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The front door to Chuuya’s apartment was suspiciously unlocked, the wood giving way with just a gentle push as he cautiously made his way inside, only to find the sneaky culprit lounging his fat ass on the couch and scrolling through his phone.
“Dazai you dirty fucking mackerel,” Chuuya started, before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily. Dazai stared at him with all the innocence in the world, a gleeful grin pulled onto his face as he bounced up into a sitting position on the couch. “Oh Chibi you’re home! You’ll never believe the amazing things I found online-” Chuuya cut him off, putting a finger to Dazai’s lips before speaking.
“How many fucking times have I said to stay out of my goddamn apartment? Let alone close the damn door?” Irritation etched in his voice, though there was no real malice. Chuuya had gotten used to these scenarios since he was 15.
Dazai jutted his bottom lip out, hands grabbing onto Chuuya’s wrist and tugging. “But Chuuuyaaaa,” he whined, “I found some cool stuff! There's even a discount so you can’t complain I’m breaking your sluggy wallet. See see!” He reached around to grab his phone, turning to shove it at Chuuya and point out his cart. “Theres even same day delivery so Chibi can see them all close and personal.”
Various things were in it, ranging from random sweet snacks and a 12 pack of canned crab, to absurdities such as bandages and- is that lingerie? He expects him to buy him lingerie?
Chuuya glances up in annoyance, questioning his life decisions. “What on earth is wrong with you?” he scoffed, pushing the phone back in Dazai’s direction. Dazai stuck his tongue out, flopping back against the sofa cushions and continued scrolling through his phone.
“Such a buzzkill Chibi, you know honestly you should learn to live a little, it's not bad to be a little kinky every now and then.”
Furrowing his eyebrows, Chuuya glared at the brunette man. “You’re such a fucking weirdo, you know that?” He murmurs, reaching in his coat pocket for his wallet and credit card, tossing them onto Dazai’s lap before stalking off to his bedroom.
Dazai’s face lit up in victory, giggling like a maniac, “awww Chuuya does care about me! I’ll make sure to get something he’ll really like.”
Two hours pass with Chuuya still having still not emerged from his bedroom when the doorbell rang, Dazai rolling off the couch and practically skipping to gather his purchases. Three differently sized boxes were then dragged into the apartment, two of which contained nothing but unhealthy snacks that Chuuya would greatly disapprove of. But honestly, who was Chuuya to decide what Dazai ate? Or when for that matter. In fact, he should be proud he thought to buy anything edible in the first place!
Dazai sliced open the smallest box with Chuuya’s keys that hung nearby, flipping the lid open and pulling out three pairs of lingerie. Giddy with excitement, he shuffled down the hallway into the bathroom to try them on.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
And normally he’d be happy with that, right? Except for the fact that Dazai was there. So no, quiet meant disaster.
Sighing, he got up from where he was lounging on his bed, leaving his bedroom to stop abruptly at the end of the hallway.
Still on the couch was Dazai, but instead of his usual work attire, he was dressed in a lacy light blue lingerie set, with garters to clip onto matching thigh high tights. He was scrolling through social media, taking a moment to notice Chuuya standing behind him. He turned to look at him, lips spreading into a grin before tossing his phone to the side and jumping off the couch.
“Chuuya’s finally bored with his mundane life and has turned to me, his savior!” Dazai wraps his arms around Chuuya’s neck, practically hanging off of him and making him stumble.
Chuuya pushes him off, scowling. “Fucking hell Dazai, wheres your shame?”
The brunette frowns, hands tucked behind his back as he tilts his head, putting on his best puppy dog eyes.
“Does Daddy not like the clothes he bought for me?”
Chuuya’s eyes widened, jaw slack and the tips of his ears growing red. Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthe-
Dazai’s muffled laughing broke the silence. “Oh my god Chuuya, did that seriously turn you on?” He gave up, laughing with his hands on his knees, “hah, holy shit are you a pervert?”
The other man scowls, kicking Dazai in the leg not caring for the pained whines so clearly faked. “You’re such a freak, if anything you’re the pervert, lazing on my couch in lingerie and hanging off of me like some slut.”
“Oh but Chuuya liked it! His dick is getting hard isn’t it.”
Chuuya’s frown deepened, before he grabbed Dazai by his hair and pulled him into a rough kiss. Dazai’s initial shock eventually wore off, moving his lips in reciprocation and wrapping his arms back around Chuuya’s neck. Dazai’s lips were chapped, signs of slight dehydration and his disgusting habit of chewing them when he’s bored. It was different from Chuuya’s, whose lips were smooth and tasted like strawberry lip balm. Dazai decided he would spend the rest of his life (no matter how short that may be) dedicated to leaving strawberry scented and flavoured things around Chuuya’s apartment, simply to sense it on him again.
Stumbling, they somehow walked their way into Chuuya’s bedroom without breaking the kiss. Dazai fell backwards onto the bed, dragging the shorter man down with him. He fumbled pulling Chuuya’s sweatshirt off, which he must have changed into when he hid in his room hours before. Chuuya helped him pull it off, tossing the clothing to the side before stepping out of the sweatpants.
Chuuya crawled onto the bed, straddling Dazai’s hips before breaking the kiss, opting to instead leave marks on his neck.
Gasps and shudders filled the room as Dazai squirmed under Chuuya’s licks and nips, his fingers busying themselves with pulling Chuuya’s briefs off and wrapping slim fingers around the already hard member. Chuuya groaned into his neck at the contact, lifting his head to get a good look at the debauched man below him. Dazai’s lips were swollen red, slick with shared spit, his neck decorated in a ring of red and purple bites. His dick was barely hidden under the lingerie, a wet spot forming on the panties from precum.
Dazai shivered under the gaze, hand still slowly stroking Chuuya’s hard-on. “Are you just going to sit there and stare or what?” he complained, wrapping a leg around Chuuya’s waist and grinding their hips together, earning a sharp hiss from the man.
The shorter man leaned back down, pulling Dazai into another fast paced kiss. His fingers fumbled at the nightstand, yanking the drawer open and taking out a bottle of lube. Kinky.
He popped the bottle open, pouring a respectable amount onto his fingers before tossing it, reaching down to move the panties to the side and circle Dazai’s rim. Said man let a choked out moan, easily swallowed up in the kiss as a finger began pushing its way inside past the first ring of muscle. Surprisingly easy too.
Chuuya pulled back from the kiss, staring at Dazai with an amused look. “Did you seriously finger yourself while you were out there?”
Dazai smiled teasingly, grinding his hips further down on the finger in search of friction.
“I wanted to prepare myself for Daddy, I know how impatient he gets…”
The shorter man could feel his dick throb between Dazai’s fingers, his body responding eagerly to the name. He wasted no time in shoving his finger further in, curling it against the muscles and ravishing the shocked cry beneath him.
Dazai whined as the finger was pulled out, only to stop in anticipation as he watched Chuuya lube his cock up and press it against his entrance.
He felt the tip quickly slide through, biting his lip to stop the moan from escaping his throat. Fuck Chuuya looked so pretty when he was focused like this, with his cheeks flushed and lips swollen. He snapped out of his thoughts as Chuuya bottomed out, giving him a moment to adjust to the fullness.
A minute passed before Dazai started to roll his hips impatiently, sighing contentedly as Chuuya started to thrust slowly. Each drag of Chuuya’s cock against his insides sent shockwaves through his body, his own dick throbbing against the confines of his panties.
The thrusts quickened, Chuuya snapping his hips forward at an almost bruising pace while he aimed for the prostate. The moans Dazai had tried to suppress began to slip out, begging him to go harder
“Chuuya p-please- fuck!” His organs felt as if they were being pushed to the side to make way for Chuuya’s dick.
Chuuya groaned in his ear. “That’s not my name Dazai, try again.”
Dazai whined, his legs tightening around Chuuya’s waist. “Please-“
“Osamu.”
“Shit- Daddy please, more..”
Chuuya’s hips snapped forward brutally, the sound of skin slapping continuously filled the room. Thank whatever god for thick cock and thick walls.
The moaning intensified, Dazai’s nails clawing at Chuuya’s back as his body was repeatedly stuffed. His orgasm unexpectedly ripped through him, tears welling in his eyes as he cried out, arching his back.
Chuuya followed soon after, his cum filling the man below him and dripping out to stain the lingerie.
He pulled out, grabbing a few tissues on the nightstand and cleaning up all the fluids before tossing them and yanking the blankets over both Dazai and him, content to just bask peacefully in the aftermath.
“Did Daddy like his gift?”
Nevermind.