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Chuuya sits alone on the couch, drinking a glass of red wine, waiting for his partner to arrive home. Taking a sip, he hears a slight knock on the apartment door before it swings open. It’s Dazai, carrying a bag of groceries, which just contains some expensive alcohol, like always.

Chuuya puts down his crystal glass, back onto the coffee table, and sits back. Dazai places the bag onto the kitchen counter, removes him coat, and throws it onto a chair.

“Hi Darling.” He swoops around and gently throws his arms around Chuuya’s neck. Giving him a sweet hug from behind, while fiddling with his pearl, white collar. Leaning his face next to his ear, landing a quick, soft kiss against Chuuyas pale skin. Which these nightly ear kisses were normal, when he returned home late at night.

“Hey, why were you home so late?”

“Just running some errands, as you can see.” He slightly jerks his head towards the counter with the groceries. Then back to his boyfriend with a smile, he peaks over to the table.

“What, drinking without me?” Dazai chuckles, and retreats his arms from his lovers neck, and heads over to the kitchen cabinet, to grab another wine glass. Chuuya chuckles right along with him, grabbing the bottle of liquor from the ground beside the table.

He grunts softly as he sits down next to Chuuya, like he’s been needing to sit all day. After working with the Port Mafia all the time, it can get quite tiring. Dazai holds out his glass, asking for him to pour the beverage into his own cup. Even though he isn’t a fan of red wine, specifically, it’s what his significant other liked very much.

They each take a sip of the hard drink, Dazai crosses his legs, the right leg on top of the left. He takes two large gulps and swallows, and lets out a big sigh, of relief. Chuuya takes a small sip, after drinking a few glasses prior, of Dazai arriving back home. He readjusts his hips to get comfortable, while Dazai wraps his empty hand around his shoulder. Sending minor, shivers down Chuuyas spine. He hadn’t felt Dazai’s physical touch in awhile, since he’s at work all day, then always passed out drunk every night on the bathroom floor. Surprisingly, he decided to go shopping for once. He takes another taste of his wine, but this time it’s bigger.

“Take it easy, precious.” He smirks, and slowly rubs his left shoulder, back and forth. His tone is soft spoken, as he sets down his glass and returns his arm back to his own thigh. Chuuyas eyes vaguely widen from his comment.

“I said don’t call me that, Dazai…” He rolls his eyes, while cringing at the embarrassing nickname he was given. Looking around the apartment to avoid eye contact out of humiliation, while slightly rocking back and forth. But Secertly inside, the butterflies in his stomach are going crazy.

“Why not, I think it’s rather… sweet.”

He takes a pause between rather, and sweet, changing his voice to a lower pitch, and quietly groans. He knows what he’s doing.

“It’s j-just..”

Dazai leans forward to see Chuuyas flustered face. But he can’t help but quickly look away, embarrassed by the fact he’s getting turned on by such childish nicknames. Dazai delicately moves his curly, ginger hair from his face.

“It’s just what, precious?”

He gently grabs his jaw and turns it so they are face to face, once again. Dazai tilts his head and somewhat bites his lip, while a grin forms onto his face. Dazai smoothly moves his slim waist so he’s now facing Chuuya, whos face turns bright red. Out of shock, he doesn’t even realize his glass is still in his hand, causing him to spill the red liquor all over his crotch area. Dazai chuckles and lets go of his chin.

“Clumsy you are tonight, aren’t you.” Dazai stands ups, putting both of his hands into his pockets and looks down to his crotch which is now soaked in alcohol.

Chuuya gasps from the cold drink coming in contact with his clothes and skin. He widens his legs, which causes the red wine to spill onto the clean, white, couch. He looks down in embarrassment and mumbles.

“Fuck..”

“Damn it, the couch-“ Dazai takes his jaw once again and stands over him. Lifting Chuuyas face upwards, looking him in the eyes, he smirks and slows his speech. Assuming he wants to continue our fun, that was just getting started.

“Don’t apologize, it was just a mistake dear.” He slants his head, again. “Let’s get you cleaned up.. first take your pants off, they’re completely drenched.”

Taking a big gulp, which is stuck in Chuuya’s throat, while his heart picking up pace. Dazai releases his hand from his chin, he traces it down his neck, then to his chest. Then retreating his hand back to his side, placing both onto his hips. Chuuyas mouth drops, just so slightly to get a word out, but he can’t, he’s frozen in place, he looks up at Dazai, his eyes almost rolling backwards of how tall he is compared to himself, especially while sitting. After a few seconds Dazai leans down to Chuuyas level, just a couple inches away from his face.

“What.. do you need my help precious?”

Chuuya gives a small nod, giving him the green light. Dazai grins, and slowly crouches down, placing both hands onto both of Chuuyas knees, while his breath quickens. He’s already have forgotten about spilling the liquor onto his slacks, he can only think about whats going to happen next.

Dazai reaches his hands forward, now crouched in front of his precious lover, gently placing them onto the frame of the buckle. Unbuckling each clasps, slowly, Chuuyas breathe becomes heavier, his forehead now covered in sweat. It’s like he’s teasing him, slowly to make his heart race.

He slides the belt out of the loops of Chuuyas pants, tossing the belt on the floor. Dazai looks up into his face with lust fufilling his eyes. He slides his fingers across the zipper, slowly tugging it downwards, revealing his boxers. Dazai smirks and lets out a sigh of relief, as he slips his hands around Chuuya’s waist, pulling his slacks down to his thighs.

“There we go..” as he finally pulls his pants all the way down to his ankles.

“Now these, gotta go” Dazai tugs on Chuuya’s boxers, slowly bringing them down, following his slacks. Chuuyas breathe intensifies, while Dazai gives off a small chuckle while looking him in the eyes. Now both his pants, and boxers sitting on the ground beneath them.

He gently grabs Chuuya’s cock from between his legs, slowly dragging his fingers up to the top, fiddling with his tip. Chuuya throws his head back against the couch preparing for the sensation and pleasure that’s going to come.

Dazai takes his other hand, wrapping it around underneath the other hand, that’s laying on top of his tip. Up and down, he rubs his dick with a steady pace.

“Shit-“ Chuuya mumbles as he groans from the slight discomfort from Dazai massaging his dry dick. Dazai realizes the irritation, and stops for a short moment, he stares up into Chuuya’s eyes before spitting onto his rock hard, cock. Then continuing, so he can get an easier way of giving him a hand job.

“See.. that’s better.”

He grips his cock, stroking up and down, all the way down to his balls, then all the way up to the tip. Chuuya croaks out a couple quiet, short moans. Just enough to show Dazai that he’s finding pleasure in his work.

Dazai lets go of Chuuya’s dick, and moves the hair out of his face. He places his spit covered hands onto Chuuya’s knee caps, and readjusts himself so that he’s now on his knees, instead of crouching.

“May I?” He asks, looking up at him. Leaning in closer to his crotch area.

Chuuya nods and gasps as Dazai wraps his tongue around his penis. Slowly sucking up and down, Chuuya grasps his brunette hair, pulling Dazai towards him, jerking his head back in forth. Causing his thrust to be more intense and succulent. Pushing his cock all the way down his throat, causing him to gag. Slobber running down Dazai’s chin, down to his neck, having spit covering his bandages around his neck. He quickens his pace, going faster than before, getting all the way to the top, to let out a small chuckle, to show his enjoyment.
Chuuya slightly closes his legs by the reaction of Dazai’s patterns rapidly getting quicker.

Dazai pulls back for a moment, gasping for air. Chuuya lets go of his soft, thick, hair.

“Wider.”

Chuuya’s leg shake a bit, before widening his legs more, obeying his orders. Dazai grunts and stands up, pushing off of Chuuya’s knees for support. Chuuya looks up at him, while panting, and his mouth slightly open, after the pleasure of what had just happened. Dazai smirking, moves his hands from his knees up to his own belt. Unbuckling the clasps and dropping his slacks to the floor. Throwing his next to his Chuuyas belt on the ground. He then tugs down on his boxers which fall between his legs.

He throws his legs across Chuuya’s legs, sitting between the opening in his lap. He wraps his arms around his neck. Leaning in towards his ear, whispering.

“Tell me you want it. Chuuya.” He gently drags his finger down his neck while a sweet smile covers his face, and gasps of happiness. Tilting his own face almost an inch away from Chuuya’s face.

“Give it to me you damn bastard.” He grunts, and chuckles.

Wrapping his arms around Dazai’s waist, giving him support while he slightly rides him, thrusting back and forth while their lips meet. Their tongues touch, while moans escape from each of their mouths. Spit dripping down from their neck, down to their shirts.

Pulling back, Dazai tugs on Chuuya’s shirt, lifting it up over his head, and throwing it onto the floor. Chuuya’s hands still placed directly on Dazai hips, as he takes off his own shirt. Revealing his scarred up chest, but keeping his bandages on his arms, and neck on. He leans back in, but this time to his neck, brushing his lips against Chuuya’s neck, while groaning.

“Fuck.. Dazai.”

“You wanted this” He grins while still eating at his neck. Grabbing his ginger hair with one hand, pulling it to the side, to make more room for his mouth to suck on his neck. The other, taking his slim waist. Their bodies pressing against one another’s, no space between the two of them.

Spit falls onto their chests, and moans fill the room. Until a buzzing noise interrupts. Chuuya looks over his shoulder to see Dazai’s phone vibrating on the coffee table. Dazai continues slurping on his neck, while Chuuya reads the contact on the phone ‘Atsushi’.

“Who is it?” Dazai huffs and recedes from Chuuya’s neck, staring into his blue eyes.

“It’s Atsushi, what the hell does he want. It’s almost 10.”

Dazai shrugs, grunts, and stands up from sitting on Chuuya. “Dont know, don’t care.. all I care about right now, is you.”

Chuuya gives off a slight smirk, while his breath is heavy, Dazai fixes his hair out of his face, and turns to the coffee table, taking the glass of red wine. Dazai puts one leg onto the couch besides Chuuya’s thigh. Laying his forearm on top of his leg, while roughly grabbing Chuuya’s jaw.

“Open wide” Dazai says, taking a big sip of the beverage.

Chuuya opens his mouth wide, furrowing his eyebrows and looking up into Dazai’s eyes. While he tilts Chuuya’s head back, spitting the alcohol into his mouth. The red liquor drips down the corner of both their mouths, onto the white couch. Dazai spitting all of it into his mouth.

“Now swalllow..” forcing Chuuya’s jaw back, so he can gulp down the drink. Dazai lets go of his jaw as Chuuya finishes swallowing.

“Good boy.”

Chuuya coughs slightly, and nods while looking up to him. Dazai grips harder on his jaw, opening it wider, pulling it closer to his face.

“Now be a good boy, and suck on my fingers.” Releasing his hand from his jaw, two of Dazai’s fingers enter Chuuya’s mouth. His leg still up on the couch, and his forearm on top.

“Mmmhg~ You feel so good.” pushing his fingers farther into the back of Chuuya’s throat. Chuuya slurps and gags, creating even more slobber seeping out of his mouth, down his neck. Dazai takes his fingers out of Chuuya’s mouth, the spit dripping from his fingers, onto the couch, and his own leg. He doesn’t have any clothes to wipe Chuuyas saliva on, so tossing his head back and sticking out his tounge he moans and shoves his own fingers down his throat, licking his two fingers clean from Chuuya’s slobber. Causing him to gag.

“Shit...” Chuuya chuckles, while gasping for air, heavily breathing. He fixes his positioning, so he’s sitting up straight.

“Get up.” Dazai leans back and takes his arm off his leg, and leg off the couch. He instructs him to stand up, Chuuya follows his instructions.

“Kneel on the couch, face the kitchen.” Which the kitchen was behind the couch.
Chuuya kneels onto the couch, fixing his knees to get comfortable. Dazai grips his shiny, ginger curls and tosses Chuuya’s head backwards.

“Do you want this, Precious?” Dazai slows his speech, and whispers into his ear.

“Yes..” he groans, from his throat being held back.

“Beg for it.”

Chuuya stays silent for a moment, hearing Dazai’s heavy breathing.

“Don’t stop, even if I cry or scream. Don’t stop Da-Dazai..” He whispers back, swallowing a lump in his throat and giving him a smirk.

“Whatever you say darling..” He gives him a mix of slight licks and kisses near Chuuya’s ear before standing behind him, bending over him.

He gives his hair a solid tug, causing him to moan out of pain. Before sticking his fingers into his mouth to get them all soaked. He slowly, slides two fingers into Chuuya from behind. Chuuya releases a loud moan out of slight shock, jerking his head backwards from Dazai pulling on it. In and out, Dazai pushes his fingers in all the way.

“I guess we haven’t done this in awhile.. you’re tight.” Dazai smiles in his voice, he picks up the pace on his fingers and Chuuya grunts.

“Here, lemme help you..” Dazai lets out a small groan, as he adds another finger. Two was already hard enough, but now there’s three, which is excruciatingly painful for Chuuya. Small tears form in his eyes, while his moans get louder, and are fulfilled with agony.

“Fuck, fuck, fuc-…” He whimpers, and lowers his head, before Dazai gives it another yank. Forcing his head back up, Dazai groans while pushing his finger deeper, and deeper. Chuuya moans repeatedly, putting his hand up as a motion for Dazai to stop, while crying tears of pleasure and pain.

“What.. can’t take it?” Dazai returns back to Chuuya’s ear, and aggressively kisses his red face. Small tears flow down his face, past his chin.

“It fe-feels so fucking… it feels so fucking good.” Chuuya wails, while gripping the top of the couch.

“Take it like a good boy…”

“Shut up…” Chuuya moans.

After a minute, Dazai takes his fingers out, and stretches. Chuuya gasps for air and grunts out of physical pain. Looking over his shoulder, staring at Dazai who is taking a glass of liquor, and chugging it.

“Oh my god.. fuck..” Chuuya’s ass is so sore, his face is wet from his tears. He wipes them away quickly, aswell as flipping himself over so he’s sitting normally again. Chuuya leans over and takes his cup of wine from the table and does the same as Dazai did. He lets his head hang low, it feels good, the relaxation after his neck being jerked backwards.

Rubbing his neck he places his glass down on the coffee table, Dazai does the same. Dazai puts his hands on his hips and slightly leans forward to get Chuuya’s attention.

“Get up.”

Chuuya looks up into his hazel eyes. Not asking any questions, he follows his instructions and gets up off the couch. He likes being ordered to do things, but only by a certain someone. Dazai.

“Turn around. Face the table.”

He looks at the table, then back to Dazai, who indicates to do it. So he listens.

“Now bend over..”

“You son of a bitch..” Chuuya mumbles, in a passionate tone of voice as he smirks. He bends over, placing his hands onto the table.

“Spread your legs darling.” Dazai stands behind him, and places his hands on Chuuyas hips.

“Holy Shit..” Chuuya thinks to himself, at first, it was three fingers, and even that was torment, but now it Dazai’s cock. Which is much bigger, and longer.

Dazai spits on the tip of his penis so it can slide into Chuuya eaiser. He massages his own cock, tossing his head backwards and releasing a few moans. He fixes his posture and moves the hair out of his face, then places his hands back onto Chuuya’s hips, before lightly slapping his tip around the entrance.

He finally slips his rock, hard cock into Chuuya’s behind. It’s right around Dazai’s dick, but it’s manageable.

“Ahhhga~” Chuuya lets out a loud series of moans.

“Fuckkkk.. you’re tight.. thought I loosened ya’ up..” He chuckles, while grunting.

Dazai goes in and out, pulling out all the way to the tip before inserting back in. Thrusting, he grabs Chuuya’s golden hair, and yanks it.

“Arch that fucking back..”

“Fuck you..” Chuuya mumbles, he growls as his body jerks back and forth from Dazai aggressively thrusting his cock deep inside him. He arches his back to the point that it starts to hurt, but it feels so good. Chuuya pants heavily.

Dazai repeatedly continues to grind up against his bare ass, he pulls Chuuya’s hair back further, just enough so he could see his beautiful face.
He aggressively grabs Chuuya’s face while he countines to rail him, grabbing all over, not caring where he places his fingers.

“Fuck.. i-I’m gonna cum..”

Chuuya moans loudly, his knees now banging against the coffee table tables frame from how aggressively Dazai humping him.

“Not yet..darling” Dazai continues, still with his hand all over Chuuya’s face, he places them into his mouth, where Chuuya begins to suck on them again.

“Please.. pl-please.. please let me cum..” He makes out even though his mouth is occupied.

“Look at me..Chuuya..” Chuuya’s eyes almost roll backwards from looking upwards towards Dazai. He can’t hold it in much longer, with Dazai’s teasing, he can’t handle this.

“You’re gonna cum when I say you are..”
He grunts while sweat drips from his forehead. Rocking back and forth, going slower and slower, edging Chuuya on.

“Now.. now you can” Dazai lets go of his hair, and placing his hand back onto his hip. Now letting his cock sit inside of him
Chuuya ejaculates onto the coffee table, letting out loud, obnoxious moans. While cum drips down the inner of his thigh, he grunts out of relief and pain.

“Fuckkk… ahhhgh~”

“Im so proud of you.. good boy.” Dazai gently brushes his hips up and down, with his hands. Chuuya gasps for air, regaining his breath. He moves his hair out of his face, catching up with his normal breathing patterns, Dazai rubs his shoulder in question. He turns his head to hear him.

“Get on your knees.” He orders, pointing to the ground with his eyes. Dazai pulls out, and grunts, so does Chuuya, he moans out of relief, after that painful round, he can finally relax. Chuuya slowly gets on his knees from the pain of his behind, he moves himself away from the coffee table to give Dazai space.

Dazai massages his cock, whimpering while standing in front of Chuuya.

“Open.”

Chuuya gulps loudly, and opens his mouth for him, frowning his eyebrows, and glancing up into his hazel pupils.

“Stick out that pretty tongue of yours.” He smirks, and Chuuya follows.

Dazai clears his throat and smirks, “My turn.”

He starts jerking off his cock, ejaculating onto Chuuya’s tongue. An immense amount of semen drips down Chuuya’s chin, to his neck. His throat fills with the tasty liquid, he gags as it reaches the back of his throat, spilling more onto himself. Dazai grabs his jaw, forcibly closing his mouth while leaning Chuuya’s head backwards, indicating to swallow.

Until a knock on the front door interrupts them.

“Dazai! I have the extra paperwork you asked for.” Atsushi’s voice from the other side of the door.

They immediately stop in their tracks, as they are both naked.

They both freeze — Dazai’s cock still shoved in Chuuya’s face.

Dazai stays silent for another moment.

“Hey Atsushi.. I’ll be there in a second!” He stutters.

“Man.. Dazai these are heavy! lemme find my keys..” Dazai had given him a pair of spare keys to his apartment whenever he needed to let himself in.

Chuuya stands up, in panic. Mouthing the words “what the fuck?!” Dazai looks around, and spots the kitchen pantry, which Chuuya is just short enough to fit in.

Chuuya swings open the pantry door, and steps inside and quickly shuts it behind him.
While Dazai grabs his pants from the ground, kicking Chuuya’s clothes underneath the couch.

“Uh.. oh these are it. Dazai!” Atsushi fiddles with the keys, while Dazai throws his long, beige coat over himself, and buttoning it up to hide his bare chest.

The door opens and Dazai sits down, onto the couch acting like everything is completely fine.

“There you are, coulda just opened the door for me..” Atsushi shrugs, and enters with a pile of paperwork in his hands, almost up to his chest, with a smile on his face, like always. Slipping off his messenger bag, he hangs it up onto the coat rack, whilst balancing the papers with one hand.

“Sorry about that, was just cleaning up.”

“I can see that.” Atsushi’s express blank, he gives two hard blinks while starring at the two glasses of red liquor on the table, then to the stained red sofa.

“Why do you have two-“ Dazai cuts him off, picking the extra paperwork from his hands, placing it onto the kitchen counter next to his groceries.

“Anyways thank you Atsushi, you should probably get going. I’m tired, you’re tired, you should go home.” Dazai rushes his speech, flashing him a sweet attitude, slightly pushing him to the door, for the exit. But Atsushi has a different idea.

“Oh, uh, you’re welcome! But I was wondering.”

Atsushi turns around, and scratching the back of his neck, giving off a cute awkward smile.

“I could really go for some Tea On Rice right now, got any? I mean.. after all, I did deliver you your extra paperwork..” He slightly chuckles while closing his eyes. Dazai sighs, but doesn’t want to seemed annoyed so he nods.

“Yeah.. I do, actually.”

He goes to the kitchen and reaches his arms up to get two bowls, might as well make some for himself while he’s at it.

“Here lemme help ya, people usually keep their rice in the pantry..” Atsushi mumbles. Dazai’s heart drops, and Chuuya holds his breath after hearing that sentence. He squats down, to the hope of not being spotted if Atsushi opens the door, even though he’d be spotted immediately. Dazai, hoping he won’t open it, but that’s what’s about to happen. He thinks fasts, he purposely drops one of the glass bowls onto the ground shattering it.

“Oh my! Clumsy me..” Dazai says in a sarcastic tone, that Atsushi can’t hear, even though he is lying right through teeth, Atsushi is to gullible.

He turns his head to the sound of breaking glass.

“Oh my gosh, here I’ll get the broom.” Atsushi grabs the broom from the storage closet next to the bedroom.

“You alright?”

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll get the rice!” He shrugs, and starts sweeping while Dazai grabs the rice from the pantry, he opens the door and crouches down to the bottom to “find the rice”

Chuuya mouths the words “get out” waving his hand to close the door. But Dazai has a different plan, placing one of his hands around Chuuya’s cock, he rubs up and down slowly, but just gripping hard enough so he can feel it. And the other covering his mouth so no moans will bring the attention to the pantry.

“There… I cleaned up all the glass, did you find the rice?” Atsushi asks while throwing out the broken pieces of glass in a dust pan.

“Don’t you worry Atsushi, I’m lookin’ for it!”
Dazai tightens his grip on Chuuya’s cock, and shoots him a dirty smirk.

“Alright, well I’ll start the stove..” He clicks the gas stove on and grabs a pan from the lower cabinet.

Chuuya’s eyes roll backwards trying hard not to make any noise, Dazai releases his hand covering Chuuya’s mouth and puts his finger over his lips, shushing him. Next to Chuuya’s head, he grabs the small bag of white rice. Stroking his cock even harder, Chuuya can’t help but make a slight grunting noise, which catches the attention of Atsushi. He turns his head with a curious look on his face, to Dazai.

“You okay?”

Dazai widens his eyes from Chuuya’s unexpected noise, intentionally dropping the bag of heavy rice onto his foot. Grunting in pain, to cover up Chuuya’s own noise.

“Ouuu~ yeah.. just dropped the rice on my foot.” He stands up holding the packet of rice, staring and slightly wiggling his foot around.

After a couple minutes the foods ready to be eaten, they go to the living room couch to sit, since there’s no chairs at the kitchen table. Because Dazai spends all his money on alcohol and things he doesn’t need. He grabs a towel from the storage closet, laying it down onto the sofa, covering the spilled liquor.

“Thanks Dazai,” he says as the spoon enters and exits his mouth.

“My pleasure.” He lightly slants his hand shooting him a smile. Dazai takes a couple spoon fulls of rice, though not even being hungry.

With his bowl almost finished, Atsushi places his dish down onto the coffee table. Sipping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Dazai, what’s that?” He points with his eyes to where Chuuya ejaculated onto the table, forgetting he didn’t clean his mess up.

“Oh, uh.. silly me! I made myself Cupcakes and I was eating them on the couch, guess I made a mess.” Dazai chuckles and closes his eyes.

“By yourself.” Atsushi says while switching from Dazai’s eyes to Chuuya’s cum.

“Mhm! See!”

Dazai takes his finger and drags it across the mess. Licking it, proving that it’s just “frosting”.

Quickly changing the topic, Dazai takes the crystal glass of wine, offering Atsushi some.

“Thanks but.. I don’t drink.” He say pushing the glass away.

“Oh come, just one small sip!” Dazai offers its again, this time Atsushi sighs and takes a slight sip, just so he can shut up.

“Well, uh thanks for the rice, and make sure to finish that paperwork by Monday morning.” He stands up, stretches, and heads for the door.

“Will do.” He grins, Atsushi smiles back at him waving goodbye while exiting.

“Man, he must be drunk..” He mumbles while scratching the back of his neck, before shutting the door behind him. Dazai sighs, taking off his long coat, walking towards the pantry.

He swings the pantry door open, Chuuya crouching on the ground jerking off, he grunts after hearing the front door slam.

“Fuckkk…” He moans, biting his lip looking up at Dazai, who grabs his wrists, pulling him up to his feet, throwing him over his shoulders.

“Put me down, damn it!” Chuuya growls, with his feet swinging in the air. Dazai chuckles after gently putting him back onto the couch, sitting normally. He grunts while fixing his beautiful ginger hair.

Chuuya breathes heavily, while Dazai slides his slacks off, dropping them between his legs. He stands in front of Chuuya grabbing him by his hair, pulling him in closer. Unbuttoning his beige coat, and tossing it off to the floor.

“Round two?” He smirks, Chuuya gives a slight nods his head and smirks with him.

Dazai throws his legs over Chuuya’s, sitting on top of him. He puts his soft palms onto his shoulders, leaning close into his naked, chest. Chuuya places his hands around Dazai’s slim waist, gripping it tight. Scooting down, Dazai’s face presses against Chuuya’s pecs. He softly starts sucking on his nipples.

Causing Chuuya to toss his head back, in pleasure. His tongue drags across his tit, being careful not to use his teeth. Spit travels down Chuuya’s chest, and Dazai’s chin, dripping onto their thighs. He moves to the other side, tracing his nipple with his tongue, Dazai looks up to Chuuya with his warm, eyes, squinting them slightly with a chuckle.

“Hmmg fuck yeah..” Dazai moans, catching his breath, huffing and puffing. Taking his mouth off of his nipples, slobber connecting from his chest to his lips.

Until the front door opens.

“Hey Dazai, I forgot my..” Atsushi stops in his steps, dropping his jaw. They both throw their heads to face him, Chuuya looks at him with widen eyes. Everyone’s frozen.

“3…2…1” Dazai counts down, and just like that, Atsushi falls to the ground, with a thud.

“What the hell?” Dazai gets off of Chuuya’s lap, grunting, while stretching his arms into the air then placing them on his hips.

“Did he just-“

“Yup, I drugged him.” He grabs Atsushi by the feet, dragging him to the couch.

“What! Are you mental?!” Chuuya jumps off the couch.

“I knew he would have left his messenger bag here,” pointing to the bag with his head.
“So I drugged his drink, knowing he’d come back, in the middle of, well. This.”

“You and your damn ‘predicting the future’. I guess it came in clutch, if he found us like that, we would have had to kill him.”
Chuuya grabs Atsushi’s arms and puts him onto the couch, gently laying him down.

“You don’t think he’s gonna-“

“Nope, he won’t remember a single thing.”

Time passes, Dazai and Chuuya clean themselves up. Putting on new, clean clothes, and tidying up the place, Chuuya hiding in the bathroom.

Atsushi groans and moves him hands from his side to his eyes. Dazai sits on a stool in front of the couch, waiting for his awakening

“Uggh…” He mumbles. “What happened?” He opens his eyes fully, blinking a couple times.

“You came back looking for your bag, and took quite the tumble coming in. You passed out.” Dazai puts his finger up to his mouth, widening his eyes while tilting his head.

“Oh…” sitting up, he places his hand onto his head.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Dazai throws his three fingers into his face, making sure he can see straight.

“What.. three.” He shakes his head, confused looking at the fingers then into Dazai’s eyes.

“Wrong. Two. You should go back to sleep.” Lightly pushing his body so it slumps back down, laying, so he can nap.

“Uh- okay… what about-“

“Don’t you worry about it, you can stay the night. There ya go!” Covering him in an extra blanket, Atsushi tosses himself, so he’s facing the back of the couch now, he falls asleep on the sofa like a baby. Dazai quietly slides into the bathroom grabbing Chuuyas wrists, pulling him outside back into the living room.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He whispers, making sure not to wake Atsushi up.

“What? You think we’re done..” Dazai smirks throwing him onto the arm chair, facing Atsushi’s still, sleeping body, Chuuya grunts. Dazai quickly, and aggressively unbuckles Chuuya’s pants belt, sliding his slacks off, throwing them aside.

“Oh, you bitch..”

Dazai grabs Chuuya’s right leg, lifting it up over the right arms chair. Then doing the same to the left. He kneels down, reaching to the cabinet underneath the TV, revealing sex toys Chuuya’s never seen before. Grabbing a large blue, dildo, with a button on it.

“That’s why you never let me open that cabinet..” Chuuya chuckling, he mutters off, studying the device in Dazai’s hand. Dazai frantically unbuckles his own belt, dropping his slacks and boxers to his ankles.

“This is gonna be fun…” He pouts and furrows his brows, before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Dazai sticks two of his own fingers down his throat, which creates him to Gag up an immense amount of spit. Then taking the rest of his fingers and patting his tounge dry, transferring his spit onto his hand.

Wiping his slobber all around Chuuya’s entrance, so the toy can slip inside eaiser, and won’t cause any discomfort. Chuuya lets out a few heavy sighs from the warm salvia dripping down his legs. Dazai slightly fingers Chuuya so he can get the inside of him wet too, so he can enjoy.

“Ahh..~ damn it..” Chuuya looks around the room to distract himself from what’s going to happen. Even though he wants it, badly.

Dazai slides the bright, blue toy into Chuuya, causing him to wail in satisfaction and slight pain. The toy moves smoothly in and out of Chuuya, with spit leaking out, dripping down. Dazai grins, bringing himself enjoyment seeing his boyfriend in this physical state.

Sticking it all the way in, as deep as it can go, Chuuya lets out a loud whimper, a bit too loud. Dazai takes his empty, spit covered hand, casing it over Chuuya mouth so he doesn’t wake his sleeping guest.

“Mhmmm~” Chuuya groans, with Dazai’s hand over his mouth, flinging his head backwards as the dildo reaches all the way to the back.

Dazai takes his hand off of his mouth, and places it onto his own cock. Stroking up and down so he too, can experience the pleasure. Moaning, furrowing his eyebrows, he looks Chuuya into the eyes, then traveling down to the large button.

“Do it.. I dare you.” Chuuya grins, while spit drips out of his mouth. Dazai turns on the vibarater, causing Chuuya’s legs to twitch and shake profusely.

His eyes roll backwards, as he lets out loud moans, as he’s never experienced anything like this before.

“Fu..fuck! Dazai..” His voice trembles, as his lower half continues to quake violently. Dazai grips his own dick, rubbing it up and down faster, moaning, as he clicks the button on the dildo again, making the toy vibrate even faster.

“I think.. I think I’m gonna cum..” Chuuya whimpers, practically screaming by this point.

“Go ahead, darling.”

Chuuya grunts loudly, cumming all over himself, the warm semen running down his throbbing cock. Gasping for air, his grunts become more aggressive, feeling the relief of ejecting all the built up pleasure Dazai had given him.

Dazai lets go of his grasp on his own dick. Adjusting his knees, moving closer to the chair, glancing up to Chuuya, him flashing him a quick smirk and nod.

He gets a hold on Chuuya’s large, still warm cock, slowly licking up the mess he just made. Smiling, he drags his tongue, starting from the balls, bringing it all the way to his tip. Sucking up all Chuuya’s white deliciousness.

Moaning, Chuuya chuckles.

“Shit..”

Dazai pulls out the vibarator out of Chuuya, throwing it onto the ground beside the chair. He moans out of slight pain, as Dazai removed it fairly quickly. He continues sucking on Chuuya’s rock hard dick, groaning in pleasure, shoving his penis all the way down to the back of his throat, father back then the first blowjob he had given.

Chuuya manages to grab ahold of Dazai’s choclately hair, quickly pushing it up and down, not giving him enough time to breathe while slurping on his rock hard cock.

Dazai gags, spitting up his salvia onto Chuuya’s cock. The wet sounds, and gags fill the room, and the moaning of both of them.

With his voice trembling Chuuya mutters “F….fuck you…” With a chuckle, while gasping for air, tossing his head backwards.

Finishing cleaning up Chuuya’s mess with his mouth, he removes his lips from the tip of his cock. Standing up from being on his knees, Dazai grunts, stroking his jaw, which is quite sore now.

“That felt good..” Chuuya mumbles beneath his breath, smirking, fixating his head to look up to his boyfriend.

“Oh, I know it did…” He smirks back.

**After that, they both clean themselves up, and Chuuya heads home, after all, they both have work tomorrow. **

**Dazai wakes up, a few minutes late, brushing his teeth and throwing some clothes on.**

“Okay Atsushi, ready to go-.” Dazai smiles lightly, exiting his bedroom, shutting the door, just to notice Atsushi is no where in sight.

“Hm, I guess he left without me.” He shrugs, heading towards the front door, locking it up behind him.

At the Agency**

Arriving at the Agency, Dazai swings open the door, greeting everyone with a smile, in an extra good mood, considering what had happened last night.

“Hey Dazai,” Atsushi nervously calls his name from his desk area.

“Hey, what’s up.” Dazai sits down into his desk chair, stretching his legs with a true grin.

“Can you answer this question with your full honesty?” He turns his body, so that he’s now facing Dazai.

“Of course Atsushi!” Dazai tilts his head. Atsushi, leaning in a tad bit closer, putting his hand up, as if telling a secret.

“Do you happen to swing the other way..?”

“What? Of course not!” Dazai chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“Well, that didn’t sound like a woman to me..” Atsushi awkwardly says, looking around making sure no one heard.

“What are you talking about?”

“It doesn’t take someone two seconds to fall asleep Mr.Dazai..”