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“I want it,” Chuuya says, opting for straightforward. That way, even if the bastard in front of him denies him, he now has plausible cause to stab him in the gut. “Will you give it to me?”
Dazai, also known as the youngest Sultan in this fictional history, gulps hard as he stares at the beauty who suddenly accosted him and (ineffectively) kabedon’d him just as he’s coming out of his bedroom.
Chuuya watches the way Dazai looks at him. Ane-san said that this particular outfit of his is guaranteed to make men drool and shiver in fear of him. She didn’t actually say ‘in fear’, but Chuuya filled in the blanks. He isn’t an idiot, after all! In any case, it seems that, as always, Ane-san is right. Dazai is currently shaking against him, and that’s definitely a line of drool forming from his mouth.
Dazai clears his throat and still his voice his hoarse when he asks, “What do you want, chibi?”
“I want to own it.”
“Oh?” Dazai lets his hands settle on the other’s hips, his thumbs rubbing circles over the hem of the other’s pants. “Really?”
“Of course.” Chuuya frowns as he feels the other’s hands on his skin. How strange. Is this man really so suicidal as rumored? He drools and shivers in fear over his abs and yet he’s willing to touch it? “It’s the single most powerful thing in this kingdom.”
“Is that so?” Dazai raises an eyebrow and leers at him. Even though he’s the one pinning the other on the wall, why is it that he’s the one who feels trapped? Is this sultan actually more capable than he’s expected? “I’ve heard lots of lovely women say things about it, but I’ve never heard it described as the ‘most powerful thing’ yet. You really want it so bad, hmm?”
What do women have to do with it?! Chuuya is bewildered, but he resolves to not let it show on his face. To show weakness is impossible! More importantly… “I really want it very badly.”
He presses closer to make the other understand just how serious he is. It’s kind of a pain to try and pin the other by the neck, given their height difference, so his hand just, kind of hangs there? He makes up for it by placing a leg in-between Dazai’s, just to make sure he can’t move. He lets his other hand wrap around the other’s waist, to complete the trap and make sure that he can stab him in the gut should he make a wrong move.
Dazai… then lets out a moan.
How sensitive is he? He hasn’t even taken out his dagger and he’s already feeling pain?!
“Why do you want it, chibi?” Accompanied by another moan and ten fingers digging into his sides. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
Really? Will this man really give it to him if he says it straight? He flushes a bit as he says, “I… I heard it can bring me to… greater heights.”
A literal greater height, in this case.
He’s heard that this man is in possession of a genie’s lamp that can grant its owner’s most fervent wish. Chuuya’s tried so many things—including getting to sleep at reasonable hours, drinking lots of milk and eating lots of protein—but not one of them has been able to give him what he most desires: a few extra inches. Make that a lot of inches.
“Greater heights…? You really do know how to flatter me, hmm.” Fingers spider-crawl upwards until they’re teasing at the hem of his top, circling close to his nipples.
“A…At least nine inches,” Chuuya admits breathlessly, blushing in both excitement (at the thought of being that tall) and embarrassment (that now, someone else knows about his desire).
Dazai falters a bit. “Nine inches?”
Is that too much to ask? Damn it, so even a magical genie lamp has its limits?! “Even five is okay…”
“No!” Dazai’s hands tighten their grip. “It’s way longer than five inches!”
“I’m so glad.” Chuuya breathes out a sigh of relief. He smiles at Dazai—maybe this sultan isn’t so bad, after all. He may have shitty sense in fashion and an annoying smirk and even more annoying policies, but he is so supportive of Chuuya’s quest to be tall! Maybe he won’t have to stab him then, to celebrate their strange camaraderie?
Dazai clears his throat again to get them back on track. “And then? Once you have it, what will you do?”
Is that a test? Shouldn’t everyone know what to do with a magic lamp? “Of course I’ll have to rub it until it becomes hot to the touch.”
“Go on…”
“Three times.”
“…Just three times?”
Chuuya’s smile falters. “Wouldn’t it be bad if it’s more than three times?”
Dazai blinks, before returning to his half-lidded look full of seduction. Unfortunately for him, it’s hard for Chuuya to see the expressions on his eyes, due to height disparity. To Chuuya, they just look like, well, eyes.
“You’re so considerate hmm. I’ve always thought you hated me, but…”
‘I still hate you’ is at the tip of his tongue, but then he remembers his resolve earlier to be more friendly because this guy is the first one who still continues talking to him even though he’s obviously in so much fear of him (there’s lots of drool and there’s lot of shivering now). He doesn’t know how to describe his feelings now though, so he settles for saying, “No, I…” mumbles some incoherent syllables against the other’s ugly-but-soft clothes… “…you…”
That should be good enough, right?!
Dazai can fill in the blanks!
Dazai enthusiastically fills in the blanks, and he even fills the insides of Chuuya’s top with his hands, boldly groping his chest. “I have lots of oils, if you’re worried about friction or pain.”
Chuuya frowns again. What does have to do with—oh, is it so he can rub it more than three times? But don’t the legends say that the lamp can only be rubbed three times? Did he read it wrong? But this guy should know more about it, right? Since he’s a genius and he owns it?
“Okay… got it.”
Dazai continues tweaking his nipples and Chuuya’s starting to feel very hot and also very tired. His legs are already starting to wobble like jelly, after all. He can’t show his weakness here, damn it!
So he clears his throat too, and asks, a bit breathlessly, “So… when are you giving it to me?”
Dazai chuckles. “That eager, huh?”
“Of course!” Chuuya ends up hugging Dazai, but that’s so he can make him feel his sincerity. “I’ve been longing for it since a long time ago!”
Dazai’s eyes grow shiny. His voice is very soft when he asks, “How long ago?”
Chuuya’s cheeks grow red as he remembers it. “S-Since I was fifteen…” That’s when he saw this beanpole, after all, and that’s when he started to realize that not even puberty and its promised growth spurt can save his height.
Dazai’s eyes grow shinier as he leans down and presses their foreheads together. A slight cough, and Dazai’s face is warm against his, cheeks also red. “…I’ve wanted you for that long too.”
…Ha?
Before Chuuya can ask what the fuck he means by that, he finds himself getting attacked by Dazai’s mouth. The kiss steals away his breath and his balance, and he can only wobble forward and cling to Dazai’s robes, as a very talented tongue starts rubbing inside his mouth this way and that.
After five or so minutes, Chuuya’s hair is all mussed up and his clothes are half-hanging off his body, in the same way that he half-hangs, half-drapes himself over Dazai.
“Wait for me in my room,” Dazai tells him with a determined expression on his face. His hand squeezes Chuuya’s waist. “I’ll be there in two minutes. I’ll just… chase away the guards and take my leave in court for the day.”
Ha? What for…? Chuuya licks his lips as he stares at Dazai’s face. Who would have thought that this shitty bastard can be that good at kissing? Maybe the world is really fair—they gave Dazai a shitty personality but also great kissing skills to make up for it?
“And then…” Dazai’s hands wander downwards and squeezes his ass. “…I’ll give it to you and you can scream to your heart’s content.”
He’ll probably scream in joy, so Chuuya doesn’t refute the statement. He’s so excited and happy already, he even kisses Dazai to show his appreciation, before going ahead and waiting for him in his room.
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Sadly, no magical genie lamps were rubbed that night and Sultan Dazai does not escape getting stabbed as soon as Chuuya realizes that they were having different conversations all along.
(Dazai still gives it to Chuuya anyway, because he’s a man of his word.)