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Dazai knew his day was going too well.
He’d woken up early for once, even gotten to the agency on time. And, in a rare feat of motivation, Dazai had gotten half of his paperwork done. Half.
The only thing left for him to do that day was his weekly shopping. Dazai had a bad habit of waiting until the last minute to stock his fridge (currently empty) and refill his gauze supply (also empty).
And so, after bidding his fellow members farewell-which only gartered confused and slightly worried stares- he left the agency, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets as he weaved through the streets.
Dazai slipped into an aisle the moment he entered the store. Despite his records now showing that he was a free man, he tended to subconsciously blend into crowds more often, even if his appearance was hardly out of the ordinary. He was in the middle of picking through the store's choices of name-brand tuna when something caught his eye. He pivoted slightly as a flash of red illuminated the corner of his vision.
Chuuya had halted his movements when stepped into Dazai’s isle, and he could practically hear the redhead's annoyed sigh despite being a handful of feet away from him.
Dazai huffed. He hadn’t even done anything yet.
It was quite unfortunate he would admit, the location of his favorite grocery store. It wasn’t out of the way by any means- but during his days with the mafia, he had often frequented the establishment due to the simple fact that he got less… looks from the staff and customers. He had gotten far too many curious stares about his bandages and, on the off chance he had run out and was on his way to purchase more- his scars.
Maybe one would argue Dazai found the store comforting, perhaps teetering on the edge of nostalgic. But he didn’t feel like investigating that thought any longer than a minute.
Unfortunately for him, it was also near a certain executive's apartment. Dazai had gotten pretty good at nailing down his ex-partners schedule (It was necessary in order to avoid him) but today it seemed to have slipped his mind.
Odd.
Chuuya brushed against Dazai’s shoulder as he passed him, seeming very determined to ignore him. He was headed towards the back, near the freezers where they kept the canned goods that needed to be stored cold. Dazai couldn’t help but watch him pass, eyes drifting down against his permission. Seriously, did the man paint on his pants every morning? He was still ridged even as Chuuya leaned over one of the open-roofed freezers, averting his gaze as the redhead bent over. He cursed himself under his breath for the simple fact that he couldn’t find himself to walk away.
Dazai told himself he was merely trying to annoy the smaller man as he stubbornly followed him around. Not obviously of course, but enough to where Chuuya could tell Dazai was definitely not interested in whole grain, gluten free cereal- and much more interested in him.
Chuuya said nothing though. No matter how long Dazai kept up the act. Which, with his own shopping taken care of already, meant he had plenty of time to continue parading around the other man, who stubbornly even refused to give Dazai even a chuff of annoyance.
Eventually though, after practically hovering over the executive during his self checkout, Dazai got a sentence for his time.
“Can you fuck off.” The man in front of him snapped. His footsteps didn’t falter, but the hunch in his shoulders told Dazai he was getting annoyed.
Dazai smiled, despite the fact that Chuuya couldn’t see him. ”In case you were unaware, Chibi, my apartment is in this direction.”
Chuuya scoffed, but said nothing. He continued down the street. Past a bakery and a flower shop, through a back alley and up a hill, and yet, Dazai didn’t stop following. Not for any reason of course.
He wasn’t lying. His apartment was actually in this direction.
Eventually, Dazai did branch off as they passed his apartment complex. Chuuya barely glanced at it, continuing his unhurried pace as Dazai strolled out of view. When the brunette approached his door and reached into his pocket, he stiffened.
Dazai cursed softly under his breath.
Chuuya tensed when someone tapped him on the shoulder, eyes going flat as he turned around.
“What do you want, bandages.”
Dazai grinned down at him. “I forgot my keys at the agency! Unfortunately they’ve already locked up for the night and I was wondering-“
“Sleep on the damn sidewalk.”
Dazai pouted as Chuuya turned around, easily catching up to the shorter man as he tried to walk away.
“C'mon Chuuya!” Dazai whined, ”One night is all I ask! You won’t even notice I’m there.”
Chuuya snorted, ”Despite the fact that you’ve sided with an enemy, you’re the last person I want seeing my apartment! Let alone its location.”
Dazai refrained from scoffing. Did Chuuya really think so little of him? Of course he knew where the man lived.
“Why?” Dazai instead asked cheekily, “Afraid I’ll make fun of your decorating?”
Chuuya snarled, body twisting around in a blur of motion. Dazai barely managed to avoid it, the air above his head shrieking from the force of the kick. Chuuya held himself rigidly, legs bent in a fighting stance. His hand was tightened around his bag of groceries, eyes narrowed and lip curled.
“I hate you.” He seethed.
“You don’t!” Dazai smiled. He patted down the hair on his head in an effort to correct it from the wind.
Chuuya was quiet now. Though his eyes were still glaring daggers into Dazai’s own. Any normal civilian may have fled from the stare alone, if they hadn’t already been beheaded by the kick. Dazai merely blinked back, smiling wide. It didn’t hold any malice though, or snark. Tight lipped but non-threatening.
Chuuya continued to glare at him, still understandably pissed, though Dazai wasn’t surprised. They hadn’t softened by any means, but the storm that was brewing behind his eyes was mellowed. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, despite the echo of thunder.
It was clear to Dazai what his answer was at least, though probably not to anyone else.
“Fine.” Chuuya spat out eventually. He whipped around, pacing off without losing speed. Dazai began to follow him when his eyes snagged on something laying on the sidewalk. He leaned down, picking up a small packaged parfait cup laying on the ground where Chuuya had once stood. It must have fallen out of the bag when Chuuya tried to kick him.
He snorted. Dork.
“Chuuuya ! You dropped something!”
“Shut up! I don’t care!”
Yeah, today was going great.
——
The door clicked open with an audible jeer as Chuuya shoved his way into his apartment, muttering something about oiling the hinges. Dazai followed quietly behind him, kicking the door shut with his foot and watching the smaller man go through the motions of coming home. His keys were tossed into a small bowl in the walkway, shoes shrugged off with a kick. His hat was placed on a coat rack. It all felt oddly domestic, something Dazai shouldn’t be seeing. Dazai had seen Chuuya bloodied and bruised, drunk and in pain. But rarely did he ever see this side of him.
Relaxed. Chuuya shrugged off his red jacket, face flat and smoothed as he seemed to work on autopilot.
Comfortable. He turned back towards Dazai, eyeing him up and down with a distanined and yet very clearly more tranquil gaze
Did he…really deserve to be here?
He blinked when Chuuya snapped his fingers, pointing at him with an accusatory finger. “If you destroy anything in my apartment, shithead, I’ll make sure to rip your limbs off one by one.”
Dazai nodded stiffly, now fully recovered from well.. whatever that was…and completely ignored him.
Instead, he poked one of the small cat statues on the walkway table, making it wobble precariously next to the edge. Chuuya stomped over, snatching the ceramic animal from under Dazai’s hand and placed it further back against the wall. His glare was icy enough to freeze an entire city block. Dazai just smirked back, hands raised in a mock act of surrender.
Chuuya glared at him only a moment longer before sighing, motioning with his hand for Dazai’s groceries.
“I’ll put them in the fridge,” he explained when Dazai raised a brow, ”That way they don’t get all gross.”
“Aww, Chuuya is so thoughtful!”
Chuuya flipped him off on his way to the kitchen. “I’m only doing this so you don't whine at me tomorrow morning, bonehead.”
Dazai snorted, shrugging off his trenchcoat and hanging it next to Chuuya’s jacket. Might as well make himself at home. He strolled into the living room after, the carpet was soft under his socks. He noticed more cat statues sitting on shelves above the couch, turning towards the redhead as he walked back in. Chuuya flicked on a lamp as he passed the TV stand, frowning at Dazai’s mischievous gaze.
“I thought you liked dogs.” Dazai teased as he sat himself down on the couch.
He could have sworn Chuuya was blushing, but it could always be a trick of the lamp-light.
“Kouyou gives me one every birthday,” Chuuya defended gruffly, “s’not like I can refuse the woman!”
Dazai gave a small hum, noting quietly that there were definitely more cat statues than birthdays littered around the room.
Chuuya ignored him further, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his phone. He frowned at it, lost in thought. The movement of his head made the buckle on his choker flash with reflective light. Dazai glanced down, suddenly enraptured with the way Chuuya’s throat bobbed underneath the leather.
“Do you ever take that thing off?” he found himself saying, motioning with his head when Chuuya looked up.
Chuuya’s hand flew up to grip the choker almost protectively. At that, Dazai held up his hands, “Just curious.” He stated.
“‘Course I do.” Chuuya grumbled after a moment, hands falling back at his sides as he tucked his phone back in his pocket. Dazai smiled.
“Can I wear it then?” he begged, “Just this once.”
Chuuya frowned, eyes swimming with questions, and…something else. But it was gone before Dazai could examine him further.
“Why should I?” Chuuya asked. His vision was narrowed again.
“Curious.” Dazai repeated, leaning forward in his seat ever so slightly, “I mean- it has to be comfortable, if the Chibi wears it 24/7!”
“I already told you -” Chuuya broke off with a sigh, rubbing at his temples. “Fine. Just this once.” His eyes were still cautious as he reached around the back of his neck to unclip the leather. The buckle of the choker jingled softly as it fell into one of his hands.
Dazai adjusted his gaze up as Chuuya walked over. Something hovered in the air between them as Chuuya looked down at him, eyes hooded and lax. His hair tickled Dazai’s nose when he bent down, lips parting slightly in concentration as he clipped it around his neck. Dazai’s chest was suddenly tight, not realizing he was holding his breath until Chuuya leaned back, blinking slowly as he seemed to take in his work.
Dazai brought his hand up gingerly to the choker, a small part of him bubbling with a soft emotion he couldn’t describe. Chuuya had made sure to avoid the clip that held his bandages in place.
“You look good in it.” Chuuya murmured eventually, seemingly unable to bring his eyes up to meet Dazai’s own. They seemed glued to his neck, gaze sparking with something that made Dazai’s chest warm.
And there was something about the sudden tightness around his neck, the knowledge that it was Chuuya’s.That the man had placed it around his neck as a mark for his own eyes.
Dazai was his.
It made his cock ache in his pants, swallowing thickly as Chuuya hovered centimeters away from him, trailing his gloved hand down Dazai’s throat, eyes full of an emotion that made his heart race.
“It suits you so well…” Chuuya was murmuring absentmindedly. “Maybe I should make you wear it more often.” Dazai’s stomach twisted in satisfaction, a spot in his mind preening at the compliment.
But there was something else in the redhead's eyes other than satisfaction. Something dark. Predatory.
Oh.
Dazai swallowed down a sudden burst of anticipation. Fuck. “Maybe you should.” He rasped, throat suddenly dry.
The shorter man leaned back abruptly, dropping onto the couch beside Dazai, legs spread and arms wide. his left arm barely reached Dazai’s shoulder from where they were extended along the back of the couch. Dazai tipped his head to look back at him. The movement made the leather around his neck shift comfortably, tight but not unbearable. He watched as blue eyes painstakingly scanned over Dazai’s throat before finally resting on his face.
“...Maybe I should. ” Chuuya repeated with an air of derision, leaning forward and above Dazai’s twisted body. Dazai swallowed. Chuuyas right hand shot out, gripping the couch behind Dazai’s left cheek. He placed one of his thighs by the side of Dazai’s lap, hovering just above him. The brunette's hands clenched at his sides, throat dry as he stared up at Chuuya’s face. Chuuya’s jaw twitched, their mouths a hair's-breadth away. Dazai had the sudden urge to snatched at Chuuyas hips, tug the man down onto his lap and kiss him until they both couldn't breathe. It startled him, the sudden eruption of arousal pooling in his lower groin. When was the last time he had felt like this? Felt so much want he felt like he might die.
He let out an embarrassing noise in the back of his throat when Chuuya leaned back, averting his gaze while the redhead grinned.
Chuuya dropped his gaze to his own hand as he removed one of his gloves. His fingers tugged under the leather slowly, tossing the item on the table in front of him as he stood, twisting and leaning over Dazai’s spot. A twinge of annoyance spurred in Dazai’s gut as he refused to sit down on his lap again.
Chuuya trailed his now gloveless hand up Dazai’s shoulder, smoothing over the fabric of his dress shirt. He moved his middle and pointer fingers over the small patch of bandages that peaked above Dazai’s collar, slipping his fingers under his own choker with ease.
Dazai fought to keep his eyes straight ahead, watching a hooded gaze as they followed the fingers on his throat, which now somehow felt exposed despite having more coverage than before. Chuuya’s face stayed almost infuriatingly neutral as he rubbed his thumb over the apple of Dazai’s throat, feeling it bob underneath his touch when Dazai swallowed thickly. And dammit, Dazai knew Chuuya could feel his pulse, feel the way it was racing under his skin.
Dazai didn’t lose his cool very often. He could count on his fingers the amount of times he had. But there was something about the look in Chuuya’s eyes, and the feeling in his groin. The way the room was getting hotter, their breaths becoming quick and shallow.
Dazai remembered back then, when he was younger. The things they used to do. The way they used eachother.
He bared his neck ever so slightly, jaw tilting in a way that made the bangs on his forehead fall over his face. He watched the way Chuuya’s mouth parted ever so slightly, the way his pupils dilated under hooded lids. A small smirk tricked his mouth up. Good.
Look at me. Dazai told him. Look at me and fuck me like I’m yours.
“What?” Dazai murmured lowly at Chuuya’s stare. “Don’t tell me this is doing something for you.” It was an obvious bait, a clear green light to Chuuya that he wanted this.
“S’doin something, Dazai.” Chuuya admitted as he let out a sneering laugh, tongue flicking over his lips. He spread Dazai’s thighs, dropping himself onto the man’s lap heavily, hands already tugging and tightening around the brunette's shoulders to pull him closer.
Finally. Dazai thought. Out-loud he simply hummed, hands gripping Chuuya’s hips as he tilted his head onto the redhead’s shoulder.
“And what might that be?” Dazai mused, covering the way he inhaled sharply as Chuuya scratched down his arms and up his collarbone, red hair tickling his cheek.
Chuuya pressed himself against Dazai’s neck, lips ghosting over the patch of skin barely visible below his jaw.
“‘Makes me wanna’ take you right here.” He growled against his neck, “Fuck you over this damn couch until you’re crying.”
Dazai didn’t let his shock breach his face, but he could feel his heart pound in his chest. And shit, he knew Chuuya could feel it too, with how close he was to his pulse. He could probably feel the way Dazai was throbbing under his lap too, but he had always been such a brat. He doubted the other man would acknowledge it.
“Chuuya might be out of practice.” Dazai said instead, legs trembling at the way Chuuya nipped at his collarbone in response. “I doubt he could even make me come.”
Chuuya laughed at that, the throaty cackle reverberating in Dazai’s ears. He shivered.
“Oh yeah?” Chuuya asked, voice deep and raspy.
The redhead leaned back, tugging off his shirt in one quick motion. It made a heavy thump sound as it landed on the ground next to them, but clearly neither of them cared. Dazai allowed himself to be manhandled sideways, spread out across the couch with his head nestled on the arm rest. Chuuya caught Dazai’s wrists with his hands, pressing them down against the sides of his head as he leaned in close.
Dazai was anything but unwilling to close the gap.
It wasn’t a pretty kiss by any means. Hell, Dazai couldn’t even remember the last time he had kissed someone, let alone Chuuya. It was messy and hungry. Dazai’s pants were tightening around his hips, his hands writhing in Chuuya’s grip. Chuuya tugged harshly on Dazai’s lower lip, teeth knawing and nipping so hard Dazai felt like he might break skin. But it was perfect.
Chuuya was murmuring something against Dazai’s mouth when he tuned back in, when his blood was no longer rushing to his ears, and when the warmth in his face started pooling in his lower stomach.
“…Take them off.” He was saying. Dazai made a questioning noise, and Chuuya let out a sigh, trailing his lips down Dazai’s jaw and sinking his teeth into the man’s skin.
“Your pants, idiot.” Chuuya grumbled, thumbs pressing down on Dazai’s palms from where they were splayed out next to the brunettes head. “Off.”
“Can't really do that with my hands restricted, Chibi.”
Chuuya huffed, suddenly clambering off Dazai completely. He let out a high, needy noise, following Chuuya's body with his own until he was fully sat up and panting. He looked pathetic.
Chuuya smirked, standing and stretching as he walked away. Dazai opened his mouth to question where he was going when Chuuya answered for him.
“I’m getting lube.” Chuuya called over his shoulder. “Get your pants off.”
Dazai hurried to do so, fully aware of how submissive he was being. It made his stomach curl with distaste. But this was Chuuya. Dazai would be a bold faced liar if he didn’t admit that Chuuya was never on the bottom.
But he couldn’t dwell on the thought for very long before Chuuya walked back in the room, humming in satisfaction when he saw Dazai had obeyed him. Dazai let Chuuya slide back on top of him, gripping his thighs and spreading Dazai open in a way that made him embarrassingly turned on. The lube was already warm as Chuuya worked him open on his fingers deftly, and he hummed a little when Dazai let out a small little sigh, relaxing around his hand. It wasn’t long before Chuuya was hovering over him again, squeezing two fingers into Dazai’s hole as he inhaled Dazai’s moans through his lips.
“Shirt...” Chuuya mumbled against Dazai’s lips. Dazai only nodded, fumbling for only a moment as he untangled himself from his vest coat and undershirt. His bandages only extended down to his lower neck, his chest exposed along with his lower half.
It felt a little unfair to have Chuuya almost completely covered above him, watching with a hooded gaze as he fucked Dazai on his hand.
Dazai moaned again as Chuuya slid his ring finger in with his other two digits, unintentionally baring his neck. He gasped when Chuuya reached behind his neck and roughly tore away the clip holding his bandages, ripping them apart under his hand.
The skin around his neck was scarred and coarse, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t sensitive. Dazai whimpered when Chuuya kissed and sucked against his neck, hands blindly groping the smaller man’s backside.
In the next second, Chuuya was pulling out his fingers, hands unbuckling his belt and tossing off his pants and underwear. He pulled out a condom from god knows where and quickly slid it on his hardened cock. Chuuya bit his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked down at Dazai, who simply lifted his hips with a barely concealed plea.
Chuuya tried to slide in slowly, give them both time to adjust, but Dazai wasn’t allowing it. He was horny dammit.
“You little- hah.” Chuuya groaned as Dazai wrapped his legs around his back, forcing him deeper. An annoyed grin sparked across his lips. “you wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”
Dazai breathed out a laugh, inhaling heavily as Chuuya tugged sharply at his scalp, tilting his head in order to bare his neck further.
Chuuya let out an appreciative groan at that, biting and soothing his tongue down Dazai’s neck and collarbone. He started slow, much to Dazai’s chagrin.
“Faster.” He mumbled into Chuuya’s hair.
Chuuya snorted, still keeping his pace infuriatingly slow. “Yeah?” He asked, ”Want me to go faster?”
Dazai nodded quickly, hips grinding up against Chuuyas in an effort to get more friction.
“Beg for it.” Chuuya growled. He kept his hand tangled in Dazais hair, the other gripping Dazai’s left wrist. Dazai whined out a low, loud sound. But he stayed quiet.
Chuuya didn’t like that. He roughly pulled himself out of Dazai, making the other man moan in displeasure. With another snap of his hips, he was slamming himself back in, the head of his cock tickling Dazai’s prostate.
The sudden pleasure was blinding, and Dazai choked when Chuuya ripped his head to the side, eyes blazing.
“Beg.”
Dazai practically tripped over his words, his cock was jumping over his stomach, the head red and aching. “Please- Chuuya,” He whined, “Fuck me, please.”
Chuuya laughed as he started a rough and fast pace. Dazai let out a surprised yelp that melted into a moan, free hand tugging and grappling Chuuya’s shoulder blades, feeling the way they stretched and tightened.
“Yeah?” Chuuya snarled deep in Dazai’s ear, his thrusts became harsher, deeper. Dazai let out a low groan, barely audible over the slam of their hips. Chuuya was rocking the couch against the wall so hard Dazai would be surprised if there wasn’t a dent the next morning. He’d let go of Dazai’s wrist, the hand weaving under the brunettes back in order to force an arch.
“You wanted this didn’t you?” Chuuya was hissing, ”Needed my cock so badly you followed me home like a dog.”
Dazai let out a whimper at that. The heat of Chuuya’s breath was ghosting across the sensitive skin of his neck, making it prickle with goosebumps. He gasped in pleasure as Chuuya nipped under his jaw, canines biting until he bled.
“Aw, baby.” Chuuya cooed. His breath was hot in Dazai’s ear, the mixed stimulation from his cock and the burning gooseflesh that bloomed down his neck made him choke on a gasp. Saliva coated his tongue, slipping past his lips and down his jaw as Chuuya broke him over his cock, hands clawing and scratching down his shoulders.
“You gonna’ cum for me?” Chuuya asked. His voice was so infuriatingly teasing, but Dazai could only nod dumbly, his palms sweaty as he splayed them across Chuuyas backside. All words seemed to have left his mind, body only able to keen and arch, throat only able to moan and sob.
He bucked in surprise when Chuuya tore his hand around his choker and tugged, his vision splotched in dark, black spots. The pressure was sudden and mind-numbing, heavy streaks of panic curling with the arousal in his lower stomach.
“Answer me, Osamu.” Chuuya growled, the redhead lapped his tongue down Dazai’s jaw, licking up the small droplet of blood that was trickling down his neck. He slammed back into him hard , the head of his cock hitting Dazai’s prostate with blinding precision. Dazai choked again, body spasming from under Chuuya.
“Yes.” He all but sobbed. He felt Chuuyas' shaky grip on the side of his face, wrenching his head to the side so he would look at him. Dazai could barely see through the pleasure, but he forced his eyes wider, taking in the way Chuuya’s hair was tangled and falling out of his bun, fanned around his cheeks and shoulders. The way his lips were pink and kiss swollen, covered in both of their mixed saliva. Every slam of his hips had the curls bouncing, brushing the tips of Dazai’s nose and forehead. Dazai moved one of his hands up to Chuuya’s nape, fingers curling around the free hairs and tugging them back. A growl flew from Chuuya’s lips, prompting a broken and spewing laugh to fall from Dazai’s own. Chuuya yanked his head out of Dazai’s grip, head ducking down and into Dazai’s jaw as a hot tongue licked his collarbone with a low snarl.
“Chuuya …“ Dazai’s voice was cracked and falling on him as the other man nipped down his chest, teeth and tongue playing with one of his nipples. The sensation of his mouth sent Dazai’s entire body shuddering with nerves. His voice broke off in a shivering mumble.
“Use your words, Osamu.” Chuuya breathed against his chest, lifting himself back up to brush some of the hair away from Dazai’s forehead. The difference between his words and his movements was staggering, and it had Dazai leaning over the edge, his short nails tearing across Chuuyas back as his vision darkened.
It felt like he was draped over a hot wire, pressure building in his lower groin as Chuuya let out a groan spilling with curses. He was panting and gasping against Dazai’s lips. Spit was dribbling between them, mouths barely able to do anything but moan when Chuuya crashed their lips together again. Dazai could taste the faint, tangy touch of iron and blood on Chuuyas tongue, and some twisted form of him curled in satisfaction, cock jumping on his stomach. Chuuya was gripping the backs of Dazai’s thighs with trembling hands, lifting his hips off the couch and breaking the kiss for a moment as he took a gasping breath.
The executive pulled his cock out almost all the way, then slammed his hips back hard. The new angle made Dazai’s head spin. He heard himself cry out, rolled-back eyes burning behind shut eyelids as Chuuya slammed against his prostate over and over.
“Chuuya-!”
He could feel tears spilling down his cheeks. The soft, dry rumble of Chuuyas' laugh made his stomach curl.
“T-told ya.”
Dazai could barely think of a reply, not with the way Chuuya was fucking him. All he could rip from his throat were senseless cries, hands tangling themselves in ginger locks and pulling desperately in an effort to ground himself.
Chuuya moaned at that, one of his hands dropping Dazai’s thigh and wrapping around his dick. Dazai arched like a bow when Chuuya started pumping him, drool falling past his lips and down his jaw.
“Mhg..Oh -oh..f..fuck -“
His mind went pleasantly blank as pleasure clouded his mind. He felt so full. His cock was hard and leaking in Chuuyas grip, heavy spurts of pre-cum mixing with the sweat drenching his stomach.
Chuuya dropped his other thigh back onto the couch, and Dazai took that as his cue to wrap his legs back around Chuuyas hips, keeping their angle but also allowing the other man free reign of his body.
He barely registered Chuuya bringing his free hand up to his throat, fingers weaving around the back of his choker and tightening it even further. Dazais gaze was blank and faraway, his ears full of panting and moaning and the obscenely dirty sound of skin slapping skin. The only thing he was aware of was a pair of ocean blue eyes, and the voice next to his ear. Chuuya was murmuring unintelligible praise, hand jerking him in time with his thrusts. Dazai could feel the pressure again, even tighter, even hotter.
“Chuuya- ‘m gonna-“
Chuuya moaned as Dazai keened in his grip, the small, whiny sound that floated through his ears being the thing that sent him over the edge.
Dazai scrambled to hold onto something as his orgasm crested. White hot pleasure crashed through his body as Chuuya continued to slam into him, letting Dazai bury his nose into the crook of his throat. All Dazai could do was let out a strangled cry against his neck, shaking and spilling over his belly and Chuuya’s hand.
It wasn’t long before Dazai heard Chuuya groan out a curse, feeling him twitch inside him as he spilled into the condom. His panting, ragged breaths ghosted the shell of Dazai’s ear, mixing with the dull ringing still echoing in his mind.
It was a while until Dazai came too. Registering the low drone of the refrigerator's ice machine, and the small sounding footsteps that echoed through the apartment as Chuuya shuffled around. He winced at the feeling between his legs, heaving himself into a sitting position as Chuuya entered the room, handing him a cup of water and sitting down silently. He was wearing pants now, hair pulled back in its normal bun.
“You alright?” Chuuya asked gently, once Dazai finished his drink. “I didn’t go too hard?”
“Yeah.” Dazai winced again as he shuffled, voice raw. ”I’ll be sore as hell tomorrow though, thanks.”
Chuuya scoffed. “You knew this would happen when you asked to wear my choker, asshole.”
Dazai did.
He realized he was still wearing it, the pressure was almost comforting, so much so that he had forgotten it was there. His fingers fumbled with the leather uselessly until Chuuya gave him his pity, his hands unclipping the collar with practiced ease.
He was leaning forward enough that Dazai could smell the fresh mouthwash on his breath. His eyes flicked up from his mouth, momentarily lost in a sea of blue. Something in Dazais chest ached to seal the distance between their lips, to tug his ex-partner forward until all they could think about was the taste of each-other.
Chuuya locked his gaze with Dazai’s from their proximity, hands still wrapped around Dazai’s neck. Something tumbled around in his eyes, a silent debate. His teeth chewed on his lower lip.
They both leaned back.
Chuuya tossed his choker on the side table next to the couch, standing up again. “I’ll get you something for that.” He murmured. It took Dazai a second to catch up to what he meant, but after a moment he nodded.
Once Chuuya was gone he stretched across the couch, mirroring the lounging cat statues across from him. He snatched a blanket from the back of the couch, tugging it over his lower half in an effort to be a bit more modest.
His eyes drooped with exhaustion, mouth opening in a yawn as he tucked his arm under his head. A little nap wouldn’t hurt he supposed. Chuuya would wake him up to take the medicine.
——
When Chuuya got back he merely snorted, mouth twisting into a grin against his wishes as he looked at what stared back at him.
Dazai was tucked into a corner of the couch, body curled up tight, his brow relaxed and mouth slightly agape. So much for taking his medicine. He instead put the tabs of ibuprofen on the living room table.
Chuuya sighed as he gently tugged the rest of the blanket around the other man’s body, careful not to make any noise. He bent down after, beginning to pick up their clothes from the bizarre locations around the room. Seriously, how did Dazai’s sock end up behind the couch? Whatever, he had to do laundry tonight anyways.
Something fell out of the back pocket of Dazai’s trousers when Chuuya picked them up, and he curiously bent down to see what had landed on his carpet. His previous good mood vanished in the blink of an eye.
Oh. He was going to murder him.
Because it was a pair of keys.
Fucking apartment keys.