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/AFTERNOON/
Kunnniiikiiiidaaaa!!~
Dazai whines, practically straddling and clinging to Kunikida who sits in his chair, trying his best to ignore how Dazai is smothering him. Kunikida sighs, one hand automaticly coming to rest down on Dazai's hip, to keep him in place as Kunikida all but prays that Dazai wont start to rock the fucking chair back and fourth while he throws his tantrum. Kunikida's other hand works at a diligent pace, continuing his typing of repots and whatnots, as Dazai slowly starts to fidget, most likely getting charged up for his next phase of 'I want attention and your not giving it to me'. And Kunikida? as much as he'd like to just ignore Dazai and pray for the best? That won't happen. He knows that too well by now, ignoring Dazai will just push him further, and giving in? Well that wont shut him up that's for sure, but it opens opportunities.
Kunikida sighs, he takes the hand occupied on his laptop, to bring it to his face to adjust his glasses. or tries. Dazai beat him to it with that smirk you just couldn't do anything about.
The two lock eyes as Dazai, being the oh so good helper he is, pushes the frame of Kunikida's glasses back up. Kunikida can't help but swoon over those beautiful brown orbs, so dull yet full of life. The eyes that if the mouth can't persuade him....they could.
Dazai's eyes, they slowly widen as if trying to zoom in, they flicker from Kunikida's own to his mouth, then back...pulled in somehow....God the things this man does to him.
Dazai cuts the gaze by sweeping in, his hair brushing either side of Kunikida's face as he settles in for a kiss, not too short, not too long, just enough for him to gaze back, before chuckling slightly at Kunikida's attempt at a glare. No heat behind those eyes, Dazai knows.
Hey~
Dazai smirks, cringing at his finest behind the greeting. Kunikida knows, he sighs and chuckles softly.
Hey. pretty fidgety today aren't you now?
Kunikida hums as he brings his hand to cup Dazai's cheek, bringing him in closer to allow his head to settle into the crook of his neck, wanting to feel the short to long draws of breath that exit from Dazai's nose. Dazai settles in, as corny as it sounds, but he felt like the last puzzle piece clicking into place after days of trying to solve and finish the picture. God Dazai couldn't feel anymore...well alive as much as he'd like to admit, when he's with Kunikida.
His body slowly starts to adjust, matching each breath that Kunikida takes, in and out, focusing on how he slowly moves to draw and trail his finger up and down Dazai's back....Yeah....he was so fucking needy...Kunikida knew that.
Gone silent now have you?
Kunikida grins. Well Dazai can't see if he's grinning or not, but he assumes so with that tone....that really hot tone- Okay. shut up.
...Have not, just...thinking.
Dazai mumbles, his lips pressing soft little kisses to Kunikida's neck as he talks. Kunikida makes somewhat of an amused questioning hum, as his hands trail further up into Dazai's hair. His hands slowly running up and down through his thick hair, massaging through.
What about, hm?
Kunikida lowers his tone, like talking to a difficult child expressing their needs. Dazai liked that at times. Really like it at this moment.
Dazai let out a little huff of breath, as if he held onto it for too long.
Oh you know...just, uhm...thinking of you...
Dazai felt ever more embarrassed about talking his truths, I mean it wasn't that hard really, anyone could do that....but he'd rather Kunikida read his mind and then magically teleport them into his apartment block...and I dunno...fuck him sen- NO. Stop. thank you.
Huh...thinking of me huh? that's...quite cute
Kunikida can't help but let out a little of a dumbfounded chuckle. He saw how Dazai had been acting today, more useless than usual, like 10x more clingier, and...well...really fucking cute with how much he's squirming at this moment. Kunikida had a feeling Dazai was thinking of some pretty...well intimate things no doubt.
It's not cute stupid-kida...write down in your notebook that calling men EXSPECALLY ME 'cute', causes them 100% guarantee, testicular cancer.
Dazai grunts, puffing out another hot sharp breath into Kunikida's neck. Kunikida really thinks about that for a second, and only a second before smacking Dazai's head. Not a painful smack. God never. But a smack that Dazai will defiantly complain about, spouting out nonsense like-
Owwie!!~ Kunikidaa! I defiantly got some brain damage from that!!
Yeah. That.
Kunikida huffs as he guides his hand down to Dazai's nape, to pull the back of his collar, like a cat. Kunikida chuckled to himself at that. Dazai let out a protest whine as he's brought face to face with Kunikida again.
Oh shut it you fool.
Kunikida chuckles. unexpectedly closing the gap between them with a kiss.
Would you like to go home? It is pretty late if I do say so myself.
Dazai let's out yet another huff of breath before scrambling to get out of his predicament of seating. He stands up and straightens out his coat, before coming up behind Kunikida and pulling his chair out.
Kunikida lets out an amused hum as he stands up, fixing his attire as well, before slowly packing down his items. straightening up his desktop, aligning his stationary and notes, ducking down to pick up his rubbish bin of the day, brushing past a verry observant Dazai as he empty's the trash. He turns back around to see Dazai doing the rest of his routine for him, as much as he'd love to protest about getting in his way, Dazai was somehow helping with his time management. No doubt tomorrow there would be a catch to Dazai's generous helping hand. Dazai waltz over, handing Kunikida his carry-on bag as they both go to clock out for the late evening...night...oh well.
To say the night walk to their apartment complex was 'peaceful'. Would be a statement.
Surprisingly.
/NIGHT/
Dazai clung to Kunikida the whole walk back, not sulking like he usually does, not asking to be picked and carried the whole way there. Just, walking. Weird.
Kunikida eventually nudged Dazai off his shoulder as he dug into his back pocket to grab his keys. Dazai whined as he circled around Kunikida once, then twice, impatiently as Kunikida fumbled to unlock his door. Dazai, of course, let himself in, placing his coat on the few available racks by the entrance, before b lining for the couch. Didn't take off his shoes. Like usual.
Kunikida huffs as he takes off his formal vest, unbuttoning a few top buttons of his under shirt as he neatly places his shoes at the entrance, before heading to his kitchen. He switches on the stove lights, bending down to gather cutlery and bowls for his dinner. Well their dinner. Dazai was going to eat what Kunikida made for him, whether it is crab or not.
It was crab.
Kunikida sighed as he began to cook.
Dazai, being the greedy shit he is, eventually sniffed out that Kunikida was cooking crab, the fatty couldn't help himself as he got up from the couch to enter the kitchen where Kunikida was plating their food. Dazai snuck behind Kunikida, giggling slightly as he felt Kunikida jump. Dazai leaned in, arms snaking their way around Kunikida's waist as he presses a few kisses to Kunikida's nape.
mnh~ thanks Kuni~ smells yummy
Dazai mumbles, sweet talking his way out of Kunikida who was about to scold him for sneaking up.
Kunikida grumbles, flustered as he nudges Dazai off him. Kunikida turns around to face Dazai, he leans his back against the counter, his hand going to place both their plates aside on the bench.
hm? Does it now?
He raises an eyebrow at Dazai, his hand coming out in front of them both. Dazai whines a little as he leans in to place his chin in Kunikida's hand
Don't make me work for it now Kunii~ I've been so good haven't I?
Dazai pouts as Kunikida brings him closer, his other hand that isn't holding Dazai's chin coming to card through Dazai's hair.
Have you though? I recall a verry distracting boy fidgeting in my lap whist I was working a few hours before, no?
Dazai let's out another whiney sound.
Kuni pleaseee!!~ The yummy food is going to go cold at this rate!
Kunikida let's out a attentive hum
That you are right.
Kunikida sighs as he takes both plates and begins to walk over to the couch, placing both on the table in front of the couch. He sits down. Dazai stares before tracking how Kunikida looks to him....and then to his lap.
Dazai gulps.
He walks over, and sets himself down. His legs brush tight together as he leans back into Kunikida, feeling Kunikida's chin rest on his shoulder as his hand comes to bring one plate to rest in Dazai's lap.
Dazai watches quietly as Kunikida brings a fork with cut up crab stuck to it.
C'mon now~ Don't want the food to go cold do we?
Kunikida chuckles, his other hand snaking down to slide up and down Dazai's thighs.
Dazai takes the bite Kunikida feeds him. Letting out little whimpers as he chews his food. Kunikida's hands, one feeding Dazai each bite at a time....the other?....oh God...the other spreading his legs wider each bite....gently stoking over his sensitive, twitchy cock...sometimes palming over the fabric when Dazai swallows, making him slightly choak a moan down as he swallows his food.
There we go~ just like that now~
Kunikida mumbles breathlessly into his ear as he finishes the rest. Dazai let's out a little moan as he swallows the last of his dinner down. His legs trying their best to close, yet Kunikida all but spreads them wider.
K-Kuni mhn~ t-thank you for dinner~
He whines quietly, leaning into Kunikida more as his cock is palmed gently, even after his food. His body lets out little twitches and spasms, as he nears close....really fucking close...please-please-
Oh good boy~ need some dessert now~?
Kunikida hums as his hand slowly slides back to his sides.
Dazai know exactly what kunikida is asking...and God yes he does.
He slides off Kunikida's lap, shuffling around on the floor until he's kneeling between Kunikida's now spread legs, facing his fat thick buldge in his pants. Dazai has to stop himself from drooling as he leans in, nuzzling his cheeks against Kunikida's clothed erection. Whining as he beings to greedily press open mouthed kisses to the fabric, his eyes slowly rolling back as Kunikida runs his hands through his hair, signaling Dazai can go further.
Dazai does.
He presses one last kiss before dragging Kunikida's zipper down with his teeth, then Kunikida's boxers, until he's bare, cock twitching in front of Dazai. Dazai lets out a moan, gently with one hand cupping and massaging Kunikida's balls, and with the other, gripping it in his grasp, letting the heavy cock smack down on his face. Dazai opened his mouth, letting that fat cock smack against his tongue over and over and over again....fucking hell...
Dazai just let Kunikida take it. Take it all as Kunikida gripped Dazai's hair, pulling him up and down on his cock, using his mouth like his personal fuck hole.
he was his personal fuck hole.
Dazai let out garbled moans, his throat sore and beyond abused in the best way possible, his mind tingling and fuzzy with pleasure as he's used to Kunikida's own pleasure. God he loved it. Every fucking second, as drool fell down, soaking his pants below, his own cock twitchy, neglected, oozing through the fabric of his pants. Dazai didn't care. Just kept his sweet mouth full of Kunikida's cock, until he came.
Dazai swallowed all of it, making show as he lolled his tongue out to show no cum left behind. Dazai saw how that made Kunikida's cock twitch again. Dazai smirked, drowsy and full of lust as he looked back to Kunikida. Feeling Kunikida's hands gently rake through his hair....God....He can't wait to rile Kunikida up again....see what outcome would be next.