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“Chibi just can’t imagine how much it sucks to have a big dick,” came Dazai’s whiney voice from Chuuya’s right, and the redhead sitting on his couch immediately felt his temper rise. He heard this complaint a million fucking times already, and honestly, he was reaching the end of his rope.
Of course, there were rumors about this among the Port Mafia, but Chuuya could take those. He mastered the art of tuning out mindless gossip and insignificant information around him. He didn’t even care what the whole of the Port Mafia said about Dazai’s dick. It’s not like it was something that affected him, not at all.
But the whining his partner acted out every waking moment he had the chance to bring up the topic – that he couldn’t just ignore. It made Chuuya go almost feral, the irritation, that was. The number of pain relief pills he took for the headaches Dazai caused him could be rivaled only by an addict at this point, and honestly, he just felt so fed up.
He had no idea how Dazai’s two friends, Ango and his precious Odasaku did withstand the constant size-related complaints. It couldn’t be only Chuuya who had to endure the dick topic. The fleeting thought of Dazai’s other friends also raised the question in him as to just why was the Mackerel at his apartment tonight instead of running off with those two. It was another mystery Chuuya wasn’t ready to find out the answer to.
He tried to ignore the whining once again as he took a generous gulp from his glass of wine, which in retrospect might have not been the wisest idea, because the next complaint sounded weirdly different and it made him choke on his beverage.
“It pains me that no one can ever take my dick fully, you know, slug?” Dazai continued, prosing his claim more as a question than a statement after receiving no response from Chuuya to his earlier whine.
Chuuya did not fucking know. To be completely honest, he was sure that he’d taken way bigger dicks than Dazai’s. Then he froze in the mids of that thought – what if he…?
If it meant that his fucking obnoxious partner would finally shut the hell up and stop whining, why not make a bet and prove him wrong? Chuuya was good at that, and he was also good at taking cocks too. In fact, according to most of his previous partners, he was quite spectacular at it.
Oh, such a brilliant idea, and not at all the wine he consumed that night talking. How did he never think about this before?
And with his mind slightly buzzed from the alcohol, suddenly Chuuya found the idea challenging. Chuuya loved dick – he loved its taste on his tongue, the way it pulsed as he took it in his hand, the way it stretched him from the inside… Sure, he took big dicks before, why would Dazai be any different?
Chuuya loved getting fucked, so letting Dazai fuck him with his supposedly huge cock? The idea was unsettlingly exciting, and the more he thought about it, the more restless he became. He wanted to try, and more importantly, he wanted the stupid Mackerel to shut the hell up about the issue.
Yes, Chuuya knew exactly just what he signed himself up for – it was no different from all the other times they made a bet before. It wasn’t different from any of his previous no strings attached hookups either. Or was it?
He truly considered all his options, foggy brain mulling over a mismatched pro and contra list as the minutes ticked by, then he finally opened his mouth to talk, proposing his question as confidently and as nonchalantly as he could. “Hey shitty Dazai, what if I could take your dick?”
From the corner of his eye, Chuuya caught the moment Dazai froze for a second, clearly not expecting the reply. Then, after a moment of heavy silence, Dazai turned towards Chuuya and cracked a teasing smirk at him. “What, chibi? You are so tiny I could put you in my pocket, my dick would be too big for your small body.”
“Hah?! Fuck you Mackerel, I could totally take your dick!” Chuuya exclaimed in outrage as he jumped up from the couch and pointed an accusing finger at his partner. His idea was perfect, why would Dazai make fun of him for it?
“Are you serious?” Dazai asked, expression still amused as if he couldn’t believe that Chuuya wasn’t trying to mess with him right now.
“Of course I am serious. I bet you…” Chuuya trailed off, slightly exasperated by the other’s disbelief, and thought for a moment. What did he possess that could make his intent clear? “I bet you my motorcycle that I can take you.”
Dazai mulled over the offer, then “Chuuya never won our bets before,” he mused, playfulness turning into something akin to uncertainty.
“The hell I didn’t, you are just a cheating bastard,” Chuuya’s voice has risen as he took a threatening step closer to his partner on the couch. He felt outraged at the accusation of not being able to win against Dazai. He would’ve won a thousand times already if the other wasn’t a tricky menace.
Surprisingly, Dazai didn't make any retort to that, as he just kept staring at Chuuya silently, expression morphing into wonder. If he wasn’t still slightly buzzed from the wine, Chuuya could’ve realized that this might have been the first time he saw honest emotions playing on his partner’s face. When Dazai finally opened his mouth to talk again, he sounded uncharacteristically unsure, all earlier cockiness gone from his voice.
“So Chuuya really wants to try it…?”
The unexpected change in attitude was almost off-putting, but as Chuuya wasn’t someone to back down from a challenge, he didn’t budge that easily. He just had to make sure the Mackerel took his offer with the utmost seriousness. No take-backs.
“Yes, let’s do it,” he nodded, putting on his most confident facade while trying to radiate nothing but pure determination.
Dazai gaped at him, “Right now?”
“Of course, when else?” Chuuya asked, cocking a teasing eyebrow. Honestly, he wasn’t sure that if they scheduled it for any other time he’d go through with it. It’d be just too awkward to wait, and he was also fired up to get his win right now.
He could hear Dazai’s gulp at his proposition, but he tried to ignore the subtle reaction as he started to walk in the direction of his bedroom. If they were to get down and dirty, he wanted it to be as comfortable as it can get. He gave a tiny smirk in satisfaction as Dazai followed him without further questions.
When they reached the bedroom Chuuya instructed Dazai to sit on the edge of his bed. The younger man complied, then as he was sitting on the silky sheets, looking somewhat lost, he started to talk again.
“I’m not hard though,” he stated without further elaboration.
“Just get your dick out and help yourself while I take off my clothes,” Chuuya only shrugged. Why did he have to spell out every step to the bastard? If he was so experienced, he should know what to do to solve that issue.
“So forward, chibi.”
The teasing lilt returning to Dazai’s voice made Chuuya relax even though he didn’t even realize just how tense he got due to his partner’s out-of-character hesitancy.
“I’m about to sit on your dick, we are way past being shy,” he snorted and rewarded Dazai’s cheeky grin with one of his own.
Then, without further ado, as the uncertainty around them started to slowly morph into something warm, and a somewhat more tangible tension, Chuuya watched with bated breath as Dazai moved his hands and started to unbutton his pants. Yes, being forward was the way, but the sudden change of atmosphere made Chuuya freeze just for a moment.
The redhead gulped audibly, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the motion as Dazai worked on freeing himself from the confines of his pants.
“Hmm, isn’t Chuuya prone to help me?” Dazai cooed, sounding amused at noticing Chuuya’s blatant staring. That stupid, presumptuous question broke the redhead out of his reverie.
“No, just jerk off or something,” Chuuya barked out, suddenly flustered, then he turned around to get rid of his clothes. He could hear the ruffle of Dazai’s clothes in the background, then a tiny gasp, but he was determined not to show any more signs of weakness, so he kept to his task while he desperately tried to ignore the excited arousal slowly catching alight and crawling up his spine.
He undressed without uttering another word while fighting himself not to look back. If the sounds behind him were any indication, Dazai took his advice, and Chuuya felt an intangible need to watch. His hands shook as he folded his clothes into a neat pile – he wasn’t one to ruin his clothes over a bet, so the further they were from the bed and their future activities, the better.
When Chuuya finally pushed down his underwear, he was already half-hard. Even while turned away, he could feel Dazai’s calculating eyes fixed on him and that sensation mixed with the undeniable tension in the air made his arousal rise tenfold.
He took moment to compose himself, then turned around to face his partner. Fuck, he wasn’t ready for that, not at all. Chuuya’s breath stuck somewhere between his lungs and throat as he tried to process the sight unfolding in front of him.
Dazai sat on the edge of his bed with his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his bandaged chest, and pants open while he stroked his dick. His now, as big as he said it was, fully erect dick. The picture he painted was hot, but what really hit Chuuya was his unwavering gaze with which he stared intensely at the redhead.
He stepped closer as a spellbound man, teeth catching onto his lower lip to bite back the moan that threatened to escape as arousal fully set in his gut at the sight, and looked down, eyes following the motion of Dazai’s hand around his length intently. Chuuya could feel himself salivating.
The urge to lower himself onto his knees and take Dazai’s dick into his mouth came almost out of nowhere, and he had to bite into his own flesh harder to maintain his composure. Fucking hell, Chuuya thought as he licked his suddenly dry lips on instinct, barely registering the faint taste of his blood or the painful throb of his dick as he filled out into full hardness.
His mind was full of Dazai and his huge cock, and Chuuya couldn’t believe just how much he desired his partner at that very moment. He wanted to taste him, feel the hot weight of his dick on his tongue, and yearned for the ache in his jaw as his mouth stretched around the hard member. But that wasn’t part of the bet, so…? Should he?
Chuuya cleared his throat–
“Ah, so you didn’t lie when you said you’re big.”
“I’d never lie about something like that,” Dazai cracked a smile as he answered, his intense gaze never stopping as he raked his eyes up and down on Chuuya’s exposed body.
“You could’ve fooled me,” Chuuya replied while he tried to hide the tiny shivers running up his spine from being eyed up in such a blatantly hungry manner.
“Chibi has no faith in me,” Dazai pouted at that, his expression turning faux-innocent for a second, and Chuuya snarled.
“Not when it comes to your stupid mouth.”
“Oh my dear Chuuya,” Dazai chuckled, sounding almost predatory, then in a split second he changed his tone and asked in all seriousness, “Are you still sure you want to do this? We can still call the bet off.”
Chuuya contemplated backing down. Logically speaking, he probably should’ve done that. For one, Dazai’s bigger than he expected, but now that he laid eyes on him, and just how sinfully attractive Dazai was while he jerked off, he truly wanted to sit on that dick, bet or not.
With the buzz of the alcohol gone from his system, he was supposed to make this decision with a clear head, but he couldn’t ignore his body’s reactions. He couldn’t ignore the scorching heat set in the pit of his stomach, the arousal throbbing in his hard dick, the tingling sensation spreading across his body the more Dazai stared at him, and the almost desperate need to be filled to the brink of his breaking point by his stupid partner in crime.
“I’m sure, shitty Dazai,” he voiced his confirmation with a newfound determination.
“You are such a romantic with all your nicknames, chibi.”
“Don’t act like you are better,” Chuuya scoffed at Dazai’s stupid teasing.
“I call Chuuya cute things though. Like Slug. Slugs can be cu–,” Dazai broke his sentence off the moment Chuuya stepped even closer with a frown, and to the redhead’s surprise, he backed down. “Okay, Chuuya. ”
The emphasis he put on his name made Chuuya shiver. The way Dazai purred his name in such a context made his knees weak, and he feared for his future. This bastard’s going to be his undoing, he could just feel it. Then Dazai spoke again and his mind drew a blank.
“How do you want to be fingered?”
His brain rebooted within seconds, and Chuuya contemplated his options thoroughly. Which would be the easiest position for him to be prepped in? He took his time as he bend over to get the bottle of lube from the box under his bed, feeling smug as Dazai let out a strangled gasp at the shameless display of his body, then he threw the bottle on the bed in Dazai’s direction without looking.
After finally settling on the perfect position, Chuuya crawled onto the bed on all fours, facing away from the other man. He already felt weirdly affected whenever they made eye contact, so if he didn’t have to look at his partner while he was knuckles deep in his ass, it might be for the best.
“Okay, I’m ready, Mack– Dazai,” he declared, correcting himself at the last minute. After a few seconds of no movement from Dazai, Chuuya, ever the impatient one, turned his head to look at him in question.
Chuuya almost choked on his next breath as he laid eyes on Dazai. The other man was staring at him as if he was about to devour him. For a moment, the image of being eaten out by Dazai, getting lost in the sensation as he lapped at his twitching hole with an insistent, wet tongue flashed in Chuuya’s mind, and he could feel his whole body pulsating with need. Jesus fucking Christ, why wasn’t Dazai moving yet?
“Oi, don’t just stare, get your fingers ready,” he rasped, then he berated himself instantly as he heard just how strained his voice sounded. And the other man hadn’t even touched him yet.
It worked though because Dazai finally snapped out of his reverie and turned towards him fully, giving the redhead a clear view of his erect member peeking out of his underwear. Chuuya’s eyes zoomed in on it instantly, and he had to gulp down the newly surfacing desire to take the dick into his mouth. To be safe, he turned back to face the bed instead.
He could feel more than hear as Dazai moved, the silence between them disturbed only by the click the cap of the bottle of lube made as it was being opened, then the bed dipped behind him from Dazai’s weight.
Chuuya was startled by the cold touch as Dazai pressed one hand between his shoulder blades and pushed his upper back down, “Lower yourself chibi, it might be a bit more comfortable.”
Chuuya complied without hesitation, too stung up to complain. It felt weirdly comfortable to be exposed to Dazai’s hungry gaze like that – his face buried into the pillows while his ass remained raised high up in the air.
Then Dazai started to prepare him expertly, and even though Chuuya would never admit it out loud, his partner was unquestioningly good at fingering. One digit became two soon enough, and Chuuya nearly melted under the slow, deliberate way his partner worked him open. He couldn’t do anything but moan and whine as Dazai circled his fingers just the right amount as he kept pushing in and out of his hole loosening the tight ring of muscles while the redhead burned.
Chuuya’s whole body hummed with pent-up desire as a third finger slid in, and he could feel the delicious pain of the stretch of being filled by his partner’s long fingers. He hastily grabbed onto a pillow and buried his face in it to smother his high-pitched keen at a deeper thrust.
“Hmm,” Dazai hummed suddenly, sounding deliberate but unfamiliarly wrecked at the same time. “Lend me some fingers chibi, we need more for girth.”
Chuuya raised his head from the pillow and turned sideways to look back at Dazai from the corner of his eye, but all he could see was a blurry figure as unshed tears blocked his vision. He didn’t want to think about why was he so affected so fast, so he moved instead and offered his hand without a question. He saw just how huge he was, and Dazai must’ve known what he was doing – he could trust him about this.
Dazai let go of him with both hands, and squeezed some lube on the offered fingers, then before Chuuya could start to complain about the sudden emptiness inside him, he guided his hand to push three digits into his already loosened hole. Chuuya’s mouth opened with a moan–
Then Dazai pushed two of his own in next to Chuuya’s.
The redhead couldn’t hold back the sound that ripped from his chest. His whole body shivered as their fingers slid deeper together and the burn of the stretch became almost too much with the added girth.
They stopped for a moment while Chuuya tried to relax and adjust to the size of their fingers combined, then as he deemed himself ready for more, he wiggled his fingers a bit to signal Dazai. The movement wasn’t as synchronized as Chuuya would've liked it to be, but it wasn’t bad at all. Then, just as he was getting used to the stretch, Dazai pushed in even deeper, and his fingertips ghosted over Chuuya’s prostate.
The still coherent part of Chuuya’s brain was so focused on staying relaxed to help the work of the fingers inside him, that the sudden rush of pleasure caught him completely off guard. He choked on his next breath, body flooding with an insistent, blazing heat.
“I wish you could see your hole right now, Chuuya. It’s beautiful, stretched so well around our fingers,” Dazai’s voice drawled, and Chuuya could feel his hole twitch at the praise. The other man only chuckled darkly at his involuntary reaction.
“Fuck,” even if it started as a bet, Chuuya now felt way beyond the point of turning back. There was simply no chance he wasn’t getting fucked tonight.
“Stop stalling,” he wheezed out as an answer, breath coming out shaky.
Dazai didn’t reply, but his free hand tightly clasped onto Chuuya’s hipbone.
It took only a few more minutes before Dazai decided that Chuuya was finally properly prepared for his dick. Chuuya moaned in relief as his partner withdrew both their fingers from his hole and tapped on the redhead’s ass to signal him to move.
Chuuya contemplated for only a moment as he pressed himself into a sitting position but the second he laid eyes on the full-length mirror opposite his bed, his mind was set. Before Dazai could ask, Chuuya opened his mouth with clear instructions rolling off his tongue.
“Sit there, then lay back down,” he said as he pointed at the edge of the bed and Dazai complied almost immediately.
He sat down, feet securely planted on the plush carpet of the bedroom floor then leaned back, keeping himself slightly upright on his elbows. He still had his unbuttoned shirt and bandages on, but he must’ve kicked down his pants and underwear somewhere along the way because he was completely naked waist down.
He looked alluring and sinfully hot like that, spread out on Chuuya’s bed while his hard dick stood proudly, taunting the shorter man into action. Chuuya stared at him for a moment, measuring him again.
“Fuck, I don’t have a large enough condom for you.”
Chuuya was clean, as a sexually active gay man he always made sure to be cautious and went to tests regularly, but Dazai…
His stomach flipped as his arousal flared high. He really wanted to take that dick.
“I went to the mandatory check-up last week, I’m clean,” Dazai said, reading Chuuya’s hesitation as easily as if he just read his mind.
“Okay,” Chuuya nodded, not doubting the words even for a second, and grabbed the bottle of lube. He squeezed a generous amount in his palm, then moved to coat Dazai’s length in it.
The hot flesh jumped under the first touch of his palm, and Dazai let out a strangled whine as Chuuya closer his fist, moving his hand slowly up and down on the pulsating member. He might have been confident that he could take it, but a little safety never hurt anyone.
After he was done spreading the lube out evenly, he wiped his hand quickly, then with a clear set of determination, he decided on the position he wanted to do it in. He climbed on top of Dazai, his back to the other man and his front facing the mirror, and steadied his knees on the surface of the bed before he reached back.
He guided Dazai’s dick to his hole with shaky hands, then as he could feel the wet tip of it press against his rim, he started to lower himself without warning. His eyes glued to the mirror in front of him, gaze zeroed in on that one particular spot where their bodies slowly became one.
Dazai’s hands closed around his hip bones and his fingers dug almost painfully into his flesh as the tip of his dick started to breach through the first rings of muscle, and they moaned simultaneously as the head finally popped in.
The stretch hurt even after the prep they did, but Chuuya didn’t stop to adjust as he worked the dick slowly inside him with small deliberate rolls of his hips, not moving his gaze from their reflection, eyes zeroing in on the spot where Dazai slowly disappeared inside him.
He could feel the fire rapidly scorching through his body the more he took, and for a fleeting second the thought of being ripped apart ran through his brain. His lower half burned and his thighs shook from the effort of holding himself up.
Dazai, feeling his struggle, helped him by guiding his hips, putting effort into holding Chuuya up so he wouldn’t drop down on his length, letting gravity take care of the rest.
“You are doing so well, Chuuya,” Dazai murmured in encouragement, and Chuuya could feel his hole clench at how wrecked his partner’s voice sounded. That sudden tightness around his dick though made Dazai freeze and ask, “Are you sure you can take more?”
“Ahh–,” Chuuya almost wheezed. “Don’t you fucking dare stop now.”
When Chuuya finally felt his ass touch Dazai’s hips, he let out a sigh of relief, and his thighs shakily gave up as he dropped his weight completely on Dazai.
He felt so full he wanted to cry, but he held back and turned his head sideways instead to address the man under him.
“See, I can take you,” Chuuya’s brag sounded faint as his whole body shook from the effort of holding himself up, but it was a brag nonetheless. He finally won a bet against Dazai – even if it was safe to say the other man didn’t mind losing it for one second.
“Yeah chibi, you truly did,” Dazai's answering smile was full of awe and something else that Chuuya wasn’t willing to mull over, well, at least not right now when he was full of dick and leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
He waited only a few more moments, relaxing his involuntarily tensed-up muscles, then started rolling his hips experimentally.
It was a lot, and somehow it was too much and not enough at the same time, so Chuuya kept up his movements, still trying to figure out just how far he could go, as tiny specks of electricity run up and down his spine, making his whole body tingle with desire for more.
As the initial ache started to subside, Chuuya braced his thighs again and moved more intently, settling into a faster, more secure pace, until one of his knees suddenly slipped on the silk sheet. Chuuya let out a choked keen and his hips faltered the moment Dazai’s dick hit his prostate head-on with the new angle.
With Chuuya clenching down on his cock tightly, Dazai didn’t hesitate as he sat up with one fluid motion, one arm closing around Chuuya’s waist, the other landing on the bed behind him to brace himself. Then, securing his hold on the redhead one last time, he started to thrust up into Chuuya, meeting the redhead’s shaky movements with startling accuracy.
Chuuya’s eyes dropped as he got lost in the sensation of getting absolutely railed by Dazai’s hard thrusts. The deeper he went, the more Chuuya’s brain disconnected from his surroundings as he felt the continuous pleasure tickle up his spine and numb his limbs, as the heat in his groin stretched tight. His cock was throbbing and leaking onto his stomach as Dazai pounded into him without mercy.
He was choking on his saliva as he tried to catch his breath every time Dazai’s dick brushed his sensitive bundle of nerves inside him, and after a particularly sharp thrust, Chuuya could absentmindedly hear Dazai gasp in surprise, hot breath washing over his neck.
“Fuck, Chuuya,” Dazai groaned into the red curls, “Open your eyes, baby.”
Chuuya complied without even thinking about it. He opened his eyes but it took him a few seconds before his gaze could fully focus on the view in front of him.
They were in front of the mirror, which wasn’t news as Chuuya chose that spot on purpose, but the sight of Dazai fucking him from behind was something he wasn’t ready to see. Then a slight movement caught Chuuya’s line of vision and he followed Dazai’s hand sneaking across his torso. Then the man pressed his palm onto Chuuya’s abdomen in a particular spot—
“Look at yourself, Chuuya. Taking my cock so well. Fuck, baby, I can feel myself here. I can see my cock inside you.”
Dazai sounded completely ruined as he whispered the words darkly into Chuuya’s throat, and his raspy voice resonated with Chuuya’s body on such a visceral level, he couldn’t hold back a sob. The picture they painted was straight-out sinful, and he could feel a couple of stray tears roll down his cheeks as he tried to take it all in.
To say he looked disheveled would’ve been an understatement – his reflection showed someone thoroughly ravished instead, with glassy, gleaming eyes full of unshed tears, and a messy trail of saliva off the corner of his mouth.
Dazai held his head up with one hand under his chin, while the other pushed onto his stomach, and as he realized Chuuya was watching, he moved his hand away and rolled his hips to fuck into Chuuya deeply at the same time.
And fuck, Chuuya saw it too – subtle, but the tiny bulge on his abdomen was there every time Dazai pushed inside him.
It was the most erotic sight Chuuya’s ever seen, a vision straight out of his deepest, dirtiest fantasies, and he was sure he was never going to forget this – the image of him and Dazai molded into one and shattering into pieces pressed together. He looked so tiny in Dazai’s arms, and yet, they fit into each other perfectly.
His eyes dipped, vision blurring, but Dazai tightened his grip around him and rasped in a demanding tone, “Keep your eyes open, Chuuya, I want you to watch.”
As Dazai’s thrusts speeded up, hitting his sensitive spot at the right angle every time, the raw drag of his dick against his walls made Chuuya’s whole body hum in pleasure as he neared his peak.
It was almost like an out-of-body experience to watch himself bounce on Dazai’s dick, but he was aware of every space of connection at the same time.
“Daz—ah,” he tried to warn Dazai that he is getting close, but his partner, ever in tune with him, understood him perfectly. He held Chuuya’s body up by gripping his hip tightly, then let go of his face with his other hand and closed his palm around his dick. As the warm sensation enveloped his throbbing member, Chuuya’s rapidly fading consciousness blanked out.
Dazai moved his hand in sync with his thrusts, and in only a couple of strokes, Chuuya choked on a sob and cummed, spine arching beautifully and white strips of cum painting his defined abdomen and Dazai’s fist around him.
As his orgasm hit and got milked out of him, his hole clenched around Dazai, and the other man whined at the tightness almost as if in pain. He released Chuuya’s oversensitive member and grabbed his jaw with this cum stained hand to turn his face back.
Dazai smashed their lips together in a filthy wet kiss, then with one, two, three more erratic thrusts, his dick pulsed inside Chuuya and he could feel a warm sensation filling him from the inside.
They didn’t break apart as Dazai tipped over the edge, but by then, it was more panting into each other, fighting to catch their breath than actual kissing. Chuuya’s head then lulled sideways from exhaustion and the connection was broken.
Chuuya had no idea how much time passed after that, but after a while, he could feel Dazai move under him. They didn’t speak as the other man reached for the nightstand, and started to clean his hand and Chuuya’s stomach with a wet wipe. After he was done with the task, Dazai carefully grabbed onto Chuuya’s hips, and slowly started to lift him off his dick.
Chuuya whined tiredly as Dazai’s softening dick slid out of him, while his partner hissed from overstimulation. The redhead felt his body shiver and his hole gape around empty air as warm cum started to seep out of it.
Dazai laid Chuuya’s pliant body face down on the bed, and the moment his head hit the pillow, Chuuya buried his face in it with a groan. Fuck, he was so tired. He could hear Dazai moving around in the background, then he felt something warm and wet touching him as Dazai started to clean him between his ass cheeks with a damp cloth. Chuuya cracked an eye open, but he was too tired to move, so he opted to watch Dazai clean him from the corner of his vision.
The younger man looked ruffled with his loosened bandages and messy brown locks – he looked soft, but also somewhat lost. Chuuya could feel his insides twist with something he couldn’t blame on his arousal.
“Will you stay the night?”
The question was out of his mouth before he could properly think it through, and Dazai froze in place, his expression unreadable.
“Do you…” he trailed off, a rare sight of him searching for words. Then the softness was back. “Only if Chuuya wants me to.”
Chuuya only nodded once and hummed in confirmation as the exhaustion finally kicked in. He crawled under the blankets with his aching body, already dreading the morning when he'd undoubtedly have to call in sick because there was no way he’d bear the humiliation of relying on his ability to keep him standing for a whole day.
As he finally settled in comfortably and made sure that there was enough space next to him for Dazai to fit in, Chuuya closed his eyes.
Having sex with Dazai wasn’t something he planned, and neither did the sleeping together part, but it felt right. All of it felt right, and if he wanted to be completely honest with himself, the two of them happening was inevitable from the beginning, Chuuya just had to stop fighting it.
The last thing he remembered was the bed dipping next to him and a warm body pressing flush to his back, then he was out cold.