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Surfaces black like dripping charcoal, the interior minimalism of a largely spacious living room mimicked a sfumato of matt darkness that was not blinding but rather soothing. Two insignificantly feeble light sources of amber warmth were thinly lining along the edges of the ceiling to floor, glass windows. Emanating from a set of tiny, sleek lamps placed on either corner of the room.
The sole variable for a strong visibility was the brightness coming from Chuuya's phone, held right above and inches away from his face. Illuminating his handsome features. Having arrived home half an hour ago from the mafia headquarters, he was now lying here on the sofa with his head on the armrest. His vest, coat and overcoat discarded aside while still being clad in his white shirt and black trousers.
A dilemmatic disposition plagued him. His forehead was creasing with lines and eyebrows were narrowing in as blue eyes glared at the screen with a consistent continuity.
‘How initiating simple kisses can make your relationship warmer.’
With a troubled concentration he was carefully scanning the bold letters on the phone.
An article.
It was an article. A stupid one at that which Chuuya came across earlier. It was a stupid, cringe one that was meant to be as a relationship advice for stuck up teenagers.
So don’t get Chuuya wrong. It’s not like he was interested in it. He has nothing to do with it. He absolutely wasn’t intrigued.
An obnoxious mackerel definitely wasn’t coming to his mind. The thought of which had him contorting his face further as he shook his head. As if physically denying his mental wordings as well as snapping himself out of such intruding thoughts.
But intrusive thought it is and as with intrusive thoughts, Chuuya cannot help but let his mild curiosity tickle him. Letting his attention slip down the screen. Silently reading few lines with an unrequitedly intense glare.
After a few minutes or two he just sighed as he huffed before sitting up and tossing the phone on the sofa.
Resting his cheek on the fist of his hand angled on his knee, his other hand idly drummed his other knee while he absent-mindedly stared at nowhere. His phiz as undisturbed as ever but his mind was hoisted in an inner turmoil.
Cause as much as he would like to claim and absolutely detest that, that shitty Dazai tricked him into this relationship (Yes! He was tricked, okay!?), Chuuya has to admit that Dazai does take initiatives and is invested in him in his... own way. He cannot count the number of times the brunet has swiftly but selectively snuck in a kiss.
The mafiaso can feel his cheeks getting warmer at the memories as his lips presses into a nervous yet embarrassed line.
Dazai is really smooth with it. In a way to say if Chuuya wants to put it. The quick, short but sweet brushes of lips here and there whenever they’re together now. Specially in this house whenever he’s cooking or handling the washing machine or carrying the dinner or lifting up a load or simply reading a book wrapped up in his blanket. As much as he gets irritated by them, it also makes him feel something... strong. Though it always leaves him squawking or either yelling at Dazai.
But these small yet noticeable actions by Dazai do make Chuuya feel guilty, since the latter rarely initiates them. He just... dumbly receives those light kisses.
“Agh!”
Roughly ruffling his hair Chuuya lets out a frustrated noise. Thing is, he isn’t like Dazai. He can’t be smooth with it. He doesn’t know how to go with these casual kisses which might seem minor and seemingly simple but isn’t for him at least.
He thinks with an acute colour on his cheeks as he glares at his phone with a childish grumble. He doesn’t want to follow any stupid instructions from any corny relationship website meant for teens but it doesn’t hurt to try take the first step sometimes. Though he cannot imagine to bear the pressure of Dazai ever knowing about him accidentally stumbling across this website, not only because the detective won’t ever believe this to be accidental but also cause he would tease and taunt the hell out of Chuuya.
‘No’, he mentally proclaimed with an oddly determined expression.
He is not a selfish asshole at the very least. So he cannot sit back and let Dazai win even in this aspect.
Yes! He will defeat that damn Dazai. He will show him he’s a better at stealing kisses than him. Chuuya thinks with a kiddish flare of competition.
He whipped his head at the entrance of the living area. Quietly studying the area.
‘The mackerel is in shower right now’, inner words rang out within him.
He should try it now! He should execute his plan now when that bastard comes out.
Though his concentrated profile soon laxed out when he realised this isn’t a plan or fight that he should be... ready for. It has to be natural and... smooth as Chuuya would like to say.
With an exhale of air Chuuya sat back more relaxing on the couch. His head tilted back upon the headrest. Dazai’s mannerism of showcasing the closeness between them has always been physical. Through touches that were so gentle whenever his hand would softly brush against Chuuya’s cheeks, hair or hands. Whether playfully, teasingly or genuinely.
A shuffle of movements and clothes caught the corner of his vision as he saw Dazai come in. The detective was donning a white t-shirt that was lined with creamish-beige borders and few swipes of sky blue around the neck, paired with cream tinted sweatpants. He was fresh out the shower with a whitish-blue towel thrown over his head which he was rubbing slowly against his hair.
“Geh! A slimy slug crawled on my couch”
Stopping his movement for a second Dazai peered through the curtain of his towel over his head with a distasteful flatness of his lips.
“I will throw this couch at your face you shit! It’s my couch!”, sitting a bit more upright Chuuya lowly bristled.
“My, how rude~ I was only welcoming Chuuya”, he tutted dramatically.
“Your generosity was ass then!”
Despite his statement Chuuya’s view was wandering at Dazai’s features. He looked too good. Fresh out of shower with chocolate strands peeking through the towel, sleekly dripping with droplets of water. The outfit smelled nice too as if it was naturally coating the after-bath scent that was heavily lingering onto Dazai.
Suddenly the ginger is reminded of, of his... mission and abruptly the room felt tighter. He gulped still somewhat glaring at Dazai, albeit softly. He had defeated a dragon before but somehow giving a short, sweet kiss to your partner seemed more difficult.
Before their banter could roll further Chuuya instantly shot up from his place as he barked out approaching Dazai in brisk steps.
“Hey! Don’t wet the floor idiot!”
“Ah. Chuuya is so prissy”, he whined.
“Shut up! C’mere”
Chuuya halted right in front of Dazai before brashly tugging his hands onto the towel over the other’s head and started to rinse out his hair with a steady yet thorough force.
“Ack! What is Chuuya doing? Bad dog!”
Dazai only ducked his head but he felt dazed. Maybe it was due to the comfortable shower but mostly it was due to the fuzziness he was feeling from Chuuya’s rough hands deeply rinsing through his locks. He felt ticklish and good. Almost like a real life, upfront ASMR.
A mild frown graced Chuuya’s facial structure as his hands continue to move back and forth but he cannot help but be encapsulated by the picturesque, live picture close to his own face. Dazai had his eyes closed but the light slide of water drops against his face and dark, messed up bangs made him look incredibly hot. Sexy enough that now Chuuya really wanted to swoop in a kiss.
Nothing dodges past the bandaged male’s observation who obviously notices Chuuya’s gaze that he meets with his own with a smirk.
“What is Chuuya looking at?”, he murmured against his lips.
Their visages very close now. The distance low enough between their bodies so that Dazai’s breath was fogging against Chuuya’s lips. His voice cosy in the soundlessness of the room.
With an unreadable but undisturbed expression Chuuya only looked back at him more intently.
“You”
The older’s voice descending in octaves.
“Do—”
Dazai’s retort was quickly cut off as Chuuya brushed his lips against his in a gentle friction of warm flesh, pulling the brunet down by his own hands still onto the towel over his head. His lips felt small and plushy against Dazai’s own before Chuuya separated away.
A gentle indent of his eyebrows indicated Chuuya’s slight disappointment in witnessing that Dazai wasn’t caught off guard. Instead there was this honeyish muskiness twirling in his sight that was unmoved from Chuuya.
Like molasses dissolving in clear water.
He wanted to caught Dazai off guard though.
“That’s not how you kiss Chuuya”
Dazai whispered as he craned his head further down until their foreheads rested against each other. Their noses bumped together. His hand that was dangling free by his side now came up to firmly swipe a thumb against Chuuya’s lower lip. Softly gliding against the muscle. The action was small but so intimate and it made heat rise within Chuuya who felt colour rise up to his appearance.
Though Chuuya tried to be as impassive as ever but it didn’t restrict him from letting his hands fall from his head. Bringing down the towel to toss it aside on the sofa, his hand loosely grasped Dazai’s nape while the other skidded past around his waist to lethargically slip down onto the other’s ass in a filthy yet light caress of his fingers.
“Show me”
Chuuya only said. His phizhog laden with a seeming, deliberate innocence as he naively tilted his head. There was a hint of smirk hidden behind his lips.
Maybe Chuuya wasn’t successful in robbing a kiss in a cool way as he expected. Maybe it ended up a little awkward, so he might as well try his hand at other things. At least this will sail smoothly judging by the look in Dazai’s eyes.
And the next thing Chuuya registered was being pulled into a soft yet deep kiss. Dazai’s lips slotting against his in a rough turn as he pulls him even closer. Their torso mingling in the heated air created in the congested space between them. Chuuya gulps down a hitched breath as he tried to push back against Dazai’s eager lips moving wetly across his own. The gravity user’s hands wandering around the other’s waist and clutching onto the fabric of the other’s t-shirt.
Chuuya grunted softly when Dazai’s hand geared down the expanse of his neck to roughly trail into his shirt, mapping his collarbone while the other hand was now busy squeezing the toned muscles of his asscheeks. Causing the mafiaso to weakly whine at the back of his throat. The taller’s hand was rough, fingers digging hard into the flesh of his ass.
With a gasp Chuuya finally parted away.
“God! Lemme fucking breathe mackerel!”, he rasped out in uneven breath.
The addressed male only threw a smug curl of his mouth with half-lidded eyes at Chuuya’s reddening countenance.
“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom chibi? Shall we?”
Right at the very moment Chuuya knew... the night was on.
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Cool morning air placated the room as beige sheets and curtains paired perfectly with the lower temperatures, as if accentuating it.
A groan wedged through the silence. Chuuya sat on the bed with sheets pooling low around him. His naked torso hunched over with palms pressed against his eyes.
‘I was really thinking with my dick last night, didn’t I?’, was the first thing the voice within him mused, right in the morning.
The executive had completely lost track of his objective last night. He went off the track. He was supposed to make Dazai flustered, he was supposed to prove that he’s better than Dazai at kisses. To show that he’s not some self-centred dickhead who wasn’t invested in this relationship as much as Dazai was. He too wanted the medium of his affections be such gooey physical touches just as it was for Dazai.
Yet Chuuya failed and ended up...
Halting his thoughts Chuuya lowered his palms, unveiling a distorted expression as he twisted his head around to look at the sleeping figure beside him with an adorably angry albeit fond look. Blushing slightly.
...ended up having a real good time.
His plan wasn’t executed but at least he got an unexpected bonus. So, that was a plus and as always like every time, it was enjoyable as hell. Its never a dull night with Dazai in bed.
So he was glad in a way.
Chuuya confirmed to himself in mumness, shyly rubbing his neck and shoulders littered rosette red with deep marks.
But hey, what they say? New day, new beginning.
An unwavering resolved morphed over his features.
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Getting up Chuuya freshened himself. Half an hour after which crispy fragrance of toasting bread whisked the kitchen air as the simmering octets of gently boiling water puttered across the entire area. A pair of keen eyes were scrutinising the eggs poaching in it.
With the morning cosiness hugging his body, Chuuya stood there behind the stove. The peachy-almond tint of the early daylight from the window was beautifully illuminating his bright complexion, striking with his white shirt loosely worn over.
It was a good thing that Chuuya had his day off today. Its not often he gets to make his breakfast in peace since mafia ain’t your typical nine to five.
Speaking of peace, a very familiar presence entering into the kitchen irked Chuuya’s brains as he spotted Dazai from the corner of his vision and coming to the topic of day offs... Dazai did mention yesterday that ‘coincidentally’ today was also his day off.
Chuuya with all his surety can guarantee this that it definitely wasn’t a coincidence. Even though the Agency members were just goody two-shoes hooligans for him, he still prayed for their sanity for putting up with Dazai. So he only spared a skeptical glance at the yawning brunet.
“Oya~ Chuuya was finally able to reach the counter”, he beamed with a goofy smile.
“Fucking hell Dazai. Its too freaking early for your words”, he hissed back, a defeated irritation overwritten on his profile.
“Eh? But I was only concerned since chibi is too tiny reach high places”
Dazai histrionically proposed, gasping. Without bothering to turn around Chuuya only flashed a middle finger at him.
“Ha ha! My my... Chuuya sure is tacky in the morning”, a low laugh rumbled out of him. His tone and irises marked by a crinkle of amusement.
The soft texture of his voice moulded into a genuine laughter tingled Chuuya’s ears. It was sort of rare to hear him laugh so genuinely but then again, Chuuya had heard his fair share of Dazai’s genuine laughter.
He could hear the range of the suicidal male’s ridiculous humming getting closer. His grip on the slotted spoon in his hand tightened. Brows tucked in, Chuuya stared harder at the now whitish eggs in the boiling water. Cause he swears if Dazai ruins these eggs like the last time, he will toss that idiot into the ocean.
“I swear Dazai if you–”
His warning was interrupted as the taller drew close, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before moving away just as swiftly. Startled a little, Chuuya blinked stupidly. His expression cutely lost. Realising his face flamed.
See!? This is what Chuuya was talking about. Dazai’s sneaky kisses and how annoying smooth he is with them. It ticks Chuuya out but... they’re also... nice. Even though Chuuya might never admit it outwardly. Though they were distracting.
“I will punch your guts out if these eggs break because of your mistake again!”, he bristled out of embarrassment, gritting his teeth.
“It’s not my mistake Chuuya sucks at cooking”, he complained childishly pulling out a chair to sit at the table.
“Says the one who shamelessly gobbles up everything I make like an ungrateful bastard!”
Despite his rough syllables Chuuya carefully took out the eggs to place each on one plate along with the toasted slices of bread.
He will take a revenge kiss! Yes! He’ll show Dazai he’s better! Chuuya thinks directing his determined glare at those poor poaches on which he was now cracking black pepper and salt before putting in perfectly cut avocado, tomato and lettuce over the bread slices.
Turning off the stove Chuuya took the plates in each hand as he started to head towards the table. Aiming to resume his plan from last night.
The former mafiaso sitting there was hoping to rile up Chuuya even more when the latter approached with a grouchily adorable visage. Before Dazai could utter anything Chuuya in a silky motion, arched down to brush his lips against him. Plates still in his hand while his lips soothed against Dazai’s warmly. It tickled as Dazai stilled for a second, watching Chuuya detach away with a furious blush while rapidly placing down the plates.
“That was for earlier”
Was all he got from Chuuya who while still dwelling in his steadily fast building abashment, cannot help but gaze at Dazai from his peripheral view. The brunet looked oddly soft. His sharp angles blending in the morning rays, dark hair a little askew and his white t-shirt embraced him fluffily. Sort of lightning him up in a gorgeous way. He looked so kissable to Chuuya that he wanted to hold his face in his palms and admire him.
Although Chuuya still can’t believe himself for doing something so... cheesy.
Blinking stupidly at Chuuya, Dazai was not exactly bewildered. It doesn’t bother him that Chuuya doesn’t initiate such sweet touches but now that he did, it made Dazai feel excited.
“Chuuya–”
“Don’t!”, still flushing Chuuya started with a strong word, pointing his fork at him, “Don’t you dare say anything!”
“Heh~ But Chuuuuya~ It’s unfair!”
Breaking out of his momentarily surprised trance, Dazai complained.
“Eat!”
Chuuya forcefully instructed. Daring not to look up to display his reddened state. Unnecessarily monitoring his breakfast hard as if it was the most interesting thing in the world now at this moment.
“What what? What is Chuuya trying to do? Are you trying to woo the little old me?”, flopping his eyelids owlishly Dazai inquired in a kiddish yet teasing voice. Smiling comically.
“I am not! Who wants to tryna woo your ass!?”
Chuuya screeched, brightening up to which Dazai only mentally face-palmed.
Cause...
....Good old tsundere Chuuya.
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The relatively.... peaceful morning soon shifted to mid-noon and Chuuya found himself in the kitchen again.
He often finds himself so on his day offs because he likes to make himself a nice meal and later on savour it and enjoy himself. Though another less obvious reasons might be one particular bandage waster who can’t do shit for himself.
Chuuya really does wonder what that social misfit does when he’s back at his Agency dormitory. His knife paused midway while dicing the onions as he looked suspiciously at Dazai over his shoulder. The prodigal male was sitting away on a tool, bobbing his head to an unpleasant music playing, not so subtly in the headphones over his head. A stupid and almost funny smile on his face as if physically urging Chuuya to snap.
Maybe the Agency members provide him food. The ginger won’t be surprised given the way they’re just a bunch of unnecessarily nice people. Then again, he also won’t be taken aback if Dazai uses any of his tricks, blackmailing and manipulation to trap some poor Agency member to make him food on regular basis.
Though Chuuya has better things to do and worry about which as of now consisted of chopping these onions. Reverting back to his task.
However, another greater issue at the hand for Chuuya was how will he implement his moves on Dazai!? His plan!
His objectives?
-Prove he can be as cool as Dazai
-Show the mackerel that he’s a better kisser
-Catch the mackerel off guard
And lastly even though he might never acknowledge it but it is to make Dazai swoon and that Chuuya was not some self-pompous prick who does things one-sided or doesn’t initiate things!
The mafiaso was throwing visual daggers at the poor onions, knifes falling harder on them as if they have personally offended him. His fiery locks keep falling in front of his sight at the slightly rougher action.
“Tch”
With a soft click of his tongue he shook his head to push them back but to no avail.
“Oi shitty Dazai!”, he called out loudly.
“Hmm?”
He received a hum of acknowledgement from the brunet who responded without even looking at him or taking off his headphones. Paying half attention.
“C’mere”
A vague instruction came from Chuuya who now had his hands soaked into a bowl of sliced, salted cabbages, squeezing the water out of them. Pumpkin fringes falling over his eyes yet again in a striking motion.
“But why? I don’t wanna”, Dazai drawled lazily pulling off his headphone.
“Shut up! Quit being dramatic and come here!”, Chuuya scolded.
“Such a rude chibi”
Dazai quipped back in theatrical childishness but complied nevertheless. Pushing himself off of the tool as he covered the distance. Now standing close to Chuuya.
“What is it?”
“Tie my hair. My hands are busy”
At that Dazai’s attention swapped to his hair. Falling over his forehead and eyes in a mesmerising drop, akin to silky threads of ignition.
“Your hair...”
Dazai trailed off despite having heard Chuuya. Too busy being distracted by the shorter man’s charming traits. How Chuuya was able to rock a simple white shirt, half-tugged into some joggers.
“Yes my hair idiot. What are you so lost about?”
Chuuya’s demanding syllables held no real amnesty. It brought Dazai to focus who now expressed in an exaggerated foolery and mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Don’t worry~ I will help little old Chuuya”
“Shut up and don’t you dare do anything funny or weird with it!”, he warned, glaring at Dazai.
“I would never!”
With a hand to his chest Dazai gasped out in his usual tomfoolery at which Chuuya only rolled his eyes. Continuing to do the task at hand. Nevertheless Dazai leant forward, angling himself a bit more towards Chuuya who felt his cheeks and back tingle as the brunet’s fingers came up to gently weave against his slightly messy locks. Softly brushing it while his face was so close to Chuuya who cannot help but feel interrupted. Having the taller so close.
‘Ah. My stupid plan’, Chuuya abruptly is reminded within his own mind.
As if on queue, Chuuya followed his impulsive thought.
Hands still soaked in the salty cabbage residue with the remaining portion, Chuuya minimised the minute gap between their faces as he grazes his lips against Dazai’s. It was an innocent kiss unlike the dirty ones they shared last night but it was warm. His lips pressing against Dazai’s was a cute, pushing peck before Chuuya quickly detangled himself.
Dazai was taken aback and was staring at Chuuya with slightly surprised eyes. Not expecting the quick but sweet sign of affection. Hands stilled at the other’s hair. A sly yet teasing smile blooms on his face as he recovered. He leaned against the counter.
“What is Chuuya trying to do?”
“Nothing”
Chuuya mumbled blushing harder than he already was. He wasn’t good at... sappy stuff. His irises glued to the cabbage pieces in his hand. He was now squeezing them unrequitedly harder to draw the moisture out.
“Is Chuuya trying to make me swoon~?”
He dramatically braces his arms around himself. Tossing his head.
“I will kill you”
Still embarrassed Chuuya muttered back aggressively. Squeezing the life out of those cabbages.
“Trying to give me a good old death’s kiss? How romantic~”
Why did Chuuya even do that? A frustrated noise comes from Chuuya.
“Ah. Fuck me”, the ginger hushed out.
“I actually did”
With a comedic smile Dazai verbally retaliated. Unapologetically. Which left Chuuya sputtering with shame and more profanities leaving his mouth.
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Soon the high noontime dialled down into mellow, late afternoon. The atmosphere outside whirled into honey gold. While the atmosphere inside the living room was assuasive and lazy. Instigating a sort of somnolence onto the two figures on the couch. Clocks ticking four thirty-five.
The nullifier was sitting on the sofa. Sprawled out with one of his legs tugged under the other that was dangling free. His hand gently placed atop a mop of orange hair as Chuuya laid there, with his head resting on his lap. Despite their positions, their eyes stuck to the television. Watching away a movie they played.
Though the comfy nature of the afternoon cosiness was making Chuuya a little drowsy. Not to mention the brunet’s hand softly trailing against his head. Chuuya’s ear-tips tickled as Dazai’s palm thoughtlessly moved against his skull. A shiver trickled down his back when the fingers particularly caressed leisurely, carding through his strands. Caressing him.
The texture of Dazai’s fingers were a little rough but it was a nice contrast against his soft hair.
It was one of their usual routines in their peacefulness. Even though the concept of ‘Soukoku’ and ‘peacefulness’, didn’t exactly go together. Although strangely or not, they basked in well together in such personal moments of quietness. Besides, Dazai never minded Chuuya’s habit of resting on his lap. He didn’t mind caressing his hair for hours and hours. It was their own personal moment.
Mahogany orbs geared down onto Chuuya for few seconds. Searching for any signs of discomfort. Chuuya was warm and the cashmere like smoothness of his hair felt nice against his skin. The more his fingers massaged his head the more, as Dazai noticed, Chuuya would subconsciously curl up. Dazai silently chuckled at that. Again, he almost resembled a dog.
However, Dazai pursed his mouth. Better not saying it since he didn’t want to disrupt the current serenity.
Suddenly Dazai felt Chuuya’s attention on him. The latter peacefully studying him with impassiveness written over his countenance but before Dazai could decode it, a strong hand grappled into his strands. Chuuya yanked him down until their lips were colliding in a tender touch. It was curt, disgustingly sweet and soft with few seconds of tracing against each other. Chuuya still laying on Dazai’s lap who was partially hunched over until Chuuya let him go.
Looking down at the man using his lap as a pillow, Dazai blinked at him with mild confusion. He was delighted of course but something wasn’t adding. He isn’t opposed to whatever form of affection Chuuya shows but this was new. This was fourth time the day.
The said mafiaso instead of being coy like usual, this time gave Dazai a sexily wicked smirk before turning towards the television.
It triggered a dangerous mayhem of things within Dazai.
“Chuuya! That’s so unfair~ Hat for brains”, he complained.
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It was a whole day later when Dazai had returned to Chuuya’s house from the Agency at ten at night after providing his assistance on a case.
Fresh out of a quick shower he was humming as he carried himself over to the living room where Chuuya was supposedly waiting. They decided to watch another movie together cause Chuuya was home early. Even though ten or eleven at night might not be considered early by general standards but they both work for pretty unique organisations, specially Chuuya.
The living room was lightless but it was smothered in a douse of moonlight. Creating a mystifying visual melody.
“Chuuya you–oh”
As Dazai approached the couch he was about to fester Chuuya as usual but all his intentions derailed into a simple ‘oh’ upon seeing the ginger sitting there but fast asleep.
A softly low but affectionate huff escaped Dazai upon witnessing the scene in front of him because Chuuya’s head was slightly lolled a side, his hands laid by his side, lose and palm open. Mouth open and cutely drooling while snoring out softly.
‘Hatrack looks so stupid’, he chuckled.
Maybe Dazai should attempt one of his usual tortures on Chuuya. Draw on his so not adorable face? Mess his hair? Put a fake cockroach on him?
Though before that he should put the chibi in a better posture cause Dazai was sure the awkward sitting position he was sleeping in, would surely crank his neck. Then the gravity user would be grumbly about it all next day. It would still be another worthy entertainment for Dazai regardless.
Coming closer to the couch Dazai bends down a little to let his hands cusp Chuuya’s shoulders. Steadying him in a more comfortable position. The shorter male looked effortlessly dazzling in the silvery coolness of the moonlight. Perfectly sharp cuts right from the shape of his eyes to his jawline and the expanse of his neck.
Racking his palm in a feathering touch against Chuuya’s head, Dazai placed a kiss on his forehead. Detaching away Dazai straightened up. Deciding to inch away when he felt Chuuya grab his hand. Halting him in his tracks.
“The fuck are you going?”, Chuuya groggily said rubbing his eye.
Oh. So he did wake him up. Dazai thought to himself.
“Chuuya finally awake?”
Dazai benignly teased with a quizzical smile. His wrist was hot where Chuuya was still holding onto him. The touch so comfortable yet casual. As if Dazai right here, right now belonged to Chuuya.
“Shut up. I wasn’t sleeping. Was just a little drowsy”, Chuuya chided back softly under his breath.
“Yeah?”, Dazai quirked up a brow. Amusement vibrating on his lips.
Fluttering his view to clarity, Chuuya’s neutral expression fell on Dazai. Analysing him in his own lost ponderings. A soft longing twirling in his brilliant blue irises.
Thing is, Chuuya isn’t sure. Even though his... attempts at being a more responsive... partner was going fairly well but he doesn’t know how much of it has been actually reciprocated to Dazai. All the kisses here and there and his trails at being casual and smooth have been nothing but something he decided to start at a whim. From a stupid article.
As much as Chuuya would like to claim that it was all to prove that he was a better kisser than Dazai or he was smoother than Dazai... the real reason was still somewhat knocking a resonance of confusion in his heart. A little guilt shoved away in his mind.
As to Chuuya wasn’t a dick who would just let himself be selfish. Letting Dazai show all the... closeness if you call it.
It’s just that both of then weren’t individuals who expressed the closeness that exists between them with words but at least Dazai did it by showing physical affections. Chuuya didn’t even know how to do that. He isn’t good at these things.
It was a minor, childish worriment but somehow Chuuya still felt a thin sheen of guilt layer over his emotions.
Unsurprisingly Dazai noticed the shift in Chuuya’s facial emotions. Dazai wouldn’t be Dazai if he wasn’t able to read people like a nursery’s rhyme. Especially Chuuya. Nobody knew him better than Dazai.
“What is Chuuya thinking?”
With an ever calmly blank face Dazai voiced out. His tone a little bit more serious but gentle.
“Nothing. Come here”, he muttered still staring at him with concealed feelings.
“You know thinking is a high-level activity for slugs like you right?”
There was a mild etch of playfulness in his composed tone, paired with a tiny smirk.
Instead of bantering back like usual Chuuya pulled down Dazai by his hand that he was still holding. Snatching in a quick kiss. Abridging apart, sapphire orbs were now twirling into the muddy ones, their faces barely separate as they mutedly breathed into each other.
There was an ever emotionlessness residing in Dazai’s eyes, his features stoic but that’s how Dazai mostly was, despite his facade. However, it still brings Chuuya the satiation of familiarity and comfort within him whenever he’s with Dazai.
Dazai was partially arched down due to him standing and Chuuya sitting. The executive pulled him so that now the brunet was essentially bracketing him with one of his knees sinking into the plush of the furniture, between Chuuya’s thighs. Dazai’s hand on the headrest beside Chuuya’s head.
Chuuya was able to seal up another thoughtless but slow drag of lips against Dazai when he went in for another kiss but this time, instead of the warmness of the other’s lips he was met with a palm. Chuuya flapped his eyelids in surprise as Dazai lowered his hand.
A rare shot of panic ran through the mafiaso. Though it refused to surface on his demeanour but all he was thinking, ‘Did Dazai not appreciate all this?’
Did he somehow cross an unknown boundary. It has never happened before. Not even when they were fifteen and absolutely not lovers.
“What is Chuuya worried about?”, he almost huskily whispered
Chuuya’s musings were cut short. A dull ruthlessness deeply embedded in the evenness of the other’s voice. It was not the harsh ruthlessness that Chuuya often heard Dazai hurling at others but rather a gentle one. A caring one which promised an unspoken dare that Dazai would know regardless of whether Chuuya answers him or not. Dazai’s profile was as feelingless ever but it wasn’t a look of his usual disregard but instead a look of calm scrutiny, trying to unravel Chuuya. The former mafiaso’s gaze was firm on Chuuya, oozing with usual onyx emptiness but again... the usual, distant emotionlessness in it, wasn’t there. Things is, despite his masks, Dazai most of the times is naturally like this. So Chuuya can pick apart that right now the brunet was concerned. It’s just that with Dazai being Dazai... he doesn’t portray things. Hence, things turn out more complex.
If it were Dazai’s usual ruthlessness thrown at Chuuya, then he would have gladly overthrown it or overpowered it with his own venomous cruelty spilling from his lips like acid. If it were Dazai’s usual eyes of icy malevolence then Chuuya would have equally met them with a devilish viciousness in his own azure ones.
But this was different. From a third perspective it might seem like Dazai was trying to use his natural intimidation but in reality it was more caring and concerned and Chuuya doesn’t know how to counter Dazai’s this side.
Dazai’s coldness doesn’t make him nervous. It fires Chuuya up. But Dazai’s caring side... makes him oddly nervous.
Howbeit, Chuuya was unyielding. He doesn’t bend. He doesn’t break like the matador of power he was.
“Nothing”, he gritted through his teeth. Jerking his head to a side. Sinking down into the material of the sofa further.
Unfazed, Dazai held him in his view for a few seconds of acute observation before he thumped down beside him on the couch with a sigh.
The prodigious male now starts with a tiny but fond smile, “What was Chuuya trying to–”
“Tch! If you didn’t like me kissing you that much then you should have said so!”, he snapped with an aggressive click of tongue.
“What?”, Dazai nearly whispered. Almost confused, crunching his brows before he scoffed amusedly, “I am not talking about that Chuuya”
Instantly the blazing glare of Chuuya mellowed out. Now substituted with an adorable head tilt of realisation.
“You are not?”
It’s almost criminal, the irony, that such a dangerous mafiaso could so annoyingly cute as Dazai noted Chuuya’s soft tone and the genuine innocence in the question.
“No. I am asking what is going on in Chuuya’s mind for the past two days?”, he clarified eagerly with a curious smile. Imitating a child waiting for answers.
Chuuya only grouched under his breath as he flattened his sight, directing visual daggers at Dazai before he finally gave up.
“Argh! Fuck it! I was trying to reciprocate okay!? Happy!? You bastard!?”
Chuuya exclaimed loudly leaning against the sofa more as he veiled his red face with his forearms.
Dazai’s eyes widen up at his admission as Chuuya continued in a weaker voice. Still avoiding eye contact and blushing furiously.
“I am... I am not great at things like... kisses and shit. Like you are. Like the asshole you are, you are always... annoying me with them but I am not a selfish fucker ‘kay? I didn’t want things to be one-sided”
Chuuya meekly revealed in strained words coiled up in embarrassment as his arms were draped over his flushed face.
Cause he was fully ready to receive Dazai’s teasing blows now.
Sieving himself out of his stupor of surprise Dazai let’s out an affectionate and genuine chuckle.
“Chibi is so stupid”
“Hah!? You’re so done fucker–”
Ripping his arms off of his mug Chuuya erupted as he sat a bit more upright now. His expression an amalgamation of shame and irritation but he was interfered by Dazai’s hand encasing his own. Pulled him towards him.
“Chuuya finally looked at me”
The ginger-head restrained in a strangled squawk. His profile a pinked shade of shyness due to Dazai’s caramel like orbs melting upon him. Looking at him smugly yet the fingers around his wrist were rubbing his nerves so soothingly. Even though Dazai’s comment was just his usual poke at Chuuya but the sweetness saturated in that made the older’s heart feel squishy inside.
“I don’t mind Chuuya kissing me in any ways”, he finally explained in an unparalleled yet determined calmness.
Gently taking both of Chuuya’s hands in his hold in his lap.
“It’s just that you don’t have to feel obligated to do something you’re not used to”
Chuuya’s heart nearly leapt in his throat. His chest thudded louder as his entire form flamed up when Dazai’s fingers furrow through his hair and felt his lips pressing against his temples delicately.
“You don’t have to do anything Chuuya”
Chuuya was sure his face was literally getter hotter as Dazai shushes those words against his forehead in a soft breath.
An addled noise is muffled out of Chuuya as Dazai pulled him by his head the very next moment to mush his face onto his shoulder.
Eyes wide and almost beading with tears, Chuuya felt his ears twitch and itch, his body cosied with goosebumps as he felt himself dissolve away against Dazai’s body. The redolence of his freshly worn clothes, the shampoo and the mist of shower messing with Chuuya’s senses.
He was sure the tint on his face paired with his hair as he smothered himself more onto Dazai’s shoulder with the brunet’s hand combing through his head in gentle pets.
He hears him speak again. Soft, almost inaudible syllables channelling into his ears.
“I don’t mind if you kiss me or not. To me, Chuuya is Chuuya”
Is all Dazai says. Feeling the ginger’s uncharacteristic demureness escalate higher and higher with the more words he spoke.
Enveloped in his brace, Dazai felt that despite Chuuya’s muscular frame lining against him... he felt oddly soft in his arms.
As if a gathered bundle of live-sized, human blanket in his arms.
Dazai doesn’t mind though.