seen this coming, his eighteen year old could have never thought this could be possible.
Dazai misses him too.
“Ne Chuuya, you just came from dinner, right? How was it?”
The change in subject brings Chuuya out of his thoughts. Why does even Dazai care about the dinner? Shouldn’t he be asking about when Chuuya will arrive on Yokohama or something?
“Uh? It was fine? I mean, the food was good and all of that.”
“And the people?”
“As good and kind as mafia people can be I guess??? What’s with that?” Now Chuuya is completely disconcerted.
“Hmmmm, is Chuuya sure? I bet Chuuya wasn’t even paying attention to what they were saying.”
There’s a change in Dazai's tone of voice, less sleepy, sharper. If they were in the same room right now, Chuuya has no doubt Dazai’s eyes would be piercing right through him.
A shudder crosses Chuuya’s spine.
Dazai is plotting something. This conversation is on Dazai’s control now, and Chuuya can’t know yet if it is a good thing or not.
“I’m sure you were too distracted thinking about that pic I sent you to even keep a conversation with anyone. Wasn’t you? I predicted that would happen after all. You couldn’t stop thinking about me~”
Maybe it won't be a good thing for Chuuya, but a pleasant one at least.
“I also predicted you would probably be carried back to the hotel by one of your subordinates, maybe you would even pick a taxi, and then spend the whole drive looking at that picture of me on your phone. Didn’t you do it? Wasn’t Chuuya imagining what I was doing after taking that pic? Maybe you were thinking it was a pity you couldn’t be here fucking me.”
“Dazai I-”
“Chuuya always says that I deserve a punishment when I misbehave. But you have been misbehaving too, not coming home for three months. Chuuya is so mean.”
Dazai keeps talking, Chuuya can’t stop him now.
“I should punish Chuuya once he comes back home too, and handcuff you and spank you as you always like to do when I misbehave. And then I could put you in a cock ring and ride you as much as I want, the skin of your ass would be so sensible you would sob for being sitting on it for so long. Wouldn’t it be fair?” He can almost hear Dazai smirking now, enjoying the thought of it.
Chuuya isn’t sure what to answer to that but he can feel blood going south, his right hand twitching eager to move.
“Hmm… no answer? Is Chuuya too busy imagining it? I could do that as soon as you arrive home and you would be a good dog for me and undress as I’ll tell you so.”
His cock throbs in his pants as Chuuya rests his hand on top of it, through the fabric, he can’t refrain himself from rubbing slightly.
“I would even dress in one of the new lingerie sets I bought in these last months, maybe the pastel pink one with the little thong and the frilly garter belt I showed you two weeks ago~. And you won’t be able to do anything but look, with your hands handcuffed behind your back”
“What tells you I won’t try and break the handcuffs?” Chuuya feels a little breathless.
Dazai laughs, such a warm confident tone. Chuuya’s hand rubbing more seriously over the fabric of his expensive dress pants now, a bulge becoming more prominent with each second.
“But Chuuya won’t right? Because he loves indulging me. He would let me have my way as long as I have fun with it.”
His voice is sultry, promising Chuuya to exceed all his expectations.
Chuuya smirks. “Hmm so full of yourself.”
“I would rather prefer having you keeping me full though?”
Chuuya’s cock throbs inside his pants.
Fuck, he needs to get it out.
“God, Dazai…”
“I’ve been fucking myself with every sex toy I bought in these last few months and I would rather have the real thing, you know? As soon as you arrive home I’m gonna push you to bed and ride you until you cry and beg me to remove the cock ring and let you cum inside me.”
He moves his hand up and unbuckles his pants.
“Chuuya would look so pretty with his face all red and tears on his eyes~, your cock so sensitive, prepared to burst inside me at any time, but unable to do so.”
The moment his fingers brush the fabric of his boxers a small, almost noiseless moan comes from his mouth, catching him red-handed.
“Ara? What could be Chuuya doing? Is my little slug excited by my words?”
Dazai chuckles.
“Of course you are, you love how it feels inside me right? How tight I am around you. You would let me use you as nothing more than a sex toy, wouldn’t you? You are such a horny slug, Chuuya~”
He doesn’t try to muffle his moan now, as his hand moves under the fabric and wraps around his dick.
“I will only let you cum whenever I want to and you will obey, I’ll fuck myself on your dick for hours and you won’t be able to touch me, you will just tell me ‘sorry’ over and over, for leaving me by myself for all this months.”
And Dazai’s voice is demanding, making Chuuya’s body shudder, his sensitive cock pulsing on his hand.
“And Chuuya would do it because there’s nothing Chuuya loves more than giving me what I want, right?”
He takes a long breath and relaxes his grab around his cock, his fingers brushing lightly against the hot skin before wrapping around it again, thumb playing with the pre-cum in his slit for a bit before he starts stroking his cock slowly.
That’s true, he loves spoiling Dazai rotten, right now he would give Dazai anything and everything he wants if that means he would make Dazai happy.
… but is that really what would make Dazai happy?
“Hmm… seems good to me. But are you sure that’s what you want Osamu?”
The other side of the line goes silent, and Chuuya wonders if Dazai can also feel how the tables are about to turn.
“You know I won’t mind if you decide to collar me and make me kneel for you or whatever. I won’t, because I love giving you what you want as you said. But are you sure you want that? Wouldn’t it be a pity if after three months without being together I can’t even touch you, are you sure you want that, my love?”
Chuuya knows he is playing dirty with the pet names, but it never is a fair game between them. He knows the effect pet names can have in Dazai, he remembers how Dazai’s whole body froze the first time Chuuya tried to show his affection verbally, he remembers the feeling of surprise that flooded his body when he noticed Dazai trying to hold his gaze instead of looking away in embarrassment, cheeks blushed with the slightest prettiest pinkest color.
That was at the start of the relationship, when they were still too used to bickering as their main way of interacting with each other, still unused to being soft with each other. And then, the more Chuuya softened his actions and words towards Dazai, the more he realized the big impact it had on Dazai. How flustered Dazai could become.
“But chibi should be punished…” Dazai mumbles in that sometimes irritating, sometimes extremely adorable tone. Chuuya smiles imagining the cute pout on his face.
In a few minutes the tone of the conversation had completely changed.
“Yeah, you are right, but I think what you really want is for me to kneel in front of you and say sorry. And then, run my hands through your beautiful legs and press kisses in every inch of your skin, lick gently every scar, leave hickeys in your inner thighs. Wouldn’t you love that?”
“That’s not fair, Chuuya would enjoy that too. That’s not a punishment.” He is starting to sound a little bratty now.
“Well, I’m not the genius here. I only have enough experience with you to know you won’t last more than a second round doing it all by yourself.” Chuuya snorts. “How are you going to ride me for hours if the moment you cum your legs are going to turn jelly and you won’t get to do anything but rest your weight on me and prettily cry for me to thrust up on you because you are too tired?” He says cockily.
“Mean!”
“I’m not, you love being a pretty princess after all, don’t you?”
It takes a while before Chuuya finally receives an answer. He lets Dazai consider all possibilities and possible consequences and choose the best option for his own benefit. This is supposed to be a punishment for him after all.
“... I really want Chuuya to touch me and kiss me a lot.” the words are whispered so low Chuuya can’t almost hear them.
“Of course Osamu, I know you do. And I’ll do it I promise, I’ll touch you and mark you so much you will feel my presence lingering on your skin for days. Even after you are too tired to even talk, I’ll keep fucking you and kissing you until your lips are too sore and bruised and your eyelids are closing from sleep.”
He hears a whine coming from Dazai and he tightens the grab on his cock that jerks at the sound.
“What if I want to collar Chuuya though? Would Chuuya suck me off while I hold his leash and then would Chuuya let me pull of that leash every time I want him to fuck me harder on bed.”
Chuuya chuckles, resuming stroking his cock as he answers.
“And after I’ll suck you off, I’ll make you bend on the nearest surface and spread you open with my tongue.”
“Ahhh…” his tone is cheerful but slightly breathy, showing how affected he is by Chuuya’s words. “Chuuya loves my ass more than he loves me~~”
“I don’t, I just love praising your best assets.”
“Chuuya, I’m flat.” Dazai tries to restrain from laughing.
“So? It’s cute. I like every part of your body, love. I can’t wait to get a grab of those cheeks and dig my face between them.”
“Would Chuuya fuck me with his fingers too?” Dazai suggests hopeful.
“Yeah, I’ll make sure you come in my tongue and fingers before carrying you to bed.”
He hears Dazai whine again, this time sounding more frustrated. “And how, would Chuuya do it?” His breathe is fast and it takes a few second to Chuuya to understand the meaning behind Dazai’s words.
“Oh.”
“Chuuuuya.” The remark being half-demanding, half beg.
Chuuya curls the tips of his toes, his mind going wild imagining what Dazai is about to do.
He takes a long breath before saying.
“First, I’ll slide my middle finger inside you, slowly. I won’t even take my tongue out, I’ll just withdraw a little and spread your legs to make space for my fingers. I’ll brush my fingertip around your rim, coating my finger with my own saliva before starting to push the tip inside.”
“Yes” he sounds breathless and so aroused. Chuuya breathes out unevenly imagining Dazai playing with his rim a little before pressing the tip of his finger in, so slowly. He wonders if Dazai is using lube or saliva. Maybe he isn’t using any of them, his hole still a little stretched, enough to push a single finger in smoothly.
His thumb rubs the slit of his cock and spreads the precum on the head before dragging his hand down to the base, stroking his cock in very slow light movements, trying to imitate the rhythm he imagines Dazai touching himself at that exact same moment.
“And then I’ll start dipping my finger in you, your hole accepting it pleasingly but still clenching slightly around it, your walls so hot and wet by my saliva. And it wouldn’t take me too much to push it completely inside you, the first knuckle would slide so easily and I will have just to bump my finger in and out of you a few times to make you take it all. Wouldn’t it feel great princess?”
A sudden inhalation. “So good.” The moan Dazai lets out the next second, makes Chuuya’s cock jerk enthusiastically. “Chuuya’s fingers always feel… a little rough even when you wear gloves most of the day, but I love that…” An inhalation. “Y- you stretch me so well but still- I feel so empty, I need another finger, need to be fucked soon.”
He imagines it, his finger deep inside Dazai as Dazai tries to move his hips back to get his own release, his back arched and his cute ass pushing against Chuuya’s finger and face, truly a dream come true.
He can’t really hear anything aside of Dazai’s soft whines and gasps, but he knows Dazai has one of his fingers inside his hole, waiting patiently for Chuuya to give him the next order.
“Hmmm…of course that wouldn’t be enough for you, you need bigger things than just a finger to cum don’t you? But I want you to be good and stay still. I’m going to use my hand that is still on your ass to press you against the surface you are bending in, so you can’t raise from it. And then, I’ll start pressing a second finger in as you writhe, trying to get out of my grasp.”
Dazai gasps. “The only thing I want is to slide your finger in faster… Ah... push my hips against your fingers and tongue.”
“But you can’t move, I won’t let you, you are oblige to be still and take it pliantly as I insert my finger in one motion, very slowly, my tongue rubbing against your inner walls as your hole twitches, trying to get use to my finger as I stimulate you with my tongue.”
“Nooooo It’s- too slow!” Dazai cries out.
Chuuya’s hand instinctively tightens around his cock, the sound making him want to jerk himself off fast and hard. But it’s not the time yet, his cock is not in Dazai’s hole. He needs to stretch Dazai first before fucking that beautiful ass, so Chuuya keeps his hand almost still, just brushing his fingers along it and collecting the precum on his cockhead. That’s it, no more, he needs to pay Dazai the attention he deserves first.
“I’m sorry princess, I love taking my time stretching that warm hole of yours. Don’t worry, we are almost there, aren’t we? Two knuckles are almost in, just wait patiently my love.”
And his love cries again. A few minutes passes until Chuuya senses Dazai’s breath catching on his throat, he can imagine Dazai’s back arching on the bed.
“Aww that’s excellent baby, it’s finally in. I should start with the third finger, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes!”
“Then, I’m going to slide my tongue in you a few more times before drawing away.”
Dazai’s whines just get louder with impatient.
“And just like that, I’ll move my face away and press a kiss on your left cheek, pumping the two fingers I have inside you in and out in a not too fast but acceptable pace.”
“Ah- Chuuya please!!”
“I just pump my fingers a few times more before finally rubbing my third finger on your rim and slowly dipping it in. And I start again pushing my fingers in and out, this time slower, letting your hole adjust to the new insertion.”
Dazai moans. “I- I feel so open for you.”
His claim makes Chuuya chuckle. “You always do princess, you are such a good boy. Now, I just need to slide my fingers in and out a few more times and then I’ll get to properly fingerfuck you.”
Dazai groans loudly. “It’s in!”
“Ah, good job Osamu, you take my fingers in so easily, you love being fucked so much~”
A whine. “Please, Chuuya.” Almost sounding annoyed.
It makes Chuuya laugh. “Shhh~ such a deprave princess, only being able to think of getting filled and fucked.”
The next whine, lets Chuuya know how close Dazai is of dropping the scene. Not that Chuuya would allow him too now.
He has made Dazai truly desperate.
“I move my fingers inside of you, thrusting in and out, reaching your prostate every time as your body wiggles on my grasp, but still, it’s not enough. What do you need now Osamu?”
“Some-something bigger!” Dazai cries and moans enthusiastically. Chuuya’s cock twitching on his hand.
“You do?”
“Yeah, Chuuya’s cock! I need Chuuya’s cock!”
And Chuuya groans, his cock so hard as his hands grips it tightly, only his thumb moving against his slit making Chuuya’s whole body shudder.
“Ah, it’s never enough for you isn’t it? That’s fine, I can give it to you love.”
“Chuuya, darling please.”
“I remove my fingers from you, my fingertips caressing your rim for a moment before drawing completely away from you, leaving your hole so open and empty.”
Dazai moans.
“And Chuuya’s cock throbs so hard and huge and prepared to ram inside me in any moment!!!”
The sudden perfectly spoken sentence takes Chuuya by surprise and he chuckles at Dazai’s rush to move forward.
“I move the hand that has just left you hole to your other cheek and spread your cheeks apart, the tip of my cock hovering over your hole, twitching around nothing so needy to get fucked soon.”
“Yes, and I’m so desperate. Come on, Chuuya.”
And he finally relaxes his grab on his cock, involving it firmly around the head and then, “I press my cock against your hole and all of a sudden I thrust inside!” his mind goes blank and Chuuya barely notices his mouth letting out a moan as his hand moves down to the base in a harsh movement.
He hears Dazai moaning, after thrusting his fingers in again abruptly.
“A- and I start building a pace pulling in and out, you- your hole clenching around me as if you wanted to keep me cage inside”
“Yes!! Fuck me Chuuya, you feel so good, I’m so close!”
Chuuya pumps his cock with no self-control after neglecting himself for such a long time.
“Fuck Osamu, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand for days.”
“Yes, Chuuya. I’m gonna cum!”
“Oh~? But you won’t come until I’ll tell you to, right? Because you want to be a good boy~”
And Dazai whimpers.
“No, Chuuya no, I won’t… please”
“Shh, you are gonna be a good boy and wait until I allow you to.”
Dazai sobs on the other side of the line, and he can almost see those beautiful honey eyes full of tears.
“I’ll be good, Chuuya please. I want to be good for you.”
“Yes, baby. You won’t cum until I fill you up. And once I start spilling inside you, you won’t be able to hold it anymore. You will cum so hard your whole body would convulse if it weren’t for my hands holding you tight.”
Chuuya jerks his cock faster, feeling his orgasm approaching him.
“Yes- Yes!!!”
“Fuck Osamu, I’m so close. I’m going to cum inside you.”
Dazai moans shamelessly load. “Yes!! Do it, Chuuya!”
And Chuuya’s back arches, his whole body shuddering uncontrollably. “Osamu, oh god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”
“Yes!!”
“Love- cum!!”
And as he says so, his own cum bursts, cumming all over his right hand.
He hears Dazai moaning loudly at the other side of the phone line. For a moment he tries to imagine it, Dazai lying on his bed with his fingers deep inside him, his other hand around his cock while his face presses the phone against the cushion under his head.
Chuuya relishes himself in that image, Dazai’s face so relaxed and satisfied, such a beautiful piece of art…
They stay in silent for a few minutes as they come dow their orgasms, trying to catch their breaths.
It’s Dazai the first to break the silence.
“Chuuya… never take such long missions ever again.” It’s a whisper, a plea is neatly hidden under the sleepy tone.
Right, if he is not there who is going to make sure Dazai sleeps and eats enough? Who is going to make sure he doesn’t get lost in the depth of his scariest thoughts? Who is going to kiss him good morning every day?
“I can’t promise that… but I’ll try.” He has a reason to go home soon now, after all.
“Okay... okay.” it doesn’t sound truly relieved though.
“I love you.”
And he grips his phone tighter, no answer coming from the other side.
“And once I'm back in Yokohama, we’ll do whatever you want, I’m sure I’ll get a week of vacation and I promise you I’ll compensate you for all these months, okay? Osamu, I miss you so much.”
When have they become so sappy?
“Will Chuuya cook crab for me every day? And accede to all my super interesting and intelligent ideas and demands? ”
“... We’ll need to negotiate that…”
“Chuuuyaaa meeeaaaan.”
“Shut up asshole!” the reprimand completely fake as he laughs while he says it. “I love you Osamu, I’ll see you soon. Try to sleep a little more now please.” He suggests kindly.
And waits patiently for an answer.
“…”
“Osamu?”
“I’ll try…” Dazai starts, almost sounding hesitant. “Iloveyoutoo-“
Click.
The sudden confession is immediately follow but the end of the call.
Chuuya blinks, once, twice until Dazai’s words finally sink in.
A stupid cheesy smiles spreading through his lips as he lifts his phone with his left hand, changing into the frontal camera of his phone.
He writes, ‘You are right, I can’t stop thinking about you.’
And then he presses send.