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Chuuya wasn't entirely sure how he ended up straddling Dazai's lap, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
"Dazai, I swear if you move one more time..."
"What? What will Slug do?"
Chuuya held up the tube of mascara threateningly to prove a point. Chibi is so aggressive Dazai mumbled, pulling his lips into a small pout.
Chuuya was... rather confused.
Dazai was fully capable of doing his own makeup, he wore it as often, if not more frequently than Chuuya did. So why would he need Chuuya to do it? It made no sense to him. Then again, when did anything Dazai did make sense?
"Are you done yet?" Dazai whined, keeping his eyes closed as Chuuya applied eyeliner expertly.
"Be patient, I'm almost done."
Chuuya put the tube of eyeliner somewhere on the floor, reaching out to grab something.
"Lip gloss? Of course the slug would wear something as slimy as makeup-fied syrup."
"You can shove your opinion up your ass. You asked me to do your makeup, so don't complain."
Dazai opened his eyes when he was sure Chuuya wouldn't poke them out, and Chuuya couldn't help but admire how beautiful his eyes were. He had been told the same before, that his eyes reminded people of oceans. People worshipped those with blue eyes, but those who think they're prettier than brown eyes have never seen a pair of chocolate eyes so sharp with thought; never seen the way they shine in the moonlight.
"Your lips are chapped," Chuuya says, trying not to give in to the taunting pair of lips in front of him.
"So?"
"So this is going to burn."
"Then don't put it on! You know I don't like pain."
Chuuya ignores Dazai's pleads, leaning over to spread the wand over his lips.
"It's cold!" Dazai whines, turning his head to the side, his lips shutting into a tight line.
Chuuya scoffs, using his thumb to part Dazai's lips, grimacing when he realized how intimate the action had been; it had even derailed Dazai, if his rose-tinted cheeks were anything to go off of and-
When the hell did Dazai get so... pretty?
"I could... think of a way or two to warm this up for you" Chuuya mumbles, already getting to work on applying the substance to his own lips, using a hand to brush Dazai's hair out of his face. "Does Osamu approve?"
"Wow, my dog is finally asking me for permission?"
"Shut up."
"Make me." Dazai answers with ease.
"Okay." Chuuya says, sounding a bit breathless.
The kiss was... nothing how he would've imagined it. There were no movie sparks, and it was sticky and awkward. But it was everything he'd been wanting, everything he'd longed for.
Kouyou always told him that the appeal of girls was their soft lips, he always understood. Yet
Dazai... even with how chapped they were, had wonderfully soft lips that had him wanting more.