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Dazai walked into Chuuya’s office as if it was his own. He was wearing his usual, dark working clothes and his black coat. In contrast, he was sucking on a red lollipop.
“What do you want, asshole?” Chuuya asked, already annoyed.
Dazai smiled at him and sat on his desk, just over some paperwork he was sure the redhead was working on.
“Boss told me there's a meeting in half an hour. Some tycoons from Europe and North America are coming here.” His smile grew bigger.
“Here? In our headquarters?” Dazai nodded. “Damn. Must be some serious business. Are you sure the Boss wants us there?”
“Of course not, silly slug.”
Chuuya was confused. Even if he tried, he couldn't understand the brunet's intentions. So he decided it was better to ask.
“Then, why are you telling me this?”
“We could go anyway.” Dazai whispered, tasting the sweet candy in his mouth. It was strawberry-flavored. “Remember the bathrooms next to the meeting room?”
“Yeah?”
“The walls might as well be made of paper, right?”
Then, the sudden realization was visible on Chuuya's face.
“Don't remind me of that time when we heard Mori shitting just before a meeting. It was awful.”
“How about we fuck there?” Dazai asked, casually.
Chuuya had to take a moment before he could fully comprehend what Dazai was proposing. He blinked a couple of times.
And he smirked when he finally understood.
“That's a bit cliche, don't you think?” He said at the same time he got up from his chair.
Dazai, who was still sitting on the desk, smiled playfully at him while licking the lollipop.
“Wanna make a bet, then?”
“... What's on your mind?”
“The one who makes noise first must walk out of the bathroom while the meeting is still happening.” He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth and pointed at Chuuya with it. “Of course, dressed. But no cleaning up before going out of there.”
“That sounds like an interesting challenge…” The redhead admitted. “Besides the Boss and those top dogs, who else will be there?
“Ango. And probably Kouyou, too.”
Chuuya sighed, already feeling the arousal caused by the possibility of getting caught by his boss and his mentor. They hadn't even stepped into the bathroom and the adrenaline was already flowing through his veins.
“What if we make noise at the same time? Or if none of us do that at all?”
“If we don't make any noise, we'll stay there until everyone is gone.” Dazai stuck out his tongue to lick the lollipop. “But… If we both do, then we'll have to get out of there together.”
“Oof. Scary.”
“I know, right? I don't want anyone to know that I'm fucking such an ugly, tiny chibi.” He got off the desk, walking towards the redhead.
“Wrong. You're not fucking anyone, pretty boy.” Chuuya corrected, his smirk growing in size. “Shall we put that mouth to better use? You don't even like strawberries.”
Dazai didn't seem affected by that remark, taking off his coat and leaving it next to Chuuya's. It would only get in their way.
“Did you finish your barking? Come on, follow me.”
The brunet got out of the room, followed by Chuuya, who was soon walking beside him, their steps completely synced.
None of the subordinates they encountered on their path dared to look at Double Black for more than a few seconds. Everyone bowed their heads slightly.
Soon, they reached the meeting room. Dazai took out a hairpin from his brown curls and easily opened the lock so they could get in. Of course, he didn't forget to lock it again, using the same pin from before.
“How many do you keep there?” Chuuya asked, genuinely curious.
“A few. The amount I feel I'll need during the day.” Dazai answered, walking proudly to the bathroom. “But don't worry… You won't notice them if you pull my hair.”
As Chuuya followed the brunet towards the most secluded stall, he realized.
“Did you really come up with this challenge because you were horny?” He asked, holding back a laugh.
Dazai locked them both inside the stall they chose, leaning against the door with a satisfied smile on his lips.
He had thrown his lollipop into the bin.
“And what if I did?”
“Huh, let's see…” Chuuya got closer to Dazai, gripping his tie to bring him down so they could easily look at each other. “What about making you cry out my name? I'm sure everyone in the meeting will be surprised when they hear the Demon Prodigy begging for a dick.”
“I'd like to see you try.”
Their mouths soon clashed into each other, in a kiss that was more teeth than anything else. It was rough, as they both liked it.
(Dazai tasted like strawberries and Chuuya loved that.)
When they parted to get some air, Dazai managed to free himself of the redhead's hold and pushed him so he sat down on the toilet. Dazai wasted no time and, in the blink of an eye, he crawled on top of Chuuya.
“Oh? You wanna do it like this?” Chuuya asked, clearly amused.
“I'm giving you the privilege of looking at my pretty face.” Dazai answered, making himself comfortable on Chuuya's lap. “We should shut up now. The meeting is starting soon.”
To seal their deal, Chuuya bit the brunet's lower lip, pulling him into a kiss that was more passionate than the last. Dazai started to move his hips in a steady rhythm.
The friction they were creating together made them gasp from time to time, but those sounds were drowned in the kiss.
When the meeting room's door opened again, they could hear everything more or less clearly. There were some parts of the conversation that were a bit harder to comprehend (mainly because of the accent of the guests), so it was obvious they couldn't make any noise.
Again, they had to stop kissing to catch a breath. Chuuya was already half-hard, and Dazai could feel his pants tighten, too.
Right then, Chuuya mouthed the word 'lube' because he didn't remember to bring it. However, the brunet gave him a quick peck on the lips before pulling out a small bottle from his back pocket.
Of course Dazai would remember. He was the one who came up with the idea, after all.
The redhead quickly removed some of the bandages that covered Dazai's neck. He had already seen what was under the gauze.
They were used to seeing each other naked. They had been for a long time.
Chuuya smiled and started to kiss his partner's neck, marking his pale skin with bites and hickeys. Dazai had his mouth open in a silent gasp, trying his best to keep his breathing pattern regular.
Dazai had to hold tightly onto the redhead so he would not fall down when Chuuya lifted him up to remove his pants. The desperation could be seen clearly on Chuuya's face. Dazai always managed to rile him up.
“Chuuya…” The brunet whispered when he felt his partner's hands squeezing the bare skin of his ass.
(Dazai was sure Chuuya would leave bruises. And both loved that.)
Chuuya searched for a place on Dazai's shoulders where the skin was visible and he bit it strongly, making the brunet arch his back.
Dazai's pants were already forgotten on the cold ground.
None of them cared. Dazai could only think about how Chuuya's teeth pierced his skin and made him bleed. Chuuya could only think about how Dazai's skin felt hot even with his gloves still on.
“Take off those fucking gloves, or else.” Dazai whispered right next to the redhead's ear, making him squirm at the harsh tone the order was given in.
Of course, Chuuya obeyed almost instantly. He threw his gloves on top of the removed clothes and enjoyed the warm feeling of Dazai's ass upon his hands.
The two of them were fully hard already. Chuuya had to lift the brunet up a bit again so he could pull his own pants down. Just enough to free his aching erection.
“Fuck…” He sighed, almost impossible to hear.
Dazai smiled at him, his face filled with mischief. The next thing Chuuya knew was that the brunet was masturbating him, coating his length with the lube he had gotten on one hand at some point.
Honey-brown eyes shined with lust.
Somewhere along the way, Dazai had forgotten his facade. Chuuya couldn't help but love the way he dropped his masks during sex.
The redhead smirked and just relaxed to enjoy the breath-taking view of the Demon Prodigy taking his dick so easily, making him bottom out in a few seconds. They had sex frequently, so Dazai didn't even need prepping most of the time.
(Actually, they had been secretly dating for a while. Everyone still believed they despised each other, though.)
Dazai almost moaned at the feeling of being full. He had been craving it the whole morning and, finally, he got what he wanted.
Neither of them paid attention to what was being said at the meeting anymore.
When Chuuya made himself comfortable under Dazai's body, his movements made the brunet open his mouth in a silent moan that didn't make it out of his throat. One the things he loved the most about the redhead was that his cock was the perfect size to reach his prostate and make him see stars behind his eyelids.
(Just like at that moment.)
“Move, whore.” Chuuya whispered next to the brunet's ear.
One thing Dazai would never admit was that he loved being called a whore. Or any other way of degradation.
So, when Chuuya said that word, he obeyed almost instantly. The brunet bit his lower lip and started to move his hips slowly at first.
The redhead put his hands on Dazai's waist and basked in the gorgeous view he had in front of him. He didn't say it often, but he truly thought Dazai was stunning.
His brown curls were messy around his face, as he didn't care about fixing his hair anymore. Some strands were starting to get wet with the sweat of his forehead.
(Dazai sweated a lot during sex.)
Shiny honey-brown eyes were already filled with unshed tears. Chuuya adored how the adrenaline made Dazai much more sensitive than he already was.
After all, they were in a place where they shouldn't be. And it was dangerous. Really, really dangerous.
Soon, Dazai's movements turned more desperate and erratic. He leaned down to bite something (it ended up being Chuuya's shoulder) to silence his own moans.
The two of them were close.
Chuuya gripped the brunet's ass strongly, not minding the bruises he would leave there. He started to thrust into his partner, chasing his own orgasm.
The redhead finished first, filling Dazai up as he let the taller male move again by himself. Dazai didn't last much longer after that, either, making a mess of his own shirt and Chuuya's.
(It hurt to hold back a scream as he reached his climax.)
As Dazai rode out his orgasm, the bathroom's door opened. Someone entered, and they were not alone, as two voices were talking about something foreign to the two young adults.
The brunet pressed his lips together and started breathing through his nose. Chuuya did the same thing. In that way, they would make less noise.
“Do you think it's a good deal?” One of the voices asked.
“No, I don't. But it's a great way to get closer to the Port Mafia and sell their intel for a good price.”
“Always coming up with great ideas, I see.”
Dazai almost laughed out loud. The walls were thin for a reason. Mori wanted to hear what his guests said while talking in 'private'.
“Where is the Prodigy, anyway? I thought we were going to meet him today.”
Chuuya moved his hips a bit, forcing Dazai to hold back a hiss. The tight heat of the brunet's ass and the adrenaline of being so close to getting caught was making him hard again.
“I honestly don't want to do that. People say he's worse than his mentor. And the gravity manipulator is always around him. They move like fucking shadows, I swear.”
“Oh? So you think they're listening to us right now?”
The redhead almost groaned when Dazai got revenge on him by starting to rock his hips again. Even if the situation was a bit more dangerous now, their game hadn't finished yet.
“Maybe. We should go back now and accept their offer. The sooner, the better.”
“Right. You first.”
As they were left alone in the bathroom again, Dazai wondered how Mori was going to take advantage of the situation. Those thoughts were kicked out of his mind as Chuuya started to move inside him, fully hard once more.
The reunion ended shortly after that and, when they heard the meeting room's door being locked from the outside, the two men didn't think about stopping.
Dazai ended up crying Chuuya's name out loud that afternoon.
Thankfully, no one was close enough to hear him.