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Crystaliqueeen’s Soukoku Realm Presents:
UNMISTAKEN PLEASURES
"Page 12, Section 16—" Dazai started as he slowly paused, "—Never provoke the dominant."
Chuuya is a sleep-deprived law student and a smutty fanfiction writer. One night, he feels pressured with the deadline of his papers, plus his brain is high in caffeine. Since he's fucking panicking, instead of sending his academic paper, he accidentally sent his sinful smutfic to his calmly provocative professor, Osamu Dazai. It's as shitty as it seems, but who would have thought that it was just the start of something more enticing, sinister, and tempting in Chuuya's life?
CHAPTER 5
It was cold when they both arrived at a karaoke bar. There's a free gig where people can sign up with their names and sing on the stage with other people listening as well. Chuuya gets out of the car and Dazai follows him. He gives the man a sideways, drowsy gaze.
"It won't take long."
"I don't mind. Take your time."
He grins lazily as they walk inside. There's a band performing, and on the side there are people listing their names to sing next. Chuuya, without hesitation, walks towards the corner to list his own name as well. Dazai watches him, silently waiting for things to unfold. The place is not huge but comfortable enough for people to sing properly. There are tables around the circular stage, and the instruments are also provided if deemed necessary.
They sat just in front of the stage while waiting for Chuuya's turn to sing. Chuuya leaned on his seat and crossed his arms, and Dazai remained sitting still as if he had never been in a place like this. Chuuya laughs.
"You sure you don't want to sing? It's so easy. You'd be entertained." He gulped his water to lessen his tipsiness, "You'd be entertained."
"You repeated your statement twice."
"I know." Chuuya nods and grins lazily, "I know."
"I see. You're still drunk."
Chuuya remains grinning, "I actually feel hot— not the type of hot that makes me want to shoot someone in the forehead."
Dazai's lips pressed calmly.
"I'm talking about the type of heat that makes me want to jump in the cold bathtub. Tch." Chuuya sighs, and there's a small sweat sliding on his temple. When did the place get this hot?
The music from the band stops, and the next singer walks up the stage. After this is Chuuya's turn. Amidst the darkness and noise around him, Dazai looks calm and professional in his seat. He's smiling in a meaningful manner.
"I think I can help you with that."
Chuuya's eyebrows curled in confusion, but before he could even speak, Dazai reached out his hand to get an ice cube from the bowl of cubes on their table. Chuuya watches how Dazai's fingers gently take one before their eyes meet and Dazai's glistens his lips.
"Open your mouth, Chuuya."
"The fuck?"
"Don't make me spread those lips myself."
Chuuya pauses, and now the heat increases even more with whatever shit Dazai is spitting right now. He murmurs a tsk before he opens his mouth and Dazai slowly slides the ice cube onto his lips. A jolt of cold touches his skin, and he unknowingly shivers. His body freezes. Dazai stares at him tenderly before putting the small ice cube inside his mouth. Such coldness makes Chuuya's teeth sting a little, but Dazai touches his lower lip, and the slightly melting ice gently leaks on the side of his mouth.
Dazai stares at that.
His jaw moves slowly.
He gently wiped it with his thumb and finally let go. Chuuya can still feel the coldness inside his mouth as the ice melts fully, and he finally speaks, confused as fuck, "What was that for?"
"You said you feel hot. Does it make you feel better?"
Yes. Yes, it makes him feel better, but why the fuck did Dazai make feeding him an ice cube so sexy? Is his professor teasing him? Aha...
He didn't avert his gaze, but he licked his lower lip wet as if he enjoyed the cold sensation on his mouth, "Better."
"Lovely." Dazai whispers.
The tension remains between them until Chuuya's name is called. He gave Dazai a short glance and slyly smirk before walking to the stage. Just down there, a few meters away, Dazai is watching him intently. He'd give the man a show he would never forget. Chuuya gets the electric guitar on stage and puts on the strap. He starts strumming the instrument with that confident smirk on his lips. He feels drunk and free.
"Hey, shitty Dazai. This song's for you." He whispers those words in the microphone as the music starts occupying the place.
Dazai's eyes narrowed in fascination.
The melody starts, and his fingers rapidly strum the guitar for the tempo. The people around them start cheering and vibing. He remained smirking as he sang.
"I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master. I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters. I wanna be your good boy, I wanna be your gangster. 'Cause you can be the beauty, and I could be the monster."
While his finger plays his guitar, Dazai is watching him intently. Chuuya smirks and shows his guitar skills while banging his head in the air. The light in the area is dancing as well. Everyone is partying, and he’s enjoying his time.
"I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetic. I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric. I know you're scared of me, you said I'm too eccentric. I'm crying all my tears and that's fucking pathetic."
The guitar gets louder, and the crowd gets crazier. Chuuya chuckles deeply as he continues. He keeps on singing it, disregarding everyone else. His eyes are focused on the man sitting meters away from him, staring at him like he can see through his soul. The moment feels slower as his strums get wilder. He stares back at Dazai while he whispers the lyrics.
"I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master. I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters. I wanna be your good boy, I wanna be your gangster. 'Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster."
He winks at Dazai, and his professor's jaw moves slowly.
"I wanna make you quiet, I wanna make you nervous. I wanna set you free but I'm too fucking jealous. I wanna pull your strings like you're my Telecaster." There's a beat as he stares deep into Dazai's eyes before whispering, "...And if you want to use me, I could be your puppet."
A dangerous smirk crept into Dazai's lips.
The heavy bass follows as he bangs his head on the air while strumming the guitar. The crowd is cheering wildly, while Dazai remains in his seat with a calm facial expression. But despite his composure, the tenderness in his eyes is visible.
After some moments, Chuuya finally strummed the final part, and everyone was amazed by what they just saw. He walked down the stage with a smirk on his face, and Dazai was looking at him with a small, proud smile.
"How's that, Dazai?"
Without any warning, Dazai tugged down his choker and pulled it closer. Chuuya's pauses, but his heart races with that gesture.
"Lovely."
"Hmm, yeah?"
Their lips almost touch, and Dazai looks at him before he thinly exhales.
"You sound lovely."
Chuuya grins with pride, "I know."
They stayed inside the karaoke for a few more minutes. After a while, they continue to go where they should go. Chuuya slept again in the passenger's seat, letting Dazai take him anywhere possible. Well, he needs to rest after all. He will need that, and since the ride looks like it will be longer than expected, he doesn't mind sleeping right now. He just wants to get rid of the creeping pain inside his head.
"Wake me up when we finally arrive," He mutters, closing his eyes before yawning softly, "...don't kill me while I'm asleep."
If Dazai's lips curled up into a small smile, he wasn't able to see that. He's slowly drifting into unconsciousness.
"Killing you is the last thing that I want to do," Dazai replied, "It'll never happen."
BSD's chapter 101 flashbacks start playing inside his mind, but he pushes those thoughts away when he remembers chapter 109. Don't you dare kill me, bitch; I have an uno reverse card.
Pushing the destroyed 4th wall aside, he may not admit it explicitly but he trusts Dazai to not be the type of person who will commit 138 counts of conspiracy to murder. There's no way his professor is capable of that.
Chuuya took a deep breath and silently prayed that he won't dream of drowning like in his usual nightmares.
With those, he finally drifted to sleep.
After an unknown time later, he feels a hand patting his shoulders, gently waking him up. When Chuuya opens his eyes, his head feels a little better but he's still drowsy. The car had stopped and Dazai's looking at him with a patient gaze.
"We're here, Chuuya."
Dazai's voice sounds like a lullaby and he's tempted to sleep again, but after realizing that they've already arrived, he straightens up on his seat before nodding sleepily.
"Where are we? How long have I been sleeping?"
"2 hours."
"Two fucking hours!?"
He's not surprised by the time itself, but he's shocked that the ride ended up being too long. Just where is this location?
"This place is quite secluded," Dazai stated calmly, "Come with me."
Despite the drowsiness, Chuuya followed Dazai out of the car and his jaw dropped when he saw the car parked in the middle of the deep woods. There's certainly nothing there; all he can see are trees and the shadows of the leaves contrasting with the moonlight. He looks at Dazai who's now walking towards him.
"You're not a fucking serial killer, are you?" He asked suspiciously.
They're in the middle of the woods, in an unknown place far from everyone. It's the perfect place to get murdered (though, he's sure he can defend himself well).
Dazai smiles at him, "What did I say before we got out of the car, kitten?"
Chuuya's heart clenches, "Come with you?"
"Hmmm," Dazai hums, walking closer towards him.
It's past midnight, and the place is cold. Chills start to run down his skin. Silence echoes in the place, and the captivating eyes of Dazai are fixated on him.
"We'll need to take a short walk from here. Don't worry, you're safe."
He knows he's safe but the choice of location is like that place in horror movies. You know, those types of movies where they fuck first before they get eaten literally? Yep, that kind of location. Despite that, he follows Dazai when the brunette starts walking deeper into the woods.
The dry leaves crack under their feet and the small chirps of birds become louder.
"Is this where you live?"
Dazai glances at him, "No, but this is my secret haven."
"Secret haven?" They keep on walking, "Why did you bring me here if it's supposed to be a secret?"
"You will see later." There's a mild and comforting atmosphere around Dazai, so Chuuya remained silent for a while.
That silence is immediately broken when he starts asking Dazai tons of questions about the place. Why is his secret haven in the woods? What exactly does it look like? Why does the description resemble some thriller novels? Will Dazai be alive after getting shot in the forehead?
Dazai answers all of that except for the last question to avoid spoilers. After minutes of walking, Chuuya's feet stopped as his eyes widened a little.
"Welcome to this place, kitten."
The place is a paradise.
There's a huge two-story house amidst it all. There's also a wondrous waterfall near the location, and everything is surrounded by trees, which makes it hidden in total seclusion. Chuuya's mouth parted a little.
"What the hell, it's fucking amazing."
The moonlight reflected on the water, and Dazai seemed to like his reaction as they walked towards the house. It looks warm and comforting. The lights create a more comfortable atmosphere inside, and the swish of a cold breeze makes everything feel more intimate.
Dazai opened the door, and the place inside is spacious. The floor is made up of marble, and the entire place is minimalistic in a good way. The walls look wooden due to the wallpaper, and there's a furnace in the living room. Dazai lit it to acquire more warmth.
All the drowsiness in Chuuya's system fades as his eyes explore Dazai's "secret haven". His mind is also functioning properly now. He can't believe what he's just seen.
"I come here often for tranquility," Dazai started before looking at him, "Ah. Are you hungry, Chuuya?"
"This place is not bad," He replied, smiling, "And I ain't hungry but can I have some cold water? I need to fully sober up."
"Of course." Dazai starts walking towards the kitchen and he immediately follows the man. Even the kitchen is well cleaned. Dazai seems meticulous.
His professor opened the refrigerator, and he exhaled calmly upon seeing what was inside;
"Unfortunately, I wasn't able to refill the stocks of water tonight. There's nothing inside except—"
Dazai wasn't able to finish his words since Chuuya's already peeking from his shoulders. Chuuya's so near that he can smell Dazai's fragrance. It smelled like mint and coffee; it made him secretly sniff the man more.
Chuuya laughs a little, "You don't have any water but you have these ice cream popsicles inside?"
He feels Dazai tensed up from their closure. Chuuya smirks and tiptoes a little until his lips are almost touching Dazai's ear. Hmm, he smells even nicer up close. He's returning the teasing that Dazai's been doing to him. He lets Dazai feel his warm breath.
"You don't mind me eating them, don't you, Professor?" He whispers before reaching his arms to get a single ice cream popsicle.
He saw the way Dazai's jaw moved slowly, but the man remained unmoving.
"Thank you for this food," He whispers again before slowly stepping backwards, "Dazai."
Dazai exhales slowly.
Chuuya leans on the sink as an idea appears in his mind. He can feel the tension arising inside the place, and he hates it whenever that tension makes his knees weak.
Maybe he can try reversing the situation. It's going to be dangerous but there's nothing wrong with trying, is there? His stomach is giddy with anticipation as he unwraps the popsicle. Dazai is standing a few meters from him with an impassive and calm expression.
How will Dazai react?
He gives his professor a lazy smirk before he starts tasting the popsicle's tip. Hmm, it's a vanilla-flavored one. Slowly, he softly let his lips touch the cold dessert. He let some of the popsicle melt on his lips before he parted his mouth and licked it.
He stares into Dazai's eyes as he starts doing the same motion again. This time, he slowly licks the body of the popsicle before sucking the tip. The white liquid starts to taint his lips, and he slowly licks those taints off.
Chuuya's heart starts to run wild as he sees Dazai's eyes darken in a way he can't explain. Dazai didn't move, but he's observing him thoroughly. His stares are intense, as if the brunette is deliberating every part of what he's doing.
Dazai's deep and penetrating gaze starts to burn his skin despite the cold popsicle on his lips.
Chuuya's throat runs dry. There's a dangerous air starting to surround the place— and his popsicle is melting. He licks it again with that smirk directed at Dazai.
"What do you think you're doing, Chuuya?"
Dazai asked those words calmly and his coldness only made Chuuya more anticipated with what's about to happen next.
"I'm eating." He replied innocently.
Dazai's dark eyes narrowed as they stared at him intensely, making him feel a predatory sensation around him. It made his bristiles stand up. He chuckled lowly.
Now, that's a nice reaction.
Chuuya didn't avert his gaze as he licks the popsicle sexily again while staring straight into Dazai's eyes. Its flavor lingers on his tongue. Vanilla flavor tastes good. Maybe he should buy some for the Flags as a snack for their study nights.
"Does it taste good?" Dazai asked in a deep and deliberate manner. His eyes landed on the white vanilla cream on Chuuya's lips.
"Yeah," Chuuya's also surprised by the raspiness of his own voice. Is it because of the popsicle or is it because of Dazai's gaze? "It's delicious."
"Hmm, are you sure?" Dazai whispers as he starts walking closer towards him.
Chuuya's heart immediately tightened in a slight panic since it's as if he just awakened a predator with what he did. Dazai's eyes are cold and calculative, but the danger that surrounds him is enormous. It's indeed a dangerous move, huh?
"Yeah," Chuuya mumbled breathlessly, and he froze when Dazai's already in front of him.
His professor is staring at him with an unreadable expression. He's imprisoned between the sink and Dazai. He can't escape.
"Don't move, Chuuya." Dazai mutters as his hand reaches his chin. In a gentle manner, Dazai uses his finger to tilt his chin up, "You're a naughty kitten, aren't you?" He added as he slowly leaned his face closer.
The angle and proximity of Dazai's face against him made his thoughts pause. He feels Dazai's hot breath against him. Then slowly, Dazai's thumb caressed his lower lip. It's soft and warm. It's delicate like Dazai's touching a very precious masterpiece.
Dazai's starts wiping the mess of the popsicle's cream on his lip using his thumb.
His eyes followed those careful movements, and Dazai's lips curved into a small, dangerous smile as he licked the cream on his thumb, tasting the vanilla from Chuuya's lips.
"It's indeed tasty."
Those gestures made Chuuya breathe harder. Dazai's too close that their foreheads are almost touching. He can't breathe properly; he feels suffocated and hot, but it's all in a good way. It's—
"Dazai," He whispers, staring back into the man's eyes, "...what are you doing?"
Their lips are too close but there's a contract.
Dazai thinly exhales before his eyes drop on his lips, "What am I doing?"
His voice is deep and it lingers in his veins. Dazai's fingers slowly trace his jawline, which is still tilted upward, to lock their gazes. Without saying anything, he feels Dazai's hand lowering.
It softly brushes his jaw, slowly lowering down to the skin of his neck. Dazai's touch burns— it made him unable to move. It made him shiver in anticipation. It's dangerous.
"What do you think I am doing to you, Chuuya?" Dazai whispers before his hand lands on Chuuya's wrist.
His heavy breath and a raspy voice responded, "You're fucking teasing me," he sucked for air, "Again."
"Hmmm, am I?" Dazai hums calmly, holding his hand, the one that's holding the popsicle, before lifting it.
{Check ending note for the art in this scene}
Chuuya watches as Dazai gently brings the popsicle close to his lips. Without a warning, Dazai softly licks the melting part. His tongue tenderly slides on the popsicle while his eyes are staring straight into him. His professor's lashes look beautiful as he's focused on delicately licking the dessert.
Dazai wants him to watch intently.
Chuuya stares in silence. His heart is ringing in his ears. He can't take his eyes off with the way the cream melts on Dazai's mouth— on his now glistening lips.
Fuck.
He's fucking turned on.
Dazai's eyes never left him as he took his time trailing his lips on the food.
"Page 12, Section 16—" Dazai started as he slowly paused, "—Never provoke the dominant."
Without hesitation, Dazai holds his hand up before slowly letting the ice cream popsicle touch him and melt on his skin. Chuuya's breath hitches with what Dazai did. It's cold, it's seductive.
The popsicle touches his wrist, and he doesn't know how to react. He's waiting, waiting to see what Dazai will do next. Despite the cold dessert on his wrist, he feels his system getting hotter.
"I didn't do anything to provoke you." Chuuya muttered as the cream melted on him.
Dazai exhales calmly, "Page 11, Section 14. Never lie to the dominant."
He's trying to tease Dazai but damn, he wasn't prepared for how Dazai has memorized every single part of the contract's contents.
He blinks, "I'm not fucking provoking you—"
Before he could even continue his words, Dazai leaned closer to his cream-filled wrist before pressing his lips on it. His eyes widened. Dazai's holding his hand with fondness and firmness. The man has no intention of letting it go.
Indeed, Dazai has no intention of letting him go as his professor starts licking the cream off his inner wrist with that sexy angle and strong, delicate tongue.
Dazai's lips start kissing his inner wrist teasingly. Slowly, and slowly, filled with deliberation. Chuuya can hear the small sounds that Dazai's making. His mouth is moving professionally. His heart races inside his chest.
Dazai's tongue also licks his skin, making sure to clean the melted vanilla from it.
"You're only adding fuel to the fire of your penalties, Chuuya."
Dazai whispered those as his lips continued to lick Chuuya's palm; kissing it, praising it, and worshiping it with tenderness.
"The first part of our lesson for tonight is the most important."
Chuuya bites his lower lip as Dazai looks into his eyes again before seductively licking the palm and softly sucking the skin in the middle.
It's damn tempting.
"We have to work on your obedience, kitten." Dazai mutters deeply as he brings one of Chuuya's finger inside his mouth.
Chuuya watches how Dazai never takes his eyes away from him as the brunette brings his mouth to the tip of his index finger, letting his mouth suck the tip softly before he fully puts the finger inside his mouth to fully suck it in.
"Fuck, Dazai..." Chuuya gasps silently.
If there is one thing that he must do tonight, it is to make sure that he's properly conditioning Chuuya for this curriculum. Dazai's eyes gazed over the redhead who's now staring at his movements with anticipation. The kind of attention that Chuuya's giving him is plausible.
He observes Chuuya's facial expression as his cold tongue runs along the underside of the man's finger.
Hmmm, since it's essential to condition his sub to react consistently to whatever he's about to do, he must make sure to make this session of teaching obedience worth it.
He pulls out Chuuya's finger with a slick sound before calculatingly biting the tip. He can see the way Chuuya's breath turns erratic, so he slowly bites the tip of the index finger harder.
Harder until he saw Chuuya clench his jaw in pain.
He trapped the tip of Chuuya's finger between his teeth before he bit harder, letting his teeth bury slowly into Chuuya's flesh. Chuuya pressed his lips tightly, trying to stop the sound of pain.
"Lesson number one," Dazai whispered, "The correlation of pain and disobedience."
Dazai takes a step back and sees the ice cream popsicle fully melted on the floor. There's a safe distance between them now, and Chuuya's staring at him in slight shock. Despite that, his eyes are screaming the emotions that he feels— anticipation, excitement, and nervousness.
Chuuya exhales heavily before blinking, "What the fuck just happened?"
Dazai stared at the man in an impassive manner. The softness in his eyes is gone. His eyes are replaced by a dangerous gaze. He licks his lower lip calmly.
There is silence.
The session will start now.
Dazai reaches out his hand to touch Chuuya's cheeks in a predatory manner. His submissive should be ready now. The innocence in Chuuya's eyes made his heart clench and beat faster.
"Let's go upstairs," It's not a statement but a slow command, "We'll continue this in my room, kitten."
To make things even more worthy and indulging, everything must undergo a proper 'process'. And as someone who must lead and guide his submissive into the realm of pleasures and desires, Dazai knows how vital it is to follow the curriculum that he crafted for the both of them.
It's vital to be patient. Self-control is a must. He keeps such composure as they start walking upstairs. Chuuya's following him with his eyes exploring the surroundings. Dazai knew that Chuuya's already silently fascinated with the paintings hanging on the wall. Paintings of red roses hang around and they resemble someone's hair color. They are mesmerizing, but nothing like the masterpiece from their original reference—
Dazai's eyes landed on Chuuya, who is now focused on the painting.
He would look like a masterpiece pinned to the wall.
Chuuya would look beautiful while panting heavily against him, begging, whimpering, imprisoned within his grasp, and worshiped like a treasure—
"I didn't know you like roses," Chuuya muttered as they arrived on the second floor, cutting his thoughts short. "All of them are about roses."
Dazai exhales.
Patience is a must.
"Roses are a manifestation of contrast," Dazai stated calmly as they walked on the hallway, dim and cold, "Its petals are so blinding that people tend to ignore their thorns."
When eyes get fixated on the rose itself, people forget how fatal they can get.
"My head's too heavy to talk about deep stuff, but those paintings are nice. Did you paint them yourself?"
Dazai smiles gently, "I'll leave the answer to your guess."
"Jeez, what a pain in the ass." Chuuya mumbles, "I kinda want to see 'ya paint though. You probably look hot while painting stuff."
He paused. Sometimes, Chuuya says the most random thing that makes his brain suddenly stop functioning. He looks at Chuuya who seems to not realize the weight of his statement.
"I'll let you see me paint someday." And I’ll let you be my muse.
From the looks of it, Chuuya seems like he's trying not to think deeply about the possibilities that might happen to him tonight. While observing, Dazai sees his anticipation.
"Really? That's fucking cool."
Smiling, he replied, "Indeed."
They both stopped in front of a certain room. An oakwood door flashes across their eyes and Dazai calmly pushes it open, letting Chuuya have the honor of stepping in first. Chuuya should be scared or cautious of the sudden gesture yet—
"Damn, Professor, your place's cozy as hell." The man stated in awe.
Dazai would agree that it's comfortable; he crafted it that way, but hearing those words from Chuuya's lips gives him a small satisfaction.
"It is meant to be this way—" He whispered, and he saw the way Chuuya paused from where he's standing, "Intimate."
Chuuya unknowingly chokes.
"That's," His submissive clears his throat, "Why are your choice of words full of seduction?"
Dazai didn't fight the small smile creeping on his lips. Chuuya looks lovely acting like this. Humming calmly, he starts walking closer towards the man.
"That's such an accusation."
"No, seriously." Chuuya's eyes narrowed in suspicion, "All our dialogues here are solely written to thirst the horny readers; are you enjoying it so much?"
A calm chuckle escapes from Dazai's lips.
"Are you enjoying it, Chuuya?" He muttered lowly while staring into his eyes.
Chuuya immediately averted his gaze. In his silence, Dazai received his answer. He took a step backward, creating a safe distance between them, before speaking in a dominating manner;
"There are strict rules that you, as my submissive, must follow, Chuuya, and it's more than what you think it is. You have read the contract well and agreed upon it. You are aware of the consequences that may happen to you after being disobedient. You are aware how you are not, in any way, excused from the punishment that awaits from your defiance."
There is silence.
Chuuya looks at him and from his perspective, a glimpse of innocence is visible in the man's blue eyes. Lovely.
"I know," Chuuya answers, but this time his voice is gentler than his usual response, "I acknowledge the essence of our partnership. I accept the punishment, Dazai.
Dazai's eyes turn impassive. The atmosphere inside the room became hotter, and he saw the way Chuuya's breath hitched with the intensity of his gaze.
"Section 12, paragraph 10." Dazai starts and stares into Chuuya's eyes in dominance, "We have to respect our hierarchy, don't we?"
Chuuya pressed his lips together before nodding. Dazai didn't let his eyes off him to read every little action that Chuuya would show him. Right now, his kitten knows that they are officially starting their dynamic as dom and sub. Chuuya's cooperating, and from the looks of it, he's certainly waiting for what will happen next. Chuuya may not admit it yet to himself, but he's secretly—
"I understand, Sir." Chuuya whispers in his usual raspy voice, and Dazai's eyes linger on him.
His heart skips a beat.
Sir.
Dazai remained calm while looking at his submissive intently.
Such a word made Dazai's blood boil dangerously in a silent way. Chuuya calling him "Sir," while taking him whole made his jaw tightened. The heat inside his secured room increases. Chuuya had no idea what his effect on him.
"You've been standing for a while, kitten." He murmured.
Chuuya's eyes are fixated on him. Waiting for his next words, waiting for the punishment— the man is prepared to take whatever he'll give him.
Willingly.
Just the idea of Chuuya taking anything he had prepared for him fascinates him sincerely. That being said, Dazai slowly tugged on his necktie. Chuuya watches his movement, and he sees the way Chuuya's breathing becomes erratic.
Dazai stares at the redhead emotionlessly.
"You've been standing for a while, and I'm not cruel enough to leave my guest inappropriately unattended."
"What should I do, Dazai?" Chuuya asked.
His voice is delicate and the rawness in his emotions is visible. He's always been existent. His emotions are so overflowing that by just looking at him, Dazai could read him like an open book—though something about Chuuya is special as well.
"What should you do?" Dazai repeated— his voice slow and dangerous, "It's simple, kitten."
Without any hesitation, he slowly rolls his sleeves up, letting Chuuya know that he's about to do something. Chuuya's eyes are following him, confused but with patience.
Silence.
"Kneel."
It's as if his professor's words stung, Chuuya paused as he felt his veins throb oddly. His fist clenches on his side. All the tipsiness in his system fully vanishes. The ventilation inside the room is nonexistent as it becomes harder to breathe.
Kneel.
It's just a word but it's enough to make him tremble beneath his skin.
"Right—" He whispers and takes a deep breath, "—now?"
Their eyes met, and Chuuya saw the way Dazai's emotionless eyes darkened slowly. The man is looking at him intently, ready to devour him like a silent beast.
"Section 5, paragraph 9." Dazai started before sighing gently, "We need to recall the agreement for this curriculum."
Dazai tugged on his red necktie again before pulling it, leaving him with his plain black long sleeves and bandages underneath them. That made Chuuya calm himself slowly.
"Unless you're uncomfortable with the lecture, I'm expecting your full submission."
Dazai stated those in a professional manner as if he's discussing a legal subject. While he said those, his hands were slowly straightening the tie, letting it lay on his palm.
"Tell me, Chuuya—" He paused and inhaled calmly, "—Is it really hard to obey me?"
Chuuya's breath tightened in his chest. Dazai asked those in a mild tone, but he could already sense the possible consequences that awaited him. His professor's holding the tie right now, but Chuuya feels as if he's the one caged in Dazai's grasp.
"No," He muttered, biting back the insides of his cheeks to stand firm amidst the tension, "I just need to... to ask."
Dazai's lips curved calmly but his eyes weren't smiling at all.
"Of course. That's how this curriculum should work. Ask if you need to clarify something. But don't make me lose my patience, kitten."
Chuuya's breath gets heavier. The dominance in Dazai's voice lingers down his spine. It's soothing yet dangerous. Finally, he looks down on the scarlet wool carpet before taking a breath.
"Now," Dazai's voice lowered, "...kneel."
It's as if he indulges himself in hypnotism, Chuuya slowly kneels in front of the man.
Dazai looks down on him— that type of gaze that holds silent amusement. Chuuya calms down. He's wearing his shirt and leather pants, so he can't feel the soft wool on his knees at the moment.
"While we're doing this, I'm still an educator, Chuuya. I'm teaching you. That's why, I want you to remember what you'll feel in this session."
Dazai takes a small sigh as he continues.
"You can use your knowledge of the sensations for your written work's future references."
"I understand, Dazai. I'm ready." Chuuya mutters with his heart beating wildly.
It's going to be alright.
After all, this entire curriculum is for his own sake. He needs to make his work realistic. Dazai's doing him a favor by helping him have a deeper grasp on this kind of subject.
"Good."
Chuuya shivers.
Dazai takes a step closer towards him before reaching his hands to lift his chin up, making their eyes stare into each other. Dazai's fingers feel warm on his skin, and while kneeling, Chuuya can feel Dazai's power dominating him.
"Show me your wrist."
Chuuya slowly raises both of his wrists until they label his face without hesitation. He knew better than to ask any more questions. Since it is their first session, all he can do for now is observe and see what Dazai will do.
What he will teach.
How he will make him insane.
Dazai's fingers left his chin as they gently slid on the skin of his arms, teasingly, deliberately, higher until they reached his wrist.
"Human wrists are delicate," Dazai started before he brought Chuuya's wrists together, "Unsafe restraint may cause you injury: pain, swelling, and possible laceration if it's not done properly. What you see in movies can be misleading. For now, I won't use handcuffs on you yet, kitten. Not yet. Not until I decide you're ready for such a thing."
Dazai's index finger sexily traces the skin near his pulse. How the man touched him made Chuuya feel appreciated.
"Stick your wrists together, Chuuya. I want you to behave for me."
Fuck.
Chuuya wets his lips. He wants to say something, but no words will come out of his mouth at the moment. Now he feels petrified. He did as his professor asked nonetheless, and he stares in awe as Dazai gently ties his wrists together using the necktie that he tugged from his clothing earlier. It's a crimson tie that looks expensive and shiny. Chuuya's heart flutters in anticipation as Dazai's movements are careful. He wraps the tie around the wrist meticulously while making sure that it's not too tight to cause pain and not too loose as well.
"I'll restrain you, kitten, and I promise it won't hurt you that much. Do you trust me?" Dazai whispered those words, and Chuuya melted.
The fact that he's letting Dazai tie him shows his answer.
"I would literally shove a building down a dragon's throat for you, but well, yeah, I do." Chuuya answered and he saw how Dazai tried to suppress his smile from appearing.
"Ah, you're truly amusing, Chuuya."
The knot got tighter and he pressed his lips together to remain sane.
When his wrists are fully tied, Dazai slowly lets go of them, touching the skin of his hands before taking a step backward.
"Restraint provides control and tests obedience. It goes deeper than the concept of deprivation, Chuuya." Dazai explains calmly while staring at him before he continues, "In relation to that, the concept of sensory deprivation is also useful to heighten the sensation and sensitivity that you may experience. In that case..."
Dazai starts walking behind him. Chuuya's still kneeling and tied. He feels the air inside the room grow colder and he hears Dazai doing something from behind— it's as if the man is setting some scented candles, or getting something that— oh.
Now, he can affirm the scented candles from the sudden change of aroma that increases intimacy in the air.
"...I want you to close your eyes, Chuuya."
Following Dazai's command, he slowly closes his eyes and lets himself inhale the soft aroma of lavender and vanilla in the room.
They smell nice.
Because he's too preoccupied with the smell, he didn't notice how Dazai's now behind him, and he flinched a little when Dazai whispered something near his nape, so close and seductive that his heart dropped for a millisecond.
"Don't move."
He didn't. God knows how he can't move as well. Despite the coldness inside the room, the warmth of Dazai behind him beats everything else.
Dazai's close, too close.
Then, Dazai starts slowly wrapping a blindfold around his eyes. Like earlier, Dazai's hands move with caution and softness. Now, everything's dark. He's lost in the unknown. He doesn't know what Dazai will do next, but he's aware of the possibilities.
He knows the possibilities.
Chuuya's restrained and blindfolded, so the silence around him made him shiver. He can feel Dazai's presence behind him, but—
Shit.
His body freezes for a second when he feels soft lips touching the skin of his neck, where the shorter portion of his hair is located.
Damn, what's—
"I want you to contain your movements."
Dazai whispered that in his dominating voice before his lips touched the skin beside Chuuya's choker. Chuuya's system quivers inevitably.
"You can moan, but you're not allowed to move. If you do, I'll stop. Do you understand, Chuuya?"
{Check ending note for the art in this scene}
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