The phone rings in the middle of the night, like it always does. It’s far past what any respectable person would answer or even be awake—
But Dazai supposes he’s lost his ‘respectable’ title almost a year ago now.
The phone number on the screen is always different, but Dazai+
But Dazai supposes he’s lost his ‘respectable’ title almost a year ago now.
The phone number on the screen is always different, but Dazai+
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doesn’t need to recognize the number. There’s only one person who calls him this late at night.
He picks up the phone, bringing it to his ear with a confident smirk. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite little troublemaker.”
“Dazai.” The speaker makes Chuuya’s voice sound tinny and+
He picks up the phone, bringing it to his ear with a confident smirk. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite little troublemaker.”
“Dazai.” The speaker makes Chuuya’s voice sound tinny and+
a little flat, but Dazai’s imagination is /more/ than enough to bring up the way his name rolls off Chuuya’s tongue in person. Like he savors it.
“Chuuya,” he purrs back, checking his watch. 1am. Late, for him. Early, for Chuuya’s line of work. “Isn’t it a bit early to be +
“Chuuya,” he purrs back, checking his watch. 1am. Late, for him. Early, for Chuuya’s line of work. “Isn’t it a bit early to be +
causing me trouble? I could’ve been sleeping.”
Chuuya snorts, his disbelief ringing clear even through the phone. It probably shouldn’t make Dazai’s chest fill with warmth that the most dangerous person in the city knows him well enough to call him on his bluffs—
But it does.+
Chuuya snorts, his disbelief ringing clear even through the phone. It probably shouldn’t make Dazai’s chest fill with warmth that the most dangerous person in the city knows him well enough to call him on his bluffs—
But it does.+
“We both know you don’t sleep, old man,” Chuuya says, “and especially not when I need you.”
A slow-moving grin grows on Dazai’s face at the word choice. Chuuya isn’t as /careful/ with his speech as he is, but he knows how to pick his words.
Dazai leans back in his chair, +
A slow-moving grin grows on Dazai’s face at the word choice. Chuuya isn’t as /careful/ with his speech as he is, but he knows how to pick his words.
Dazai leans back in his chair, +
reaching up to hook two fingers in his tie to loosen it. He’s still at the office, and he shouldn’t be in anything less than full court attire, but it’s /late/ and Chuuya only calls him when he knows there’s nobody else at the office. “And do you /need/ me, trouble?” +
Chuuya hums, managing to be coy and teasing even over the phone. Then he changes the subject slightly, moving it in a new direction. “Are you in your office?”
In the background, there’s the /ding!/ of a moving elevator. Dazai must be get conditioned to the sound, because he can+
In the background, there’s the /ding!/ of a moving elevator. Dazai must be get conditioned to the sound, because he can+
already feel the blood stirring in his veins, beginning to burn hot with anticipation. “Yes.”
“Good,” Chuuya responds. A second later, the call ends with a click.
That doesn’t bother Dazai, because he knows what’s coming next, and it’s /much/ better than any phone call.
His+
“Good,” Chuuya responds. A second later, the call ends with a click.
That doesn’t bother Dazai, because he knows what’s coming next, and it’s /much/ better than any phone call.
His+
phone gets placed in his desk drawer, and he takes this moment to finish queuing up email responses to send first thing in the morning. He doubts he’ll have the time to finish them tonight, and if Chuuya has his way—
Probably not in the morning either.
He does send himself +
Probably not in the morning either.
He does send himself +
his schedule for the next week. He’s sure it’s going to change soon, so he’ll need to have it on hand.
The door opens right as he’s powering down his laptop, light spilling out into the dark hallway. Dazai looks up, eyes immediately catching on the dark shadow hovering in the+
The door opens right as he’s powering down his laptop, light spilling out into the dark hallway. Dazai looks up, eyes immediately catching on the dark shadow hovering in the+
doorway.
For all his colors and energy, Chuuya really does blend in well as a creature of the darkness. His eyes are dark enough to look black in low lighting, a bottomless ocean too dark to see through.
Today, he’s left his hair to curl around his shoulders, soft and +
For all his colors and energy, Chuuya really does blend in well as a creature of the darkness. His eyes are dark enough to look black in low lighting, a bottomless ocean too dark to see through.
Today, he’s left his hair to curl around his shoulders, soft and +
luxurious. It looks wild in the light, like he drove here on his bike. Maybe he did.
Dazai pushes away from his desk, giving himself the room to sprawl out with his legs, casually authoritative. Linking his fingers together over his stomach, he smiles at Chuuya. “Good evening.+
Dazai pushes away from his desk, giving himself the room to sprawl out with his legs, casually authoritative. Linking his fingers together over his stomach, he smiles at Chuuya. “Good evening.+
Or should I say good morning, for you?"
That seems to stir Chuuya out of his pause,straightening to his full height in a roll of well-toned muscles, all lethal, feline power. To others, he might /look/ harmless, but to Dazai's well-trained eyes, he walks like the most dangerous+
That seems to stir Chuuya out of his pause,straightening to his full height in a roll of well-toned muscles, all lethal, feline power. To others, he might /look/ harmless, but to Dazai's well-trained eyes, he walks like the most dangerous+
predator in the room.
And what a thrill it is, to have the most /dangerous/ person Dazai has met,at /his/ mercy.
The lock on his office doors clicks shut with finality, offering insight into what Chuuya is thinking, feeling. Exhibitionism comes naturally to Chuuya, so the fact+
And what a thrill it is, to have the most /dangerous/ person Dazai has met,at /his/ mercy.
The lock on his office doors clicks shut with finality, offering insight into what Chuuya is thinking, feeling. Exhibitionism comes naturally to Chuuya, so the fact+
that he's pre-emptively locking the door means he's either in a bad mood or wants an /extended/ session.
/Or/ he has sensitive information to disclose.
Given that it's still /early/ in mafia hours, it could be any one of those. Dazai feels his mind sharpen, finally coming +
/Or/ he has sensitive information to disclose.
Given that it's still /early/ in mafia hours, it could be any one of those. Dazai feels his mind sharpen, finally coming +
awake after a few restless nights and a long day of endless boring paperwork. He feels focused now, alert, /alive/.
That's why Dazai's found himself in this predicament, falling deeper into a hole he was always warned against. It's not about the money, because he has more than+
That's why Dazai's found himself in this predicament, falling deeper into a hole he was always warned against. It's not about the money, because he has more than+
enough of that on his own. It's not about the sex, even though that's /fantastic/.
It's because Chuuya makes him feel alive. Not young, because his youth was filled with a haze of endless lectures and far too many exams, but /alive/. Heart-poundingly, undeniably alive.
Like +
It's because Chuuya makes him feel alive. Not young, because his youth was filled with a haze of endless lectures and far too many exams, but /alive/. Heart-poundingly, undeniably alive.
Like +
strapping himself into a rollercoaster and preparing for the freefall. Like holding a gun to his head and /trusting/ that the next pull of the trigger won't end his life, but not /knowing/.
That's the addicting thing about Chuuya.He /acts/ like some stupid kid, too caught up in+
That's the addicting thing about Chuuya.He /acts/ like some stupid kid, too caught up in+
the thrill of power to handle it responsibly--
But Dazai knows, underneath that, is a predator that /clawed/ his way to power and holds it in an iron grip. And one day, that power might be turned on /Dazai/, might take his career and his life in one lethal swoop.
Chuuya still+
But Dazai knows, underneath that, is a predator that /clawed/ his way to power and holds it in an iron grip. And one day, that power might be turned on /Dazai/, might take his career and his life in one lethal swoop.
Chuuya still+
hasn't said anything, silently rounding Dazai's desk. He leans back against it, and it doesn't escape Dazai's notice that he places himself squarely between his spread legs.
"I'm in need of your..." Chuuya trails off, dark eyes raking down Dazai's figure in a way that is +
"I'm in need of your..." Chuuya trails off, dark eyes raking down Dazai's figure in a way that is +
/blatantly/ appraising, flashing him a grin full of sharp teeth "Services."
Dazai arches an eyebrow at him, deliberately opening his thighs a /little/ more, just for the satisfaction of watching Chuuya's eyes fall to the still-growing bulge pressed against his zipper. "Oh? What+
Dazai arches an eyebrow at him, deliberately opening his thighs a /little/ more, just for the satisfaction of watching Chuuya's eyes fall to the still-growing bulge pressed against his zipper. "Oh? What+
can I help you with?"
Chuuya's teeth find his lip, sinking into the plump flesh teasingly.He knows how much Dazai likes to bite his lip, and he's /reminding/ him of that, heat pooling through him when Dazai's pupils expand at the sight. "Well, you see, sir...," he pauses there,+
Chuuya's teeth find his lip, sinking into the plump flesh teasingly.He knows how much Dazai likes to bite his lip, and he's /reminding/ him of that, heat pooling through him when Dazai's pupils expand at the sight. "Well, you see, sir...," he pauses there,+
because he /knows/ Dazai gets off on the power trip of having Chuuya at his mercy, even if they both know it's a /lot/ more complicated than that. "I seem to be having a bit of trouble."
Dazai reaches out, snagging Chuuya's beltloops with his fingertips, and /god/, the easy way+
Dazai reaches out, snagging Chuuya's beltloops with his fingertips, and /god/, the easy way+
he gives into the pressure, stepping forward to straddle one of Dazai's thighs, is /intoxicating/. "And how is that different from any other day, troublemaker?"
Chuuya leans down, subtly rocking his hips to grind his growing erection against the hard line of Dazai's thigh. It's+
Chuuya leans down, subtly rocking his hips to grind his growing erection against the hard line of Dazai's thigh. It's+
obvious that he came to Dazai already worked up, because they've barely even /done/ anything-- their special brand of foreplay aside-- and Chuuya is already mostly hard, radiating heat.
"This time someone /died/."
/That/ gives Dazai a bit of pause, processing the information.+
"This time someone /died/."
/That/ gives Dazai a bit of pause, processing the information.+
It's not like murder is something that doesn't /happen/ in the Mafia, and Dazai is well aware that more than a handful of people go missing a year due to the Mafia's workings.
Usually, though, it's something far more quiet, off the radar. Not something that /Dazai/, a lawyer, +
Usually, though, it's something far more quiet, off the radar. Not something that /Dazai/, a lawyer, +
needs to worry about, beyond the possibility of evidence being found and additional charges being pressed.
So if Chuuya is coming to him in the middle of the night, saying he needs /help/--
Something's changed.
One of Dazai's hands finds the curve of Chuuya's hip, encouraging+
So if Chuuya is coming to him in the middle of the night, saying he needs /help/--
Something's changed.
One of Dazai's hands finds the curve of Chuuya's hip, encouraging+
a steady, slow rhythm to build. He doesn't want to build Chuuya up /too/ quickly, not yet.
His other hand palms his erection briefly,giving it a drawn-out squeeze until Chuuya's breath hitches and his hips stutter forward into his hand.
Then he's moving upward, moving over his+
His other hand palms his erection briefly,giving it a drawn-out squeeze until Chuuya's breath hitches and his hips stutter forward into his hand.
Then he's moving upward, moving over his+
shirt and admiring the movements of the muscles underneath, smooth and powerful.
His fingers dip into the opened buttons at the top, brushing softly over his collarbone, tracing the shape of it up, up, up--
As always, Chuuya has his choker on, and it gives Dazai /great/ +
His fingers dip into the opened buttons at the top, brushing softly over his collarbone, tracing the shape of it up, up, up--
As always, Chuuya has his choker on, and it gives Dazai /great/ +
satisfaction to cover it with his palm, long fingers tightening around his throat in an unbreakable hold--
And Chuuya, beautiful, dangerous, /powerful/ Chuuya, melts into the hold, lets Dazai hold his life in his palm, so self-assured that he doesn't even twitch, eyes going +
And Chuuya, beautiful, dangerous, /powerful/ Chuuya, melts into the hold, lets Dazai hold his life in his palm, so self-assured that he doesn't even twitch, eyes going +
hypnotically half-lidded.
Dazai pulls him closer, forcing Chuuya to brace himself on the armrests to keep his balance. He can feel his heart racing underneath his fingertips, pounding in time with his ragged breaths. "How is that different from all the /other/ times you've +
Dazai pulls him closer, forcing Chuuya to brace himself on the armrests to keep his balance. He can feel his heart racing underneath his fingertips, pounding in time with his ragged breaths. "How is that different from all the /other/ times you've +
killed people, hm?"
He doesn't even care for the answer right now, pulling him closer because he /has/ to kiss him, can think of nothing else but the bitten-red, shiny-wet of his lips, ready and willing to be taken--
It's when their lips are just /barely/ brushing against +
He doesn't even care for the answer right now, pulling him closer because he /has/ to kiss him, can think of nothing else but the bitten-red, shiny-wet of his lips, ready and willing to be taken--
It's when their lips are just /barely/ brushing against +
eachother, their breaths mingling sweetly, that Chuuya whispers, "Witnesses."
Dazai /yanks/ him forward the last inch, claiming him in a rough, insistent kiss, /demanding/ Chuuya open for him so he can ravage his mouth.
Chuuya can never make his job fucking easy, can he?+
Dazai /yanks/ him forward the last inch, claiming him in a rough, insistent kiss, /demanding/ Chuuya open for him so he can ravage his mouth.
Chuuya can never make his job fucking easy, can he?+
Chuuya, as always, gives as good as he gets, soft lips opening as soon as Dazai’s tongue finds the seam of his mouth. The metal ball of his tongue piercing adds a delicious contrast of sensations, clever tongue matched with sharp teeth and the hard-slick feeling of his piercing.+
Dazai controls the pace with the hand on his throat, squeezing when he feels that Chuuya is getting a little too /eager/,keeping him right where Dazai wants him as he ravages his mouth.
He tastes sweetly bitter, like wine, a flavor Dazai doesn’t like /himself/ but can never get+
He tastes sweetly bitter, like wine, a flavor Dazai doesn’t like /himself/ but can never get+
enough of when it’s delivered to him directly from Chuuya’s mouth.
Chuuya shifts slightly in place, Dazai’s only warning before a hand is diving into his pants, slender wrist easily fitting beneath his belt. His fingers find Dazai’s cock immediately, squeezing the hard flesh. +
Chuuya shifts slightly in place, Dazai’s only warning before a hand is diving into his pants, slender wrist easily fitting beneath his belt. His fingers find Dazai’s cock immediately, squeezing the hard flesh. +
Dazai grunts in surprise, distantly grateful that it doesn’t take much from Chuuya to get him going, because he’s half-convinced that, if he stuck his hands down his pants and found him /soft/, he’d have Dazai’s /head/.
Chuuya circles the base with his fingers, and the angle is+
Chuuya circles the base with his fingers, and the angle is+
awkward and there’s not enough room, but Chuuya doesn’t seem to /care/, palm rubbing mercilessly over him. It’s done with a paticular sort of carelessness, like he doesn’t care about Dazai’s pleasure, he only cares about getting him /hard/ so they can get to the real thing. +
And, /fuck/, maybe the idea of being Chuuya’s favorite living dildo shouldn’t be so /hot/,but Dazai /thrives/ on being useful, and here he is, quickly filling out in Chuuya’s grasp, and it feels /fantastic/.
When Dazai is panting into the kiss, hips grinding forward and meeting+
When Dazai is panting into the kiss, hips grinding forward and meeting+
Chuuya halfway, quickly building heat and friction between them, Chuuya breaks the kiss.
He steps back entirely, making Dazai release a growl of frustration and protest, but Chuuya /always/ gets what he wants.
His hands tug on his own shirt, pulling it out of his jeans and +
He steps back entirely, making Dazai release a growl of frustration and protest, but Chuuya /always/ gets what he wants.
His hands tug on his own shirt, pulling it out of his jeans and +
rucking it up. The muscles ridges of his hips are exposed, painting a clear line towards his cutely-trimmed happy trail and /god/, Dazai wants to taste it with his /teeth/, wants to pin him down and suck bruises into him until every inch of him bears the marks of Dazai’s mouth.+
He pops the button on his jeans, and the zipper slowly starts to slide down, exposing more and more skin.
Dazai feels like a starving, wild animal, damn near close to frothing at the mouth for just a little more, a little /lower/—
Chuuya hooks his thumbs in his jeans, and+
Dazai feels like a starving, wild animal, damn near close to frothing at the mouth for just a little more, a little /lower/—
Chuuya hooks his thumbs in his jeans, and+
flashes him a cheeky grin. He turns around, denying Dazai his favorite sight, and he’s so close to complaining—
But then he’s pulling down his jeans, slowly over his ass, and Dazai feels like the entire world is waiting with bated breath for the next inch of skin—
Because +
But then he’s pulling down his jeans, slowly over his ass, and Dazai feels like the entire world is waiting with bated breath for the next inch of skin—
Because +
Chuuya's ass is a /vision/. Just a little more than a handful, the perfect size to grab and /squeeze/, muscled enough to show that he clearly works hard to maintain his body, yet with enough fat to make it soft and enticing enough to /bite/.
Dazai has /dreams/ of that ass, +
Dazai has /dreams/ of that ass, +
would happily spend the rest of his natural life watching it bounce around him, would break a dozen more laws and make up a few more.
He licks his lips,fighting to regain the upper hand. That's another intoxicating thing about Chuuya, the fact that he doesn't even have to /say/+
He licks his lips,fighting to regain the upper hand. That's another intoxicating thing about Chuuya, the fact that he doesn't even have to /say/+
anything to send Dazai reeling. And after /years/ of being top of his class, top of his firm, top of the /country/, the thrilling feeling of having to /work/ to stay on top and in control--
Fucking /addicting/.
"Did you miss me /that/ much?" He asks, voice low and rough with+
Fucking /addicting/.
"Did you miss me /that/ much?" He asks, voice low and rough with+
arousal. "Or are you just /that/ needy, hm?"
Instead of responding with words, Chuuya shuffles forward and bends forward. He spreads his thighs a little more, reaching back to dig his fingers into the plush skin of his ass, spreading himself open for Dazai's gaze.
In the low +
Instead of responding with words, Chuuya shuffles forward and bends forward. He spreads his thighs a little more, reaching back to dig his fingers into the plush skin of his ass, spreading himself open for Dazai's gaze.
In the low +
lighting, he can just /barely/ see the wetness glistening between his cheeks, his entrance already pink with abuse--
Dazai is famous for his self-control.He's practiced and self-denied to the point where his mind /definitely/ takes precedence over the needs of his body. Control+
Dazai is famous for his self-control.He's practiced and self-denied to the point where his mind /definitely/ takes precedence over the needs of his body. Control+
is his natural state of being, almost effortless for him.
But he's only a man.
And seeing Chuuya, already prepped and ready for him (he briefly mourns not being able to /feel/ him open up for his fingers), like he was so desperate for his cock that he couldn't even wait long+
But he's only a man.
And seeing Chuuya, already prepped and ready for him (he briefly mourns not being able to /feel/ him open up for his fingers), like he was so desperate for his cock that he couldn't even wait long+
enough to get prepper by him--
It's enough to make him step neatly off the edge of control, free falling into reckless, instinct-driven abandon.
Dazai surges upwards, pushing Chuuya /down/, forcing him to bend over his desk. Chuuya catches himself with his hands, but doesn't +
It's enough to make him step neatly off the edge of control, free falling into reckless, instinct-driven abandon.
Dazai surges upwards, pushing Chuuya /down/, forcing him to bend over his desk. Chuuya catches himself with his hands, but doesn't +
fight him. /No/, he's arching into it, spreading his thighs as far as they will go.
Dazai can't get his belt unbuckled fast enough, too frantic to even pull it off the way, instead leaving it hanging open as he pulls down his zipper and shoves down his pants just far enough -- +
Dazai can't get his belt unbuckled fast enough, too frantic to even pull it off the way, instead leaving it hanging open as he pulls down his zipper and shoves down his pants just far enough -- +
Relief fills him when his cock springs free, landing heavily against Chuuya's ass with a soft slap. His skin is soft and warm, and Dazai can't resist the temptation of grinding against him.
Chuuya sighs when his erection slides between his cheeks, arching his back to meet him +
Chuuya sighs when his erection slides between his cheeks, arching his back to meet him +
halfway. His hands stretch out, grabbing the sides of the desk to brace himself.
It's honestly adorable that his body can be so clearly desperate, yet Chuuya's voice is downright /grumpy/ as he mutters, "Come on, hurry up."
Dazai grins, and although he /lost/ himself for a +
It's honestly adorable that his body can be so clearly desperate, yet Chuuya's voice is downright /grumpy/ as he mutters, "Come on, hurry up."
Dazai grins, and although he /lost/ himself for a +
moment there, he manages to rein it in, turning it to his advantage and using it to fuel his unrestrained hunger.
He reaches over to open his desk drawer, deliberately grinding forward wetly, teasingly but /not/ pushing in. "Did you do this on /purpose/, sweetheart?" +
He reaches over to open his desk drawer, deliberately grinding forward wetly, teasingly but /not/ pushing in. "Did you do this on /purpose/, sweetheart?" +
Pulling out the lube he'd stashed there, he deliberately pops the cap loudly, letting it fill the pause. Anticipation coils in the air, tightening with their every breath, every movement of their bodies together. "Were you so desperate to see me that you couldn't /wait/? You +
/had/ to find a reason to come see me, no matter the consequences for someone /else/?"
He drizzles the lube over his cock, hissing at the coldness of it. He's not sure how much prep Chuuya gave himself -- hopefully a /lot/, because it's not like Dazai is /small/-- but more +
He drizzles the lube over his cock, hissing at the coldness of it. He's not sure how much prep Chuuya gave himself -- hopefully a /lot/, because it's not like Dazai is /small/-- but more +
lube never hurt.
Chuuya flinches from the sensation, but he gathers himself quickly, turning his head to look coyly over his shoulder. And even though Dazai has him on his stomach, spread out and /needy/, his eyes are still piercing, demanding, cutting through to the very +
Chuuya flinches from the sensation, but he gathers himself quickly, turning his head to look coyly over his shoulder. And even though Dazai has him on his stomach, spread out and /needy/, his eyes are still piercing, demanding, cutting through to the very +
heart of him. Dazai feels /scorched/ by it, dragged into the fire to burn with him--
A slow smile, showing the sharp points of his teeth, shameless and /eager/, always rising to the challenge and /escalating/ it. "Yes, /daddy/."
/Fuck./+
A slow smile, showing the sharp points of his teeth, shameless and /eager/, always rising to the challenge and /escalating/ it. "Yes, /daddy/."
/Fuck./+
Chuuya is /tight/ when he starts pushing in, searingly hot. Clearly the prep he did was a little while ago, and he's tightened back up. A voice in the back of Dazai's head says he should pull out, stretch him back open with his fingers again--
But Chuuya is /moaning/, trembling+
But Chuuya is /moaning/, trembling+
underneath him, and the raw, animalistic side of Dazai doesn't /care/ about prep, it just cares about pushing deeper, /deeper/, until his hips press against Chuuya's ass and his cock is buried in tight, delicious heat as far as it will go.
He stays there for a long moment, +
He stays there for a long moment, +
giving Chuuya a chance to get used to his size and giving /himself/ a moment to acclimate to how /good/ it feels to be inside him again. He grinds lazily against his prostate, eyes going half-lidded when he feels how Chuuya pulses around him at the pleasure.
"Move," Chuuya +
"Move," Chuuya +
demands, "I didn't come here to /hang out/."
Well. If that's what the boss /wants/, that's what he'll /get/.
Wrapping his hands around his hips to keep him in place, Dazai pulls out slowly, savoring the drag of muscle as Chuuya's body strains to keep him inside.
He hovers +
Well. If that's what the boss /wants/, that's what he'll /get/.
Wrapping his hands around his hips to keep him in place, Dazai pulls out slowly, savoring the drag of muscle as Chuuya's body strains to keep him inside.
He hovers +
at the end of his thrust for a moment, leaving Chuuya with just the head of his cock keeping him stretched open. He can feel Chuuya trying to grind back against him, but he keeps him in place and /waits/.
When Chuuya reaches the end of his patience, opening his mouth to snarl+
When Chuuya reaches the end of his patience, opening his mouth to snarl+
in frustration, /thats/ when Dazai surges forward again, sheathing himself fully in one brutal thrust.
Whatever Chuuya was going to say, it gets lost in a shocked, garbled moan.
From there, Dazai sets a punishing pace, hips slapping hard enough against Chuuya’s ass that it +
Whatever Chuuya was going to say, it gets lost in a shocked, garbled moan.
From there, Dazai sets a punishing pace, hips slapping hard enough against Chuuya’s ass that it +
/almost/ drowns out the sound of his moans.
Almost, anyway, because Chuuya is /wild/ beneath him, twisting, clawing at the desk, high-pitched moans bouncing with his thrusts and getting louder every time Dazai bottoms out.
Dazai tightens his grip, lifting Chuuya’s hips until+
Almost, anyway, because Chuuya is /wild/ beneath him, twisting, clawing at the desk, high-pitched moans bouncing with his thrusts and getting louder every time Dazai bottoms out.
Dazai tightens his grip, lifting Chuuya’s hips until+
his toes are barely touching the ground, taking away his leverage.
"/Fuck/ yes, /harder/," Chuuya groans out, thighs beginning to tremble. His breath is speeding up, a sign that he's beginning to climb the peak.
Dazai grits his teeth, doing his best to fight back the nearly+
"/Fuck/ yes, /harder/," Chuuya groans out, thighs beginning to tremble. His breath is speeding up, a sign that he's beginning to climb the peak.
Dazai grits his teeth, doing his best to fight back the nearly+
overwhelming waves of pleasure. It's been nearly three weeks since they last saw each other, and being so sleep-deprived makes it hard to control the reactions of his body.
Dazai is hardly new to the playing field, but Chuuya is /definitely/ the best he's had, not only in a +
Dazai is hardly new to the playing field, but Chuuya is /definitely/ the best he's had, not only in a +
purely physical sense, but also on a /mental/ level. Chuuya is hot, young, /shameless/--
And /dangerous/. Powerful in his influence, and how far his sphere of influence reaches, dangerous in the things he /could/ do, and often /does/.
Dazai has defended criminals, has looked+
And /dangerous/. Powerful in his influence, and how far his sphere of influence reaches, dangerous in the things he /could/ do, and often /does/.
Dazai has defended criminals, has looked+
them in the eye on the stand, has sent countless to jail and spared even more--
And never felt anything more than a vague sense of victory.
Victory that doesn't even /compare/ to what he feels for Chuuya,reckless, infuriating Chuuya who is /demanding/ again that Dazai fuck him+
And never felt anything more than a vague sense of victory.
Victory that doesn't even /compare/ to what he feels for Chuuya,reckless, infuriating Chuuya who is /demanding/ again that Dazai fuck him+
/harder/, and /god/, Dazai is so far down the rabbit hole that he doesn't have a choice other than to do exactly that.
Chuuya is pulsing around him, clenching down every time Dazai bottoms out harshly. It's dragging Dazai close to the edge, and its too /soon/.
He's come before+
Chuuya is pulsing around him, clenching down every time Dazai bottoms out harshly. It's dragging Dazai close to the edge, and its too /soon/.
He's come before+
Chuuya exactly /once/ and Chuuya got his revenge by tying him and denying him for almost two days straight. While being at Chuuya's mercy is great, that's not what Dazai wants right now.
So he focuses on fucking him as hard as he's capable of, switching the rhythm between +
So he focuses on fucking him as hard as he's capable of, switching the rhythm between +
jackhammer pounding and a hard, merciless grinding against his prostate, letting Chuuya feel just how /deep/ Dazai can get inside him, how much his body has to stretch to accommodate him.
Chuuya's next moan is nearly a sob, his hands clawing uselessly at the desk. A few of +
Chuuya's next moan is nearly a sob, his hands clawing uselessly at the desk. A few of +
Dazai's papers get shredded, necessary sacrifices. Even more get thrown to the floor, and there's going to be a /mess/ to clean up in the morning--
A mess that Chuuya is about to add to. "/Fuck!/" He nearly shouts, throwing his head back a particularly well-aimed thrust, "so +
A mess that Chuuya is about to add to. "/Fuck!/" He nearly shouts, throwing his head back a particularly well-aimed thrust, "so +
close. Daddy, /please/--!"
Dazai sees white, losing any sense of rhythm or control. His only thought is /again, again, again/, /harder/, faster, just a little more--
Chuuya takes a shuddering breath, his body locking up with tension. The next thrust is /devastating/, dead+
Dazai sees white, losing any sense of rhythm or control. His only thought is /again, again, again/, /harder/, faster, just a little more--
Chuuya takes a shuddering breath, his body locking up with tension. The next thrust is /devastating/, dead+
on target, ramming into his prostate so hard that it sends him rocketing up and over the edge.
His orgasm is powerful, exactly what Chuuya needed. For a long moment he's deaf and blind, pleasure overwhelming in senses. He gives a keening wail, his entire body shuddering with +
His orgasm is powerful, exactly what Chuuya needed. For a long moment he's deaf and blind, pleasure overwhelming in senses. He gives a keening wail, his entire body shuddering with +
sensation.
Distantly, behind him he hears Dazai gasp out desperately "Can I?", voice hoarse and breathless with exertion,whiny with need.The question sends a flash of heat through him, even though he's /just/ came, the knowledge of how much power he has over Dazai intoxicating.+
Distantly, behind him he hears Dazai gasp out desperately "Can I?", voice hoarse and breathless with exertion,whiny with need.The question sends a flash of heat through him, even though he's /just/ came, the knowledge of how much power he has over Dazai intoxicating.+
The next /slam/ of his hips makes Chuuya give a choked, oversensitive moan. Dazai stills inside him with a loud groan, hips grinding forward to get as deep as possible as he works himself through his orgasm.
Dazai doesn't even have /words/ for it, the snap of tension in his gut+
Dazai doesn't even have /words/ for it, the snap of tension in his gut+
that makes him feel weightless, flooded with so much pleasure that he barely even feels real for a long moment. All his aches from earlier, the headache that had been building in the back of his skull--all of it washed away with the strength of his orgasm.
Unclenching his hands+
Unclenching his hands+
takes a bit of work, and he can already see the indents of his fingers imprinted on Chuuya's skin.
He pulls back, feeling a thrill of satisfaction as he watches his cum spill out in a slow trickle, making Chuuya's thighs messy. They're trembling, a little overworked with the +
He pulls back, feeling a thrill of satisfaction as he watches his cum spill out in a slow trickle, making Chuuya's thighs messy. They're trembling, a little overworked with the +
strain.
Dazai isn't that much better, his abs already aching with how hard he was thrusting.
He collapses back in his chair, bringing Chuuya with him. He arranges him in his lap, back to chest, uncaring that his pants are going to get worried. He can always buy new ones but +
Dazai isn't that much better, his abs already aching with how hard he was thrusting.
He collapses back in his chair, bringing Chuuya with him. He arranges him in his lap, back to chest, uncaring that his pants are going to get worried. He can always buy new ones but +
right now--
Chuuya is shaking, still trying to get his breath back, still clearly overwhelmed (which gives Dazai /immense/ satisfaction, but he ignores that), and more importantly--
They have a /case/ to discuss.
Dazai grabs his hip again, gentle this time, rubbing his thumb+
Chuuya is shaking, still trying to get his breath back, still clearly overwhelmed (which gives Dazai /immense/ satisfaction, but he ignores that), and more importantly--
They have a /case/ to discuss.
Dazai grabs his hip again, gentle this time, rubbing his thumb+
gently over the marks he left there.
Chuuya shivers, melting against him, and that /trust/, the easy way he accepts the comfort is shockingly /sweet/, enough that Dazai hides a soft smile into his hair.
"Tell me everything, trouble. Let me see if I can fix this for you."
Chuuya shivers, melting against him, and that /trust/, the easy way he accepts the comfort is shockingly /sweet/, enough that Dazai hides a soft smile into his hair.
"Tell me everything, trouble. Let me see if I can fix this for you."
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