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DAY 23: PRAISE KINK
“Oh, god, fucking your mouth is like fucking a wood chipper. Don’t flatter yourself.” I take a pointedly measured sip of my drink, glancing at Chuuya sidelong with my eyebrows raised.
“Wood chipper!?” He scoffs, slamming his glass down and kicking my ankle sharply. “Oh, fuck off. You wouldn’t demand it ninety percent of the time if that was actually fuckin’ true.” He glares at me for a moment before adding “Which it ain’t!” As if that’s a good argument.
“Mm.” I shrug one shoulder, using the motion as an excuse to shift sideways to face him more directly. “Perhaps I have a predilection for shoving my dick places it doesn’t belong. Maybe I like feeling like it’s being mashed and cut to pieces. Maybe I live for the thrill of wondering what it will look like when I finally pull it–”
“Fuck off!” Chuuya cuts me off with a shove so forceful I slide off the barstool, catching myself and gracefully standing as if it had been my intention. Now, I say this… but I’m preeeetty buzzed… so let’s leave my idea of ‘graceful’ left up to creative interpretation.
“Now, Slug. That is a compliment.” I slink around my previously occupied stool to stand beside Chuuya, looking down at him as he tilts back his glass with that everpresent tension set on his features.
“Compliment my ass,” he mumbles into the glass before tilting it back again to down what’s left.
“Impossible. Your ass is basically concave.”
Chuuya lets out an indignant choking sound and slams his palm down. “That ain’t what I said ‘n you fuckin’ know it!”
“Ugh… Fiiiine.” I drape myself over the bar before straightening abruptly. “You want compliments? Fine. But you must give them back. I’ll prove I’m better at this-” I wave my hand in a vague circle “-positive reinforcement than you are.”
“Christ, you’re so fucking corrupt you think compliments are a goddamn manipulation tactic?” He shakes his head but stands up, digging a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket. I watch his hands as he taps one out, placing it between his lips as we make our way to the front of the bar.
“Well… they are.”
“No. They’re not.” He speaks around the cigarette, holding a lighter up to light it. As soon as he lowers the cigarette from his lips to exhale, I pluck it from his fingers and take a drag myself.
“What a delightfully optimistic point of view.” I pass the cigarette back and we start down the street.
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“Okay, my precious- little- murderous… little guy.” Well, this is more difficult than anticipated.
“Ew!” Chuuya kicks my shin. “The hell was that? Talk normal, bastard. Compliments. Not pet names. Not ‘little guy’.” His face scrunches up in exaggerated disgust.
“Well–” My smile falters for a split second before I recover. “How about…” I step closer, putting a hand on either side of his hips. “These pants… er… your ass looks better without them on.”
Chuuya jerks backwards, scowling at me. “Oh fuck off! Give a little fuckin' effort! To me. Once in your pathetic life, egocentric motherfucker!”
“Oh, Chuuya,” I gasp and clasp my hand over my heart. “Now who’s sweet talking who?” I say a bit breathlessly. Chuuya narrows his eyes and starts unhooking his belt with disproportionate violence.
“Got more where that came from, dipshit. I heard you talk smoother to a goddamn parking garage attendant,” he deadpans. “Now pretend I have somethin’ you want. Pretend I got that ticket you lost that’s costing you an extra ¥8,000.” He pulls his belt off with an extra snap, entirely unnecessary posturing… as if I didn’t already know he’s irritated. “Hell, pretend I’m a mirror! That oughta get some results outta your vain ass.”
“Ouch, Chuuya. I must say. You are losing this competition spectacularly.” I hook two fingers in his front pants pocket and yank him closer, lifting his hat from his head at the same time and placing it on the dresser behind me. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, clearly. With a disgusted sigh, he crosses his arms, rolling his eyes with such performance it triggers flashbacks of sixteen year old Chuuya having enough of my bullshit.
“Fine.” The word drips from his mouth with such disdain I feel I may have lost my grasp on the situation. “Sometimes, when you touch me, my dick gets hard. There. I’m one up.”
With a huff of laughter, I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling for a moment. “Truly a master of prose. My knees. They’re weak. My heart. It aches.” I guide him backwards towards the bed, my hands on his hips.
“Damn right.” The corner of his mouth twitches just slightly enough to give him away.
“Mm. Now get on the bed and do something you’re actually good at.” I nudge his shoulder with two fingers. “Being mediocre at getting me off.”
“Tch. You’re just provin' my fucking point. Get it? You suck at this. I win.” His fingers unbutton his shirt with a deftness that draws my gaze.
“You win? You haven’t complimented me. Your physiological reactions have nothing to do with me.” I slide my hands across his chest and down his sides the moment his shirt is opened far enough.
“Shit. Better’n what you said.”
“You…” I distract from the blank I'm drawing by trailing a finger up the front of his throat to his chin. “You actually wanna hear me say nice things? You develop a praise kink overnight?”
“Dazai!”
“Fine!” I sigh dramatically. “You-... I like… you. This.” I flick his forehead where it’s pulled together in irritation. “And this.” Swipe my thumb roughly across his lips. “And this.” I slide my hands down to his waist and dig my fingers in for a moment before sliding them further down and pulling his hips flush against mine. “Your… annoying voice. And your–god–the way you look at me. Now get on the damn bed, you’re too short to fuck standing up.”
“I look at you like I want you to spontaneously combust.”
“Mhm… trying to set me aflame with just your eyes. A true romantic you are,” I wave my hand in a flippant gesture as I shrug my shirt off.
“Ugh. Shut the fuck up.”
“Thought you wanted me to say nice things, Slug,” I say mockingly. “I could spout bullshit about how great your ass is for hours if you let me put my dick in it.” I make quick work of my pants as I watch him lay out on the bed on his back.
“You’d never last that long,” he scoffs, lifting his hips to push his pants down to his thighs.
“Worth a try.” I grab the bottom of his pants and pull them off, dropping them to the floor before crawling over top of him. With a hand braced on either side of his head, I drop my hips to his. The way he presses up into it sends a wave of jagged want through me.
“Mm. Like that.” My voice comes out less than genuine again. How the fuck… is lying about every little fucking thing easier than this?
Chuuya looks up at me, unimpressed. “That?”
I roll to the side, pulling him with me so he’s on top.
“Yeah.” I take a deep breath. “The way you move. The hip tilt, back arch. When you lean into what I’m doing.” I slide my hands to his ass and pull him against me. “I like that too. Makes me wanna fuck you dry till you punch me.”
“Getting closer.” Chuuya leans down, pulling my lower lip between his teeth and sliding his tongue across it. His hips grind down against mine, tilting until our cocks press together between us
“Motivate me.” My finger dips into the cleft of his ass, teasing lightly over his rim. He huffs out a breath, clearly feigning annoyance, and drops lower down my body. I let my fingers trail through his hair as he settles between my legs.
“Assume face fucking wouldn’t be appropriate during this little experiment?” I say with a sigh.
“No.” He licks a stripe up my cock and presses his tongue down on the head. “We can do that tomorrow… wash this disgusting attempt at niceties out of our mouths.”
“I’ve heard no niceties out of your mouth.” I place a hand on the back of his head as he takes me in his mouth, guiding him gently. “Fuck… best fucking wood chipper I’ve ever put my cock in. Deeper…. Like that. Good boy-”
For a moment I think he’s gagging but then he pulls off completely and his laughter hits me. His shoulders shaking, the sound higher and breathier than usual. My lips quirk into a grin before I can stop them.
“Are you laughing at me? You asked for this. And now you’re laughing at me,” I say, with false irritation, knowing I’d do anything I can to keep that sound coming out of him.
“Yeah. Asked for compliments, praise, nice things, whatever the fuck ya wanna call it. Not callin’ me ‘good boy’ like some daddy kink bullshit.” He strokes me once, slick with his saliva and mutters “You suck at every version of this.” before taking me in his mouth again.
“Mm, yes, that’s it.” I place my hand on the back of his head, fingers sliding through his hair. “Take what Daddy gives you,” I say in a low, breathy voice and thrust shallowly into his mouth.
Chuuya chokes and pulls off laughing again, sending a surge of affection through me.
“Dazaiii! Fuckin’ stop,” he laughs, forehead resting on my hip. I laugh lightly and angle my hand on the back of his head to urge him up to me.
“C’mere.”
He obliges and moves back up my body where I pull him into a deep kiss and roll us over.
“That is–” I kiss the corner of his mouth, “my favorite sound. Amongst a few others.” His head tilts back as I move down to kiss his neck, arching up against me and urgency blooms between us. Fast and intense. My fingers find the bottle of lube beside us.
He spreads his legs, hiking one over my hip as I slide a hand between us. The small hitch in his breath, exhale halted, when I slide a finger inside him, voids my brain just like it does every fucking time.
My tongue drags over the muscles of his neck, feeling them jump when I add a second finger. I pull his skin between my teeth and his fingers dig into my back, sliding beneath edges of my bandages.
I withdraw my fingers and line myself up, pausing. His hand slides to my ass and he pulls me into him, rocking his hips up to force me inside.
“Fuck, I love when you do that,” I groan against his temple. “Keep going.” My lips brush against his skin, slightly damp with sweat.
He rolls his hips beneath me, controlling the pace with effortless confidence. All I have to do is meet him.
When a moan passes his lips, broken in a way that tells me he was fighting it, I slide one hand back through his hair, tangling near the roots where the heat of him can seep through my fingertips.
“You sound… fuck…”
“Bastard. Finish that sentence.” His hand moves to the back of my neck, fingers digging in almost threateningly. “Or admit you lose.”
“Me? You haven’t said anything… but fine–” I drop my head and speak into his hair. “You sound hot as fuck. Makes my heart skip. My cock hard and my stomach flip like a fucking teenager.” I fuck into him harder, taking back control of the pace. “You feel so fucking good. Make me cum harder than anyone else can.”
I reach between us to stroke him and he bites back another groan.
“You- fuck -I need this,” he sighs out like it costs him too much to admit. “Need. Want. You. All the fucking time.”
“Aw, look at you being good.” My mocking lilt comes back before I can stop it. Because how can I not ruin this?
“Dazai! God dammit!!”
I pull back and press my lips to his forehead, tension coiling tighter. “Sorry… You win. By default.” Another shiver washes through me. “Fuck–you close?”
“I hate you-” his voice cracks, pulling around the words.
“I know.” I tighten my grip on his cock as I fall past the edge of my control. The first wave hits as I spill deep inside him and I feel him clench around me as he cums. Warmth coats my hand and hits my stomach, spreading between us as I sink down against him and wrap my arms around him. His body still trembling as I roll us sideways so I can hold him.
“You’re such an asshole,” he mumbles against my chest, his fingers trailing up my spine.
“Aw… here I thought we’d stop being sweet once we came.” I finally pull out so I can scoot down and bury my face in his neck.
“We did,” he breathes and presses closer. “Now we never gotta do that shit again.”