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“My birthday’s next week.”
Dazai announces it suddenly over breakfast one morning before taking a drink from his coffee mug, leaning against the counter. Chuuya regards him silently, spearing a piece of melon with his fork.
“That so?” he asks, sounding like he wasn’t aware; he is very much aware. Intensely aware considering he’d spent his entire childhood with the man.
“Mmhmm...” Dazai murmures, mug still in hand as he stalks around to Chuuya’s side of the table slowly, “So whatcha getting for me?” he grins, leaning into his lover’s space. Chuuya only spares him a glance before taking a bite of his meal, chewing thoughtfully before even thinking of responding.
“Haven’t decided yet, you just reminded me.”
“Uh-huh,” Dazai doesn’t sound convinced.
Chuuya turns to level his gaze at Dazai, a heated stare passing between them, “Depends on what you want, I guess.”
Dazai raises an eyebrow, but there’s a smile on his face, “You mean you haven’t meticulously picked out a fancy-scmancy restaurant and made reservations weeks in advance? Chuuya, i’m hurt.”
Chuuya’s eyebrows dip, both because he can tell Dazai’s mocking him and because he’d had precisely that in mind. Is he truly that predictable?
“No, I just told you I forgot about it, asshole,” Chuuya turns away from him, sticking his nose up at the whole conversation. He’s annoyed that Dazai has expectations of him, when they’re still young and have only recently picked up their relationship. It won't do to be stale and predictable. Chuuya Nakahara is the exact opposite of predictable after all.
“Right. You work on that, shorty,” Dazai straightens, draining the last of his coffee and sticking the mug in the sink, strolling off to get ready for work. Chuuya watches him go, his annoyance dissipating into worry, because it’s been years since he’s celebrated Dazai’s birthday, the last time being when they were significantly younger and content to guzzle down booze until they’d been unable to stand. That won’t do now, it’s his first birthday since reconciling and since the truce. Chuuya knows a fancy meal and an expensive wristwatch that Dazai probably won't even wear is out of the question.
Sliding his plate into the sink he racks his brain for a solution. There isn’t a thing in the world that Dazai can’t give himself or hasn’t already. What exactly would he want from Chuuya? Well, besides the obvious…
He pauses, a memory from weeks ago resurfacing. They’d only been in their new shared apartment for about a month at the time, every now and then receiving pieces of mail from the previous tenant. Dazai had been going through the mail one day when something caught his eye.
“Ohohohooo…” he’d grinned, dropping the rest on the counter as he took up a spot on one of the stools stationed there. Chuuya had been busy raiding the fridge for a drink, unable to see what he was looking at.
Rounding the corner he spotted the magazine in Dazai’s hands; a catalogue from a well known lingerie shop. Chuuya rolled his eyes, content to let Dazai perv out for a bit if it meant keeping shouting matches to a minimum; he didn’t want the neighbors complaining so soon after moving in.
“How come you don’t wear anything like this for me?” Dazai asked, nose still buried in the glossy pages.
Chuuya rocked to a stop, eyes blown wide.
“Excuse me!?” he shouted, head snapping around to stare at his significant other. Dazai looked up to reward him with a mischievous grin.
“What’s wrong? You know I like pretty little things,” Dazai remarked suggestively, eyes roving down over Chuuya’s body. Despite his sudden shock, Chuuya could feel the heat rise in his face and between his legs at the comment. Reflexively he wanted to turn and berate the other man, a knee-jerk reaction of when they’d been enemies before Oh yeah, i’m dating him registers in his mind.
Instead he sets his glass aside, turning to saunter back in Dazai’s direction, eyes narrowed on him but not in anger, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips.
“Pretty?” he asks in a hushed voice, not stopping until he’s between Dazai’s raised knees, forcing him to set the magazine aside, “Is that really what you think of me?”
Dazai’s own eyes go lidded, leaning back to set his elbows against the counter, to give Chuuya more space to work in, “Among other things, maybe,” he admits.
“Mhmm…” Chuuya hums, cocking his head a bit, breaching the distance between them, “Like what?” he whispers, lips a breath away from the corner of Dazai’s jaw.
“I don’t know, why don’t you come here and let me show you?” Dazai husks, not bothering to move himself because he loves when Chuuya comes to him all by himself. Chuuya pins him against the counter, his own hands on either side of Dazai’s elbows. He teases by leaning in close, so that their noses nearly slide together, eyes on Dazai’s lips, teeth in his own. Dazai loves every game the redhead plays, allowing it to drag on and see where it goes. The anticipation gets to be too much though and Chuuya relents, lips pressing softly to Dazai’s, parted and slack enough that no one would mistake it for chaste. Dazai sinks into it, mouthing at the other’s lips; it’s moist and it’s slow and it’s far too erotic for a rented kitchen, he thinks.
Just as he gathers enough strength to part from his lover and ask if he wants to move to the bedroom, Dazai feels the shift of Chuuya’s hand behind him, grasping something that makes a crinkling sound. Chuuya pulls away, a smile on his lips as he dangles the lingerie catalogue in front of his eyes, “You won't be needing this, right?” he asks.
He doesn't give the other man a chance to respond, fleeing his presence with a shit-eating grin that Dazai thankfully can't see as he runs off. He's being a tease and he knows he’ll be paying for it later that night but habits die hard and its fun to mess with Dazai.
“You can't steal that unless you plan on ordering something from it,” Dazai calls after him, sounding unusually composed although Chuuya knows better. He ends up hiding the magazine under his side of the bed, and Chuuya remembers now that it's still there, weeks later.
He can feel his cheeks flush at the thought, but it truly would be unexpected...and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit curious himself. Chuuya has no frame of reference for something like this though, doesn't know where to start, but he has an inkling of who might.
Frowning he taps through his contacts, hoping that she'll have some time to spare for him this afternoon. Ane-san always was better with things like this.
***
The day of Dazai's birthday rolls around far too quickly, the man in question not even having a solid chance to snoop around the apartment and figure out what Chuuya's gotten him yet. He's usually so good at predicting things like that, so it feels distinctly wrong when he wakes up that Monday to the smell of breakfast being cooked and no further clues of what the redhead has planned.
Chuuya puts together a modest yet delicious breakfast of his favorites, batting Dazai's hands away every time he insists he wants to “unwrap a present” before work. Chuuya's mood is hard to pin down, bouncing between sweet and sour like there's something weighing on his mind, until he's pushing Dazai out the door for work. Dazai chalks it up to nerves over whatever he has planned for later, and lopes off to The Agency wondering what it could be.
Work is a relaxed affair that day. Naomi brings in a delicious cake from a bakery nearby that everyone has a slice of before Ranpo devours the remaining half. There are a couple gifts as well that range from work supplies to personal effects and even cute homemade cards (Dazai places Kyouka’s in a spot of prominence on his desk that turns the young girl’s face red.) It’s nearing late afternoon when the revelry is interrupted by a text on Dazai’s phone, the man stealing away for a moment to read it.
When are you coming home? Chuuya asks. Dazai smirks at the device, at how Chuuya’s not even bothering to hide his impatience. Dazai decides he’d rather run home to see what the redhead’s cooked up then tease him, so he replies with a short Be there in 15 and stows his phone away, set on saying his goodbyes to his co workers so he can be off. A couple minutes later and he’s on his way, the remainder of the cake and his presents stashed in the bakery bag on his arm. He doesn’t rush but he’s quick to duck around people on the sidewalk, keeping his promise and good time to slide his key into the lock a couple minutes earlier than predicted.
The apartment is dark and quiet, no lights on in the main room or the kitchen beyond it. Dazai shuts and locks the door, scanning for any sign of his partner.
“Chuuuuya…” he calls, toeing off his shoes and pulling the coat closet door open. He slides his jacket off his shoulders and hangs it there before moving into the room, inspecting for clues. He gets one when he passes by the coffee table.
The catalogue catches his eye instantly; picking it up he recognizes it as the one Chuuya had stolen weeks before, but what it’s doing sitting here is a mystery. He sets it aside and continues on, calling out again, this time receiving a response.
“Bedroom,” is the only word he gets, called from the other end of the hall. Dazai’s lips quirk up into a devious smile, anticipating a pre-dinner roll in the sheets as part of his birthday present. It’s cute to say the least, but not entirely a surprise. Still, Dazai loosens his tie, popping the top button on his shirt as he slinks off in the direction of their bedroom, turning the corner and anticipating Chuuya waiting for him in bed. He’s not there however, he’s lounging on the chaise he’d insisted on buying when they’d moved in, despite Dazai’s claim that it was a useless piece of furniture. He’s seriously rethinking that statement now however.
Dazai freezes completely, eyes going impossibly wide as if they’re desperately trying to devote more surface area to the sight they’re taking in. His mouth goes dry instantly, lips falling apart in surprise because this is honestly something he hadn’t anticipated from his lover, even if he’d fantasized about it several times in the past.
Chuuya relaxes against the plush velvet of the chaise lounge, turned towards the door with his arm propped up on the back edge, the long lines of his legs stretched out and crossed delicately over each other or maximum effect. His regular choker’s been replaced with a silky pink ribbon that sits slightly off center, the bow it’s tied into -an obvious attempt at mimicking a present- lying just to the side of his neck. The expensive looking corset he wears starts just below his nipples, cinching in an already slender waist with laced ribbons that match the one at his neck, the print a soft floral with pinks and peaches and creams that compliment his copper hair perfectly. Both the corset and what Dazai presumes to be a matching thong are trimmed with a delicate row of lace, the same lace making up the garter belt sitting low on his slender hips. It’s the origin point of the silky straps that run down the front and back of his legs to attach to a pair of opaque white thigh highs, also lace-trimmed. The whole ensemble is finished with a pair of high-heeled oxfords, the cream-colored t-strap running up the top of his feet to clasp around his ankles with a matching bow set underneath, shoes pink to match the roses on his corset.
Dazai feels like dropping to his knees and giving thanks to whatever deity that is responsible for this moment, but instead he staggers forward like a man dying of thirst, indeed he just might be. Chuuya’s glossy lips lift into a hint of a smile, the same bravado he exudes in everyday life present but there’s also an undercurrent of uncertainty, like he isn’t 100% sure of what he’s doing and maybe he’s the teeniest bit nervous over the whole thing. Dazai gets to work on setting him straight.
His eyes never stop lingering over the other man’s form, but his fingertips start at the point of his crossed knee, drifting up over the soft stocking against his thigh to tease at the clasps of his garter belt, the other hand finding the curve of his cheek, thumb skitting up over his bottom lip gently. He drops down to take his mouth, sliding his hand back into the thicket of his fiery locks while the other hand pushes up over Chuuya’s hip, tangling in the thin strap of his panties and drawing a soft sigh from his lover’s mouth. He can’t contain himself, fingers dancing against the corset ribbons, sliding over his cinched waist, thumbing at the lace that crosses his pale skin, almost in disbelief. Chuuya groans, his own hands coming up to grasp Dazai’s shirt to try to haul him back and release him. Dazai fights for as long as he can, unwilling to part but he relents in the face of Chuuya’s strength, eyes flying back to his body again because he still can’t believe this is happening.
“First...Happy Birthday,” Chuuya pants, chest rising and falling from the intensity of Dazai’s kiss, “Second, i’m supposed to be the one taking care of you right now,” he points out, licking his lips.
“Correction, you’re supposed to do whatever I want right now, which is…” Dazai falls silent, eyes still mapping out his body, “I’m not sure, my brain hasn’t fully restarted yet.”
Chuuya bites his lips together to smother a laugh, flushed from their kiss and the attention Dazai’s heaping on him, “Then just sit back and let me take over,” he smiles teasingly, giving his boyfriend a gentle push.
He maneuvers the taller man around to sit in his place, throwing a leg over his lap to drop into it. Dazai’s hands fly to his hips immediately, thumbs rubbing up over the lace there while drinking in the sight of Chuuya straddling him, savoring the heat of his body against his legs and lap. Chuuya starts by pressing a soft kiss to the other man’s jawline, up over his chin to tease at his lips. His own lips are feather light, taunting with how they brush Dazai’s, never firm enough to fully satisfy. Dazai leans in to solve the problem, to press his mouth to Chuuya’s deeply but the redhead pulls back in his lap wearing a smile that borders on evil. One of the hands on Dazai’s shoulders rises to slide into his thick mop of brown hair, to hold him still when Chuuya leans back in to tease some more.
When he gives in, finally gives Dazai what he wants it’s on his own terms; Dazai keeps still, learns that he’s not calling the shots right now and allows Chuuya to mouth at his slack lips, to lick into his mouth slowly and teach Dazai the dance he’s performing. Chuuya presses him back into the chaise while exploring that mouth, coaxing his tongue to roll against his own with a deep groan. Dazai’s hands shift against the silk of his corset, one rising to run up Chuuya’s side while the other dips down, sliding back over his hip to grab a handful of ass. Chuuya moans against Dazai’s tongue, perky ass rolling back to give him more to play with, but the movement drags against the front of Dazai’s pants and that creates a whole new problem for him.
Dazai forces Chuuya’s hips down in his lap, rolling his own against the other man with a groan. Both hands end up on Chuuya’s ass this way, pulling him down against him to rock their erections together. Chuuya loses his focus that way, resurfacing from Dazai’s lips to moan. It leads to Dazai’s mouth against his neck, tongue and teeth and lips working together to undo Chuuya’s agenda of keeping Dazai in line. It doesn’t work however; Chuuya’s hand presses to his chest, forcing himself back and off Dazai’s lap.
Confused, Dazai’s eyebrows quirk as he watches the redhead rise; his eyes widen when Chuuya pushes his knees open, dropping to his own knees on the floor. Fingers curl over his belt, pulling it open along with his fly. Dazai’s no longer confused, leaning back into the chair with his teeth in his bottom lip in anticipation.
With Dazai’s erection free, Chuuya presses his lips to the side of his shaft, just as lightly as he’d kissed the man’s mouth. Fluttering kisses and licks pepper Dazai’s cock, working up to the head far slower than Dazai would prefer. He tries to hold back, but he’s a man of little patience now; he threads his long fingers through crimson locks, not to force but to anchor himself. Chuuya chooses that moment to glance up at him through his lashes, giving him doe eyes as his tongue rolls against Dazai’s tip. Dazai can’t help but groan at how innocent he looks, even with his lips wrapped around a cock, even though he knows he’s anything but. Blue eyes slip closed with a moan, lashes fluttering as if savoring the taste, sinking down to engulf the head. Chuuya’s mouth is unnaturally warm to Dazai, and he wishes feverently that he could sink in all the way and satisfy himself, but he’s allowing Chuuya to set the pace for now.
Chuuya slides his lips down Dazai’s shaft, tongue rolling against the underside until he draws a subdued moan from the other man’s mouth. He steadies his cock with fingers around the base, tucking his teeth to bob up and down on it, hollowing his cheeks. Dazai’s own eyes close, head falling back against the backrest of the chaise with a groan. Chuuya’s lips are tight around him, dragging down his shaft almost to the base and back up, over and over until Dazai can feel the first stirrings of orgasm. He doesn’t want this to be the end though, even when Chuuya takes his whole cock and swallows around him, throat spasming, drawing a grunt and a jerk of the hips from Dazai. He finally closes his fingers around Chuuya’s locks, stopping him short and gently tugging up.
“Bed,” Dazai commands when he slips free of Chuuya’s mouth, breath labored. Chuuya’s swollen lips turn up into a wicked smile, doing as he’s told. Dazai gets another eye full of Chuuya’s silk and lace wrapped form when he rises, the outline of his erection pressed to the front of his panties. The taller man squeezes a fist around his cock to keep himself in check, watching as Chuuya’s hips sway with each step towards their bed. He makes a show of it for him, teasing, climbing onto the edge of the bed to crawl forward, back arched so that Dazai has no choice but to watch his toned ass swing from side to side enticingly. He’s amused but there’s also a primal urge underneath that’s a little bit frustrated and a lot ready to take it out on the little tease.
Chuuya stops at the center of the bed on hands and knees, watching Dazai from over his shoulder with lidded eyes, knowing now that he’s got the man wrapped around his fingers. That may be so, but Dazai’s still very much in control of himself, and he proves it by following his love onto the bed after removing his shirt and vest, hands sliding over garter straps, up over his thighs and ass, down the slope of his back to draw a shudder from the smaller frame. Dazai grins to himself, sliding forward to cover Chuuya’s body with his own, lips against his ear.
“Now when did you do this…?” he asks softly, fingers sliding over the boning of Chuuya’s corset.
“Sometime last week,” Chuuya answers, a breath above a whisper, “What’s wrong, isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I want to push those panties to the side and fuck you so deep you feel it till my next Birthday,” Dazai reveals, emphasizing his point with a rock of his hips against Chuuya’s backside. Chuuya’s not one to shy away, not now, he meets Dazai tease with a roll back against his cock, a breathy moan on his lips.
“Oh yeah?” he pants, rewarding Dazai with a flash of lidded eyes, “Do you think it will all fit?” he teases, playing the part of innocent sex kitten with a bite to his lower lip that drives Dazai nuts. They both know which buttons to push when it comes to the other, and Chuuya’s trying his best to hit them all tonight. There hasn’t been a game that Dazai hasn’t completely dominated him in though, and this won’t be any different.
Dazai pulls back slightly, enough that he’s got space to press his lips to the flesh of Chuuya’s shoulder. He worships the skin he finds on his way down Chuuya’s back, locating the bumps and grooves of his spine to drag his lips against each. He can feel the growing tension in Chuuya’s body the lower he goes, the way each of his breaths come a little quicker, with more force. When he reaches the dimples in his lower back, Chuuya shudders, falling forward on his elbows with his head between his arms. Dazai smiles around the teeth he scrapes against the back of his hips, fingertips tracing the edge of the thong that sinks between his cheeks.
Dazai nips at a cheek, forcing a little whine from Chuuya who’s doing his best not to let his body take over instinctually and roll back to demand more. He owes the redhead a little teasing of his own, Dazai thinks, leaning back and running his thumbs up the center of his ass. He presses the pad of one to the material running across the other man’s opening, rubbing the silk against the puckered rim teasingly so that he really feels it. The moan he releases starts breathy, strained, but grows and builds into something that sounds almost pained from deep in his chest, dropping his front to the bed top so he can rock back against the stimulation. Dazai can’t help but grin, watching the tremor in his lover’s form grow with each slow sweep of his thumb, until he feels him begin to twitch and flutter there.
Satisfied Dazai slips the silky garment aside to reveal the treasure he’s after. He keeps Chuuya parted, dragging his thumb over his bare opening again just because he can and because Chuuya's gasping so prettily now, wound tight and desperate for him. He relents, sinking forward with a long enough exhale that Chuuya knows just how close he is; the whine he releases goes straight to Dazai's dick.
His tongue wets his lips before he does the same with Chuuya, dragging the flat of his tongue against his opening, forcing a full body shudder and accompanying moan from the redhead. He peppers him with little kitten licks, tongue curling around his rim until Chuuya's shaking under his hands, mewling into the sheets below him. Dazai brings his lips into it, kissing, sucking, mouthing at him wetly and that draws the louder cries from Chuuya, ones that the bed can't contain, gasping sobs that are punctuated by the way he rolls his ass back against his mouth. Dazai ups the ante by slipping his tongue into him, savoring the way Chuuya flutters and twitches around him; it's his favorite way to drive the man wild, and he knows it's working from the arch in his back and the cry on his lips.
Dazai rolls his tongue into him again and again, working Chuuya open with his fingers twisted in the lace of his panties. Chuuya had enough foresight to leave the lube on the bed, so Dazai snatches it up knowing they both won't be able to contain themselves for very much longer. He slides a digit in beside his tongue to reach the places he can't otherwise, Chuuya bucking back into the penetration when he glances off his prostate. His hips roll in time with Dazai's movements, chin against the bed surface so he can breathe. His inner thighs feel slick with precum, cock unbearably hard in his panties, but he doesn't dare to touch it, knowing full well that Dazai would only stop if he did.
Chuuya is rapidly approaching a breaking point though; he rises a bit to work his hips a little more insistently against Dazai's fingers, now that there are two in him. Flushing, he can't help but sigh and moan and finally beg for more.
“Ah-h...p-please...,” he gasps softly, “Fuck me...just fuck me, please…”
The plea sends Dazai's heart racing and cock throbbing, groaning against Chuuya's flesh. He can't for the life of him deny his lover when he asks so sweetly, and so he parts with him, pulling back to wipe his mouth against his shirt sleeve, giving the redhead another couple pumps of his fingers before he withdraws those as well.
He doesn't give Chuuya time to miss them, scooting up the bed and around to lay back against the pillows, pulling the smaller man to sit with his ass resting against Dazai's cock. The look Chuuya gives his significant other clearly telegraphs that he's annoyed that the man expects him to do all the work, but Dazai answers with a grin and a “What? It's my birthday!”
Rolling his eyes Chuuya goes for the lube, reaching back to slick Dazai's cock and perhaps rub him off a little. He doesn't stop until he's pulled a couple well-earned moans from the man, his own impatience getting the better of him; he holds the base steady, pulling the thong aside and positioning the tip to rub against his entrance with a sigh. Dazai assists by holding his hips, but nothing else. He shouldn't need to, Chuuya should be a pro at this by now.
As appealing as what's happening below is, Dazai's eyes stay glued to Chuuya's face, watching the tense line of his eyebrows contract when he begins to push down, how his eyes flutter shut and his mouth drops open on a groan when he works past the head to slide to the base.
Dazai groans himself, head falling backwards on the pillow to enjoy the tight heat surrounding him, fingernails planted in the flesh of Chuuya's upper thighs left uncovered by the stockings. He’ll never get over this, not in a thousand years, how perfect Chuuya's body feels for him each time, just like it's the first time all over again.
Chuuya wastes no time in rocking up and down on Dazai's cock, setting a moderate speed that satisfies the both of them for now. He's a vision above Dazai, hair wild and flushed from face to chest, lips bruised and eyes lidded. Dazai takes his time in stroking up the fine silk of the corset he wears, or down to thumb at the indents of the stockings on Chuuya's thighs. He snaps at one of the garter straps and draws a pleasured-pained hiss from the man. The front of his panties are soaked, the head of his cock slipping past the top edge to smear across his lower abs and Dazai can't stop from rubbing at it, dragging his fingers through the slick to bring back to his lips.
Chuuya rises and falls quicker now, panting with effort and the sharp jolts of Dazai's dick rocking into his prostate. His back arches, his thighs tremble, and he bites his lip against the growing moans in his throat. Dazai can no longer stand by and watch, sliding his hands up and around to cradle Chuuya's ass as he rises to sit up, keeping the man bouncing in his lap.
His mouth finds the underside of Chuuya's jaw, all teeth and tongue and Chuuya arches his neck to give him more with a sigh. Dazai works his way to Chuuya's ear, nipping softly before speaking.
“You love riding me, don't you?” he whispers in a smoky voice that's pure sin, “You love riding my cock until you're a weak, dripping mess, huh?”
Chuuya whines at that, burying his face in Dazai's shoulder and drawing a breathy laugh from the man, but he never stops the rocking of his hips. Dazai uses his leverage to help him, forcing him down on his erection at a quicker pace.
“Keep going love...wanna see you use me to get off, use me like a toy to make yourself cum…” Dazai rasps.
“D-dazai-” Chuuya sobs, bucking into a hard upward roll of Dazai's hips. As much as Dazai wants to keep this going, his own words and Chuuya's reaction creates a monster inside him, and he grabs the redhead firmly to tip him backwards, putting him on his back so that Dazai can sheath himself deeper with a groan. Chuuya practically screams, the angle perfect and bordering on too deep, head thrown back in ecstasy.
Pulling up one of Chuuya’s legs Dazai props it against his chest, turning his head to press his lips to the slender limb, glancing from the corner of his eye to spy Chuuya watching through hazy blue eyes. The other leg he bends at the knee and pushes aside, spreading Chuuya wide to bury himself deeper still. Fingers twist in the sheets under him, as Dazai pounds him with a single-minded determination to make the both of them cum, each stroke pulling a rasping “Ah! Ahh!” from Chuuya’s lips. It’s not quite enough to push the smaller man over the edge Dazai knows.
“Touch yourself,” Dazai growls low, lidded eyes smouldering. Chuuya only hesitates for a second before releasing the fabric between his fingers and sliding his hand down to wrap around his cock, moaning at the delicious relief of stroking himself finally. Dazai’s unable to look away from the sight, of Chuuya - his Chuuya - clothed like his most lurid fantasy touching himself for him, gasping and moaning and twitching hard around his cock. The combination of his hand and Dazai’s thrusts only take a minute or two, Chuuya’s back arching clear of the bed, his eyes screwed shut as the beginning waves of climax wash over him. His moans double, crashing into each other until he’s crying out, strung tight with Dazai’s name on his lips when he gushes all over his own fist, still working his cock between his fingers. Dazai fucks him through his orgasm, groaning as Chuuya’s walls contract hard around him, pulling him deeper. A couple more thrusts and he buries himself as far as possible, fingers dug into the flesh of his thighs, cumming hard with a growl reverberating up from his chest. Both men stay stationary, breathing labored as they try to steady themselves in the face of the aftermath.
Dazai slips from Chuuya with a sigh, falling sideways so that he call pull the other man to his chest. Chuuya goes willingly, turning towards him and allowing Dazai to pull their blankets up to cover them both. They don’t speak for a little while, content to bask in the afterglow for a couple minutes until a rumbling starts up from below the blanket.
“I don’t suppose you actually did make dinner reservations?” Dazai grins when his stomach calms down. Chuuya narrows his eyes at him sleepily, inspiring a laugh from his boyfriend.
“If you’re that hungry, you can order a pizza,” Chuuya grumbles attempting to burrow further into Dazai’s chest.
“Ahh fine by me, wouldn’t want to leave anyway…” Dazai muses, “I want you to stay in that outfit.
Chuuya’s eyes pop open, “Oi, and why’s that? I’m a mess now!”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t take advantage of you being dressed up like this?” Dazai murmurs, stroking fingertips up over Chuuya’s thigh under the covers, “It’s still my birthday for a while longer, Chuuya~”
Chuuya gives him a wide-eyed look of apprehension, because he’s just now realized that he’s created a monster. The whole discussion’s derailed however, when Chuuya’s own stomach starts to growl.
“Ok fine! But order food first!”