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Ranpo watches Dazai as he talks about his day, boring meetings that he had to be present for and pretend to care about. Normally, Ranpo would pay close attention to every word, every minute detail, because he likes that Dazai shares even the most mundane things with him- but right now? Right now, all he can focus on is how pretty Dazai’s lips look.
Soft, pink, and shiny from the lip gloss Ranpo applied for him. Dazai had teased that make-up didn’t suit him, and so Ranpo promptly straddled his lap and did a full face for him to prove him wrong.
Who’d have thought he’d end up playing himself.
Dazai’s lashes, already full and long, look even thicker with mascara. Eyeliner makes his red eyes shine all the brighter. (Intimidating to anyone else, gorgeous to Ranpo.)
They sit at Dazai’s couch now. A movie, long forgotten with the volume almost to zero, mere background noise. Dazai scoffs about how some leader of a gang tried to intimidate him, the Port Mafia boss, and how Chuuya actually nearly coughed up a lung bursting into a fit of laughter at the sheer guts the idiot demonstrated.
“Can you believe…” He trails off, attention drawn to Ranpo when the older man cups his chin, thumb pressing against his bottom lip. “Hey,” Dazai pouts, “you’ll smear my pretty makeup you spent so long on.”
Ranpo for one couldn’t care less. He can think of numerous ways to smear Dazai’s makeup in less than ten seconds, in fact. Ways that Dazai would never even dare to whine or complain about.
Something tugs him forward: desire, longing, hunger.
“I’ll fix it if you’re that concerned about it.” He mutters, lips brushing against Dazai’s. "Or I can find a better way to smear it."
Dazai shivers, and Ranpo closes the distance.
Thumb sliding down to pinch Dazai's chin, Ranpo holds his mouth open to immediately deepen the kiss with tongue, licking at the roof of his mouth. A shiver of his own rattles his bones when Dazai moans around him. Lip gloss smears across his lips, too, he can even taste the artificial cherry flavoring.
One of Dazai’s hands cards through his hair, clutching tightly like he needs a lifeline. He tries to pull away, whether to breathe, or fully break the kiss, but Ranpo doesn’t let him. Chases after him, teeth grazing his bottom lip.
Their eyes lock for two heartbeats.
Ranpo peering at him through his lashes, and Dazai’s half lidded eyes barely acknowledging him before they flutter. He moans again. Hands cupping either side of his face, Ranpo doesn’t remember even moving his hands, all he knows is he inhales each and every noise that rises from Dazai’s throat like a starved beast.
Distantly, he’s aware of how loud they are: the smacking of their lips, moans, deep breaths, and sighs echoing throughout Dazai’s spacious apartment.
When Ranpo finally does pull away, a thick string of saliva webs from his bottom lip to Dazai’s. Lip gloss and spit smear the mafioso’s mouth and chin. Ranpo’s sure he looks much the same.
He becomes all too aware of the effect he had on Dazai when he lowers himself to straddle the man’s lap.
Another hungry grin cracks his face when he notices tears lining Dazai's eyes. “Mind if I smear more than just the lipgloss, baby?”