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“Be back in a few,” Chuuya announces as he steps out the door, keys and wallet in hand.
“Kay,” Dazai shouts back before a yawn. He lets his head loll back over the couch as his favorite source of entertainment shuts the front door behind him. He stretches his arms out in front of him before stretching them over his head. He groans, staring at the ceiling, gaze half-lidded as he thinks of other ways to cease his boredom.
He considers browsing channels on the TV, but there wouldn’t be anything he could finish before Chuuya returned. He figures he could continue reading a book he recently started. He had started to branch out upon Chuuya’s request instead of rereading the same books constantly, and it pisses him off that it’s actually a good suggestion. He’s been pretty hooked on this book so far.
As he reaches over for said book, his hand pauses as he notices a phone next to it. He figures it might be his phone, but it doesn’t look like it at all. He picks it up and is met with Chuuya’s signature wallpaper. He raises his eyebrows at the sight. Chuuya, the man who never forgets anything, the man who is always so painfully punctual, had forgotten his phone.
Dazai thinks for a moment, wondering if he should actually go out and give it to him. Another part of him figures that Chuuya may come back in at any moment and interrogate him about tampering with his precious device, given that they know each other’s passcodes. He doesn’t want to deal with that.
He sighs as he gets up and walks towards the door, pushing it open gently. “Hey Chu-”
Before he can even get his foot out of the door, he sees Chuuya speeding off in his car. Dazai isn’t even sure of how to react. His eyebrows crease together as his eyes widen slightly in almost complete disbelief. He can’t help but laugh silently to himself. “Unbelievable.”
In the best way possible, he finishes in his head. He steps back into the house and quickly enters Chuuya’s passcode, snickering to himself like a child. He instantly goes to his photos since he’s well aware of how embarrassing some of the contents are, but he doesn’t wanna push too far, so he avoids his notes app and his messages. Barging into his social media would be too boring since the public can see everything.
As he giggles at some of the drunk selfies and humiliating pictures taken by friends he’s come across, he eventually scrolls down and finds the folder titled “hidden photos.” He’s curious about the contents of that folder, but he also questions if a man as classy as Chuuya would photograph anything that would have to be kept locked with a passcode.
So naturally, Dazai unlocks the folder with his passcode with a stupidly childish smirk. That smirk is wiped from his face in an instant as dozens of… lewd photos of Chuuya appear before him. His eyes widen as he brings a hand to his mouth. A silent whimper leaves him as he bites the corner of his lip and crosses his legs at the sight of lingerie photos.
Chuuya wearing Lingerie.
He always knew that Chuuya had a flashy sense of style, but he never would’ve guessed that he was fond of dressing this way.
A red bra covered in black, lacy patterns decorated with a cross in the center with a matching thong. The sides of the thong are merely thin pieces of black, lacy string, and good god Chuuya’s hips look amazing. His abs look glossy, clearly from sweat. Dazai feels heat shoot through his body.
There are a few more series of photos like this, but in different sets of lingerie. Dazai’s eyes land on one particular photo of him wearing thick blue eyeliner and sparkly orange eyeshadow in the sluttiest lingerie set, and he finds himself taking his hand from his mouth and gripping at the rapidly forming bulge in his pants.
Once he scrolls to the bottom of the hidden photos, he finds two photos that are different from the rest. Mirror selfies with dark lighting and a sliver of orange light illuminating his muscles, likely from the sunset. He’s sitting on a chair with one leg bent against his chest and the other tucked underneath it, his head tilted back as his free hand grips on his fully erect length. He’s fully nude.
Dazai can’t believe what he’s seeing. He never would’ve thought that Chuuya’s dick was so pretty looking. His hand starts to move on its own, rubbing himself through his pants. He swipes to the last photo, taken right after that one. Same pose, but his fist is at the base of his cock and his head is turned to the side. Lips parted, bangs covering his eyes.
That’s when Dazai puts the phone down for a moment so he can undo his pants as fast as he can. He shimmies his pants and boxers down just enough so he can stroke himself fully. He hisses as his cold hand makes contact with his hot, sensitive skin. He then brings his fingers up to his slit to further rouse himself and gather more precum. As he takes his time, he struggles to pick the phone back up with his other hand, nearly shaking as he tries not to hyperventilate. He can’t believe that he’s this excited over some simple photos of Chuuya.
“Fuck,” He whispers as he lifts his hips into his hand, staring at that last photo. He imagines for a moment that he’s Chuuya in that photo, panting as he struggles to hold back his orgasm. He imagines what Chuuya would be like when touching himself. Would he be loud? Would he like it rough? What would he fantasize about?
That’s when he swipes to the other photo, the one where Chuuya’s head is tilted back, and he realizes something. He has a view of his entire neck.
And he’s wearing the choker that Dazai gave him.
Dazai moans as he speeds up his hand. He imagines wrapping his hand around Chuuya’s neck and choking him out, biting and sucking on his neck until it’s covered in marks, licking at his fresh hickeys and feeling him shiver as he whispers his name into his ear. Dazai thinks for a moment that he just might play a part in Chuuya’s fantasies, given the fact that Chuuya stripped himself completely, yet left the choker on. He imagines Chuuya getting closer to his climax, then brushing his fingers against the choker, and cursing his name angrily as he moans and finishes into his hand.
Dazai gasps, breath stuttering as he starts to arch his back. His mouth opens wider and wider as he slowly shuts his eyes. “Chuuya, fuck, Chuuya-!” He whines loudly as ropes of cum dirty his pants and shirt. He tries to contain as much of it as he can with his fingers, but all he can focus on is the image of Chuuya burned into his mind. The phone falls to his side as he lays back against the couch and catches his breath.
It only takes seconds for him to realize what he had just done along with the current circumstances. He opens his eyes wide as he shoots off the couch and pulls his lower clothes back on. He grabs Chuuya’s phone and closes every app he opened before shutting it off and placing it right where he found it. His head whips towards the front door as if he was expecting Chuuya to walk back in right at that moment, but he’s met with silence. A few seconds pass and he releases a hefty sigh. He looks down at himself and figures he should get himself cleaned up before Chuuya gets back.
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Gripping the steering wheel firmly with one hand, Chuuya huffs into his other hand, which is halfway balled up into a fist. He doesn’t exactly mind that he forgot his phone; in fact, he knows he doesn’t need it for small shopping trips like this since the store is only five minutes away. However, as long as Dazai’s alone, he can’t trust him anywhere near his phone. His gut tells him that he’s gonna look through it and find petty ways to embarrass and make fun of him, and he always listens to his gut. He doesn’t even know why they exchanged passcodes in the first place.
As he pulls back up to the house, he sighs and grabs the bag of items he’d just purchased, mostly hair care items. He walks up to the door and takes a deep breath before opening it, ready to hear Dazai begin a long night of banter. He opens the door and finds the complete opposite.
“I’m back,” Chuuya announces.
Dazai jolts slightly as he looks over at Chuuya. “Hey Chibi,” he waves with a smile.
Chuuya’s eyebrows furrow. Dazai greets him this way sometimes, sure, but his tone is off. His body language is off. His outfit is different. Chuuya’s gaze lingers on him for a bit longer as he walks towards the counter where he sets the bag down and removes the contents. “I got you that shampoo and conditioner I mentioned. God knows you need something other than the same 3-in-1 bullshit you always use.”
“Thanks,” Dazai answers, still focused on his phone.
Chuuya looks over at him again with the same expression. He’s not biting back. “Dazai?” Chuuya calls out before he can stop himself.
Dazai’s breath catches only slightly, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. Dazai turns around. “Huh?”
Chuuya puts everything down on the counter as he grows more perplexed, but mostly concerned. “You okay?”
Dazai shuts his phone off and places it faced down at his side. He nods. “I’m perfectly fine, Chibi! Why do you ask?” He flashes the fakest smile at him.
Liar, Chuuya thinks, He decides to walk over and stop directly in front of him, slipping his hands into his pockets. He looks down, his gaze sharp with the intent of piercing into his soul. He notices that Dazai crosses his legs instantly. He tilts his head slightly to the side. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“No I’m not!” Dazai pouts, crossing his arms. “Don’t you trust me, Chibi?”
Chuuya squints at him as if he’s trying to gauge at how much longer Dazai can keep up this facade. “Why’d you change your clothes?”
Dazai’s eyebrows crease only a little. He hesitates. “I wanted to get more comfortable.”
“By changing out of your favorite pants?” Chuuya’s tone grows more firm. “I don’t think so.”
Dazai swallows hard as his defenses start to crumble. He doesn’t remember when he told Chuuya that those pants were his favorite pair, but the fact that he remembered makes the situation worse for him.
Chuuya smirks as Dazai remains speechless. “I’ve got you cornered now, don’t I?”
Dazai’s nails dig into his own arms. He takes a deep breath and lets it out sharply through his nose. He then uncrosses his legs.
Chuuya looks him up and down as a look of confusion replaces his snark. He feels agitated right off the bat that Dazai had him worrying for such a trivial reason, but he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions too fast. “Uh… you’re horny?”
“I went through your phone,” Dazai confesses with a profound sigh.
Chuuya rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Of course you did.” He runs his hand down his face.
Dazai realizes it hasn’t clicked in Chuuya’s head yet. He doesn’t realize just how much he’s seen. “I didn’t look through much,” he explains, his tone devoid of sarcasm. “Just your photos.”
“So why are you…” Chuuya’s hand falls from his face as he stares at the floor in thought. He trails off as the dots connect themselves. His eyes widen slowly and dart toward Dazai, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Dazai meets him with a guilty look on his face, still half-hard with his arms crossed. “I’m sorry.”
Chuuya connects the rest of the dots himself. The reason his outfit was changed, the reason for his change in body language and tone, it’s all because he saw that side of Chuuya. And got off to it.
“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see,” Dazai continues. “You can change your phone passcode and never let me near your phone again.”
Chuuya squints slightly as he turns to him. The thought of Dazai getting off to his pictures makes him feel conflicted. He hesitates before speaking softly, his tone slightly threatening. “You think I’m gonna let you get off that easy?”
The way he’s asked that question shoots heat straight to Dazai’s dick. “Uh… I’m sorry again?”
“No- god, do you ever listen?” Chuuya scoffs as he steps closer. “No, you never listen,” he corrects himself as he places his hands on Dazai’s shoulders. Dazai swallows hard and feels his mouth go dry as Chuuya continues. “You get on my last nerve. You invaded my privacy so you could get somethin’ outta me again.” He straddles Dazai, fitting nicely on his lap as his wrists sit around his neck. He smiles and softens his tone further. “And instead, you saw something you weren’t supposed to see.”
Dazai’s consciously trying not to hyperventilate at this point. He tries to think of a response, a better apology, but all that comes to his mind is begging. Begging Chuuya to use him, to humiliate him until he can’t even think anymore.
Chuuya brings a hand to Dazai’s cheek and tucks a tuft of hair behind his ear. “You poor, sick bastard. Ruined your favorite sweatpants after seeing me in lingerie.”
Dazai’s dick twitches beneath Chuuya’s lap and he grimaces, knowing that he probably felt it.
And felt it he did. Chuuya smiles with a laugh. That soft, condescending laughter that Dazai hears all the time, but never like this. He’s sure that it’s gonna haunt him forever now. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Chuuya asks, snapping Dazai out of his thoughts.
Dazai feels like putty in Chuuya’s hands. “Mmf,” he hums incidentally.
“Fuck, you’re such a whore.” Chuuya cups Dazai’s face with both hands now and leans in, their lips almost pressing together. “You saw it all, didn’t you?”
Dazai presses his hips up on instinct, craving friction, or really anything from Chuuya. His skin feels hot, and each area that Chuuya touches only grows hotter. “Mhmh,” he hums.
Chuuya forces Dazai's hips down with his hands, nails digging into him. “Don’t you dare. You’ve already been way too greedy.” He brings one of his hands to Dazai’s neck, pressing the heel of his palm against the side of his windpipe. “Now you’re gonna get punished for it. Got it?”
Dazai’s vision is completely hazed with heat and lust. Chuuya on his lap looks like Aphrodite to him. It’s taking everything in him not to feel up his waist and rut his hips up into him.
“Got it?” Chuuya asks again as he grips harder on Dazai’s neck.
“Mmf,” Dazai moans. “F-Fine, yes, got it,” he sputters, his tone breathy and frantic as his eyes flutter.
Chuuya brings his hand down from his neck and hums. “Mmm, good boy.” He stands up from Dazai’s lap. “You’re so god damn lucky that you’re hot. Otherwise I’d put an end to your sorry ass.”
Dazai catches a small glimpse of Chuuya’s bulge as he stands up, but the poor lighting ultimately hides it from him as Chuuya stands still in front of him. He swallows, nervous and turned on by the threat.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Chuuya lowers his voice as he starts to walk towards his bedroom. “You better follow me or I’ll drag you by a leash like the dog you are.”
Dazai entertains the leash idea in his mind for just a moment and has to bite back a moan. But he doesn’t wanna piss Chuuya off even more, so he stumbles off the couch and follows him.
By the time Dazai makes it to the room, Chuuya has already removed his belt. “On the bed. Now.”
Dazai obeys immediately. He can’t lie: he’s a little scared of Chuuya right now. In fact, “a little” may be an understatement. But he loves it. That fear is what turns him on the most.
Chuuya follows, hopping on the bed and maneuvering between Dazai’s legs. “Arms above your head.”
Dazai obeys.
Chuuya sets the belt down to the side and hooks his fingers beneath the edge of the shirt. He only pulls it up halfway before pausing and raising his eyebrows at Dazai, a silent question. Dazai nods, giving him permission. The shirt comes off and is tossed to the side. “Wrists together.”
Dazai obeys.
“Keep them there.” Chuuya picks up the belt again before tying his wrists together tightly. “Lay down.”
Dazai obeys.
It isn’t until then that Chuuya acknowledges Dazai’s good behavior. He smiles as he straddles him once again. “Aw, you're being so good for me. Had a change of heart?”
Dazai meets him with a weaker smile, failing to contain his need. He nods eagerly. “I need to touch you,” he whispers.
Chuuya runs his fingers down the buttons of his vest. “You fucked me with your pretty eyes just fine earlier, didn’t you?” He starts to unbutton his vest. “You can do that again now.”
Dazai starts to break a sweat again. His breathing grows shallow as his arousal starts to ache. His wrists tug at the belt as his hips stutter once more. “Fuck, please,” he sighs sharply.
Chuuya’s vest falls from his shoulders before he crosses his arms over each other at his hips. He prepares to lift off his shirt. “Are you begging just to beg?” His shirt comes off and is discarded effortlessly as well. “It suits you, you know.”
Seeing Chuuya’s abs and biceps in the photos might’ve been great, but this is totally different. He has a fully illuminated view right in front of him. He swears that his mouth starts to water, so he swallows hard from the fear that he may start to drool. Before he can even finish processing the beauty that lies before him, Chuuya’s tugging his gloves off with his teeth, still glaring at him. The sight makes him want to yelp.
“Like what you see?” Chuuya laughs as he throws his gloves towards his pile of clothes. His veiny hands travel down to the button and zipper of his pants. “Course you do. You’re such a slut for it.” His voice grows more breathy as he pulls the zipper down. “A needy, whiny little slut.” Chuuya’s hands move to undo Dazai’s pants as well as his need becomes more apparent.
“Yes,” Dazai breathes before he can stop it. “‘m a needy little slut for it, god please-”
“Shhh,” Chuuya cuts him off. “I know you are. I just need you to answer one question for me.” He gently brings Dazai’s pants to his ankles, leaving his boxers on. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Dazai gasps, widening his eyes at Chuuya. He wants to say yes, he wants to beg him until he runs out of air in his lungs to offer any more of himself up to him, but he hesitates until he thinks enough time has passed. “Y-Yes,” his eventual answer comes out as a stutter. “Please.”
Chuuya laughs again, bringing Dazai’s boxers to his ankles now. He runs his tongue along his top row of teeth. “Ah, you sound nice when you’re honest.” He brings his pointer, middle, and ring fingers to Dazai’s mouth. “Suck on them like you mean it.”
Dazai takes them into his mouth without a problem and sucks on them expertly as if he has years of experience. Although his neck starts to hurt a little from the strain since he can’t hold himself up with his arms, he stares into Chuuya’s eyes with a look of pure submission and need as his tongue swirls around Chuuya’s fingers.
Chuuya keeps his eyes sharp and his lips pursed, but he can’t silence his breathing anymore. He huffs through his nose as he watches Dazai move his tongue and lips over his fingers like he’s been craving it. He knows that he’s trying to “punish” Dazai for going through his nudes, he wants to fuck him. Desperately. So he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. “That’s enough.”
A string of saliva connects Dazai’s mouth to Chuuya’s fingers for a moment longer as they’re pulled away before it breaks. Dazai’s head falls back against the pillows again with a sigh of pleasure.
Chuuya brings his fingers down to Dazai’s hole and circles one around his rim. “Fuck, Dazai, you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, you know that?” He slips his middle finger in and starts stretching him out.
“Mm-!” Dazai closes his eyes and lets out a small yelp. It’s nothing too special compared to his own fingers, but it’s Chuuya’s fingers. One of them, at least. He needs more.
“You want more?” Chuuya’s tone is too soft and too condescending. He pauses and takes a moment to toss the rest of Dazai’s clothes away and lay down in front of him. He hooks his free arm beneath his leg and whispers against his thigh. “You’re the one who went through my phone right?” He slides another finger in, avoiding his prostate purposely. “Tell me you wanted this.”
Dazai whimpers again, louder this time. Chuuya’s voice sounds like it might be enough to make him finish faster. “I-I want it Chuuya, p-please, please Chuuya…”
“Mhm?” Chuuya slides a third finger in, finding that sensitive muscle and rubbing it in circles now. His lips latch onto his inner thigh and start to suck. “Tell me more… let me hear you…”
Dazai spreads his legs and yelps, jolting violently. “Ch-Chuuya! Please- oh god, please fuck me, I need to-” he swallows hard and takes a deep breath. He steadies his voice a bit. “I need you inside me, Chuuya.”
Chuuya sighs against Dazai’s fresh love bite. “That’s it,” he huffs as he runs his tongue against his thigh. He removes his fingers from Dazai’s hole and sits up again. “You’re so fucking good for me.” His sharp gaze has turned hazed with arousal as he removes his lower clothing rather feverishly, finding it difficult to mask his need. He lines himself up with Dazai and pauses before going in. “You done this before?”
Dazai shakes his head. “You’re my first.”
Chuuya’s eyes widen slightly. With this in mind, he knows he has to be more mindful of Dazai’s well being, but something about it turns him on more. Furiously so. “Oh fuck,” he says with a smile. “I’m not gonna be gentle.”
Dazai smiles back. “I don’t want you to be.”
That’s when Chuuya slams himself in instantly, groaning roughly with his head down.
Dazai arches his back with a sharp gasp, wrists pulling against the belt. His eyes shoot wide open as his legs fly around Chuuya’s hips. “Fuck,” he cries.
“Shit,” Chuuya whispers right after Dazai. “You alright?” He asks, waiting for his permission to move.
“Mm,” Dazai hums in response, his voice shaking.
Chuuya starts to move, starting at a slow but harsh rhythm. He instantly starts panting. “Don’t forget… why I’m doing this…”
Dazai remembers all too well. The man he had just seen wearing lingerie and makeup, sweating and touching himself, is on top of him, rutting his hips into him roughly as his dick twitches inside of him. “Ch-Chuuya please-”
“You piss me off.” Chuuya presses his body against Dazai entirely, bringing his lips to his neck. “God, you piss me off…” He growls against his ear before nipping at the lobe. His lips then find the side of Dazai’s neck and he bites hard without mercy, thrusting hard into him.
Dazai’s eyes are forced into the back of his head as his hips roll against him, trying to match his pace. Mouth agape, his breathing shakes and he starts to let go, letting out little moans and whimpers. “Nn- Chuu- ah- need- I-I need more-”
“Seven fucking years,” Chuuya starts to raise his voice. “About time I… haah… put you in your… fucking place…” He starts rutting his hips faster.
“Mm- Nng-!” Dazai’s cries grow higher and louder with need. His wrists tug against the belt as he throws his head back. It’s at this point that protecting his dignity no longer comes to mind. “Fuck-! Ch-Chuuya ple-please, put me in my place, do whatever you want with me just- fuck please let me come!”
Chuuya lets out a low moan, his voice louder and his need unrelenting. Finally breaking Dazai down enough to hear him beg like this spurs him on a little closer. “Keep begging…”
Dazai uses his legs to pull Chuuya harder into himself desperately, prompting the most pathetic words to spill from his mouth. “Nngh-! Please-! I’ll be good just- don’t stop just please let me come I’ll be so good!”
“Mmph,” Chuuya almost whimpers against Dazai’s neck. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He takes a few seconds to adjust his angle so he can finally hit Dazai’s prostate head on as his teeth start abusing the sensitive skin on his neck again.
Dazai swears he sees white for a split second, but he still tries to hold himself back since he hasn’t received Chuuya’s permission to finish yet. He yelps loudly. “NNG-! Close, ‘m so close, please-”
“Come for me,” Chuuya whines, hips stuttering now. He brings a hand down to Dazai’s throbbing length and starts pumping furiously. “Come for me, come for me, come for me…” He starts chanting breathlessly, teeth scraping against his jugular.
Dazai sobs, coming within an instant. The belt is pulled violently against his wrists as he squirms, leaving angry red marks in its wake. But Chuuya doesn’t let up; he keeps stroking Dazai, thrusting into him hard. Dazai starts to whine sharply, pleasure turning into pain.
“That’s it…” Chuuya huffs. “I’m… haah… gonna milk every last drop out of you…”
“NNG-! Hnn~ Ch-Chuuya's so cruel!” Dazai’s legs fall against the bed as he starts to tremble violently. His eyes squeeze shut as tears start to stream from them. All he can do is gasp and whimper.
“I’m close, I’m close…” Chuuya’s tone starts to sound more endearing upon realizing that Dazai's crying. He knows that it’s his first time doing something like this, so he doesn’t want to push him. “I got you… it’s okay…”
Dazai lets out a small sob as he comes again, releasing an even louder cry. He swears that he’s never come so hard in his life. He feels like he just may pass out.
Seeing Dazai come a second time is when Chuuya comes as well with a harsh grunt, squeezing his eyes shut as he tenses against him. His hand freezes around Dazai’s length before releasing it, then he sighs with ecstasy, easing in and out of him a few more times before eventually pulling out. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair and looks down at Dazai, who is completely fucked out. “Jesus,” Chuuya whispers.
Dazai lays there, panting with exhaustion. His eyes are cracked open, staring at the ceiling, still watering from overstimulation, but his face is flushed in a state of pure euphoria. “Chuu…ya…” He calls weakly.
Chuuya hates the way he blushes. He looms over him again and starts to remove the belt from Dazai’s wrists. Fresh red marks and indents are presented before him. “Christ, are you okay?” Chuuya cups Dazai’s face, throwing the belt away.
Dazai lets out a weak laugh. “I’m fine, Chuu… it’s more fun when it’s painful.”
Chuuya furrows his brows before a smile takes over his face. “That’s so fucking typical of you.” He places a kiss on his forehead. “Shower or aftercare first?”
“Mmn… aftercare?”
Chuuya’s eyebrows shoot right up. “Oh, you’re getting aftercare. No questions asked.” He scooches up next to him, being careful not to stimulate him even more, and brings one of his reddened wrists to his lips before placing a kiss on it.
Dazai’s unsure how to feel about his current position with Chuuya, but that’s something he’ll tackle later. As he closes his eyes, he feels comfortable enough to surrender himself, just for a little while.