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Dazai was laying down on the sofa when he heard the front door open.
Finally, Chuuya was home. He had called before to tell him he wasn’t going to be able to come before dinner, so Dazai had to eat alone. Somehow, the food wasn’t as tasty as it was when the redhead ate beside him.
“Chuuyaaaaa!” He screamed as a way to greet his partner, getting up so he would be able to look at him as he entered the living room. Chuuya looked exhausted, to say the least. “Rough day?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Want me to help you relax?” Dazai asked, quirking up an eyebrow at the same time a smug smile formed on his lips.
Chuuya didn’t even stop to look at him. “Nope. I need a shower right now.”
Oh, but the brunet wasn’t convinced so easily. He could see the tension on those shoulders and he had the sudden urge to get rid of it.
So Dazai stood up and, without second thought, he followed the redhead to the bathroom. Chuuya could easily stop him if he wasn’t in the mood, so he took his silence as a quiet agreement.
Dazai closed the bathroom door behind him. There was no one who could see them, but he liked the way in which the room filled with steam if the door wasn’t open. It looked as if they had their own sauna at home.
“Since you’re so persistent today…” The taller male just realized Chuuya had turned around, his bloody shirt half undone, and he was looking at him directly. “You should start taking off your clothes, don’t you think?”
Dazai was a little bit surprised, if he was honest with himself.
“Aren’t you going to make me beg today?” he asked, a bit confused by the change of attitude his boyfriend had.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make you beg for my cock later. For now, I have a special request.” As he saw the confusion clearly written on Dazai’s face, he kept talking. “Strip. I want to enjoy the show.”
Dazai felt the heat crawling up to his cheeks as he blushed against his will. He seriously wished he could control how his body reacted to Chuuya’s words the same way he could control his own heartbeat.
Especially when the redhead looked so proud of the reaction he got.
The brunet, although a bit ashamed, started to unzip the comfy sweater he wore when he was at home. It was bigger than his actual size and he loved that. He took it off slowly, without breaking eye contact.
At times like these, Dazai was glad he got used to taking off his bandages at home. Having to take them off now would be inconvenient, to say the least.
Chuuya soon had a breathtaking view of Dazai’s bare chest. Some old scars were visible, but the redhead always said he didn’t mind them and the brunet actually liked showing them to his partner. It was a sign of trust.
“Keep going, Osamu.”
That voice brought him back to reality. His worn out trousers came off easily as they also were a size bigger. Dazai kicked them away, not missing the way Chuuya’s pupils clearly dilated when he looked at his thighs.
Next were his socks. He smiled as a brilliant idea popped up in this mind.
Dazai had always been flexible, so lifting up his leg and resting his foot on the sink was fairly easy for him. At the same time he removed his socks with one hand, the other one caressed his own thighs, smiling when he saw Chuuya almost drooling at the sight.
So, when he finally took off his underwear and tossed it to the side, the brunet was not surprised by the redhead suddenly getting naked in a hurry. However, he didn't expect to be ignored when Chuuya walked straight to the shower to turn it on.
“I thought you were enjoying the view…” Dazai whispered, his words almost drowned by the sound of running water. “Aren't you going to fuck me now?”
“My, my, someone is needy today,” he answered, lips curving in a playful smile. “If you behave, I'll make sure you wake up sore tomorrow. Does that sound good?”
Dazai wasted no time and nodded right away. At this point, he started to doubt that he was doing this only to help Chuuya relax.
Work had been exhausting lately for him, too. He had not been able to spend as much time as he wanted with Chuuya, so maybe he also had to relieve some tension.
Or, better said, Dazai wanted to feel his mind go blank for a while. He needed to stop thinking. And the redhead knew exactly how to do that.
“I'll be good. I'll be good, Chuuya. Just…”
“I know, I know, but we ain't rushing this today.” Once the water was warm enough, Chuuya moved his head so as to tell his partner to get in. “Come on. Face the wall.”
Dazai could feel arousal already building up in his guts. He quickly obeyed those words and laid his hands on the wall to support himself. Unconsciously, Dazai had arched his back a bit to give Chuuya a better view of his ass.
“Beautiful.” Chuuya's voice was lower than usual, sending shivers all across his body.
Dazai heard the shower's curtains closing and, almost immediately, his boyfriend's hands were on him. First on his back, then on his stomach and last on his chest.
He was sure Chuuya was close enough to feel how his legs were shaking already. Dazai loved those kisses and soft bites on his neck, but he needed more.
But he couldn't ask for more than he was given. After all, Dazai had promised to be good and, as much as he enjoyed being a brat, it was in his best interest to go at Chuuya's pace.
The brunet couldn't hold back a whimper when one of Chuuya's hands started to play with his nipples. Both knew very well how sensitive he was there. Dazai, absent-mindedly, pressed his body against Chuuya's. He could feel the toned muscles of his partner's torso embracing him from behind.
“Already getting hard, I see…” Chuuya whispered near his neck, giving him goosebumps.
“I… I can't help it,” he answered, letting out a hitched breath. “Chuuya, please…”
“... Alright, alright.”
When Dazai no longer felt the warmth of Chuuya's body upon his skin, he nearly complained. But then those hands spread out his ass and, in no time, he felt something warm and wet tracing circles around his hole.
A tongue. Chuuya's tongue.
Dazai wasn't able to hold back a soft moan. He tried to get some balance by (helplessly) attempting to grip the wall like he would do with the sheets.
Fortunately, he knew Chuuya wouldn't let him fall down. With the strength he was using to keep his hole accessible, Dazai was sure the redhead would leave marks on his pale skin.
“Chuuya… Ch-” He was interrupted by his own voice breaking when one of Chuuya's fingers teased his rim from the outside. “Come on, please.”
“Don’t you want to get your ass properly eaten?” Chuuya asked, and Dazai could feel hot breath against his sensitive skin.
It was a pity the redhead missed how Dazai’s pupils dilated, claiming most of the honey-brown of his irises. But he probably heard the brunet’s hitched breath. And he definitely felt the way his legs turned momentarily into jelly.
“Ruin me, Chuuya.”
Chuuya didn’t make his partner wait for much longer. Soon, Dazai was squirming between Chuuya’s face and the bathroom wall. The way that warm tongue was exploring him, tasting him, teasing him, made Dazai whimper in frustration. He wanted more .
And he wanted it now.
But he promised to be good. And, if he was being honest, he really liked the idea of going to work sore the next day.
“Chuuya…” He sighed his lover’s name when he felt one of his hands reaching his dick and giving it a lazy stroke. He was fully hard by then.
(He wondered if Chuuya was, too.)
The redhead hummed against his hole, making Dazai moan louder. In the midst of his haze, he wondered how the neighbours hadn’t complained about the noise yet. Because they usually fucked in the early morning. Some days Chuuya had to get up to work at that hour, and other days he arrived home just before sunrise.
However, Dazai’s mind was already blank, so he didn’t think about any of that. He was too busy trying to wordlessly tell Chuuya that his tongue wasn't enough.
“I know you've been busy while I was working,” he murmured, his tongue still teasing Dazai in between sentences. “You're already stretched… And you obviously were aware of the fact that I'd notice this.”
“I've missed you… A lot…” he admitted, gasping for air just after he finished talking.
“Have you missed me… or my dick?”
God, Dazai sensed he could come undone if Chuuya kept talking dirty.
“Both.”
Dazai was able to feel how Chuuya's lips curved into an amused smirk. The brunet whimpered again when one finger pressed into his hole and he was glad he had been impatient that afternoon. Perhaps Chuuya would skip most of the prepping, as he was almost ready.
Another finger pushed inward, making Dazai moan, satisfied with the attention he was getting. Chuuya's free hand stroked his length at the same time those two fingers stretched him slowly.
“I love you.” Chuuya said in a low voice, teasing the brunet's rim with a third finger.
“Me or my ass?” Dazai asked, not holding back the moan that accompanied his words.
“Both.”
When three fingers were getting in and out of Dazai easily, he started to move by himself, trying to make them go deeper . Chuuya complied those unspoken words, reaching his partner's prostate easily.
Dazai's moans were getting louder with each thrust. The friction he was getting on his dick was also heavenly, making his vision go white when he reached his climax.
His mouth was open in a silent gasp for air, legs trembling as he spilled on Chuuya's hand.
When Dazai came back to reality, he noticed Chuuya was kissing his neck from behind, caressing his thighs and holding him firmly so he wouldn't fall down. The water was still running, filling the bathroom with steam and washing away the mess he made on his boyfriend's hand.
(When did they get away from the wall? Had he been that out of it?)
“You good?” Chuuya asked, still peppering kisses on his skin.
“Mhm. I also love your hands,” the brunet answered, his voice a little bit hoarse.
“... I'll take that as a yes.”
Chuuya smiled against Dazai's skin, kissing him one last time before he turned off the water. Just then, Dazai noticed that the redhead was hard, as they were still really close to each other.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” the taller man asked, missing the warmth of the water on his skin.
“I've got a better plan… After all, it was a pity that I couldn't see your face while I was opening you up.”
“Mm… I'm listening.”
Chuuya opened the shower's curtains, still holding his partner with one hand. They both got out of the shower quickly, although Dazai's steps were still a bit unsteady after the orgasm.
“Have we ever fucked in front of a mirror?” the redhead asked, not bothering to get towels for them.
“... I don't think so. But I like the idea.” Dazai smiled playfully, walking towards the sink and looking at the fogged up mirror.
Chuuya soon joined him, staying behind, hands already on his ass again.
“No lube this time?” he murmured, feeling Chuuya's cock leaning upon one of his butt cheeks. Patiently.
(Such a tease.)
“Oh, right…” Chuuya nodded, kissing his partner's shoulder. “I'll be back in a moment.”
The redhead didn't close the door after he left. Dazai knew he wanted the mirror cleared so they could see their reflection. But leaving the door open meant the warm air was escaping, and Dazai was already suffering the cold a bit.
Not that the feeling would last much longer.
Because, when Chuuya returned, the first thing he did was spank the brunet's ass. Dazai couldn't hold back a cry, sensing his skin go red as it started to itch.
But that kind of pain was pleasant for him. Chuuya knew that.
“Such a nice ass… May I have it?” he asked, somewhat innocently.
“Fuck me, Chuuya.”
Dazai didn't care if he had to beg more. He had already leaned down on the sink, making his ass accessible and looking at Chuuya's reflection as the steam cleared from the mirror.
Thankfully, he didn't have to say ‘pleaseʼ, as Chuuya soon started to coat his hole with lube. His head dropped down onto the sink, whimpering for more.
Chuuya, of course, had his own plans.
He pulled Dazai's head back hard, gripping a handful of his brown curls. Dazai moaned, both surprised and aroused at the gesture.
“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror while I fuck you from behind.” An order.
The brunet was getting harder by the second.
“Y-Yes.” Dazai answered, opening his legs a little bit more. “Chuuya, please, please, fuck me already.”
His usual self would cringe when he remembered how easily he pleaded. But, for now, Chuuya's dick was the only thing he could think about.
Especially when Chuuya was thrusting slowly, getting in Dazai carefully until he bottomed out. The taller man let out a satisfied sigh, arching his back a bit as his body got used to the intrusion.
Chuuya was bigger than average, after all.
“Gorgeous.” Chuuya said with a husky voice. “Perfect.”
Dazai turned his head around when he felt more kisses on his neck. Chuuya smiled and kissed him on the lips, unhurriedly, not letting any sounds escape from Dazai's mouth.
As much as the brunet loved kissing his partner, he was a bit impatient. Dazai parted a bit from the contact before moaning in frustration against Chuuya's lips.
“Chuuya.” He called him with a high-pitched voice. “Make me scream your name.”
“I will.”
The redhead had two promises to fulfill that night. And he did.
The neighbours complained the next day, and Dazai went to work pleasantly sore.