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Even after four months, Atsushi never really felt like he had ‘truly’ kissed Dazai.
Yes, they had kissed many times before. Forehead kisses, kisses on the cheek, kisses on the mouth, as all couples do. But all those kisses were initiated by Dazai. Every one of them.
It wasn’t a surprise by any means. Dazai was obviously more outgoing and straightforward than Atsushi could ever be (his own words). He was smoothtalker to both men and women, laughed in the face of danger, and even smiled when threatening a particularly creepy — that was too light of a word — mafia boss. Wait, wasn't this about a stupid kiss? Great, he was overthinking shit again. Goddammit.
But that was about to change.
Atsushi sat on the very end of the couch, his boyfriend using his thigh as a pillow and the rest of the couch as a bed. The man was reading a book, — not related to suicide, Atsushi made sure that those were thrown out — completely off guard. It was perfect.
Look. It’s just a kiss. We’ve done this a like million times before! The only difference is that you start it. That’s it. Silently, he took a deep breath and poked the brunet’s shoulder.
“Something you need, love?” Dazai looked up at his boyfriend, and smiled at the blush now dusting his cheeks. He was always a sucker for pet names.
When Atsushi’s only response was his cheeks growing darker, the ex-mafioso sat up and looked at him, one eyebrow raised.
“You oka…” The words died on his tongue as his face was cupped by the younger's hands. Atsushi was growing redder by the second, and if Dazai was correct, trying to maintain proper eye contact.
“I… I wanted t-to try some-something.”
Dazai smiled.
He's trying to take initiative. Cute.
“Well then, try if you must.” Dazai then locked his hands around Atsushi’s lower back, delighting in cat-like squeak that followed. The space between them closed quickly.
The kiss was better than expected. Atsushi was still considered an amateur at kissing by the both of them, so Dazai believed that it would be sloppy and fast. It wasn't. The kiss was like all the other ones they had, soft and filled with love. It ended with a small sigh escaping his boyfriend's lips.
They break away to quickly far too quickly in Dazai’s opinion. Just a little longer and a hand would've trailed downwards, inching closer and closer until it landed on Atsushi’s ass, giving it a small squeeze. He would then smirk fondly at whatever sound Atsushi made, because any one of them following that are just so beautiful. The detective opened his eyes, and his heart almost skipped a beat. Atsushi’s entire face (even his ears, fucking adorable) was completely red, hands failing to be a shield as he mumbled what Dazai was pretty sure was ohmygodohmygodohmygod repeatedly.
Dazai grinned. An opening, he thought. His hand and traveled near the couch cushion and successfully grabbed Atsushi’ ass, relishing in the soft gasp that followed. The younger revealed his face, stuttering while trying to form a sentence or something similar to that. He couldn't get even three words out, for Dazai swiftly placed his hands on the back of his head to pull him closer an crushed their lips together. Unlike the last kiss, this one was very heated, Atsushi trying his best — and failing — not to moan when Dazai slipped his tongue inside his mouth. Their tongues fought in a battle that Dazai quickly won, and then began to map out his mouth.
They stopped when they were both desperate for air. The white haired boy looked down at the floor, feeling as if looking at his boyfriend again could break him, or make him feel even more embarrassed. Well, maybe just one peak wouldn’t hu-
Dazai was removing his shirt.
And they had just locked eyes.
Dazai just smirked.
Shit.
He was done for.
“Hey... kitten,” the brown eyed man whispered, tilting Atsushi’s chin upward. Now forced to look at him, Atsushi could only describe those eyes with one word:
Hungry.
“Not to be rude but, I think… you need some help on your kissing. Along with…” The other hand slid down his torso, (Atsushi pretended not to notice how Dazai paused ever so sightly between his nipples) landing at the beginning of his crotch. Atsushi squeaked when Dazai licked his lips, a thumb just centimeters away from his belt.
“...other things.”