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“Da...zai?”
The ensuing silence from the other made the man blink. That is, until a low breath reverberated by his ear.
“You smell heavenlyyy, Chuuuuuya." Dazai leans into the crook of his neck and wastes no time to mark over the flesh. He can’t believe his husband is still fixated on going out when he's already pushed him this far.
Chuuya held back a breathy sigh. He gazes to the hand that travels up his abdomen and under his button-up. Dazai seemed to relish on the piece of fabric, his brows furrowing. Again with his odd and stupid... But charming tendencies. The redhead breathes out a sigh.
“Dazai," he breathes softly, "don’t you have work today?”
“I’m concerned about my wiiiife,” the brunette swiftly replies with a giggle, his lips connecting another kiss on the expanse of pale skin. He hooks a finger over buttons of the fabric and it comes undone as easy as it always does, as well as the zipper from Chuuya's black pants.
“Oh, my apologies, asshole..." Chuuya pinches the arm that circles his hip. "I meant to ask—what's got you worked up."
The man simply dismisses the question while waving his hand. Dazai pulls him up to straddle his lap and with a light tug, the buttons on his wife’s shirt snap open, revealing his chest.
“Nevermind that, your shirt needs to come off. It's all stiff and probably hurting my puppy's chest...” Dazai trails his hands over the tender and pink buds, rubbing circles and pinching them between his fingers. Chuuya gasps, gently placing his hand on the wrist that's milking his tits.
“Don’t—dumbass, I’m sensitive,” Chuuya protests, with a whiney hitch to his statement. While the taller man continues to tease him, he bites down on his lip.
Fuck.
He... Was busy today. He couldn't just... Let himself get fucked by his husband while he had plans arranged, right..?
Dazai's cock stood against his mounds shamelessly, leaving Chuuya's brain to "ease." He certainly couldn't be bothered about work any longer if there's a cock about to penetrate him.
Dazai's eyes locked onto his, he seemed serious. Which was abnormal for Dazai, but he was always protective. Chuuya could've guessed it was because he had plans to go out.
The taller man tips his chin and captures his lips in a kiss. He slips a hand under the hem of his pants, fixing to yank them off, he angles his fingers to prod against the boy’s clit.
“Shit, wait, D-Dazai,” the redhead moaned into his mouth, shuddering under his skillful touch. He felt bare, stripped out of his uniform. With the air brushing against the wet spots over his chest and the fingers scissoring him, Chuuya'd be lying if he said he hadn't craved for more. He glides his tongue over Dazai’s, sucking and tasting the flavor of freshly brewed coffee in a sloppy kiss.
Dazai slips another digit, knowing that his wife can take it easily. This is nothing compared to what he has left to bring. He thrusts in a relentless motion, gliding along wet walls and fucking into his sweet spots.
“Mmh, I hate your f-fingers, a-asshole...” Chuuya purred as he rolled his hips to the thrusts of his fingers, creating a sopping mess that patches in his own pants. Disgusting squelches echo within four walls while the submissive man tugs onto the taller’s coat. He was close.
"You don't seem to hate them at all, darling." Dazai coos.
The brunette pulls his digits out, his tongue lapping onto his fingers to taste his mate as if it’s the most natural thing to do.
“You taste delicious,” he murmurs. It’s a wonder how Chuuya’s 'heat' could make him more breedable than he already is.
“H-Hey! Don't stop now, fucker... You—” Chuuya whines. His hand flew to desperately sensitize the spot in his pants. He craves for friction that can get him to the edge, even if he has to do it himself. His pants are quickly torn off.
“Then lie down, puppy,” Dazai purrs, a low timbre that brought a shiver down his spine. “I’ll breed you as you wish me to.”
Chuuya could only swallow at the promise. Dazai shifts down and takes his pants off, leaving himself in nothing but his coat and button-up. The shorter boy gets atop their shared bed on all fours and tilts his head back, like he was performing a ritual. A nightly one.
“Dazai.”
Chuuya murmurs, propping his ass up and reaching down to his entrance to be parted by his fingers. The pink folds pulsed with need, coated in trickles of wetness that glisten invitingly. The man gazes into dark brown eyes, face painted luscious pink.
This was the most embarrassing fucking thing he's ever done.
But it must be done. He needs to be fucked and bred.
A smirk forms upon the taller man's lips. He supposed he should... Finally reward his wife...
“D-Darling, don’t you want to fuck me?” the ginger grunts with a roll from his hips. Droplets of slick leak from his sloppy cunt. Though it sounded like a challenge, Dazai was up to that.
“Don’t regret your words, slut.” Dazai replies, lining up an aching cock and pressing the crown against his entrance.
“It’s a little too late for that anyway,” Chuuya shakes his hips, teasing his tip with his drenched folds. His blue eyes clouded with lust, his fingers spread over the sheets. “Hurry, hurry u- ah! Ah, mmnh...”
In one smooth motion, the shaft entered the young man and spread his insides. Chuuya hitched a breath, fingers clenching onto the sheets.
Big. Oh, he’s so big— Of course he is. This wasn't new information.
“We’re not done, Chuu…” the man growled, snapping his hips against the soft peaks and burying deep into the other. The tip of the detective's cock slammed against his deepest spot, causing slick to squelch divinely out of Chuuya's soaking wet pussy.
Chuuya's arms collapsed from the sheer force of the deep thrust, his chest pressing down and chin buried onto the mattress. His lips parted, but only a thin line of drool slipped past and no words escaped. The burst of pleasure made aqua eyes roll to the back, seeing stars as his insides gave out and he squirted over his dick.
Dazai grinned from the tight squeeze of white liquid around his cock. It seems that his wife's heat had only made him tighter, being they hardly have time for intimate times such as this as of recent. Considering this, he’ll indulge his mate and make his insides fit his girth. For every day he's missed out on, he’ll take his time to please his lover's insides and fill him with fresh seed.
The man pulls out and shifts the smaller onto his back. He lets out a little whimper, hips quivering, still, from the after pleasure. Dazai parts his legs and buries his cock into him once again.
“Ah! Da...z-zai!”
A loud moan spilled from his lips. He’s sensitive and had wet the bed far enough from just insertion. He didn't think he could take it if Dazai kept up his rough pace.
“F-Fuck, D-Dazai... I just c-came— oh! ”
Dazai began with slow, sensual thrusts. The eyes of a sin-filled individual relish in every movement of his mate, every twitch and parting of his folds. The way he quivered and squeezed around his cock. What a sight it was to watch his husband writhe and pant breathlessly beneath his frame.
The brunette leans in and licks over a bud, biting and sucking on the white liquid that trickles from it. Fingers dig onto his shoulders as they form crescents over his skin.
“Hahh...” Chuuya whimpers, sensitized over the stretch by his hole and his chest at the same time. It was all too much. He tilts his head away, moaning as Dazai drags along his walls and buries deep into his heat.
“Is this good, love? Is this too much for you to handle?” Dazai teases, very clearly knowing what his husband's response would be.
Chuuya rapidly shakes his head. Dazai's tongue picks up the stain of milk left behind on his lips. He props an arm by the side of Chuuya's head, hues of brownish-red gazing down at his beautiful pup.
“That's right, slut. You love being fucked stupid by me, don't you? Want me to get you pregnant, huh? Dumb puppy?”
Chuuya parts his lips, then closes them. A blush warmed his cheeks at the question. Admittedly, he misses Dazai's degradation. Oh, how could his husband be so bold. Didn't he know that was his thing?
Dazai's eagerness truly knows no bounds.
“Y-Yes sir, I do... But—” Chuuya's words were cut off by a kiss on his cheek, then his lips, where the taste of milk had replaced the mild flavor of bitter coffee.
“Fuck, I love it so—So much when you call me things like that. Fuck, Chuuya—You're such a fucking mess. So bold until you have a cock stretching your tight pussy open.” Dazai replied, his hands reaching to the man's inner thigh and folding him back in a mating press. “Hmm, if I breed you full, your body will remember just who you belong to. Every inch of you is mine.”
Chuuya watches as the man's sculptured waist lines with the back of his thigh. His husband towers over him, chocolate brown locks streaming down like ink.
Breed. Chuuya wants to be bred. He wants to be knocked up and fucked stupid.
He lets out a nervous chuckle. For once, he felt small when looked upon by his beloved. The man could grip back onto the pillows and only pray that he’d retain at least half the mind to... Possibly continue his plans when this is over.
Dazai smirks at his reaction. His wife never backs down no matter what position he’s put into. He lowers his hips and comes down with the first thrust, the motion rocking the man’s body against the mattress.
Chuuya gasps. A loud creak echoes in the room, then another, and more until he assumed the bed was broken into. Dazed, lust-filled eyes shift to his abdomen where a strained hand lies, pressing down over a light indent from the cock that pistons into him. The pleasure that peaked in the pits of his stomach shakes him to the core, making him mewl between incoherent noises and the many names of the detective spilling from his lips.
“My God! Dazai, oh–fuck! Fuck yes, right there! Hah, oh my God,” Chuuya pleas, his nails scratching over his husband's back, pinned down by the sheer force of relentless thrusts.
“Tighten up, whore..." Dazai purrs, canines peeking beneath his lips from the filthy slaps of two bodies burying deep into the other's heat. With sweat lacing his skin, the submissive man quivers and tightens around his cock, his chest bouncing, pressing against the other as he comes for the second time with a wrung-out cry. Dazai leans in and captures his lips, muffling his voice as he cums hard with spurts of thick cum, completely coating his insides with white. Hot tears slip from sea blue eyes as he takes the rocking of hips with panted breaths as the taller man rides out his orgasm.
“D-Damn, you must have been super pent up...” Chuuya moans as he wraps his legs around the other. Fresh cum filling him to the brim and dripping down from his entrance.
Dazai allows his head to slowly move forward, still letting a few quick spurts fill him. He tilts his head back up to make eye contact with the ginger, pulling him in for a deep, blood drawing kiss.
"Hey, what the h-hell was that for?" Chuuya pulled out of their kiss, tasting his lip's blood. Dazai wiped his chin and chuckled.
"Apologies... I wanted to taste more of my sweet mama," he coos, leaving Chuuya's mouth agape.
Right. The whole... Breeding thing.
Guess he wasn't getting anything done today after all.