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Three in the morning. It was three in the fucking morning and Dazai had decided it was necessary to call Chuuya. It was obviously just to get off, it never seemed to not be with Dazai. He’d always been insatiable, from when they first met, to now.
Chuuya begrudgingly lifted himself from his mattress, and took his phone from the nightstand. Dazai’s contact lit up his screen, a picture of the brunette completely nude and in a suggestive position, under was text that simply read ‘osamu’. The contact photo was most likely not wise to keep, as there was a good possibility of one of his colleagues seeing it unintentionally. Chuuya couldn’t bring himself to change it, though.
He let his phone’s ringtone play for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not to actually pick up. If he didn’t, he was bound to just get another call, followed by another. Dazai had a habit of refusing to give up when he wanted something, especially when it came to sex. So in the end, Chuuya only groaned, and accepted the call.
Dazai’s sweet, foxy face appeared on the screen, along with Chuuya’s own in the corner. The redhead fumbled to get the camera at a good angle, only then realizing it was a video call that he had joined. Dazai didn’t waste much time before speaking, voice soft so as not to be heard by his colleagues in the dorm rooms next to him.
“Hi. I was lonely today, you didn’t text me once!” He whisper-shouted, full bottom lip curling into a small pout. It had become a bit of a ritual for them to send mostly-lewd messages to one another during the work day, so Dazai had been rather upset when he hadn’t received even one from Chuuya. “It was soooo boring. I had to do paperwork, and Chuuya couldn’t do so much as send me one picture of his dick! Horrible.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes, unimpressed. “I had shit to do, baby. I couldn’t just drop everything to sext you,” he grumbled. As much as he would love to talk dirty to Dazai all day, he had a job. He rubbed his eyes, before adding, “I’ll pick you up from work tomorrow. Take you back to my apartment for the weekend, ‘kay?”
A few beats of silence passed as Dazai considered the offer, even though the answer was definitely going to be ‘yes.’ He nodded slowly, pout not yet disappearing from his face. “Okay. But I’m not going to hang up. You’re going to stay on here with me, and you’re going to make me cum, ‘cause I am not going to bed without doing so.” It really was just part of Dazai’s nature to be a brat, Chuuya thought.
“Fuckin’ bossy,” he snorted, “fine. How do you expect me to do that, though? I’m not magic, smartass.”
Dazai whined petulantly in response. “I dunno! You think I’m not already fingering myself? Just say something hot.” Presumably as proof, he tilted his camera down to his soft tummy, and then to where his hand was in between his thighs, fingers buried in his cunt.
Chuuya sucked in a sharp breath, trying to keep a straight face and not get a raging hard-on just at the sight. “Slut,” he grumbled, “filthy fuckin’ slut. ‘N’ you’ve always been this way, too…” As he spoke, his hand subconsciously drifted down to his own crotch. His will must not have been strong enough, considering the fact he was already hard.
Biting his lip, Dazai pulled his phone camera back up to his face. His cheeks were a pretty shade of pink, Chuuya began to notice. The white noise of the shitty AC unit in the dorms was audible, only slightly dampening the quiet sounds of pleasure that Dazai was starting to let out. “You must be so lonely, in that big penthouse,” he droned, “all alone. Without me. I would make you feel so good if I were there.”
Chuuya was already beginning to palm over himself through his boxers, without much thought to the action. It came so naturally with Dazai on the other end of the phone, after all. “Yeah?” He grunted, “go on, sweetheart. I wanna hear what goes on in that fucked-up little head of yours,” he instructed firmly.
“I’d make you dinner first. It’s my turn to cook this weekend,” Dazai listed. The couple were both decent chefs (surprisingly), so they traded the task of making one another meals off from day to day.
“Then I’d let you fuck me over the table.”
Chuuya snorted. “Yeah, no,” he denied, “that table was so expensive, there’s no chance I’m lettin’ you break it.”
Dazai whined petulantly in response to that, rolling his eyes to himself. “Are you calling me fat? How rude,” he grumbled quietly. Despite his own words, he wasn’t the slightest bit insecure of his weight gain since his teen years. Chuuya was very obviously infatuated with each new dip and curve of his body, and made sure to feed Dazai’s confidence every time they spoke.
“You know you’re not fat, baby,” Chuuya scoffed, placing his phone down on the bed facing the ceiling, so he could reach over to his nightstand to retrieve a small bottle of lotion from one of the drawers. He slicked his hand with the cream, exhaling a heavy breath as he finally gave himself the satisfaction of fisting his own cock. “Jus’ a little softer. ‘S cute as fuck.”
“You’re right. I’m very cute,” Dazai giggled. That sound always made Chuuya want to fuck him until he was sobbing. The brunette was such a slut for being handled roughly, and it was hard not to give in to his every whim. If he wanted to be slapped and choked, Chuuya would slap and choke him.
The feeling wasn’t entirely cuteness aggression, though— Dazai was extremely hard not to pamper, too. Some days, all Chuuya could think about in the middle of work was kissing those sweet thighs and treating him right.
He was nothing if not smitten over Dazai. Since their teenage years, he’d even adapted to the title of his ‘dog’, and wore it proudly. He was certain that the brunette could parade him around with a leash and he wouldn’t be ashamed at all. With Dazai in his life, he was one happy man.
Mesmerized by the giant doe eyes that were staring at him through the screen, Chuuya husked, “yeah. My darlin’ angel.” He knew full well his words were bullshit, Dazai was far from an ‘angel’, but they sounded nice nonetheless. “Can’t believe I have you. Wouldn’t have believed I would when we first met.”
“Ungh… ‘t makes me wanna kiss you so bad when you say stuff like that…” Dazai whined, visibly a little distressed that he wasn’t able to do so at that moment. Chuuya cooed at the tiny frown on his face, hand unintentionally quickening due to how cute the sight was.
“Don’t worry. You can kiss me all you want this weekend. I’ll even let you leave a couple marks, too. That sound good, baby?” He grunted. Dazai’s face immediately lit up, delighted at the prospect of showing Chuuya’s coworkers that he belonged to someone. The brunette was pretty easily satisfied, if given the chance to prove his (mildly futile) power over him.
Dazai nodded frantically, moaning audibly. “Yes. Wanna kiss all those pretty piercings on your dick. Each of them.”
Chuuya inhaled sharply, bucking up into his own fist as he prodded over one of the aforementioned piercings. He’d gotten his jacob’s ladder done shortly before Dazai left the mafia, five rings on the underside of his dick. The brunette had been obsessed since day one.
“Turn the camera down again f’me, baby,” the redhead guided, clicking his tongue as Dazai did as instructed.
The view Chuuya was given in return was breathtaking. Pale, scarred thighs peeled apart from each other to reveal his soft cunt, and the fingers plunged inside it. His thumb pressed over his puffy clit, occasionally brushing by the neat tuft of curls above. A literal angel on Earth.
Now sopping against his futon, Dazai’s cunt was possibly the most beautiful thing ever to Chuuya. He could spend hours upon hours eating, fingering, and fucking it without getting bored nor tired. And after all would be said and done, getting him fed, and tucked into the covers was just as heavenly.
“Oh… Chuuya…”
So caught up in his own thoughts about how insanely pretty his baby was, Chuuya didn’t even notice how near he was inching towards his climax until Dazai spoke of his own.
“‘M really close,” he whispered, his voice cracked and torn with love. Chuuya groaned in agreement, hand moving up and down at a desperate pace. Dazai’s own fingers were also starting to pump erratically, creating a gentle wet sound that had Chuuya throbbing.
“Shit, baby,” he hissed through his teeth, “my bunny. My sweet, disgustin’, fuckin’ bunny—“
“Fuuck!”
As Dazai came, the most adorable, lewd moan escaped from his lips— along with a small spray of liquid from his cunt. He had squirted. Chuuya took a mental note of the petname ‘bunny’, he’d have to keep that in his back pocket for the weekend if this was the effect it had on Dazai.
Just the sight and thought of Dazai squirting from his voice alone had Chuuya cumming as well, his own nasty curses coming out in short bursts as he came across his belly. His eyes fluttered shut as he cruised through the high, floating on Cloud Nine with Dazai right beside him.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, and set his phone down next to him on the bed to clean himself up. “Are you holding up okay? Dazai?”
A small sound of affirmation came from the phone speaker, with Dazai nearly knocked out on the other end. Neither of them could remember when he’d cum that hard last, and it was kind of shocking that it had happened over a call. Nonetheless, he was satisfied.
Dazai’s face came back onto the screen, accompanied by a shaky wave ‘goodbye’. “Thank you, Chuuya. I love you. G’night…”
“I love you too. Goodnight, angel.”
Chuuya couldn’t wait for the weekend.