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[thesettingsun]

Quick survey: do you know anyone from home here, or are you the only one who got brought from your world?

And is it weird to people from modern Japan to see Valentine's Day not being advertised in February? It was only really brought over after my death, but the last few years I've been around for it, you can't miss all the sales and promotions.

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[darkdisgrace]

Well, then I certainly can't disappoint now can I?

[Chuuya watches Dazai remove his shirt, gaze appreciative.

Meanwhile, his own hand is coming up to absently undo his vest and shirt with far less show-- if they're doing this, he wants to feel skin against skin. His skin bears scars in contrast, some small, some large, but surprisingly not as many as you'd expect for someone in his line of work. At least one large patch of scarred skin that looks like it didn't heal right low on his abdomen.]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai watches Chuuya undress with clear appreciation. He palms himself through his pants, moaning low.]

Chuuya...

[Right, these pants have got to go. Followed by his underwear. Dazai sucks on his own fingers, maintaining eye contact as he does so.]

[darkdisgrace]

[Dazai isn't the only one who's feeling a little tight down below. Chuuya's already undoing his belt as Dazai moans, and there's a flash of want in his eyes as Dazai sucks on his fingers.

Yeah, that's enough of a striptease. He makes his way towards Dazai, never once breaking eye contact.]

Hmm.. I might have something better for you to suck on.

[Dazai might think he's suggesting his cock, but what Chuuya offers is his still gloved fingers, stroking them against Dazai's bottom lip.]

[thesettingsun]

[Cock would be better, but Dazai can work with this. He wraps his lips around Chuuya's gloved fingers, sucking as eagerly as he had before on the train. The taste of leather is strong, but it's not bad.]

Mmm...

[darkdisgrace]

[The leather is warm and smooth, expensive like pretty much everything else Chuuya likes to wear. And god does Dazai's mouth feel good through his gloves, good enough that his breath hitches slightly, arousal growing far more obvious if Dazai chooses to look. He presses down lightly on the man's tongue, marveling at how eager he is.

Cock might be better, but he's saving that for the main event.]

Look at that... You look so sexy like this.

[thesettingsun]

[Praise still absolutely does it for Dazai, and he moans around Chuuya's fingers as his cock does a visible jump at the words. He laves each of his fingers with his tongue, giving all of them careful individual attention.

How could he not be eager?]

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya lets out a groan as he watches, slowly thrusting his fingers in Dazai's mouth a few times, admiring the way his mouth works around them, the expression on Dazai's face, the way he moans. It was so...]

Holy shit, that's hot.

[His voice is just a little wrecked when he finally removes his gloved fingers from Dazai's mouth... only to slowly back the man towards the futon nearby, leaning forward to press kisses to Dazai's neck as he does. He considered using the low table, but there were things on it still and he didn't want to spill the vodka.

Another time, maybe.]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai is down for being bent over a table at any and all times, but the futon is just as good. He tilts his head to give Chuuya more room to work as his back hits the futon.]

Chuuya, please, please-

[His hands splay out over Chuuya's chest, tracing the lines of scars.]

[darkdisgrace]

Please what? Come on, don't be shy--

[He takes in a sharp, shaking breath at Dazai's touch however, switching from kissing to nipping at Dazai's skin as a way to muffle his own moans. He presses Dazai down into the futon mattress when they arrive, settling a knee between the man's legs while feeling up his side.]

Fuck I hope the walls are thick here...

[Though even if they aren't, he doesn't plan to stop.]

[thesettingsun]

Please fuck me, I need your cock in me, please please please-

[What walls? What neighbors? Dazai's forgotten all about them. He's too busy grinding against Chuuya's knee and appreciating Chuuya's abs with his hands to notice.]

[darkdisgrace]

You'll get it alright... but not until I'm good and ready.

[His voice is low and heated, a hint of a smug growl at the edge of it as he removes one hand from Dazai... only to dig around near the futon mattress.

After a moment, he's coming back with a tube of lube, popping it open and slicking up the fingers of one hand. He sinks his teeth into Dazai's collar as he spreads his legs with his other hand just a bit more, grinning sharply.]

First, I want you spread out on my fingers. Be a good boy for me and I'll make it worth your while.

[He doesn't waste time pressing a finger into Dazai, leaning up to bite Dazai's bottom lip as he does. He's not particularly gentle, but he's careful enough at least.]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai can take a little discomfort, especially in the name of getting laid. He groans into Chuuya's mouth, trying to fuck himself on Chuuya's finger.]

I'll be your good boy...

[Yes, he very much likes the sound of that.]

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya groans at the feeling of Dazai fucking himself down onto his fingers, and it is an act of incredible self-restraint right now to keep from pulling them out and replacing them with his cock. Instead he's making sure Dazai's stretched enough-- spreading his fingers and stretching him out, thrusting first one, then two into Dazai at a steady, demanding pace.]

So eager, the way you fuck yourself on my fingers... tell me how much you want it, Dazai.

[The words are purred into his ear, followed by a nibble to the skin there.]

[thesettingsun]

[Chuuya is better than Dazai deserves, because he's absolutely not making it easy to restrain himself despite the fact that he would probably pout if Chuuya didn't prepare him enough.]

I need it, I need you so bad, Chuuya- [He groans, rolling his hips to take those fingers as deep as he can.] -you feel so good already, when you fuck me I'll lose my mind-

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya has no interest in fucking someone who isn't going to enjoy themselves fully, so this is as much for him as it is Dazai. He keeps up the pace prepping him, leaving darkening marks all along his neck as he does, but there's only so long he can keep up his restraint.

Eventually it snaps, and he pulls his fingers out quickly, pressing one of Dazai's legs back for more room to slide between his thighs. He palms the man's arousal a few times as he lines himself up, breathing harder and more than a bit flushed himself.]

You want it hard, right? Hard enough to make you scream?

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai could just about sob with relief when Chuuya finishes prepping him. Patience has never been his strong point. His legs wrap around Chuuya's back.]

Hard, please, I want to feel it for days-

[darkdisgrace]

Oh, you will.

[He leans up to catch Dazai's liips in a filthy kiss, biting his lips before slipping inside to devour him. When he finally pulls away with one last lick to Dazai's lips, it's with a grin.]

You'll feel me every single moment, every time you move--

[And then he's thrusting forward with one sharp jerk of his hips, driving himself into Dazai to the hilt.

He wanted hard? He would get hard.]

[thesettingsun]

Aaah-!

[And in return, Chuuya gets loud. Dazai clings to him, nails digging half-circles into Chuuya's arms.]

So good... you're perfect, Chuuya...

[He squeezes around him, deliberately.]

[darkdisgrace]

[Some might complain about the loudness and the nails, but Chuuya loves it. Loves knowing that he's doing this, making him fall to pieces, desperate and needy. And the only one who can give Dazai what he needs is him.]

You feel amazing--

[His voice hitches as Dazai squeezes around him, and he rewards the man by pulling out with a long, slow drag... then with a sharp snap of his hips driving himself in deep. He starts building up a hard, even pace, fingers clenched hard on Dazai's thigh for leverage in a way that will almost certainly leave bruises.]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai loves every second of this - the hard thrusts, the bruises on his thighs, the way Chuuya praises him. Chuuya's name streams from his lips, along with the occasional 'god' and 'please'.

He raises his hips as best he can to meet Chuuya's thrusts, to take him in as deep as he can possibly go.]