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“I missed this, you know”
Chuuya groans as Dazai starts thrusting his fingers in faster and harder, making sure to rub his knuckles right against the swollen bump inside him, making his whole body tense up and writh.
“Well, I didn’t, so shut the fuck up”, Chuuya manages to bite back before shallowly grinding back down to meet his fingers, his hands scrabbling to find purchase as he scratches at Dazai’s bicep and back through his thin button-up.
Their relationship hadn’t started this way at all, nor was it usually like this— In fact, it could only be described as antagonistic at the time. Something that bloomed from the sheer hatred they had for each other.
They had met a little over a year ago, when Dazai had been freshly appointed to the position of president of the student council. It had been his turn to monitor the halls, and out of pure curiosity as well as sheer boredom, he decided to detour himself into the old abandoned school hall that was built next to the old gym change rooms. The hall itself had been set for renovations, but it had never started as the school had lost its funding at the time.
He carefully crept into the old building to see if there was anything interesting he could find, but to his amusement, he only found a Chuuya, who had decided to bleach his hair a distasteful blonde, smoking a pack of cheap cigarettes that you would only find at the back of an old convenience store.
He had known all about this Nakahara guy— how he was the leader of a small group of delinquents who instilled fear into the hearts of the students who dared to speak to him or about him— but seeing him in person made him want to laugh right in his face.
How could someone so small be so scary?
He promptly snatched the cigarettes from the boy, taunting him about how children shouldn’t be smoking, before practically yanking him by the ear off to the principal's office, saying how he was in big trouble for sneaking contraband into their ‘fine establishment’ of a school.
From that day on, Nakahara Chuuya made an enemy out of Dazai Osamu.
But here he was, getting fucked in the school bathrooms by said enemy in the old school bathroom.
“Chuuya, you're being too loud,” Dazai hisses as Chuuya tightens around his fingers.
“I can’t help it, asshole!” He manages to choke out as Dazai adds a third finger, letting it sink all the way in before pulling out to slam in deeper, “You’re going too fast”
Dazai grins when he sees Chuuya trying his best to relax into the intrusion, trying to relax into his thrusts, coaxing himself into taking more than he can.
“We can’t exactly be slow now, can we?” He whispers against his lips before guiding the redhead into a surprisingly gentle kiss, “You can take one more finger for me, can't you?” He asks, creating a massaging motion against the straining muscle in his thigh with his clean hand.
Chuuya squirms a little under him before slowly spreading his legs wider and nodding his head, whimpering slightly when Dazai guides his pinky to prod at the stretched, pink muscle wrapped around the rest of his fingers.
He’d taken the first three so beautifully, he could take another, he was sure of it.
Dazai pushes him harder against the stall's wall before hitching his body higher, guiding Chuuya to wrap one of his legs around his waist.
“You’re always so good for me,” He mutters against his hair before sliding his fingers out and thrusting back four fingers. Chuuya throws his head back with a needy moan before he shakily nods at the younger.
“You wanted this from the start, didn’t you?” Dazai chuckles lightly when he sees Chuuya's face darken in both embarrassment and anger. He’s quick to defend himself, crying out a loud “No, I didn’t, you bastard!”
Dazai slows his fingers, switching his thrusts from a fast and hard rhythm to a slow grinding of his knuckles against his sensitive and swollen walls, making Chuuya whine in response, grinding harder against his hand to get some sort of extra stimulation.
“No?” His voice is velvety, deep and smooth, the sound going straight to Chuuya's straining, wet cock. Dazai's hand seems to slow even more somehow, making Chuuya slightly cringe at the lack of stimulation “Don’t act like you didn’t want this as much as I do.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” Chuuya mutters before nosing under his jaw, exactly where he knew Dazai was sensitive, trying to coax the brunette into shutting up and going back to fucking him.
Dazai smiles against his hair, noticing how Chuuya seems to be slowly losing his patience, “You really don’t know?” His voice is thick with amusement, Chuuya can almost taste the teasing tone in his voice, and his eyes slightly widen in both fear and anticipation.
“So you weren’t looking at me during the whole of morning announcements?” He chuckles, twisting his head so he can make eye contact with the boy below him. “You weren’t trying to get my attention at all, like a needy dog?”
Chuuya glares at him as soon as the word dog slips out of his mouth, but Dazai doesn't seem to care as he continues.
“Touching me whenever you had the chance,” he grins, eyes concentrated on the redhead, seeing if anything pulls a reaction out of him, “Brushing your ass up against me when you needed to get something”, Chuuya feels his face heat up in embarrassment, before snapping at him. “You’re remembering wrong!”
Dazai quickly starts to grind his fingers harder against the redhead's prostate, causing the older to jolt in his hold, moaning wantonly.
“Oh baby, I don’t think I’m remembering wrong.”
No matter how many times Chuuya berates him about the pet name being stupid and outright gross, he never misses the way the redhead's face heats up, and in this case, the way he tightens around him and the way he trembles in his hold.
“I remember exactly how many times I had to jerk myself off when I got home,” Chuuya groans when Dazai begins to pull his fingers out to swiftly unbuckle his belt.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about it, you know,” he continues, sliding his hot erection against Chuuya’s inner thigh, giving him a taste of what he's been wanting for so long, “How prideful you were, even though you were so desperate”
Dazai manoeuvres Chuuya so he's now facing away from him, his face pressed roughly against the stall's door. Dazai spits in his hands before messily jerking himself with it, slickening himself in the process. Chuuya can’t exactly see it, but he can definitely hear it, and his dick jumps just at just the mere thought of it.
He winces when he feels the brunette’s cock kiss his hole, smearing precum around it. Chuuya holds his breath in preparation, biting his lip slightly, waiting for the taller to finally push inside and give him what he's been desperately waiting for for what seems like months.
But it never comes.
Dazai guides his cock lower, pressing his dick right against the redhead's perineum and balls, drawing a hushed cry from him.
“Dazai, hurry up,” he groans, slightly shaking his hips back against Dazai's crotch, silently begging for him to take the hint.
Dazai ignores him and begins to trace circles on his hips with his thumbs before shallowly thrusting between his thighs, bringing his hand to the older's front to start messily jerking him off. Chuuya turns his face to glare at him, before swatting Dazai’s hands off his dick. Dazai, however, seems uninterested.
“It's not my problem if you don’t want to come,” He shrugs before starting to fuck into the slick space between his thighs faster and harder— Exactly how Chuuya likes it when he’s inside. Tears of frustration begin to form around his eyes. He knows exactly what the bastard wants from him, but that's the last thing he wants to do right now.
“C’mon Chuuya,” He mumbles as he nuzzles against his ear, “All you have to do is ask.”
Dazai knows that's probably the last thing the redhead would want to do, but coaxing it out of him is always worth it in the end.
He watches as Chuuya slowly turns his head away, refusing to make eye contact, before he opens his mouth to speak.
“Dazai, please,” He whimpers as the younger starts to rub and flick at his nipples in time with his thrusts.
That, however, does not seem to be enough to convince Dazai, as he harshly pinches his nipple through his shirt, making him jerk and cry out. Dazai grins before leaning down to whisper in his ear, “You can do better than that, can’t you?”
Frustration seems to get the better of him, as all the neglect and teasing seem to wear his patience thin.
“Quit teasing me, you fuck—”
But before he can finish his sentence, a surprisingly heavy hand comes down on his ass, sending hot sparks of pain and pleasure across his skin. Hot anger burst inside of him as he tries to turn around to give the younger boy a piece of his mind, but his hair is quickly pulled tight so he stays in his place.
“You were doing so well, too,” Dazai frowns, seemingly mocking the predicament he’s in, his hand moving back to his ass to massage the soft, supple skin where he spanked him, making sure the area won't bloom into a bruise. The hold he has on his hair, however, remains firm as he begins his teasing once again.
“All you have to do is say it, and it's all yours,” He mumbles against his mouth as he twists Chuuya's face to bring him into a kiss, lapping his tongue against his plump lips. He grips his waist tighter with his other hand while slowly fucking his thighs. It's all wet and slick now, thanks to both of their precum. He could slide in so easily if he wanted to.
“Won’t you ask me, baby? Please.” Chuuya's heart seems to leap at Dazai’s eagerness, which, paired with his movements, seems to break his composure, finally leaning into Dazai’s ministrations.
Chuuya glares down at the shiny tiles below him, his face heating up as his nails claw at the door in front of him.
“Dazai,” He murmurs. The brunette slows his thrusts as he noses at Chuuya’s collarbone.
“Yes, my love?” Dazai replies coyly, and he can feel the brunette's cock throbbing between his thighs in anticipation.
“Fuck me?”
He can hear the hitch in Dazai’s breath and how his whole body tenses at his words, “Please?” he adds as an afterthought as he begins to move his hips back against the younger, arching his back, nice and deep.
“Yeah?” Dazai groans as he flips Chuuya over to face him, gently picking him up, guiding him to wrap his legs around him once again.
He impatiently lines his dick up with his entrance, pushing into him slowly, making sure to be careful even though Chuuya is properly prepped.
The slide in feels like it lasted forever— he isn't being kissed senseless or being distracted, so he can feel every inch and vein that entered him. His eyes seem to roll back, and he lets out small, breathy moans as Dazai shallowly begins to thrust before continuing.
By the time he's buried to the hilt, Chuuya feels dizzy with want. His thighs tremble as they wrap around the brunette's hips. He can hear the sound of Dazai’s gentle voice as he noses at the redhead's cheeks, lapping at any tears that threaten to spill over.
“You’re doing so well for me,” Dazai groans as he starts to thrust into the redhead's tight, wet heat, making sure to angle his thrusts so they press right against Chuuya’s prostate.
Chuuya feels his body grow hotter as he tries to relax into his thrusts. There's a growing heat in his stomach, and it's expanding as Dazai nails into his sweet spot again and again. It's so, so good, but it's not enough. He wants more— No— needs more.
He lets out small, punched-out moans as he goes limp in Dazai’s grasp. He can feel the hot slide of his erection going in and out, and he loves it. His hips start grinding forward, trying to get some sort of stimulation on his cock from rutting against the brunette's stomach, but Dazai’s quick to cling onto his hips, making sure that the redhead couldn’t move, dragging a needy noise out of him.
“I thought–ah—we had to hurry,” He manages to pant out as Dazai starts to grind into him, practically massaging his prostate in the process.
“Well, that was the plan,” he rasps, “but I realised I could get more use out of you. You’re just going to have to be more quiet,” he teases, as he presses their slick foreheads together.
Before Chuuya can retaliate, he starts pumping into him harder and faster, causing the older to gasp before clawing at his back for leverage.
Chuuya can feel his orgasm approaching, just a bit more, and he could finally cum. He could feel his abs ache, and his thighs burn as they start to tense. He can hear Dazai muttering something in his ear, but it's long forgotten as he can barely think about anything other than hot, inside me, want to cum.
And just as he's about to beg Dazai to touch him, the others' hands have already made their way, gently caressing the small of his back while thumbing at his shaft and slit.
He starts sobbing at the dual sensation, moaning uncontrollably—He’s almost there— just a little more—
CREAK
Chuuya only registers the noise when Dazai suddenly stops his thrusts and clamps a hot, sweaty hand around his mouth in a tight, bruising grip.
He has a teasing expression on his face as he holds a finger to his mouth, mouthing a ‘shhh’. The glint in his eyes makes chuuyas stomach twist in both fear and anticipation.
“Jeez, you really couldn’t wait until after school?” a loud, yet familiar voice chuckles.
“It's not my fuckin’ fault that Nanaka-sensei’s classes are boring as hell,” another voice groans.
Chuuya swears he’s heard their voices before. The way the pair speak seems all too familiar.
“Oi, Ritsuo, you wanna smoke?”
Chuuya swears his heart stopped the moment he heard that. He feels as though he has been taken out of a basking warm heat, before being promptly dumped into cold water.
Outside the very stall that he and Dazai were in were two of the few members of his little delinquent circle, Hideya and Ritsuo.
He quickly grips onto Dazai’s bicep as he looks up at him, hoping the brunette has some sort of plan. The panic in his eyes and face was more than evident.
The look in Dazai’s eyes tells him something else entirely. The brunette smirks down at the older, before leaning down to whisper in his ear, “Shall we continue?”
Chuuya looks up at him as if he were insane, and frantically tries to keep Dazai’s hand to his mouth when he tries to remove it, tugging his own hands to his mouth to try and quiet himself. But Dazai gave him a look of discontent before grabbing both his hands and holding them above his head.
Chuuya looks at him, stunned. Does he want them to get caught? Is this some sort of weird kink he has?
“I never liked them, you know,’ the younger confesses, “not after you sent them to beat me for getting you in trouble.” Chuuya looks at the boy in front of him with shock.
That's right, he did send the two out to beat the younger for getting him suspended. But that's what happens when you mess around with Chuuya or his little following, and Dazai was no exception. It was sort of a tradition, a lesson learned for messing with their leader, something that Chuuya would usually proudly flaunt in front of the other fearful students.
But now, he was deeply regretting it.
Dazai starts to thrust back into him with short, sharp slams of his hips, causing the redhead to barely muffle his gasps.
The two boys were still outside the stall, muttering to each other about things to do after school, and the pungent smell of tobacco wafted through the air. The scene was very reminiscent of their first meeting, with Chuuya being caught doing the same thing.
“I wonder what they would do,” Dazai mutters, “If they saw their little leader getting fucked by his so-called enemy in between classes,”
Chuuya could imagine it— the shock in their faces as Chuuya moaned and whined as he dangled helplessly, all while Dazai drilled into him, how they would have looked at him in both disbelief and astonishment.
Chuuya was more than horrified when he saw his dick twitch and leak at the thought. He begged that Dazai hadn’t noticed and had instead decided to focus on what was going on outside instead of him, but he knew that probably wasn’t the case.
His eyes flutter up to look at the brunette, and he could see the victory written all over his face as he looks down at him with a menacing smile.
He was in trouble.
“Chuuya, don’t tell me you like that,” he teases against his hair. Chuuya was quick to deny, shaking his head no. “Well, I guess there’s no point in being quiet then,” he grunts before starting a fast and punishing pace, similar to how he was fucking into him before the pair outside had interrupted them.
Chuuya couldn’t help but let out a particularly loud sob at the sudden change in tempo, and his whole body tenses up as he remembers the fact that they aren’t alone.
“Fuck– did you hear that?” Hideya jerks as he hears what seems like a murmur. “I swear I heard something!”
Dazai muffles a groan as Chuuya clenches around him, tight.
“No, I didn’t, you dolt,” Ritsuo chuckles, “I told you, you’re way too tense, man. No one's coming to find us and get us in trouble.” Hideya sighs as he realises that that’s probably true.
“I don’t know, it's just after that whole suspension and contraband thing with Chuuya. It got me all worried,” he mutters.
Chuuya’s breath stutters when he hears his name, his heart beating fast.
Fuck, what if they do find out?
“C’mon, don’t tell me you're paranoid,” Ritsuo giggles before adding, “Oh, what? Do you think their hiding in the bathrooms? Waiting to catch you?”
Dazai couldn’t help but smirk into Chuuya’s neck at how ironic it was.
Ritsuo starts to walk down the aisle of cubicles, banging on the bathroom stall doors one by one, inching closer and closer to their stall, “See, no one's here”
Both he and Dazai were at the last cubicle, so there was little to no chance he would go banging on their door, or even walk near them, but the risk of it made Chuuya pull at Dazai's shirt, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes out of the fear of sheer humiliation.
Dazai took quick notice of this, kissing at the corners of his eyes gently, making sure to slow his thrusts back into a slow grind so Chuuya wouldn’t get overwhelmed, but the redhead only glares at him with wet eyes, “Why’d you–hah– stop?” he whines.
The brunette looks at him, astounded. His lips creeping into a smile as he realises,
Chuuya likes it.
Dazai made sure to remember that. He’d make sure to use this valuable information very well.
He looks down at the boy with a cocky expression, the one that makes Chuuya's face feel aflame, before snapping his hips back up, causing the redhead's vision to blur as his eyes roll back. Chuuya, struggling to hide his desperate noises, resorts to biting his lip until it turns into an angry red, threatening to bleed.
“Poor baby,” The brunette teases as he begins to stroke his twitching cock, occasionally pressing his thumb against his head, dipping it into his slit, giving a hint of pressure before stroking back down again. It causes Chuuya to flail slightly in his grip, as he struggles to breathe. “Do you need my help being quiet?”
Chuuya nods frantically, desperate for it, releasing his lip from his teeth as he waits for Dazai to cover his mouth with his palm again, but the brunette seems to have changed his mind as he lifts three of his fingers to the redhead's mouth.
“Open up,” he purrs, smiling when he sees Chuuya realise what he's getting at. The older of the pair lights up, eagerly opening his mouth, slightly sticking his tongue out. Dazai smirks before quickly thrusting his fingers into his mouth.
The sounds he made were wet and obscene, but it kept him quieter than before, so Dazai revels in it. He starts to fuck his mouth at the same pace he fucks into him. Every time his cock kisses the swollen bump inside of him, Chuuya would gag wetly against his fingers.
Dazai pushes his fingers in deeper as he feels chuuyas movements start to falter, effectively blocking his airway. Dazai can tell that Chuuya’s close just by the way his body seems to ease into him, how he begins to slightly clench around him with each of his thrusts. He hums in satisfaction as he watches the redhead begin to writhe in his arms, squirming, struggling to breathe as the knot in his stomach grows hotter and tighter.
But he knew that letting Chuuya cum when there were people at close proximity was a bad idea. The older of the pair could barely control himself when he did, practically wailing and sobbing at his release— and the brunette wasn’t willing to get his fingers bitten clean off, so he quickly grabbed at the base of the redhead's cock, staving off his orgasm.
Chuuya glowers at him as hot tears stream down his face, his hips still trying to grind down in desperation, his lips were wet, red and swollen around his fingers. He almost felt sorry for the boy, almost.
“You’re going to have to wait for them to leave,” he murmurs, still eagerly pumping into him, “be patient.” Chuuya rolls his eyes, hating how amused the brunette sounds.
How long would the two stay? Chuuya already knew about Ritsuo’s nasty habit of loitering and prayed that he hadn’t somehow influenced Hideya.
“Fuck, our next class is social studies,” Hideya suddenly pipes up in sudden realisation
“Yeah, I know,” Ritsuo sighs, “Why don’t we stay here another period? No one really comes in this bathroom anymore”
Please no— If they stay here another minute, Chuuya’s going to go insane. He swears to give the two an hour-long lecture on how loitering and skipping classes are bad— even if those are the things he does on a daily basis.
“Yeah, I know— But there's this cute girl who sits across from me,” Hideya says as he practically drags Ritsuo outside “, I might actually have a chance, for once,” He mutters.
There's a slight rustle before the pair hear the sound of footsteps moving away, before the sound of the door being swung open and closed
CLICK
Dazai quickly pulls his fingers out of the other's mouth before manoeuvring Chuuya so one of his legs is pinned to the wall, while the other is pressed flush against Dazai’s chest, his ankle barely on his shoulder.
He quickly thrusts back in, relishing how his cock is engulfed in his wet, tight heat. “Fuck– you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” He groans, holding his hips in a bruising grip.
Chuuya frantically nods his head, “Yes,” he sobs, throwing his head back as Dazai grazes his teeth against the sensitive skin under his jaw.
He reaches for the tufts of soft dark hair before pushing his head against his throat, mewling as Dazai nips and sucks exactly where he wants it.
“You heard them right? It’s almost next period.” Dazai rasps, Chuuya barely registers a word he says, but nods his head anyway, moaning as Dazai slams in particularly hard.
“I have a lit paper summary due, and I have to be there as soon as possible.” He murmurs, trying to get Chuuya to understand, and within a second, the redhead stills and looks at the taller with wide eyes, “Osamu, please–” He pleads, looking at him in dismay
“So you better come now, or you won’t come at all.”
To tell the truth, Dazai was supposed to hand it in next period, but he already knew that his teacher was absent due to medical issues, so all his assigned work was pushed back until next week. Chuuya would have also known this if he hadn’t been gawking at Dazai the whole of the assembly.
“Osamu, please don’t— Fuck— You didn’t let me c-come like two times already–”
“Mhm…But that wasn’t my fault, was it?” He chuckles. “If you and your friends didn’t have a habit of loitering, this wouldn’t have happened”
But Chuuya wasn’t hearing it, instead opting to claw at Dazai's back while trying his hardest to go limp and pliant in his arms, but it's hard because his left leg keeps tensing as he gets closer and closer.
He’s more than desperate— He clings onto the man in front of him, forcing his hips to move down, essentially grinding it short, frantic and needy movements— It was almost enough, he just needed a little more—
“Osamu, please— Harder!” He cries out, before Dazai starts to slam into him hard with no rhythm whatsoever— Just fast, frenzied thrusts,
It's more than enough,
The tight knot in his stomach seems to explode, and Chuuya cums hard.
His vision blurs as he sees white, letting out a silent scream, before finally going limp in Dazai’s arms. The brunette murmurs sweet praises as he falls into his headspace.
It contrasts the way Dazai’s fucking into him at a brutal pace, drawing out an oversensitive cry out of the redhead. Each thrust would slightly brush against his sweet spot, causing Chuuya to let out small, whiny, punched-out moans. His nails began to claw at the taller's chest and back as he began to hide his overstimulated tears into the brunette's uniform.
“Just a bit more, baby,” he grits out before finally coming inside. Chuuya clenches around him as he feels Dazai twitching inside him before finally letting out hot spurts of cum. He hums in satisfaction as Dazai shallowly pumps it deep inside of him.
They spend the next few minutes clinging to each other, letting their breath even out.
They were until Chuuya heard the bell chime, indicating that students get to their next class.
“FUCK— Your lit paper!” he says, scrambling in Dazai's hold. But the younger shushes him before caressing his hair, but Chuuya wasn’t having it, “Did you fucking forget or what?!”
“There’s no paper due, you stupid slug,” he whines as the redhead keeps moving against him, “It was in the announcements, maybe you should’ve listened instead of swooning over handsome old me.” Dazai has victory written all over his face when Chuuya scowls at him with a very red face.
“You bastard! The hell was that for?!” He bemoans, hitting Dazai’s chest before lying down on him.
Dazai laughs in response, “Let's not sleep inside of a cubicle, chibi, let's go to the old hall instead.”
Chuuya hums in agreement before lazily tracing his fingers over Dazai’s heart.
“I missed this, you know,” he murmurs, and he feels Dazai’s face press up against his with a slight smile.
“I missed you too,”