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"Stay down, the fog still hasn't cleared."
"Well, it looks like I won't be going anywhere for a while. I think I might pass out..."
Chuuya, in fact, did not pass out. Really, he almost wishes he did. He has his eyes closed to help with the pain thrumming through his body from the battle. Dazais hand is on his head, fingers carding through his hair. Both of them are pretty badly injured (honestly closer to the brink of death than he'd like to admit), but he can't bring himself to care too much. Not with how the fingers of the man above him are rubbing at his scalp with blissful pressure.
With the thick fog still around them, if Chuuya were able to lift his head slightly and look up, he's sure the image of Dazai's face would be slightly obscured. The thought alone gives him a slight sense of security, they wouldn't be found unless someone were really looking for them. Getting more comfortable, he noses gently at his counterparts' inner thigh. Dazais leg twitches slightly, the movement unexpected, yet not unwelcome.
"Still awake, are you?", the brunette chuckles slightly, voice low.
Well, that's just not fair. Chuuya huffs a shaky breath as confirmation, feeling the crotch of his pants slightly dampen to his chagrin. Exhaustion and pain be damned, he slowly slides an arm under his body, getting his hand close enough under his groin to be able to discreetly apply pressure to the area. Pressing the palm of his hand against the entirety of his swelling hooded clit, he exhales heavily. He buries his face more to the inside of Dazais leg, dangerously close to a suspiciously shaped lump in his pants.
Above him, the detective watches his ex-partners' arm disappear underneath the front of his prone body. He quickly discerns what the man below him might be doing when he starts to feel his face rubbing insistently at his leg. His already half-mast dick twitches in his pants. He lost a ton of blood, so lord knows how he's even able to entertain the thought of getting hard. Oh well, no matter. Who needs to think anyway when your kind-of-definitely-hot-and-damn-I'm-definitely-still-attracted-to ex-partner is basically writhing and grinding on his own hand? Especially with his face that close to his dick? Yeah, there's barely any blood left in his brain now.
The hand that's carding through Chuuyas' ginger mop tightens suddenly, pressing his face closer to its owners definitely obvious bulge. Chuuya doesn't resist, letting Dazai guide his head. The hand still affixed in his hair preventing him from looking up, Chuuya noses along the outline of the taller mans' cock. The grip in his hair tightens and he lets out a muffled grunt, mouth partially obstructed from being practically shoved onto Dazais clothed cock. Unfortunately, he likes that. He grinds down on his hand harder, the mess between his legs seeping through his underwear. It's becoming uncomfortable, his underwear chaffing against the swollen head of his clit.
Throwing caution to the wind, Chuuya wills himself to unzip his pants, relieving the unpleasant sensation. Pants now open, he inches his hand in. Fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of his hood, he lightly pulls the skin back and fingers at his exposed clit. He arches his back slightly, pleasure building low in his belly.
He hears more than he sees Dazai unzipping his own pants, clearly having a similar predicament. Chuuyas heart in his throat, he squeezes his eyes a little tighter when he feels Dazai move his head away slightly. The brunette pushes his pants and underwear down a few inches, just enough to be able to free his cock. Chuuya opens his eyes for the first time in what feels like ages, and has to cross his eyes a bit to focus on what's infront of him: Dazais erect penis. He swallows roughly at the sight, mouth watering a little. Above average, but not too big, just right. He wants that thing inside him. His mouth, his pussy, his ass; he doesn't care. Dipping his own fingers down to his dripping hole, he slicks his fingers and brings them back up to his throbbing clit, circling and pinching slightly. Not feeling the tight grip on his hair anymore, he chances a questioning glance towards the taller man. The man in question grins down at him impishly.
"Use your words, darling."
The grip on Chuuyas hair is back, he nearly moans at the feeling, his scalp burning slightly. Between his fingers working himself and the rough treatment, he isn't too sure if he'd be able to do much more than be a vessel for whatever the man above him wanted. He blinks once, twice and processes the words spoken to him. Voice gravely from misuse while in his cursed state, he responds, "Choke me with your cock, darling"
Chuuya, still looking up, eyes locked with Dazai's, he leans in and licks softly at the tip, collecting the precum beaded there on his tongue. The brunette's breath hitches, anticipating what more the man under him will do. He lets go of his hair, gently running his fingers through it to soothe any ache.
Chuuya licks at the head of his cock again, taking the head between his lips, swirling his tongue around it. Gathering saliva, he rubs his tongue at the frenulum, lightly sucking around the head.
"O-oh.... Just like that, baby.", Dazai praises. Breath shuddering, he wills himself not to buck up into the hot wet mess. He pets at Chuuyas head, carding his fingers through the strands and catching some knots here and there. The hand not occupied with Chuuyas hair is idly gripping at a piece of rubble, one of the many around them. Something to help ground himself, he supposes, as if letting go of it might make him fly into the throes of pleasure.
Feeling more confident, Chuuya takes him in his mouth a bit more, about half-way down, still sucking as he bobs his head. The fingers in his own pants never stop their ministrations, rubbing, pinching between his knuckles, rocking his hips into his fist. He fucks his clit into the space between his knuckles and shudders, chancing taking Dazais cock deeper. More wetness drips from his hole as he chokes a little, taking his dick a little too far. He breathes in deeply, trying to relax his mouth and throat muscles. He never had much of a gag reflex, but it's been a while. After a few seconds of mental preparation, Chuuya eases Dazais cock to the back of his mouth, past the opening of his throat. Tears prick at his eyes from the burn and he looks up at Dazai, face nearly meeting his pelvis. He stops just shy, swallowing around the length. After a moment, he eases himself back off, and goes back in again, nose buried in the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his counterparts cock. He feels a tug at the back of his head, and suddenly the cock is ripped from his throat. Mouth open, empty and drooling, he gets shoved back onto the brunettes cock, using his hair as leverage. Tears streaming down his face, Chuuya whines around the cock in his mouth as it bottoms out, nearly making him choke again. Desperate, he fists his clit harder, wetness making the slide so easy and so delicious, fire burning low in his abdomen. Before he reaches his peak, he forces his head off Dazais cock. As much as he loves his cock down his throat, he doesn't want to finish like this.
Dazai is flushed and breathing heavy as he looks at him, slightly concerned. "Was that too much? Hm?" Taking his hand off Chuuyas hair, he strokes his cheek with his thumb, lightly wiping some drool from the corner of his mouth.
Chuuya shakes his head dazedly, "No. Want you inside."
Dazai perks up at his words. "Mm. Front or back?"
"Front, face-down. I want it rough." Chuuya ceases playing with himself and crawls to Dazai's side, staying low to the ground he brushes rubble out of the way and gets as comfortable as he can.
"Damn, I can't have a little taste before we get busy?" Dazai chuckles as he turns over to loom closely to Chuuyas prone body, shucking his partners pants lower.
"Never said you couldn't, or do you not know how to eat it from the back?", the shorter of the two teases. Rising to the challenge, albeit a little eagerly, once he gets Chuuyas pants below the swell of his ass and down his thighs, he sees exactly how aroused he is. Webs of wetness stretching and clinging to his underwear and skin as he peels them down, Dazai salivates. Angling Chuuyas hips up, he gets a better look. Sopping wet hole clenching around nothing, he's absolutely dripping. Dazai can't wait anymore. Like a man posessed, he kisses and sucks at his entrance. Chuuyas breath shudders at the feeling of a wet tongue lapping at his folds, forehead thunking against the ground.
In this position, Dazai doesn't have a good angle to get at the shorter mans' clit, only being able to lick and flick his tongue at the head of it. He brings a hand flat to the slight curve if Chuuyas spine, coaxing him to arch further, giving him a better angle to suck at his pussy. With a better angle achieved, he gets busy sucking at his engorged clit, other hand pulling the skin of the hood back to get more of it in his mouth. He feels the swollen nub throb as he licks and sucks all around it, coupled with slight tremors in the ginger haired man's thighs. Sucking repeatedly at the bud, the tremors get more intense, whines becoming breathy and more desperate. Not wanting him to cum just yet, Dazai separates from Chuuyas pussy with a parting kiss to his clit. The man in question is a panting sweaty mess underneath him, much closer to climax now than before. Dazai takes a moment to take it all in, the arch of his back, the swell of his ass, his glistening pussy wet and ready. God, he wants to take him apart piece by piece.
"Are you done gawking? Don't make me beg," Chuuya says after Dazai hadn't moved in a minute.
"Oh? I'd like to see that... Maybe not now though, we are short on time after all," Sighing wistfully, he snaps out of his reverie, scooting up so his front is flush to the shorter mans back. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, nearly brushing against Chuuyas wet core. With the hand not supporting his weight, he traces down Chuuyas back, to his ass, groping a bit as he goes. He spreads the ginger haired man's lips and inserts a finger, testing the tightness. Due to how aroused the man is, Dazais finger slips in easily, pussy wet and not too tight. He slips in a second, twisting and scissoring his fingers inside as he goes, feeling around the plush walls. Chuuya wiggles his hips back, a silent suggestion for Dazai: Just get on with it already, I'm not gonna snap in half, you know.
Taking his fingers out of the velvety warmth, Dazai strokes his cock once, twice, using the wetness collected on his fingers tp help ease the slide. Blindly, he positions his cock at Chuuyas entrance, rubbing at it a little to ensure he's at the right spot. Chuuya sways his hips back, making the taller mans cock press in, just at the head. He groans at the delightful stretch, thankful Dazais trenchcoat obscures his prone body. He'd rather smoke an entire pack of cigarettes in one sitting than have someone catch him in this position.
Dazai huffs as the head of his cock gets enveloped between the wet folds, readjusting the arm holding him up for better balance. He pushes in further, reaching the halfway point as he hears the man beneath him let out a slight moan. He brings his head next to Chuuyas, and stills his motions. When Chuuya opens his mouth to ask why Dazai stopped, the brunette slammed his cock the rest of the way in, punching a gutteral moan out of the man. Dazai set an excruciating pace, slow on the pull-out, only to quickly snap his hips and bury his cock to the hilt in one swift motion. Over, amd over, and over again. Chuuyas eyes wide, staring at the ground below him, only able to make sharp grunts as his insides are dug out. Every intense thrust jabs at his cervix, pleasure entertwined with slight cramping pain, making his vision go blurry and ears ring. Clenching his eyes closed, he barely registers Dazai slightly shifting above him. Letting out a surprised yelp, Chuuya realizes belatedly that Dazai adjusted his angle, his cock rubbing and thrusting against the spongy anterior wall of his pussy. Dazais thrusts become more brutal, greullingly languid and intense. The heat coiling within Chuuyas lower belly is tightening rapidly from the new angle, unable to stave it off unless the angle changes. Fuck, he really doesn't want it to end yet. Thinking quick, he bites at the meat of his hand, under the joint of his thumb. Tears welling in his eyes, he lets out a muffled moan as the pain hits him.
Not stopping the agonizing pace of his hips, Dazai looks to his counterpart, nose brushing against his ear. With a devilish glint to his eye, he snakes a hand up to the back of Chuuyas head. "Now now, we can't have that, can we?" Words emphasized by Dazai clutching the hair at the back of the shorter mans head, tugging harshly to dislodge the bitten hand. "I wanna hear you sing, baby. No one else is around to hear your beautiful 'swan song' except for me."
The thought of what Chuuyas actual swan song might sound like had Dazai stuttering his hips a bit, the thrilling exctacy of perishing alongside him nearly has him teeter over the edge of no return. Reigning himself in, he grips at Chuuyas hair tighter, renewed vigor in his thrusts as he breathes hotly against the side of the shorter mans exposed neck.
The new punishing pace has Chuuya stringing out unintelligible moans, completely lost in the feeling of the cock buried deep inside him, hitting the most blissful points. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, one particularly hard thrust has him on the edge, right there, one more push and the tight coil would snap, letting the insurmountable euphoria overtake him.
"Uh-... Ugh-!" He's so close. So, so close. Just one final push is all he needs.
"A-ah-! 'm g'nna-"
He stops breathing. It feels like his whole body locks up and starts convulsing, the epicenter his throbbing pussy. Taut as a bowstring, he gasps bodily, heaving as his orgasm crashes over him, soaking Dazais cock even more as he fucks him roughly through it. Dazai is close behind, grunting into Chuuyas sweaty neck, snapping his hips harshly against his ass.
"Inside?" Dazai asks the dazed man. Barely registering what he said, he nods an affirmative, however, the man above him sought a better answer than that. Pulling his head back by the hair again, he reminds, "I won't say it again. Use your words, darling."
Shivering at the sting and overstimulation, he whines out a "Yes, please." Feeling warmth fill him a few seconds later, he sighs contentedly, body going limp from overexertion.
Dazai shudders as the last of his seed leaves him, lightly moaning as he pulls out. He leans down, kissing the exhausted man on the cheek, and whispers against his ear, "Good boy."
Flushing fiercely, as red as a tomato, Chuuya mentally curses Dazai a thousand times. Embarrassed, exposed, fatigued and uncomfortably sticky, he wonders if Dazai will leave him like this. That thought gets struck down immediately as he feels his pants being shucked up over his hips, button and zipper fastened with ease. Dazai maneuvers Chuuyas tired form to sit up against the short broken wall behind them, fixing his hair a little. The fog's finally lifted, he notes.
"There. I have to run now, it was a pleasure as always." The taller man leans in to quickly peck him on the lips, before running off in whatever direction he sees fit. "Until next time, shortie~" Chuuya wishes at that moment he'd left him to fend for himself. City-destroying (possibly world-destroying) dragon be damned.
Grumbling to himself for a time, he sees his hat a few meters ahead of him. Frowning at it, he curses Dazai once again for not at least moving it closer to him.
Nearby, he sees a familiar dark figure with black and white hair appear.
"What the hell are you doing here?"