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Dazai would be expecting chocolates for White Day and there was no way Chuuya could get out of it. He’d given Chuuya chocolates almost a month ago on Valentine’s Day, so it was now up to Chuuya to deliver and give Dazai something back. It was their first White Day together as an official couple, which meant Chuuya wanted to make it a special and memorable one. He’d thought of several different ways in which he could do that, but none seemed to sit well with him.He thought he’d overload Dazai with chocolates, maybe stuff his sorry little apartment full to the brim with as many different kinds that he could find. The problem with that was it was too easy. Chuuya had money to spare, so it wasn’t like he would be put out if he splurged on a couple hundred pounds of chocolates. If Chuuya had been anyone else, the logistics of getting them into Dazai’s apartment might pose a challenge, but with For the Tainted Sorrow, it really didn’t.The second problem with that plan was that Dazai would undoubtedly expect something just as grand every year they were together after this. (And Chuuya stupidly hoped that would be for many years). If Chuuya didn’t deliver a load of chocolate every year from now on, he would never hear the end of it from Dazai. That was unacceptable.He’d thought of other little ideas such as getting a chocolate fountain and lots of different pastries to dip into it. That would be fun, but he was sure Dazai would find some terrible way to ruin it or make it less enjoyable for Chuuya. That’s just how that bandage wasting bastard was.In the end, Chuuya wanted something that would leave Dazai speechless, or at least, something that would surprise him enough that Chuuya might get to revel in the silence for a second or two. Dazai was rarely ever truly speechless.As the days went on and March 14 drew closer, Chuuya became more and more annoyed at himself for letting this trivial issue plague his thoughts. He had actual important matters to attend to, yet he constantly caught himself thinking about what he could do and envisioning all the different ways Dazai might react. Was this what Dazai did all of the time when he planned things? How tiresome.As time dwindled down and the fateful day approached, Chuuya had an idea. An idea that might actually give Dazai pause for the smallest of moments. And Chuuya would benefit from this scheme as well, in more ways that one. Suddenly, he was no longer dreading White Day, but eagerly looking forward to it. He had a lot of planning to do.***Dazai had been vaguely annoyed that Chuuya was insisting on him going to Chuuya’s fancy Executive apartment. It could only mean that he’d been planning something extravagant for White Day and it could only happen at Chuuya’s place. What a drag. Still, he headed over once he got off work, his overnight bag slung over his shoulder. He didn’t plan on sleeping over but Dazai was one to always be prepared for anything. On his walk over, he ran through all of the things Chuuya could be planning. There was only so much you could do with chocolate, but he was sure Chuuya had agonized over it. He chuckled to himself, imagining Chuuya struggling to come up with something exceptional. It was the reason Dazai had made sure to give Chuuya chocolate a month ago. He’d wanted the chibikko to have to come up with something nice. He didn’t have to, but Dazai knew Chuuya and he knew that he would.Dazai arrived and knocked on Chuuya’s door. As expected, the other whisked it open before Dazai could remove his hand from the brass knob. He’d been waiting for Dazai’s arrival.“Ah, Chuuya~ What could possibly have inspired you to have me over today? A week day evening when we’re both terribly busy.” Dazai sang as soon as he walked through the door. He removed his shoes and set his bag down before gliding into the living room. His eyes scanned over the apartment looking for anything that might give him an inkling of an idea of what Chuuya had planned for them.“Don’t play coy, Dazai. You know exactly why. You wouldn’t have it any other way.” Chuuya replied, annoyance tinting his words. “Come in here and get your chocolate, you bastard.” Chuuya walked into the kitchen and Dazai followed. He felt a bit disappointed that this was Chuuya’s grand plan. Surely he hadn’t misjudged Chuuya’s intentions. On the counter was several bars of chocolates, each tied with a red ribbon. They looked fancy and impressive, but Dazai did not feel impressed. This couldn’t be it. Chuuya was obviously hiding something else.Dazai was patient, he would wait.“Happy White Day, Dazai.” Chuuya said after a few moments of Dazai staring at the offerings on the counter. “I tried to get kinds I knew you would like.”Dazai turned to him and gave a small smile. Chuuya had thought this through, at least and he’d made an effort to make them more presentable than just regular bars of chocolate. “Thank you. I’ll add these to my collection.”“Collection?” Chuuya blinked, confused.“My chocolate collection! I want to test a suicide method I read about. Eating too much chocolate. Sounds like a messy but sweet way to go, don’t you think? Painless! My heart will stop pumping after I stuff myself full. Easy as that!” Dazai boasted. Chuuya rolled his eyes and made a small ‘tch’ noise.“Will you quit it with that dying shit? I know you don’t mean it.”“No, no, I’m totally serious, Chuuya. I just don’t have enough chocolate right now. But these will help.” He scooped one up to read the label. He was interested in the quality of it. As expected, it was a fancy, expensive brand.“If I had known that, I would have bought you the cheap shit.” Chuuya scoffed, rummaging through his fridge. He pulled out a sake he knew Dazai enjoyed and set it on the counter.“What’s this? Giving me alcohol on an empty stomach? How scandalous~” Dazai crooned, looking at the bottle. An expensive brand, but one Dazai had tried before and enjoyed.“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m making dinner.” Chuuya told him. Dazai was a little surprised by that, but not averse to it. Chuuya cooked better than him, at least. Which was to say, Chuuya cooked, period. Dazai settled onto the stool at the counter and watched as Chuuya made them both dinner.***After the incredibly delicious meal (if Chuuya said so himself), Chuuya took them into the living room and poured them each a glass of sake and wine respectively. They’d also both drank a glass during dinner as well. Despite it being White Day, Chuuya was glad to share this kind of time with Dazai. It was so different from everything they usually did together. Their lives and partnership had been soaked in blood and built on violence. Through that they’d grown to trust each other irrevocably and deeply and had still been able to find lighter moments together, even if those moments were littered with bickering and harmless arguing.Now that they’d found each other again years later and with all of the business with the Rats and Decay of Angels behind them, it was a relief and pleasant surprise that they’d been able to build a relationship separate from the lives they currently lived. It had taken them quite a lot to get to the point they found themselves at now, but Chuuya was glad for it. Dazai was still aloof and distant in many ways, but in other ways he’d let Chuuya in and their bond felt stronger because of it. Chuuya turned on his television which was already loaded to a fake fireplace, complete with the sound of crackling of wood and embers. He didn’t miss the side-eye Dazai gave him.“I should have known you’d try to set the mood with something as tacky as this.” Dazai said, sipping his glass of sake. Chuuya ignored the barb and turned up the volume so the crackling wood was more prominent.“I like to have a good ambiance after a satisfying meal.” He said by way of explanation. He knew that Dazai was waiting for more. All night he’d noticed the way Dazai was always looking at him expectantly or eyeing every nook and cranny of the kitchen as Chuuya cooked their dinner. Even now in the living room, Dazai was looking and scanning and analyzing every detail, every speck of dust.He wouldn’t find anything, Chuuya had made sure of that.“This is quite the ambiance.” Dazai said after a beat of silence. “It’s almost like you want something else.” He raised an eyebrow, giving Chuuya a knowing smile.“If I wanted you to fuck me all I have to do is ask.” Chuuya replied dryly. “You’re quite easy in that regard.” He smirked.“What can I say? Sometimes you’re irresistible.” Dazai chuckled. If he’d caught on to Chuuya’s wording, he didn’t let on that he had.Chuuya didn’t need to butter Dazai up to fuck, but he did have to get him more relaxed if he wanted Dazai to relinquish control and let Chuuya take over.Dazai been getting better at it the more they were together. Chuuya knew it wasn’t anything against him, it was just how Dazai was. He still didn’t let Chuuya see him without his bandages, despite knowing that Chuuya knew what lie beneath. Chuuya didn’t take it personally, but he did try to get Dazai to let go little by little. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to have Dazai’s complete and full trust in as many aspects of Dazai’s life that he could. Chuuya craved to be close to people and Dazai was no exception. He wanted to show Dazai that it was okay to trust and let go with him.Plus, tonight, he was going to ask Dazai something he knew Dazai might not be comfortable with at first. But Chuuya would make it worth his while if he could let go long enough to trust him with seeing a part of him, literally, that Dazai liked to hide.Their sake and wine finished, Chuuya set both of their glasses aside and pulled Dazai close to him. He reached a gloved hand out to cup Dazai’s cheek, pulling him down so he could gently press their lips together. Dazai kissed him back, wrapping an arm around Chuuya’s waist to pull him closer. Chuuya climbed onto Dazai’s lap, using his legs to bracket Dazai’s, both hands cupping his face now. He deepened their kiss, gently sliding his tongue into the other’s mouth, running his fingers through Dazai’s hair. He knew they could do this all night, breathing each other in, bodies moving in rhythm with each other. They were perfectly in sync with each other, both on and off the battlefield.Their kissing intensified, small nips and licks against each other’s lips, their breathing picking up. Dazai bucked his hips up into Chuuya and that’s when Chuuya knew it was time.“Mm, Dazai.” He murmured, pulling away slightly, just enough to allow them to speak. He pressed his forehead against Dazai’s, his fingers trailing up and down along Dazai’s sides.“Hmm?” Dazai hummed.“You’ve been waiting all night for something else, right?”“I don’t know what you mean.” He said innocently, reaching up to lock their lips once more. Chuuya allowed it before pulling back again.“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking around all night, thinking I have something else in store. For White Day, of course.” Chuuya said, a little teasingly.“Chuuya’s better at hiding things these days.” Dazai said quietly, their eyes meeting.“Or maybe you just never checked the bedroom.” Chuuya smirked. Dazai’s eyebrows shot up for a brief moment, his eyes full of surprise. He made a move to get up, but Chuuya had the advantage of being on top of him. He kept him down for a moment or two longer, kissing him again. Dazai was distracted now, causing Chuuya to stifle a small laugh. He hadn’t expected Dazai to be as surprised as this. But knowing Dazai, it might all be a farce.“So sneaky, Chuuya.” Dazai said when Chuuya finally allowed him stand up and make his way toward Chuuya’s bedroom. Chuuya followed close behind, eager to see his reaction once he saw the setup Chuuya had worked so hard on. ***Dazai knew Chuuya had planned something else, though he had to admit he was starting to wonder if and when he was going to spring it on him. This was much further into the evening than Dazai had been expecting. Still, he was feeling excited about it. He led them down the hallway, Chuuya hot on his heels, no doubt feeling proud and excited about what he’d come up with.The bedroom meant something sexual, naturally. Dazai was more than happy to play along, he had plenty of time tonight. He rounded the corner and stepped through the threshold of the room. Immediately he saw white rose petals scattered all across the bed. Cliche, but sweet.Speaking of sweet, there was a small square table set up near the foot of Chuuya’s bed. It was covered in a red silk tablecloth with several bowls set along it. There were other utensils and toys set on the table too. Chuuya was next to him now, a wide smile spread across his face.“Pretty impressed with yourself, huh?” Dazai asked, glancing at him. “What do we have here?” He started to walk up to get a better look at what Chuuya had laid out. He felt a sharp tug on his arm, pulling him back.“Ah, ah. It’s a surprise.” Chuuya said, pushing Dazai onto the bed. Dazai frowned up at Chuuya.“How can I know what you want me to do if I don’t know what I’m playing with?” Dazai asked, not exactly thrilled about the implication Chuuya was making.“I’m going to do it to you.” Chuuya told him, though his voice softened a little bit. This wasn’t something Dazai wanted to hear, though he couldn’t say he was completely surprised by it.“Chuuya…” Dazai said quietly, feeling apprehensive. They’d done this before, in terms of Dazai giving some control to Chuuya during times like this. But even then Dazai had been the one on top, having more control than if they were flipped. He knew what Chuuya was asking of him this time, though.“You’ll be safe. You can trust me.” Chuuya assured him, gently brushing his thumb along Dazai’s cheek. “If you ever want me to stop, I will.”Dazai nodded slowly. He did want this. He wanted to be able to give himself fully to Chuuya because he trusted him. He believed Chuuya would make him feel safe and secure and wouldn’t hurt him. Still, the concept of it all was a little overwhelming. He’d spent his whole life building walls and fortifying himself and his emotions against others. And little by little, Chuuya was wearing those walls down.“Alright.” Dazai swallowed. He’d do it, or at least try, for Chuuya’s sake. He had no doubts he would enjoy himself if he just let himself let go. Chuuya bent down to place a gentle, chaste kiss against Dazai’s lips. “Thank you.” He murmured before standing upright, turning to the table. Dazai watched as he took off his gloves and looked over the contents he’d arranged for them.The shock and surprise having worn off, Dazai realized the room smelled faintly of chocolate. The overpowering smell of vanilla and cinnamon coming from the dark burgundy candles burning around the room had hidden it at first, but now that Dazai was focusing on it, it was undeniable. He was intrigued.“Shirt off. Pants off.” Chuuya instructed, turning back around to face Dazai once more. Dazai obeyed, pulling off his shirt, not breaking eye contact with Chuuya, a small smile on his lips.“So bossy.” He remarked, undoing the buttons and zipper of his pants before freeing himself of them. He watched Chuuya’s eyes rove over his now exposed body. He felt goosebumps rise under Chuuya’s hungry stare, the chill of the air on his skin.“How do you feel about taking off some of your bandages.” Chuuya asked next, concern in his eyes. Dazai stiffened at the question.“Which ones?”“Your chest.” Chuuya replied. Dazai was a little relieved he hadn’t asked for his arms to be revealed. He didn’t think he was ready for that. Even this felt like a lot, but it was something he was more open to doing, especially if his hunch about what Chuuya had in store was correct.“It’s your lucky day.” Dazai said with a small grin. His chest wasn’t completely covered in bandages as it was, so it really wasn’t such a leap for him to remove them totally. He carefully unwrapped them, setting them off to the side. Feeling generous, he also unwrapped the bandages around his neck. Chuuya’s eyes widened at the gesture before he turned back to the table and picked up a small bottle.“Lie back.” He said softly, crawling onto the bed, gently pushing Dazai so he was flat on his back. He popped open the cap of the tube and squeezed some out onto Dazai’s chest. At first, Dazai was going to protest that he was pouring cold lube directly onto him like this when he realized that it wasn’t cold at all. It was warm.Chuuya set the bottle aside before starting to massage the warm oil into Dazai’s skin. His slender fingers expertly moved in slow, purposeful strokes. Dazai closed his eyes and sighed contentedly as the oil warmed even more as Chuuya continued to rub it across Dazai’s chest. It felt really good and helped to relax him. He felt Chuuya add more oil further down, onto his stomach. He continued to massage it over the faint lines of not-quite-so-defined abs Dazai had. If he didn’t know just how much more Chuuya had in store, he would probably let himself fall asleep like this.But he knew Chuuya wouldn’t allow that and he didn’t see himself minding.Chuuya teased him by brushing along his groin over his boxers every now and then. Dazai wanted more of that feeling. Instead he was treated to the sight of Chuuya slowly taking off his own shirt over his head, his muscles rippling with the motion. Dazai licked his lips. Something about Chuuya shirtless and still in his jeans was incredibly hot and left Dazai wanting to slam him against the wall and do so many things to him.He was pulled from his less than savory thoughts when he saw Chuuya was holding a black velvet blindfold in one of his hands. Once again Dazai stiffened. This was something he didn’t think he was ready for. Sensing his discomfort, Chuuya gave a small nod and set it back down on the table. He knew it was asking a lot of Dazai in the first place, but it didn’t hurt to try.“Maybe next time.” Chuuya winked at him, then stirred whatever was in one of the bowls on the table. Dazai was grateful Chuuya had been so understanding and not insistent on using the blindfold on Dazai right now. He didn’t think he could comfortably handle giving up control of his body as well as his sight all at once, despite how much he trusted Chuuya.Chuuya was back on top of him in the next moment, pressing their chests together, their lips colliding. Chuuya kissed him with an intensity they hadn’t yet tapped into tonight. It thrilled Dazai and sent sparks of electricity coursing through him. Chuuya kissed Dazai like a man starved, pressing against him harder, kissing him deeper. Chuuya tasted like the red wine he’d just indulged in. Dazai wrapped his arms around Chuuya and raked his nails down his back, pulling a moan from Chuuya. Dazai wanted to hear that again and again.Instead, Chuuya pulled away, leaving Dazai breathless and panting. Chuuya propped himself up onto his knees and reached over to the table, picking up one of the bowls. He stirred it again and lifted a chocolate covered spoon out of it.“It should be cooled by now.” Chuuya said with a devilish smirk. Dazai’s stomach flipped at that, suddenly excited by what Chuuya had in store for him. “Why don’t you test it for me.” Chuuya dipped a finger into the runny chocolate, holding it just in front of Dazai’s mouth.Dazai wrapped his lips around Chuuya’s finger and licked all of the chocolate off. It was a sweet, dark chocolate and it was indeed cooled just enough that it didn’t burn his tongue. He sucked on Chuuya’s finger a little longer than necessary before finally letting go.“Delicious.” He said, giving Chuuya a smoldering look. He could see Chuuya was affected by the little display Dazai had just put on. Dazai licked his lips for full effect.Chuuya, showing off the self-control of a saint, set the bowl down and picked up a towel which Dazai hadn’t seen off to the side of the bed. He gasped when Chuuya pressed it against his chest to wipe away the warm massage oil from earlier. The towel was ice cold. Chuuya wiped away the oil in long, slow strokes, pulling completely away from Dazai’s skin before coming back to press again firmly with the freezing towel. Once his chest was clean, Chuuya got rid of the towel and picked up the bowl of chocolate again. Dazai saw that Chuuya had set it on a warmer.This time Chuuya lifted the spoon out of the chocolate and held it above Dazai’s chest, letting it drizzle onto him. It was hot but wasn’t enough to burn him. It left a warm, tingling sensation in its wake as Chuuya kept the drizzles light and constantly moving across Dazai’s skin. The warmth was such a drastic change from the cold towel just moments before.Chuuya kept things interesting, never stopping on one thing too long. He turned back to his small table and picked up another bowl, this one was full of red, plump strawberries. He picked one up and dragged it along the pool of chocolate collected across Dazai’s chest and stomach. The fruit had been chilled and Dazai didn’t fail to feel that detail. He watched as Chuuya slowly and very seductively took a bite of the now chocolate covered strawberry. He sucked in a breath as the juices shamelessly ran down Chuuya’s mouth and chin. Chuuya licked a spot of chocolate from the corner of his mouth and smiled at Dazai. He took another bite, finishing the strawberry before bending down so he was hovering just above Dazai. Dazai watched him closely, aching for Chuuya’s touch. They were so close.He gasped when Chuuya licked a stripe up his abdomen, lapping up the remaining chocolate. Chuuya made several more passes with his tongue, slowly and meticulously cleaning Dazai up. Dazai imagined all of the ways he knew Chuuya could use his tongue beyond this. Chuuya was just as good with his mouth as Dazai was.Some chocolate remained, so Chuuya picked up another strawberry and ran it across Dazai’s chest once more. This time, he put the top of the strawberry in between his teeth and bent even lower so he could angle the chocolate covered tip above Dazai’s mouth. Dazai didn’t need to be told what to do next. He opened his mouth and let Chuuya lower it just enough so Dazai could take a bite from the chocolate end. It tasted delicious and he moaned softly as he swallowed, just to mess with Chuuya a little. Chuuya couldn’t have all of the fun.“Chuuya.” Dazai whispered, wanting more. He wanted Chuuya. He arched his hips up towards him as a sign. Chuuya smirked down at him. “Not just yet.” He said, pulling out a bottle of whipped cream. Dazai couldn’t help the small groan that escaped his lips. This was going to be excruciatingly wonderful.Chuuya took the towel from before and used it to quickly wipe up the streaks of leftover chocolate before shaking the pressurized bottle in his hand. He flicked off the cap and squeezed the smallest amount of cream onto Dazai’s hard nipples. His cock twitched in his boxers. Chuuya was really dragging this out in all of the best ways.He added more cream to each nipple before setting the bottle out of sight, then he bent over Dazai once more, kissing up from his navel until he reached one of the creamy swirls. His tongue licked the tip off one before Chuuya swallowed down the rest of the whipped cream all in one go, his lips coming to suck around Dazai’s small nub. Dazai hissed at the sensation, letting his head fall back against the bed.“Chuuya, Chuuya.. more.” He breathed, hoping it would spur Chuuya on. He wasn’t sure if it did, but Chuuya moved to Dazai’s other nipple, this time taking his time to clean the whipped cream around it. As he did, he ran his thumb over Dazai’s now clean, swollen nub. He pinched it in between two of his fingers as his teeth gently bit down on its partner. Dazai cried out, the pain and pleasure mingling and dancing together through his veins.The teasing seemed to be endless. By now, Dazai felt like a mess, but he didn’t want to show Chuuya just how desperate he was for him. Chuuya slid down his boxers, finally, releasing Dazai’s aching arousal. Chuuya smiled, pleased with the sight. Dazai’s fingers gripped the sheets, wishing so badly for Chuuya to touch him.Instead, Chuuya brought the whipped cream bottle back into sight and smiled mercilessly down at Dazai. Dazai watched his every move with bated breath. He shook the canister before squeezing out a delicate swirl of whipped cream on the tip of Dazai’s cock. Dazai let out a groan, one that was mixed with desire and frustration. Chuuya was slow and deliberate with his actions, something Dazai was painfully aware of. He bent down and carefully licked just the very tip of the white, creamy mound, his tongue not touching any part of Dazai.Chuuya hummed as he tasted the rich, fluffy whipped cream, licking his lips, his eyes meeting Dazai’s. He was being entirely unfair right now and he knew it.“Chuuya, please.” Dazai breathed, pushed as far to the edge as he could go. He needed to feel those lips wrapped around him, needed to feel Chuuya’s warm mouth take his cock as deep as he could. The thought of that alone was almost too much. Chuuya’s smirk only grew when he heard Dazai’s pleas.“Patience, Dazai.” He cooed, adding more height to the whipped cream with another squeeze of the bottle. Again he swirled a small bit into his mouth, still not touching any part of Dazai. He didn’t pull back fully this time, though. Instead, he licked more of the cream before finally wrapping his lips around the tip of Dazai’s cock, sucking on the head, swallowing the cream. Dazai was already feeling oversensitized and the feeling of Chuuya finally giving him some of the touch he craved made him gasp loudly, his hips bucking up into Chuuya’s mouth.Chuuya placed both of his hands on Dazai’s thighs and held him down that way, starting to bob back and forth along his length. Dazai wanted desperately to fuck up into Chuuya’s mouth, willing himself not to fight back and push against Chuuya’s hands on his thighs. He instead focused on the feeling of Chuuya taking him deeper and deeper with each glorious bob of his head. Chuuya pulled away suddenly with a loud pop, causing Dazai to moan at the loss. This was torturous, though he couldn’t deny it was the best kind of torture. Chuuya was back a moment later, this time with a bottle of lube already beginning to liberally slick up a glass dildo Dazai didn’t know Chuuya owned. His eyes widened and his heartbeat sped up, knowing it was meant for him. He was excited all over again.Chuuya coaxed Dazai’s legs open and carefully slid the toy up against Dazai’s entrance. He lightly circled it around, letting Dazai realize that the toy was also warmed, both itself and thanks to the warming lube Chuuya had coated it with. Dazai was almost quivering with anticipation. “Please, Chuuya.” Dazai said quietly, moving his hips in hopes of making contact with it.“You want it that badly, hm Dazai?” Chuuya asked. He was enjoying this far too much. Dazai nodded, arching his hips, moaning softly. Chuuya was pleased with that and acquiesced, slowly sliding the dildo inside Dazai.Dazai couldn’t help the lewd noise that escaped his lips when he felt the toy inside of him. It was warm and was already filling him up so wonderfully. After all of Chuuya’s relentless teasing, this felt fucking incredible. He couldn’t help the movements he made, trying to time his hips with Chuuya’s rhythm.Meanwhile, Chuuya was adjusting his position, switching which hand he used to pump the dildo into Dazai so he could more easily take Dazai’s cock back into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around Dazai’s arousal, swirling his tongue along the tip, pressing it against the sensitive slit, licking up the precome that beaded out. Dazai shook beneath him.Despite the pleasure rolling through his body, Dazai didn’t fail to notice Chuuya was avoiding hitting his prostate with the glass toy. He wasn’t being as merciful as Dazai had originally thought. The second it did though, Dazai knew he was a goner. He wouldn’t be able to last long against that feeling once he was finally given it. Not with the way Chuuya had tantalized his senses this thoroughly and made him wait this long for any kind of relief.Chuuya bobbed his head faster and deeper, his hand pushing the dildo in and out of Dazai more quickly now that he’d had time to adjust to its girth. His prostate hadn’t even been hit yet and Dazai felt himself drawing close to climax. He moaned, his hips bucking up again. Sensing that Dazai was close to the edge, Chuuya pushed the toy up into that sweet, sensitive spot inside Dazai while at the same time he bobbed his head once, twice, then pulled off of him.Dazai had been so close. He writhed underneath Chuuya, his cock looking for friction of any sort, his budding orgasm quickly dashed. He was panting and gasping for breath, his eyes pleading with Chuuya to let him come.“You’ll come on my cock or not at all.” Chuuya told him, pulling the toy out gently. Fuck, it was hot when Chuuya talked to him like that. Chuuya slicked himself and then pulled a condom on, rolling it down his length. Dazai blinked, surprised. They didn’t normally wear those.Chuuya noticed Dazai’s confusion and grinned mischievously. “You’ll see.” He lifted Dazai’s legs up and hooked them over his shoulders so he would have the perfect angle to push in as deeply as he could. Dazai held his breath, waiting for Chuuya to line himself up with his entrance, sucking in sharply when he felt Chuuya push past his rim, slowly.“Chuuya.” Dazai breathed as Chuuya pressed in further.“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Chuuya asked in one of his most teasing voices. Dazai could only nod, lost to his pleasure, as Chuuya pulled back before pounding back into Dazai. “Still so tight for me, just how I like you.” Chuuya said.Dazai was enjoying himself much more than he thought he would given his, quite literal, position. Chuuya was in control, calling the shots, setting the pace. It thrilled Dazai in a way that was different to any other feeling. Then suddenly, the most mind-numbingly incredible sensation flooded his senses. He gasped, his eyes shooting open. Chuuya must have been feeling it too, though he didn’t looked as surprised as Dazai.“F-fuck, Chuuya!” Dazai ground out, his breath catching as he dug his nails harshly into Chuuya’s skin.“Now you know why I’m wearing it.” Chuuya smirked, pumping in and out of Dazai faster. “Feels so good, hm?”Dazai realized now that it must be something with the condom Chuuya had put on. He didn’t know and he didn’t find himself caring, either. It felt fantastic. A mix of icy cool sensations mixed with a pleasant heat to cause the most euphoric tingling Dazai had ever felt. He’d been close to the edge before, but now it was only a matter of seconds before he’d lose himself to the feeling.Dazai arched his hips, craving for even more friction as Chuuya pistoned into Dazai, slamming against his prostate again and again. He desperately wanted to come. Ever in tune with Dazai’s mind and body, Chuuya wrapped a hand around Dazai’s pulsing cock and quickly pumped up and down, coaxing him closer and closer.“You’re--fucking beautiful like this.” Chuuya managed to say, on the edge of losing himself as well. His movements were becoming erratic as he moaned, chasing his own orgasm. Dazai loved when Chuuya made those noises for him, because of him. He wanted more of it but he was overtaken by his own pleasure.He cried out Chuuya’s name as the warmth coiled inside of him burst free, ribbons of white coating his stomach and Chuuya’s hand. His body shook and shuddered as waves of pleasure wracked through him completely. A few more thrusts and Chuuya was spilling inside of him, his arms shaking as he tried to hold himself up.Dazai was breathing hard, gasping for breath as he came down from his high, riding out his climax as long as he could. He’d never felt anything like that before. Chuuya was always showing him and teaching him new things. It was something he admired about Chuuya.Chuuya pulled out of Dazai and carefully rolled onto the bed beside Dazai, catching his breath. Dazai glanced over at him before bringing Chuuya’s hand to his mouth, sucking slowly on each, sticky finger, tasting himself.“Bastard.” Chuuya growled lowly next to him. Dazai shot him a smirk as he continued to lavish each and every one of Chuuya’s coated fingers with his tongue.“Your turn.” Dazai beamed when he had finished.Chuuya stared at him. “I am not licking that off your stomach.” He made to stand. “I’ll clean you like a normal person, with a washcloth.” He pushed himself off of the bed and walked towards his bathroom.“Suit yourself.” Dazai said smugly. ***Chuuya made quick work of discarding the condom in the bathroom, washing his hands completely before dampening a towel to clean Dazai with. His legs were shaky as he made his way back to the bed. He sat down next to Dazai and gently began to clean his stomach and chest of the already drying come and any leftover whipped cream. When he’d finished, he leaned in close and pressed a kiss to Dazai’s lips.“Mm, you taste like strawberries.” Dazai hummed when they parted.“And you taste like yourself.” Chuuya smirked, licking his lips. He kissed him again, parting Dazai’s lips with his tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of this. Of having Dazai to himself like this in these rare moments together, of kissing him over and over again, of having him come apart piece by piece, another layer his former partner shedding away, just for him.He gently and dotingly moved the wet cloth in between Dazai’s legs to clean him there as well, kissing him while he did. He felt Dazai move a hand into Chuuya’s hair, running his fingers through his tangled locks. He shivered at the touch, deepening their kiss for a moment longer.“Happy White Day, Dazai.” Chuuya murmured once they broke apart again. Dazai smiled warmly.“I hope you can top this next year~” He teased.Chuuya’s protests were swallowed down as Dazai kissed him once more.