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“I’ll pick you up an hour early.. mkay? Then we’ll go to the arcade for an hour or two. But you’d better behave.”
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That was Oda’s exact sentence, word for word. Granted, Dazai probably should stop memorizing everything his older step-brother says, otherwise he’ll end up like those freaks of nature the Tanizaki siblings.. eeuuugh!
And yet. Here Dazai stands. Outside of school, barely a few steps away from the door, drowning in the shade, stood THE Osamu Dazai, waiting for his older brother to still pick him up, despite it being 2 hours after the promised arrival.
“Why are you here so late?” Fyodor asked, glancing over to his bandaged acquaintance, who had been standing suspiciously still, staring into what one could only assume is the void, or the cheep brick the school uses for its walls, hard to tell.
Your kidding. Seriously? THIS GUY?? He just can’t seem to escape this stupid Russian..
“I’m waiting for my brother to pick me up.” Dazai replied, the brunette was clearly out of it, not even bothering to wear his usual mask nor theoretical jester attire, he had been standing outside for over 3 hours now and is not very excited to indulge in conversation.
“You have a brother?”
“Step-brother.”
“That makes sense.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
“Respectively, Your clearly much smarter then your ‘family’”
..what’s that supposed to mean?
Is Fyodor complimenting him? Insulting him? He DID say ‘respectively’ that IS a term one would use for a backhanded compliment though..
“Would you want to come over to my place until your brother shows up.? The school might kick you out. I know I would.” Fyodor said, turning to face a slightly surprised Dazai, who by the looks of it, didn’t except such an invite, especially so soon in their.. ‘relationship’
Yet again, by an unexpected spur of decision making, Dazai texted his dear Oda and followed Fyodor to his house. A very wise decision. Very.
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“Your house is pretty roomy..” Dazai absentmindedly commented, compared to his own abode the two places were quite similar in size, yet with furniture.. I mean, Dazai always knew he had an abundance of stuff, all he had to do was ask politely and Mori would immediately comply, same goes for Elise. But, with such a lack of objects taking of space, Fyodor’s house seemed far bigger, heck there weren’t even picture frames anywhere to be seen. “Kinda empty dontcha think?”
“Agree to disagree.” Replied the Russian, taking of his shoes and tucking them away behind the door, glancing back to see if Dazai would follow suit, thankfully the brunette took the hint and mimicked Fyodor’s actions, placing his own shoes besides the ravenette’s (??).
“I suppose could just go to my room.” Fyodor said, glancing back once more and holding out his hand to his presumed companion, who looked even more confused at such a gesture, but took Fyodor’s hand despite it.
Fyodor’s hand was cold, but oddly comforting? Overall Fyodor seems like the kinda guy to have a lower body temperature.. probably what gets him sick so much? Also.. the air conditioner in this house is insane.. Dazai’s gonna freeze to death here..!!
When the two got to Fyodor’s room—which, surprise surprise, was in fact blander then cheerio’s, everything was some shade of grey, including black and white, the most color in his room was from a big padded blanket on his bed, clearly hand stitched, probably a gift from a grandmother or something—Fyodor offered Dazai his bed or a chair that he was yet to bring upstairs from the kitchen.
“Uh, I’ll just sit on your bed..anyways! It’s FREEEZING in here, do you think you could turn off the AC or something..? My teeth are chattering!!” Dazai whined hugging himself in a faux attempt to capture all the remanding warmth and holding it tight.
“I’m not allowed to, but I could give you a coat.” Fyodor offered, turning to his closet and pulling out a big puffy black coat. “I’d assume we’re around the same size..”
“No way!! You’re like totally shorter then me~” Dazai giggled, more to himself, picking up his jester persona once more, much to Fyodor’s annoyance.
“Do you want the coat or not?”
“Yes please~!”
The coat itself felt almost identical to how Dazai had imagined it, it was in fact big and puffy, and kept the warmth locked up real tight.. it might’ve been an overreaction for the current temperature in warmth forsaken household, but despite that it was doing its job perfectly! Dazai just hopped he wouldn’t overheat..
“So.. whaddya wanna do?” Dazai asked, kicking his legs back and forth in a familiar motion he had hosted time and time again previous to now.
“We could play chess?”
“How old even are you? 70??”
“Im 15?”
“Well I’m 16, which means I’m older than you! You better bow down to your elder!! Hehe~”
“That’s not happening.”
“Boooooo..”
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The duo had been playing chess for the last hour, neither willing to lose. It had been one match so far and the two were equally determined to win.
“Dos-kun~ this is taking too long! Let’s up the stakes~!!” Dazai whined throwing himself backwards against the one thing Fyodor had an abundance in, pillows.
“What would you propose?” Fyodor asked, glancing up to brunette.
“What iff… everytime you lose a piece… you gotta take off some clothing! Heh.. yeah!”
“I accept your challenge. Prepare to lose..”
“Pff yeah right.”
With this new rule in mind, both originally formatted strategy’s were insanely scraped—Well Dazai’s was atleast.
Fyodor’s strategy stayed the same, Dazai’s had completely vanished, instead he’ll be taking out any of Fyodor’s open pieces, favoring seeing his Russian pal naked then winning the game all together—…he wants to see what. (The author was too stunned to speak. I need to move this smut along OMG)
The game kept going, Fyodor was already sacrificing his pawns with ease, favoring more important pieces, and only using the pawns once or twice before willingly watching them meet their demise. He would make an AWFUL villain,
Though, the Russian was very stingy about what counted as clothes and what didn’t, discarding his left shoe, then right, taking off his hoodie before removing a hair-tie from his wrist—only for him to use it to tie up his hair, claiming he loses hair-ties way to easily and can’t sacrifice yet another. Though this ended up working in Dazai’s favor, who wouldn’t want to see Fyodor’s hair tied up?!
Though, in Dazai’s words, the winning peice was when he took out Fyodor’s bishop with his knight, with no more smaller articles of clothing, Fyodor settled on his shirt, lifting it up and over his head.
The silence that followed was deafening.
“Fyodor you’re really pretty…” Dazai muttered, leaning forward to get a better look at the boy in front of him, who was immediately surprised by such an answer, his face immediately flushing a light pink as he glanced away, only for the brunette to push away the chess set and scoot forward, the boy reached out to cup the Russian’s face, returning Fyodor’s gaze back to him. Both boy were red enough to rival a very ripe tomato.
Dazai leaned forward just enough to close the gap between them, and their lips. Dazai for one, was a relatively experienced kisser, not only being called a womanizer but knowing his way around men as well has definitely helped enhance his performance. Fyodor on the other hand—well this was not only his first kiss but he hasn’t even seen movies we’re characters kiss, his screen time was heavily restricted leaving him with little to no knowledge, inevitably leaving control up to Dazai, can’t believe he’s letting this guy kiss him right now..
Dazai tugged Fyodor down with him into the pillows, the chess set bring discarded onto the floor, some pieces finding temporary residence under Fyodor’s bed. The Russian tugged back to catch his breath before leaning back down again, chasing the sensation of having someone on his lips. While the two kissed, Dazai’s hands found themselves in Fyodor’s hair, pulling the hair tie out and letting his hair find its way back to their its position, just above his shoulders.
Despite that, Dazai’s hands were far from done, as the slowly slid down Fyodor’s neck, to his shoulder, under his arms, slowly sliding them together right under Fyodor’s rosy pink nipples, giving the left one a small pinch while looking for a reaction—which he got—Fyodor immediately broke the kiss to stare down at the brunette, his face a mix of embarrassment and a bit of shock.
“Wha..what was that..?!” Fyodor whisper yelled, his usual calm composure was no were to be found, heh Dazai must’ve kissed it out of him~!
“Uh.. what was what?” Dazai deadpanned, faking innocence despite both of them knowing damn well he was lying.
“Dazai!”
“Okay okay! I’m sorry.”
“…”
“…”
“Take off your shirt. it’s unfair that only I have it off.” Fyodor deadpanned, reaching for the zipper, his previous flustered state had seamlessly taken its leave, replaced by the Fyodor we all know and resent (love).
“Yes your majesty~” Dazai hummed, beating Fyodor to the zipper and yanking it down, pulling off the big puffer jacket and then discarding his own shirt onto the ground, besides Fyodor’s.
Speaking off, the Russian didn’t even do a double take at the bandages on Dazai’s arms, let alone the self harm scars that weren’t covered on his shoulders, it was nice not having someone worry about his well being to furiously.
Dazai opened his legs a little bit, allowing Fyodor to get closer, which he did without complaint. Dazai took the silence as a perfect time to sit up properly instead of slouching.
“Soo you a top or a bottom?” Dazai asked absentmindedly, a question he had asked many times before, he himself is fine with being either, making it easier to adapt to the other’s wants.
“Pardon?”
“Top or bottom?”
“I don’t know what that is..?”
“..PFF—“
As Dazai fell into a fit of hysterical laughter at his friend’s cluelessness, Fyodor stared down at the taller boy in utter confusion, which only made Dazai laugh harder.
It took barely a second to explain to the younger about what ‘topping and bottoming’ was which made him far more flustered then Dazai has ever seen, yet even after this very informational side track, Fyodor still couldn’t, or wouldn’t, answer the question. Probably out of embarrassment. Dazai just decided he be a top since this was clearly Fyodor’s first time—much like all the other people he slept with. High schoolers.. am I right?—the brunette got Fyodor to lay down on the bed and was able to get a good look at him. Fyodor’s pale skin blended in nicely with the overall dim and monochromatic room, his nipples had dusted a light pink, while the one Dazai had previously pinched was still red, which Dazai immediately noticed—ah. duh. Fyodor is clearly very physically sensitive!—The bandaged brunette leaned down to take the reddened nipple in his mouth, giving it a gentle suck, the Russian tensed up immediately, somehow managing to get even more red.
Dazai continued with a gentle pace, deciding he’d take it slow to lengthen the overall experience, with one of the pink nubs in his mouth, he used one of his hands to slide up and take the other nub, rolling it around with his thumb.
Fyodor’s response came in soft whimpers and subtle shifts, he was relatively silent despite his sensitive skin hitting an all new high.
At the same time, Dazai gave the nub in his mouth a nip while pinching the other one with his hand.
“M-mnhh—“ Fyodor’s hand shot up to cover his mouth in embarrassment, his knowledge of sex was very limited, but he remembers one of his older brothers informing him that moaning should be reserved for intense moments, not to mention guys shouldn’t be moaning.
“Wh-huh—??” Dazai immediately stopped his actions to stare at Fyodor who stared back, hand still over his mouth. “Why’d you cover your mouth dos-kun~ are you embarrassed by those little sounds~”
“No.” Came Fyodor’s muffled reply, refusing to be ‘submissive’ as Dazai called it while he was doing his ‘top and bottom Ted-talk’ “I’m not embarrassed.”
“Then do it again.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Yuh huh.”
“No.”
“Dossssss-kuunnnnn PLEASEEEE~!” Dazai whined, one could assume he was begging, but if he really wanted Fyodor to moan he could easily get what he want. But yknow gotta do it for the sport!
“Enough whining Dazai.”
“Tch I could say the same thing to you.”
“…”
“Anyways!” Dazai hummed returning to his original position above Fyodor’s chest, switching sides and aiming for the previously squeezed one, though this time he didn’t give any sort of ‘prep’ and chowed down the second he saw it, giving it a tough bite, leaving his Russian companion no other option but to let out a whine, Fyodor used his free hand to try and get Dazai off of him and halt the relentless sucking on his sensitive chest.
“Osamu.!” Fyodor yelped, when Dazai once again bit down, though he took the hint and lifted his head, trying to hold in a laugh as his gaze landed on the sight before him, THE Fyodor Dostoyevsky sprawled out, reduced to whining all from a few bites here and there.
“yesss? Fyodor?” Dazai hummed folding his arms on the Russian’s chest and leaning against it, as Fyodor attempted to sit up, though his now failed attempt to regain motion was foiled by the brunette on his chest, completely ignoring all of the Russian’s protests.
“Awww.. Dos-kun..! Don’t be like that~ let me atleast make you cum~”
Any sort of composure Fyodor thought he had, was instantly shattered as his faced turned that familiar red once more.
“Wh-wHAT-??”