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Chuuya’s front is pressed to Dazai’s back, his strong legs draped over Dazai’s, locking them in place, so there's no chance of him being able to close them. One hand is twisting and pulling at one of his nipples, one of the few areas not covered in gauze, and one has his cock in a tight grip, working it up and down with flicks of his wrist.
Dazai is so sensitive. Having wrapped himself in bandages since he was barely more than a child, rarely touching himself let alone allowing someone else to do it – until Chuuya came along, crashing through all of his carefully built walls like a tornado.
Chuuya never cared about his bandages, or what was hidden beneath. Of course he's the first person Dazai would trust his body to.
Tonight Chuuya is draped across his back, sitting on a pillow so that he can see over Dazai’s shoulder. He's using the cum from his first orgasm for extra lube, and he can't look away from the sight of it.
It's unfair, how well Chuuya knows how to play his body.
“Close again,” Dazai moans, as if Chuuya needs to be told with the way Dazai’s cock is twitching in his hand. Just seconds later, more cum spurts from the tip, mostly caught by Chuuya’s hand to be used as even more lube.
This orgasm hits harder than the first – Dazai’s vision whiting out for a second as his hips try to thrust up into the ring of Chuuya’s hand. He doesn't have to worry because Chuuya keeps going without pause anyway.
“How many was that?” Chuuya asks.
“Two,” Dazai manages to stutter out.
“Only three to go,” Chuuya says with a light chuckle that Dazai can feel against his back.
Letting Chuuya find out that he had almost no refractory period was a mistake that he didn't realize was a mistake at the time. Chuuya held onto the information for months, his hat unfortunately not eating that part of his brain, until he won a bet and used it for his reward.
Chuuya sucks a mark just below his ear, traces the shell of his ear with little nibbles. Then he lowers his lips below the line the bandages normally cover and bites.
Without warning, Dazai’s body writhes as he comes again. It feels like heaven for just a few seconds until the overstimulation sets in. His dick feels so uncomfortable from the constant touch – his cum dribbles out slowly, not nearly as satisfying as the first two. He cries out, not sure if he wants the feeling to stop or continue forever.
“Three,” Dazai mumbles, once his mind clears enough for him to think. He's not even sure if Chuuya asked but he remembers being told he had to keep count, although he doesn't remember why.
He remembers being told to count, to keep his hands on Chuuya’s thighs, to stay still. He can remember those instructions, words he repeated back obediently, if nothing else.
Chuuya’s hand doesn't stop but his grip loosens a little, giving him a tiny bit of respite. He can feel his cock trying to go soft but Chuuya won't let it, spreading the small amount of cum around and using his free hand to reach down and fondle his balls instead.
Dazai stays hard, despite his body's efforts. He may be able to come without breaks but he's never tried to see how many times he can do it in a row. Why would he? It seems a pointless endeavor, but Chuuya was adamant that it was useful information.
Chuuya keeps stroking him, keeps groping at his balls in a way that he never thought would have such a strong effect on him. He licks clean the beads of blood dripping from the bite, sucking on the skin around it to leave what Dazai can already tell will be a dark mark, one that will last.
He's aware that he's making sounds – moans, groans, slurs of words that might include Chuuya’s name – but he isn't sure how to trap them back inside his mouth. He feels completely mindless, just a conduit for pleasure.
His fourth orgasm washes over him slowly, his body nearly melting back into Chuuya’s as his mind goes completely blank. He can feel, distantly, that it hurts, but he's so lost in the contentment, the relaxation of his muscles, that it seems inconsequential.
“Good boy,” Chuuya murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “How many was that?”
It takes Dazai a second to dig around in his memory. “Four.”
“You're almost done.” Chuuya says it soothingly but Dazai isn't sure if he ever wants this floaty feeling to end.
Chuuya is still touching him – stroking his cock with one hand, the other brushing up and down his torso, from his bandaged abs to his bare chest. It circles Dazai’s neck, putting just the tiniest bit of pressure against the arteries on the sides. Dazai moans, pressing his throat forward into Chuuya’s palm.
Squeezing harder in return, Chuuya starts to jerk him off faster, obviously remembering how fast Dazai can get off on it. He releases his grip, letting Dazai take in one big gasp of air, before gripping tightly again. It's enough to make Dazai come – his entire body shakes as he's forced back into his mind by the ache radiating from his cock. No cum even comes out as his cock twitches and bounces, the feeling foreign and painful.
Part of him revels in the pain, his mind confusing it for an extension of his pleasure, blending the two together into an intoxicating mix.
Lost in the overwhelming intensity, tears well up in his eyes from the confusion of it all, running down his face in earnest.
Chuuya wipes at his eyes, trying to brush the tears away, but more keep coming. Finally, after a minute or so, Dazai’s emotions settle. He can think again, barely. He shakes his head, straightens himself up, even as part of his mind is still lost in that deep, distant place.
“How many was that?” Chuuya prompts. His voice is gently teasing and his hand has left Dazai's cock altogether, but Dazai still can't think.
“Uh,” Dazai stutters intelligently. He can feel the shake of Chuuya’s silent laughter against his back.
“You know what that means, right?”
Dazai doesn't know anything. The blank space where his memory should be scares him. He feels like his brain was forced out of him through his dick.
“It means I’ll give you a few minutes and then we start all over again.”