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It was a fateful Monday in Yokohama when Chuuya Nakahara and Dazai Osamu crossed paths once more after a long separation in the middle of the streets. The air crackled with tension as these two men, formerly partners and lovers in the mafia, now found themselves on opposite sides. Chuuya, wearing a hat to match his fiery personality, stood at a mere 5'3, but don't let his small stature fool you. On the other hand, Dazai, towering over Chuuya at 5'11, exuded a different kind of presence. His brown hair and eyes gave him a subdued appearance, but his broad shoulders and slim frame hinted at a hidden intensity.
As they locked eyes, the weight of their shared history hung between them. Chuuya felt a mix of anger and longing as he regarded the man who had betrayed the mafia. Dazai, for his part, felt a stir of desire as he took in the sight of his ex-partner, his heart fluttering despite his best efforts to feign nonchalance.
"Well, well, Chuuya," Dazai drawled, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "It's been a while. I must say, you're looking quite delicious as always."
Chuuya narrowed his eyes, the heterochromatic gaze of one blue and one brown eye fixing on Dazai with a piercing intensity. "Dazai. What the hell are you doing here? Thought you ran off to play nice with the detectives."
Dazai's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "Ah, but even traitors get bored, you know? And I heard there was someone I just had to see. Seems my sources were right."
Chuuya took a step forward, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. "You miss me, dazai?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Dazai's gaze darkened, a flicker of hunger flashing in his eyes. "Maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to see that pretty face of yours twist in pleasure as I—"
"Shut up," Chuuya snapped, cutting him off. "You don't get to talk about that. Not after what you did."
For a moment, Dazai's teasing facade faltered, and a hint of genuine emotion flickered across his features. But it was quickly masked as he reverted to his usual playful self. "Aw, come on, Nakahara. Don't be like that. Can't we just pick up where we left off? I promise I've gotten even better at—"
"Fuck no," Chuuya interrupted, his voice thick with anger. "You betrayed the Mafia, Dazai. And now you expect me to just let you fuck me like nothing happened?"
A heated silence hung between them as Dazai searched Chuuya's eyes, his own gaze softening. "I know I hurt you, Chuuya. And I'm sorry. But I never stopped thinking about you. About what we had."
Chuuya's anger began to melt away, and a look of vulnerability crossed his face. Despite his best efforts to deny it, he had missed Dazai too. The intensity of their connection had always been a tidal wave, threatening to pull them under at any moment.
Taking a step forward, Chuuya reached out and grasped Dazai's tie, pulling him closer. "You know what I want, dazai?" he whispered, his breath fanning across Dazai's lips. "I want you to watch me. Watch me pleasure myself, thinking about what a tight, needy little bitch you are for my cock."
Dazai's eyes widened, and a shiver ran through his body as he realized what Chuuya intended. Before he could protest,
Chuuya grabbed his Hand, dragging him to his Apartment.
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Chuuya turned and walked towards a nearby couch, his hips swaying provocatively. He knew exactly what he was doing, teasing Dazai mercilessly.
Sitting down, Chuuya spread his legs, giving Dazai a clear view of his erection straining against his pants. With slow, deliberate movements, he began to undo the buttons of his vest and shirt, baring his chest and lean torso. Dazai's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight, his cock hardening in response.
Chuuya's fingers trailed lower, popping the button on his pants and sliding the zipper down. He reached into his briefs, his eyes closing briefly as he moaned softly at the touch of his own hand. "Mmm, dazai, I bet you wish this was your hand, don't you?"
Dazai could only nod, his eyes glued to the sight of Chuuya's slender fingers wrapping around his length.
"I bet you want to feel me tight around your cock, huh? Want to fuck my hole and hear me scream your name?" Chuuya teased, his eyes flashing open to pierce Dazai with a heated look.
Dazai couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but nod again, his mouth going dry as his heart pounded in his chest.
Chuuya smirked, knowing he had Dazai exactly where he wanted him. He added a second finger, scissoring himself open, his hole clenching and relaxing as he worked himself into a frenzy. "Oh, fuck, dazai, I'm so wet for you. My hole is greedy, and it's all your fault."
Dazai took a step forward, his need getting the better of him. "Let me touch you, Chuuya. Please."
For a moment, Chuuya hesitated, wanting desperately to feel Dazai's touch, but his pride and anger won out. "No," he bit out, his voice laced with longing. "You don't get to touch me. You don't get to have me that easily."
Dazai swallowed, his throat working as he fought to maintain his composure. "Then what do you want from me?"
Chuuya's eyes darkened, and a wicked smile curved his lips. "I want you to strip. Take off that stupid detective get-up and show me what's underneath. Prove to me that you still want this as much as I do."
Dazai didn't hesitate. He wanted to show Chuuya how much he craved him, needed him. With shaky hands, he began to undress, removing his coat, shirt, and tie, revealing his pale skin and lean muscles. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for the button of his pants, wanting to draw out the anticipation.
"Don't stop," Chuuya commanded, his eyes burning with desire.
Dazai obliged, sliding his pants and boxers down his legs, stepping out of them to stand fully exposed before Chuuya. His cock stood erect, the head flushed and leaking, a testament to his desire.
Chuuya licked his lips, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Good. Now come here."
Dazai moved to stand before Chuuya, his chest heaving as he waited for further instructions.
Chuuya reached out and took Dazai's hand, placing it on his thigh. "Touch me. But remember, you don't get to fuck me. Not yet."
Dazai's fingers trembled as they trailed up Chuuya's thigh, his breath catching as he watched his own hand disappear beneath the fabric of Chuuya's open vest. He gently caressed Chuuya's skin, his touch feather-light, reveling in the softness of Chuuya's inner thigh.
"Higher," Chuuya ordered, his voice hoarse with need.
Dazai's hand moved up, his fingers ghosting over Chuuya's length, causing him to buck his hips involuntarily. Dazai's touch was electric, sending shivers down Chuuya's spine.
"That's enough," Chuuya gasped, pulling Dazai's hand away. "Get on your knees."
Dazai did as he was told, lowering himself to his knees before Chuuya.
Chuuya smirked down at him, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Suck me, Dazai. Prove to me that your mouth is still as good as I remember."
Dazai's gaze flicked up to meet Chuuya's, and he leaned forward, his lips wrapping around the head of Chuuya's cock. He swirled his tongue, tracing the veiny length, his eyes never leaving Chuuya's as he took more of him into his mouth.
Chuuya moaned, his head falling back as he threaded his fingers through Dazai's hair. "Fuck, dazai, that's it. Take it all."
Dazai obliged, relaxing his throat to take Chuuya deep, his nose burying into his groin area. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking and bobbing his head as Chuuya's hips thrust gently, setting a torturous pace.
"Oh, fuck, I'm close," Chuuya panted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Swallow my cum, dazai."
Dazai hummed in response, the vibrations sending Chuuya over the edge. He cried out, his hips bucking as he filled Dazai's mouth with his release. Dazai swallowed, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the taste of Chuuya on his tongue.
Chuuya slumped back against the couch, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Dazai, still on his knees, looked up at him with hooded eyes, his lips glistening with Chuuya's essence.
"Now, dazai," Chuuya said, his voice rough and demanding. "It's my turn."
****
With a sly smile, Chuuya climbed on top, straddling Dazai's waist and grinding down slowly, his eyes never leaving Dazai's. "You like this, don't you? Being at my mercy?"
Dazai whimpered, his hips bucking up reflexively as he felt Chuuya's weight against him. "God, yes... Please, Chuuya, don't tease me anymore." His hands clenched the bedsheets, his body begging for release even as Chuuya continued to torment him with slow, sensual movements.
Chuuya leaned down, his lips ghosting over Dazai's ear. "I'm going to suck you off now," he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down Dazai's spine. "But if you cum, there'll be hell to pay." With that, he sat up and moved between dazai‘s legs, his cock already exposed.
Chuuya took it in his hand, giving it a few firm strokes. He leaned down, his eyes locking with Dazai's, and took the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. Dazai moaned, his hands fisting in the bedsheets as Chuuya took more of him in, sucking and teasing with expertise.
Chuuya hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head, his lovelock brushing against Dazai's thighs. Dazai's eyes rolled back in pleasure, and he was just about to let go when Chuuya pulled away, a wicked smile on his face. "Not yet," he whispered, and then he went down on Dazai again, sucking and teasing him to the edge before pulling away once more.
"Fuck, Chuuya, please!" Dazai begged, his body trembling with need. "Let me cum... please..." Chuuya only smirked, running his thumb over the head of Dazai's cock, spreading the pre-cum, but not giving him the release he craved.
Taking pity on him, Chuuya rose up and positioned himself over Dazai's cock, slowly sinking down until he was fully seated. Dazai groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt the tightness of Chuuya's heat enveloping him. Chuuya was smirking down at him, grinding slowly, his hands braced on Dazai's chest.
"Let me touch you," Dazai pleaded, reaching for Chuuya's hips.
But Chuuya slapped his hands away, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I said don't touch. You belong to me now, and you'll do as I say." Dazai whined, his need for release warring with his desire to please Chuuya.
Chuuya began to move, slowly riding Dazai's cock with deliberate slowness. He threw his head back, his hat falling to the side as he arched his back, taking Dazai deeper. "Fuck, you feel so good..." Dazai muttered, his eyes fixed on the beautiful sight of Chuuya above him.
Chuuya leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of Dazai's head, and began to bounce, his hips moving in a rhythmic, torturous pace. Dazai whimpered, his body tensing as he felt his release building, but Chuuya showed no sign of letting him finish. "Chuuya, I'm close... please..."
With a cruel smile, Chuuya sped up his movements. "Cum for me then," he whispered, and as Dazai's eyes rolled back, he tightened around his cock, denying him release once more. Dazai cried out, his body arching off the bed in a desperate plea for completion.
However, Finally, Chuuya relented, leaning down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss and moving faster again. As they kissed, Dazai came with a hoarse cry, his hips bucking wildly as his release coated Chuuya's stomach. Chuuya rode out his orgasm, continuing to move slowly as Dazai shuddered and panted beneath him.
When Dazai finally came back to himself, he found Chuuya lying beside him, a smug smile on his face. "You... are a tease, Nakahara," Dazai muttered, his voice laced with satisfaction. Chuuya propped himself up on one elbow, running a hand through his messy hair.
"And you loved every minute of it, traitor," he replied.