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Dazai turned his head over to where he heard the clicking sound and saw that the motel room door had opened. He smiled, knowing just exactly what—or who—he expected to be there.
“Chuuya.” He sat up and stood tall, waltzing over to Chuuya, and exclaimed, “Welcome home, sweetheart—!” He tightly shut his eyes and clasped his hands together, holding them to his face dreamily.
Chuuya scoffed. He touched his arm, wincing, “Cut that out, mackerel.”
“Not gonna greet me back?” Dazai chuckled and opened his eyes. But what he saw before him made him take a moment to pause; he noticed that tears were on his usual uniform, with dirt and grime scattered around. At that, he had blood smears on his arm and a small one on his cheek. His face looked anything but pleased; with his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched, he looked like he was in pain.
Curious, Dazai put his hands in his pockets and asked, “How did your mission go?”
“Fine.” Chuuya put a hand on Dazai’s shoulder as he walked past him as if to push him out of his way, but his body had no force whatsoever. Each of his steps was weak and his body swayed slightly as he made his way to the armchair that rested by the window. He felt a great sense of relief to finally be sitting down, without having to deal with anything else that Mori requested of him. But for some reason, an even greater relief overcame him when he looked up at Dazai.
He disliked being aware that he missed him. Out and away, he awaited his arrival at this room they agreed to meet up in, whether he liked it or not. He put his chin on his hand and blew raspberries.
Dazai turned around and stepped close to Chuuya. “Fine? You look like a total wreck.”
“It’s called sarcasm.”
Dazai laughed. “How I feel so honored to be the one to see you like this.”
“What're you talking about?” Chuuya leaned down and began to remove his shoes. “This isn't always so easy.”
“You overdo it a lot. You're lucky to have me sometimes—otherwise, you'd be dead.”
“Yeah, well, I didn't this time, and it went alright. They put up a pretty good fight.”
Dazai raised a brow. Chuuya looked anything but alright, all things considered. Even as he undid his shoes, his movements were slow and shaky. His brows were furrowed as well, making him appear tense. He looked exhausted beyond words.
“I don't buy it.” Dazai smiled lightly and leaned low. “Here.” He rested one knee on the ground and the other leg bent, and with a hand out, he grabbed Chuuya’s. His black gloves covered each of his slim fingers. Dazai held his wrist and pulled it close until he slid a finger in the open and began to slip the glove off for him. “We’re alone together now.”
He looked up at Chuuya as their fingers intertwined, and they held hands as their eyes made contact. Dazai removed his other glove and pressed a kiss on his knuckle.
“Luckily.”
“Why? You missed me?”
“Because of stuff like this.”
“Still makes you shy? C'mon, Chuuya.” Dazai let go of his hand and looked at his face. He then held his cheeks within his palms and smiled. “It's been long enough.”
“I'm not shy.” Chuuya smirked and held Dazai’s hands as they grasped his face. He then shut his eyes and leaned close to Dazai, pressing their lips together in a warm kiss. He tilted his head as well; it became deep and passionate. He pulled away and continued, “We can't do this in front of others.”
Dazai laughed, holding Chuuya’s hands and bringing him to his feet.
Chuuya’s coat slid off his shoulders onto the armchair, and he sighed, “I might just lay down for now.” He yawned. Slowly, he strolled over to the bed and flopped onto it, with his arms flailed out and one leg hanging off. He groaned into the pillow, feeling all the energy sink into the bed as his body relaxed. Using his ability always took so much out of him, as much as he enjoyed showing it off.
“Wow, you look pooped.”
Chuuya groaned again. “I could use some damn sleep, honestly.”
He found himself already drifting off to sleep. His lips slightly parted with each breath, with it slowly becoming a snore. His muscles all seemed to have calmed down until they rested fully. The thoughts in his mind subsided gradually until he finally fell asleep, exhausted from his long day.
—
Dazai laid his head against the pillow and sat, with his eyes stuck on Chuuya. He couldn't pull away his gaze from him, becoming thoroughly captivated by how cute he looked when asleep. A smile came upon Dazai’s face, and he raised a hand to touch his hair.
Then slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to his forehead, planting a small, gentle kiss. He smiled, stroking through his hair happily. With his eyes shut, he lowered and kissed his lips lightly; not enough to wake him up yet. His hand traveled down from his hair to then caress his neck until he slid his touch to the side of his arm and wrapped it around his waist.
Chuuya’s body shifted under his palm, but Dazai didn't budge. He continued to kiss and touch him, without caution of waking him up. He knew he had to relax from today, but he thought maybe he wouldn't mind a bit of intimacy during his rest. His lips pushed further, and he began to open them as he kissed. He used his tongue as well, making soft sounds come from him. Under Chuuya’s arm, Dazai’s hand caressed his waist and felt around his back.
Warm breath from Chuuya brushed Dazai’s skin lightly as he gasped quietly. His arm pushed up and grabbed Dazai’s shoulder, and his fingers gripped as he pulled away from the kiss.
“Dazai?” he murmured. “What the hell are you doing?”
Dazai chuckled, “You look so adorable when you sleep. I couldn't help myself.”
Chuuya sucked his teeth. “I could've slept longer, damnit—” He groaned and rubbed his eyes. He then grabbed the collar of Dazai’s shirt, and his body lunged up until he sat up and straddled his torso. “You really can't leave me alone.”
“Woah!” Dazai flew onto his back and held Chuuya’s arms. “Where'd you get that energy from?”
Chuuya chuckled. “You're pissing me off.” His hands were placed on the sides of Dazai’s head, his brows furrowed and his lips pouted a bit. He then lowered a hand to his belt and began to undo it.
“Chuuya… Wow, I didn't expect you were in that mood. So much for ‘I could've slept longer.’”
“Do you need me to shut you up?”
“Don't silence me. I speak the truth!”
Chuuya leaned in with a short sigh, and quite literally shut up Dazai with a quick, rough kiss. Their lips shoved together and Dazai groaned, holding Chuuya’s hair and pulling him in. He laughed with light breaths tickling Chuuya’s skin, making him shiver. They even opened their lips slightly, taking each other in sloppily.
Chuuya’s hands grasped the belt and he slid it off and pulled away from the kiss to grab Dazai’s wrists. He tugged them up behind the headboard bars to wrap the belt around them and swiftly fastened the buckle.
“Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Dazai shouted, jerking his arms in Chuuya’s grip. He laughed to himself, amused by his expression of annoyance (if he truly was annoyed, that is). It felt like a consequence of how touchy he had been, so much to wake Chuuya up after his mission.
“This is what you get for being such an ass, mackerel.” He shoved Dazai’s hands to the side and pressed them into the bedsheets. His other hand pulled the hem of his pants as he began to unbutton them.
Dazai snickered and watched as he did so, feeling himself harden against Chuuya’s pelvis. The entire scenario made Dazai fairly entertained, while also being fairly aroused as well. He shifted his hips under Chuuya, rubbing against him as he observed him slide down his pants.
“Ooh, look who’s feeling frisky!” Dazai twisted his body under Chuuya’s, feeling a warmth between them strengthen. He took a deep breath and asked while looking at Chuuya’s undergarments, “Would you mind handling mine as well?” He smirked.
“If you want your dick off after today, then sure.”
Dazai snorted. “Don’t be so violent. Save it for your battles!”
“Yeah, when I go kick your ass in an alley after this.”
He sighed and started to undo his upper clothing. The tie around his neck unraveled and then he tossed off his vest. He unbuttoned his dress shirt that sat underneath, but he did not get rid of it fully, letting it slide off his shoulder carelessly. He now sat with just the white button-up and his underwear, and the sight only made Dazai far more enticed. He wished he could grab his shirt and pull him close into another kiss, but he was unable to with the belt that strapped his wrists.
He leaned down and started to undo Dazai’s pants. He slid them down, then pulled his underwear as well to expose his lower body. His skin was warm to the touch, and a wave of excitement came over Chuuya suddenly with a shiver. He lowered his face until he wrapped his lips around it, and began to suck lightly; it was careless and sloppy, with his drowsiness still being obvious. Dazai found it extremely cute, wishing he could touch his hair and play with it.
“Let me touch you… Ugh, you’re such a bully, Chuuya!”
Chuuya groaned, sending a tremble up Dazai’s body. He started to use his hands as his head moved up and down, pleasing Dazai more. His other hand pressed down on his thigh, holding lightly. He pulled off and licked his lips. “If you keep that up—” He leaned down again—
Dazai jumped when he felt something sharp poking his skin. “No teeth, no teeth!”
Chuuya laughed, moving his head up to kiss the tip. He then moved up and kissed Dazai’s lips, biting them and pulling. Dazai kissed back, even though he disliked not being able to hold Chuuya as he did so.
With Chuuya's pants still laid beside him on the bed, he reached out and grabbed them. He dug in the pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom, and he set them next to him. With his hands in front of him, he ripped open the condom and held Dazai again.
Dazai raised a brow and inquired, “You had that prepared this entire time? So, does that mean you wanted to—”
"Shut it." He murmured to himself as he put it on, then he opened the lube and covered his hand with it. He let out quiet gasps when he reached behind and fingered himself. His legs shut together on Dazai's thighs, with them trembling, and he grabbed a handful of the bedsheets below. His moans were low, and it was apparent he was holding back a lot.
"It's okay to make noise, Chuuya. It's just us. Let me hear you," Dazai requested. He chuckled, moving his legs under Chuuya’s, nudging him.
Chuuya’s voice became slightly louder, and he pushed in and out. His breathing picked up pace and his body trembled more. He smirked when he pulled them out and grabbed the lube again; this time, he spread it on Dazai and began to stroke him. His fingers moved roughly, seemingly eager. His other hand pressed on Dazai’s thigh, feeling his legs twitch as he moved his fingers. Dazai disliked not being able to touch himself this way, making him groan.
“Chuuya—!”
“What?”
“Let me go! I'll tickle you when I'm free!”
“ Hell no I'm not letting you tickle me! There, you're staying even longer now.”
Chuuya raised his body and sat down on Dazai, with the two moaning together and they felt him slowly pushing in. Chuuya put his hands on the bed and started to move, with his hips shivering as they rocked. The warmth inside him made chills of pleasure rush up his body, and he bit his lip.
“D—Dazai—” he murmured, gripping the sheets.
Dazai smiled at the sight, with both their faces slowly turning red as they moved along. His heart started to race wildly, with the satisfaction of seeing, and feeling, Chuuya like this. But of course, he especially hated not being able to touch him through it all; his body looked beautiful, with his clothing disheveled and exposing parts of his bare skin.
“I hate this,” Dazai said with a chuckle.
“Keep hating it.” Chuuya smirked. “I'm having a blast—you look pathetic.” He leaned forward with his knees sinking into the bed, and it felt like it got deeper; he moaned loudly, and put a hand over his mouth.
“You sound so hot,” Dazai murmured.
Chuuya scrunched his nose. He moved his hips faster, feeling himself get closer to orgasm. His body leaned in more, taking as much as he could. Dazai felt the same, with every thrust driving him further and further. He then filled the condom, with his sounds being deep and passionate. His body moved more and he thrust up into Chuuya repeatedly. Gasping, Chuuya also came, and his head flew back. He let go of the bedsheets to hold onto Dazai’s face, pulling him into a kiss.
Their breathing was heavy against each other, both out of it from this all. Dazai could feel the sweat against his skin sticking to his clothes, making him even more exhausted. His body sunk into the bed, completely drained and lacking the energy he used.
Chuuya leaned into his shoulder and snuggled, panting heavily. He kissed his neck and whispered, “Damn Dazai…”
“Can you let me go now?” Dazai asked with pleading eyes.
“Nah.” Chuuya fake-snored, and murmured, “I’m going to bed.”
“Oh—Come on!”