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Night in Yokohama. The air was brisk, the city illuminated only by the dim streetlights, and the theme park in the distance. Unlike most others, Dazai hadn’t been asleep. He’d been, as usual, trying to kill himself. Earlier he’d taken a bottle of pills he’d found on Mori’s desk, now holding them in his hand, examining it closely. His mind raced with thoughts of the last things he’d wanted to do before he finally died.
Before long, Dazai found himself hunched over on the edge of his bed, pants snaked around his knees, hand pumping eagerly up and down his cock. Dazai frantically dialed Chuuya’s number, holding back his moans.
“Chuyya,” Dazai murmured, voice lacking all its normal conviction.
“Eh? The hell you callin’me for this late,” Chuuya grumbled, eyes widening as he heard Dazai moan softly into the mic.
“Come over. Please,” Dazai begged, voice gradually becoming more and more needy. “I don’t wanna die a virgin.”
“...Fine. But only this once, got it? You’re lucky I’m even up at this hour.” Chuuya sighed, fingertips rubbing his temples in annoyance. “I’ll be there soon, mackerel."
–
Chuuya harshly pulled the door to Dazai’s room open, taking in the sight of him, still eagerly stroking.
“You’re a pain in the ass, y'know that?” Chuuya huffed, locking the door behind him. “Let’s just get this over with.”
With that, Chuuya plopped down on Dazai’s sweat-dampened mattress, manhandling Dazai’s lithe body, spreading his thighs apart. Dazai let out a half hearted, almost drunken chuckle as Chuuya yanked his pants fully off. Chuuya cocked a brow in confusion,
“The hell you laughin’ for, mackerel?” He asked, a frown tugging at his lips.
“Oh, nothing, Chuuya,” Dazai purred, head falling back against his pillow. Ignoring him, Chuuya pulled off his shirt, haphazardly tossing it onto the floor.
“Take your clothes off, Dazai,” Chuuya ordered, voice stern. He snickered as Dazai frantically stripped, clearly eager. “Good boy.” He praised condescendingly.
It didn’t take long before they were both bare, awkwardly staring at each other's naked bodies. Dazai’s eyes trailed down Chuuya’s form, cock twitching at the sight.
“Heh, see somethin’ you like, mackerel?” Dazai nodded. He spread his legs invitingly, silently begging for Chuuya’s touch.
Luckily for him, Chuuya had taken notice, leaning in, hand reaching over to wrap around Dazai’s aching cock, feeling it pulse in his hand.
“Shit… You really are needy, aren’t ya?” Chuuya snickered, his hand never slowing its movements. He listened as Dazai tried to suppress his moans, not wanting to admit just how much he was enjoying this. “No use in trying to hide it, mackerel. I know I’m amazing,” Chuuya smirked. Dazai chuckled, voice a half broken moan.
“Cocky as ever,” He murmured, voice trailing off into an embarrassing whine as Chuuya tightened his grip.
“Alright, alright. If this is somethin’ you really wanna do before you kick the bucket, might as well do it right,” Chuuya purred, pulling his hand off Dazai’s cock, listening to him moan dejectedly. “Pathetic,” Chuuya murmured mockingly under his breath. He pulled Dazai up by the arm, watching as his eyes instantly went to his cock, drool practically dripping down his chin.
“Suppose you shouldn’t die without knowing the taste,” Chuuya teased, hand wrapping around the back of Dazai’s neck, pushing his head down onto his cock. Eagerly, Dazai began to suck, his own arousal throbbing between his legs as he bobbed his head up and down, Chuuya’s fingers tangled in Dazai’s hair. “Eugh, you should really clean yourself more often, mackerel,” Chuuya grunted through gritted teeth, pushing Dazai’s head further down.
“Mmf… Hah,” Dazai panted. Momentarily pulling himself off of Chuuya’s length, a string of saliva connecting their bodies. “I don’t think now's an appropriate time to talk about my hygiene, Chuuya!” He grumbled.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m just saying, you should really wash your hair more often,” Chuuya replied with a smirk, not bothering to give Dazai a moment to respond before pushing his face back down, forcing him to take it all in his mouth.
Dazai gagged at first, quickly adjusting to Chuuya’s impressive length, his tip hitting the back of his throat. Dazai sucked, drool dripping down the corners of his stretched lips as his tongue laved at the base of Chuuya’s cock.
“Fuck,” Chuuya moaned, head falling back. “I gotta say, you’re oddly good at this. You sure you’re a virgin, Dazai?”
“Aww, is that a compliment?” Dazai teased, voice momentarily regaining its usual tone as he gazed up at Chuuya.
“Watch it, Dazai. Don’t go getting a big head,” Chuuya groaned, hand sliding down to hit the back of Dazai’s neck, making him gag. Chuuya couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. As much as he hated to admit it, Dazai looked almost pretty underneath him like this, obeying his every command. “Nngh, harder Dazai… I’m close,” Chuuya moaned out.
Dazai obeyed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he sucked with inexperienced effort. He bobbed his head up and down on Chuuya, desperate to taste his release. It didn’t take long before Chuuya came, warm, sticky cum coating Dazai’s throat. He played with Dazai’s hair, pulling him off of his softening length. For a moment, they just stared at each other, trying to catch their breath. An awkward silence stretched between the two once more, both their bodies already slick with sweat.
“Soo, are we supposed to kiss or something, Chuuya?” Dazai teased, his voice taking on its usual sing-song tone.
“I liked you better when you weren’t talking, mackerel.” Chuuya huffed, though his words had no real bite. An odd feeling churned in his gut as Dazai gazed up at him with such fondness, something almost akin to butterflies, but he pushed the feeling aside. Chuuya let his thumb caress Dazai’s cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath his fingertip.
“Let’s keep goin’, yeah? You’re still technically a virgin, y’know,” Chuuya murmured, thumb still absentmindedly stroking. Dazai nodded, already seemingly exhausted despite the hardness still aching between his legs.
“Mm, yeah,” Dazai purred, head resting against Chuuya’s inner thigh.
He gently patted Dazai’s cheek, gesturing for him to lift up his head. Dazai obeyed, flopping on his back.
“So obedient, Dazai,” Chuuya murmured, positioning himself between Dazai’s spread legs, rubbing his bare thigh, inching higher up towards where he needed it. Dazai whimpered, forcing his legs to stay open, despite the instinctive urge to clamp them shut.
His squirming hadn’t gone unnoticed by Chuuya, who’d let his hand trail up Dazai’s side, squeezing his hip possessively. He was gonna have to take this a little slower, Dazai was a virgin, after all. He brought his fingers up to Dazai’s mouth, watching him gaze at them wide eyed.
“Suck,” Chuuya ordered, and Dazai obeyed, greedily suckling on Chuuya’s fingers, soaking them in his spit. Dazai couldn’t help but stare, seeing Chuuya’s rough, scarred hand up close. The faded red markings from his corruption looked near beautiful under the dim lighting of his bedroom. It made his heart flutter in his chest.
Before long, Chuuya pulled out, free hand softly stroking Dazai’s cheek as he brought his fingers down, circling the spit slick digits on Dazai’s hole. He clenched at the unfamiliar stimulation, swallowing hard. Chuuya glanced up at Dazai, taking in his scrunched features.
“You alright?” He asked, voice uncharacteristically soft, especially for it to be aimed at Dazai. Dazai nodded, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks at Chuuya’s almost caring tone, although he hadn’t seemed to notice.
“Yeah, just… New for me,” Dazai murmured, chuckling wryly under his breath.
“Shh, I know, baby,” Chuuya cooed, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His cheeks flushed slightly as his mind caught up with his mouth, although he didn’t dare retract them, sparing himself the embarrassment. He couldn’t help but notice the way Dazai’s pupils dilated at the endearment.
Chuuya’s gaze flicked south, fingertips continuing to rub against Dazai’s clenched hole, trying to get him used to the stimulation before pushing inside. He slowly pressed the tip of his finger into Dazai, feeling him clench around him.
“Shh,” Chuuya murmured softly, “It’s alright…Let me in, okay?”
Dazai nodded, trying his best to relax his body under Chuuya’s soothing touch. His finger pushed deeper inside him, gently stroking his inner walls.
“F-Fuck, that’s intense,” Dazai groaned softly under his breath.
“You’ve never touched yourself here before?” Chuuya questioned, and Dazai shook his head. “...That’s surprising actually,” He chuckled. “Expected a freak like you to have experimented with yourself at least a little.”
Chuuya’s finger pressed deeper inside, curling slightly to hit his prostate. Dazai couldn’t help but let out a loud whine at that, back arching off the mattress.
“Oh? You like that, huh?” Chuuya teased, his digit continuing to stroke his sensitive spot, practically making Dazai see stars. His cock was weeping, precum dripping down his shaft at the intense stimulation, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth as his head slumped to the side on his pillow.
“It really is a pretty picture, y'know. Seeing you all fucked out like this underneath me…” Chuuya trailed off, slowing his finger slightly as he gently pressed a second one in, making Dazai yelp. He thrusted his digits slowly, letting Dazai adjust to the stretch.
“This feel okay?” Chuuya asked, fingers gently stroking inside him. Dazai nodded. A small smile curled at Chuuya’s lips as he gazed down at Dazai, so soft and pliant beneath him. He really was gorgeous, and for tonight, he was all his.
Dazai squirmed on Chuuya’s thick fingers, the intrusion even now unfamiliar, but still pleasant nonetheless. Despite himself, Dazai couldn’t help but want more, instinctively pressing himself further down onto Chuuya’s fingers, which hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“More?” Chuuya asked, brows furrowed. “Are you sure you’re ready for that, Dazai?”
“What would be the point if we stop now?” Dazai asked rhetorically.
“Alright, smartass. I wasn’t saying we have to stop, but…I just want you to be sure.” Chuuya glanced down, his features appearing almost…Nervous?
“I’m sure, Chuuya,” Dazai murmured softly, gazing up towards Chuuya with needy eyes. “Please?” He whispered softly, breaking Chuuya’s resolve.
He nodded, aligning himself with Dazai’s hole, rubbing his tip against his entrance. The precum leaking down his shaft was more than enough to keep Dazai lubed up. He gently pressed inside, tip engulfed by Dazai’s tight walls.
“Fuck…” Chuuya groaned, “You feel really good, mackerel.”
He slowly pushed deeper, until half his impressive length rested inside Dazai. He glanced up at the brunet.
“Too much?” He asked, shallowly thrusting into Dazai, listening to his soft whimpers and moans as he pushed his head into a pillow.
“Hey, hey. Talk to me,” Chuuya cooed, one hand gently gripping Dazai’s hip, the other reaching up to grab his chin, forcing eye contact. “Use your words. Does this feel okay to you, Dazai?” He asked, tone too serious to be teasing.
“Y-Yes, Chuuya. It feels really good, actually,” Dazai chuckled weakly. “Please…Keep going,”
Chuuya smiled softly, nodding as he stroked Dazai's soft cheek.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep going,” He murmured under his breath, continuing his shallow thrusts as his hand trailed down Dazai’s cheek, joining his other on Dazai’s hips. He kept his grip gentle but steady, feeling Dazai squirm cutely underneath him as he pushed deeper, and deeper.
Chuuya sped up a bit, head downturned as he pushed his length in and out of Dazai’s tightness with increasing speed, feeling Dazai moan and writhe beneath him.
“F-Feels good,” Dazai panted, struggling to keep his breathing steady as Chuuya’s thrusts continued.
“Really good?” Dazai nodded, and Chuuya took it as a plea for more. He bottomed out inside him, thrusts quick and deep, pushing his full length inside Dazai, filling him completely.
Dazai sobbed in ecstasy, back arching as drool spilled down the corner of his mouth. His eyes were glassy, tears welling up and making him lose his focus. He stared up at the ceiling, too weak and boneless to tilt his head down and stare at his lover who was giving him his all. He panted, squirming slightly, hips twitching as his body tensed.
“Close,” He murmured, voice barely audible.
“You’re close, Dazai? Me too,” Chuuya huffed breathlessly, hips twitching erratically as he fucked into him. Dazai squirmed, every nerve in his body alight as he came, biting down on his tongue to stifle a loud moan. His eyes fluttered shut, body shaking as Chuuya continued thrusting, his stomach slick and sticky with his release.
“Hah…Good boy,” Chuuya moaned, hilting himself inside Dazai, ropes of cum erupting from his sensitive cock, filling Dazai to the brim.
They panted, sweat slick bodies intertwined as they came down from their shared high.
“...Fuck, I-I’m sorry,” Chuuya murmured as he pulled his softening cock out of Dazai. “I should’ve asked if I could cum inside like that…” He murmured shamefully, cheeks burning a bright red.
“It’s ok, Chuuya,” Dazai panted, body still horribly sensitive from his very recent release. “I would’ve wanted you to anyway.”
Chuuya chuckled softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“I should clean you up now, huh?” He asked, glancing down at their shared mess, evidence of his release dripping out of Dazai’s well fucked hole.
Chuuya reached over to grab some tissues off Dazai’s nightstand, wiping the cum off his stomach.
“You made quite the mess, huh?” He teased, smiling when he heard Dazai chuckle in response.
“Mm, yeah, but you made more of a mess,” He hummed softly.
Chuuya rolled his eyes, grabbing a few more tissues and wiping himself off, before wiping Dazai’s hole, listening to him whimper.
“Sensitive?” He asked, watching Dazai squirm. “It’s alright, it’s normal.”
“You want me to stay tonight?” Chuuya asked, and Dazai nodded. “Alright, I will. But afterwards, we never talk about this again.”
–
Chuuya finished cleaning the both of them off, lying down in bed with Dazai on his sweat-dampened sheets. Dazai cuddled up next to him like a small dog, head resting on Chuuya’s bare chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Why’d you ask me to come over, anyways?” Chuuya asked.
“I trust you. I mean, who else would I ask?”
“Yeah, fair enough, mackerel.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, Chuuya’s hand stroking through Dazai’s tangled hair.
“...You really gonna do it this time?” Chuuya asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.
“You know I try.”
Chuuya couldn’t help but feel a pit growing in his stomach, the thought nearly making him nauseous.
“I know, I know,” He sighed, hand rubbing Dazai’s back, lulling him to sleep. “...Just don’t wanna lose you, Osamu,” Chuuya murmured quietly under his breath, nearly inaudible, but Dazai was already asleep.
“Good night, Dazai,” Chuuya murmured softly, holding him close as if it were the last time he’d get to, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Sleep well.”