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The way their friends with benefits situation worked was by not talking about it.
Not before, when Dazai would rile Chuuya up until he inevitably got pinned to the wall. Not during, when Chuuya would fuck him rough and deep against that same wall, their pants still around their thighs. And not after, when Chuuya would pull out and release his load onto Dazai’s sweaty back, pull up his pants, and walk away.
That was how they did things.
And Dazai was fine with it, he really was! It was hot enough to keep him busy between the times they fucked, too. Nearly every night, he was replaying their latest hookup in his mind as he dragged his fist up and down his shaft in bed. That fiery look in Chuuya’s eyes as they swept down Dazai’s body and back up to meet his defiant gaze. The clinking of his belt buckle as he forcefully unfastened it, and the way it made Dazai’s pupils dilate like a Pavlov dog hearing a bell. The way Chuuya tugged his right glove off with his teeth; how hot his hands were against the meat of his hips. And that cock.
Dazai didn’t even mind the embarrassing whimpers and cries he let out when Chuuya fucked him. The feeling of that fat cock splitting him open again and again was enough to drive all thoughts out of his mind. The way Chuuya roughly pulled at his hair, how he sometimes pinned his wrists against his back while fucking him against a table… Dazai was well and thoroughly dominated. By the man he claimed to look down on, at that.
The funny thing about it is Dazai didn’t hate how small and weak it made him feel. In fact, he would almost say he liked it. That’s where the problems started.
***
Dazai didn’t often search for porn– not anymore, at least. If he was horny, fantasies of hooking up with Chuuya were enough to satisfy him. But he was on a mission this time. A soul-searching mission. On pornhub dot com.
He started with some popular dom/sub videos, but didn’t feel much toward them at first. Between the man in the pup mask tied to the chair and the other man, who trailed a riding crop up and down his bare chest, Dazai couldn’t see himself as either. The next video didn’t do anything for him either– a huge, muscular guy aggressively fucking some twink’s face while he gagged and choked to the point that it sounded genuinely unpleasant.
Dazai clicked on the thumbnail of a video titled “Daddy WRECKS His Good Boy’s Little Pussy” next. Not even 30 seconds in, he had decided forced feminization definitely wasn’t for him. He was about to close the video, but stopped in his tracks.
The bottom had been whining and fake-moaning, but now he was crying out for his “daddy.” Aside from the terrible acting and the feminization, the video was almost starting to turn him on a little. He’d never thought about calling someone daddy in bed, but maybe he just hadn’t been with anyone who the title fit for.
He searched for “daddy kink” videos, then narrowed that down to ones where the top was physically smaller than the bottom. During one video in particular, which featured a small redhead topping a lanky, dark-haired man, Dazai found himself absentmindedly grinding up against the bottom of his laptop in his lap. He set the computer aside and reached into his pants.
As he stroked himself slowly, a firm grip around the shaft, thoughts of Chuuya flooded into his mind again.
“Daddy,” he whispered under his breath. It felt a little silly, but he had to try it. He tried to more clearly visualize the scene. Chuuya’s soft grunts; the sound of his balls slapping against Dazai’s ass with each forceful thrust.
Dazai clenched his teeth and whimpered.
Chuuya’s breath on his neck; the feeling of him looming over Dazai and manhandling him with ease.
“Daddy,” Dazai whined. “Fuck, Daddy, Daddy-”
He let out a strained grunt as he came, his spend trickling down his clenched fingers.
After wiping his own cum off his hand, he made sure to bookmark the video for later.
***
A week or so later, Dazai was horny once again, and felt like being a brat about it. He ditched work early and made his way to Chuuya’s apartment. The slug’s shift at work wouldn’t start for another several hours, but given that it was a Tuesday evening, he was probably picking up groceries from the local farmer’s market. Dazai picked the lock on the front door with ease and made himself comfortable on the sofa.
A few minutes later, there was the sound of keys in the lock, then a muffled curse (presumably as Chuuya realized it was unlocked). The door banged open.
“You fucker,” Chuuya growled.
Dazai smiled innocently at him. “Chibi! How was the farmer’s market?”
Chuuya slammed the tote bags full of groceries on the kitchen counter, then yanked Dazai off the couch by his collar. “Get out of my house, you insufferable asshole,” he snarled.
“Can’t I visit my old partner every once in a while?” Dazai asked. “I had a feeling you’d be doing some cooking and wanted to help you reach the dishes on the top shelf.”
“I can reach just fine,” Chuuya spat. Still holding Dazai by his collar, he walked him back against the wall. “It’s obvious you’re trying to irritate me on purpose, so stop playing dumb.”
Dazai eyed the hat on Chuuya’s head, debating whether he could steal it off without getting kneed in the stomach. “What was that? All I hear is some little dog barking.”
Chuuya tightened his grip. “If you want me to fuck you so bad, just ask like a normal person,” he muttered.
Dazai’s eyes widened and he faltered. For once, he wasn’t sure how to respond.
Chuuya’s grip slid to Dazai’s jaw, which he angled harshly to the side. He leaned in, warm breath tickling Dazai’s neck, then closed his mouth around the uncovered skin and bit down hard. When he pulled away, a small string of saliva and blood connected them. He wiped his mouth.
“Fuck,” Dazai said under his breath. The emotions and intensity of everything was starting to itch under his skin again, so he grabbed Chuuya’s hat and ducked under his arm in one swift move. He heard Chuuya’s angry yells behind him as he ran to the bedroom, a laugh bubbling out of him. After shutting the door behind him to gain some time, he flopped on the bed and put Chuuya’s hat on his own head while laying in a seductive position.
The door slammed open a second later. “God, you’re infuriating,” Chuuya growled. He pounced on top of Dazai and flung the hat onto the dresser before scrambling to undo Dazai’s belt. Dazai unbuttoned his own shirt at the same time and shrugged it off. Once Chuuya had the belt undone, he yanked Dazai’s pants down and groped his erection over his boxers.
Dazai groaned, thrusting his hips up to chase the friction. His head tipped back in pleasure and for a moment he forgot he was busy trying to get Chuuya naked too.
He managed to get Chuuya’s pants down his hips, and quickly cupped his erection as well. Chuuya let out a soft grunt, leaning into it. He shoved down the waistband of Dazai’s underwear to touch him directly.
His cock was hot and slick with precum in Chuuya’s hand, and every touch made Dazai moan and buck his hips up. He was vaguely aware of Dazai tugging his shirt open and running his hands up and down his body, but right now his focus was elsewhere.
Chuuya pulled Dazai’s pants and underwear the rest of the way off, then flipped him onto his stomach. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight of that ass, raised just slightly off the bed for him in preparation. Dazai was flat as fuck, that was true, but his ass was tight and hot and perfect inside. Chuuya grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled them apart, mouth watering at that cute puckered hole.
“Hold still,” he murmured. He laid down on the bed, pulling Dazai’s thighs over his shoulders.
The next thing Dazai knew, Chuuya’s tongue was running over his hole. He jolted, then whined softly as he sank into the sensation. Chuuya’s tongue pushed its way inside, deeper than Dazai expected it to. He’d never gotten eaten out before, but it felt better than he ever imagined it would. He groaned, resisting the urge to grind back against Chuuya’s face as he tongue-fucked him, deep and eager.
Chuuya let out a soft moan against his ass, subconsciously dragging Dazai’s hips closer. He had to force himself to pull away, otherwise he knew he’d get lost in the sensation and eat Dazai’s ass for hours.
“Lube,” he said, giving Dazai’s ass a light smack as he pulled away. “I’m sure you know where it is.”
And he did— despite never having had sex at Chuuya’s house before, Dazai reached for Chuuya’s top nightstand drawer without hesitation. He passed the bottle back, looking as sheepish as he could.
“Freak,” Chuuya teased, popping the cap open. He drizzled some lube over Dazai’s hole, even though it was still wet with saliva, then slicked some onto his own cock. He pushed Dazai’s knees under him, propping his ass in the air, and knelt behind him.
The feeling of Chuuya pushing in was pure ecstasy. It never got old, no matter how many times Dazai got fucked by him. That thick, warm cock sliding inside; throbbing and feeling so alive… the way Chuuya would groan deep as he pushed in, letting his unaffected appearance fall away.
And then Chuuya started to thrust. He always managed to keep a rough, punishing pace; just how Dazai liked it. The room filled with the slick sounds of Chuuya’s cock pumping into him; of Chuuya’s breathy grunts and Dazai’s punched out whines.
Chuuya reached with his left hand to tangle a fistful of Dazai’s hair in his fingers before tugging hard enough to send tears springing to Dazai’s eyes.
“Fuck!” Dazai whined. “Fuck, holy shit-”
Chuuya’s other hand stayed on Dazai’s hip, gripping hard. “Yeah?” he said breathlessly. Dazai could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “You like that?”
“Mmph,” Dazai whimpered, pressing his lips together to keep himself quiet.
“Don’t be shy,” Chuuya teased, punctuating it with a slap to Dazai’s ass. “Let me hear you.”
“Unhh, fuck!” Dazai cried. He started babbling, just a stream of consciousness of moaned praise and curses. He could hear Chuuya chuckle behind him, but he was too fucked out to stop.
“That good, huh baby?” Chuuya asked.
That was when Dazai’s mind stuttered. When he slipped up. Chuuya had never called him ‘baby’ before. And the first thing it called to mind was the daddy kink porn he’d watched, followed shortly by the things he’d imagine while jerking off. So his knee-jerk reaction was to respond as he would have then.
“Fuck, daddy!” he cried.
Chuuya stopped suddenly, still lodged deep in his ass. The pause made Dazai’s blood run cold. He’d fucked up.
Then Chuuya whispered, barely audible, “Oh fuck yeah.”
He started moving again, fucking Dazai even harder than before. “Say that again,” he demanded. He slapped Dazai’s ass, then threw his head back with a low moan. “Fuck, Dazai, say that again.”
“D-Daddy?” Dazai said hesitantly.
“Oh my god, baby,” Chuuya groaned. “You’re fucking perfect. Gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”
Dazai let his guard down, now that he was sure Chuuya was into it, and continued on as he always wished he could.
“Daddy, you feel so good,” he whined. “I wanna cum, wanna make you cum inside me. Please, please, daddy!” Dazai felt himself getting close; felt the flames in his groin and the tightening of his balls.
“Fuck, baby, can I cum inside?”
“Yes, yes! Daddy, fuck!” Dazai’s grip tightened in the sheets and he moaned as he came.
Chuuya cursed under his breath, groaning and filling Dazai up a moment later.
He waited a moment for the throbbing waves to die down, then carefully pulled out. Immediately, his cum started to dribble out of Dazai’s wrecked hole. It was way sexier than it should have been.
Dazai fell onto his side and closed his eyes as he caught his breath. There was pressure on the mattress as Chuuya lay down beside him.
After a few minutes of silence, Chuuya said, “So you have a daddy kink, huh?”
Dazai turned beet red and punched him in the chest. “So do you!”
Chuuya laughed. “But seriously. We should probably talk about our kinks and stuff. And I meant what I said earlier, you don’t have to annoy me into hate fucking you if you want sex— you can just ask.”
“Aw, it’s more fun that way, though!” Dazai said, grinning.
Chuuya shook his head at him fondly. “Remind me why I like you so much, again?”
Dazai dissolved into a euphoria-fueled fit of laughter and before long, Chuuya was joining in too.