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The music is loud, the club is crowded and the smoke lingers in the air as much as the intoxicating scent of alcohol, sweat and several kinds of perfume. Chuuya is but a regular guy in his twenties, an extrovert, who enjoys this kind of setting. He’s not put off by the overwhelming crowd in the slightest and, if he can grope an ass or two, he won’t complain. That being said, he’s currently in his natural habitat, a drink in hand, cigarette in the other.
That’s why he doesn’t really say anything when he feels a tall man come up behind him, beginning to sway his body at the same rhythm as Chuuya’s. However, Chuuya likes to be in control, so he swiftly turns them around, shifting their positions and standing behind the tall man. Despite the overwhelming difference in height, Chuuya does not seem the slightest bit affected by it when he starts grinding against the man, holding his hips firmly and making sure the man’s plump ass lands directly on his crotch. Chuuya doesn’t take long to grow hard and to make sure the other man feels it between his buttcheeks. He feels the other man stiffen a little, but quick to relax and he leans up to whisper in his ear.
“What do you say we head out a little? I’m sure you have an amazing mouth.” The man’s breath catches in his throat and Chuuya hears him swallowing in dry, before he nods, and Chuuya smirks, groping his ass and starting to make his way out of the club.
“So what’s your name, pretty boy?”
“Dazai.”
“Mine’s Chuuya. What do you say you put that mouth to good use?”
… And that’s how Dazai ended up blowing a stranger half his age in the middle of a dark alleyway.
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“So you’re telling me you sucked a stranger off last night.” Oda, Dazai’s close friend, and advisor, says as he stands next to the other man.
“Yeah, and it was amazing.” He says, laying his head on top of his arms, on the hard wooden desk. “He had the biggest, fattest cock I’ve ever seen.”
Oda scrunches his nose and shakes his head. “Too much information, Dazai.”
“But you don’t get it! I didn’t even get his number or anything! Just his name.” Dazai whines, looking up at Oda from his current position.
“And? What does that mean?”
“You know what it means.” Dazai grins. “Look him up. His name is Chuuya.”
The redhead sighs, but nods and makes his way out of Dazai’s office. Considering who he works for, he can’t really disobey, so sometimes Oda finds himself doing the most ridiculous tasks, like searching up a random guy whose cock his Boss sucked last night. But he does it nonetheless, and brings Dazai a file report.
“Nakahara Chuuya, twenty two, student at Yokohama University… Hm…” Dazai looks at the report, and he has access to everything - contact, address, daily routine - Oda never ceases to amaze him.
So what does Dazai do? He appears by Chuuya’s university when the boy is leaving.
“Dazai? What a coincidence.” Chuuya says, though he finds himself grinning a little.
“Hiya Chuuya~” He smiles, walking up to the younger boy. He’s dressed up rather casually, in a tight turtleneck and loose straight pants, both in a pitch black colour. Chuuya himself had opted for a hoodie and skinny jeans with rips on the knees. “I’m glad we ran into each other.”
“Oh? Why’s that? Is someone needy?”
“Mayhaps. Care to come with me?” Dazai smirks and obviously Chuuya is more than willing to say yes to such a proposition.
He takes Chuuya to his place, a rather simplistic penthouse in the centre of Yokohama and Chuuya blinks, not having really expected the other to be, well, rich. So, needless to say he was pleasantly surprised.
“Like the place?”
“Yeah, pretty cool to be honest.” Chuuya hums, looking around the house. Despite knowing penthouses are ridiculously expensive, he doesn’t find Dazai to look extremely rich.
“Wanna see the bedroom?” Dazai smirks and Chuuya licks his lips, simply following the brunet to the master bedroom.
Except that, when they get there, the unexpected happens. At least in Dazai’s expectations. Chuuya all but pins him to the bed, kissing him deeply and straddling him before Dazai can even realise what’s happening. He kisses back feverishly, using tongue, gasping, grasping at Chuuya’s shirt while trying to shift underneath him. Despite being so small, Chuuya is heavy, and does not allow Dazai to get from underneath him.
“Nuh huh, pretty boy.. You’re not fucking me. I make the rules here.”
Now.. Dazai has never bottomed. How the fuck does he tell Chuuya that?
Well, he doesn’t. He’ll just let it happen.
Chuuya is slow in preparing him, but it’s a rope of new feelings for Dazai. At first it hurts a little, he winces and notices the ginger takes it slow, but soon he starts feeling better and the other’s fingers start going in more easily.
“Fuck..” Dazai gasps as he lays on the bed.
Chuuya’s looking at him from above, taking in all the beauty on Dazai’s skin. He’d already noticed the bandages and found it a little odd for the man to have so many around his body, but hadn’t pried. He just allowed his gaze to burn on the other’s pale and scarred body. He was curious about the amount of scars, but to each one their own, and maybe Dazai’d had a rough past. It wasn’t his place to ask, anyway. “You’re beautiful.”
Dazai gasps, feeling his cheeks dust slightly. “Q-quiet.”
Chuuya laughs and leans down to kiss him again. “That’s cute.”
He doesn’t let Dazai cum on his fingers, pulling them out even though the other is rock hard and leaking with precum. He makes work of cleaning off his hand and rolls a condom down on his cock, which Dazai is basically drooling for.
“Ya want this cock?” Chuuya smirks, grabbing his cock and giving it a few lazy strokes. He’s rather long and thick and he knows that and takes advantage of it.
“Fuck, please Chuuya.” Dazai almost chokes out, spreading his legs as much as physically possible just so he can have Chuuya inside. He doesn’t know what takes over him – he’s never bottomed and yet here he is, spreading his legs for a man’s cock – but he just knows he needs Chuuya’s cock deep inside him.
So Chuuya decides not to torture him and slowly pushes inside Dazai, who moans loudly and grips onto Chuuya’s back, digging his nails deep in the other’s freckled skin. Chuuya lets him adjust and then he slowly begins thrusting into him, groaning lowly as he feels the movements easing up as he moves. Dazai’s tight as fuck even so, and Chuuya finds the heat intoxicating, addictive. Like he needs more and more. Like he could be inside Dazai for hours to no end. That’s the kind of body Dazai had.
“Oh fuck, Chuuya I- I-!” Dazai moans loudly, back arching off the bed so hard Chuuya is surprised it didn’t snap, and, without warning, he spills on top of his stomach, which honestly surprises Chuuya. How the fuck did Dazai cum so fast? Is he a teenager or something? Or just pent-up?
“Came already? That’s too soon, I’m not even halfway through~” Chuuya grins, feeling Dazai’s ass pulsate around his cock. “I hope you can keep going for a few more rounds, pretty boy~”
And Chuuya stays true to his word. He continues fucking into Dazai, becoming rougher as he chases his own orgasm. And Dazai? He loses count of how many times he actually cums, because, at some point, he’s not even thinking anymore; the impact of Chuuya’s cock hitting his prostate is all that occupies his mind and he can’t even form words anymore. He’s loud, he’s nearly screaming, but everything is incoherent and only fragments of words.
At the end of it, Dazai’s left on the bed covered in cum and sweat, gasping for air as he sees Chuuya already getting dressed.
“Leaving?”
“Yeah, I got a job to attend to.” Chuuya sighs, putting his hoodie back on and searching for his jeans. He slips into them and then sits on the edge of the bed, lacing up his boots.
“I thought you were a student?”Dazai tilts his head in confusion.
“Well, I am. But I need to work if I want to pay for my tuition.” Chuuya snorts.
“Well, would you like a sugar daddy?”
Chuuya laughs. “What?”
“I mean it. I’d like to continue seeing you, and money isn’t a problem as you can see.”
Chuuya seems to ponder it for a while, and then he hands Dazai his phone. “Your number.” Dazai grins, inputting his number in Chuuya’s phone. “Well, see ya around. Give me a call whenever.”
While Chuuya’s never had a sugar daddy, he’s well aware how it works. The man has money and decides when he wants sex. What is odd though – not that Chuuya will complain – is that he, the sugar baby, is the top in the setting. But well, he does need the money and his part-time kinda sucks.
And so, the first time he gets a booty call is actually very soon. He's on his way back from his job (he works a four hour shift in a restaurant) and Dazai texts him an address, asking Chuuya to meet there and say that he has a meeting with him at the lobby.
At first, the instructions confuse Chuuya, but when he gets to that address, he sort of gets it — he's in front of a massive building with a luxurious aspect. He remembers seeing Dazai's house and the fact he was rich so.. it wouldn't be too far-fetched for him to own a company or something, even though he looks so young, but heck, some people take over their parents' company, so that could be the case.
He enters, and walks up to what seems like a front desk, where a woman is sitting. "Hello, I have a meeting with Dazai." He says quietly.
The woman almost scoffs at him as she looks up the information. "Your name?"
"Nakahara Chuuya."
She confirms it on her computer and sighs. "You may meet the Boss in his office, on the twentieth floor."
The Boss, huh.
Chuuya really landed himself a good one.
He makes his way to the elevator in order to go up those twenty floors, but he's a little put off by a very particular scent just as he's reaching it. Blood. He scrunches his nose and presses the button to summon the elevator and soon gets inside. He presses the button for the floor he wishes to go to and then stands inside quietly.
The elevator stops halfway through and a man walks in, looking at Chuuya in a puzzled way. Chuuya doesn't say anything and just shifts slightly so both of them can have enough room in the elevator.
The man exits two floors before Chuuya and almost seems to glare at the fact Chuuya is still in there — what business could a random guy like him have with the top floors that not even Akutagawa himself had access to? He fixes his coat as he leaves the elevator and pursues his business, though making a mental note to search that ginger up.
Chuuya finally reaches the top floor, looking around as he notices a massive wooden door in front of him, after a small hallway. Walking up to it, Chuuya knocks.
"Come on in." That's Dazai's voice and Chuuya takes it as the cue to enter the office.
It's massive and luxurious like everything else Dazai owns, and Chuuya walks up to the desk where the other is working. This time Dazai is wearing a suit, a black overcoat resting on the back of his chair and a red scarf draped down on his shoulders. Sort of a weird get up for a company boss.
"Hey, so you called?"
"Indeed." Dazai smiles, signing a few papers. "Ya like the place?"
"Well the front desk lady scoffed at me and some eyebrowless dude glared at me in the elevator." Chuuya rolls his eyes. "But the place looks fine. What's this place anyw—" As Chuuya is talking, the clear sound of gunshots is heard in the background, making him jump slightly. "Were— were those gunshots!?"
And Dazai finally looks up from his papers, his eyes narrowed as they burn on Chuuya's face.
"This, Chuuya, is the Port Mafia."
Chuuya blinks. “I’m sorry, the what now.”
“The Port Mafia.” Dazai repeats. “I thought you knew.”
“That I was fucking a mafioso?”
“Hey I’m not any mafioso. I’m the boss of the Port Mafia.” Dazai pouts.
“That’s even worse!” Chuuya freaks out a little, and it’s honestly endearing for Dazai.
“You think? You literally have the most powerful man in all of Japan wrapped around your little finger. Or, should I say, wrapped around your cock.” Dazai smirks and he sees Chuuya facepalm.
“I.. suppose you’re right.” Chuuya doesn’t straight up admit it, but he actually finds the danger of it kind of hot. Not to mention he does what he wants of the man that actually runs the criminal side of Japan. Okay, that’s actually pretty hot. “You could have told me.”
“But I like the shock factor.” Dazai grins, looking up at the ginger. “The look on your face was priceless.”
“So.. My sugar daddy is a mob boss.”
“Exactly. And said mob boss is very needy of that cock of yours right now.”
Chuuya snorts. “Gosh you are horny huh.”
“And you love that~” Dazai smirks as Chuuya comes around the desk to kiss him passionately on the lips. He makes Dazai stand up and sit on the desk instead, and Chuuya stands in between his legs, ready to unbutton Dazai’s shirt, to toss away the bright crimson scarf and to ravish the man in front of him.
He’s thorough with the prepping and before he knows, his cock is inside Dazai, hands hooked at the bends of Dazai’s knees, making the desk rock with each thrust. The room’s filled with the slight screeching of wood, Dazai’s moans and the sound of skin slapping, and the men don’t even hear the click of the door and the steps heading inside.
“Dazai, we have a meeti-” Oda stands there, seeing the mop of ginger hair buried in his boss’ shoulder, and the pale body covered in bandages clinging to the stranger. Well, it’s not really a stranger after Oda searched him up, right?
It takes Chuuya a little while to assimilate that he just heard a voice, and he slowly lifts his head and widens his eyes when he sees the man much closer than his voice had sounded a second ago. “Eh?”
“Dazai. Meeting.” The man repeats.
Dazai lifts his head and tilts it back to look at Oda, scoffing slightly. “I’m busy.”
“Everyone’s waiting.” He says sternly.
Dazai sighs heavily and straightens up. “Fine! But Chuuya’s coming too.” He says and then leans up to kiss Chuuya’s jaw. “Can I cockwarm you?”
“I-in the meeting?” Chuuya’s still a little freaked by how the man is simply watching and he has stopped thrusting, but is still inside Dazai and now he’s posing this request and-
“Well, I’m the Boss, they can’t really say anything. It’s already bad enough I let my right hand man drag me to a meeting.”
And that’s how Chuuya ends up sitting in a meeting full of mafiosi with his dick inside Dazai.
After it, all the men scatter (after all they could understand what was going on and god, does Dazai have no shame?) and Dazai takes the liberty of bouncing on Chuuya’s dick, still in the office.
“Did you see the way all those men looked at you?” Chuuya asks, though he can’t deny the fact he’s hard and very deep inside Dazai.
“They just looked so jealous. After all, I have a rather attractive man’s cock inside me~”
Chuuya rolls his eyes, but he grabs Dazai’s hips gently. “You’re shameless.”
“Doesn’t it turn you on?” Dazai hums, bouncing a little faster.
“Maybe~” Chuuya grins, thrusting up into Dazai and earning a moan from him. “Get up, Dazai.”
Dazai blinks, but stands up, feeling rather empty when Chuuya’s cock slips out of him. In a second, Chuuya all but flips him and slams him on the large table, standing right in between Dazai’s legs and kissing him passionately. Dazai locks his legs around Chuuya’s waist, pulling him impossibly close and Chuuya makes work of pushing his dick back into Dazai.
He’s merciless, beginning to thrust right away, letting Dazai have all the pleasure he deserves after being such a good boy and cock warming Chuuya. The room is filled with skin slapping noises and Dazai’s moans, who’s mindlessly digging his nails on Chuuya’s back, sometimes reaching up and pulling at those beautiful ginger curls.
“Fuck Chuuya, I’m going to cum-” Dazai moans and Chuuya actually snorts, gripping the base of Dazai’s cock in a way it makes the brunet whimper. “What!?”
“So early.. You cum like a fucking teenager when my cock is in you.” Chuuya laughs, slowing down his thrusts to a lazy grind. What Dazai doesn’t tell him though, is that he had never bottomed until he’d met Chuuya and was completely obsessed with it.
“W-well, you keep f-fucking me, s-so..” Dazai chokes out, breathing heavily and irregularly as Chuuya denies his orgasm. “D-Don’t see you complain..”
“Oh I would never, my beautiful doll~” It’s the first time Chuuya uses a nickname for Dazai and the older man blushes slightly, but looks away, biting on his lower lip. Chuuya decides to stop torturing him, and soon gets back to his regular pace. It doesn’t take too long until Dazai is straight up screaming, cum spilling on top of his stomach while Chuuya fills the condom.
Dazai is breathing heavily on the table, half naked, and Chuuya’s fixing himself up when the door opens. It’s Oda once again, who doesn’t seem to have any issues in seeing Dazai’s dick just hanging out.
But that, for some reason, doesn’t sit well with Chuuya.
“Dazai, why are you still naked?”
“Too lazy to get dressed..”
“And why the fuck are you here?” Chuuya hisses at the man, crossing his arms and glaring at him.
Oda blinks, but says nothing. “Meet me later, Dazai.” That’s all he says before he leaves.
The situation seems to awaken something in Dazai, who sits up and yawns, stretching slightly. “Wow, that was hot.”
“Eh?” Chuuya’s still hissing, though not as harshly this time.
“You talking to Odasaku like that. You do know he’s a high ranked mafioso, right? He could kill you if he wanted.” Dazai hums, reaching for his pants.
“Didn’t you vow protection for me?” Chuuya raises an eyebrow.
“I did, yeah. But if I hadn’t, you’d probably be dead already.” Dazai chuckles. “Talking to him like that.”
“Well, I don’t like that he walks in on us like that. And you don’t say shit about it.” Chuuya says and he actually sounds upset this time.
“Wait.. Are you.. Jealous?” Dazai blinks, standing up once he’s dressed. Chuuya doesn’t miss the slight limp in his walk.
But he also gets a little flustered and looks away, clicking his tongue. “N-no, it’s just weird.”
"You can be honest with me, Chuuya." Dazai says, in a more serious tone.
"Well, it's not like I can demand shit from you." Chuuya huffs, sitting back on the chair and slicking his hair back. He leans back on the chair and tilts his head back.
"Demand?" Dazai sits on the edge of the big table, looking at Chuuya with narrowed eyes. "Do you mean exclusivity?"
At that, Chuuya sighs. He rubs the area between his eyebrows and opens his eyes, taking a deep breath and standing up. "I have to go. My job starts soon."
Dazai nods, swallowing in dry. "Give me a kiss?"
Chuuya blinks, but he complies and kisses Dazai on the lips. He then leaves wordlessly. Dazai stays back in the room, and soon enough Oda’s back inside.
“Odasaku, we need to talk.” Dazai doesn’t have to look to know his friend is inside the room.
“What about?”
“You constantly meddling in between me and Chuuya.”
Oda blinks. “Excuse me? That’s just a plaything, Dazai. Don’t act like he’s important.”
At that, Dazai narrows his eyes. “Silence. Get out of my sight.”