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"C'mon…say it, Chuuya."
"Ahn…n-no way in hell."
Dazai smirked, his hand moving faster. The redhead moaned, arching his slender hips up against the smug detective. His cheeks burned like he had a fever and he couldn't keep the noises—little gasps, groans, pleads—from escaping his open lips.
But still, no matter how well Dazai used his nimble hands or his skilled mouth or his—
"O-oh, Dazai," he moaned, gasping as his partner increased his pace, dancing his fingertips across his length, "Stop, a-ah! I-I'll kick your ass."
"Chuuya, say it," he purred, leaning down and kissing his neck. His other hand roamed up underneath his shirt, sliding the material up to reveal his narrow waist.
"Ngh, damn you b-bastard," Chuuya gasped out. His body squirmed, his hips moving upwards in time with that deft hand though his pride wouldn't let him admit it. Dazai nibbled on his neck, his tongue leaving scorching marks on his skin.
He was close—so close, just a few more and he would…
Dazai clutched the base of his shaft and Chuuya cried out.
"D-don't stop," he stuttered out, his cheeks the same color as his hair.
Dazai smirked evilly, taking in the petite mafia sprawled between his legs. Chuuya was a mess. His hair was wild and mussed up, his large eyes blown wide, his plump mouth open and wet and letting out choked curses and pleads.
He was beautiful.
Dazai ground up against his ass, his erection visibly felt despite the fact that he was still wearing pants.
"You have to ask nicely, little one," he murmured lowly, his words punctuated with a hand trailing up Chuuya's side.
"No way in hell, you sick fuck!"
Dazai smiled happily; he loved how Chuuya always tried to fight him.
Even though it was in vain.
Dazai offered two fingers to the redhead's lips.
"Suck."
Chuuya gingerly opened his mouth, his long lashes grazing against his cheeks as he looked up at Dazai. His tongue swirled the tips of Dazai's fingers as he nibbled on the coarse pads, gazing for the latter's reaction.
Though he tried to hide it behind an aloof demeanor, Dazai was affected. His breathing was uneven and his eyes were clouded with lust.
Chuuya smiled. And then he took both fingers at once.
He swirled his tongue around Dazai's knuckles as the detective's demeanor completely collapsed. He swallowed the tips of his fingers as he moaned throatily. He didn't have a gag reflex—Dazai knew that better than anyone.
Yanking his fingers out of his mouth, Dazai growled, "On your knees, now."
Chuuya happily obliged, turning over and wriggling his ass in the air impatiently.
He didn't hear anything from Dazai for a couple moments and frowned. Turning around, he demanded, "Oi! Dazai, are you going to fuck me or wha—"
His voice cut off with a cry of surprise as something breached his entrance. Dazai smirked above him as he eased a dildo into his ass. It was already covered in lube, but it was big. Chuuya hissed in pain as Dazai maneuvered it gently into him.
"Did you think I'd let you have it that easily?" he cooed, biting against Chuuya's neck as his hand worked the dildo in deeper.
The redhead groaned in response, grinding back against it..
Soon enough, Dazai was steadily pumping the dildo in and out of him in a steady tempo, looking for the spot that would make him see stars.
"Ah!"
Dazai beamed, "Ooh, found it."
And then he turned the vibration on.
Chuuya screamed.
"D-dazai, please!" He begged, his body clenching as the device drilled in a low buzz into him.
Dazai leaned back and smirked, his hand on the remote.
"Not the magic word I'm looking for, Chuuya," he said, before turning the remote up a notch.
The dildo rammed rhythmically against his prostrate. It was enough to make him aroused beyond belief, but nowhere near enough to make him come.
It drove him insane.
"Ahn, please, please Dazai," he begged, pride all but forgotten as tears sprung in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks.
Dazai smirked. He loved having control over Chuuya; everything he did was about control. There was a reason he never bothered taking his own clothes off when he fucked the naked redhead. There was a reason he left marks all over his small body. It was all about power and dominance. It was a mind game—and Dazai never lost.
Dazai ghosted his lips across Chuuya's. The overstimulation left him gasping and more tears slip down his cheeks.
The sight was overwhelming.
His beautiful petite mafia, face down and ass up in the air, with a giant dildo throbbing in his ass and his face flushed and contorted in pleasure, crying—it was erotic enough to make him come.
"Say it, Chuuya." His voice was low, like cool water soothing scorched steel.
Chuuya threw away all sense of dignity.
"Daddy," he gasped.
That one word went straight to Dazai's dick and he felt himself grow even harder.
"Again," he growled.
"Daddy, p-please fuck me, please," Chuuya begged, gasping for air.
"With pleasure."
Chuuya cried out as Dazai pulled the still-vibrating dildo from his ass. In one smooth stroke, he rammed himself fully inside of Chuuya, leaving the redhead screaming in pleasure and pain.
Dazai pulled out before slamming back in, groaning against Chuuya's neck.
"Daddy!" He screamed again and Dazai hissed in pleasure. He was not going to last long.
Chuuya was tight and his insides squeezed him hard. He gripped his small hips and fucked him thoroughly, ramming against his prostrate and leaving him hoarse.
"Oh, oh, oh, don't stop please Daddy," Chuuya sobbed, his pupils flying behind his eyes as Dazai kept up his punishing pace.
Chuuya's toes curls as he cried out, "I-I'm going to…!"
At that instant, Dazai flipped Chuuya over on his back. He wanted to see his release, his euphoric face.
He wanted to see what he'd turned Chuuya into.
Dazai slammed into the small executive and murmured, "Come for me, little one."
With a shuddering scream, Chuuya obeyed.
His spine arched, his mouth wide open in pleasure, his eyes shot and dark. Chuuya's small fingers dug into the sheets below him as waves of pleasure rocked into him, leaving him a sobbing and quivering mess.
"D-daddy, oh, Dazai you make me—" he muttered, chanting Dazai's name over and over.
It was too much for Dazai, seeing prideful little Chuuya completely wrecked and he came with a grunt, thrusting into Chuuya as he filled him.
Chuuya gasped as Dazai pulled out, his seed leaving a sticky trail on his ass. His face was red with humiliation as he realized what he just did. Dazai caught onto his embarrassment and smiled smugly.
"Daddy always wins, Chuuya."