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Around three months had passed since Dazai had left the Mafia following Oda’s death. Slightly less since he had reinserted himself in Chuuya’s life after he, too, had abandoned the group for his own reasons and they’d begun living together as a result of Dazai’s own insane proposal to get along, since they both intend to join the Armed Detective Agency after two years. Too much closeness, being lonely because of having to avoid standing out, and the wish for human comfort was all they had needed to admit they want to do more than look at each other from a respectful distance.
The agreement they’d reached as flatmates with bedroom benefits had been clear, though. Masturbation only, either mutual or simultaneous, with other forms of petting each other and kissing allowed as long as both parties are fine with it. No actual penetrative sex, not even up for discussion. But with both of them naked in the bath tub and even his bandages gone, holding Chuuya and Chuuya’s dick in his hands is making Dazai think things he’d told himself he wouldn’t. The good thing is the smaller redhead’s sitting between his legs, facing away from him, so he can’t see the way his expression is contorting into one of mild upset at himself for wondering how it’d feel to have Chuuya slide that dick inside him instead. It’s not going to happen. He’d die of shame at allowing the annoying shorty to see him writhe in pleasure, since he’d no doubt be smug about it.
Knowing his erection is poking the redhead’s lower back, Dazai grimaces one last time before putting on a persona of confidence as his long fingers move rhythmically under the water to stroke him, keeping his grip gentle. His left hand travels up to the same side of Chuuya’s chest until his fingers reach the nipple and, after a single second of hesitation, begins rubbing it between two of his fingers. “How is it…?” In his efforts to not be too cocky, he realises he ends up sounding even more so.
“Harder, you moron…”
Dazai lets his fingers curl a little tighter. The sound that comes out of Chuuya’s throat after that is louder, even delightful, and he can’t help but offer a small giggle at it. It seems his partner takes offence to that.
“I can headbutt you, you know…?”
He probably wouldn’t dare. Or rather, why would he want to, when he’s being fondled like this? Not wanting to fall short of the expectation that he’ll be even more annoying, Dazai nips at the tip of Chuuya’s left ear before whispering into it. “I’m aware. You’re a violent little gremlin.” He continues stroking him nonetheless, shifting his hips about a few times in almost discomfort at having further thoughts of letting his Mafia ex-partner have his way with him. “But I quite like your body, so I suppose I can abide it for now…” He isn’t going to elaborate the details on how said body is liked. Too shameful still to admit.
His brow furrows at Chuuya’s reaction at the comment. A soft gasp accompanied by his head tilting to the side, exposing the neck in what seems to be an invitation to kiss it, which he eagerly does without waiting. His lips brush the skin in a single soft kiss which he suspects is nothing like what he’d get from his flatmate. Wondering if he’s going too far by playing with the nipple so much, he lets his hand drop to the stomach to pet the firm muscles instead. He does quite enjoy them.
The next unexpected movement comes from the arm nudging his aside to get past as Chuuya reaches back to take a hold of the erection repeatedly poking him. Before Dazai can make a joke on how he doesn’t have enough muscle control to stop it, he finds himself exhaling in pleasure at the initial contact and caresses.
“Can I just… turn around…?”
Facing Chuuya. Letting him see his expression without holding anything back. Just what would the irritating little bastard say to that? Maybe taunt him with ‘oh, you’re finally being honest’. Dazai makes a face of annoyance that lasts a couple of heartbeats. He lets go of his smaller body and puts his arms to the sides to allow him to move. “Sure… be my guest.”
Chuuya barks out a short laugh, answering as he shifts about, until he’s kneeling in the tub seated back onto his feet after having made his bath partner bend his legs and spread them some to make room. It doesn’t quite put him at eye level with Dazai, but it’s certainly higher than he had been. “If anyone’s the guest here it’s you, Dazai… I’m the flat owner, aren’t I?” He smirks, his eyes half closing as he rests a hand on Dazai’s chest. “Wanna keep touching me?” His other hand moves behind Dazai’s neck. It curls around in a way that at any other point would’ve been a promise of violence, and then he moves his face closer, lips parted and tongue poking out just a small amount.
“Yeah… sure.” He doesn’t protest as his head’s pulled forward for a rough, deep kiss, his eyes closing. His tongue rubs against Chuuya’s as he moves his hand under the water to take the redhead’s erection again, making sure to apply enough pressure that it’ll satisfy this so very demanding guy. The muffled moan against his lips is proof that he’s doing something right. He whimpers himself when the hand on his chest probes around until it finds the nipple and fingers pinch at it, rolling it about a few times until the kiss ends. “That hurts a little…”
“But is… it good?” Chuuya grins, speaking between panted out breaths thanks to the continued stroking of Dazai’s fingers. The hand he has on the back of the brunet’s neck slides around to grab his chin, and he leans up from his more seated position to look down at him. “Want me… to do more…?”
Chuuya’s thumb hooks onto his lower lip, and though he doesn’t force it, Dazai can’t help it. He opens his mouth a fraction to nip down on the tip and briefly suck on it. Of course he wants more. He uses his free hand to also stroke himself, his whimpers adding to the sounds of Chuuya’s own groans. Seated like this, he can make plenty of use of his imagination to think what it’d be like to be shoved back and told to be a good boy for once. It takes him a moment to realise he’s yet to answer the question. He only notices because Chuuya arches an eyebrow while giving him an amused smirk that breaks up soon enough since he’s too occupied with moaning to his strokes. “I do… want more…” Of course, he’s not going to say what more he actually wants.
It’s a relief that he’s not asked to explain. Chuuya chooses to start caressing his torso in a rough way starting with at his shoulders, his fingers kneading the muscles under them in circles as he goes down. The speed with which he moves seems to try and resemble the one Dazai’s using to masturbate them both, and he stops near the stop of his stomach before going back up again. “Come on… Make your fingers work harder…” He moves in for another kiss. This time his hands move down, grabbing him by the already spread out knees to push them further apart until they hit the sides of the tub.
Dazai’s vaguely horrified at how he’s lowered his guard so much the gesture causes him to whine in anticipation of something that isn’t even going to happen, but either Chuuya hasn’t read that far into it or he’s simply too busy to care.
The kiss ends. Their eyes meet, Dazai’s attempt at a defiant stare faltering some in the face of the redhead’s lust-filled gaze and the sound of his moaning. It’s loud and unrestrained, much like the gravity idiot himself is, and yet it’s a sound he’s enjoying way too much. He inwardly curses at the thought of what that sound would be like if Chuuya were to have him on his back on the bed to pound him instead. If they keeps this up too much longer, he might actually make the mistake of asking whether they could alter their agreement to include actual sex in the offerings.
Chuuya would probably be insufferably smug about everything. As if on queue, his husky voice pipes up to pull him out of his ongoing thoughts.
“C’mon, Dazai… Stroke faster… you signed up for the job…”
“Shut it… dog…”
Stroking both of them to the point of climax under the water is surprisingly tiring. It is, however, also surprisingly fulfilling. Chuuya’s hands cling to his shoulders as he bows his head, his face close enough for his warm breath to brush the top of Dazai’s collarbone. The sounds and presence of his bath partner somehow help him along to come first, though not by much, and Chuuya marks the end of their first little game in the apartment by pulling him into another harsh kiss after he reaches his own orgasm, including a lower lip bite. They stare at each other with half closed eyes while regaining their breath in silence until the redhead talks after a sharp exhale.
“That was fun, but… I really should get some sleep. I got work in the morning.” Chuuya regards him with a critical look and a frown. Dazai’s worst fears of having been read don’t come to pass, though. “You should go sleep, too. You look like you’re about to drop.”
The only way Dazai would like to drop is dead, out of shame. He tries to close his legs a little more than they are and fails, seeing how there’s a whole Chuuya in the way. “Yes, yes… It’s been a long day.”
He hadn’t expected their agreement to turn out this way. Sure, he’d been wanting to cling to his Mafia ex-partner for physical purposes, and he’s more than willing to do it again after tonight, but…
He shoves the thought aside and offers a sheepish smile which Chuuya answers with a look of nothing but confusion. His secret is safe.
It’s probably just tiredness, anyway. He doubts the next time they engage in one of their stupid games of physical attraction he’ll still be craving for the gravity idiot to do him that way.