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Feather-light fingers traced down his side, brushing along his silky skin and over each rib until a hand cupped his hip; the dainty touch seared his sweat-slicked flesh, sending bolts of lightning down his spine.
Chuuya moaned erotically, his head thrown back, his hair wild and splayed across the pillow as he arched beautifully against Dazai.
“You need to stop teasing me.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Dazai murmured against his throat, kissing Chuuya’s neck, nipping and sucking his way down to his collarbone.
“Besides...chibi has to ask nicely if he wants me to give him what he needs.”
Chuuya slapped a hand above his head, placing his palm against the headboard. He hooked his legs around the executive’s waist and rolled his hips.
Dazai snapped his hips upward, slamming his cock into Nakahara’s prostate.
Stars burst behind Chuuya’s eyes and he screamed, shamelessly crying out the brunet’s name at the top of his lungs as Dazai thrust into him again, and again, and again until he was a quivering mess, his thighs squeezing Dazai’s waist.
Chuckling huskily, Dazai leered down at Chuuya, staring into blue eyes blown wide with lust.
“Is there something you want to ask me?”