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Chuuya kept looking at himself in the mirror of his dresser. His hair is tied up on a bun, some of his hair purposely messy on his face, some locks here and there. But not enough to hide the makeup he did, nothing too much, a simple eyeliner and he reapplies his favorite cherry gloss.
He is wearing one of his best dressing shirts, with the two first bottoms open and the sleeves up to his elbows. He did make sure he was wearing tight leather pants to contrast with the larger shirt and his trademark choker.
It was weird dressing up this much, and not having his husband at the back complaining that he takes so long to get ready; when he's actually enamored by every detail Chuuya puts in; and he does it to tease him, because he will want to touch him like the possessive little shit he is.
He shook his head. No. He can't think like that. He looks at the golden ring in his finger. He bit his lip while taking it off, placing it safely on the velvet box, making sure he won't lose it. He opens the drawer and puts it there, sighing loudly.
There's a small tan mark on his finger, which makes sense, he's been wearing this ring for the past 8 years. It might be the first time he takes it out; and the first time he goes alone to a bar alone since he married.
He inhales before getting up and asking for his car ride.
••❀ ••
Dazai takes one last look in the vanity mirror, smoothing his hair and appraising his outfit. A dark suit tailored to fit him perfectly, a deep red tie and golden cuff links accentuating the look.
The last piece of the look, a heather gray peacoat, is slung across the back of the armchair next to the vanity. He smiles, thinking himself clever for having the foresight to book this hotel room. Chuuya had scoffed at the idea, but Dazai thinks it will come in handy, and keep the mood going.
He shakes his head. He needs to stop fantasizing about his husband. Tonight isn’t about him. He glances at his ring finger, watching the metal glint in the soft lighting, before slipping it off and placing it into the velvet box Chuuya had provided him. Who knew his husband was so sentimental. They had been married 8 years, and yet Chuuya still had the original ring boxes stored away.
He smiles once more before grabbing his coat and exiting the hotel room to go to the bar downstairs.
It was time for their game to begin.
••❀••
Chuuya thanks the driver, leaving and making sure that his dress shirt is lined up. He turns on his boot heels looking at the fancy bar. He wouldn't dare to take foot in any dirt bar around the city, especially knowing that they wouldn't please his sophisticated palate, and so does Osamu knows.
Walking through the doors, the security guard doesn't flinch before opening up the door to him. If it looks fancy from the outside, the insides are ridiculous fancier. There's an atmosphere from the dim lights, the red velvet floor completing itself with the dark wood walls. There's a lot of people, dressed as elegant as him, but he can notice a few glances in his direction - he assumes, after all, he stands up a bit.
Well, he does want to stand up tonight.
The redhead walks to the bar, sitting in the high chair, drumming his manicured nails - long enough to have only the tips black.
The bartender approaches him to ask for his order for the night, and looking at their wine selection he is pretty sure there's nothing he hasn’t tasted here. He asks for the top rated around, not caring much about names or year this time, just wanting to taste something good.
The woman nods, leaving him to himself. He looks around a bit more, some couples seem to be on a date, others just enjoying the hotel's luxurious place.
Some people seem to be here with the same objective as him. He notices from the side of his eye some people staring at him, but he pretends to be unaware, until his wine comes in, and he could draw his attention to tasting the wine and appreciating the flavor, while he waits for what the night has for him.
••❀••
Dazai enters the bar from the main lobby, taking in his surroundings.
He had poured over websites, reviews, and wine forums to find the perfect match. Not that he had
anyone in mind, of course. After the week he had, he wanted to enjoy the… finer things in life.
His eyes catch the shimmer of red hair, and a feral smile stretches across his face. He’s always had a thing for redheads, sue him.
He saunters forward, waving over the bartender.
“I’ll have whatever he’s having.” He states, ignoring the scowl on the other man’s face. Dazai smiles pleasantly at him, taking in his dark red fitted shirt and the slight blush across his cheeks.
Dazai gestures to the stool beside the stranger.
“Anyone sitting here?”
Chuuya analyzes the intruder, having to control his urges to bite his lips at the handsome man in front of him, with such an elegant and well fit suit, his tie matching the color of his shirt - and also his eyes, a reddish brown, accented by the bar's dim light.
"Well," he recomposed himself, looking at him playfully "it depends, will you pay for my drink?" he smiles, crossing his legs and resting his cheek on his hand while keeping eye contact with him.
A clear invitation.
Dazai’s smile widens as he slides onto the stool. He props his chin in his hand and meets the other man’s eyes. They’re a striking blue — definitely ones he can get lost in.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in town before. Are you visiting? I would be more than happy to give a… private tour.”
The bartender comes in with their glasses of wine, while Chuuya does the bare minimum of thanking her, the other man doesn't take his eyes away from him for a single second.
"Well..." he circles the edges of his glass, earning a small vibration from it. "Not exactly, no."
He takes the courage to look back at the man, he is still smirking, and hasn't even touched his glass of wine.
"But guess there's a lot in the city I don't know, even as I have been here for so long..." He takes a sip of the wine, hearing the brunet hum. "Like how I've never seen such a handsome man around." A smile blooms on his lips as a reaction from the sudden flush on the man's face. He takes more of his wine, waiting to get a bit less tense with the alcohol intoxication.
Dazai feels his blood singing. Even when they first met, he and his husband had never flirted like this. It’s intoxicating, and he wants more.
He shakes his head minutely, clearing his head to go back to the task at hand. Tonight wasn’t about his husband, it was about this stranger.
He swirls his wine slowly, rotating his wrist slowly, letting the bandages peek through beneath the sleeves. Everyone always asked about them; he didn’t want his new friend to miss out on that story.
“I can tell you things about this city that will have you clinging to me for comfort” he says, voice lowering at the end of the sentence.
He would have this man before the night was over. He was sure of it.
The redhead feels as if his body has a magnet attracting him directly to the other man's direction. He would say with all his might that it was to listen to him better, and not because of his beautiful lips, and how he wanted to taste them.
"Yeah?" It is truly heart stopping to have someone desiring you that much. Not able to take their eyes away from you, eyeing you down like you’re a God on earth; and Chuuya might truly be feeling that way right now. "I've been through a lot, y'know" he says after a long sip of his wine, "I would certainly like to see you try." he bats his eyelashes a bit more slowly than necessary
Dazai feels his heart stutter. He has never wanted anything more than he wants the man sitting next to him. His blood thrums, and he is almost shaking with how much adrenaline is coursing through his body.
He holds the other man’s stare, slowly licking his lips.
“I could show you a good time.”
The lights of the bar are getting fuzzier, and if the sound of the music or of the other people talking were ever on Chuuya's spawn attention, he doesn't hear it anymore. He can only hear two things:
His heartbeat, loud and ringing in his ears.
And this man's soothing voice.
He would gladly blame his now second empty glass of wine, and not how hypnotizing those lips are. How smooth his voice sounds and how much closer he gets at every minute.
Chuuya has thought he would be a hard to get, and here he is, leaning slightly to the so attractive cologne he was wearing, while twirling some loose strand of hair on his gloved finger
(He can't be blamed when this man happens to be his exact type, right?)
"Tell me then," he says with a lower voice, as if someone could hear them, as if it was a big secret that they were oh so close to being in each other's mouths, "where will you take me tonight, big guy?" he finished his sentence moving to the side slightly, putting more of his body, of his legs, to show off; closer to him.
He felt his face flush, both from the alcohol but by the intense glare from the brunette.
Dazai’s breath catches as the other man shows off more of his body. This man was going to be the death of him.
Long legs in tailored pants, fabric stretched tight across his thighs. Dazai wanted to run his hands up and down them, squeeze them, bite them, press them apart as he took the man’s co—
He mentally slaps himself. He’s getting ahead of his plan. The blue-eyed beauty is watching him, eyes molten and bright in the dim lighting.
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go, handsome. But you haven’t even told me your name”
The redhead bites his lower lip. Right, yeah, that's important when you meet someone, idiot.
He quickly recomposed himself, the alcohol making the words sweeter in his mouth, easily coming off. He feels the urge to win this, to make this man want him more .
"It's Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara." he leans his cheek against his knuckles, elbow resting on the bar counter, "May I know yours, pretty face?"
Dazai takes a moment to digest the other man’s name. Chuuya is such a pretty name for a beautiful man.
He briefly thinks about how nice it will roll off his tongue later. But for now, he has other things to do.
“Dazai. Dazai Osamu”
" Osamu " he tested the name on his tongue, already wanting to say it more and more and more.
Dazai flinches with his first name being called. Chuuya smirks, acknowledging it.
"Say, Osamu," he starts again leaning his cheek on his hand, distracting the man from the movements below them, slightly touching their knees together, "can you show me something more beautiful than you in this town?" if it wasn't for the alcohol, he's sure he would slightly cringe at the words. But for them, intoxicated with the wine and each other's presence... It seemed just right.
Dazai’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he pretends to contemplate, swirling his wine within its crystal confines.
“I can show you many things, Chuuya. you only need to tell me what you’d like to see first.”
Chuuya is a lot of things, but, most importantly: proud.
He looked away, resting his chin on his hand, a slight pout on his lip.
"Is that so? And here I was hoping you were going to surprise me.”
Dazai smirks, setting down his glass and putting his chin in both hands, giving his full attention to the redhead. Oh, this was going to be fun.
“That can also certainly be arranged. Whenever you want, Chibi. Just give me the word and we can be on our way.”
Chuuya bit his lower lip, moving his other hand to slightly brush against the brunette's thigh.
"Then show me, handsome."
Dazai stands abruptly, throwing a crisp bill onto the bar to cover both of their drinks, offering his hand to help Chuuya to his feet, sweeping his own coat over his shoulders.
Instead of going out into the night, Dazai leads them back through the hotel lobby, winking at the receptionist as they pass.
Dazai takes out a heavy black card, swiping it to gain access to the glass elevator that would lead them up. He ushers Chuuya inside and presses him against one of the panes as the doors close.
“Just you, me… And anyone who dares to look up.”
"... Up?" Chuuya repeats, a bit confused but the pieces come in together, noticing how the elevator kept going up and up. Suddenly, the back of the elevator passed by all the concrete floors, and one of the walls showed the bright city.
Chuuya's eyes widened. He has, in the past, literally walked into an airplane wing, he had seen cities and such from a high distance.
But this...
It was a high building - Chuuya didn't notice it when he arrived, too nervous by the whole experience. It was probably one or the highest building in the city, and they could see Yokohama night lights from here.
How every building has its own lighting, the lamp posts, even the ferris wheel had a different glow from this angle.
His (theirs) penthouse had a similar view, but it was facing the sea, and Chuuya loved seeing the sunrise from there.
Here, he could see the full moon over the buildings, them being the stars of the night.
He was staring a lot out of the glass wall, until the elevator stopped. He immediately turned his eyes back to Dazai - who had been observing him. A gentle smile on his face; not caring slightly to the sight in front of them. For him, Chuuya was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Ever.
He felt his heart throb inside his chest. The man still had his arms pressing against the panes, somewhat trapping him. He could feel his body heat, and it was so inviting. Before he could do something (as he should have into this whole elevator time), Dazai leaned back, offering his arm to him.
"Shall we?"
Chuuya gulped, but was quick to hold onto the man's bicep, walking by his side while he opened the doors with his card once more.
Dazai led Chuuya into the room, taking the coat out of his shoulders and folding it over the back of the nearest chair. Dazai watched as Chuuya took in the deep earthy tones of the room, made darker by the dim lighting he had left it in when he left. Chuuya’s face is full of awe at the rich wood of the furniture and the size of the bed (a California king—what can Dazai say? He likes having room to fuck his partner in any position without ever having to get up)
Dazai walks over to where the window is covered by deep red curtains.
“You haven’t even seen the best part, Chibi. Look at this” he says as he opens the curtains, allowing Chuuya to see the cityscape behind it.
Lights of every color sparkle throughout the room. They were high enough that the headlights and taillights of cars looked like dots. The night sky twinkled with stars.
This…This was what Dazai has been waiting for. The look of disbelief and amazement on Chuuya’s face looking at the full picture.
"Osamu..." it slips off his mouth as he touches the glass - it's crystal clear, it is like there's nothing between them and the city. The room gets way brighter with the curtains open, it's beautiful. His mouth is slightly open, he can hear in his mind a lot of stuff he wants to say, to let him know, but bite them back.
Unsure if he will be able to tell them to Osamu; the man he met in the bar today. And not to his husband.
"Do you like it?" the other man coos. "You know, when I saw this view for the first time, I thought I wouldn't ever see something as beautiful." He pauses while moving his hand to ghost over Chuuya's waist, waiting for any signal the man would run away from his touch or be startled about it. When he notices Chuuya is hearing him and aware of the hand near his hip, he embraces him; brings their bodies closer.
The redhead slightly turns his head to look at the taller man. Dazai smiles, a beautiful, genuine, lovely smile that he "already" loves so much.
"But then I saw you at the bar," he gets his face closer, his other hand holding onto his chin to keep their eyes connected "and I couldn't believe it.”
It seems like their faces are getting so, so, so, so slowly closer. Chuuya can feel the other breathing over his own.
"I think I never wanted something so bad before, Nakahara Chuuya."
Dazai leans forward, capturing Chuuya’s lips with his own, pushing the shorter man back until his back hits the glass of the window. Dazai smirks against Chuuya as he feels more than hears him whimper.
Dazai doesn’t let up, pulling away slightly to change his angle before pushing back in, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue against Chuuya’s bottom lip, asking for entrance.
The gasp Chuuya lets out grants the taller man said entrance, and he strikes with no hesitation, twisting their tongues together in a wet slide. When he pulls away to give them both room to breathe, there is a string of saliva between them. As it snaps, Dazai threads his hands through Chuuya’s red locks, eyes tender.
“How I’ve waited for you.”
Dazai undoes the pins holding Chuuya's hair up, letting it fall over his shoulders. He twirls his finger in the curls, bringing his lovelock to his lips and kissing it delicately, letting the intoxicating smell take over him.
Chuuya seems hypnotized at first, his eyes fuzzed with the man's beauty and adoration towards him, but his body moves with the need to touch him too, pulling Dazai closer to him by his tie, their lips almost touching again.
The taller man cups his cheeks with his hands, guiding them to another slow kiss. Chuuya embraces his shoulders and grabs chocolate curls into his manicured fingers; scratching into his scalp and earning a low moan from the brunette.
Dazai presses him harder against the window, savoring the wine flavored kiss. They angle their heads to deepen the kiss, somewhat sloppy but lustful.
The distance between their bodies seems to become intolerable, as Dazai reluctantly moves his hands from his face to his waist, pulling him closer until their chests are pressed together. When Chuuya lets go of his lips for air, panting and hazed, Dazai wastes no time in kissing his jaw and moves right under his ear, then down to his neck, finding his sensitive spots as the grip on his hair tightens, while his hand patterns on his hips.
"O-Osamu..." the redhead sighs when his shirt is lifted so the warm hand can finally, finally touch his skin.
Dazai hums into his neck, nibbling the flesh, teasing it with his teeth while his hand squeezes him - the other one starts playing with a shirt button; a threat, a promise, a necessity to touch him more, see him more, consume him.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" he whispers on the shell of his ear, a whimper escaping his lips while his body shivers, "How much I want you, what you were doing to me down there. Do you understand that? God ." He sighs, resting his head on his shoulder, "I want to make you mine."
"And only mine." he finishes with some danger in his voice.
Chuuya shudders at the pure dominance in Dazai’s voice. No one has ever dared speak to him in that way. He has spent his life purposefully putting up walls against any and all suitors. Chuuya promised himself he would never belong to anyone, but Dazai is pushing those limits. Again .
Chuuya is painfully hard as he stares up into the other man’s eyes, his own cerulean ones practically glowing in the low light.
“I dare you to try.”
Dazai smirks. You see, Dazai loves challenges.
Especially the ones he knows he can win - especially when he is challenged for something he already won.
Those blue eyes can't lie to him, the way the Chibi's skin is hot under his fingers, the way he is leaning into him, how he can't look away from him.
"Oh? You think I cannot?" his eyes are half closed, looking at him with mockery.
Before Chuuya can answer, his hands are traveling up his chest, making the man gag. He looks away, face turning as red as his locks.
"Hmm? Giving up already? That's no fun-" he stops when his fingers find something he didn't expect.
Fabric. Lacy fabric that covers his chest. He suddenly feels his mouth dry, no teasing or comments coming to his mind.
(He loves lingerie. He truly does. Chuuya, being the brute he is, usually doesn't like it. He somehow always manages to tear it apart, or gets too sensible under it. He feels restrained, and constantly complains about it being too uncomfortable to wear. Dazai can remember maybe one or two times Chuuya wore it to surprise him without him pleading him to, and he can assure, it was not anything like the one he is touching right now.)
He doesn't think twice before pulling his shirt open brutally, a button or two flying off to the ground while Chuuya gasps.
Dazai growls as more of Chuuya's body is exposed to his greedy eyes.
Wine red lace painted onto tanned, freakled skin. Black straps accenting the matching choker already wrapped so lovingly around Chuuya's delicate throat. Dazai wants to mark every inch of this man. Paint him in deep hues of purple and blue. He wants to admire the art that is Chuuya's body; take him apart with his mouth, hands, and cock, just to put him back together again and repeat until neither one of them can move.
Dazai holds him by the thighs, lifting the boy into his arms and walking by memory to the bed. He wants a full picture of the art that is Nakahara Chuuya.
The ginger man held tightly on him, his hands seemed glued on his locks, and he didn't even think twice before embracing his legs on his waist. He moans when his groin is pressed against the other man's chest, and their lips are quickly working on each other again, drool escaping their mouth as they only try to get closer and closer.
When Dazai feels his knees touching the bed, he lowers his body until he can carefully place the man on the mattress.
He stays supported by his knee on the bed, looking down at Chuuya. He is panting, face red, his chest going up and down with his erratic heartbeats.
Dazai can now see the beginning of a garter belt on Chuuya's lower stomach, red and lacy, with the black straps going under it, the beginning of the panties held by a little black lace.
"Fuck" he whispers, his hand finds it's way on the edge of his leather pants, lowering it slightly - showing more skin, more red lace. More desire.
Chuuya smirks as he watches the man above him fall apart with every inch of newly exposed skin.
“Like what you see, handsome?”
Dazai groans, pulling Chuuya’s clothes off with little care. Chuuya makes a noise between a laugh and a scoff.
“Those are my favorite pair of pants” he breathes, too turned on to really care, but wanting to see how far he can push the other man.
“Don’t care. I’ll buy you as many new pairs as you want. Need to see you” Dazai growls, salivating at the picture below him. Chuuya’s body is wrapped in the red and black lingerie, highlighting every dip and curve of his lithe body.
“I’m going to tear you apart, Chuuya. You’ll never want anyone else. No other cock will ever satisfy you like mine. I’m going to ruin you.”
Chuuya feels fuzzy, his body hot as Dazai's hands map him. He slightly leans on his elbows, and pulls Dazai close by his tie, their lips almost touching.
"I already told you," he pauses, their gaze on each other so intense, "I dare you to try."
Osamu has a dangerous look on his eyes - they're dark and his smile so cynical. Chuuya feels a bit threatened, a prey captured by its predator - and very much aroused to be devoured.
"Such a snob Chibi," he traces his thumb on Chuuya's bottom lip, "you really think I cannot make Chuuya beg for me? Make Chuuya mine?"
"You're too much talk. Smug ass."
"Hmmm. How rude." Chuuya suddenly notices his other hand teasing the panties cord, and notices how uncomfortably hard he is getting, leaking precum on the lace. Dazai is quick to palm his crotch, holding his cock over the lace panties, and begin to stroke and squeeze him. Chuuya gasps, he's been hard for quite some time now and the friction between his hand and the lacy material was so frickin good.
Dazai moves quickly, getting a bottle of lube from under the pillows.
“‘Samu, wait.” he asks, quickly getting his full attention, untangling his hand from the brunette’s hair to stroke his cheeks. “P-please… Let me… Let me see you too.”
He smiles, leaning in to assault his neck again as he undoes his shirt and loosens more his tie, until he can take both off, his bandaged torso in view as he starts undoing his pants.
Chuuya sits on the bed while Dazai takes off the rest of his clothes, and the moment he gets close again, he touches the pin of his bandages, of course he knows by heart how to undo his bandages, asking for a silent permission. Something too intimate to include in foreplay.
He nods, helping Chuuya undo the key points of his bandages, but too impatient to take them properly off, and with only one of his oh so big hands, he presses both of the ginger's wrists above his head on the bed, laying over him again to capture his lips.
(They both know Chuuya could break free if he really wanted. The fact that he didn't, that he was aroused and gasping made it way hotter.)
"Let me show Chibi how much I want him." his Cheshire smile is so dingy, so dark, so morbid. Maybe if Chuuya thought for too long, he would think his life could be in danger. That this man would try to murder him.
Instead, he opens the bottle with his teeth. Instead of letting go of his wrists to use his hand to actually pour some lube on his fingers, he uses his long fingers to move the thin string of his panties to the side, pouring the cold liquid below Chuuya's balls, letting it drip to his hole.
"Ah! Nghh..!" he exclaims "You're... You're going to ruin it..!"
"Did Chuuya really think I wouldn't ruin all of you?" Dazai grins again "Don't worry, doll. I already told you..." he pauses as his index finger massages Chuuya's anus "... I'm going to buy you as many new pieces as you want."
He finishes his sentence inserting his finger, not really caring about being careful of the small resistance the muscle had.
Chuuya chokes as Dazai’s finger slides into him. That bastard didn’t even warm the lube before getting to it, and Chuuya fights the shivers that wrack his body in response. He opens his mouth to tell Dazai off, but whatever he was going to say is ripped away as Dazai quickly presses a second finger inside.
“So pretty for me, Chibi. not many people get to see this side of you, hm?” Dazai taunts, pressing his fingers up to find that sweet bundle of nerves hidden inside chuuya’s lithe body. He grins salaciously as he finds it, Chuuya's voice cracking as his moans.
“I want to see every side of you. the good, the bad, but right now… I want to see how fucked out you look as I take you apart.”
Dazai scissors his fingers apart, stretching Chuuya’s hole, watching as it tries to squeeze around nothing. His cock twitches just thinking about sinking into that heat. Soon, he decides. But he has to get his Chibi riled up just a little bit more first.
As he kept thrusting inside of him, his other hand was anxious, letting go of his wrist to caress his thighs, his hips, moving to his lower belly, teasing the lacy garter belt - how perfect the red and black tones are on his slighted tanned skin. He towers against him - leaning to kiss his collarbones - against every little freckle.
"Beautiful" he says in between kisses, his hand mirrors his lips - he kisses Chuuya's left side while his hand caresses his right side.
He is massaging his prostate, Chuuya's body lifting from the bed to get more, his fingers craving lines in Dazai's naked back, the bandages now discarded all over the bed.
"I- I-" he mutters, a bit ashamed of how needy his voice sounds.
"Yes, doll? What is it?" Dazai smiles against his neck, suckling on a sensitive spot - making sure it will leave a mark.
"'Samu- 'm gonna cum- Ah!" he whimpers, a third finger joining his insides, losing no time in milking his prostate.
"Osamu!" He screams, "P-please... Need you..."
"That's okay. Don't worry." Dazai promises, "That's just the first of our night, darling."
He suckles Chuuya's earlobe again, knowing how sensitive his ear is; he completes it by blowing some air against it, whispering right after:
"I will make you cum again. And again. And again... You will soon be coming on my cock too, angel."
Chuuya arches off the bed, mouth open wide as he comes, thick ropes hitting his chest and stomach as Dazai continues to abuse his prostate.
The entire word has stopped. There is only Chuuya and Osamu. no more playing pretend — no more flirting or skirting around the fact that they were married — Chuuya has never needed anything more than he needs Dazai’s cock at this moment. He will beg on his knees, let Dazai take him apart molecule by molecule. His nails bite into Dazai‘s skin, leaving bloody crescent moons in their wake
“Osamu, please. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…!”
Dazai, at first, coos at the sight. Of Chuuya being so needy, desperate for him. His body is trembling from his orgasm, he is pleading, his hands craving deeper into his unbandaged skin, while he suckles his neck, teasing his sensitive spots.
Per usual, Dazai has at least a dozen situations already planned out in his mind. Which buttons to play, what to say, where to kiss next. He has planned a lot for his Chibi.
Until he lets go of his abused skin, a grin on his face ready to tease, to keep playing this hard to get game; and he sees Chuuya's face.
His lover is deep red, unfocused and pure desperation. His breathing is unsettled, and he can't focus on Dazai's eyes.
"Color?" he asks while caressing his face. They used a color system to... Rougher situations, yes. But they've never roleplayed like that before. At the end of the day, Dazai knows his husband like the back of his hand, and he knows just how affectionate and attached Chuuya is. He couldn't help but feel like acting like mere lovers, like a hook up could hurt him, make him feel less special - and he tried his best all night to bring just how unique and intoxicating this all is.
But he wouldn't risk it. No more risking their relationship.
"Babe? Color please." he calls again.
"Green...?" he murmurs. More a question than an answer.
No good.
"Tell me what's wrong. Let me fix it, hm?"
"I- I just..." he stutters, before deep breathing. No hiding. "I don't know if I'm doing good..."
Dazai keeps caressing his face, encouraging him to keep going.
"I- I didn't- I never would try hooking up with... someone else. Like that." he looks away from Dazai "It... It feels wrong. When it's not my Osamu doing it." He seems impossibly redder.
Cute.
"At the same time I really want you. Because you're you."
Dazai softens, caressing Chuuya’s cheek with his thumb
“While I think you’re doing amazing, we can stop at any time, Chibi. It’s okay.”
Dazai watches Chuuya mull over his words. Dazai had only encouraged this because Chuuya had seemed so excited about it.
They had discussed it thoroughly, feeling as though they needed to spice up their marriage. But looking back, maybe this wasn’t the best way to go about it.
Chuuya opens his mouth and closes it a few times, struggling to find the right words. He ends up leaning closer to Osamu's hand, kissing his palm.
"We can keep going, just..." he tries to hide himself the best he can in his palm, "Lead me, okay?"
Dazai feels his heart tightening; Nakahara Chuuya, mafia executive, asks him that. Allowing himself to be this submissive, to let Dazai take the reins. He might combust, honestly.
He leans in to kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, the corner of his lips. "Alright, dear. And you can keep being adorable and obedient." He teases.
The words left unspoken are there too, repeated again. We can stop at any time. I love you.
Dazai lets him fall back into character, letting his signature cheshire grin come back into play as he begins to finger his lover again, making sure he is still prepped and ready for him.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” He purrs.
“You’re never going to want another cock again.” He says as he slips his fingers out of Chuuya's hole and replaces it with his heavy cock.
“Are you ready for me, Chuuya?” he asks, hoping Chuuya realizes the double meaning in his words. He never wants to hurt Chuuya, married or not.
The redhead feels like melting against the silky sheets. His fingers trace Osamu's features, from his cheek bones to his lips, to his jaw and ears, and he places some locks of hair out of his face, behind his ear. He waits for his answer, leaning in his touch.
"I-" he pauses, the room is mostly dark, the lights are dim and most of the illumination comes from the city buildings. But Dazai's eyes shine so brightly while looking at him, "Please Osamu." he asks, begging, not sure for what.
"Make me yours, please."
Dazai begins easing himself inside Chuuya as soon as the last syllable leaves the smaller man’s mouth.
They both groan at the pressure; one for being filled, the other for being wrapped in velvet heat.
“C-Chuuya,” Dazai chokes, losing his composure for the first time that night. He rolls his hips, each time slipping deeper into Chuuya.
Chuuya whines, nails finding purchase in Dazai’s sculpted back again, raking down as he is filled to the brim with cock. he doesn’t remember the last time he felt this close to his husband. Even pretending to be strangers, their connection could never be mistaken.
Dazai pulls out until just his tip remains, staring down into Chuuya’s cerulean eyes.
“Tell me who you belong to, Chuuya”
Chuuya bites on his lip, Dazai looks hot. He is lifting his leg up, and he wastes no time in encircling his other one to the man's waist, making more room for him. He tries pressing his hips down, feeling the tip of his cock sliding slightly in; he moans, and Dazai locks his hip down, trapping him down so he can't move.
"No, no, Chibi~" he smiles "I will only fuck my good boy."
He gets closer to his lips, and Chuuya moans again just at the sensation of the man's hot breath against his face.
"Tell me, angel. Who do you belong to? Hmm?" he accentuates by squeezing his thigh, earning a tiny whimper.
Chuuya squeezes his eyes shut, heat flooding his face. He knows Dazai won’t do anything more until he replies.
“Y-you. I belong to you, Osamu” he says, sentence ending in a pleasured scream as Dazai thrusts forward, burying himself inside Chuuya with one fluid stroke.
“That’s right, baby.” Dazai growls, setting a punishing pace, fingers digging into Chuuya's unmarred thighs.
Chuuya can only open his mouth and roll his eyes back as Dazai continues fucking him relentlessly, each thrust resulting in the head of his cock grazing along chuuya’s prostrate.
Chuuya has never felt so good.
"Osamu, Osamu, Osamu!" Chuuya screams - he is usually a bit self conscious about making too much noise. He respects his neighbors and doesn't want any complaints and eyes on him.
But here, at a luxury hotel Dazai booked for them? He doesn't give a shit. He will be scandalous - and noticing how Dazai is getting fuzzed by his noises, he will get louder.
Two can play this game.
"Osamu, please, please! Ah-!" he brings the man's face closer to his to close the distance between their lips into a messy kiss, more tongue than anything. Just the loud wet noises of their kiss and the slaps of Osamu's hips against his ass.
"What is it, doll?" Dazai asks when Chuuya lets go of his lips, not managing to keep kissing him and moaning so loudly "What do you want, hm? I will give it to you. Anything."
Chuuya growls, clawing Dazai’s back at a particularly hard thrust, and looks his husband in the eyes.
“Fuck me like you mean it.”
Dazai smirks. He clenches Chuuya's face with one of his hands, forcing him to keep the visual contact and hold on his breath.
"Chibi thinks I'm not doing enough? Is that it?"
Something hits on Chuuya - well, something other than Dazai pounding against his prostate.
"Y-yeah. You're too much talk." He bites back, even if he is close to losing his mind. He can't just give in, can he?
Dazai's face darken for a second. Chuuya shivers slightly thinking he fucked up, until he speaks again:
"Chuuya thinks someone else could be fucking him better?"
He doesn't answer as another jab hits him deeply, and he throws his head back whimpering.
The brunette doesn't wait for an answer, as he takes his cock out of him again. He manhandles Chuuya in the bed, forcing him down on the mattress and his ass up. He waits no time in shoving his dick deep in the new angle, making Chuuya wail at how deep he is hitting him now.
"Does Chuuya think I will let anyone touch him again?" he pulls his hair, forcing him to look at him.
Chuuya gapes, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find a response, but all he could feel was pleasure. Seeing Dazai so possessive… was really hot. He wanted more.
Finally, Chuuya smirks, looking Dazai in the eyes
“Who’s to say?” he snarks, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the dark expression that comes over Dazai’s face. Chuuya has him wrapped around his pretty little finger.
Dazai growls at him, lifting his legs to his shoulders, bending Chuuya over himself, blessing him and his stupidly elasticity. He gets deeper into Chuuya's body, he hopes the redhead can feel him rearranging his insides as he wails at the new position.
"What was that? Couldn't hear you, doll face."
"Ah- Ah! Osamu-!" He reaches out for the man's mouth, but Dazais keeps a strong will to not fall down to kiss him. "Please- I-"
"C'mon, sweetheart. Come for me, and I will give you as many kisses as you want." He grins, sweats making his bangs stick on his face, his face flushed.. He keeps thrust languidly, aiming at that right spot and going deeper and harder. "Let me hear you scream my name while you come, baby." he ends his sentence by biting on his shoulder.
Chuuya’s mouth falls open into a silent scream as his body seizes, muscles locking as the most earth-shattering orgasm takes over his senses.
There is nothing else in the world other than him and Dazai. Dazai who caresses his face and whispers sweet words about how well Chuuya did, how beautiful he looks falling apart on Dazai’s cock; how he could never imagine doing this with anyone else.
Chuuya has tears trickling down his face by the time he comes down from his high. Still shaking, he reaches up to his husband, fingers threading through his beautiful chestnut locks.
“C’mon baby,” he whispers hoarsely, Dazai shuddering lightly, eyes slipping closed as his hips stutter, trying not to move too soon, not wanting to overstimulate Chuuya.
“Take what you need.” Dazai has a lot of words stuck in his throat.
From " I don't want to overdo you " to " I'm satisfied just making you feel good ", but his cock denies it all by how it's twitching inside of Chuuya's hole - Chuuya's puffy, sensitive and abused hole that's pulsating around him, and he can't tell if it's from his orgasm or the redhead trying to pull him closer.
When he moves again, leaning in his lover's hand, his hips end up moving a bit and Chuuya groans. Yep, the sensitivity is there, but no discomfort.
Just pleasure and lust on those cerulean eyes.
Dazai sighs, leaning in closer to whispering Chuuya's ear, as if someone was watching them and couldn't hear what he had to say:
"You know the safe word, angel. Just say it and I will stop, 'kay?" he kisses Chuuya's temple and looks at him for a second, his still hazed look a bit confused at the words.
And then, Dazai bends his body more. Chuuya himself didn't know he was this flexible, but what a way to find out; having a dick shoved deep inside his prostate.
He is soon wailing, overstimulation taking over his body. Hot tears don't stop coming out of his eyes, probably ruining his makeup more. He doesn't care. He couldn't care less.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck- 'Samu, I-" his cock is painfully getting hard again, which Dazai presses his fingers as a cock ring in the base, making Chuuya whine.
"No, no, no. You came first then me~ so now we are cumming together, hmm?"
Chuuya doesn't actually have a right on the matter, as he can't even process the words and Dazai is thrusting against him again.
"Mnngh- Ahh- Osamu... Please, please, I cant- Nghhh..."
"Oh, yes. Yes you can, my dear."
The redhead is getting hazier, he can see. His mouth agape and words loose on moans and his name. His hands are gripping steel on the mattress, and Dazai can't even tell when he let go of his hair - and that he probably did it to not hurt him before losing himself this bad.
"'samu, 'samu, 'samu" he keeps repeating as a mantra, "please please please I will be good please let me cum please please it hurts...!"
"Darling, you're already-" he emphasizes with a harder thrust "-so good to me. My perfect, good boy."
Chuuya shouts as Dazai hits his prostate over and over again, tears running down his cheeks, body strung tight. He needed release. He needed Dazai to find release. He wanted to bask in the afterglow of their love. Of their marriage. He missed his husband, even though he was on top of him. He wanted Osamu back.
When he feels like throwing the towel, he hears Dazai cursing and biting his own lip as he groans and moans sinfully. The hot feeling on his lower belly is bubbling as he reaches his own climax.
He is soon letting go of the base of his cock, and begins to stroke him, he bends down close to his lips, whispering praises and encouragement, "C'mon babe, you did so good, cum with me."
“Yes yes yes yes—“ Chuuya chants, eyes rolling back in his head as he comes at Dazai’s words. His back arches off the bed as he finally finds his release, moaning low in his throat as Dazai finds his release, too, warmth filling him.
“Osamu…" Chuuya presses soft kisses into dazai’s jaw and neck when he falls on top of him, while tears start coming from his eyes, little sobs as he clenches himself into him. "That was…”
"What? Did Chuuya not like it?" He coos; in fact knowing that this was how Chuuya reacted being overstimulated after mind blowing sex. He lowered both of his legs carefully, massaging his muscles to make sure he wouldn't cramp or feel pain out of the stretching he ended up demanding.
"No- I-" He hiccups. Dazai kisses his face now; kissing his tears away, "I love it. I love you."
"Is that so, baby?" He coos.
"Yeah..." He cleans his face with the back of his hands as Dazai takes his softened cock out of him, they both groaning; Chuuya feeling his load oozing out of his hole. "I just... I just missed my husband."
"Hmm? But I was here all the time, wasn't I?" He takes his turn peppering Chuuya's face with kisses, while laying down next to him - the redhead immediately cuddling into his warmth.
"It was just... Different." He nuzzles into his neck "No pestering each other... But also not being like...This." His thumb carefully traced Osamu's features, before he moved to place some of his locks behind his ear, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I always had strong feelings towards you, so it's odd acting like you're not my Osamu, I guess."
Dazai stares at Chuuya, at a loss for words. Yes, he knew his husband loved him; had been there for every breakdown (good and bad), and cried at their wedding when Chuuya had read his vows, but somehow it feels different this time.
Like they're on the same page - The same wavelength.
Dazai feels tears gather in his eyes. Watches chuuya's blissful expression crumpled into one of worry.
Dazai holds his husband's face in his palms, gently thumbing the soft skin of his freckled cheeks.
"I feel the exact same, Chibi"
"Stupid mackerel," Chuuya whispers, holding one of his hands so he can better lean in and kiss his palm, "C'mehere."
Chuuya pushes Dazai to lay on his side and just as it always goes, they tangle themselves. Maybe a habit originated from two teenagers trying to fit on a single bed, after an intense make out session or seeking comfort in each other's arms after a rough day. Yeah, as if it was for space and not for the warmth they seek on the other.
Just like now, in this stupid big bed that could sleep probably five people comfortably, they are snuggling closer and closer to each other, not knowing anymore where Dazai ends and where Chuuya begins.
That's just what home feels like.