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Dazai Osamu never cared about life. Neither his own, nor life in general – he found the concept of living mostly boring. The notion of being born, going to school, and then working until retirement only to die soon after felt like a meaningless burden pushed onto humans by societal expectancy, and conforming to such a useless norm made him sick to the stomach.
His father was a good example of this: Mori Ogai was a well-respected doctor who, behind closed doors, sacrificed all possible joys to life to reach such status among his peers. Dazai often wondered as a teenager just how much of someone’s humanity has to be gone to miss their deceased wife’s memorial ceremony in favor of a work function.
He only stopped with his fruitless attempts of understanding his father after that one conversation – the one that happened while Dazai laid in a hospital bed, arms wrapped up in fresh bandages, and instead of being there as a parent, Mori appeared in his white coat and treated him as nothing more than a patient.
Apparently, if someone could skip their wife’s funeral without feeling any remorse for their action, they were also capable of treating their son’s suicide attempt just as another job to finish for the day.
Due to his occupation, it was only natural for Mori to want a bright future for Dazai, academically and career-wise, so when the time came, he presented Dazai with a folder. It contained a signed recommendation letter and a list of all the acceptable high-status medical courses across the country.
Dazai though had no intentions of following in his father’s footsteps.
The argument became nasty as they threw insults at each other that would break any normal human being, and Dazai fought tooth and nail against Mori’s will. Life itself might be meaningless, but if he was forced to go through it anyway, then he wanted to do it completely on his own terms.
In the end, Mori offered to make a couple of calls if Dazai would at least choose to study Psychology, – something less respectable in his books but still practical enough, – but Dazai rejected that offer too.
After the falling out with his dad, Dazai opted to study Philosophy, the most useless course he could’ve chosen.
To be completely fair, he didn’t only choose the field to spite his dad. Dazai found Philosophy fairly interesting with all its questions with no real answers to them. It kept his brain occupied to the point that at least he wasn’t dying from boredom.
Well, that was mostly true, but sometimes when Professor Rimbaud drowned on and on for too long, hitting a monotone tone in only ten minutes, he found himself zoning out and spending the remaining time of the lesson staring out the window in a dissociative state.
Then, as days kept passing by in their monotonous way, each one making Dazai wish for the blissful mercy a quick death would bring upon him, the change came in the form of an official e-mail from the school board.
Professor Rimbaud had a heart attack the night before, and considering his unstable condition, his lessons would be taken over by a substitute teacher for the remaining month left of the semester. Most students must’ve wished for the lessons to be canceled altogether, and get an easy A at the end of the term due to their professor missing, but for once, Dazai felt a flick of interest – he welcomed any type of unexpected change to this boring life at this point, if only temporarily so.
Dazai entered the classroom without any high expectations next Monday. The more he thought about it during the weekend, the more his initial excitement dimmed – he could imagine the new professor just as any teacher he encountered while attending this course. Old, boring, and probably already fed up with the extra work substituting Rimbaud’s class would bring to them.
He sat down at his usual table, in the middle row just a bit to the left, the perfect spot to seem like one of the masses while his thoughts drifted off when the redhead walked in.
The first word that came to Dazai’s mind was radiant as he watched the unfamiliar man stroll into the classroom, turning heads instantly as he pushed his way through the student milling around near the entrance.
He was short-statured but with his head held high and slender body dressed in extravagantly stylish clothes, he radiated nothing but confidence. The way his grey west highlighted his petite waist and the dark dress pants showcased his perfect ass should have been illegal, and his elegantly curled fiery locks drew the attention of even the most uninterested students in the room.
For one, Dazai was someone who could appreciate beauty regardless of gender, though what truly made him interested in people was way more complex than that. The possibility of the man being in his class made him assume that he couldn’t be that stupid either, which meant that the redhead might just be Dazai’s type – both appearance and intelligence-wise.
To everyone's surprise, the man, instead of finding a seat among the students, strutted up to the teacher’s podium and put down his bag there. Now, sitting up in his chair more alert than ever, Dazai was fully intrigued.
This gorgeous little thing was the new substitute teacher?
He could feel his insides stir in excitement as he raked his eyes over the redhead’s body once again, taking his time to linger on the man’s ass in his sinfully tight pants as he stepped in front of the board and started to write on it in clean, elegant handwriting. Dazai tore his gaze away for a second to glance at the words written on the board, a name, then the man turned towards the class and suddenly he was struck by a brilliant set of blue eyes and decided at that moment that he was going to get…
Nakahara Chuuya, Ph.D.
… Chuuya. He’s going to get Chuuya, no matter what.
After receiving the call from Verlaine about Rimbaud’s heart attack, and then both the informal and formal invitations to take over his class for the remainder of the semester, Chuuya pushed himself into work mode. Even though he received his Doctorate degree a year ago, he never thought that he’d get the chance to teach at such a high-quality institution just yet.
Verlaine came over on Saturday morning before visiting hours started at the hospital and brought his husband’s lesson plans to give to Chuuya, so the redhead had almost all weekend to go over the syllabus and look into some topics to get more up-to-date with the material. It’s been a couple of years since he had to tap into a wider range of academic knowledge than his narrowed-down research material, but he didn’t want to seem incompetent for the substitute role in front of the class.
Going over the lesson plan made him rethink his strategy completely. He liked Rimbaud as a person, still, he couldn’t help but find the structure of the syllabus boring and his teaching method a little outdated, so Chuuya spent the whole weekend rewriting the plan to fit a more interactive approach.
It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t nervous next Monday as he walked into the classroom full of students. He knew it was a popular course despite the occasional dry study material, so he prepared himself mentally for any possible obstacle that could come his way, but the small flicker of anxiety in his gut betrayed his composure.
He entered the room with his head held high and he could only hope that the confidence he tried to showcase in front of the students wouldn’t come off as fake as he felt it to be.
Chuuya took one last moment to compose himself as he turned away from the class to write his name carefully onto the board, paying an unnecessary amount of attention to avoid any typos. Messing up his name would be the worst start ever. With his name on the board, he turned around and finally addressed the class.
“Welcome, I’m Nakahara Chuuya, Ph.D., and I’m going to take over this class for this semester,” he started and silently applauded himself for not messing up his introduction. He was an amazing public speaker, but with almost fifty curious pairs of eyes staring at him, there was no room left for even a small mistake.
He got a few greetings back from the students, mostly from those who sat in the front rows, and with that out of the way he continued to explain his plans for the future.
“I went over the syllabus, and as much as I respect Professor Rimbaud, I found his teaching methods a little out of my skill set, so I thought about making this class a bit more interactive. How does that sound?”
There was a murmur going around the class, and Chuuya raked his eyes over the nodding heads. He took it all in, nerves calming more and more by the minute until his gaze stopped at one of the students. Said student in question was a lanky man with messy brown hair and bandages peeking out from under his shirt. Weird, but that wasn’t what made him falter–
The man wasn’t nodding like the others, still, he was staring at Chuuya with such intensity, gaze boring down right into his soul, that the redhead felt himself flinch and his stomach drop. In a weirdly pleasant way.
Just as he was about to get lost in deep, attentive chocolate eyes he suddenly remembered where he was. He was in class, which he should be teaching, so he steadied himself and tore his gaze away from the other man’s.
Chuuya silently berated himself; he was here to educate not to eyesex one of the students in his care. No matter how alluring his brown eyes were, or how attractive he found the mischievous little smirk that appeared on the man’s lips after he realized that Chuuya was staring right back at him. Teaching first, anything else later.
“Okay, now that we established that, let’s move on,” he started to talk again while he looked back at the class. “I thought we could start with something familiar, so you can get a feel of how I plan these lessons to go.”
He stepped back to the board, wiped down his name, and grabbed the chalk to write down their next exercise.
The Ship of Theseus
As he turned around, he could see some of the students move and perk up in interest, so he continued to explain.
“I’m sure you are all quite familiar with the Theseus paradox, it being one of the most discussed philosophical questions of all time,” he said and cracked a challenging little smirk. “So let’s debate, starting from the beginning. Those who think that with one small part changed, it is still the same ship of Theseus?”
To his relief, the students actually interacted with the class, some of them even shared their own theories as fewer and fewer hands raised into the air as Chuuya counted down to the final part being changed in the original ship.
In the end, there were only three people who still had their hands high. Chuuya scanned their faces, honestly intrigued to find out the reasoning behind their belief, but as he looked over at the last student, he suddenly realized that the man with the intense gaze was one of them. Against his better judgment, he decided to address him first.
“So you still think that it is the same ship, care to elaborate on the logic behind that?”
The moment the man smiled at him, Chuuya knew it was the wrong move.
“Well,” he starts explaining as he looks up at Chuuya with an inexplicable flicker playing in his eyes. Damn those eyes. “I think Professor Nakahara is deliberately holding back the real question.”
“Is that so?” Chuuya tried not to show his surprise as he cocked an eyebrow at the man’s statement. “And what would the real question be, Mr…?”
“Dazai Osamu,” the man, Dazai, said to help him out. “Just Dazai is fine, Sir.”
“Okay,” Chuuya agreed to leave the formality when addressing the younger male, then cleared his throat and asked again. “So what is the real question here, Dazai?”
The man smirked his sexy– not sexy, he simply smirked, and Chuuya suddenly started to feel too hot in his skin as their eyes locked once again while Dazai replied.
“The real question should be that in what aspect are you even looking for an answer? All those parts are the original ship? Obviously no, but it can be the same ship from another viewpoint.”
Chuuya couldn’t help but smile. It was exactly the kind of response he was looking for from the beginning. “That’s right,” he nodded. “Then in what aspect do you think it’s the same?”
“In terms of sentimental value, of course,” Dazai answered, and Chuuya almost felt relieved, ready to get into a debate with the man, to make him work for it, but he didn’t expect the other to continue with an offhanded comment. “People like to think of a lot of things as ownable, even if only in a sentimental aspect.”
That threw Chuuya into a loop. Objectively speaking, he could work with that sentiment, make it part of the debate, but not while Dazai was staring at him like that. Like he implied something completely unrelated, and let’s be honest, inappropriate by those words. Something that Chuuya should understand – he did, but he wasn’t willing to play into the other man’s weird mind play in the middle of teaching a class.
The redhead cleared his throat and turned back toward the rest of the class.
“This is exactly why I brought up this ever-circulating question, to show you that philosophy isn’t about answering something with one certainty, but simply making up even more questions that can lead to several possible answers.”
With that, the class began to whisper among themselves, and Chuuya felt like he accomplished exactly what he wanted.
“Thank you, Dazai,” he looked back at the student one last time, trying to ignore the simmering heat in his stomach as their gazes met again. “For your input on the debate.”
He didn’t see the expression Dazai was wearing but he still heard his reply. “It was my pleasure, Professor.”
He thanked all existing and non-existing gods at that moment that his steps didn’t falter at the words, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling of chocolate eyes boring into his back as he walked up to the podium. Subconsciously, he congratulated himself for choosing the particularly tight pair of slacks that morning. They made his ass look damn good.
And with that lingering thought, Chuuya just knew he was fucked. Never in his academic career did he ever get sexually frustrated during a debate. Not until Dazai happened, and damn the man, because he was tall, sexy, alluring, and just exactly Chuuya’s type.
And soon, their weirdly flirty debates became kind of a habit.
After their fourth lesson together, and another borderline inappropriate debate in front of the class, Dazai finally decided to take his shot. For a moment, Chuuya was utterly confused about why the student lingered in the classroom but based on his activity during class, Dazai was clearly interested in the material so he might’ve had some more questions left.
“Professor,” Dazai started as he stepped up to the podium, stopping only when Chuuya looked up at him from his sitting position behind the desk.
“Chuuya is fine outside of class hours,” the redhead answered with a kind smile, looking back at the other man expectantly.
“Chuuya.” The way Dazai put emphasis on his name sounded kind of obscene. Chuuya decided to give him the benefit of the doubt though; Dazai must’ve wanted to talk about the lesson, nothing else.
“What did you want, Dazai? Is it about something we discussed during class?”
Chuuya might’ve said the right thing because an answering smile started to bloom on Dazai’s face at his questions. Well, until the smile turned into a much too familiar smirk Dazai often cracked at Chuuya whenever he noticed that the redhead wasn’t as unaffected by their discussions as he tried to display. That smirk never failed to make Chuuya’s somersault and heat pooling in his gut.
Dazai stepped closer, not yet invading Chuuya’s personal space but close enough for him to lose his breath for a second. The younger man leaned against the desk right next to Chuuya, longs legs stretched out and the redhead suppressed a loud gulp as he could see the well-hidden muscles flex under Dazai’s long sleeves as he put his weight on his arm.
“I was wondering if you’d…” Dazai trailed off and Chuuya braced himself for what was coming. “If you’d have any extra credit work for me to do.”
It wasn’t exactly what Chuuya expected, and he glanced up at the man’s face with a frown. “I saw your grades, Dazai. You don’t need the extra credit work.”
“That might be true,” Dazai chuckled at his reply, then leaned closer to Chuuya without hesitation and continued in a lowered voice. “But what if I wanted to?”
Fucking hell, Chuuya thought as suddenly everything clicked into place in his head. The clear indication behind the words left him choking on air and his heart started to beat in his chest like crazy.
It was a slippery slope where they were heading with this conversation, and Chuuya couldn’t decide which way he’d like it to go. He was obviously attracted to Dazai, the man was handsome and charming, and he knew his facts when it came down to academic matters. Moreso, Dazai could make him feel hot and bothered with just one pointed gaze and a well-timed comment on something completely unrelated.
Honestly, he had to sit down by the end of their last two lessons because he popped a semi-hard-on because of Dazai. Chuuya tried to swallow down the tightness in his throat as he debated his options.
Yes, he might have been more attracted to Dazai than he ever was to anyone else, their chemistry was crazy, but the other man was still his student and he had to stick to being professional. He thought about what would Rimbaud and Verlaine say if they ever found out that Chuuya let one of his students fuck him.
He had to clear his throat three times before he was able to answer, but he was determined in his choice.
“I’m sorry Dazai, but I’m only your professor temporarily. I, unfortunately, don’t have the means to offer you extra credit work.”
Dazai didn’t seem discouraged by his subtle rejection and pushed on.
“But wouldn’t being a substitute teacher mean that you can give me exactly the kind of extra work I seek from you?”
Dazai wasn’t wrong – Chuuya’s position held only until the end of the semester, which was a couple of weeks away, and if they were to not see each other in a professional environment anymore, the redhead’s substitute status indeed meant that they could have sex more freely than if he was a permanent addition to the teaching staff at the university.
At Chuuya’s heavy sigh, Dazai almost smiled in victory. Almost, because when Chuuya finally raised his head to look into the other man’s eyes, his expression hardened and the previous flush on his face vanished.
“As I stated, I’m sorry, but I do not have the means to give you what you want.”
Dazai looked like he was going to speak like he was going to try to pester Chuuya a little more, make the redhead crack, but he didn’t speak in the end. He closed his mouth, shot off a tight thank you, Professor, towards the teacher, and left the classroom without further delay.
Chuuya kept sitting at his desk for a few more minutes after the brunet left. He felt kind of bewildered by how easy it was to make Dazai back off. Bewildered, and disappointed. Dazai had no idea just how close to a breaking point Chuuya’s been.
Being close meant exactly one week later.
Honestly, Chuuya had no idea why on Earth did he think that discussing the morality of one’s actions was the right choice for their class debate after Dazai propositioned him, but it happened nevertheless.
Dazai wanted to fuck Chuuya, and the redhead’s resolve to keep their relationship strictly professional was already crumbling. At this point, he wasn’t even sure that let’s say a permanent teaching position would be able to keep them apart.
In hindsight, Chuuya did bring this upon himself, but ever since their talk the week before, he just couldn’t get the possibility out of his head. He simply wanted it, wanted Dazai – more than anything actually.
Talking about Dazai, the younger man was currently in the middle of a heated debate about the aforementioned topic with not only Chuuya but his other classmates as well.
“But wouldn’t it be more of an immoral act to do nothing?”
The man’s question was sharp, and it shook Chuuya out of his dissociative state. He looked up and realized with a startle that even though the question was posed to most of the class, the man was staring directly at Chuuya.
Their eyes lock into each other, intense brown meeting wondering blue, and Chuuya rolls the question around in his head.
It’s simple enough regarding the context of their current debate, but he couldn’t help but contemplate the hidden undertone behind it. Chuuya’s eyes widened as it finally clicked in his brain. Wouldn’t it be worse to do nothing about this simmering tension between Dazai and him, to suffer in silence, than act on their desires and bear the consequences?
He caught Dazai’s mischievous little smirk in the corner of the brunet’s mouth, and no matter how innocent the other blinked back at him, Chuuya knew exactly what was hiding behind that expression.
Before he could react in any way though, Dazai suddenly broke eye contact and turned toward the class as if they didn’t just share one of their most intense moments. Or was it just Chuuya’s mind playing tricks on him? A self-sabotaging mind play in retaliation for the weeks of pent-up frustration he made his body go through?
“What I mean is, if one’s own people are suffering, then wouldn’t saving them be the truly moral way?” Dazai continued the debate, as Chuuya took a moment to compose himself. The redhead slipped behind his desk as he thought through his next steps, then cleared his throat to respond.
“Dazai’s right in that aspect,” he started and all eyes fixed on him as he explained. “In the 1500s, a strong Christian value was embedded into people, but according to Machiavelli's belief, a leader shouldn’t prioritize going to Heaven at the cost of his own people’s lives.”
“But killing is not only a sin in the biblical sense, but a crime in general,” one of the students spoke up and Chuuya turned towards them.
“That’s right too,” he nodded as he scanned the faces of every individual in front of him. He contemplated for a moment how to make them understand the different aspects of looking at a seemingly simple theory. He took a leap of faith. “Machiavelli lived 500 years ago, so to bring the issue a tad bit closer to us, answer me one question. Everybody raise their hands who supported the Rumbling in Attack On Titan!”
As two-thirds of the classroom raised their hands in confirmation, Chuuya shared one last meaningful look with Dazai, then got into his explanation.
The lesson went on like that for another half an hour, and by the end of it, Chuuya made up his mind.
“Class dismissed,” he said and watched as Dazai started to pack up his things. Before he could get too ahead of himself with his task, Chuuya continued, talking directly to the brunet. “Dazai, would you mind staying a little bit longer? I have some notes on the extra credit paper you submitted last week.”
Dazai’s extra credit submission didn’t include any paper though, and they both knew it. Chuuya watched in bated breath as the implication behind his request dawned on Dazai, and the younger man looked up from his bag with an alert expression, then as Chuuya nodded in confirmation towards him, he smirked. Chuuya had to bite his lower lip hard not to react. Not yet, at least.
As the classroom finally emptied, Chuuya looked over at Dazai questioningly.
“Do you have anywhere to be?”
“No,” Dazai replied and stepped forward, abandoning his bag on top of his desk. “I’m free for the afternoon, what did you want to discuss, Chuuya?”
Chuuya cocked an eyebrow at the innocent act, and simply said, “Close the door.”
Dazai complied instantly. He strolled up to the door without any further questions and turned the lock on the door. When he turned back he was met face to face with Chuuya, who took Daza facing away from him as an opportunity to sneak up on the other man.
They stared at each other in silence for a moment, then they moved. Chuuya wasn’t sure whether it was him or Dazai who took the first step, the only thing he knew was that in the next second, both of them lunged, and they met in the middle in a long-awaited kiss.
Chuuya was forceful and nearly feral as he tore into the other’s mouth with all his pent-up frustration from the past couple of weeks. He pushed Dazai into the door, one hand tugging at his hair in a definitely painful manner, angling the man’s face down, the other clutching onto the front of his shirt.
Dazai was no better, his arms circled Chuuya’s waist tightly, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of the redhead’s hips as he brought their bodies to flush together. The move made their hips collide, and couldn’t hold in the breathy gasp as he felt his half-hard erection press into Dazai’s.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Dazai dived in and deepened their kiss, pushing his tongue into Chuuya’s already open mouth without holding back. Their teeth knocked together due to the hasty action, but neither of them cared.
As they practically devour each other, Chuuya could feel the scorching need pool into his groin and his pants started to feel uncomfortable as his dick hardened fully. He let out an impatient whine into Dazai’s mouth and pushed his hips forward to seek friction. Dazai only chuckled at his action and bit down on Chuuya’s lower lip.
But Chuuya wasn’t in a playful mood anymore. He wanted Dazai to ravish him here and now, so he grabbed onto the other and started to pull the man with him as he took a few wobbly steps backward. When it became clear that they wouldn’t get far this way, Chuuya reluctantly separated himself from Dazai.
“We don’t have much time,” he rasped out as an explanation, then he stepped back towards his desk and hopped on top of it. Dazai followed his motions with a deep-set hunger in his gaze, making Chuuya shiver involuntarily.
“What are you waiting for, asshole, you were the one who wanted to play around,” he exclaimed, voice tight with frustrated need. Dazai smirked that insufferable little smile that made Chuuya both hate and want him at the same time, but he started to move nonetheless.
“Chuuya’s so impatient,” he murmured teasingly as he finally stepped between Chuuya’s open thighs.
“You’ve been riling me up for weeks, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me in the next ten minutes, I’m gonna murder you and let the cleaning crew find your body,” Chuuya bit back with an almost feral intensity. The audacity of this man, seriously.
“Such a cruel man,” Dazai cooed as he placed his hands palm down on the desk on both sides of the redhead.
“Fuck you,” Chuuya snarled, snapping finally, then grabbed onto Dazai without further ado and smashed their lips together in another hungry kiss.
Dazai took one last step forward, stretching Chuuya’s tighs just a bit more, and rolled his hips down to press their straining dicks together. The sensation felt too much and not enough at the same time, and Chuuya desperately wished for both of their pants to be gone as he choked on a moan.
Fortunately for him, Dazai didn’t draw it out as he reached down a hand to unbuckle Chuuya’s pants, then with the help of the redhead holding up his hips, he got rid of both the trousers and his underwear. With the needless clothes gone, Chuuya let his hips down. The hardwood surface under his naked skin felt slightly cold and uncomfortable, but with his mind hazed over with lust, and just raw need to finally have Dazai inside him, he simply didn’t care.
Impatience really kicked in now that he was naked waist down, so Chuuya started to reach for Dazai’s pants, but the brunet stopped him mid-movement. Chuuya looked up at the other man with a confused frown.
“I need the lube and the condoms from my bag, and I’d prefer not to walk across the classroom with my dick out,” Dazai chuckled, then tapped at Chuuya’s leg. “Chuuya has to let me go get them before we can go any further.”
“Oh,” Chuuya gasped as he processed the information, then without any further addition to the conversation, he reached for the top drawer of the desk, and pulled it out. Dazai’s eyes widened as he caught sight of the lube and a box of condoms, then he bit his lip, not even trying to hide the amused grin stretching across his face.
“Did Chuuya expect me to fuck him in the classroom?”
“I had an inkling that you’d be insufferable. Don’t ruin it,” Chuuya snarled at that, and Dazai simply beamed at his reaction. It’s fucking annoying, thought Chuuya, then without saying anything else, he simply grabbed Dazai by his messy brown locks and pulled him back into a heated kiss.
Daza pushed against Chuuya and pressed him down with his body weight, not breaking the kiss even for a second while he helped the redhead place his feet on the edge of the tabletop, putting himself completely on display for Dazai to marvel at when he eventually moved away.
“Don’t stare, bastard,” Chuuya tried to sound snappy, but with his breathing coming out as labored pants, the edge of his words got lost.
“Aw, but Chuuya looks so good like this,” Dazai replied teasingly, then as he raked his gaze over the sight in front of him, of Chuuya spread out for him on top of the desk, he added roughly. “I’d really like to eat you out.”
Chuuya didn’t even hesitate with his answer, “Next time, I need you inside me, like yesterday.”
Dazai’s eyes darkened even more with lust. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Then the redhead watched with half-lidded eyes as the man reached for the bottle of lube, opened it, and squeezed a generous amount on his finger. He wanted to tell the other that he didn’t need that much, but his voice betrayed him.
Dazai leaned back in for another kiss as he finally brought down his hand to Chuuya’s ass and his fingers found his hole. He circled them, spreading cold lube onto his skin as he teased his rim. Chuuya hissed from the cold sensation, and almost composed himself enough to berate Dazai for wasting the lube when the man started to push a finger in without warning.
The digit slid in without resistance, and Dazai broke the kiss only to look down at Chuuya in surprise.
“Chuuya,” his tone sounded rough and dangerous, and Chuuya could feel his whole body resonate with it.
“What?” He rasped, extremely aware that the finger slowly started to move inside him.
“You are too loose for it to—” Dazai trailed off, then a needy whine slipped from his lips. His expression was borderline feral at this point. “Have you fingered yourself before class?”
Chuuya felt cocky for a moment at seeing how much this knowledge affected the other man. “And what if I have?”
“Fuck, Chuuya—” Dazai cursed and he started to move his fingers more purposefully as he added another digit. It slid in just as easily as the first one, and Chuuya, even though he felt the slight stretch of it, still didn’t flinch.
Dazai moved his fingers at an even pace, in and out, stretching Chuuya to his best abilities, then added a third digit just for good measure.
As he deemed Chuuya ready, he removed his fingers and reached for the unopened box of condoms. With his body laid on his desk, the teacher’s desk, their earlier debate in class flashed through Chuuya’s mind, and he couldn’t hold back a cynical little snort.
At Dazai’s questioning glance, Chuuya only chuckled. “Morality, my ass.”
Dazai understood the reference instantly, “Oh, but I do believe fucking Chuuya’s perfect little ass will be the most moral thing I’ve ever done.”
“You are insufferable,” Chuuya replied with a grin.
The younger man only laughed at that, then a self-satisfied smirk ran across his face. “I’m trying my best.”
But as Dazai flirted, Chuuya did not pay attention to his words anymore. His hungry gaze was locked on Dazai’s straining dick, finally freed from the confines of his tight pants, as the man expertly rolled the condom down on his hard length. Fuck, Chuuya wanted to feel it inside him.
Dazai moved back between Chuuya’s legs after the condom was in place, and positioned himself. Chuuya could feel his whole body buzz with excitement and need as he braced himself for the intrusion by relaxing his muscles as much as he was able to in his high-strung state.
As he started to push inside him, Dazai made sure to look straight into Chuuya’s hazy blue eyes the whole time.
It burned as his tight muscles stretched around Dazai’s dick, but it was a welcomed sensation as Dazai kept rolling his hips forward slowly until he was buried inside Chuuya up to the hilt.
He stopped only to make sure the redhead was okay, a gesture Chuuya would find even heartwarming in any other scenario, but he was too damn ready and out of his mind to truly appreciate it.
Fed up with waiting any more, Chuuya pushed his hips forward to nudge Dazai into motion. His whole body was on fire, and the silent anticipation was eating him away, but fortunately, the other man got the message. He pulled back slowly, then slammed back into Chuuya with such force, the redhead could feel the bare skin of his lower back drag against the table’s surface. That’s going to hurt like a bitch later, but at that moment, with Dazai finally moving inside him, he simply didn’t care.
As Dazai started to set up a pace, still torturously slow though, Chuuya could feel himself burn under Dazai’s intense gaze, and he had to clap a hand in front of his mouth to silence the whimpers threatening to rip out of his chest.
He knew he couldn’t be loud unless they wanted to get caught; even if he was only a temporary replacement in the faculty, what they were doing right now was highly inappropriate on every level. But it was hard to keep his voice down as Dazai, seeing his attempts of silencing himself, reached for his hand. The man took both of his hands with force, and pushed his arms over his head, keeping them there on the surface with a strength Chuuya had no idea where it came from.
Dazai then started to fuck into him from a slightly different angle, and Chuuya couldn’t help it anymore. He wheezed out a choked sob as he could feel every millimeter of Dazai’s dick dragging against his walls. He’s been so pent-up, so needy for Dazai in the past couple of weeks, and even when he tried to relieve himself, it was never enough.
And Dazai was still holding back.
The continuous slow pace was making Chuuya go crazy, his body practically thrummed with frustration, little shivers kept running up and down his spine as Dazai dragged on, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from crying out loud.
Fuck, he hated Dazai at that very moment. Hated how much control the other man seemed to have over his body, how hazy his brain got with every roll of his hips, and just how fast he was spiraling toward pure madness.
“Please Dazai, please don’t drag it on,” he pleaded, voice coming out weak and breathy.
“But I’m enjoying myself Chuuya, don’t you?” Dazai teased, unbothered, as he glanced at Chuuya’s dick trapped between their bodies, the tip of it already weeping pre-cum and dirtying the redhead’s stomach and shirt.
“Ah–” Chuuya stuttered with a moan. “You are a fucking bastard.”
“And you are gorgeous,” Dazai answered without missing a beat, and the sudden praise made Chuuya choke on his next breath and his dick visibly twitched. “Oh, you like that, Chuuya?”
“No, shut up, assh–,” he broke off as suddenly the head of Dazai’s dick ghosted over a sensitive spot inside him. He needed that, he needed that very same sensation right fucking now. “If you don’t shut up I'm gonna kick you off.”
At that, Dazai leaned in closer, and in a darkly seductive voice he whispered into Chuuya’s ear, “No, you won't.”
Without warning, he let go of Chuuya’s arms and grabbed onto his hips instead to bring his lower half off the table. Dazai then started to thrust harder, fucking into Chuuya with a newfound strength that made the redhead see stars.
The new angle made every slide of Dazai’s dick against his walls feel more intense, then, in only a couple of more thrusts, Dazai finally found what he was looking for, and hit Chuuya’s prostate head-on.
Chuuya couldn’t be entirely sure whether the high-pitched sound came from him or he just imagined it as his ears rang. He felt hot and cold at the same time, his body shivered like crazy as a pleasant pressure started to bloom in his groin.
The harder Dazai fucked him, railing his sensitive spot head-on with every single thrust forwards, Chuuya could feel the eclectic sensation crawl up his spine and spread across his whole body.
His toes curled and he could feel his impending orgasm dawn on him.
“Dazai, I’m close,” Chuuya choked out in warning.
“Hold yourself up,” Dazai ordered and Chuuya braced his trembling legs without question to hold himself up. His hold around Dazai’s dick tightened with the movement, and the man groaned at the warm pressure.
Then, after barely making sure that Chuuya was able to hold himself, Dazai let go of his hips. He planted one hand right next to Chuuya’s head while his other suddenly closed around the redhead’s throat.
Chuuya wheezed out a surprised gasp at the motion, but he didn’t stop Dazai as the hand around him started to tighten its hold and press against the sides of his neck.
Dazai’s thrusts didn’t falter one bit, his pace only quickening more and more. Chuuya could feel his head get cloudy from the mixed sensation of the blocked blood flow to his brain and the constant abuse of his prostate.
After a couple of more thrusts, the buzzing sensation stretched itself taut in his groin, then as he was about to pass out, Dazai’s hand suddenly let up around his throat and the tension snapped inside him, pushing him over the edge.
Chuuya’s brain flatlined as he basked in the pleasure of his orgasm, and he could only vaguely process that Dazai was draping himself over him, hips pistoning in a crazed, uneven pace. Then his hold around Chuuya tightened impossibly, and with a deep, almost broken moan, Dazai cummed too, riding out his orgasms with stuttering hips as he emptied himself into the condom.
Then came the silence —
It took them a while before they composed themselves and redressed. Chuuya’s lower back ached like a bitch, and he could feel his legs shake with every step he took toward the parking lot. Dazai’s self-satisfied attitude didn’t help either.
“Aw, I can’t believe I made Chuuya cum without touching his dick,” Dazai cooed as his usual, insufferable grin stretched across his lips.
Chuuya didn’t feel the strength in himself to actually come up with a retort, so he only let out a tired sigh, “Shit, you’re just gonna be more obnoxious from now on, aren’t you?”
“But Chuuya, you enjoyed yourself.”
“Yeah, I enjoyed getting my lower back skinned by the fucking desk. I’m never doing it on a table again, that bitch seriously hurts,” Chuuya snarled. He wasn’t about to tell the bastard that despite the pain and the inconvenience of the whole situation, it was indeed one of the best fucks in his life. He also decided to ignore the dick comment for now.
As they walked side by side, Chuuya chanced a quick glance at Dazai’s face. His breath hitched when he realized that the other man wasn’t wearing his cocky expression anymore, but he was looking back at Chuuya with a weirdly fond smile.
“Chuuya should invite me over this Friday for dinner and show me his bedroom afterward. If he has an acceptable bed, we might be able to avoid tables in the future,” Dazai said, tone still slightly teasing and the indication behind his words clear as a day, but instead of the usual need pooling in his abdomen, Chuuya felt his chest stir with an unfamiliar warmth he wasn’t yet ready to address.
“Yeah, I can do Friday,” he replied, no trace of hesitation in his statement, then as Dazai’s grin spread, Chuuya simply turned his head and kept on walking.
If he was also sporting the biggest smile ever, no one had to know.