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Osamu Dazai was, admittedly, a little shit.
He’d visited Chuuya today, much to the mafia executive’s dismay. They weren’t exactly friends, considering they were on opposite sides of the law technically, but they were friendly. And Dazai thrived on pissing off Chuuya.
But now, lying in bed, Dazai stared at his computer screen. He found himself on that site again. His cursor hovered over a particular account: drksorrow29. The profile picture, although dark, consisted of a hat next to a bottle of booze. No face, no skin, nothing. It was simple, fairly anonymous, and so like Chuuya.
His eyes darted to the clock as he ran over to his door, locking it. A ping! sounded off from his laptop, and Dazai jumped onto the bed, pulling his laptop into his lap. The notification in the corner was the one he’d been waiting for: drksorrow29 has gone live! Join?
Dazai clicked ‘Yes’ without a second’s hesitation.
On the screen now sat a man in a clean, crisp suit. Just one bottle of booze sat on the very edge of the camera’s view. A mask covered the lower half of his face, and a hat’s brim pulled over his eyes. His face was flushed, and the man’s right-parted orange hair fell between his eyes. A sigh escaped his lips as Dazai grabbed his headphones, plugging them in before looking down at the screen.
“...said I’m not stripping yet, you fucked up horn dogs.” Chuuya’s voice cut through. His words were slurring a little bit. Which meant he’d at least had a glass or so. The man’s eyes darted to the chat as users joined. His eyes narrowed. “...I’ll do it soon, though.”
Dazai grinned. He let out a sigh and shook his head. “Oh, Chuuya…” he pushed off his sweatpants. He knew Chuuya probably saw that ‘nolongerdaz_ joined the stream!’ message in his chat. Donors always got special joining messages, and Dazai spent a good amount of money on these streams. On Chuuya.
Chuuya watched the chat stream by, pouring himself another glass. He readjusted his hat when he put the bottle down. “Jeez, you’re all demanding. I’m only doing one fairly short stream today. I got work.”
Work. Mafia work. Dazai laughed. Chuuya was such a good liar..
nolongerdaz_: lolololol u have work but ur drinking u lightweight bad boy u
Dazai could imagine Chuuya’s lip curling as Dazai’s message popped up in chat. He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. “Tch. I’ll be fine. I’m high ranking enough, and I’m good at my job.” His voice was holding back that Dazai-special frustration.
The stream continued idly for about five minutes, with Chuuya’s muffled voice occasionally answering questions or giving fake life updates. Dazai continued to send messages in the chat, which only made Chuuya drink more.
By the time Chuuya’s cup emptied, his face was properly flushed red. His eyes were half lidded as he grunted and tried to sit up. “Alright…” his voice slurred almost to the point of being unrecognizable. “You… sick freaks wanna see me get naked and fuck myself already, right?” he grumbled.
Dazai’s breath hitched as Chuuya lifted his hands to unbutton his shirt. “Lotsa requests today. But, to be honest,” the camboy continued under his breath while pulling off the shirt, “I’m fairly pissed off. I had a real shitty day. So I’m gonna destress the way I know best.”
He leaned off his bed, then came back into view of the camera holding a box of sex toys. Chuuya shook up the box and set it down in front of him. “I’ll use… two, at least.” He reached into the box as the chat lit up, donations pouring in with haste. He readjusted the camera so his face was mostly out of frame.
Out of the box came two items: a dildo and a chastity cage. Chuuya sighed, pushing his pants and boxers off. He took the cold material into his hand and guided his hardening cock into the cage. He let out a breath, expression softening as he slid the cage over his dick. His tip pressed into the metal as he reached into the box, taking out a small lock.
Dazai glanced at his own lap. His boxers were fighting for their life, and he could care less right now. He moved his hand to palm himself through his boxers with a sigh. “...shit…”
“Here’s how we’ll do this…” Chuuya mumbled as he pushed himself onto his knees. He nearly tumbled before catching himself and turning around. He rolled his hips in a circle in front of the camera to show off his ass. He grunted as his elbows landed on the bed and he spread his legs.
Chuuya tapped the red dildo against the mask covering his mouth. “I’m gonna fuck myself with Gravity here, and when I get close,” he whispered as he ran the dildo against his ass, “I’ll wait for the chat to let me use the key.”
He reached over to the nightstand, setting the key down. Then Chuuya angled himself in the view of the camera, giving the viewers a close up of the dildo pushing into him with surprising ease. The man let out a yelp as his back arched.
Dazai bit his lip. Did Chuuya finger himself beforehand? His gaze flickered to the chat. Sure enough, they shared his suspicions. The little bit of lube that was just barely visible on Chuuya’s ass probably gave it away, too.
With a grunt as he fully pushed the toy inside, Chuuya rolled onto his back to properly fuck himself. He pumped the dildo in and out as he panted and moaned under the mask. “Fuck… oh God…” he whimpered, laughing.
Whenever Chuuya streamed, the chat knew what to expect: unless it was for a special occasion, they went ignored. Longtime fans—Dazai included—knew that was because of a stream where he skimmed the chat and got soft from reading a message involving a kink he didn’t like. So instead of banning it, he just started to ignore the chat.
Dazai reached into his boxers, panting heavily as Chuuya’s free hand went to pinch and rub one of his nipples. He started to stroke himself as he watched the hat atop the streamer’s orange hair fall off. He ground his teeth as he watched.
“Hey.” He grabbed the camera, setting it onto the bed so the viewers got more of a side profile. Chuuya lifted his legs so his knees were closer to his head. It gave the camera a clearer view of the dildo pounding him. He laughed softly. “You freaks enjoying the show? I never get drunk on livestream, so those donations better be pouring in.”
Dazai’s hand tightened on his cock as he stroked hard and fast. He managed to pull it away for just a moment. A few clicks later, and a message dinged through the website.
nolongerdaz_ donated 10,000 points!
Chuuya let out a gasp, upper body jerking up at the audio notification. “J- Jeez, Daz…” he groaned out. Chuuya shuddered in his bed. He looked up at the screen, as though to confirm it was real. Sure enough, it was real.
Dazai, meanwhile, went back to jerking himself off. Truth be told, he got a little more turned on at the concept of the real Chuuya slipping out. His pouty, angry expression as he noticed Dazai donating. The way his eyes probably twitched at the concept of receiving money from Dazai. And he could’ve sworn he saw Chuuya’s cock jump just a little bit when Dazai’s username was said.
His mind wandered as he watched Chuuya fuck himself. The incredible image of Dazai bending Chuuya over, biting on his earlobe as the other man gasped clouded his mind. Chuuya grinding back against him while murmuring something about killing Dazai. Those angry murmurings turn into moans with time.
Laughter escaped Dazai’s lips as he kept stroking himself. Chuuya had fucked him too. But watching Chuuya literally fuck himself even more drunk than he already was? That was a sight to behold. He slowed down his hand with a pained groan. “Hurry up, Chuuya… you big tease…”
Almost like Chuuya heard him, he sat up and clicked away at a phone. After a second, the poll popped up in the corner of the stream: SORROW’S CAGE OFF?
An outpour of ‘Yes’ votes rolled in. Dazai wasn’t one of them, just kept watching Chuuya himself as the man’s face, out of frame, watched the poll. “Jeez, I knew it’d be skewed, but you’re all that worked up already?”
Chuuya’s arm stretched out. He was shaking hard. His fingers closed around the key and brought it over to his cock. Both hands went to try and unlock the cage, which proved to be quite a struggle for the streamer.
“S- Shit, come on…” he whimpered, catching the key as he almost dropped it again. Chuuya’s eyes narrowed. He was drunk and horny, so his coordination was off. The Chuuya Dazai knew wouldn't let himself be caught dead struggling this much from a key. But, finally, he managed to unlock the cage and threw it to the side.
Dazai’s hand picked up the pace as Chuuya used one hand to fuck himself and the other to stroke himself. Both men were panting heavily, chests rising and falling in sync, unbeknownst to the both of them. Dazai twitched. “Chuu…ya…” he whispered, headphones askew as he listened to Chuuya’s moans fill his ears.
With a grunt, Dazai came, whole body shaking as ropes of cum began to cover his screen and keyboard. He let out a sigh, falling back onto his pillows and watching Chuuya for the last few moments of his stream.
Chuuya looked just as close, back arching as he probably bit his lip. Dazai could only assume the silence was from Chuuya muffling himself from behind the mask. A sound of pleasure left the streamer’s lips as he pulled the dildo out. His cum landed on his stomach in a steady stream.
“...’kay. End of the stream.” Chuuya sat up after a few moments, readjusting his hat. “See ya, freaks.”
The stream ended.
Dazai sighed, grabbing some tissue and beginning to wipe down his screen and computer. “Dammit… I didn’t mean to get it on my keyboard! Kunikida is gonna kill me!” he whined childishly as he scrubbed away. Kunikida would, at most, just be disappointed.
His phone buzzed.
Pausing, Dazai turned around. He went to pick up the phone and opened his messages.
slug: Hey, you still got some energy in you, bastard?
Dazai grinned.
bastard mackerel (me): i have all the energy in the whole wide wurld just 4 u, chuuuuuyaaaaaaa! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
slug: Then get your ass over here.
Dazai shut his computer, grabbed his shoes, and typed one last message before heading out the door.
bastard mackerel (me): be there asap!!