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Choosing each other as their first time wasn't that hard, actually.
It was fucking awkward in the beginning, obviously. But they decided that the best way to start it was to simply get naked. After all, neither of them were looking forward to making the whole romance thing, they are just friends that are also curious about each other's bodies, that's all.
But that didn't mean that Dazai's heart didn't pick up when he saw the ginger's body. Chuuya was already looking away from him, his face pink. Dazai looks at him up and down, how soft the meat of his thighs look, how under the baggy clothes, Chuuya has a slightly soft and cute belly.
His entire body is covered in beautiful freckles; he can see some scars and bruises from Chuuya's routine of being reckless while going sports. His happy trail and the ginger pubic hair and hairy legs, Chuuya looks so real , so full of experiences .
Dazai thinks about the videos and photos he saw before, all the bodies, their skin, it was immaculate, too perfect, too unrealistic. Seeing Chuuya? He feels strangely alive , and he can feel the heat at the pit of his stomach burning. It's a strange feeling, but it is a pleasurable one.
In Chuuya's mind, it was more about seeing a dick in real life than a desperate need of having sex . He wasn't born with a dick, so naturally he's curious about it: how it is, how it could feel under his palm, the warm and delicate flesh.
Chuuya is still sitting at the end of the bed as he looks up at Dazai's skinny frame, still a bit sheepish of how the taller boy is zeroing his lap. But he takes the image in, anyways. Lanky limbs, pale skin, broad shoulders. He coughs at the sight of Dazai's dick already half hard. Oh dear.
"Come sit," He orders. Dazai obeys.
Both are sitting side by side, their clothes in two piles on the floor. Chuuya sighs, touching his friend's hand.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good, a bit nervous."
"Do you... Want to touch me?"
"... Yes.”
Crawling to the center of the bed, both boys sit again. Chuuya looks at Dazai, then at his hands, and Dazai looks so unsure that he wants to ask if he's okay, if he wants to stop. But in the next second, Chuuya's back is on the mattress, Dazai holding his shoulders.
Dazai's hands wander around his arms and collarbone, close to his small chest, and he sighs at the featherlight touch. Dazai's hands are ice cold .
"Can... Can I?" Dazai asks, hands just centimeters from touching skin.
"Yeah.”
Chuuya shivers when those hands cup his tits, cold skin giving him goosebumps as Dazai explores his chest, massaging it, fingers brushing against his already hardening nipples. Dazai's breath is closer now as he moves in between his legs, he smells like mint.
His hands go down to his middle, touching his belly, and Dazai sighs as he feels Chuuya's soft skin, squishing it slightly at the feeling how it gives in under his hands.
"Stop squishing me..." Chuuya mumbles, his face redder than before, one hand on his mouth.
"You are cute."
Chuuya squirms under him, pouting and hitting Dazai's thigh with his legs.
"Stop fucking around and—"
"Can I kiss Chuuya?"
Oh.
Chuuya's eyes widen, breath catching in his throat. They didn't really discuss what they could do and what they couldn't do.
Dazai looks as nervous as he is, his bangs partially covering his eyes. He's biting his lips again, Chuuya is worried if he will make himself bleed again like this.
"Watch the brackets," He concedes, his thumb pressing at the brunette's bottom lip to free it from his teeth.
Dazai sighs at the touch. Chuuya is like a furnace, his body running hot, scalding like lava. He moves on top of the shorter boy, hands at each side of Chuuya's head as he sinks closer to him, their lips brush against each other. Dazai can taste his strawberry gloss, sticky and sweet.
Dazai Osamu has already kissed a fair amount of people, and he's sure Chuuya has, too. But they still move carefully around each other, simply pecking their lips before finally kissing for real . Chuuya is sweet and salty and addictive, and his lips are so soft.
Chuuya sighs, holding Dazai's nape and deepening the kiss, tasting the mint of his mouth, feeling Dazai squirming against his body when he takes control of the kiss. Breathless, sweaty, with their skin rubbing against each other. Chuuya can feel Dazai's hard member against his thigh.
Chuuya’s free hand goes to the taller boy's chest, fingers sliding from his collarbone, pinching his nipple just to feel Dazai whine against his mouth, hips bucking against his inner thigh.
"Chuuya..."
"You can touch, 'Samu," He says breathy.
Dazai's hand goes down again, tapping the side of Chuuya's body, from his waist to his thigh, holding in his left knee and making him open his leg wide. Chuuya still feels embarrassed, but now that feeling is just background noise as Dazai uses his thumb to open Chuuya's lips.
He hasn't noticed just how wet he has gotten until now. Dazai's weight is not on him anymore; he's sitting again, holding Chuuya's waist on one hand as he looks mesmerized by his pussy. Chuuya can't take it, it's too embarrassing for him. He hides his face with his arms.
" oh ... it’s so soft," Dazai comments as he smears Chuuya's slick around his sex, making Chuuya gasp when his thumb presses against his clit.
"Do that again..." He asks, breathless. His entire body feels like it is conducting electricity.
Dazai isn't dumb, he complies.
His other hand let go of Chuuya's waist to hold his lips open as Dazai massages him. Dazai wants to see it, licking his lips as he watches Chuuya's untouched hole gushing more slick, sliding down to his ass.
" 'Samu ..." Chuuya is a mess , squirming each time Dazai presses harder against his clit.
"Don't stop, fuck , I'm close..." Chuuya looks wrecked, skin glittering with sweat, flushed so red around his face and neck and collarbone, and hands clammy as he thrusts against Dazai's hands, toes curling. He's so, so close, just a bit more, just a bit, please .
But then it stops, he whines pitifully as he thrusts into nothing, holding himself up against his forearms.
"What the hell, Da—"
Chuuya can't finish his phrase, not while looking at how Dazai is desperate for relief too, stroking himself fast, eyes shut tightly.
The tip of is dick is already leaking beads of precum, helping the slide as he uses the same hand that was sticky with Chuuya's fluids to touch himself. The ginger bit his lip, looking at how Dazai looks so beautiful like this. Desperate for pleasure.
Chuuya can feel himself throbbing with lust, he looks so hot like this, damn. He's still on Dazai's lap, legs parted open and dangerously close to Dazai's cock. He wants to touch it so badly .
"Can I?" Chuuya asks as he moves closer, his hand moving close to Dazai's.
"S—sure.”
Chuuya’s hand wraps around the length as Dazai lets go of his shaft. Watching how invested the ginger is, his hand begins closing and opening slightly, making him gasp at the sensation. It feels like something pulsating around him, he wishes he could feel it around his whole dick.
Chuuya gasps in awe as Dazai throbs in his hand, finally moving his hand up and down slowly at first, feeling the veins against his palm, thumb pressing against the head and dragging it down every time he touches it. Dazai bites his lip, Chuuya is moving so slow , this is torture.
"Chuuya..." The brunette moans breathless, fisting the sheets at his sides. "Please."
Chuuya looks up at him, his pupils are blown up and he looks marvelous . Dazai sees white for a moment when Chuuya starts stroking him fast without any type of warning the wet sounds becoming so lewd, he feels embarrassed.
" A-ah! Chuuya!" Dazai moans, loud. He won't last if Chuuya keeps up with this pace!
A cold feeling makes him buck his hips against the ginger's hand in surprise, his mouth agape as he forces himself to finally open his eyes and look down to see what that cold liquid is.
Chuuya's face is so close to his dick now, his mouth open and tongue sticking out as he lets his spit drip directly on Dazai's head. He looks so shy , how dare he be so sexy?!
"It's to help... It was drying up..." Chuuya mumbles shyly as if he's not breaking Dazai apart by his dick.
Dazai is not going to last like this, he's already too close, his dick now coated with slick and precum and spit, it's filthy, and yet…
"I'm close– Chuuya please —" He's not shy to beg for it, finally letting his hips thrust fast and uncoordinated against Chuuya's fist. "Please!”
Chuuya feels like a damn god , watching how a simple move of his wrist makes Dazai moan like a whore, his chest heaving and sweat making his hair stick to his face and drip down his jaw to his collarbone, glittering with the faint light coming through the window.
"coming, coming , Chuu—" Dazai arches his back so beautifully as his thrusts turn shallow and uncoordinated, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he comes all over his hand and lap. Ropes of creamy and hot cum drip down Chuuya’s fist and belly, tainting the sheets.
Chuuya is as breathless as Dazai like it was his own climax, still moving his fist slightly when Dazai jerks a bit against him, whining from how sensitive he is right now. He can feel Dazai softening slowly in his hand. It’s a strange sensation, how it starts to turn flaccid again.
"Shit..." Dazai breathes out, wobbly legs trying to move as he stretches his arm to pick up a box of tissues, taking a handful of them and trying to clean Chuuya's belly and thighs, still a bit slow from his orgasm. "Sorry... I made a mess," Dazai seems sheepish, his face red.
Chuuya is still silent, observing that oversized mackerel trying his best to clean his own cum while his pupils are still blown up from his orgasm.
Why are you so cute?
"Shit, sorry Chuuya, you haven't even finished yet—" Dazai's words die halfway his lip as Chuuya kisses him.
It's sloppy, sweet and hot, Chuuya bites the brunette's bottom lip, making him whimper against his mouth as both fall down on the bed again, still kissing as Dazai's hands hold Chuuya's waist, breaking the kiss and mouthing at Chuuya's jaw and neck, hot breath against his damp skin.
Chuuya squirms, that warm feeling at the pit of his stomach getting tighter again. Breathy moans falling from his mouth as Dazai nips at his skin almost desperately, his dick already trying to get up again, Chuuya can feel it twitching against his leg.
"Chuuya..." Dazai whispers, his voice hoarse, making Chuuya feel it down his spine, arching his back.
"Fuck, Dazai... Do something already..." I want to cum , is what he wants to say.
"You are getting tense again..." Dazai replies, kissing down his collarbone and shoulders.
"I—” Chuuya looks away, to the wall, to anything. He managed to play it cool until now, but a dick going inside of him, it still scares him even if only a bit. Fingers aren't the same thing. "So what?"
"It will hurt, I think... I mean, if you are too tense," He sounds nervous, too.
Chuuya hums, feeling Dazai's head resting on his chest, his hand caressing his waist in soothing circles.
"I'm nervous too, but Chuuya is the one who can get hurt if he isn't ready to do it," Dazai can hear his heartbeat right now, how it is slowing its pace. Good. "Does Chuuya want to stop?"
"What? No!" Chuuya smacks his head with no real force, making both of them laugh.
"I could say that an oral could be easier to help you relax, but Chuuya said that he doesn't trust my metal mouth anywhere near his pussy," Dazai pouts comically.
"I wonder why," Chuuya laughs as Dazai gets on his knees again.
"Then, what do you want me to do?" Dazai asks while still holding Chuuya's waist, waiting for his answer.
Chuuya ponders for a bit, swinging his legs on Dazai's sides, glaring at the ceiling and unconsciously pouting.
"Finger me, then."
"Oh?" Dazai seems a bit surprised at Chuuya’s bluntness, a slight blush blooming on his cheeks.
"I already did it a few times, it won't hurt." Chuuya can feel his face heating up after confessing that, but it isn't like Dazai didn't already see everything , so there’s no point in not saying it.
"Very well then, I will take care of Chuuya." Dazai smiles as he pulls Chuuya closer by his waist, hands sliding down and giving Chuuya's thighs a good squeeze, feeling how soft the boy’s skin is. "You really did hide your pretty legs very well, didn't you?"
It seems like his attempt to distract the ginger works, because Chuuya turns red like a tomato, hands in his mouth, scandalized by Dazai’s words.
"Oh, shut up you pervert!" With eyes shut from embarrassment. Chuuya doesn't see when Dazai gets closer to his face again, nuzzling at his cheek and sending shivers down his spine.
"That's because Chuuya is very pretty." That is true , even if Dazai is very sheepish in telling so many secrets he guarded to himself in just one day, thank you very much. But Chuuya seems to be more at ease if he's angry or embarrassed. So if being a simp will help, Dazai will do it.
Plus, Chuuya whining against him as he squirms? That’s way sexier than any porn he’s ever seen until now. Dazai kisses his cheek, tucking a piece of Chuuya’s hair behind his ear and bites it, feeling how Chuuya squirms even more against his body. He Kisses and licks the reddened skin as an apology.
Chuuya gasps, one hand holding onto Dazai's back as the other entrelaces its fingers into locks of brown hair, he didn't know he was this sensitive on his ears!
"Chuuya is very, very pretty." Dazai whispers directly against the shell of his ear, voice low.
"D-dazai..." Chuuya doesn't know what he wants , the shivers running down his body, Dazai's hands going up, touching his stomach, his ribs, fingertips brushing against his sensitive chest as he abuses his ear, kissing and licking and biting and talking nonsense .
"I think Chuuya is the prettiest." Dazai kisses his jawline, biting down on his neck at the same time he pinches Chuuya's nipples. "He's the prettiest in our class, the other boys don't look half as good as Chuuya."
Chuuya can't hold in his moans, legs squirming against Dazai's waist as his kisses go lower and lower.
" 'Sa–Samu..." Chuuya gasps when he feels Dazai's lips on his chest, sucking on his left nipple gently as his hands goes down, pressing against his belly, it feels like liquid fire leaving a burning trail as it passes.
Dazai's hands move smoothly against his skin, going down.
The brunette holds Chuuya's thigh apart as his left hand goes up again, palming the other boy's cunt and making him sigh at the gentle touch. Dazai bites gently at his chest, making Chuuya squirm at the same time he starts to play with his clit using his thumb, making Chuuya moan beautifully.
Dazai sighs, almost lost in his delight of taking Chuuya apart like a puzzle, his fingers going down between his folds, his fingertips teasing his entrance just enough to feel him shudder under his mouth. He's still wet, hot and perfect , Dazai feels himself getting drunk with all that. he wants more .
And just as Chuuya said so before, pressing his middle finger inside isn't that hard, it makes Chuuya moan softly at the intrusion, his legs parting even more as Dazai kisses his ribs, biting down his tanned skin.
" Yes , just like this," Dazai murmurs against him, his finger halfway inside.
Chuuya bites down his bottom lip, feeling the familiar pressure of something inside of him as Dazai's finger keeps on getting deeper and deeper. His fingers are not as brutish as his own, but they are longer , making Chuuya gasp when Dazai is finally all the way in, his finger engulfed by the wet heat.
"Is everything okay?" Dazai asks, looking up at Chuuya.
"Yes, just– keep going..." Chuuya can't look at him, not with his arm on his face to cover his red cheeks.
Dazai moves his hand back, just enough to thrust inside again, making Chuuya mouth a yes that only he can hear.
It doesn't take long before Chuuya is again at the border of an orgasm, one of his legs hooked up on Dazai's waist as he moans and gasps at the brutal pace Dazai picks up, already three fingers in. The wet sounds are erotic , the way Dazai kisses his neck, the way he bites it, it feels so good .
"Don't stop, fuck, Osamu, don't stop!" Chuuya orders him, a high pitched moan leaving his mouth when Dazai thrust his fingers head on at his sweet spot.
Dazai stops immediately, his face pale with worry as Chuuya catches his breath.
"Did I hurt you??" Dazai asks almost frantically, his fingers midway inside and his eyes widening in concern. But the brunette doesn't have time to say anything else.
Not before Chuuya pulls him by his hair, making the boy look at him eye to eye. He looks wrecked, his face and shoulders red as he breathes deep and slow. But Chuuya’s eyes are very determined as he talks almost directly against Dazai’s lips.
"Don't you dare stop, fuck me ," Chuuya orders him, kissing Dazai’s chapped lips like he owns them.
And who is Dazai if not an obedient boy? His fingers start to thrust even faster and harder, making Chuuya keen against his mouth as he scissors his finger inside of him. The ginger arches his back, moaning as Dazai takes the chance to bite his unprotected neck again.
This time, it does leave a mark, a pretty reddening print of his teeth right below the boy’s jugular. Chuuya whimpers, rocking his hips against Dazai's fingers as the latter focus on leaving a map of hickeys and love bites on his shoulders and neck when he receives no protests in return.
Maybe he will get smacked later, but he doesn't care, he wants to see Chuuya suffering with his mom's makeup, trying to cover up his marks. His thumb starts to press and circle Chuuya's clit, making him almost scream with the sudden wave of pleasure, his legs trembling around Dazai's waist.
Chuuya squirms, hands fisting the sheets as Dazai bites his shoulder again, he's so close it hurts. The knot at the pit of his stomach feels so, so tight he thinks he will burst, tears running down his face.
"Close.. I'm close ...!" The shivering boy moans. Dazai kisses him again, eating his sounds of pleasure, his gasps and his breath away.
Everything is too hot; he can't control his hips and how they are rocking desperately against Dazai soaked fingers, he can feel his fluids dampening and ruining the sheets.
And then, all of sudden, everything turns white as Chuuya feels how his entire body trembles uncontrollably, hips raised high against Dazai's hand, toes curling as he dips his feet on the mattress. He's pretty sure he just ripped Dazai's sheets, and the bastard has the audacity to tease him.
His thumb pokes the ginger’s throbbing clit meansely, making Chuuya whine every time Dazai touches his oversensitive flesh, his hips bucking weakly against Dazai's thumb. At the same time he wants to run away from the touch, it is too much, he thinks he may die if Dazai doesn’t stop.
Slowly, Dazai takes out his fingers, taking advantage that Chuuya is too out of it yet to taste him, licking his fingers clean as he watches those blue eyes dazed by post orgasm high.
"How are you feeling?" Dazai asks, feeling his dick already hard, dangerously close to Chuuya's folds, almost brushing against him.
"Hm..." Chuuya whines, finally managing to look back to the boy in front of him."Good... It was good..." Chuuya answers, still trying to control his breathing, his chest feels heavy and light all at the same time, like he's flying.
Dazai smiles at him, his clean hand taking the hair out of Chuuya's face, tucking it behind his ear. "I'm relieved, then.”
Chuuya can't really control what his body is doing right now, he nuzzles against Dazai's hand, still half out of it.
"How can your hand be that cold?" He mumbles."It's nice..."
Dazai feels his heart picking up again, he sighs at the adorable sight that is Chuuya being affectionate.
He manages to move Chuuya to lie on his side, hugging his waist when he lies behind him. They stay like this until Chuuya is more relaxed. Dazai doesn't comment on how their hands are also clasped together, so instead he just sighs. Dazai looks up from Chuuya’s shoulder, noticing that the ginger is more alert now, looking back at him.
"Want to continue?" The brunette asks, holding Chuuya's hand a bit firmer than before.
"... Yeah," Chuuya smiles back at him. He's still dripping sweat, the sky is already a deep blue sea behind the window.
Chuuya turns around, looking at those dark brown eyes before they finally kiss again, slower this time, Chuuya's hand holding Dazai's cheek.
It is easier to take it slow this time, featherlight touches, caresses, kisses. They taste salty, like sweat and like contentment.
"Do you need help?" Chuuya asks as Dazai struggles a bit with the condom package.
"No, I got it" He says as he finally manages to open it, fingers sticky with lube as he rolls the condom down his dick, making sure that he puts it on correctly.
"Is it comfortable?" Chuuya asks, curious as he sits against the pillows.
"Chuuya... Guys are such jackasses," Dazai pouts, annoyed. "This is perfectly fine!"
Chuuya laughs at Dazai's indignant expression.
"Is that so?"
"They act like using it will cut your circulation off or something! It is fine! I can still feel everything too, why are they so whiny?!" Says the boy who is also whining right now.
Chuuya just laughs more.
"Just come here, you baby," Chuuya opens his arms, still snorting a bit.
And just like that, they are in each other's arms again, kissing as Chuuya helps Dazai to get in position, holding the base of his dick and guiding him to his entrance. Taking a deep breath, Chuuya relaxes.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
The head slides between his folds, poking at his entrance. Both sigh at the touch, he's still so wet from his orgasm, and Dazai can feel how warm Chuuya is around him. Slowly, he starts to push forward, his entire body shivering and stiffing at the wet heat around him.
"Ooh..." Dazai bites his lips, closing his eyes, hands holding tight on Chuuya's waist, their foreheads touching as a way to ground both of them.
Chuuya hisses, it is way thicker than his or Dazai's fingers, it feels like too much and not enough at the same time.
"Can I?”
"Yes..." Chuuya whispers, moaning softly as Dazai starts to go deeper in a slow thrust, making sure to stop every time he thinks Chuuya is uncomfortable.
It takes a moment, but Dazai finally bottoms out, his cheeks flushed like cherries and mouth open. He looks perfect, and Chuuya wants to kiss him again.
Chuuya feels so full right now, he can feel Dazai twitching inside of him, so, so deep. They are already out of breath again, lips close to each other, foreheads pressing together as they try to breath slowly. It is a new sensation, way better than fingers.
"You… You can move..." Chuuya breathes out, biting his bottom lip.
"O–oh, okay..." Dazai feels lightheaded with how warm and wet Chuuya is, he thinks he may cum too soon with just how good it feels to be inside of him.
With slow and shallow thrusts, Dazai moves, making them both moan softly each time he bottoms out. Chuuya taps Dazai’s hand, holding it and interlacing their fingers, with their faces close as Dazai moves his hips. It feels good , so much better than jerking off.
It is more intimate than just using their hands; each time his hips move forward, Dazai tries to change the direction he is thrusting, trying to find that spot again as he starts to pick up speed, Chuuya's breath becoming shorter each time, until…
"Ghm!"
There it is, that spot from before.
Chuuya's hips jerk against Dazai's, eyes closing as he moans even louder, their breaths mixing as their lips brush against each other everytime time Dazai moves his body. They are already a mess, sweat pooling on their skin as Chuuya hugs Dazai's hip with his right leg, inciting him to thrust harder as he nips at Dazai's lip.
"You don't need to be gentle..." Chuuya whispers against his lips, he can't even finish it without moaning against the brunette's mouth again. "Osamu..."
Dazai can feel Chuuya's body pressed against his, feeling his goosebumps each time he hits his sweet spot. He can feel how Chuuya is already close, too.
He let go of Chuuya's hand, propping his knees on the mattress and holding the ginger's waist up. Chuuya whines a bit, confused by his movements, but he doesn't have time to ask what Dazai is doing before he slams his entire length back inside with more force than before.
Dazai bites the inside of his cheek, trying to control his moans as he continues to fuck into Chuuya faster, holding his waist close to his own pelvis as he does so. Dazai breathes heavily, denying himself from making any sound as he watches the ginger’s expressions. He only wants to hear Chuuya . Dazai groans when Chuuya hugs the small of his back with his trembling thighs, arching his back like a bow.
Dazai can see how fast Chuuya is breathing, how his skin is glittering with sweat, and how he has a hand in his hair as the other fists the sheets. He can feel each time Chuuya's walls pulse around him, how his legs tremble against his hips.
"P—pretty..." He moans, hands holding Chuuya's waist tight.
Chuuya seems so close already, but so is he, and he really doesn't want to finish before his partner on his first time. It’s embarrassing! He stops for a moment as he presses Chuuya against the bed, using his own frame to pin him down as he puts Chuuya’s legs on his shoulders.
"What are you— OH–" Chuuya screams when Dazai bottoms out again, his weight and the position making him go so deep Chuuya can feel him in his throat, legs shaking as Dazai resumes his pace again, his face dripping sweat as he huffs for air. Chuuya look so fucked out already, tears running down his cheeks as he whimpers.
Neighbors be damned, Dazai wants to make him scream more , until the whole neighborhood can hear him. His uncle isn't home, he can take care of any noise complaints later, Mori always manages to talk his way out of trouble.
"Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya...!" Dazai shivers as he feels how tight Chuuya is contracting around his dick, like he wants to milk him dry.
Chuuya tries to say something, but another roll of Dazai’s hips makes him mewl.
"A–again...! Coming—!" Chuuya bites his own fist, trying to muffle his moans as he climaxes; he can feel how wet he is, dripping around Dazai’s dick as his entire body tenses up. But Dazai doesn't stop , making the ginger squirm.
It’s too much, he can feel himself wetting the sheets with his release as Dazai starts to fuck him even harder , shallow and sloppy thrusts making Chuuya sees stars , his pleasure only building on and on and on. He can't talk, his hands are shaking, tears and spit wetting his face as he feels his throat hoarse from screaming.
It doesn't take much more for the brunette to finally come, his legs shaking as he stays still, pelvis flushed against Chuuya's as he feels how his semen is filling up the condom. He can still feel how Chuuya is pulsating around him, making it even better as he buries his face on the other boy’s neck. It takes some moments until they can breathe normally again, Chuuya moans tiredly as Dazai finally starts to pull out.
Both boys hisses from oversensitive as Dazai slips out of Chuuya, he moves lethargically as he discards the condom on his bedroom’s trash before flopping on the bed at Chuuya's side, both exhausted.
"water..." Chuuya mumbles as Dazai takes his face from his pillow, stretching his arm and picking the not-so-cold water bottle from the nightstand, holding it up for Chuuya to take as he buries his face back into the pillow.
“You should drink too, dumbass,” Chuuya says as he drinks almost half of the bother in one go, offering it to the brunette, who doesn’t reply. “I will waterboard you if you don’t.”
Dazai grunts, finally looking up and taking the bottle to drink what is left.
“Such a brute.” Dazai mumbles as he sips the water, he won’t admit he was actually thirsty.
A comfortable silence fills the bedroom as both boys are still on the bed, just enjoying the moment, no words were needed right now.
"Say, what was that?" Dazai looks to his side, waiting for Chuuya to continue. "The position."
"Saw on the internet it could make me go deeper inside of you," Dazai is too tired to smirk at how scandalized Chuuya looks at that.
"So that's why I felt so good, I guess." The ginger coughs, looking away from him.
"Maybe.”
Chuuya tries to get up, hissing at how his legs still feel so unsteady under him, making Dazai sit up again.
"Where are you going?" The boy asks as Chuuya stumbles across the room.
"To take a piss and a bath, I'm all sticky," He goes as far as to make a disgusted sound.
It makes the brunette laugh, but he gets up too, taking pity on his friend and finally helping the shorter boy to walk towards the bathroom.
“You know, we can do that again later, I still have condoms,” Is what Dazai says later, when both are already all clean and dressed again as the taller boy heats up leftover Yakisoba as Chuuya tips away in his phone, trying to find something to watch as they eat.
“Maybe later, Mackerel.”
“Oh, Chuuya is more interested in his Dorama, so cruel~” Dazai whines, throwing his entire body on top of the other boy's.
“Oh, Shut it! You like it too!” the ginger snarls back, his hair still damp from the shower.
But Dazai only smirks, taking the food from the microwave and putting it on the table, finally sitting properly at Chuuya’s side.
“Yeah, I think I do.”
In the end, they did fuck again, not one time, but for the rest of the night , and in various positions. Mori, Dazai’s uncle, only gets home the next day, around lunchtime, seeing the two teenagers sleeping on the couch, on top of each other.
The man could find them cute, if not for the little mountain of noise complaints he received upon arriving. Osamu is really a troublemaker, isn't he?