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Car horns and the sound of tires rolling against the rocky ground of Yokohama filled the air. Bright lights from different stores and bars lit up the pavement, illuminating the people that were all around. The blood red liquid swirled around in the bottle, small dripping sounds echoing from inside as it was swung around. The familiar yet bitter taste of red cherry was smothered all around his mouth, spreading across all his taste buds.
The road was slowly getting darker and darker as Dazai walked further and further away from the lights and down the street, his stretched shadow slowly beginning the blend in with the darkness of the night. His steps were slow and the tips of his feet dragged across the floor, tripping him up every now and then. The very few people that passed by gave him strange looks before quickly staring down at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. Being drunk was a familiar feeling to Dazai, so familiar that he almost felt like he could breathe better with a bit of alcohol in his system.
The steps were steep, his long coat swaying behind him and blowing in the soft breeze as he climbed the stairs. His feet pressed against the hard stone, lifting him higher and higher until he finally reached the door. Dazai didn’t even think twice before ringing the bell, his plastered finger pressing against the button. Dazai held it down, impatiently waiting for an answer.
The door swung open, almost ripping off his hinges, before slamming against the wall behind it.
“Do you have any idea w-“
The short man froze in absolute surprise. He quickly silenced himself, not bothering to even reason with someone as stubborn as Dazai. Chuuya stared up at the man, his ginger locks messy and his ocean eyes still slightly hooded as they adjusted to the light from outside. He stared down at him, noticing the bottle of wine in his hand and instantly rolling his eyes.
“The fuck do you want?”
He asked, his whole attitude changed into a more relaxed yet serious one. Chuuya could feel the rage boil up inside him, not from Dazai’s presence but because he knew from this moment on the taller man would be controlling him like some sort of lost puppy. Dazai chuckled softly at Chuuya’s reaction, noticing the change in his eyes as he took in his appearance. It was almost too easy for him to irritate the shorter man. A look of fake disappointment covered his face as he held up the almost empty bottle between his fingers.
“Is that how you greet your old friend Chu~ya?”
His words were slurred and dragged out. Dazai moved forward, a smug grin plastered on his face as he entered the apartment, ignoring Chuuya. Dazai pushed past Chuuya, his height making it difficult for chuuya to do anything other than move to the side. Chuuya let out a huff, slamming the door behind him and storming into the living room. His bear feet slapped against the hard flooring as he watched Dazai throw his cream coloured coat on the floor and throw himself on the couch.
“Get wine on my couch and I’ll fucking kill you, Mackerel.”
A sly smirk spread over Dazai’s face at Chuuya’s words. He didn’t mind the threat one bit. Dazai leaned back into the cold material of the couch, the bottle of wine swirling in his hand as he spun it in between his fingers. Dazai’s eyes watched Chuuya’s every move carefully as the shorter man walked into the living room.
“Calm down, Chuuya. I’m your guest, you should be a bit more hospitable...”
Dazai teased, taking another drink from the bottle. Chuuya almost laughed. Guest? no way. Chuuya could never in a million years invite such a disgusting and annoying person into his house as a “Guest.” The idea of it made him want to throw up. Chuuya crossed his arms over his chest as his red, silky pyjamas followed the movement his figure.
“Get out.”
He said, annoyed and fed up of hearing the other man talk already. Dazai rolled his eyes at Chuuya’s words. He wasn’t going anywhere. Dazai was far too drunk to be able to walk back to his own house and even if he was completely sober, Dazai could never turn down the chance to get under Chuuya’s skin. Dazai swirled the red liquid around in the bottle in a circular motion, looking up at Chuuya for once.
“Seriously, leave. Now.”
The man said, his voice filled with annoyance. Why did Dazai always go to him when he was drunk? Why was it always Chuuya that had to deal with him in his most annoying state. Dazai could only smirk more as Chuuya spoke. It was fun to rile him up, it was always easy to do so when you knew what would piss him off. Dazai took another sip from the red bottle in his hand before sitting up. His dark eyes never broke eye contact with Chuuya, staring at him
intensely. The corner of Dazai’s mouth twitched into a smirk as he watched Chuuya stand there in his pyjamas, staring down at Dazai with a look of annoyance. Dazai rolled his eyes and leaned back against the couch once again, acting all too comfortable as if this was his own apartment.
“Oh come on Chuuya, can’t you have a little fun for once? No wonder you’re always so grumpy, you’re too uptight for your own good.”
Dazai’s tone was teasing, enjoying the angry looks that Chuuya shot at him. Chuuya rolled his eyes, angrily storming towards Dazai and snatching the bottle out his hand. It was midnight on a Sunday and Chuuya was not about to spend his Monday at work on 3 hours sleep because Dazai decided he wanted to “have a little fun.”
“I really don’t care you damn roll of bandages. Get out.”
Chuuya held the bottle in his hand, resting the other on his hips as he stood in front of Dazai. Dazai leaned forwards, resting his arms on his knees as he stared up at Chuuya. His head was spinning, the effect of the alcohol in his system now at full power. Dazai’s eyes ran up Chuuya’s body, trailing over the way Chuuya’s silk clothes hung on his figure. Dazai chuckled, tilting his head up so he could look Chuuya in the eye.
“Awhh~ Chuuya..let me stay. Please?”
Dazai tilted his head to the side, his eyes looking at Chuuya up and down, taking in every detail of the man in front of him. Dazai’s vision was still blurry from the drink, the alcohol affecting his brain heavily. The ginger stared down at him. He knew he would stay. Dazai knew he would stay. They both were very aware that Chuuya could never deny Dazai what he wanted. Chuuya was weak, weak for Dazai and Dazai alone. His tone of voice and hollow brown eyes was enough to make him sweat in his pyjamas. He looked him in the eyes for a few moments before finally speaking.
“I hate you so much.”
Chuuya slammed the bottle of wine down on the coffee table behind him, walking off into the kitchen and turning on the light. If Dazai was going to stay he was going to need a drink…or a few. Dazai’s eyes followed him as Chuuya walked into the kitchen, watching as he flicked the light switch on. The brunette couldn’t help his curiosity and quickly decided to follow him. Dazai stood up from the couch, walking into the kitchen with slow and messy footsteps. Dazai stopped in the doorway, his lean figure leaning against it as he observed Chuuya. His hands dug into the pockets of his trousers as he watched the man with an amused smile on his face. Dazai walked over to him, standing next to Chuuya ignored the man as he looked in the cupboard full of vodka and various other types of alcohol. Over the years Chuuya had built up a large collection of wines and what not. Grand Vin Château Canon Chaigneau.. A contemplative wine, blended fruit with subtle and delicate aromas of scented oak and tobacco as it approached its peak. An opportunity to drink the pinnacle of fine, elegant, graceful Lalande-de-Pomerol. Chuuya hummed as he watched the smooth and elegant liquid flow slowly from the bottle, he was careful not to spill any. Dazai’s eyes continued to follow Chuuya’s every movement as he poured the wine. Dazai observed the way the man’s slender fingers were wrapped around the glass, his nails delicately touching the rim. The silence in the room gave Dazai a strange sensation in his stomach, the atmosphere thick and stiff. Dazai’s eyes slowly began to trail down Chuuya’s figure, taking in the way his silk pyjamas hung on the short man’s body. Dazai’s mouth curled up at the corner in a sly smirk. Chuuya could feel The taller man’s eyes staring holes into his body. He could sense the tension between them but the second he saw Dazai’s face he had already decided that he wouldn’t give in to Dazai…okay. So maybe he already had, but it didn’t count. He couldn’t let Dazai out in the streets at night while he was drunk. It was stupid and dangerous. He would simply force him to sleep on the couch and kick him out early tomorrow..
“Are your eyes stuck in one place or something? Stop staring at me.”
Dazai’s smirk began to fade at Chuuya’s words, his eyes quickly darting back to Chuuya’s face. Dazai stood back at full height, an almost annoyed look covering his face.
“I just find staring at you quite interesting. You look like a child in those clothes.”
Dazai teased, his smirk reappearing on his face as he stared down at Chuuya. Chuuya rolled his eyes at Dazai’s comment. He was completely used to Dazai calling him short and at this point in their “friendship” he just couldn’t bring himself to care. As he glanced over he couldn’t help but notice how odd Dazai’s face looked without his usual cocky smirk. Chuuya felt a small pang in his chest. What was this feeling? Did he feel..annoyed? No, chuuya was very familiar with that feeling. Perhaps it was..
“Oh shut up, I’m still growing.”
he used that same excuse that he used every time someone spoke about his height, not caring if it was true or not. A small chuckle escaped Dazai’s lips at Chuuya’s response, his amused expression returning to his face.
“You’ve been saying that for years, Chu. I don’t think those legs of yours are getting any longer…”
Dazai teased again, taking a step closer to Chuuya. Dazai was towering over Chuuya, the height difference between them making Chuuya look even smaller than he actually was. Chuuya turned to face Dazai, taking a step back. He needed to remember that Dazai was drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. No matter how much Dazai flirted with or complimented Chuuya he needed to remember that it was completely because of his drunken mindset. Chuuya sighed before turning to take a sip of wine from his special glass.
“When are you leaving again?”
He said sarcastically as he picked up the glass of wine and walked into the living room. The ginger man placed his glass on the wooden coffee table and walked over to the small cabinet below the tv. He pulled out a thick blanket and dumped it on the couch. Dazai chuckled once again and followed Chuuya into the living room, walking slowly because of the effects of the alcohol. Dazai let out a fake loud gasp as Chuuya dropped the blanket on the couch
“Chuuya is such a meanie..I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
Dazai complained, his vision still cloudy from the alcohol. Dazai stopped by the couch, slouching down on the cushions like a stubborn child. Chuuya threw a pillow, from the cabinet, at Dazai’s face. When Dazai took the pillow off his face he was met with the sight of Chuuya standing infront of him, drinking his glass.
“Then don’t sleep.”
He shrugged and removed the drink from his lips, staring down at Dazai. Dazai looked up at Chuuya with a pouty look on his face, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Dazai had been expecting Chuuya to let him into his bed and had been hoping for it to happen. Unfortunately for him, Chuuya was actually smart and wasn’t giving in to his begging.
“You’re so cruel to me, Chu..”
Dazai whined like a child, leaning completely back into the couch and folding his arms like a moody teenager. Chuuya scoffed as he watched Dazai sulk. Something about it was slightly cute but in a completely annoying way. Chuuya snapped himself out of the thought, disgusted in himself. He looked at Dazai for a moment, could he really resist? Was there a reason to? It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a bed before on missions..so what would be the harm?…Chuuya groaned and downed the rest of his drink. He looked the man up and down, taking in his tired and disheveled state.
“Just stop talking.”
Chuuya looked Dazai up and down before strolling back into the kitchen. This time, instead of pouring a glass he simply just picked up the bottle and placed his glass in the sink. Something told him he was going to need a lot more than one glass to justify his actions tonight.. Dazai watched as Chuuya left to the kitchen. He continued to sit on the edge of the couch, staring down at the ground as he tried to fight sleep. The alcohol was making his eyes feel heavy, which wasn’t helping at all. Dazai’s mind felt hazy and cloudy. The alcohol in his brain was making it very hard for him too think straight.
Dazai ran his hands over his face, attempting to wake himself up as he waited for Chuuya to come back. Chuuya stood in the kitchen for a moment, just thinking over his decisions. Why did he say yes again? Oh yeah, because Dazai asked. Chuuya wanted to kick himself for being so weak when it came to Dazai but something about those deep brown eyes, or his soft lips..or those gentle-
Chuuya was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the cold wine splash on his foot.
“Shit-“
He said through gritted teeth as he tipped the bottle back upright. Dazai’s ears perked up as he heard Chuuya curse in the kitchen. Dazai’s head slowly turned, facing the kitchen doorway. Dazai tried to keep his eyes open, wanting to see what Chuuya was doing. It wasn’t fair that Chuuya was leaving him alone out there all by himself, especially when he was this tired.
“Chu~yaa..hurry up..”
Dazai whined loudly, hoping Chuuya would hear him and come out sooner. Chuuya groaned and placed the Bottle back on the side.
“Yeah yeah, wait a sec.”
He quickly picked up the cloth and wiped up the small amount of wine that had spilled. Once the floor was clean he looked at the stained red cloth, rolling his eyes as he ran it under some hot water to try and remove the stain as much as he could. Dazai continued to sit on the couch, anxiously waiting for Chuuya. The alcohol inside him was definitely messing with his head and making him feel needy. Dazai’s foot was tapping against the ground as he waited for Chuuya to return to the living room. Dazai hated how needy Chuuya’s presence made him feel. Dazai felt slightly disgusted in himself for how pathetic he was.
Dazai’s foot stopped tapping as he heard footsteps approaching. Chuuya walked out of the kitchen, his hands slightly damp. His eyes were a little red from his tipsy state and he looked tired, he had been woken up after all..
He walked into the room, wiping his hands on himself. He looked at Dazai, noticing how tired he looked…would it hurt to let him sleep in his bed? Would it really be that bad?..
Dazai looked up at Chuuya as he entered the room. Dazai’s heart was racing at the sight of Chuuya. A drunk Dazai was a very clingy man, especially around Chuuya. Dazai wanted Chuuya close to him, he was starting to miss the others body heat.
Dazai’s tired eyes met Chuuya’s, silently staring in the hopes Chuuya would just let him sleep in his bed. Dazai’s mind was very clouded at the moment and he couldn’t be bothered begging. Chuuya allowed his blue eyes to look over the other man once more before he closed them. He rubbed his hands over his eyes as he groaned in frustration.
Every. Single. Time.
“Hurry up, I’m tired.”
He said as he began walking towards the door. A tired smile appeared on Dazai’s face as Chuuya caved and finally let Dazai follow him. Dazai quickly got up from the couch and stumbled after Chuuya, his feet clumsily walking forwards and almost tripping themselves over. Dazai’s heart was pounding inside his chest. He needed Chuuya next to him right now.
“Coming..”
Dazai mumbled, following Chuuya as he walked to the bedroom. Chuuya just hummed in response and continued walking through the Appartement. Chuuya could feel the alcohol taking effect and some part of him wished he never picked up the bottle. However, he felt like that most nights and yet every night he did the same thing again. Chuuya scratched his eyebrow as he opened the bedroom door. It wasn’t completely closed so he simply just walked right in, using his body to push it open. Dazai followed Chuuya into his bedroom, looking over the messy room that was illuminated by the dim bedroom light. Dazai’s eyes stayed focused on Chuuya’s movements, paying attention to how his body moved with every step. The alcohol in Dazai’s brain was making it hard for him to control his emotions and thoughts. The brunette could feel a strange but familiar feeling rising up his chest, a feeling that only Chuuya had ever caused.
The room was lit up by the dim lighting of the lamp that stood in the corner of the room. There was a small packet of Painkillers on the side and a half drank bottle of water, the lid still opened. The grey bedsheets were messy and disorientated with a light blue blanket spread on top. There were some random pillows and a single stuffed animal on the floor from when Chuuya had kicked them off in his sleep. Chuuya had always been a somnambulist and would constantly wake up with half his room a mess. Dazai looked around the room before returning his gaze back to Chuuya. His eyes scanned over the mess of pillows and stuffed animals on the floor, the sight bringing a soft smile onto Dazai’s face. Dazai slowly walked over to the bed, sitting at the edge of it and glancing at Chuuya. Dazai didn’t need to say anything, he had been here plenty of times and both of them knew what would happen next.
Chuuya let out a small sigh as he walked over to Dazai, standing between his legs. The man placed the bottle of wine down on the bed side table before looking towards him. He looked down at the brunette, their eyes meeting in an endless stare. Chuuya released the breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he slowly leaned down, moving his hands towards the buttons on Dazai’s waistcoat. They did this all the time, Dazai coming over unannounced and ending up spending the night. It was an unhealthy routine considering they were both part of Rival Organisations. However, Chuuya could never deny Dazai anything be wanted.
Dazai couldn’t help but admire the man in front of him as Chuuya began unbuttoning his waistcoat. The man’s eyes locked onto Chuuya’s hands at they worked to remove his waistcoat. Dazai’s heart was beating rapidly in his chest and he started to feel almost hot. The alcohol in his system was doing wonders when it came to making his feelings for Chuuya a lot more intense.
Dazai stared into Chuuya’s eyes, his eyes flickering to the man’s lips every now and then. Chuuya, however, was focused on his hands as he continued undoing the last button on Dazai’s waistcoat. Once all the buttons were unbuttoned he ran his hands across the taller man’s chest, catching the brown fabric on his hands and gently pushing it off his shoulders. It was at that moment when Chuuya finally looked into those deep brown eyes, instantly becoming trapped in his gaze. Dazai’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt Chuuya’s soft hands against his chest. The touch felt almost electric, sending jolts down Dazai’s spine. He watched Chuuya with a hungry look in his eyes, the sight of Chuuya standing infront of him, in between his legs, driving him insane. Dazai stared into The shorter man’s beautiful blue eyes, completely entranced by them.
Their eye contact was always so intense, filled with an emotion neither of them could describe. They were both trapped in this endless cycle of each other, longing to be stuck getting lost in each other’s eyes for eternity.
Chuuya fully removed the waistcoat, allowing it to drop onto the floor. Dazai silently watched as Chuuya dropped his waistcoat. He felt like time had slowed down and all he could focus on was the man right in front of him. Dazai wanted to touch Chu- no, he NEEDED to touch Chuuya. To feel Chuuya’s skin against his, to have Chuuya so close he would forget where his own body started and where Chuuya’s ended. Dazai’s chest was rising and falling at a slightly faster rate now, the effects of the alcohol making him want more. Chuuya allowed his hands to move lower, fumbling with the buttons on Dazai’s blue and white shirt. Although he was drunk, his brain sounded like white noise. Everything in the house was silent, the only sounds being were the sweet sounds of Dazai’s breaths as they came and passed. The feeling of Chuuya’s hands against his skin was driving Dazai insane. Dazai’s head was clouding up, the only thing he could think about was the man in front of him. Dazai just wanted Chuuya’s hands on him, caressing his skin, like he always did so well. Dazai’s breath hitched slightly as Chuuya unbuttoned his shirt and it slipped off his shoulders, revealing his upper body. Chuuya could feel his skin starting to sweat as he continued undressing Dazai. The room felt so hot as it filled with their heavy breathes and slow movements.
Chuuya looked at Dazai again before looking back down at his hands, chucking the shirt somewhere on the ground. Chuuya took a moment to stare at Dazai, looking at his disheveled and half dressed state. Part of him wanted to just reach out and touch him, to caress his skin like he always did. Dazai shivered as he felt Chuuya’s eyes on him. Dazai wanted to be touched, he wanted Chuuya’s hands on his body, he wanted to feel the skin-to-skin contact that the two of them had always shared. Dazai’s eyes were locked on Chuuya, he took note of every little movement the man made. Dazai’s breaths were coming out rather heavy at this point, the alcohol and need for Chuuya mixing together with his emotions and making him want more.
“Chu…touch me..”
Chuuya’s facial expression didn’t even change as he heard the man speak, he simply just acknowledged what the man was saying. Chuuya felt the familiar feeling of lust rise inside of him as he slowly got down on his knees. His soft pale hands gently brushed over Dazai’s bandaged chest, teasing the small hairs on his skin. Dazai could feel his skin tingling as Chuuya gently touched his chest. His breath hitched in his throat, the feeling of Chuuya’s hands against his bare skin driving him insane. Dazai watched Chuuya with a hungry expression in his eyes, his need for the smaller man growing by the second. Dazai’s fingers itched to touch Chuuya, to feel the man in every way that he could.
Dazai swallowed the lump forming in his throat as Chuuya’s hands continued to touch his bare chest, a shudder went through his body. Chuuya felt a hand rest on top of his head, tangling in his finger locks. Chuuya hummed as his hands traveled down the other man’s torso, feeling the bumps and scars over his skin. Eventually, Chuuya’s hands made it to Dazai’s belt and slowly began to undo it. The sound of buckling and shifting echoed through the room as Chuuya began to breathe heavier. Every single one of Dazai’s senses were hyper focused on Chuuya. Every touch, every movement and especially Chuuya’s slow and heavy breaths. Dazai’s body trembled every time Chuuya’s soft hands touched his sensitive skin, the feeling sending sparks down Dazai’s spine. Dazai’s hand was still in Chuuya’s hair, his fingers tangling in the soft locks as his other hand tightly gripped onto the bed sheets. Dazai could feel his body heating up. Dazai’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt Chuuya’s hands moving down his body, gently tracing the scars and cuts that marked his skin. It felt good, the feeling of Chuuya’s hands against his bare skin. Dazai’s head instinctively leaned back, a small gasp leaving his lips as Chuuya began to undo his belt. Dazai’s breaths turned heavy, the sound echoing throughout the room. All Dazai could focus on was Chuuya’s touch, his senses completely overwhelmed with sensation. Chuuya bit his lip a little, rubbing the soft skin through his teeth as he focused on removing the belt. Once he had unbuckled it he started to pull it out from one side before eventually allowing it to pile onto the floor, along with the other items of clothing. Chuuya swallowed thickly, his breathing coming out in deep and long pants. His eyes wandered over the others chest, looking at the small amount of skin that wasn’t covered by the thick layers of bandages. Eventually, Chuuya’s fingers began to unzip Dazai’s pants. Dazai’s breaths were coming out in quick and sharp pants. The feeling of Chuuya’s fingers against his skin sent chills through his entire body, the alcohol making his body extra sensitive. Dazai watched as Chuuya’s fingers unzipped his pants, his heartbeat racing as Chuuya slowly pulled the clothing down his legs. Chuuya pulled the fabric down Dazai’s legs, careful not to disturb the bandages that layed over his skin. Chuuya slipped off the material until the only thing left on Dazai was his boxers. The ginger looked up at Dazai through hooded blue eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed from the sight. Dazai was now sitting on the edge of the bed, half dressed with his pants lying in a pile on the floor beside him. Dazai’s breaths were coming out in uneven pants, the feeling of Chuuya’s eyes on him only making it harder to control his breathing. Dazai’s eyes were fixed on Chuuya’s as the two held eye contact. Dazai’s entire body was full of tension and need, his heart beating so hard he swore Chuuya could hear it. The two boys held eye contact for what felt like an eternity before Chuuya finally spoke up. His lips parted and let out a small huff before he finally spoke.
“Dazai..”
The man’s name rolled off his tongue, sending shivers down the other man’s spine. Dazai’s breath caught inside his chest as he heard his own name fall from Chuuya’s lips. Something about the way Chuuya said his name sent waves of pleasure through Dazai’s body. Dazai’s eyes darkened and his expression turned into one of desire.
“Come here..”
Dazai’s voice came out as a quiet, pleading whisper, his body feeling hot and needy for Chuuya to touch him again. Chuuya didn’t waste a second of their time together, quickly standing up. Chuuya leaned forward, his hands resting on Dazai’s shoulders as he pressed his knee between the other man’s legs. His leg pressed against the growing bulge in Dazai’s boxers, gently applying pressure to it. Chuuya leaned close, their noses touching and their breathes heavy against each others skin.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you…”
A shiver shot down Dazai’s spine as he felt Chuuya’s knee press against his growing bulge. His body was so sensitive and the slightest movement was driving him crazy. Dazai stared into Chuuya’s eyes, their breaths and faces so close that Dazai could feel the man’s breath against his skin.
“Touch me.. please..”
Dazai’s voice was quiet in a desperate, pleading tone, his eyes practically begging Chuuya to do as he said. Dazai’s need for Chuuya was growing stronger by the second.
Chuuya let out a pant as he leaned closer, connecting their lips in a deep and passionate kiss. The ginger’s knee pressed harder against the other man as he used his body weight to push Dazai’s back against the bed, moving so he was fully on top of him. Chuuya let out a small groan at the feeling of Dazai’s hands on his shirt, tugging and pulling at it. His hands moved all across the bandaged body, roaming and treasuring every part of the skin. Chuuya continued to passionately kiss dazai, his tongue gently slipping between the two lips of the other man. Dazai’s hands continued to tug at Chuuya’s shirt, growing impatient and desperate. As Chuuya’s hands explored and caressed every part of Dazai’s skin, their kiss intensified. Dazai’s tongue pushed forwards, meeting Chuuya’s tongue in a passionate and hungry kiss. Dazai’s breaths were coming out in small and uneven pants, his entire body shuddering with each and every touch from Chuuya.
Chuuya let out a soft whimper as Dazai’s fingers slipped under the waistband of his pyjama pants, gently tugging at them and teasing the soft skin beside it. He continued to kiss the other passionately, not wanting to ever forget this moment. Chuuya wanted to feel Dazai, to taste him, to be so close to him that all his senses would be full of him. Chuuya’s body hovered over Dazai, his eyes closed as he moved his tongue like it was a simple routine. No matter how many nights they had together; they all felt like a new experience, each night having its own unique feeling to it. Chuuya would spend his days hoping that he would be woken up to the sound of his doorbell ringing and Dazai standing there behind the glass. He was addicted to the feeling of the other man’s presence, the way he made him feel with nothing but his voice and the looks that his ominous brown eyes gave him. Chuuya was addicted to Dazai himself.
Dazai’s fingers continued to tease the skin under Chuuya’s waistband, the contact making Dazai’s body shiver and his breaths become uneven. Dazai was drunk on Chuuya’s touch, the feeling of the man’s body against his driving him insane. He could only focus on Chuuya, on the sound of the man’s breaths and the taste of his tongue as they kissed. Dazai was addicted to Chuuya, to the sound of his voice, to the look in his eyes, and most of all to the feeling of Chuuya’s body against his own.
Chuuya’s knee shifted, pushing harder against the other man’s crotch. Dazai let out a gentle moan in response to the action, falling further and further into the lustrous sea of Chuuya’s gaze. The shorter man groaned slightly, biting Dazai’s lip as he moved his hand lower down the taller man’s body.
Chuuya took pleasure in seeing Dazai in such a submissive and vulnerable state since it reminded him that he was the only one who got to see him this way.
Dazai’s fingers began To push down Chuuya’s trousers, gently grazing his smooth skin with the side of his fingers. Dazai’s moan was quiet and soft, a product of the overwhelming pleasure and sensations that Chuuya was making him feel. Dazai’s body was shuddering and hot, his breath coming out as uneven and desperate in quick, sharp pants. Dazai’s tongue moved with Chuuya’s, the kiss becoming more and more rough and passionate with each movement. Dazai’s entire body felt like it was on fire, the feeling of Chuuya’s knee pressing against his crotch making his need for the shorter man grow hotter and stronger. Chuuya could feel the lust radiating from Dazai’s body, his own arousal growing in response. Chuuya shifted his body and gently pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva hanging from their bottom lips and continuing to connect them. He let out a pant as he removed his hands from Dazai’s body, using them to pull his own pants down further. Dazai let out a small whine as Chuuya pulled away, the string of saliva still connecting them together. Dazai’s body was practically shaking with need, his breath coming out in small pants. His whole body felt hot and needy for Chuuya, the lack of contact driving him crazy. Dazai watched as Chuuya started to pull his pants down further, his eyes fixating on the pale skin that was slowly being revealed as Chuuya removed the fabric. Chuuya’s knee shifted, pushing harder against the other man’s crotch.
Dazai let out a gentle moan in response to the action, falling further and further into the lustrous sea of Chuuya’s gaze.
The shorter man groaned slightly, biting Dazai’s lip as he moved his hand lower down the taller man’s body. Chuuya took pleasure in seeing Dazai in such a submissive and vulnerable state since it reminded him that he was the only one who got to see him this way. Dazai’s fingers began To push down Chuuya’s trousers, gently grazing his smooth skin with the side of his fingers. Dazai’s breaths continued to grow heavy and laboured as Chuuya’s knee moved against his crotch. Dazai’s grip on Chuuya tightens, a small moan slipping from his lips. Dazai could feel himself becoming slowly overcome with lust, his body begging for more and more contact from Chuuya. As Chuuya bit down on Dazai’s lip, Dazai let out a soft whine, his body shivering with each and every touch. Dazai’s hands continued to wander down Chuuya’s body, desperate to feel the man’s skin against his own.
Chuuya could feel the lust radiating from Dazai’s body, his own arousal growing in response. Chuuya shifted his body and gently pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva hanging from their bottom lips and continuing to connect them. He let out a pant as he removed his hands from Dazai’s body, using them to pull his own pants down further.
Dazai felt a whine escape his lips as Chuuya pulled away from the kiss, his body already missing the feeling of the other man’s body pressed against his own. Although Chuuya had only pulled away for a moment, Dazai’s body felt as if it was aching for more. The brunette’s gaze followed Chuuya’s hands as he pulled his pants down. Dazai’s eyes raked over the man’s bare skin, tracing over each and every mark and scar. Dazai’s fingers ached to touch Chuuya again.
Chuuya pushed down his Pyjama bottoms, revealing his boxers that had tiny little knifes on them. Chuuya looked at Dazai, ready to be teased about it.
“Shut up.”
Chuuya said almost immediately, after throwing his pants somewhere on the floor, in attempt to silence the other man before he spoke.Dazai chuckled slightly, his voice coming out in a low and breathless tone.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
Dazai’s eyes took in the sight of Chuuya in his boxers, his body already aching to touch the man’s bare skin again. Dazai’s breathing was heavy, each breath getting caught in his throat as he gazed at Chuuya. Chuuya just scoffed and mumbled something that Dazai couldn’t hear, not that he wanted to anyway. Dazai was too focused on visual the other man’s milky skin brushing against his. He was desperate to hear the other in their usual night routine, longing to hear him call his name. Chuuya moved a closer once more, changing his position so that he was straddling the brunettes hips. He sat down, his hands brushing over the man’s bandaged chest as he leaned in closer again. Their lips locked in a sloppy passions kiss, neither of them caring what was happening with anything else.
Dazai moaned softly into the kiss as Chuuya straddled his hips, his body yearning for the man’s touch. Dazai’s hands found their way to Chuuya’s waist, holding him in place as they kissed. Dazai’s tongue pushed forwards again, the alcohol making his body feel hot and needy. Dazai’s fingers tightened their grip on Chuuya’s waist, as if the man would disappear if he didn’t hold on tightly enough. Dazai wanted more.
Chuuya whimpered slightly at the feeling of Dazai’s fingers digging into his skin. Part of him was excited to wake up in the morning and see the bruises and marks on his skin as he passed the hallway mirror.
The ginger man moved his hands up the others torso before gripping his hair tightly. He played with Dazai’s hair like play dough, tugging and pulling at it whenever he wanted. Chuuya could feel his body heating up, the feeling of Dazai’s growing length against his own made him feel hotter and hotter with every second. Dazai gasped as Chuuya grabbed his hair, his body shivering at the feeling of the man’s fingers gripping the roots. The man’s hips bucked involuntarily, the sensation of Chuuya above him only making him want the man more. Dazai’s breaths were coming out in heavy pants, each and every touch from Chuuya only driving him more and more insane. He couldn’t help his head from head spinning with need and lust, the sensation of Chuuya’s body against his own only making him want more. Dazai’s hands tightened on Chuuya’s hips, his fingers digging even deeper into the man’ gentle skin.
Chuuya chuckled slightly into the kiss, slowly beginning to grind his hips against the other in response to their action. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as the friction between them began to increase. The room was filled with panting and low moans. Chuuya’s hips were moving back and forth against the growing tent in the others boxers, feeling the way his own dick pressed against it. The shorter man let out a couple of whimpers every now and then but was mostly quiet other than the occasional louder moan. Dazai, on the other hand, was a complete moaning mess. His nails were digging into the other’s soft, pale skin as he bit his lip. The brunette had his eyes squeezed shut as he tried his best to continue kissing the other. Every other second the kiss was broken by Dazai moaning or needing a moment to catch his breath, it was so intense but so perfect.
Chuuya slowly pulled away, his tongue retracting from the other’s mouth as he sat up and looked down at Dazai. The sight of him lying beneath him made him so desperate for more, so much so that he could almost come from the thought of Dazai moaning his name and scratching his back as always.
Chuuya then hastily began to take off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor before shuffling backwards and reaching into the side draw for the lube. Meanwhile, Dazai began taking off his boxers after realising what Chuuya was going to do. When the ginger turned back around Dazai was sat on the bed, his legs together and leaning to the side as he propped himself up on his elbows. Chuuya couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the other man lying there, completely exposed and vulnerable. Chuuya opened the cap, squeezing a large amount of the jelly like substance onto his fingers and moved closer. Chuuya was stood on his knees, hovering above Dazai, and used his hand to gently push his legs open. Chuuya moved slowly, giving Dazai the time to say anything if he needed to. When Dazai remained silent and only continued watching Chuuya while allowing him to spread his legs, Chuuya let out a shaky breath. Usually, Dazai was never so compliant. Chuuya would have to spend ages stuck in foreplay and having to endure teasing before Dazai even allowed him to fully undress, however today Dazai was radiating with lust and desire.
Chuuya lifted one of Dazai’s legs over his shoulder, allowing him to get a full view of Dazai’s body. Although Chuuya hated how short he was, he was slightly grateful that he was the perfect height for positions like this. With the way Dazai’s legs were held up at the right angle, Chuuya was able to hit all the right spots and he took such pleasure in watching him moan.
Dazai breathed slightly heavier at the sight of Chuuya standing between his legs while looking at him so intently. Something about the idea of having someone see them like this only turned him on more. He knew they wouldn’t ever be caught like this, Chuuya wouldn’t be that risky, however the idea wasn’t off limits in his mind..
Chuuya slowly leaned forward, forcing Dazai’s leg to stretch further up against his body. The brunette shuddered as Chuuya’s fingers gently brushed against his hole, breathing sharply as he got goosebumps on his skin.
“‘Could’ve warmed it-.””
Before Dazai could finish his sentence, Chuuya had slowly began pressing one of his lubed fingers into the other’s ass. Dazai’s words were interrupted by a loud moan as his back arched against the bed. His toes curled as he bit his lip to try and muffle the embarrassing sound.
“Nnng- ah”
Chuuya smirked at the sight of Dazai with his back lifted from the mattress. He analysed every part of his naked body. The small mole on the side of his bellybutton, the scar on his collarbone that Chuuya himself had put there. Every movement from Dazai sent a bolt of electricity down his spine. Chuuya could feel himself getting harder and harder against his boxers, so much so it almost hurt. It had been so long since he had seen Dazai and with work being so busy he hadn’t had any time to himself. Even now he was exhausted..but seeing Dazai this way gave him a boost of adrenaline that nothing could ever compare to. Just the smell of Dazai’s cologne made his heart beat faster and faster….
Chuuya panted heavily as he listened to Dazai’s moan. Meanwhile, his finger pushed in and out. Eventually, Chuuya began to feel Dazai clamping down more and more on his finger so he added another one. Dazai almost saw stars as Chuuya pushed in another finger and began moving them in a scissoring motion. Dazai gripped the sheets with two hands and panted heavily, his breathing being interrupted by a sudden moan that would echo through the room before he went back to panting like a dog. By this point, Dazai was finding it hard to stay still and Chuuya was finding it hard to hold back. Finally, Chuuya added one last finger. He worked them around more as he listened to the sounds the brunette was making. He could almost cum right then and there if Dazai was to moan his name….
“A-ahh C-Chuuya..Mmh.”
Chuuya felt himself almost tip over the edge at that sound. The way Dazai so effortlessly moaned his name made him was to just bend him over on his front…
“Fuck.”
Chuuya said before pulling his fingers out. Chuuya almost growled as he dropped the brunettes leg, placing it on the bed before he began hastily taking off his boxers. Dazai watched impatiently as Chuuya practically tore off his last layer of clothing. Chuuya then turned his eyes back to Dazai, memorising the look on his face before placing both his hands on Dazai’s waist before turning him over onto his front in a matter of seconds. The room was hot and both of them were panting like dogs this point. Dazai let out a soft groan as he fell back into the bed. He couldn’t even say anything before Chuuya had hold of his hips and was pulling his ass up against his crotch. Dazai moaned in a low rough voice as the position had now changed entirely. Dazai was fully at Chuuya’s mercy and for some reason….it really turned him on.
Chuuya breathed heavily, taking in the feeling of Dazai’s ass pressed against him like this. It was all so much to handle and yet it felt so good. Chuuya leaned down, his stomach pressing against Dazai’s back, as he let out a low breath right by the brunette’s ear.
“You look so good like this….all ready and desperate for me to destroy you….”
Dazai let out a low moan of desire as Chuuya whispered in his ear. Chuuya could feel Dazai pushing his hips back, trying to feel more of him against himself.
“Please….I can’t take it…..I need….”
Dazai’s breath was heavy, his eyes shut in a mixture of need and desperation. He had never felt so vulnerable to someone as he did right now. He felt needy and was ready to receive whatever Chuuya could give. Chuuya let out a shaky breath at the feeling of Dazai pressing himself back against his crotch. The movement was small but it still managed to rile Chuuya up even more. Chuuya’s lips gently pressed against the other man’s ear.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you….say it.”
Chuuya gently bit the lobe of Dazai’s ear, his tongue running across it as he gently nibbled. Dazai couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper at that. He wanted to protest but his body seemed to be acting all by itself. Dazai had completely submitted at this point. He was too drunk to care.
“I want you to d-destroy me…completely”
Dazai whispered, his voice quivering. It was only then when he realised how much he needed Chuuya and it kind of embarrassed him. Chuuya smirked against the other man’s ear. He let out a small scoff before trailing his hand up Dazai’s torso. His finger tips gently caressed the side of his body before running all the way up to his brown hair. In one swift move, Chuuya had a tight grip on Dazai’s hair. He held it in place, almost threatening to tug on it.
“Beg for it.”
Dazai let out a shiver at Chuuya’s hand trailing up his torso. Then as soon as Chuuya’s hand was in his hair, Dazai became completely submissive and vulnerable. He trembled at Chuuya’s touch and he was so excited at the thought of Chuuya yanking at it. In that moment Dazai’s only priority was to please Chuuya and he’s body was shaking with that sole purpose.
“Please….please Chuuya ah…I want it so badly….”
Chuuya smirked at the sound of Dazai begging so eagerly. Usually, he would make Dazai moan and whimper even more but Chuuya didn’t think he would even last another minute. Slowly, Chuuya leaned upwards and pressed his hips against Dazai’s ass.
“Keep going..I didn’t say you could stop.”
His hand kept a tight grip on Dazai’s hair as he held his other hand on Dazai’s hips. Dazai’s breath quivered as Chuuya pressed himself against him. Now all he was thinking about was getting that sweet friction. He whined at the fact that Chuuya wouldn’t let him move but as Chuuya told him to keep talking, Dazai was suddenly aware of just how much he was actually into this. Dazai felt the blush burning his cheeks as he realised how needy he was being.
“I c-can’t…ah…I need you so badly…please Chuuya…please.”
Chuuya let out a shaky breath, the sound of Dazai’s voice was hypnotising. The ginger tightened his grip on Dazai’s hair, tugging on it slightly, before loosening his grip.
“Louder….”
Chuuya was practically teasing himself at this point. The feeling of his own crotch pressed against Dazai’s ass already made him so unbelievably horny and yet, he was still desperate to hear Dazai beg….
Dazai whined as his hair was tugged. He was being so submissive and needy to the point where Dazai had completely lost all control. He was doing all of this without Chuuya even having to tell him and he knew in the morning he would look back on this and die of embarrassment. But right now the only thing on Dazai’s mind was being able to feel Chuuya on him.
“Please Chuuya…I’m begging you…I need you so bad. I’ll do anything just please…”
Chuuya hummed in response, biting his lip as he tightened his grip on Dazai’s hair once more before letting go and trailing his hand down the spine of the other’s back. Chuuya leaned down so their bodies were pressed together. Chuuya breathed out against Dazai’s neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. The brunette was in ecstasy, so much so that he was desperate for any sort of attention. Dazai whimpered softly as he pressed himself back against Chuuya, feeling the outline of his cock pressed against his ass.
“Mmh….please….”
Dazai whined softly as he felt the sensation of their bodies being pressed against each other. Chuuya’s breath on his neck was driving him insane and the only thing he could do was move his hips back against Chuuya desperately. At this point Chuuya was all Dazai was thinking about.
“Please…please Chuuya.” Dazai whispered once more and all he could think about was the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling.
Chuuya softly moaned as Dazai loved his hips, the feeling was sudden but so good….
The ginger ran his fingers along the side of Dazai’s torso and all the way down to his thigh. Chuuya’s hands began to draw small shapes on Dazai’s inner thigh, creating closer and closer to his dick. The knuckle of one of his fingers gently brushed against Dazai’s length and he let out a soft moan that was followed by a whine.
“Mm. You're shaking….”
Chuuya said, still breathing against Dazai’s neck as he began to place soft kisses on his shoulder. Chuuya chuckled softly before sitting up and gently trailing his hand back to Dazai’s waist.
“That’s good enough.”
He said, picking up the lube from where it was placed and squirting some more on his palm. He gently stroked himself with the now wet hand, coating himself in the lubricant, before he gently pressed against Dazai’s hole. Dazai shivered at the feeling of Chuuya’s hand leaving his skin. He felt so needy but there was now way he could even ask Chuuya for anything. All he could do was wait patiently as he felt the tension start to build up. Dazai’s heart dropped as he heard Chuuya pick up the lube and he suddenly felt a wave of anticipation.
He waited anxiously as he felt Chuuya start to press against him and Dazai let out another small whine. Chuuya breathed out shakily, his jaw clenched as he slowly pressed himself inside of Dazai. Inch by inch, he watched himself disappear into the tight heat of Dazai’s ass. Chuuya tightened his grip on Dazai’s hips, trying to restrain himself from just completely letting loose.
Dazai was a moaning mess, gripping the sheets as he panted and gasped at the feeling of being filled. Dazai desperately tried to keep his noises down but he was too drunk to care. He felt incredible as Chuuya slowly pushed himself into him and Dazai couldn’t help the moan that slipped from his lips. He shuddered in pleasure and he trembled at the feeling of being so full.
At this point Dazai was already so overwhelmed with pure ecstasy that the only thing he could do was keep begging.
“Ah…please…move….”
Once Chuuya finally managed to fill Dazai all the way with his dick, he paused for a moment. His hands gently stroked the soft skin of Dazai’s hips before he gently pulled out. Chuuya’s breath was shaky, his teeth gently biting his lip to try and keep all the embarrassing moans in. Chuuya then pushed back in, slowly thrusting in and out of Dazai. The feeling was unreal, he had almost forgotten how good it felt….
Dazai was already a mess but the second Chuuya actually started moving was when he was completely gone. Dazai let out a high pitched moan, unable to control himself at all. The only thing he could think about was the incredible pleasure that was completely taking over him. Dazai let moans slip from his mouth as Chuuya thrust into him, but he didn’t try and muffle them at all.
“Ah…please…please….faster” Dazai whimpered, his voice shaking and dripping with lust.
Chuuya could only listen to Dazai, giving in to his commands as he began to thrust faster. The feeling of Dazai’s walls tightening around him every time he pushed all the way in, only to keep hold of him as he pulled back out, was unreal. Chuuya stared down at the sight of Dazai laying ass up with his hands tight on the sheets. He looked so beautiful while his back was arched like that….
Dazai had completely given up any and all control. All he wanted right now was to feel Chuuya and he was too drunk and needy to think about anything else. Dazai was panting loudly and he had lost all strength. All he could do was take and take everything that Chuuya had to give and god only knows that he needed it.
“Ah…ah…ah…please…faster…ah…ah” Dazai kept repeating, unable to form any other words at all. Chuuya could already feel himself getting closer and closer. The way that Dazai was moaning and begging him to pick up the pace was only adding to the intensity and the heat of the room. The bed began to rock, gently tapping against the wall as Chuuya thrusted into Dazai faster and faster. The more he moved the more he found itself getting closer and closer.
“Nng..fuck- ah….”
The only thing that was filling Dazai’s mind was pleasure and it was all thanks to Chuuya. Everything he was experiencing and feeling right now was so incredible and Dazai had never wanted anything more than to be in this moment. Dazai loved the sound of the bed tapping against the wall and he loved feeling Chuuya press up against him with each thrust. In that moment Dazai couldn’t do anything but let out more moans and whimper for more.
“Please don’t stop…”
Chuuya let out a soft moan, the feeling was almost too much to handle. The way Dazai clenched around him while moaning out so desperately was like some sort of spell out over him. He couldn’t even think straight. The sound of the bed tapping against the wall, as well as the sound of the floorboards creaking underneath them, was only making Chuuya more and more turned on.
“Fuck- ah….take it..take it..”
Chuuya’s moans were the exact thing that was driving Dazai insane with desire. He shivered slightly at the sound of Chuuya’s voice letting out moans that were so desperate and full of pleasure, it fueled Dazai with even more excitement.
He loved the way everything was happening, to the point where Dazai felt dizzy and he didn’t want it to end. Chuuya’s words went straight to his head and the only thing he could think he wanted and needed was to take everything Chuuya had to give.
“Y-yes…ah…please….”
Chuuya could feel himself getting closer and closer to coming, his breathing becoming faster and faster as he moaned more carelessly. His grip on Dazai’s hips loosened and tightened as he continued to thrust right into Dazai’s prostate. The feeling of Dazai clenching around him made him almost break, it was so hard not to cum right there and then…but he had to make Dazai cum first..
“Ah fuck….mmh you- ah..you like that? Fuck-“
Dazai was almost in a different world at this point. The overwhelming pleasure was taking over him and all he wanted was for Chuuya’s pleasure to take over him too. Everything in that moment belonged to Chuuy, it was all focused on him and Dazai loved every second of it.
”Y-yes…please Chuuya ahh… I love it…ah”
Dazai whimpered in ecstasy, not caring how needy he was being anymore. All he wanted was for Chuuya to fully break him.
Chuuya let out a moan of pleasure, thrusting deeper than ever inside of Dazai as he came at the sound of his name being moaned. Chuuya felt like he was on cloud nine, his body shaking as he emptied inside of Dazai’s body. Dazai practically screamed as he felt Chuuya fill him up and the feeling was enough to push him over the edge too. He had never felt this good in his life and with the way that Chuuya was the one causing it, Dazai could feel the pleasure wash all over him as he came. The sensation coursed through his whole body and Dazai could only lay there and let the wave of ecstasy take over. Chuuya groaned softly as he pulled out and layed down on the bed next to Dazai. His breathing was laboured and his body was sweaty and hot. Dazai immediately collapsed after cumming, his knees buckling as he relaxed into the mattress. Dazai still whimpered softly for a moment, trying to calm down from his high as he breathed heavily.
“Fuck..ah”
Chuuya spoke with a dry voice, his throat slightly sore from moaning. Chuuya turned his head to Dazai, looking at him with eyes full of care and slight concern.
“You okay?”
Dazai let out another shudder as he tried to calm down. It took the last bit of his strength to turn his head and look at Chuuya. He lay there, panting slightly with sweat dripping off his forehead. He stared at Chuuya, who was looking at him with those eyes, and Dazai couldn’t help but smile faintly.
“Mmm…”
Dazai hummed softly unable to find the words to express just how incredible that was. Chuuya smiled softly at the sight of Dazai looking so fucked out and tired. The ginger groaned as he sat up slightly, picking up the blanket and throwing it over Dazai. He then leaned over and turned off the lamp. The room was now completely dark as Chuuya pulled the cover over them both, keeping the heat in so they were warm.
“….sorry if I was too rough.”
Chuuya said, moving his body slightly closer to Dazai and laying on one of the pillows.
As soon as Dazai felt the blanket being placed over him, he almost melted. He snuggled into the sheets as Chuuya got comfortable beside him. Dazai hummed in acknowledgement at Chuuya’s words, and he let out a small chuckle.
“You weren’t rough enough…”
Once Chuuya was settled next to him Dazai shifted closer, clinging onto Chuuya like a koala bear and resting his head on the older mans chest. Chuuya scoffed at Dazai’s words, finding them slightly funny. Although Dazai didn’t like pain, he did seem to be some sort of masochist in bed. Sometimes Chuuya forgot that….
“Yeah whatever….you freak.”
He said with a soft smile in his face as he closed his eyes and placed a hand on Dazai’s head, gently playing with his hair. Dazai closed his eyes as he felt Chuuya start to run his fingers through his hair. The feeling of it was incredibly soothing and relaxing. Dazai hummed with content as he smiled faintly. When he spoke, his voice was soft and sleepy.
“Mm. ‘M not a freak. You’re just boring…”
Chuuya breathed out softly, responding with a calm and gentle voice.
“Just go to sleep, dumbass..”
Chuuya continued to massage Dazai’s scalp and hold him close as the brunette drifted off to sleep.
“….i love you..”
Chuuya said. Dazai was already half asleep as he heard Chuuya’s words but he still managed to mumble back a response.
“Love you too…”
Dazai held Chuuya a little tighter as he finally started to doze off. He took in a deep breath feeling warm and content in Chuuya’s arms as his mind slowly turned fuzzy with tiredness. With that, both men fell asleep as they held each other tightly.
The next morning, Chuuya had a go at Dazai for making him late. Of course, Dazai promised to “make it up to him later”….and Dazai always keeps his promises..