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Chuuya, being Chuuya, wasn't asleep even if it was a bit past 3am. he had just finished a mission he had gotten from Mori and could finally go rest in the comfort of his room. That... wouldn't last long tho. That was just how unlucky he was.
Just as he put his head down to sleep after a tiring day at work, the annoying ringing from his phone felt ten times louder than usual. With a heavy and tired groan, he sat up and checked his phone screen, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the bright light of the screen before seeing the name on the screen.
*''DO NOT ANSWER'*
He knew right away it was that annoying, useless Mackerel calling. he stared at the screen for a few seconds, what could he possibly want at this time of day? He wondered, glancing at the time. 3:14AM... Of course
He genuinely contemplated answering, after all there was a reason his contact name was so alerting. He knew he shouldn't, that nothing good could come out of that idiots mouth, especially at a time like this. But the longer he stared at the ringing phone, the more tempted he was to answer it. Curiosity eventually got the better of him, and he answered the phone, knowing damn well he'd regret it the moment he heard that annoying voice of his. And... he was right.
"What is it dumbass? Do you not see what time it is?" As tired as Chuuya was, he practically yelled into the phone, knowing this wasn't ending good. It was Dazai, he expect
Dazais usual loud, teasing and awfully annoying voice was nowhere to be heard, instead replaced by silence. The only sounds that could be heard where the uncomfortable rustling of sheets and a shaky exhale that definitely belonged to Dazai. After that long, awkward silence he created, he finally spoke up.
"C-Chuuya... Can we talk...?" It was more of a mumble than actually speaking, a desperate, breathless question that caught Chuuya completely off guard.
It took Chuuya a few moments to get over his disbelief before he could even think of something to ask. Why does he sound so... desperate? He usually called to tease him or just rage bait him when he was bored. What was this now? He had so many questions, he didn't know what to ask first, but he settled for the most obvious one.
"What the hell are you on?" Chuuya asked, not knowing what reply to expect, he thought nothing could surprise him coming from this idiot. Knowing Dazai, he was probably either drunk off his ass or just high as fuck, but of course, it just so happened to be something way worse, at least for Chuuya.
While Dazai stayed silent, the loud rustling of fabric could be heard again. He could tell he was moving around on his bed, which Chuuya didn't pay much attention to, but at least he had a hint on where Dazai was.
But then Chuuya could hear something else, something sounding a lot like fapping skin. It took him a moment to realize what it was, and he wasn't sure if that noise started now, or if he was too tired to hear it before, but whatever it was, he recognized it immediately. And before Chuuya could yell at him and say something i couldn't write here, Dazais desperate voice came in first.
"Chuuya, p-please, just... talk to me, i need to hear your voice... please Chuuya..." Dazai was now very much whimpering, even tho he was trying his best to suppress it. Chuuyas name came from his mouth almost in a moan, which caught him even more off guard.
"I SWEAR DAZAI I'LL KILL YO-" As Chuuya was gonna start yelling and shouting in anger and embarrassment, he could hear the Dazais hand speeding up a bit, a suppressed whimper coming in through the phone which made Chuuya stop yelling. then he remembered, it was Dazai, that asshole was probably into that.
"Just... keep talking, yelling, whatever... Tell me you're annoyed with me, than you hate me... a-anything..." Dazai spoke, barely even trying to hide the moans and whimpers escaping his mouth. the more Chuuya spoke, the faster Dazais hand would work on his throbbing cock.
"I... i just need to hear your v-voice, ha..."
Chuuya knew that, he knew that he should just hang up and forget about it, go to sleep and pretend it never happened, but he wasn't ending the call, why? He didn't have an answer.
"Are you at least drunk?" Chuuya asked, already giving up on yelling since he knew that wouldn't help.
A chuckle could be heard from the phone, his hand keeping steady work on masturbating himself which could be heard all throughout the call.
"Drunk? ha... Maybe a little bit... Does that make you feel any better..?" That motherfucker... even in this state he was teasing him. Dazai was expecting him to end the call by now, but he surprisingly...didn't? Not that he was complaining.
"S-shut up, asshole..." Chuuya mumbled in embarrassment, which earned him another muffled moan from Dazai. But then, Chuuya then felt something in his pants grow... tighter. He looked down, and...
"Fuck..." He whined, his voice raspy from being so tired. He didn't even have to look down, he could feel his dick dying to get out of his pants, did Dazai really make him this hard?
But his every thought was interrupted by Dazais muffled and surprisingly loud moan. Dazai hid his face in a pillow as he finally came, the fapping stopped, and only thing that Chuuya could hear was his heavy panting and the slight whine every few breaths.
"G-good boy... Chuuya..." Dazai said teasingly while still panting, knowing it'd get on his nerves, but little did he know that just made him even harder.
"I hate you..." He mumbled, but Dazai could hear the zipper of Chuuyas pants even tho Chuuyaa tried his best to be as quiet as possible, and he knew exactly what that meant.
He sighed in contempt, more rustling of fabric could be heard, probably dazai either cleaning himself up or putting his clothes on. "I'll be there in 5, can't let you deal with that by yourself, Chuu~"