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“Dazai… you’re fucking kidding me...”
Chuuya looks up at Dazai irritatingly, before looking down to the little device he has cradled in his palm.
Dazai has him cornered against the wall with the door locked, in the break room at the port mafia building.
As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, they find themselves in this position fairly often.
“Oh come onnnn Chuuya~ you know this is your favorite game to play.” Dazai smirks down at him, his face wayyyy too close to his.
“Tch… maybe when we’re out to dinner… but a board meeting?”
He hates how he’s supposed to be pissed off by this idea, yet his insides twist against his will.
Dazai just nods enthusiastically in response.
“Fuck. No.” He deadpans, while trying to duck under the arm that barricades him.
Dazai lets him go too easily, and it unsettles Chuuya.
“Ah, too bad. Guess you can’t handle a little fun. Here I was gonna buy you a nice dinner at your favorite place later too… what’s that place call-“
Chuuya freezes and turns on his heel.
“What!? What d’you mean can’t handle it?!”
He marches back up to Dazai, this time he has Dazai’s back against the wall as he looks up at him with his hand on his hip, the other stretched out.
He hates so much how Dazai knows his weaknesses… such as this one.
Saying no to a challenge.
Something Chuuya is physically not able to do.
Dazai looks down and smirks triumphantly, as he hands it to him.
“That’s the spirit.”
Chuuya glares daggers at him… “If you get us caught, I’ll kill-“
“Actually… if you get us caught, you owe me dinner.” Dazai kicks back.
“Tch. Asshole… I actually hate you so much.”
“It’s just twenty minutes. Be a good puppy and bite your tongue.”
Chuuya shoves it in his pocket, and turns to walk out, waving him off.
“Ah- fuck you!”
Awhile later, the boss instructs everyone to the meeting room in five minutes.
Chuuya exits the bathroom, as he collects his paperwork for the meeting.
God, he hates so much how Dazai takes advantage of him. Especially his being trans, and therefore Dazai being able to pull stunts like this. Yeah… Dazai wouldn’t last 30 seconds with a toy strapped around his dick. Still, Chuuya smiles at the thought… he’d love to torture him that way. They’d probably get fired though… which is already pretty impossible, but not fully.
Chuuya prides himself on being able to hold his own. Dazai has fun like this with him all the time… surely doing it in a board meeting shouldn’t be that much different. Right?
He would be lying if he didn’t admit that this whole idea gets him wet instantly. Dazai’s pretty good at having that effect on him. It’s made it really easy to slip this toy in too. He can feel it already pressing against sensitive areas inside him, and he feels the anticipation build up inside him, at doing something clearly forbidden, and downright lewd.
He takes a seat at the big rectangle table in the board room. He almost forgets for a moment what he’s about to do, as people come in and chat with him before finding their seats. Until Dazai walks in, and his eyes meet with Chuuya’s, and he winks… and now Chuuya’s stomach is doing flips, and he regrets agreeing to this.
But.
Fuck.
Free dinner at that one Japanese steakhouse he likes… he’s for sure gonna get the most expensive things on the menu.
Yeah… who’s gonna be the loser now Dazai, he thinks.
Dazai sits in a spot opposite him at the table. Obviously so he can just get a front row seat to this shit.
Bastard.
Chuuya glares at him, and it annoys him even more when Dazai just smiles back innocently.
Chuuya looks down at his papers… maybe a little distraction will help before this all-
Fuck.
His gaze snaps up, as his breath catches in his throat… someone turns and he coughs to cover up the fact he almost jumped right out of his seat.
The sensation was quick. On and off. But fuck… that’s all it took.
Okay… maybe he miscalculated here. He feels his face get hot, as his eyes slowly rake up to Dazai, who’s just smiling at him. Like a happy little fucking bitch.
“You alright over there? Need a glass of water?” He says so innocently, it burns a fire down to Chuuya’s core.
“Nope. Mind your own fucking business will ya?” He says back, casually.
But his eyes say more than he does… his gaze telling him to go fuck himself… and Dazai’s gaze back tells him, he actually better watch what he says right now.
Dazai has the controls.
And for the next twenty minutes, Chuuya’s body is at his mercy.
What a dangerous position to be in.
Still, he goes back to focusing on his paperwork, the only distraction he has right now and… he feels the familiar hum of the vibrations stirring in his cunt again. They’re slow and obviously on the lowest setting, but holy shit it feels good. He shifts in his seat subtly, trying to chase what little feeling Dazai’s giving to him, and fuck he wants more already.
He feels like Dazai reads his mind as he feels it slowly get quicker… and quicker… it’s fucking delicious… but he tries to not make it obvious when he looks over at him… and it immediately pisses him off that he’s talking to someone, yet playing trigger happy with the remote.
Still, he feels the pleasure build and radiate through his hips and he clenches his thighs… feeling how hard his clit is and how good it feels to press up against it.
And… shit.
His pleasure ramps up… and fast.
He looks over to Dazai… and he’s still occupied.
Shit.
Did he like… forget…? Or is this intentional.
He’s gonna cum, and holy shit, he isn’t paying attention is he?
Chuuya clenches his thighs together as his hands grip the table.
He tries to focus, but he’s in too deep… so he has no choice but to ride it.
And he does.
Fairly well.
His orgasm radiates through his body. Warmth spreading throughout his pulsing cunt and up through his core.
He inhales and holds his breath, as he hides behind his propped up hand in front of his face.
Then the vibrations slow down.
Of course they do.
Like Dazai would forget that he had all of Chuuya’s self worth in the palm of his hand.
Okay… he handled that one well, yeah… but… he knows it’s only the beginning.
And for Chuuya, all it takes is one orgasm and the floodgates open for more. Sometimes literally. Hopefully not literally this time.
He exhales, as he looks up to Dazai looking over at him. With his stupid little smirk.
Bastard.
Nope. Chuuya’s stupid to think Dazai’s just forgotten… or that he’s gonna go easy on him.
Chuuya’s practically signed his cunt away to the devil.
The boss walks in for the meeting right on schedule, and Chuuya curses under his breath.
Twenty minutes.
That’s all he has to hang on for… and that’s actually not a very long time… but he has a feeling it’s going to be the longest agonizing twenty minutes of his life.
And of course, Dazai is quick to resume his torture, when the meeting starts.
Chuuya keeps his head down, as the speed picks up. His leg bouncing in both anticipation and anxiety. It’s a weird mix of pleasure… even more so that it’s public, and at work on top of it all.
Yet, it’s anxiety inducing knowing this can very well end badly if he’s not careful.
He feels the buildup again, and he’s wet. So wet. He doesn’t want to look at Dazai… tries not to, but he can feel his gaze, hot and heavy… boring into him.
So he looks.
Of course he does.
Dazai’s head is down, pen on his paper, but he obviously feels Chuuya’s gaze when he looks because his eyes slowly flick up under his lashes.
He looks devious, and it makes Chuuya’s head swim as he cums again. His eyes squeezing shut, before he opens them again to Dazai still watching shamelessly at him.
He’s challenging him.
Fuck.
He turns up the pace, and Chuuya locks eyes with him. His gaze piercing right back to the bastard. He is not going to look away even if it kills him.
Dazai’s gaze is taunting… “you can’t handle it.”
Chuuya’s gaze back is just as challenging… “watch me.”
Another orgasm. This one makes his breath hitch in his throat… his thighs close up tightly… but his gaze doesn’t falter.
The eye contact is hot, and his eyelids flutter even as his eyes bore into Dazai’s with all the willpower he has.
But then right as he comes down, Dazai smirks, and fuck… does it do something fucking feral to him.
So much so, that the gasp that escapes him, catches him off guard as his previous orgasm tumbles into an even fiercer one.
His hand luckily catches the rest of the sound.
“Chuuya. Something to add?” Mori says, as everyone turns.
Chuuya swallows hard, as the vibrations crank down to a devilish simmer, buried right into his g-spot.
Uncomfortably nagging him with threats that could resume any second.
He clears his throat. “Mm.. no. Nothing. Sorry boss. Allergies.”
“Right.” Mori resumes.
Fuck.
That was close.
He feels Dazai’s eyes hot against his skin again, as he twists the dial on the remote that is going to detonate him at any moment.
Chuuya almost wishes he had a bomb strapped to him instead… at least it would end all traces of him after the fact.
He checks his watch… and fuck… why is time going by so slowly.
He feels how much he’s dripping, and adjusts himself in his seat again. The low hum of the vibrations are nice, but the way they edge him, makes him want more.
He wonders if this is even worse than just putting it on full speed.
His pleasure rocks him in torment… plays with him… it’s not enough speed to cum… but just enough to keep him right on the edge of something.
And the longer Dazai edges him, the harder he’s gonna cum, which could be a good thing… but also a very very bad thing.
He flicks his eyes to meet Dazai’s as he gives him a look that screams hurry up, but Dazai just adjusts his gaze back on the boss, much to Chuuya’s dismay.
Fuck. He can’t help but worry, that he’s planning someth-
“Boss.” Dazai raises his hand. “I have something to add about the mission from yesterday.”
Fuck fuck fuck.
“Oh, the sting you and Nakahara did. Go on.”
Chuuya bites his lip as he feels the vibrations pick back up in speed, as he tries but fails to keep his breathing steady.
Shit.
He doesn’t hear a damn thing Dazai says.. all he can hear is the blood rushing to his head.
“Chuuya can you elaborate?”
Shit.
“Chuuya…”
Oh god. Everyone is looking.
“Uhh… yeah…? I’m sorry… I didn’t-“
“He asked if that perp got bail.” Dazai chimes in happily. But his fingers crank the button up further.
Fuck.
“Uh. Ohh… uh…”
His orgasm hits him, and his hand slaps onto his face, as he hides it. Holy shit it’s intense. He thinks it might last forever as he feels a familiar wetness slowly roll down in between his thighs.
“Chuuya… answer.” Oh he’s mad.
“YES… Sir. Shit.” He jumps, and throws his head into his arms on the table and groans.
“S… sorry…. I think… I’m unwell.” His face tilts to the side, as someone comments on how pale he looks.
“Just… don’t mind….me.”
Fuck, he’s so done for. He can’t even look at Dazai.
“Chuuya, please try to focus.”
“Yes… sir. Sorry… sir.” He groans again, this time out of misery.
He checks his watch, and thank god there’s only five more minutes.
Chuuya doesn’t know how many times he’s cum, or how much more he can cum… but his legs clench, as he feels the pattern of the vibrations change.
To his favorite.
Of fucking course.
His breathing quickens as he tries to hide it… and thankfully everyone has moved on because he has no clue what his face looks like right now.
His orgasm rolls into him hard, as he feels more fluid between his thighs, his clit aching from so many orgasms, yet not enough friction. He peeks up at Dazai with murder in his eyes, but before he can register his reaction… another one. And another one right after.
He bites down so hard on his lip to stifle a moan, that he draws blood.
Goddamnit he might actually pass out.
This setting does it to him every time…
He groans into his arms as he buries his head into them, his thighs push together, as he cums one last time. His body just taking it. Spent.
If he had one, he’d be waving a white flag right now.
The meeting finally ends, and Chuuya stays where he is with his head buried so no one will talk to him… as people walk by and pat him on the shoulder in obvious sympathy.
Dazai is last to leave.
“Such a good puppy. Go change… dinner’s on me tonight.” He sing songs as he leaves the board room.
Chuuya’s gonna order one of everything off that fucking menu tonight.