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“...Are you serious?”
“Wh-” Atsushi sputtered, “Out of all the things we’ve tried, this gets that kind of reaction out of you?! I’ve eaten your ass multiple times, Osamu!”
“Exactly! So why do you want me to sit on your face?! How would that be any different?”
“It just sounds hot!”
Dazai raised a brow, “You seriously want my bony, pancake ass on your face?”
“Only if you want to,” Atsushi nodded with a way too serious look on his face that made Dazai chuckle.
“Yeah, sure. Let’s do it.”
“Really?” Atsushi’s eyes sparkled, his excitement looking more akin to someone winning the lottery than to having his boyfriend agree to sit on his face. It brought a smile to Dazai’s face. Atsushi could be so weird sometimes, but Dazai was a weirdo too. Just two weirdos who loved each other more than anything.
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Dazai could already feel his thighs shaking ever so slightly as he straddled Atsushi’s face. This position was way more embarrassing than he predicted. His eyes glanced around the room, looking for anything to focus on. When he found nothing, he glanced down over his shoulder to look at his boyfriend.
Only the upper half of Atsushi’s face was visible, the lower half obviously hidden under Dazai. Even so, Dazai could tell how excited he was. Sunset eyes were roaming the brunette’s thighs and ass, half-lidded with lust. Then their eyes met and Atsushi gave a small smile, even though Dazai couldn’t really see it.
“I’m ready when you are.”
Dazai couldn’t trust his voice at that moment, so he just nodded stiffly and shut his eyes because he really didn’t know where to look. Keeping himself balanced with his hands on Atsush’s chest, Dazai slowly lowered his hips. A small gasp escaped him when he felt Atsushi’s warm breath against his skin, then the weretiger’s lips leaving a trail of kisses up his thigh slowly leading towards his destination.
“Ah!” Dazai jumped when Atsushi blew a small puff of air against his entrance, “Atsushi!” He pouted and lightly pinched his boyfriend’s side, “Don’t tease me like that!”
Atsushi chuckled, “Sorry, sorry. That was cute, though.” He only got a huff in response. Cute. He trailed his hands up Dazai’s thighs until he reached the older man’s ass and spread his cheeks apart with his thumbs. Dazai was still hovering over his face, so he tilted his chin up to give an experimental lick over his hole.
“Oh…” Dazai trembled. It felt so different in this position, definitely not in a bad way. He let himself be slowly guided by Atsushi’s gentle hands to finally sit on the weretiger’s face. His face went bright red when the man under him let out a soft moan and he could feel it against his entrance. “AtsuSHI-”
Atsushi gave a firmer lick, keeping Dazai in place with a firm grip on his hips. That was all the warning the bandaged man got before Atsushi didn’t hold back anymore. He lapped at Dazai’s entrance like it was the most delicious thing in the world, making the detective soaking wet.
Instinctively, Dazai’s hand came up to cover his mouth and muffle the moans spilling out of his mouth. Atsushi wasn’t about to miss out on his delightful noises, though. One hand released Dazai’s hip to instead grab his arm and gently guide it back down, Dazai let him.
With his hips now partially free from Atsushi’s grip, Dazai didn’t even think when he started rolling them, desperate to feel more of Atsushi’s tongue. The weretiger let out a deep groan like he was the one being pleasured, digging his nails into Dazai’s thighs as he worked harder to draw out those sweet noises.
A mix of a squeak and a moan escaped Dazai’s lips when he felt the tip of Atsushi’s tongue push inside of him, “Oh, fuck-”
Atsushi slid his tongue as deep as it could go, flicking and flexing it in a way that he couldn’t move his fingers. He gasped when Dazai’s fingers suddenly tangled themselves in his silver hair.
“Atsu…! God,” Dazai threw his head back and ground down on Atsushi’s face harder, using his hair to anchor himself, “You’re so- ah- so fucking good!”
The hand that wasn’t gripping Atsushi’s hair went to stroke his leaking cock, but Atsushi beat him to it. Dazai let out a soft gasp as the other’s hand gripped his cock firmly and wasted no time stroking him quickly, squeezing at just the right spots.
“Oh! Oh fuck, Atushi!” Dazai cried out, clenching around the tongue that was fucking him so skillfully. His hips stilled, save for their twitching, unsure if he wanted to continue grinding down onto Atsushi’s tongue or fuck up into the hand around his dick.
Luckily for him, he didn’t have to make a decision because Atsushi closed his lips around Dazai’s rim and sucked, pushing Dazai over the edge.
“Atsushi!!” Dazai’s thighs shook as he came, spilling pearly white cum all over Atsushi’s hand and chest. Soft, whiny moans continued to escape him as Atsushi stroked him through his orgasm and planted small kisses around his rim.
When he finally came down from his high, his fingers slipped out of Atsushi’s hair as he went limp, laying his head on Atsushi’s stomach.
Atsushi continued leaving kisses on the brunette’s thighs, gently rubbing his back with his clean hand. “So,” He started with a smile, “I’m going to guess you liked that?”
All Dazai could do was nod. He was still panting, trying to catch his breath. His dazed eyes glanced at Atsushi’s erection, hard and leaking precum on his stomach, right next to Dazai’s face. Letting out a shaky breath, he grasped it, “You’re so hard, Atsu…”
A shiver went down the weretiger’s spine, “Ye-Yeah. It’s fine th- Oh-”
Dazai circled his tongue around the head, humming contently at the taste. He began slowly stroking the shaft, watching with half-lidded eyes as more precum oozed from the slit. “You really got this hard from me sitting on your face?” He giggled, “Atsu is a perv~”
“Hush,” Atsushi bit the other man’s thigh in retaliation, smirking when Dazai let out a soft cry.
“Ahngh- Got it, putting my mouth to better use now.”
With that, Dazai took the head into his mouth, drawing a soft groan out of Atsushi. He slowly worked his way down, pausing when he got about halfway and the tip pressed against the back of his throat. He hummed softly as he moved his tongue against the shaft and his hand stroked whatever wasn’t in his mouth.
Meanwhile, Atsushi brought his attention back to Dazai’s thighs that were still straddling his face. Quickly wiping his dirtied hand off with a tissue from the bedside table, he took a hold of the older man’s hips again. He kissed and nibbled at Dazai’s thighs, occasionally sucking on the pale skin to leave blossoming hickeys. A soft moan escaped him as Dazai’s whimpers sent vibrations down his cock.
Dazai swallowed around the cock in his mouth with a whine, feeling the heat of arousal pool in his stomach again. He lifted his head up with a gasp and looked over his shoulder, “Atsu-Atsushi…” He panted, “I want you to fuck me.”
Their eyes met, both hazy with lust. Atsushi’s grip on Dazai’s hips tightened as he took in the other’s appearance; face flushed bright red, eyes half lidded and desperate, lips shiny with spit. Dazai was a work of art.
“Fuck…” Atsushi mumbled as another strike of arousal shot through him, “Yeah- Yeah, I can definitely do that.” He reached over to the bedside table again, hand fumbling in the drawer in search of the lube.
While he did that, Dazai moved so he was straddling Atsushi’s hips instead and facing him. He nuzzled against the other’s cheek with a needy whine, “Kiss me.”
Atsushi let out a chuckle as he placed the lube on the bed so he could cup Dazai’s face, “Cute.” He pressed their lips together. It wasn’t long before their tongues were rubbing together, both men moaning as they swapped the tastes of each other.
Dazai grabbed one of Atsushi’s hands and guided it to rest on his ass, silently urging him to hurry up and prep him (despite being the one who distracted Atsushi with a kiss, the brat). The younger man let out an amused hum between their kisses, giving his butt a quick squeeze before grabbing the lube again.
They pulled away so Atsushi could focus on lubing up three of his fingers. Dazai shivered in anticipation at the wet sound.
A louder-than-intended moan escaped him when Atsushi pressed just the tip of his finger in, still sensitive from his orgasm just a few moments ago. He pouted when he saw Atsushi’s amused look and buried his face in the pillow under the other man’s head, letting out a grumble when Atsushi mumbled “Cute,” again.
More moans and whines slipped out as Atsushi slowly fucked him with his finger. His hips pushed back against the weretiger’s hand, silently begging for more. “Oh!” Dazai gasped when Atsushi pressed against his prostate and clenched around his finger with a whimper, “More…”
He couldn’t see Atsushi’s face, but he just knew he had that smile on his face as another finger was pushed in. The fingers fucked him faster, aiming for his prostate with each thrust to make him moan and squirm.
Atsushi let out a quiet growl as Dazai moaned right next to his ear and gripped onto his shoulders. Then, some questions came to mind: Could he make Dazai cum again just like this? Then could he fuck him and make him cum a third time on his cock? What would Dazai sound like if he did? Would he cry?
He started fucking Dazai with his fingers in earnest, making the older man gasp and moan. He added a third finger, scissoring them to stretch Dazai out more.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” Dazai cried out as he squirmed above Atsushi, his body unsure if it wanted to get away from the overwhelming pleasure or if it wanted more. Either way, Atsushi wasn’t relenting and continued to hit Dazai’s prostate dead on. He was gripping Atsushi’s shoulders so hard that they’d probably bruise.
A grin came to Atsushi’s face when he felt Dazai shaking and clenching hard around his fingers, “You gonna cum, sweetie?”
“Ye-eees!” Dazai cried out, “You’re go-gonna make me cu-um again!”
“Go ahead, then,” Atsushi growled in his ear, “Cum.” He paused his thrusts to instead roughly massage Dazai’s prostate, causing the older man’s eyes to roll back as he dug his nails into Atsushi’s skin.
A loud cry barely muffled by the pillow ripped out of his throat as he came a second time. Much smaller spurts of cum shot out of his poor dick that barely had any time to get hard again, landing on Atsushi’s stomach.
Deciding to be kind, Atsushi let him catch his breath. After a few moments of heavy panting from Dazai, the weretiger spoke up, "Do you still want me to fuck you?"
Dazai slowly sat up to look at Atsushi's face. He gave a glare, though it wasn't very effective with drool running down his chin, "You better fuck me."
“Oh, you can still talk,” Atsushi smirked, “I guess I just have to make you cum again.”
With a huff, Dazai grabbed the lube. It was a struggle to open it with shaky hands, but he got it open eventually (without Atsushi’s help because he just watched with clear amusement) and squirted some in his hand. He reached behind himself to grab Atsushi’s cock, watching the weretiger’s face as he slowly stroked him. A triumphant grin grew on his face when the other let out a soft moan.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Dazai lifted his hips (once again struggling because his whole body was shaking) and positioned himself over Atsushi’s cock. He slowly lowered himself, biting his lip to muffle his whimpers as a mix of pleasure and pain spread throughout his body from the oversensitivity. “Ahhh…” He let out a breathy moan when he was fully seated, tears already pricking his eyes.
“Fuck, Osamu…” Atsushi groaned and reached up to grab the back of Dazai’s neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss that left them both panting heavily, “You’re so pretty.”
“I…” Dazai struggled to catch his breath, “I don’t think I can move.” He admitted. His body was totally overwhelmed from his first two orgasms and now with Atsushi buried inside of him, there was no way to get his brain to work enough to gather whatever strength Dazai had left and move his body.
Without hesitation, Atsushi held Dazai’s waist firmly and rolled both of them over so Dazai was splayed out on the mattress. A surprised gasp came from the brunette at the sudden movement, making Atsushi smile confidently. “Better?”
Dazai nodded slowly, not trusting his voice at that moment. His heart pounded hard against his ribcage, it sounded so loud in his own ears, he briefly wondered if Atsushi could hear it with his enhanced senses. As much as Dazai liked riding Atsushi, the weretiger looked really good above him and made him feel helpless in the best way possible.
“Ready?”
Dazai nodded again, much quicker this time.
Atsushi started out slow, watching Dazai’s face for any sign of him wanting to stop. He pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside before carefully sinking back into the tight warmth. That was all it took for Dazai to grip the sheets hard enough that his knuckles turned white and let out a broken gasp, his eyes welling up with tears again. The sight made Atsushi’s hips suddenly snap forward roughly, ripping a moan loud enough to be considered a scream out of Dazai.
“Fu-uck!” Dazai arched his back, “Atsushi! Li-Like that! Don’t hold back, please!”
“You- You sure, baby?” Atsushi panted heavily, gripping Dazai’s hips to keep himself grounded, “You’re so sensitive.”
“Atsushi…” Dazai whined softly, looking up at the weretiger with doe eyes, “Make me cry.”
That seemed to toss any self control Atsushi had out the window. His pupils were so wide that Dazai could barely make out the mix of purple and yellow he adored so much. He looked like a predator, ready to devour Dazai whole. Dazai swore he could even hear a growl from the man above him, but he didn’t have time to think about it as Atsushi suddenly pulled out and slammed back in without any of the caution he had before. Dazai screamed.
Atsushi’s hunger only grew as he watched tears fall down Dazai’s flushed cheeks one by one. His grip on the older man’s hips tightened, surely leaving bruises for him to kiss. That was for later, though. Now, Atsushi leaned down to collect the warm, salty tears on his tongue, pressing a kiss to the corner of Dazai’s eye.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Osamu,” He growled softly, “I should make you cry more often. Would you like that?”
Dazai didn’t answer, the intense mix of pleasure and pain making it impossible for the detective to have a single thought. All he could do was cry, drool, and try to beg Atsushi for God knows what. All Dazai knew was that he wanted Atsushi, he couldn’t get enough of him and wanted more, as much as possible.
Brown eyes shot wide open when fingers brushed against his half-hard cock, a broken sob falling past his lips. Atsushi continued to play with his dick, twirling a finger around the wet, red head. The weretiger sat up again so he could observe Dazai’s whole body; the way his back arched, his hips twitched almost violently, his hands clawed at the sheets, too shaky and weak to grip onto them properly. Gorgeous.
“I’m close, Osamu,” Atsushi groaned, fucking Dazai with deep, hard thrusts, “Think you can cum for me one more time, baby? Just one more for me?”
“Ye- AhahAH- Ple-eease!” Dazai cried out despite his legs instinctively trying to snap closed. The hand that was on his waist moved to one of his thighs, keeping his legs open just wide enough for Atsushi to continue his ministrations.
The weretiger leaned his head back, his eyes sliding shut for a moment to focus on the sensation of Dazai tightening and twitching around his cock and the loud cries pouring out of his pretty mouth. Atsushi opened his eyes when he felt that knot in his stomach tighten, ready to snap at any moment. He focused on Dazai’s face as he gave one last command, “Cum.”
The scream that Dazai let out shook Atsushi to his very core. Dazai withered against the bed, tears streaming down his face as he shook violently from the waves of orgasm crashing against him. Except, Atsushi noticed…
Nothing came out.
A dry orgasm.
“Fu-Fuck!” Atsushi’s own orgasm came crashing suddenly. His hips slammed against Dazai’s one last time, shaking along with his legs as he shot his cum deep inside Dazai. His nails dragged down the older man’s thighs, leaving angry red lines where his bandages didn’t reach. Dazai let out another cry at the feeling, much quieter than the last.
They both fell limp when they came down from their highs, Atsushi luckily being careful enough to fall mostly to the side of Dazai instead of right on top of him.
They laid there for a long while, panting, shaking, and sweating. Their fingers interlocked, gently squeezing to bring themselves and each other down easily.
Atsushi was the first to move, slowly pulling out and earning a weak whine from Dazai. He smiled softly, brushing the brunette’s bangs away from his sweaty forehead to press a kiss there. “That was… more intense than I thought it would be. Do you want a bath?”
Dazai shook his head, “Sleepy.”
Atsushi let out a breathy laugh, “Thought so. I’ll go get a washcloth, though. Be right back.” He slowly got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom with shaky legs. When he came back with the cloth in hand, he saw Dazai giving him sleepy puppy dog eyes, silently begging him to hurry. Cute.
He was careful when washing Dazai, trying not to overstimulate him too much. Once he cleaned up all the cum, sweat, drool, and tears he could, he was being tugged to lay on the bed again by his bandaged boyfriend. Atsushi didn’t resist at all.
“Thanks for trying this out, Osamu,” He said quietly against the other man’s shoulder. He chuckled when the response he got was an incoherent, sleepy mumble. It was safe to assume they’d do this again.