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Chuuya shifted his grasp on Dazai's wrists for a moment as his eyes caught on the darkened skin on Dazai's forearm, already beginning to turn a deeper blue against his skin.
Marks on Dazai were… complicated, as all other things with the suicide loving asshole were. Chuuya hated it whenever anyone else put marks on Dazai, even (especially) when that person was Dazai himself. Whenever someone hurt his partner, Chuuya was likely to fall off the rails and throw all rules aside to tear them to pieces if someone didn't stop him soon enough, but the sight of this... the knowledge that it was Chuuya who had put that mark there earlier as he'd kept Dazai caged against the mattress..
It made Chuuya something inside Chuuya settle, pleased that his claim on this man was stark on his skin. Pleased that there was proof that- at least in some way- he owned Dazai just as much as Dazai owned him.
He groaned at the thought and thrust harder as his hand pressed down against that darkening skin, causing Dazai to hiss and try to twist away from him.
But Dazai was fooling no one. Chuuya could feel the way that Dazai had clenched down at that, could see the way that his cock jumped and drooled against his stomach. For someone who claimed to hate pain, Dazai’s actions all too often proved him to be somewhat of a masochist, and Chuuya wouldn’t be a mafioso if he didn’t exploit that at least a little.
With a smirk, Chuuya continued pressing his hand against that spot, increasing and releasing pressure in time with his thrusts.
“Chuuya.” Dazai snapped- whined, really- as he glared up at him. Chuuya just hummed and shut the Mackerel's words up with his tongue, leaning down as he continued to work his partner- his, his, HIS- over with his hands and cock until the man’s trembles turned into quaking and he was gasping into Chuuya’s mouth as he came.
Chuuya followed shortly after, all of the new possibilities laying out before them running through his mind and shortening his race to the edge. He smirked down at Dazai when he'd finished.
"Should’ve known you would have a kink for this, shouldn’t I have, Dazai?" he asked with a smirk. After all, how many times had Dazai purposely agitated Chuuya into tossing him around a bit?
"I think maybe Chibi is confusing his own violent tendencies with my own wants." Dazai purred with carefully shuttered eyes, reaching up to draw Chuuya down for a kiss that was obviously meant to postpone the conversation. No wonder, when that hadn’t been Dazai’s best attempt at gaslighting him. Poor Mackerel was probably still too high on endorphins to have recovered full use of the manipulative side of his brain.
Chuuya allowed the distraction, but only for now.
They were definitely going to be talking about this later.