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Dazai doesn't know what he's doing anymore. He feels like a dog. Mindless and roaming until he hears Chuuya call for him. He always comes when Chuuya calls.
This time, par their arrangement, Dazai is in Chuuya's apartment, more precisely his bedroom. Unsure what to do with himself without Chuuya's instruction, he kneels on the floor, sitting on his legs. His tormentor and captor is nearby; Chuuya approaches him soon enough.
He has something behind his back and Dazai eyes him suspiciously.
With a grin, Chuuya presents him with a collar. Black leather and silver buckles, Dazai stares at it. Chuuya puts it on him, fastening it over his bandages around his neck.
"I didn't think you'd be into pet play." Dazai lied, he always knew Chuuya had an interest in collars.
"Check this out." Chuuya attaches a leash to the collar.
"Oi- Did you even hear me?"
Zap-
"Ah! What was that?" Dazai squeals.
"Your collar has electrodes in it, and this leash lets me choose when to electrocute you. That was just a taste, so you know what you're in for."
"Are you always going to find new ways to terrorize me?" Dazai asks him, whining.
Chuuya shrugs. "You won't think it's that bad soon enough. It's just to train you. You cum way too easily, and way too much. It's cute, but we're going to work on your stamina."
"My stamina?" Chuuya knew that was a weak point for Dazai. Why did Chuuya have to rub it in?
"You'll be able to hold on before you know it."
"Yeah I bet getting fucking electrocuted will work to stop me from orgasming."
"Eh, it's not my fault you look so hot arching as electricity pulses through you."
ZZZZZZZZZZap!-
Dazai is left with his teeth vibrating and the feeling of something crawling around in his skin.
"Come. On the bed. Let's get you out of your clothes." Chuuya tugs the leash and Dazai struggles to stand.
Dragged forward, Chuuya practically tosses him into his bed before going straight for his pants and getting them off. Unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, it isn't long before Dazai is down to socks and bandages in Chuuya's bed. Chuuya tosses his clothes aside.
Fully dressed, Chuuya doesn't deign to strip and join him, adding to Dazai's tension and humiliation.
He tugs on the collar, so Dazai looks at him.
"I want to hear you clearly." Chuuya zeroes in on him. "Beg for it to stop when you get too close, then hold on. If you cum you know what happens."
Dazai watches Chuuya's face break into a joyful expression.
~~~
Chuuya revels in being above Dazai, in having complete control over him, and in his ability to shock him should he cum before Chuuya is done with him. It's training, Chuuya rationalizes once more, to justify putting Dazai in one absurd situation after the other. Dazai was right, but it isn't Chuuya's fault terrorizing him is so much fun.
He supposes he should start him off easy. Really work him up to losing himself to pleasure. Dazai is easily manipulated in the bedroom.
Chuuya leans over him, his free hand fondling the scant bare skin of Dazai's pelvis, between his thighs, close to his most private places.
Dazai squirms, he looks so cute and vulnerable, naked aside from the collar.
Chuuya gently massages Dazai's taut, cute ballsack. Caressing and palming his balls until his dick twitches to half hardness. Then, he takes Dazai in hand and strokes him. Dazai's body is so pretty.. Dainty, fragile, and cute. Chuuya thoroughly takes pleasure in Dazai's weakness. Thin wrists and thighs, he's so easily pinned down and pried apart. And Chuuya can do whatever he wants to him, so long as Dazai doesn't get too scared or overwhelmed and backs out.
He's not generally like that, though. Chuuya has tested him plenty at this point and thinks he knows what he needs. A little discipline. A little rewarding. A good threat. Dazai could make it a long way with a good enough deterrent in check. Although.. Chuuya does want to break him at least once and punish him with electrocution.
Dazai isn't supposed to get everything right all the time. Chuuya likes it when he fails, when he messes up, when he struggles, when he breaks. It gives him every excuse to do whatever he wants with him. Training, punishment, aftercare, Chuuya can do it all. It comes down to Dazai. Does he deserve it?
"Chuuya.."
"I know you. You're going to force me to cum so you can electrocute me." He pouts so prettily.
Chuuya gives him the quickest little shock.
Zip!
Unexpectedly, Dazai moans.
"Ah!" He seems shocked by his own response.
"Don't do it again! I swear I'm not a freak I don't like it! You were touching me!"
Dazai squirms beneath Chuuya, his cute dick twitches in his hand, and Chuuya can only think about sinking his teeth into him.
The older man adjusts to lie between Dazai's thighs, one of the few places with skin bare from bandages. His lips latch onto the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Continuously, he strokes Dazai in hand as he sucks a bruise into his skin.
After leaving a mark, Chuuya backs off to bite the spot next to it.
Dazai gasps.
"Chuuya~" he whines.
Chuuya savors the taste and squish.
As Chuuya jerks Dazai off he litters his skinny thighs with hickies and bite marks. In some time, he pulls away to examine his handiwork and Dazai is painted red and purple. The man is still gasping and Chuuya rubs his thumb over the head of Dazai's cock.
"Aa~ I'm getting.. I'm getting close, Chuuya."
"Good boy. Now hold on until I say you can finish."
~~~
Unable to help himself, Dazai makes a noise of complaint. Chuuya better not go too far. His stamina can't take it. He can barely take it as Chuuya strokes him and periodically rubs at the head right now.
Dazai's head falls back. He squirms in Chuuya's bed, beside himself, not knowing what to do to stave off this impending feeling of closeness. Too close.
"Chuuya! Chuuya stop!" Dazai cries, hands attempting to push him away.
Chuuya's grip slightly loosens, and Dazai throbs uselessly in his hand.
"Thank you. Just give me a second."
Chuuya waits a literal second before loosely working his hand down the shaft.
Dazai sits up, about to ask him to wait, but then Chuuya leans down and takes Dazai's balls between his lips. Dazai moans. The new sensation making him lose mental faculties. Since when was Chuuya cool with this? Dazai's eyes roll back.
Chuuya let's go and immediately moves to put the head in his mouth. He sucks on the tip with focused attention that brings Dazai back to the edge forcefully. It's so much. Dazai's nails dig into the bedspread.
Then Chuuya completely swallows him whole. Tongue twisting and fleshy wet cheeks sucking around him, Dazai feels so good. Eyes brim with tears. Abruptly, he cums in Chuuya's mouth.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Dazai apologizes, crying through his orgasm, sounding pitiful and broken. Just the way Chuuya likes him.
Chuuya swallows it all and drops him, twitching against his pelvis.
"I told you to warn me. And cumming in my mouth without permission, Dazai? That was rude."
"Please, don't electrocute me. I'm sorry for cumming.."
"I knew it was going to happen."
"You did?"
"I did. Doesn't mean I won't punish you though."
"Ohh.." Dazai sighs.
Chuuya backs off, grabs the leash, and gives Dazai a little tug by the collar.
"Beg."
"Please give me another chance. I'll be so good. I can work on it. I'll get better and I won't cum so much and pass out all the time. Please, Chuuya."
"I know you'll get better Dazai. I'm training you after all."
"Chuuya.. please."
"Good job begging. Now, what did you do wrong?"
"I came without permission."
ZAP!
"Good boy. Now let's try again."
Dazai's arms, legs, and spine feel tingly. His fingers are twitching. Is Chuuya sure this is safe?
Well.. Dazai rationalizes he never told Chuuya they had to play safe. His heart is pounding.. Should he back out now?
"Chuuya, I'm scared. I don't wanna go again. Can we try later?" Dazai puts on his best pathetic pleading voice.
He looks up at the redhead and Chuuya's expression is like he's realizing something.
Dazai has no idea what to really expect from him. He might pressure Dazai or try to force him or make them do something else. The thoughts get overwhelming. Dazai doesn't know what to do.
Tears spill over and he just cries.
Silently, Chuuya comes close to his face and his deft fingers unfasten the collar. He tosses it and the leash away and takes Dazai's face in his hands. Thumbs wipe away the tears but they keep coming. Dazai laughs at the absurdity.
"I'm sorry." Dazai says.
"Don't apologize." Chuuya tells him before leaning in to kiss him square on the lips.
Dazai falters before kissing back.
~~~
When Dazai cries, Chuuya's dick gets hard and his heart gets soft. It depends slightly on the reason he's crying if Chuuya pities him. He has shocked him four times total already. Dazai was due for a break. And since he begged so pathetically, Chuuya had to give in.
He kisses Dazai as he wipes his tears away, hoping it will calm him down. The tension in his body lessened immensely when he took off the collar and leash, but Chuuya decides to massage Dazai's chest anyway.
Fingertips into the top portion of his pecs, Chuuya applies gentle pressure.
Dazai starts kissing back more intensely as his breaths become deeper. He's only really relaxing now. Chuuya must have actually scared him.
He kisses Dazai deeply before breaking away.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Dazai shakes his head no.
For now, Chuuya let it go.
Chuuya lays to the side and opens his arms. Dazai comes into his embrace like the sea to the shoreline. He allows Chuuya to just hold him for a while in silence. Neither of them have any snippy comments or snide remarks for each other. Dazai's naked body shivers and Chuuya rubs his hand over his bandages.
"Is that collar safe?" Dazai breaks the quiet.
"Of course. The electrodes can't go high enough to cause damage."
"Even if my heart is weird?" Dazai asks softer.
Chuuya thinks about it, not entirely sure if pre existing heart conditions disqualified someone from using electricity in play.
"I'll look more into it just to be sure, okay?"
Dazai sighs, relieved. "Okay.."
Chuuya kisses his forehead.
"What kind of heart condition do you have?"
"I don't know. I can give myself palpitations and work my heartbeat into morse code."
Chuuya pulls back slightly.
"Dazai, what the fuck?"
"It's true!"
"You should not do that!"
"But it's useful!"
"I don't care! Cut it out!"
Dazai laughs at him and Chuuya's chest grows warm.
He's lucky Chuuya is nice, that he cares about the weird shit he does and stupid shit he says.
And Dazai is fucking lucky he's pretty, especially when he cries.