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Hot.
The room is hot. Filled with the heat and lust of one man.
Dazai.
He sits on his bed, whining needily, legs parted, hand stroking his cock.
He gasps and moans, and whimpers.
But it's futile. His efforts are meaningless, and have been meaningless for sometime now.
It's simply not enough anymore. At least not on it's own.
Not since the first time Chuuya fucked him into the mattress, or the many times after that.
Don't get him wrong, the solution seems evident.
Clearly, he just needs to finger himself. Get himself nice and wet and stretched.
That would allow him to reach his, oh so desperately needed climax.
But he can't.
Now, it's not like that.
Him and Chuuya don't have rules about self-pleasure, they don't get that, and secondly, they're too busy to fuck each other whenever they're a little horny.
So mastuerbation was to be expected as a part of their relationship agreement.
But, he just can't finger himself right. He can't, he can't, he can't.
Believe he's tried.
It's just never right. His fingers aren't thick enough, he doesn't know where to look where as Chuuya seemingly does.
It just ends up with him more frustrated.
Has even caused him to be on the verge of tears a couple times.
So, he just simply doesn't mastuerbate. Or at least avoids it as much as possible. But Chuuyas been sooo busy lately.
Which led to the current situation.
It's been over two weeks since Dazai was properly plowed into Chuuya's mattress.
Which in the past, before Chuuya and him started doing this, would've been fine. A walk in the park, really. But since meeting Chuuya, his libido has rapidly increased. Assumably, because Chuuya's libido has always been rather high.
And while Chuuya would never ever, force him to do something he didn't want, he is somehow exuberantly talented at setting the mood.
So here Dazai is, jerking his dick so hard he swears he'll get friction burn, in Chuuya's bed, with Chuuya's shirt on, the fabric between his teeth to try and quell his desperate sounds.
He can feel tears begin to bubble, he's so close, he's been so close. He just can't cross the threshold. He can't cum.
With this horrible realization, a sob breaks through his throat, and the tears roll down. He strokes himself slowly a couple more times, before stopping entirely and bringing his knees to his chest, heaving.
Click.
The front door.
That was the front door.
Dazai scrambles, torn between taking off Chuuya's shirt, getting off his bed entirely, or just dropping dead.
And when the bedroom door opens, and he's still on the bed, legs spread, and braced to lift himself up, he stills.
He really wishes he'd just died.
Melt into a horny, dissatisfied pile of goop in Chuuya's bed for him to deal with.
As soon as the door opens, and Chuuya spots Dazai, he whistles.
He doesn't yell, or ask why Dazai is even in his apartment.
Just whistles.
Oh God.
Dazai's legs snap shut, and his face flushes with the humiliation of being caught.
"I--" Dazai starts.
"Wow. My pretty boy. All nice and spread out on my bed," Chuuya interrupts. "Were you feeling a little pent up, princess?" Chuuya asks, walking forward, suit jacket tossed aside as he begins to unbutton his vest.
Dazai flushes deeper.
But no longer out of embarrassment.
Warmth and arousal pool into his stomach.
Dazai nods, weak in the knees despite the fact he's sitting.
"Mmh. My poor baby. Why didn't you say anything?" Chuuya questions softly, eyebrows furrowed with affection.
"I-- uh. Chuuya was busy." Dazai states lamely.
Somehow, Chuuya managed to crowd into Dazai's space without him noticing, pulling his legs apart to sit between them.
"I'm never too busy for my princess." Chuuya states, bringing a hand up to Dazai's face, still wet with tears.
"Were you crying?" And Chuuya's tone lacks any judgment. It makes Dazai want to be honest, so he nods.
Chuuya hums in acknowledgment.
"Why?" Chuuya questions rubbing away the spilled tears.
Now the embarrassment is back.
"Oh. I uh. I couldn't..cum.." Dazai whispers into the space between them as he looks down shamefully.
Chuuya blinks.
"Couldn't cum?" He repeats.
"I.. yes." Dazai affirms.
Chuuya cups his face.
"Why not?" Chuuya breathes out.
Dazai's heart stalls before he shrugs, "Can't cum without Chuuya anymore. I guess." He speaks his heart jackhammering against his ribs with the admission.
And oh. If only he knew what that sentence did to Chuuya. His dick throbs in the confines of his pants, half-hard already.
"Oh. Well that just won't do, now will it hunny? Don't worry. I'll take care of you. I'll make it better." Chuuya coos, taking Dazai's still somehow-leaking cock into his hands.
He begins stroking languidly, teasingly, while shrugging off his button up and looking into Dazai's eyes.
When had he even taken off his blazer? Dazai thinks Dazedly.
Dazai blinks, and Chuuya leans in and swallows him whole. Causing Dazai to groan.
Chuuya looks up at him through his eyelashes, his mouth stretched obscenely. He begins bobbing his head, which causes Dazai to gasp and buck his hips. He felt his dick hit the back of Chuuya's throat, he grimaces and pats at his hair soothingly.
Despite Dazai's concern, Chuuya stays put, taking Dazai to the hilt with ease. Humming lightly.
The vibrations cause Dazai to moan, and he bucks his hips once more.
Chuuya pays it no mind, just suckles at Dazai's shaft, before bobbing his head again, licking at the underside of Dazai's cock as he does so.
He pulls up, lips only wrapped around the head now, as he runs his tongue through the slit before pulling off with a wet pop and a wetter kiss to Dazai's tip.
As Chuuya pulls off, Dazai notices Chuuya's eyes are watery.
He can't help the hot surge or arousal that spikes through his stomach at the sight.
Dazai whines at the loss but Chuuya shushes him.
"Aw. Don't worry sweet boy. I'll make you feel even better." Chuuya coos, using one hand to grab the lube from the nightstand without even having to look.
Dazai keens at the sight of the lube, throwing his head into the pillows.
Chuuya chuckles, opening the lube with a soft click, before squeezing a heady amount onto his fingers.
He allows the lube to warm up before leaning his hand down to Dazai's rim, where he trails one finger teasingly along the puckered muscle.
Dazai whines.
"Chuuya." Dazai cries exasperated, voice already sounding as if he'd been fucked.
"Sh. Sh." Chuuya shushes him, inserting a finger when Dazai opens his mouth to presumably complain some more. It effectively shuts him up, and he gasps instead, toes curling.
Chuuya looks at Dazai as he fingers him. His eyes are glossy and his face has a healthy flush to it.
Once Chuuya thinks he's ready, he adds another finger.
He curls it gently.
"Ah--! Chuuya." Dazai essentially sobs.
Chuuya cups his face with his free hand.
"What baby? Everything okay?" Chuuya questions, because no matter what his lover's comfort and safety come first.
"Mm! Yes, yes. I'm okay! More than okay. This is good. It's good. Hughhh--" Dazai gasps, back arching when Chuuya hits his prostate dead on.
"Mm. I'm so glad to hear that. My princess deserves to feel good," Chuuya says, adding a third finger.
Unexpectedly, Dazai is tensing up around Chuuya's fingers, his back bows. The heat in his stomach snaps, like a tsunami reaching shore.
He cums, just like that. Body pulsing with pleasure as he pants, coming back to himself moments later.
Only to find Chuuya cooing at him, and rubbing his thigh to help ground Dazai. Tether him back to earth.
"My good boy. So good. You okay princess? Was that good?" Chuuya coos.
"Mm.. yes.. so good." Dazai rasps, head floaty and far away.
"Do you still want me to fuck you? Or do you need to stop here?" Chuuya questions, still rubbing at Dazai's thigh. His tone lacks any judgment.
Dazai stills.
"Chuuya! You better fuck me! I've been waiting for so long." Dazai sobs.
"Wow. Hey. Calm down, deep breathes. Okay? I'll fuck you." Chuuya reassures.
He slicks up his cock, and presses the tip to Dazai's entrance, it's red and puffy and leaking lube.
So erotic.
He pushes in with no resistance. He enters Dazai slowly, careful to not overwhelm him too fast.
As soon as Chuuya is fully sheathed inside Dazai keens, back arching as he wraps his arms around Chuuya's neck.
"Chuuya." Dazai begs.
"Osamu." Chuuya replies, they don't need words to understand each other.
Chuuya begins to move, looking into Dazai's eyes the entire time.
They're still glossy.
Chuuya's thrust are deep and sensual. And soon enough the wet sound of skin-on-skin fills the room, along with Dazai's symphony of sounds.
"Mm. You're so gorgeous, lovely." Chuuya says.
He thrust a little deeper, and it has Dazai keening.
"You're always so good for me like this. Why can't you always be this good and sweet, hm?" Chuuya prompts.
Abruptly and frantically Dazai begins to claw at Chuuyas back, babbling nonsensically.
It's so much. So much insistent, never ending pleasure. Yet it's not enough.
How does that work?
Dazai feels like he's floating, up and up and up.
Which is weird because Chuuya's ability doesn't work on him.
But. He is. Isn't he? He's up in the sky, somewhere. Far away from Chuuya.
Far away from Chuuya.
Suddenly, a hand is cupping his face. It snaps Dazai out of his head and into the now.
Somewhat.
He's at least aware enough to see Chuuya as he pounds into him.
Chuuya stares at Dazai.
His eyes aren't just glossy anymore, instead tears track down his face. And his eyes hold this film over them. He looks so out of it.
Subspace. Chuuya notes.
Keeping his hand on Dazai's face, he speaks. "Hey princess. You doing okay? Do we need to stop?" Chuuya questions.
Dazai blinks,
"No--No-- we- we don't have to stop. Please don't stop.." Dazai whimpers. And Chuuya smiles.
"Of course. I won't stop." Chuuya reassures.
His thrust speeds up and he hits Dazai's prostate with dedicated precision. He can feel his own stomach heat up, coiling tighter and tighter ready to snap, and drown them both.
He grabs Dazai's leaking cock, and gives him 3 quick paced strokes before Dazai is clenching again, this time clenching on Chuuya's cock as he cums.
Thick ropes of cum cover their stomachs. Some even hitting their chest. His back bows, and Chuuya wishes he could take a picture. Despite being in such a debauched situation Chuuya finds Dazai angelic.
Hair messy, face flushed, eyes glossy with tears and lashes wet and drooping.
And he cums alongside Dazai.
He allows himself to fall onto Dazai, panting. And when he looks up, he finds Dazai's eyes are closed and he's fast asleep. Chuuya snorts.
He lays there a moment longer before he'll inevitably have to clean them.