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Dazai stood outside his building with his coat on though it's not cold anymore, and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He wears the tan coat despite being about to brazenly enter mafia territory. It doesn't make a difference at all, considering who he'll be joining.
A black car with illegally tinted windows rolls up. Late in the evening, the sun is going down as Dazai gets in the passenger side. Chuuya reaches over to grab Dazai's thigh and squeeze it as Dazai shuts the door. He'd barely sat down and Chuuya was already sexually harassing him. He must be pent up.
The text that let Dazai know to be outside had read
I'm on your side of the city. Come outside I'm coming to get you for the night.
6:48pm
Chuuya had been gone. Dazai didn't know exactly how long. He probably came over here to get Dazai on purpose.
"You're still in your work clothes."
"I didn't have time to change."
Kunikida held him up at the office. After getting through his door he checked his phone. He barely had time to stuff clothes into his duffel bag alongside his toothbrush, because Chuuya said Come outside like he was already there.
Chuuya shrugs and gives Dazai's thigh a squeeze as he makes a one-handed turn.
He's a better driver than Dazai, but the brunet would be lying if he said Chuuya's driving didn't give him anxiety.
Miraculously, they make it to Chuuya's parking garage. Chuuya leads the way and Dazai dawdles after him. They take an elevator to his floor.
Once the door has closed behind them and they are taking off shoes in the genkan, Dazai speaks.
"Can I take some time to prepare myself?"
Chuuya nods. "Don't take too long."
"Okay." Dazai will probably be able to manage that, but finds him demanding as always.
〜〜〜
When Dazai walks into Chuuya's bedroom his body language is shy and skittish. All he wears are his bandages, and Chuuya almost wants to praise him for being naked already. Instead, he gestures Dazai over to the bed.
The lanky brunet clambers onto the absurdly sized mattress, making his way close to Chuuya. He reminds Chuuya of a cat. Maybe he does want attention, or maybe he's only doing this because he has to. Chuuya finds him cute, and wants to torture him, wants to hear him beg for it to end.
Dazai sits next to him and waits for further instructions.
Chuuya pushes him down with a hand to his shoulder. Back flat to the bed. Dazai stares up at him blankly, no questions or strategies for getting out of this in his eyes.
Merely having accepted his fate, Dazai doesn't say a word. Usually, he's blabbering or saying something stupid, so this doll-like aura is a little eerie. Is he trying to show Chuuya he isn't so sensitive anymore?
Chuuya lubes up his dick, and bends Dazai's knees. Long limbs frame his torso nicely. He always looks better beneath Chuuya though, so the redhead observes the details hungrily.
After a quick alignment at his rim, Chuuya sinks into the body below him. Smooth, raw, bliss. Inside of Dazai is sucking him deeper. Chuuya wastes no spare moment letting Dazai adjust to the full feeling, immediately pulling out to thrust back in.
"Nnmmm.." Dazai tries to muffle his sounds.
Chuuya holds Dazai behind the knees for better leverage. Soon, he is pounding into him, making the brunet grunt softly with every thrust. It's especially cute to watch him try and fail to hold his noises back. Chuuya does so gleefully as he fucks him.
It's weird for them to be barely speaking. It must have to do with how transactional this exchange really is. Chuuya certainly doesn't miss Dazai's annoying quips and complaints about everything.
Although the quiet whimpers and low sounds are pleasant, Chuuya wants more of a reaction than that.
He begins to circle his hips, to grind against Dazai's sensitive nerve until he shakes.
"Ff-fuck-" Dazai swears, his dick twitching.
Chuuya drags it out, watching Dazai's lips tremble.
Slow and purposeful, steadily Chuuya grinds into him until Dazai's whole body is jolting. He cries out like a whore and Chuuya slaps his thigh. Dazai flinches and frowns, turning his head to the side.
Chuuya can tell he's getting close, and can't find an ounce of pity.
〜〜〜
Dazai was finally feeling good, then Chuuya had to hit him. Completely throwing him off, Dazai tries to focus on Chuuya's dick rubbing over his prostate. It's making him tremble.
Suddenly self-conscious, Dazai wonders if Chuuya hit him because he was being too loud. With him getting close that might become more of an issue. He puts his hands over his mouth preemptively.
Chuuya rocks his hips, eyes examining Dazai's form below him. It's too much. Dazai has little to no tolerance to help him hold off any longer.
Abruptly, all the blissful sensations are gone completely. Replaced by empty air. Dazai clenches around nothing, staring up at Chuuya wide-eyed.
The redhead is sitting back on his heels and staring down at Dazai's hole. Pretty quickly, Dazai tightens back up, perhaps he's slightly swollen from being fucked so rough. Chuuya looks up at his face and they briefly meet eyes.
Dazai breaks the eye contact first, embarrassed and shaky from having been almost came.
Suddenly, Chuuya grabs Dazai's face, squeezing his cheeks and turning him to face his way.
Dazai wonders for an instant- what Chuuya is going to do. Then, Chuuya slaps his face twice, just enough to sting. Dazai's dick throbs helplessly.
No longer right there Chuuya's cock feels rough pushing back in. Dazai's tight insides readjust to him, and Dazai cries out at the sting. He shakes his head, pushing Chuuya away.
"More lube, please."
The redhead sighs like it's such a chore, but moves to grab the bottle nearby regardless. Dizzy, Dazai hears the cap open and Chuuya pulls out most of the way, leaving just the head in. Anticipating Chuuya will treat him like a toy, Dazai tries fully relaxing as Chuuya takes him again.
It's smoother and Dazai involuntarily lets out a moan.
Enabled, Chuuya quickens the snap of his hips. Hands brutally gripping the backs of Dazai's thighs. It's bearable though, and sometimes good. Dazai shifts on his cock trying to find the best angles.
"Ah~ ah! Nnghh!" Dazai hears himself but can't stop the mortifying noises from coming out.
Eventually, Dazai takes it perfectly, feeling good but still squeezing around Chuuya.
"Nmm nmm.." Dazai makes little sounds with every thrust.
Head spinning, pleasure takes over, hands going numb. Dazai's fists clench the sheets and his cock throbs. He reaches down to touch himself but Chuuya smacks his hand away.
"So mean, Chuuya!" Dazai complains.
His hand grips the bedsheet again- nails clawing the fabric as Chuuya thrusts into him harshly. Dazai doesn't know what else to do. Lacking instruction, he just has to survive Chuuya's onslaught. There's a small chance it might not be too difficult, but it's Chuuya so Dazai has plenty to worry about.
〜〜〜
The redhead pounds away at the younger man's ass, slapping his thighs, and keeping a close watch on his dick. Dazai looks pitiful beneath him, but Chuuya shows no mercy. Patiently waiting for Dazai to begin twitching like he's close again before abruptly pulling out.
Chuuya looks down at the gaping, reddened hole. A uniquely pleasant sight to see inside. It stays open a little longer than the first time. Dazai tightens up once more, but the redness is still visible.
Dazai keens, and Chuuya smiles to himself.
"It hurts when you pull out.." Dazai says wryly, like he isn't sure if he should have spoken at all.
"Don't you think you cum too easily?" Chuuya asks him, reaching for the lubricant to be a little nice.
Dazai makes an affronted noise.
"How am I supposed to know?" He's nervous, offended too maybe.
"Your prostate is sensitive. I don't even have to touch your dick and you cum over and over. Today I don't want to let you do that."
Dazai narrows his eyes.
"That doesn't sound very nice."
Chuuya lines himself up at Dazai's entrance again- sinking into his folded ex-partner like an anchor into the sea. Dazai bites himself, muffled moans and cries trapped behind those lips and cheeks. Chuuya considers hitting him, telling him he's not allowed to muffle his sounds, but he does have neighbors. He decides not to physically punish Dazai much harder tonight since he plans to sexually torture him.
In truth, Chuuya knows he doesn't even have to be that rough with Dazai for it to overwhelm the bandaged man. After fucking him so much, Chuuya became convinced Dazai isn't exploring his body, let alone letting anyone else. Regardless, he can't help himself, tormenting Dazai in this way is the best revenge he can think of, and Dazai gets to live through it, too.
Tears well up in those pretty brown eyes, he looks so vulnerable.. Bandages and skinny body, Chuuya can't help but remember what he looked like stuck in the wall. Chuuya grins, balls deep inside of the former Demon Prodigy, finding Dazai is most definitely trapped here, too.
"Chuuya~" Dazai whines.
Beneath him like this, the taller man looks small. That oh so smart brain of his reduced to mush as he cries about being fucked by a big cock and edged.
"It's not that bad." Chuuya chides him.
"Yes it is! You have no idea! It hurts!"
In response Chuuya grinds into him that deep and says "Take it."
Dazai spasms beneath him, Chuuya watches just enthralled.
He starts fucking Dazai roughly again, not at all concerned about his ex partner's ability to handle it.
Chuuya chases his own pleasure, fucks Dazai however he wants, and eventually Dazai can hold back nothing.
"Chuuya Chuuya Chuuya-"
The older watches Dazai inhale, the way his body shakes, and Chuuya grips the base of Dazai's cock before a single spurt of cum comes out of it. Continually, Chuuya doesn't stop even while Dazai writhes, unable to finish, and presumably in excruciating discomfort.
"Why are you doing this to me?! What did I do?!" Dazai cries out.
"C'mon, you've done plenty, but have you considered you're pretty when you cry?" Chuuya taunts him.
Chuuya's firm grip on Dazai's dick prevents the bandaged man from reaching his peak while Chuuya goes after his own relentlessly. Judging by the look on Dazai's face he is having his regrets about their agreement right about now. Chuuya would laugh if he weren't finally on the edge.
"Chuuya-" Dazai's voice breaks around his name as he sobs and Chuuya cums so forcefully he's shaking during it. Reverberations echo through Dazai, too. It's hot to watch his wide eyes and scandalized expression as Chuuya fills him up.
Utter bliss from head to toe, Chuuya can't help but grin as he lets Dazai go and pulls out of him. Body alight with pleasurable shocks, Chuuya looks down at disgruntled Dazai.. Satisfied, Chuuya sits back and watches Dazai's swollen, gaping hole dripping with his cum shrink until it finally closed once more.
〜〜〜
Dazai lies there, breathing heavily, sore, and miffed. Why is Chuuya so mean to me? is all he can think. It's a mystery to him what to do with a sex pest like Chuuya, but letting him use Dazai like that for nothing in return is not it.
His body aches to cum despite the soreness. Dazai's cheeks burn, because he begrudgingly wants to ask for it. It isn't fair.
"Are you going to fuck me again?" Dazai asks instead, voice wavering.
Chuuya thinks about it longer than Dazai expected him to.
"I was already planning on it. Are you that desperate for more?"
"Chuuya!" Dazai frowns, hating being teased for something as awful as this.
"If I fuck you again you can't cum until I say so."
"I don't know if I can control it-" Dazai argues.
"You'd better try your best." Chuuya tells him.
Dazai nods, and then Chuuya's hands are on his hips. He gets turned over on his stomach, and pushed and pulled around until he is ass up and face down. Chuuya slaps his ass and Dazai trembles.
Promptly, Chuuya rests his hardening cock against Dazai's ass. Heavy on his skin, a weighted reminder of what was about to go into him. Chuuya grinds his dick over Dazai's hole, making the man keen.
"I know you can handle this. Stay on your knees." Chuuya pops open the cap of the lube behind him, and Dazai exhales.
Anticipation takes him over and he waits for Chuuya to press inside of him again. Hot hole stretching around him to accommodate such an intrusion. Chuuya is just so big.
After dealing with being Chuuya's fucktoy for so long, Dazai's insides have somewhat gotten used to being brutalized by his huge dick. If they only go for two rounds, Dazau should be fine. He just really wants to cum- it isn't fair if only Chuuya gets to finish!
Chuuya's hands are rough and zealous as they squeeze handfuls of Dazai's ass. Of course, Dazai doesn't say anything.. Those hands migrate to his hips to pull him backwards as Chuuya thrusts in. The way their bodies meet is damn near violent.
"Oo, Chuuya- that's deep!" Dazai's ass bounces off Chuuya's pelvis and he moves farther up the bed to get away from him.
Harsh, Chuuya pulls him back onto him. Dazai jolts- back arching- and Chuuya grabs his hair in one fist and then pins Dazai in place with a hand on the small of his back. A fight with Chuuya is one Dazai is never going to win. He is being pushed and pulled onto Chuuya's cock and he starts bawling it's so intense. Chuuya tugs on his strands and Dazai's eyes roll back in his head.
Chuuya fucks him in that position until Dazai is leaking from his eyes, mouth, and dick, and babbling Chuuya's name nonsensically.
"Pathetic." Chuuya comments. "You're such a mess."
Roughly, Chuuya pulls out of Dazai and drops him limply, Dazai screams into the bedspread. Dick throbbing painfully, entrance sore, and muscles mad at him. Why wouldn't Chuuya fuck him until he came?
Dazai sobs, as he had been for some time but now he covers his mouth and face. Shielding himself from view and curling in on himself. He has no clue what Chuuya is going to do.
"Hey," Chuuya's voice is soft.
"You did good. You seem wore out, so I'm not going to do anything to you for a while. Just try to relax."
Relieved, maybe Dazai doesn't even want to cum anymore.
Unspoken magnetism between them lead to Chuuya sitting next to where Dazai rests his head, so he could easily move closer to the redhead.
Without a word, Chuuya lets Dazai use his warm thigh as a pillow.
A gentle thumb wipes away the tears on Dazai's face.
The softness of the touch is calming exhausted Dazai. His brain feels like it's been crushed by steamroller and cooked on a hot sidewalk.. The younger man doesn't so much as have the energy to open his eyes.