Dom Dazai who has a corruption kink. He likes seeing sweet, innocent subs turn into messy addicts in the palm of his hand. So when he sees Chuuya—sweet, homeschooled, sheltered, easily manipulated, so naïve he doesn’t even know what “sub” means— he begins to /plan/.
And really, he thinks he should feel /bad/— but Chuuya has had years of martial arts training so he doesn’t consider anyone a threat, and on top of that he’s /stupidly/ trusting. Dazai is only a few years older, but Chuuya looks at him like he hung the moon, and it’s..delicious.
Dazai starts small. The biggest projects start in the smallest steps, and Dazai needs this to go /perfectly/. Every detail is important.
He starts by buying Chuuya coffee every day. He speaks to the owner of the cafe, tells him that Chuuya’s order, no matter how expensive, will+
He starts by buying Chuuya coffee every day. He speaks to the owner of the cafe, tells him that Chuuya’s order, no matter how expensive, will+
be charged to Dazai’s card. The owner, probably awestruck by his sleek black card, agrees.
It’s a reminder. First, that Dazai will provide for Chuuya’s /every/ need, /every/ want. It doesn’t matter /what/— if Chuuya wants it, Dazai will get it.
And second— a subtle reminder+
It’s a reminder. First, that Dazai will provide for Chuuya’s /every/ need, /every/ want. It doesn’t matter /what/— if Chuuya wants it, Dazai will get it.
And second— a subtle reminder+
that Dazai will /always/ be here, even when he’s not here physically. Chuuya will always be watched, will always be cared for, will always be under Dazai’s thumb.
Chuuya /could/ escape, now, could go to another cafe— but what college student doesn’t want free coffee?+
Chuuya /could/ escape, now, could go to another cafe— but what college student doesn’t want free coffee?+
Dazai doesn’t join him for coffee often, even though his urges itch to be in the presence of clear blue eyes, to take that easy blush and naïve smile and make it his, /his/, /HIS/—
But Chuuya isn’t ready for that. If he moves too soon, Dazai will lose him or ruin him.
Subtlety+
But Chuuya isn’t ready for that. If he moves too soon, Dazai will lose him or ruin him.
Subtlety+
is key.
So he begs off coffee with work excuses and thrills in every “:(“ text he receives in response.
The next step is touching him. Not sexually— no, he’ll build Chuuya up until he’s desperate, until he’s ready to do /anything/ Dazai wants before he /touches/ him. +
So he begs off coffee with work excuses and thrills in every “:(“ text he receives in response.
The next step is touching him. Not sexually— no, he’ll build Chuuya up until he’s desperate, until he’s ready to do /anything/ Dazai wants before he /touches/ him. +
But he’s noticed that Chuuya is touchy with his friends— his arm across a shoulder here, a soft punch to an arm there, leaning against someone as they study together.
And so, in turn, Dazai is physically affectionate with him. +
And so, in turn, Dazai is physically affectionate with him. +
Sliding their fingers together when he hands Chuuya his coffee, pressing his thigh against his when he leans over to look at an interesting tidbit in Chuuya’s textbook, brushing his thumb over his freckled cheek with a murmured “eyelash”.
He sees the way Chuuya leans into it+
He sees the way Chuuya leans into it+
leans into /him/, eyes huge, and it’s so clear to someone who knows how to /look/— Chuuya wants more but he doesn’t know how to ask.
Dazai wants to give it to him, and /will/ give it to him, someday, but he’s a patient man. He’s learned to savor his meals. +
Dazai wants to give it to him, and /will/ give it to him, someday, but he’s a patient man. He’s learned to savor his meals. +
The next step is letting Chuuya vent to him. He needs to see Dazai as a safe harbor, someone he can trust and someone he can escape reality with.
Dazai also wants to know every single thought in that pretty little head, so it’s a win-win.
Chuuya’s problems are ordinary, for+
Dazai also wants to know every single thought in that pretty little head, so it’s a win-win.
Chuuya’s problems are ordinary, for+
a college student. A bad grade, an irritating conversation with his professor, being too tired and strung out by the workload, friend drama.
Dazai listens with a focused mind. Because this venting isn’t just a way to get them closer—it’s a way to see into Chuuya’s thought +
Dazai listens with a focused mind. Because this venting isn’t just a way to get them closer—it’s a way to see into Chuuya’s thought +
process, the way he /works/.
And Chuuya just gets /better/. He’s a hard worker, diligent. Eager to please. Focused, when given a task. Independent enough to lead his own projects— but he prefers following.
God, he’s so perfect Dazai can almost /taste/ him, sweet on his tongue+
And Chuuya just gets /better/. He’s a hard worker, diligent. Eager to please. Focused, when given a task. Independent enough to lead his own projects— but he prefers following.
God, he’s so perfect Dazai can almost /taste/ him, sweet on his tongue+
burnt sugar sliding down his throat like wine, and gods, Dazai is hungry. /Starving./
As reward for his trust, Dazai solves all of his problems. Subtly, of course.
Face to face, he offers sound advice and comfort. He tugs Chuuya close, pressing a kiss to his hair and tells him+
As reward for his trust, Dazai solves all of his problems. Subtly, of course.
Face to face, he offers sound advice and comfort. He tugs Chuuya close, pressing a kiss to his hair and tells him+
how /good/ he’s being, how /strong/, how /thoughtful/, and whatever other compliments draw a shiver from him.
Chuuya leans into him like Dazai is his only remaining lifeline, and it just widens the pit of hunger and lust within him.
Once Chuuya is gone, sated from a big+
Chuuya leans into him like Dazai is his only remaining lifeline, and it just widens the pit of hunger and lust within him.
Once Chuuya is gone, sated from a big+
meal, happy from a small gift that Dazai handed him with the words “it made me think of you”, Dazai begins his /real/ work.
That bad grade? Easily fixed with a few taps of his keyboard once he’s past the college firewall. He sends an email to Chuuya from his professors+
That bad grade? Easily fixed with a few taps of his keyboard once he’s past the college firewall. He sends an email to Chuuya from his professors+
address, telling him that the bad mark was just a mistake and thanking him for his patience— college professors grade so many essays that it’s easy to let one slip by, yes?
The professor himself is not something Dazai can deal with, not at this stage. It’s too heavy-handed, too+
The professor himself is not something Dazai can deal with, not at this stage. It’s too heavy-handed, too+
obvious. It will just set him back.
Oh, but the friends? The friends /have/ to go.
They cause Chuuya too much stress. Their fights make him cry, their fun nights make him lose sleep, their texting takes up his time—time that rightfully belongs to /Dazai/, now.
+
Oh, but the friends? The friends /have/ to go.
They cause Chuuya too much stress. Their fights make him cry, their fun nights make him lose sleep, their texting takes up his time—time that rightfully belongs to /Dazai/, now.
+
The problem is Chuuya is /popular/. No surprise— Dazai is drawn to him for a reason— but he has /so/ many friends, and even more acquaintances and Dazai has to get rid of them /all/.
It will take time. Subtlety is key. +
It will take time. Subtlety is key. +
He starts by spending more time with Chuuya. No hardship, certainly, and Chuuya still wants him /so/ bad— so when Dazai calls, he comes, leaving his friends behind.
Ah, such a good boy, even when he doesn’t know he’s being one. That makes it /sweeter/, harder to /resist/. +
Ah, such a good boy, even when he doesn’t know he’s being one. That makes it /sweeter/, harder to /resist/. +
So many times Dazai has wanted to pull him into an alley, or into the back of his car, to show him how /good/ Dazai will reward him when he acts like that.
/Not yet,/ he tells the darkly possessive voice in the back of his head, and like a true predator— he /waits/. +
/Not yet,/ he tells the darkly possessive voice in the back of his head, and like a true predator— he /waits/. +
He takes Chuuya out to dinner, expanding his palate and finding his favorite foods. He takes him to movies, on shopping sprees, to a 5-star spa two towns over. Whatever he wants. Whatever he likes.
And after a hard day of class and a long date with Dazai— Chuuya will often doze+
And after a hard day of class and a long date with Dazai— Chuuya will often doze+
off in the backseat, only stirring when Dazai picks him up to carry him inside.
This is where Dazai’s self-control truly gets tested. Because the sight of Chuuya, curled up and vulnerable in his bed after struggling into a pair of sleep-shorts—
It makes him /ravenous./+
This is where Dazai’s self-control truly gets tested. Because the sight of Chuuya, curled up and vulnerable in his bed after struggling into a pair of sleep-shorts—
It makes him /ravenous./+
He could do it, Chuuya would probably let him— slide up behind him, press him down into the mattress until he’s pinned, take advantage of the slack in his mouth to slip two fingers inside briefly. He’d pull down his shorts, oh-so-slowly, exposing the curve of that /perfect/ ass+
that makes him want to sink his teeth in. He’d nudge his legs apart, giving himself access.
Maybe he’d wake Chuuya up by eating him out first, long broad strokes of his tongue that will have him crying before Dazai even slips a finger in. He can almost /taste/ him already. +
Maybe he’d wake Chuuya up by eating him out first, long broad strokes of his tongue that will have him crying before Dazai even slips a finger in. He can almost /taste/ him already. +
Maybe he’d skip to the good part, slicking up a finger or two and sliding them in in short, powerful thrusts that will have his thighs trembling. Dazai would abusé his prostate until Chuuya felt nothing but blinding, overwhelming pleasure.
Dazai /wants/, so fucking bad. +
Dazai /wants/, so fucking bad. +
But he /can’t./ He /won’t/.
He will, /he will/, /HE WILL/—
Not. Yet.
Dazai usually watches Chuuya sleep for a long while, taking pictures of his sleeping face, videos of his adorable little snore. Palming himself over his jeans the whole time.
Then, before his control can+
He will, /he will/, /HE WILL/—
Not. Yet.
Dazai usually watches Chuuya sleep for a long while, taking pictures of his sleeping face, videos of his adorable little snore. Palming himself over his jeans the whole time.
Then, before his control can+
truly snap, he takes himself to his shower.
He takes himself in hand, achingly hard, resting his forehead against his arm as he begins to stroke. It doesn’t feel as good as Chuuya will, but jerking off, imagining Chuuya and /knowing/ that he’s sleeping peacefully in the next+
He takes himself in hand, achingly hard, resting his forehead against his arm as he begins to stroke. It doesn’t feel as good as Chuuya will, but jerking off, imagining Chuuya and /knowing/ that he’s sleeping peacefully in the next+
room, oblivious to the fact that Dazai now has an entire folder of pictures of videos of him sleep—
It makes it /so/ good. He’d draw it out, if he could, edge himself until he could barely think past the fog of /want/ and pleasure—
But he doesn’t trust himself, not with Chuuya+
It makes it /so/ good. He’d draw it out, if he could, edge himself until he could barely think past the fog of /want/ and pleasure—
But he doesn’t trust himself, not with Chuuya+
sleeping and vulnerable. There’s no need to push his control.
But he enjoys it as long as he can, then cums on the wall while biting his forearm to muffle the loud, relieved groan.
He doesn’t say Chuuya’s name. The first time he says it during sex— he wants to /see/ his +
But he enjoys it as long as he can, then cums on the wall while biting his forearm to muffle the loud, relieved groan.
He doesn’t say Chuuya’s name. The first time he says it during sex— he wants to /see/ his +
reaction, wants to see him shiver and groan, pupils dialating.
Once he’s orgasmed, sated and happy for the moment, he begins work on the second stage.
Chuuya’s phone passcode is ridiculously easy to crack. Dazai will scold him for that later. +
Once he’s orgasmed, sated and happy for the moment, he begins work on the second stage.
Chuuya’s phone passcode is ridiculously easy to crack. Dazai will scold him for that later. +
For now, he begins to /slowly/, so fucking slowly, to remove his friends from Chuuya’s life.
That small “hey, haven’t talked in a bit” text? Deleted before Chuuya could see it.
That acquantince Chuuya met in class? Unfollowed on Instagram.
That guy with an annoyingly+
That small “hey, haven’t talked in a bit” text? Deleted before Chuuya could see it.
That acquantince Chuuya met in class? Unfollowed on Instagram.
That guy with an annoyingly+
huge crush on Chuuya that won’t stop texting and calling, even though Chuuya has put him off several times? Blocked. (But not before Dazai saves his number....for future reference.)
He only dares one step a night. He doesn’t want to tip Chuuya off.
When Chuuya comes to him, +
He only dares one step a night. He doesn’t want to tip Chuuya off.
When Chuuya comes to him, +
complaining that his friends haven’t texted him, or that his Instagram seems to be acting funny—
Dazai frowns for him, concerned. “A weird glitch, maybe? Try reporting it.”
And about his friends: “I’m sure they’re just busy, love. They’ll text when they’re ready.”+
Dazai frowns for him, concerned. “A weird glitch, maybe? Try reporting it.”
And about his friends: “I’m sure they’re just busy, love. They’ll text when they’re ready.”+
In their defense, they /do/ text when they’re ready.
Dazai just deletes them before Chuuya can see them.
+
Dazai just deletes them before Chuuya can see them.
+
At this point, between school stress and going on frequent dates with Dazai, Chuuya sleeps at Dazai’s house about half of the time.
And the little /minx/— he /knows/ how tempting he is, and he’s /trying/ to push Dazai into taking him.
He’s flirting with Dazai, hard, resting+
And the little /minx/— he /knows/ how tempting he is, and he’s /trying/ to push Dazai into taking him.
He’s flirting with Dazai, hard, resting+
his hand on Dazai’s thigh, scratching absentmindedly with his nails. He’s arching his back when he settles in for sleep, tilting his hips up into the perfect angle, burying his face into the pillow with a blushing, impish grin.
Dazai wants to spank him, for that. +
Dazai wants to spank him, for that. +
Patience, he tells himself. Subtlety is key.
Instead of fucking him, like Chuuya so clearly wants, Dazai picks him up and sits him on the counter after cooking a meal together—
And he kisses him.
He takes his time with it. Slow, steady, pressing their bodies together just+
Instead of fucking him, like Chuuya so clearly wants, Dazai picks him up and sits him on the counter after cooking a meal together—
And he kisses him.
He takes his time with it. Slow, steady, pressing their bodies together just+
enough to /hint/ at contact. He licks at Chuuya’s lip, backing off when he opens his mouth with a needy gasp.
He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, pulling on it and lavishing it with attention until Chuuya is whimpering for him.
He fists his hand in Chuuya’s hair, holding+
He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, pulling on it and lavishing it with attention until Chuuya is whimpering for him.
He fists his hand in Chuuya’s hair, holding+
him still with a firm grip.
When—and only when— Chuuya goes limp in his grasp, Dazai /finally/ slides his tongue inside his mouth, deepening the kiss.
Chuuya tastes like wine and burnt sugar, like divinity and blood, and every filthy slide of their tongues together makes Dazai+
When—and only when— Chuuya goes limp in his grasp, Dazai /finally/ slides his tongue inside his mouth, deepening the kiss.
Chuuya tastes like wine and burnt sugar, like divinity and blood, and every filthy slide of their tongues together makes Dazai+
hotter. Harder. Hungrier.
Chuuya is no better, clinging to him while taking desperate, needy gasps of breath. Dazai can feel how hard he is. His hips are grinding forward unconsciously.
Not /yet/, Dazai reminds himself and pulls away with one last, chaste peck. +
Chuuya is no better, clinging to him while taking desperate, needy gasps of breath. Dazai can feel how hard he is. His hips are grinding forward unconsciously.
Not /yet/, Dazai reminds himself and pulls away with one last, chaste peck. +
Because there’s still /two/ spheres of influence that Dazai needs to remove before Chuuya can become completely, irrevocably /his/.
One; the college.
Easy enough. Dazai will just have him switch to online classes, remove the in person influence.
The second? His /family./+
One; the college.
Easy enough. Dazai will just have him switch to online classes, remove the in person influence.
The second? His /family./+
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Dazai’s main obstacle for the second issue is: Chuuya /loves/ his family, even though Dazai thinks they’re just a bunch of weird, socially repressed, religious nutcases that kept Chuuya locked away until he was 18, like a modern age princess.
Dazai is grateful to them for +
Dazai is grateful to them for +
keeping Chuuya protected while he grew up.
But he’s ripe for the taking now, and it’s Dazai’s turn to protect him.
It’s time for /them/ to go.
He broaches the subject when they’re getting ready to sleep. They’ve started sharing a bed now, and often fall asleep curled up+
But he’s ripe for the taking now, and it’s Dazai’s turn to protect him.
It’s time for /them/ to go.
He broaches the subject when they’re getting ready to sleep. They’ve started sharing a bed now, and often fall asleep curled up+
together.
Dazai commends his self control, because Chuuya takes /every/ opportunity (and makes several more) to rub his ass against Dazai’s dick.
Tempting him. Asking him. /Begging/ him.
(Not. Yet.)
Dazai pulls Chuuya close. “I don’t think your family likes me,” he says,+
Dazai commends his self control, because Chuuya takes /every/ opportunity (and makes several more) to rub his ass against Dazai’s dick.
Tempting him. Asking him. /Begging/ him.
(Not. Yet.)
Dazai pulls Chuuya close. “I don’t think your family likes me,” he says,+
deliberately taking on a soft, whiny edge that’s sure to make Chuuya feel bad.
He had just gotten off Skype with his family earlier. Dazai had walked into the room, and all conversation had ceased.
He could feel the reproachful glare, even hundreds of miles away and through+
He had just gotten off Skype with his family earlier. Dazai had walked into the room, and all conversation had ceased.
He could feel the reproachful glare, even hundreds of miles away and through+
a computer screen.
Chuuya wiggles, getting comfortable. “It’s not that they don’t like you....” he starts, “it’s just...they’re protective of me, you know? They just want what’s best for me.”
Dazai grits his teeth. He knows.
That’s the problem. +
Chuuya wiggles, getting comfortable. “It’s not that they don’t like you....” he starts, “it’s just...they’re protective of me, you know? They just want what’s best for me.”
Dazai grits his teeth. He knows.
That’s the problem. +
He turns Chuuya around, cupping the back of his skull so Dazai can press gentle kisses to his cheek.
Chuuya, strung out from weeks of intense making out with no other relief than his own hand, molds himself to Dazai’s chest, tipping his head back with a hitched breath. +
Chuuya, strung out from weeks of intense making out with no other relief than his own hand, molds himself to Dazai’s chest, tipping his head back with a hitched breath. +
Dazai smothers his victorious smile against his cheek. “I just want what’s best for you too,” he murmurs, opening his mouth to run his tongue over soft, heated flesh.
“You know that, don’t you?” He continues, letting his teeth scrape gently, just the way Chuuya likes. +
“You know that, don’t you?” He continues, letting his teeth scrape gently, just the way Chuuya likes. +
Chuuya makes a breathless, desperate noise, arching into him.
Dazai moves down, pressing his lips to the corner of Chuuya’s mouth. His mouth is open, ready for Dazai to slide his tongue inside—
But he wants to hear him say it.
“You know I want to protect you too, right?”+
Dazai moves down, pressing his lips to the corner of Chuuya’s mouth. His mouth is open, ready for Dazai to slide his tongue inside—
But he wants to hear him say it.
“You know I want to protect you too, right?”+
Chuuya’s breath is warm on his face.
Dazai pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it until it’s swollen and sensitive. Then he lets it go with a pop, satisfied when Chuuya makes a small disappointed noise.
“You know I just want to make you happy, right?”+
Dazai pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it until it’s swollen and sensitive. Then he lets it go with a pop, satisfied when Chuuya makes a small disappointed noise.
“You know I just want to make you happy, right?”+
Dazai firms the grip in his hair, holding him tight and waiting for that /perfect/ moment—
There.
Chuuya squeezes his eyes shut, going limp in his arms. His mouth opens wider in a soundless gasp and
“/Yes,/“ he breathes, desperate and /perfect/.+
There.
Chuuya squeezes his eyes shut, going limp in his arms. His mouth opens wider in a soundless gasp and
“/Yes,/“ he breathes, desperate and /perfect/.+
Savage victory thrums through Dazai. Seeing all his hard work come to fruition, seeing the progress he’s made, seeing how /far/ they’ve come—
It makes him lose his fucking mind.
He captures Chuuya’s lips in a bruising kiss, forcing him to open for Dazai to take what he wants,+
It makes him lose his fucking mind.
He captures Chuuya’s lips in a bruising kiss, forcing him to open for Dazai to take what he wants,+
what he /needs/.
And because Chuuya has been good, so fucking good, Dazai slides his thigh between Chuuya’s legs, pressing up.
Immediately, Chuuya makes a high-pitched noise that he swallows eagerly.
His hips stutter against his thigh. He’s already half-hard. +
And because Chuuya has been good, so fucking good, Dazai slides his thigh between Chuuya’s legs, pressing up.
Immediately, Chuuya makes a high-pitched noise that he swallows eagerly.
His hips stutter against his thigh. He’s already half-hard. +
Dazai bends him backwards, folding over him as he rubs his tongue against the roof of his mouth and sets a steady grinding pace with his leg.
Small hands fist in his shirt, clawing at his back as Chuuya picks up the pace desperately, grunting out small punched-our breathes +
Small hands fist in his shirt, clawing at his back as Chuuya picks up the pace desperately, grunting out small punched-our breathes +
Dazai lets his hand fall from Chuuya’s hair, sure that he won’t try to escape or move without permission.
He palms his spine, pressing him even closer as he continues to devour him with deep strokes of his tongue. He can feel the muscles in his back flexing with each +
He palms his spine, pressing him even closer as he continues to devour him with deep strokes of his tongue. He can feel the muscles in his back flexing with each +
movement.
His hand wanders further down, pausing on his lower back. His palm covers nearly the entire span of his lower back.
He always /knew/ how small Chuuya was, how lithe and compact— but /feeling/ it, moving in his arms, dwarfed by how broad he is himself, like a +
His hand wanders further down, pausing on his lower back. His palm covers nearly the entire span of his lower back.
He always /knew/ how small Chuuya was, how lithe and compact— but /feeling/ it, moving in his arms, dwarfed by how broad he is himself, like a +
bite-sized snack /begging/ to be devoured—
Is /divine/.
On the next grind, he rolls his own hips forward, meeting Chuuya in the middle.
When their erections rub together, separated only by the fabric of their pajama pants, Chuuya’s next groan breaks into a loud cry. +
Is /divine/.
On the next grind, he rolls his own hips forward, meeting Chuuya in the middle.
When their erections rub together, separated only by the fabric of their pajama pants, Chuuya’s next groan breaks into a loud cry. +
“Dazai, Dazai, Dazai. Dazai, /please/.” Chuuya chants into his mouth, digging his nails in.
Dazai can feel the throbbing heat of his cock even through their clothes. With how strung out he is, Chuuya probably won’t last that much longer, and Dazai is just starting to get +
Dazai can feel the throbbing heat of his cock even through their clothes. With how strung out he is, Chuuya probably won’t last that much longer, and Dazai is just starting to get +
riled up—
But that’s okay. This isn’t about him. This is about Chuuya. This is his /reward/, for admitting that he knows what Dazai wants for him.
But he hasn’t earned a proper fuck.
(Not yet.)
“Let go, love,” he purrs into his mouth, “I’ve got you.”+
But that’s okay. This isn’t about him. This is about Chuuya. This is his /reward/, for admitting that he knows what Dazai wants for him.
But he hasn’t earned a proper fuck.
(Not yet.)
“Let go, love,” he purrs into his mouth, “I’ve got you.”+
Dazai pulls back to watch the expression on his eyes.
Chuuya eyes are nearly black with lust, huge and unseeing. His hips are beginning to stutter.
Dazai slides his hand down, scraping with his nails as his palm crests over the swell of his hip, urging him into an even faster+
Chuuya eyes are nearly black with lust, huge and unseeing. His hips are beginning to stutter.
Dazai slides his hand down, scraping with his nails as his palm crests over the swell of his hip, urging him into an even faster+
pace. He drags his waistband down, teasing him with the idea of stripping, of more and /better/ friction—
“I’ve /always/ got you.”
Chuuya cums with an explosive cry, shuddering hard. His face twists into something almost painful, eyebrows bunching together as his hips+
“I’ve /always/ got you.”
Chuuya cums with an explosive cry, shuddering hard. His face twists into something almost painful, eyebrows bunching together as his hips+
slow in their movements.
Dazai can feel the wet spot forming on his pants, and god if that doesn’t want to make him keep going, keep grinding, push Chuuya into overstimulation and then further into another orgasm, or two,or three—
Chuuya makes a soft noise, and leans forward.+
Dazai can feel the wet spot forming on his pants, and god if that doesn’t want to make him keep going, keep grinding, push Chuuya into overstimulation and then further into another orgasm, or two,or three—
Chuuya makes a soft noise, and leans forward.+
He kisses Dazai again, this time soft and slow.
He’s clearly overwhelmed, clinging onto Dazai desperately. His breaths are uneven, close to sobbing, and his kiss is stuttering in it’s rhythm.
That breaks Dazai from his thoughts, letting him focus on Chuuya, who so clearly +
He’s clearly overwhelmed, clinging onto Dazai desperately. His breaths are uneven, close to sobbing, and his kiss is stuttering in it’s rhythm.
That breaks Dazai from his thoughts, letting him focus on Chuuya, who so clearly +
needs reassurance.
Dazai sighs into his mouth, moving his hand back into his hair— but this time, it’s to provide a soothing massage as he kisses him, letting him come back down.
Hell push him to his limits later. For now, this is enough. He’ll clean him up in a bit, and +
Dazai sighs into his mouth, moving his hand back into his hair— but this time, it’s to provide a soothing massage as he kisses him, letting him come back down.
Hell push him to his limits later. For now, this is enough. He’ll clean him up in a bit, and +
return to bed, where he’ll hold him through the night.
The progress today was small, but the first steps always are. He’ll see the results of this test soon.
“Soon” ends up being almost a week later. They’ve finished their dinner together, and Chuuya has moved onto studying+
The progress today was small, but the first steps always are. He’ll see the results of this test soon.
“Soon” ends up being almost a week later. They’ve finished their dinner together, and Chuuya has moved onto studying+
on the dining room table. Dazai is sitting next to him, answering some emails and bestowing little kisses on Chuuya’s forehead or cheek whenever the urge strikes him.
A few minutes in, Chuuya’s phone rings. It’s the same familar ringtone — it’s his family calling.
Dazai scowls+
A few minutes in, Chuuya’s phone rings. It’s the same familar ringtone — it’s his family calling.
Dazai scowls+
automatically.
Chuuya looks at his phone as it rings a second time. He’s got a thoughtful frown on his face.
Then he reaches over and silences the call.
Dazai looks at him, watching the sheepish smile grow on his face fondly. “I’ll call them back later—I’m busy studying.”+
Chuuya looks at his phone as it rings a second time. He’s got a thoughtful frown on his face.
Then he reaches over and silences the call.
Dazai looks at him, watching the sheepish smile grow on his face fondly. “I’ll call them back later—I’m busy studying.”+
That’s not the reason he déclined the call. Chuuya is /always/ willing to take any reason for a break in studying. He hates studying.
He declined because of Dazai.
/For/ Dazai.
/Bingo./+
He declined because of Dazai.
/For/ Dazai.
/Bingo./+
Dazai returns to his emails, but this time he lays off the kisses and instead lays his hand on Chuuya’s thigh, rubbing his thumb over it in absentminded strokes.
It makes Chuuya squirm, but Dazai makes him wait until he’s studied for a suitable length of time. +
It makes Chuuya squirm, but Dazai makes him wait until he’s studied for a suitable length of time. +
Then, just when Chuuya is beginning to look /truly/ desperate, he sets down his tablet.
The textbooks, he leaves strewn across the table. Chuuya, he picks up without warning.
Before he can protest, Dazai kisses him senseless, internally thrilling at the way his legs wrap+
The textbooks, he leaves strewn across the table. Chuuya, he picks up without warning.
Before he can protest, Dazai kisses him senseless, internally thrilling at the way his legs wrap+
around his waist.
Dazai sets him on the dresser, making their height difference negligible. Chuuya is running his hands through his hair, seemingly unsure of what else to do with him.
Dazai keeps kissing him— deep, thoroughly, with nibbles and lavicious sucks thrown in +
Dazai sets him on the dresser, making their height difference negligible. Chuuya is running his hands through his hair, seemingly unsure of what else to do with him.
Dazai keeps kissing him— deep, thoroughly, with nibbles and lavicious sucks thrown in +
sporadically— as he tugs his pants down just far enough to wrap his hand around his cock.
Chuuya is just a bit bigger than average— but he fits into Dazai’s palm perfectly, small in comparison.
Chuuya moans into the kiss, hips bucking as Dazai gives him a slow, fire stroke. +
Chuuya is just a bit bigger than average— but he fits into Dazai’s palm perfectly, small in comparison.
Chuuya moans into the kiss, hips bucking as Dazai gives him a slow, fire stroke. +
Precum wells up quickly, and Dazai spreads it by running his thumb over the head.
He pays attention to the motions that make Chuuya twitch and keen. Twisting his palm over the head, giving a few short, fast strokes to the base, dragging the foreskin up with a firm grip.+
He pays attention to the motions that make Chuuya twitch and keen. Twisting his palm over the head, giving a few short, fast strokes to the base, dragging the foreskin up with a firm grip.+
All in all, it’s not the best, most skilled or /longest/ handjob Dazai has ever given— but hearing Chuuya moan and pant his name into his mouth makes it all worth it.
He doesn’t even care that he didn’t get off again, because he /won/, Chuuya chose /him/ and will choose him +
He doesn’t even care that he didn’t get off again, because he /won/, Chuuya chose /him/ and will choose him +
again and /again/, and everything’s going so fucking perfectly, Dazai can almost /taste/ his victory—
He makes sure that Chuuya is too busy to return his parents call, all night. +
He makes sure that Chuuya is too busy to return his parents call, all night. +
The next day, Dazai presents Chuuya with a collar. He’s had it for a few weeks now, and he’s been waiting for the best moment to give it to him.
Admittedly, it might be better to wait a few weeks more— but Dazai’s getting impatient. He wants it all, /now/.
He waits until+
Admittedly, it might be better to wait a few weeks more— but Dazai’s getting impatient. He wants it all, /now/.
He waits until+
Chuuya is sprawled out in bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone.
“I got you something, love,” Dazai purrs, making sure to lower his voice to the tone Chuuya cant resist.
Chuuya, his greedy little brat, immediately throws his phone to the side and flips onto his stomach to +
“I got you something, love,” Dazai purrs, making sure to lower his voice to the tone Chuuya cant resist.
Chuuya, his greedy little brat, immediately throws his phone to the side and flips onto his stomach to +
watch Dazai approach, eyes sparkling.
Dazai hands him the box. It’s sleek, obviously expensive, yet unmarked with a brand.
Chuuya takes it eagerly, but looks to Dazai for permission before opening it.
Dazai can’t help the proud smile. His little brat has learned so fast.+
Dazai hands him the box. It’s sleek, obviously expensive, yet unmarked with a brand.
Chuuya takes it eagerly, but looks to Dazai for permission before opening it.
Dazai can’t help the proud smile. His little brat has learned so fast.+
“Open it,” he says.
Chuuya does, revealing a thick leather collar. Normally, Dazai prefers the collars with metal O-rings, so he can attach a leash and /pull/—
But he thought that might be a little much for now, and would require too much explaining.
So he stuck with +
Chuuya does, revealing a thick leather collar. Normally, Dazai prefers the collars with metal O-rings, so he can attach a leash and /pull/—
But he thought that might be a little much for now, and would require too much explaining.
So he stuck with +
a simple collar, with a buckle in the back and made of expensive, good-quality leather.
Seeing Chuuya’s reaction—all wide-eyed wonder— confirms that he made the right choice. “Do you like it?”
Chuuya nods, running his fingers over the leather in admiration. “I love it.”+
Seeing Chuuya’s reaction—all wide-eyed wonder— confirms that he made the right choice. “Do you like it?”
Chuuya nods, running his fingers over the leather in admiration. “I love it.”+
Victory tastes best when it’s given to Dazai unknowingly. He smiles. “Want me to put it on?”
Chuuya nods again, plucking the collar carefully from its box and handing it to Dazai. He gathers his hair on top of his head, presenting his neck to Dazai without hesitation. +
Chuuya nods again, plucking the collar carefully from its box and handing it to Dazai. He gathers his hair on top of his head, presenting his neck to Dazai without hesitation. +
He has a nice neck; slim, just long enough to be considered elegant.
Dazai could wrap his palm around the entire length of it, cutting off his air and blood supply until Chuuya is silently begging, until his very life lies in his hands, until he /owned/ his very breath. +
Dazai could wrap his palm around the entire length of it, cutting off his air and blood supply until Chuuya is silently begging, until his very life lies in his hands, until he /owned/ his very breath. +
His fingers tremble with want as he drags the collar around his neck, securing it in place and tightening it just a /little/ tighter than necessary.
He drops his hand to Chuuya’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the hollow of his throat and gently pressing on his Adams Apple.+
He drops his hand to Chuuya’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the hollow of his throat and gently pressing on his Adams Apple.+
“How’s it feel?” He asks, unable to help himself.
Chuuya swallows once, then looks up at him with a big smile. “Feels nice. I like it.”
Dazai’s self control, for the second time since they’ve started this, snaps. +
Chuuya swallows once, then looks up at him with a big smile. “Feels nice. I like it.”
Dazai’s self control, for the second time since they’ve started this, snaps. +
His hand clamps around Chuuya’s neck, holding him in place as he bends over to take his mouth in a bruising, biting kiss.
Chuuya gasps in surprise and Dazai swallows it whole and demands more. He sinks his teeth into his lip, until he can feel the throb of blood underneath +
Chuuya gasps in surprise and Dazai swallows it whole and demands more. He sinks his teeth into his lip, until he can feel the throb of blood underneath +
the skin, hot and pulsating and /alive/.
In a world where everything has seemed so gray and lifeless, Chuuya has always seemed unbearably, deliciously alive. Dazai wants to devour him whole.
He pulls Chuuya up by the neck, forcing him up onto his knees so he can kiss him+
In a world where everything has seemed so gray and lifeless, Chuuya has always seemed unbearably, deliciously alive. Dazai wants to devour him whole.
He pulls Chuuya up by the neck, forcing him up onto his knees so he can kiss him+
easier, harder, deeper.
Chuuya makes a noise in the back of his throat, and Dazai chases it with his tongue, tasting the sharp points of his back teeth.
He tastes sweet, like the hot chocolate he had an hour before.
Chuuya’s hands grip his hips, fingertips sliding over the+
Chuuya makes a noise in the back of his throat, and Dazai chases it with his tongue, tasting the sharp points of his back teeth.
He tastes sweet, like the hot chocolate he had an hour before.
Chuuya’s hands grip his hips, fingertips sliding over the+
skin there and making his shirt ride up. Dazai hums at the feeling, licking over the roof of his mouth and tightening his grip on his throat.
Chuuya’s breath stalls, and one of his hands shoots up to grab Dazai’s forearm, fingers flexing.
But he doesn’t try to pull Dazai+
Chuuya’s breath stalls, and one of his hands shoots up to grab Dazai’s forearm, fingers flexing.
But he doesn’t try to pull Dazai+
off or try to loosen his grip. He just...holds on, and kisses him back.
That only fuels the raging fire building in Dazai’s veins, building him higher. He’s already half-hard in his pants, eager for more.
He pulls back a little. “I want you to do something for me,” he murmurs+
That only fuels the raging fire building in Dazai’s veins, building him higher. He’s already half-hard in his pants, eager for more.
He pulls back a little. “I want you to do something for me,” he murmurs+
stroking his thumb over his neck.
Chuuya blinks up at him. “What?” He asks, breathy.
Dazai presses another kiss to his lips, loud and wet. He pushes closer, letting Chuuya feel the heat of his growing erection on his stomach. “I want you to try sucking me off.”
+
Chuuya blinks up at him. “What?” He asks, breathy.
Dazai presses another kiss to his lips, loud and wet. He pushes closer, letting Chuuya feel the heat of his growing erection on his stomach. “I want you to try sucking me off.”
+
Chuuya’s pupils immediately dialate, growing huge and black at the prospect. He shivers and licks his lips, and Dazai can’t wait to see that mouth red and swollen, slick with spit—
“I’ve— um. I’ve never done something like....that.”
Dazai knows, that’s part of why Chuuya is so+
“I’ve— um. I’ve never done something like....that.”
Dazai knows, that’s part of why Chuuya is so+
appealing. No bad habits to unteach, just pure eager ability, all for Dazai to shape as he pleases.
He smiles, thumbs over his rabbit-quick pulse. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you. Do you trust me?”
And Chuuya— sweet, stupid Chuuya who has always fallen for his plans and will, +
He smiles, thumbs over his rabbit-quick pulse. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you. Do you trust me?”
And Chuuya— sweet, stupid Chuuya who has always fallen for his plans and will, +
inevitably, fall for this one, and the next after that—nods again, the heat of his expression dissolving into a soft smile.
Dazai wants to bite it off his face, but also wants to keep it there forever. Hard to decide which, sometimes.
Dazai rewards him with another quick kiss.+
Dazai wants to bite it off his face, but also wants to keep it there forever. Hard to decide which, sometimes.
Dazai rewards him with another quick kiss.+
Then he’s bodily dragging Chuuya off the bed by the hand around his neck, and if he’s a rougher than he’s allowed himself to be thus far as he flips their positions and pushes Chuuya to his knees by the side of the bed—
Well. He’s just /excited/.
Dazai sits down, spreading +
Well. He’s just /excited/.
Dazai sits down, spreading +
his legs wide to make room for Chuuya to settle in between, comfortably caged.
Chuuya looks dazed by the abrupt position change, so Dazai gently tugs him forward by his collar, encouraging him to shuffle closer.
With his other hand, he loosens the ties to his pants, shoving +
Chuuya looks dazed by the abrupt position change, so Dazai gently tugs him forward by his collar, encouraging him to shuffle closer.
With his other hand, he loosens the ties to his pants, shoving +
them just far down enough to pull out his half-hard cock.
His hand itches to stroke, to rub himself into full hardness and beyond, into oblivion.
But he’s got Chuuya on his knees, and he’s never been one to waste opportunities.
He slides his hand to the side, cupping +
His hand itches to stroke, to rub himself into full hardness and beyond, into oblivion.
But he’s got Chuuya on his knees, and he’s never been one to waste opportunities.
He slides his hand to the side, cupping +
the base of his neck. “Come on, love,” he murmurs, thrilling at the feeling of Chuuya’s hand sliding over his thigh.
Chuuya draws closer, until his knees are pressed against the bed and he’s face to face with Dazai’s cock. He licks his lips, darting his eyes up to watch his +
Chuuya draws closer, until his knees are pressed against the bed and he’s face to face with Dazai’s cock. He licks his lips, darting his eyes up to watch his +
reaction as he tentatively circles the base with his fingers.
Dazai smiles indulgently, brushing the hair out of his face and holding it. “There you go. Now lean in, and kiss it. “
Red eyelashes sweep down to conceal his eyes as he leans forward to press a delicate kiss to the+
Dazai smiles indulgently, brushing the hair out of his face and holding it. “There you go. Now lean in, and kiss it. “
Red eyelashes sweep down to conceal his eyes as he leans forward to press a delicate kiss to the+
tip.
His lips are soft and smooth, a result of the daily pampering Chuuya pours into his skin. Dazai can’t help but tighten his grip and move his head a little, just to feel the soft, plush flesh drag over the sensitive head.
The next kiss is open-mouthed, hinting at the +
His lips are soft and smooth, a result of the daily pampering Chuuya pours into his skin. Dazai can’t help but tighten his grip and move his head a little, just to feel the soft, plush flesh drag over the sensitive head.
The next kiss is open-mouthed, hinting at the +
warm, wet heat less than an inch away.
Dazai hisses at the sensation, thighs tensing. Chuuya isn’t ready to have his face fucked, but oh, does he want it. His every muscle screams for him to thrust forward, to bury himself in that hot little mouth until Chuuya is /choking/ on +
Dazai hisses at the sensation, thighs tensing. Chuuya isn’t ready to have his face fucked, but oh, does he want it. His every muscle screams for him to thrust forward, to bury himself in that hot little mouth until Chuuya is /choking/ on +
it, choking on /him/.
Chuuya, seemingly encouraged by the noises Dazaj is making and the way his hand tightens in his hair, progresses to small kitten licks over the head and down the side.
It’s more of a tease than anything else, his tongue too quick and fleeting to provide+
Chuuya, seemingly encouraged by the noises Dazaj is making and the way his hand tightens in his hair, progresses to small kitten licks over the head and down the side.
It’s more of a tease than anything else, his tongue too quick and fleeting to provide+
the friction he wants, that he /needs/. But it leaves small trails of saliva over his skin, cooling in the air, contrasting sharply with how hot Chuuya’s breath is.
“That’s it,” Dazai encourages him mindlessly, eyes locked on the movement of his mouth, “lick it.” +
“That’s it,” Dazai encourages him mindlessly, eyes locked on the movement of his mouth, “lick it.” +
Emboldened, Chuuya smirks at him impishly, opening his mouth wide to lick broadly over his length from base to tip. At the end, he flick his tongue over the sensitive slit. Precum mixes with his saliva, painting his tongue with a slight pearlescent sheen that he displays with +
another bold swipe of his tongue.
Dazai’s hips twitch, unconsciously chasing after the pleasure. Chuuya’s tongue is /hot/ and soft and /wet/, and every inch of him aches for more.
Unbidden, his hand tightens again in Chuuya’s hair. It stops him from moving down again, and +
Dazai’s hips twitch, unconsciously chasing after the pleasure. Chuuya’s tongue is /hot/ and soft and /wet/, and every inch of him aches for more.
Unbidden, his hand tightens again in Chuuya’s hair. It stops him from moving down again, and +
Chuuya protests the restraint with a soft, disgruntled noise in the back of his throat.
Ah, he’s so /cute./
Dazai presses his free hand over CHuuya’s cheek, slipping his thumb into his mouth. He opens for it eagerly, sucking eagerly.
“Open your mouth,” Dazai says, hooking +
Ah, he’s so /cute./
Dazai presses his free hand over CHuuya’s cheek, slipping his thumb into his mouth. He opens for it eagerly, sucking eagerly.
“Open your mouth,” Dazai says, hooking +
his thumb over his teeth and pressing down.
Chuuya hesitates, looking up at him uncertainly.
Dazai tries to smile reassuringly, but he’s pretty sure the encouragement is lost in the haze of want and hunger.
He leverages his mouth open another inch, and this time Chuuya +
Chuuya hesitates, looking up at him uncertainly.
Dazai tries to smile reassuringly, but he’s pretty sure the encouragement is lost in the haze of want and hunger.
He leverages his mouth open another inch, and this time Chuuya +
follows the movement, letting his jaw drop open without resistance.
“Good boy,” he praises without thinking, and grins when Chuuya shivers slightly at the praise, eyes huge.
With his hand in his hair, Dazai positions him so his cock is centimeters away from his mouth, ready+
“Good boy,” he praises without thinking, and grins when Chuuya shivers slightly at the praise, eyes huge.
With his hand in his hair, Dazai positions him so his cock is centimeters away from his mouth, ready+
to be swallowed down.
But first, he strokes the head over her tongue, hissing softly when it slides over his slit. Chuuya’s tongue curls at the sides, making a perfect, shallow channel for him to fuck into.
He can’t resist the temptation, so he pushes deeper, until he can +
But first, he strokes the head over her tongue, hissing softly when it slides over his slit. Chuuya’s tongue curls at the sides, making a perfect, shallow channel for him to fuck into.
He can’t resist the temptation, so he pushes deeper, until he can +
feel the roof of his mouth pressing against the tip.
His tongue rubs against the underside in a rhythmic motion, sparking pleasure through his veins.
“Close your mouth now,” Dazai mutters, letting Chuuya have enough slack that he can close his mouth without subjecting him to+
His tongue rubs against the underside in a rhythmic motion, sparking pleasure through his veins.
“Close your mouth now,” Dazai mutters, letting Chuuya have enough slack that he can close his mouth without subjecting him to+
any of his teeth. Dazai pulls his hand from his mouth, wrapping the spit-slick digits around his own cock. “Now suck.”
Chuuya’s cheeks immediately hollow out with intense suction, focused on the head. His tongue is playful, flicking over the beads of precum and rubbing into the+
Chuuya’s cheeks immediately hollow out with intense suction, focused on the head. His tongue is playful, flicking over the beads of precum and rubbing into the+
sensitive skin.
Dazai jerks himself off messily, eyes locked on the red stretch of his lips. He’s not going to last long, but that’s okay.
He’ll make it up to Chuuya later.
Pleasure thrums through him, heightened with every movement of his hand and Chuuya’s mouth. +
Dazai jerks himself off messily, eyes locked on the red stretch of his lips. He’s not going to last long, but that’s okay.
He’ll make it up to Chuuya later.
Pleasure thrums through him, heightened with every movement of his hand and Chuuya’s mouth. +
When the tension is about to snap, he tugs on Chuuya’s hair. “Off,” he pants, desperate.
Chuuya lets go with an obscene pop, taking a few deep breaths.
Dazai lengthens his strokes, rubs over the head to distribute the wetness down, thrilling at how wet it is and how /rough/+
Chuuya lets go with an obscene pop, taking a few deep breaths.
Dazai lengthens his strokes, rubs over the head to distribute the wetness down, thrilling at how wet it is and how /rough/+
his fingers feel after the softness of Chuuya’s mouth.
It only takes half a dozen strokes before he’s coming with a breathless gasp, cock jerking in his hand and spilling cum over Chuuya’s cheek.
He rubs it in with the tip, feeling some primal satisfaction at how Chuuya looks+
It only takes half a dozen strokes before he’s coming with a breathless gasp, cock jerking in his hand and spilling cum over Chuuya’s cheek.
He rubs it in with the tip, feeling some primal satisfaction at how Chuuya looks+
with his cum dripping down his cheek and chin, talented tongue reaching out to catch a nearby trail.
Chuuya looks up at him, coy, as he lifts a hand to drag a finger through his cum and brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean with relish.
Dazai grins down at him. +
Chuuya looks up at him, coy, as he lifts a hand to drag a finger through his cum and brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean with relish.
Dazai grins down at him. +
“Your turn,” he says, and then drags Chuuya up before he can say anything in response.
Not that he thinks Chuuya would protest, but Dazai plans for keep him /very/ busy and thoughtless.
After all, if he lets him go, he might notice that he changed his sisters contact info +
Not that he thinks Chuuya would protest, but Dazai plans for keep him /very/ busy and thoughtless.
After all, if he lets him go, he might notice that he changed his sisters contact info +
to the name of some meaningless, random Tinder guy who “can’t take a hint and won’t stop texting despite the fact that I turned off notifications for him and never respond.”
It feels so damn good to win, and he makes sure Chuuya feels just as much pleasure. +
It feels so damn good to win, and he makes sure Chuuya feels just as much pleasure. +
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