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Chuuya slammed his penthouse door shut as soon as he got home from work. He was sick of the late nights at his office in the port mafia, speaking of, he glanced at the clock above his kitchen sink. 11:47pm. He scrubbed a hand over himself and groaned, "Shit..."

Grabbing a bottle of wine, not bothering with dinner, he trudged off to his room. He needed something. A drink, probably a cigarette and definitely a release. He hadn't been off work early enough to catch drinks and a night with Tachihara, another mafia member who he spent nights with on occasion, and he was losing it.

Chuuya sighed, stripping into nothing but his boxers. He lounged on his bed, opening the bottle with For the Tainted Sorrow and taking a long sip. He then tentatively slipped a hand into his boxers.

Chuuya shivered.

It had been a while since he's had a good fuck or anything related. He lazily rubbed his thumb over the tip and then down his cock over the cool metal bars of his magic cross piercing.

Letting out a relaxed sigh, all the tension in his muscles disappeared. He slid his boxers off now, raising his hips as he did so.

Chuuya wrapped a hand fully around himself, pumping slowly. He occasionally let out huffs and small groans, his eyes screwed shut. His ginger hair was tousled now from the pillows.

He flicked his wrist as he pumped, thumb rubbing a bit more pressure against the slit in his tip, spreading the precum down his length. He hissed in pleasure as he bucked up into his own hand.

After a few more minutes, Chuuya let out a low groan, white now coating his hand and stomach. He collapsed, mumbling incoherently to himself as he caught his breath.

After what felt like forever, Chuuya got up and made his way to the shower, his body more drained and exhausted now.

Once he had a nice shower and did his bedding laundry, he made some dinner for himself and went to bed, finally able to relax.

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Once again the Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency joined forces to help defeat a common enemy. After the mission Dazai and Chuuya had been assigned, they were hiding out in a safe house so Chuuya could recover from corruption without too much stress.

Chuuya was panting on a dusty couch in the baren room. He loosened his button up, his choker, coat and hat all sat on a side table nearby. He rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, panting.

He was absolutely drained and exhausted.

Dazai stood nearby, leaning against a wall and observing Chuuya.

"Oh Chuuya.. you just drain quicker and quicker every time don't you?" The obnoxious brunnet quipped, eyeing Chuuya.

Chuuya groaned in frustration, wanting anything other than having to deal with the walking headache that is his former partner. Chuuya leaned back, arm draped across the back of the couch as he regards Dazai.

"Maybe if someone actually did his fucking job and stopped me in time.. I wouldn't be deteriorating." Chuuya growled.

Chuuya hadn't really gotten a good look at Dazai all day. He had his hair clipped back out of his face, bandages as usual, his coat was off for now showing off the form fitting vest he always wore over his button ups.

He was pleasant to look at, dare Chuuya even say pretty.

Dazai caught him staring, "What is Chuuya so fascinated with that he must stare?" Chuuya rolled his eyes, quietly looking away.

"I was just checking to make sure you weren't harmed." Chuuya heard a scoff from the annoyance in the room followed by footsteps until he could feel Dazai towering over him.

"Chuuya's a terrible liar.." The aforementioned redhead shivered at Dazai's tone. He turned and gazed at the man, meeting his copper eyes. He's only seen them a small handful of times but god did he adore them.

Chuuya scoffed, backing away from Dazai as much as his weak body would allow. Dazai however had other plans. Dazai sat directly next to Chuuya, their thighs touching.

"Tell me Chuuya.." He murmured, breath whispering over the executive's ear, "Does checking if i'm harmed include undressing me with your eyes?"

Chuuya turned to glare at him and was met with a smug expression, one he was unsurprised to see on Dazai's face. At this point the redhead couldn't hardly bear the proximity, inhaling, or suffocating in, Dazai's unique scent mixed with that cheap cologne the bastard loves so much.

Dazai smiled, noting Chuuya's expressions and what the silence held. Deciding to break it, he asked "Chuuya, sweetheart, what's on your mind?"

Chuuya snapped out of it at the pet name. Eyes narrowing he tried shoving Dazai away but the brunnet returned, leaning in.

"I missed you, you know."

Chuuya's breath hitched but he forced himself not to react. Willing his heart to relax a bit, he turned to his former partner and raised an eyebrow.

"Did you now?" Dazai smirked at the question.

"Of course I did, Chuu," The nickname almost knocked the wind out of poor Chuuya. He bit his lip nervously, fidgeting with his snake bite piercings he got recently as a treat for finishing a huge job. Dazai continues, "How couldn't I miss my partner?"

"Work partner." Chuuya corrected a little too quickly to actually mean it.

"We both know it was more than that."

And suddenly Chuuya crossed the gap, something about Dazai's air of confidence today and the way he seemed so desperate for Chuuya yet in control.. it drove the mafioso insane.

Dazai's lips burned against Chuuya's, something akin to a poison. Chuuya screwed his eyes shut, arms loosely holding him in place, not that Dazai would resist. The bandaged menace gently laid Chuuya down, finally breaking their kiss with pants and heavy breathing. They stared at each other with half lidded eyes full of a thousand feelings.

Dazai, of course, was the first to break the silence. "So, how's that for missing you?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes, pulling Dazai back in for another kiss, mostly to shut him up. Chuuya tangled his hands in that messy hair he loved so much, he could feel Dazai's tongue over his piercings and it was driving him mad. He wrapped his legs around Dazai and before he could start getting any friction, the brunet laughed softly and removed Chuuya.

Chuuya gave him a confused glare, "Osamu you can’t just tease me like that and shove me off!"

"Sweetheart, your body is in no condition for anything more than kisses right now." Chuuya knew he was right but he wasn’t happy about it. With a grunt of acceptance, Chuuya pulled Dazai close for more kissing.

As their lips met again, Dazai's hand tangled in the executive's hair and he pulled away every few seconds to whisper sweet nothings such as, "You're so pretty" or "god you're beautiful" and quite frankly Chuuya couldn't take it anymore.

His kisses got desperate, movements more frantic and he didn't even realize how pent up he truly was before he was shaking and a small wet spot was forming on his pants.

Dazai pulled away, blinking in surprise, "Chuuya did you just-?"

"Not a single word." Chuuya cut him off, face flushed with embarrassment.

"Not a word," Dazai agreed, rubbing his favorite redhead's thigh gently before kissing him, "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up."

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Dazai moaned Chuuya’s name loudly, his breathing ragged and shaky as Chuuya's lips sucked on his neck. Both men were stripped down completely to their boxers and the redhead mafia executive was in Dazai's lap in the mafia executive's bed after someone broke in that night.

Neither of them quite remember how it got to this point, maybe it was because this is always how their little reunions end up, maybe it's the muscle memory of how their bodies move together, maybe it's fate.

Nevertheless, here they are, Chuuya on top of Dazai, whispering sweet praises in his ear such as, "you always make the prettiest sounds.." knowing how much they affect Dazai. 

He shivered in response, hiding his blushing face in Chuuya's neck and letting out a soft whine. "Chuuya... please.. more.." 

Chuuya smirked against Dazai's exposed skin, "is the pretty baby asking for me to be rougher or is he asking for toys?" He questioned, pulling back to meet Dazai's large mocha eyes. 

He could die happy in those damn eyes. Those beautiful eyes that have tormented him for years.

"mm.. both.. I want both.." he whimpered in reply, unknowingly to Dazaic he would later regret that request. Chuuya, however,  was never one to argue, hell he loves being rough with that little traitor. 

After a moment of rummaging through his nightstand drawer and cursing under his breath as he struggled to find something, he sits back up with his hand closed around something.

Dazai eyes it suspiciously but before he can ask, Chuuya cuts him off, "Some little things I got recently.. I’m excited to see how you react.." 

And then Chuuya's grinning like the devil himself as he reveals the nipple clamps in his hand. Dazai's eyes go wide, pupils too. Chuuya watches as a small wet spot of precum appears on the brunette's grey Calvin Kleins.

Dazai for once doesn't protest as Chuuya secured the small clamps onto his nipples. He does however wince and whine, "Fuck- that hurts Chuu.." 

Chuuya ignores his bitching, thinking it's just Dazai being Dazai.

Chuuya caught his lips in a rough kiss, panting heavily and rutting against him. Dazai was kissing back but the sting of pain made it hard to focus, especially as that evil redhead began tugging on the clamps. 
Dazai was choking and sobbing at this point, shaking, "it fuckin hurts- Chuuya quit- take em off-"

"i'll take them off when I fuckin feel like it," was the growl of a response. Yet thirty seconds later, one of the clamps was replaced by Chuuya's tongue and lips. Chuuya began sucking roughly at the swollen bud.

Dazai sighed in a tad bit of relief, fully relaxed once Chuuya gave the same treatment to his left nipple. The buds were all red, swollen and god awfully sensitive.
The detective wasn't sure how long he would last and they hadn't even gotten to the main show yet.

Chuuya tugged on Dazai's left nipple with his teeth, grinding roughly on the brunette's thigh at the same time. His blue and brown eyes looked up at his former partner from behind hooded lids.

Dazai gulped. There was definitely a bigger wet spot between his trembling thighs now.
Chuuya looked down at the sight of Dazai’s boxers and yanked them off with his damn teeth, eliciting a moan from his partner. The redhead’s own black boxers, ones Dazai actually gave him years ago, were also stripped off and unceremoniously thrown somewhere else in the room. Chuuya began pumping Dazai’s slick cock in time with his bites and sucks on his nipples and chest.
Much to Dazai’s dismay, after a moment the nipple clamps returned and he whined out in pain. The tears returned too.

Chuuya ignored this as he slid a slick finger down between Dazai’s legs. When had he gotten the lube? Dazai could barely focus on anything with the white hot pain and pleasure fighting through his fucking bones.
Before he knew it, Chuuya was ramming into him, “Fuck.. Osamu.. you're still so goddamn tight..”

Dazai could barely whine in response, this seemed to amuse Chuuya who just asked, “Awh the little pet can't take the toys.. so sensitive.” Which unfortunately for Dazai, went straight to his leaking cock. His head was fuzzy now.

Chuuya continued pounding him, his balls and thighs slapping into Dazai roughly. Chuuya panted heavily, reveling in the way that damn bastard was falling apart beneath him. Dazai whined and panted, his orgasm rapidly approaching. Chuuya squeezed his thigh encouragingly, silently permitting him to cum.

“Come on, samu.. you got this.. doin so fuckin’ good for me..” The redhead panted above him, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the base of his clamped nipple. He used his teeth to tug at the other clamp.
Dazai whined out, genuinely in fucking pain. Chuuya seemed to realize that it was real pain after a second, sliding way too deep while distracted, hitting the poor boy’s prostate directly and causing Dazai to cum. His eyes widened and he gently rubbed Dazai’s hips through it while whispering sweet nothings to him.

Dazai was crying, really crying, both from the aftershocks and the damned clamps from hell, “it hurts- Chuuya it hurts so bad, I can't-” and suddenly the pain was gone. Chuuya had his arms around the shaking, sobbing, Dazai who was now free from the torment.

“I’m sorry baby..” Was all the executive whispered, kissing Dazai’s neck gently and rubbing his back in soothing circles. Dazai melted into the touch, sobbing quietly in the comfort of Chuuya's arms. “I’m so fuckin sorry, shit.. I’m sorry..”

A few moments later, Chuuya put the wretched toys away and kissed all over Dazai despite the slight over sensitivity. He whispered apologies between each kiss before placing one on his lips.

“I never meant to seriously hurt you.. I’m so sorry sweetheart..” 

“Chuuya’s cruel.. but he's my Chuuya and I love him.. so I forgive you.”

Chuuya smiled and held Dazai close, rubbing circles into his hips, “how about we be gentle for a bit?”

“Yeah.. please..” Was the sleepy mumble that Dazai replied with, already drooping in Chuuya's arms before the boy could even get the covers over them.

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Chuuya and Dazai had a complicated relationship to say the least. One of them, certainly had no respect for boundaries of any sort. And this is what lead Dazai to be currently picking the lock to Chuuya's apartment. The brunette menace knew all the ways to get around his redhead counterpart's security system.

After softly cracking the door open, he peaked inside. He wanted to surprise Chuuya and he had no idea if he was home yet or not. After deeming the coast was clear, he shuffled inside softly and set the new wine he bought for Chuuya on the counter.

He froze upon seeing Chuuya through a crack in his bedroom door. He softly approached, figuring he wasn't noticed yet since he wasn’t being screamed at.

The man paused at the door, peaking inside and watching what Chuuya was doing.

Chuuya was standing by his bed and closet, stripping down to his boxers. Dazai watched quietly as Chuuya used his beautiful ability to open his wine bottle, taking a long sip before placing the bottle on his nightstand.

Dazai bit his lip, debating entering before he stopped breathing, Chuuya had slipped his hand into his boxers. Dazai felt similar heat building in his own.

Dazai silently begged for Chuuya to take his boxers off and almost as if Chuuya could hear his thoughts, he did.

Dazai watched, quietly palming himself as he watched Chuuya's hand pump his pretty cock, thumbing the piercing and slit as he did. Dazai listened to the groans and pants that escaped the executive.

The detective bit his lip, sliding a hand down his own waistband and halfheartedly touching himself as he watched Chuuya.

Dazai kept himself quiet, cheeks flushed and rosy as he watched Chuuya finish, he wanted nothing more than to walk into that room and fucking devour him.

Chuuya laid on his bed for a moment before going to his shower. Dazai headed to Chuuya's room, finding a new hiding spot on the opposite side of the bed.

After his shower, the redhead made himself dinner, and shortly afterwards went to lay in his bed. Once the brunette was sure he was asleep, he went to Chuuya's kitchen and did his dishes for him. Afterwards, he carefully climbed in bed with his ex partner.

Chuuya mumbled as Dazai slid a lanky arm around him, "if you wanted to watch, you could've asked, dumbass..."

Dazai hummed softly, smiling into Chuuya's hair as he wrapped his legs around the shorter man, beginning to drift off before Chuuya shook him awake.

"Huh..?" He mumbled, blinking drearily. Chuuya smiled, an evil, mischievous smile.

He looked a lot like Dazai with that expression.

"You got to watch me.. it's only fair I watch you." Dazai's eyes widen, a softly blush forming on his ears and spreading to his cheeks.

He opened his mouth to respond but Chuuya cut him off with a smirk, "What's wrong Osamu? Think I wouldn't notice?"

Dazai whined and hid his face in Chuuya's neck, gaining a soft chuckle from his redheaded partner.

Dazai swallowed nervously, brows knit together as he sat back up. He let out a deep breath, nervous under Chuuya's eyes.

Chuuya leaned against his pillows, arms draped lazily over himself as he watched the brunette's nervous movements from under his hooded eyes.

He could see Dazai was nervous so in a rare moment of gentle affection between the two, leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"i'm just- surprised you realized.." was the mumble that Dazai had offered in return.

"Oh sweetheart, I notice more than you realize. You think I wouldn't notice your pretty little eyes watching me?" Chuuya laughed in return.

Dazai looked down at his lap, he was still fully dressed compared to Chuuya who was in nothing but boxers and sweats.

Dazai shifted, looking up at Chuuya, "You really.. wanna watch?"

Chuuya nodded in reply.

Dazai let out a sigh, accepting his fate as he carefully began slipping out of his clothes, much to the help of Chuuya who sat up to undo the detective's shirt.

Once Dazai was in nothing but his boxers, he began softly palming himself, glancing up at Chuuya who watched with approval and desire in his eyes.

"Come on sweetheart, pull them off.. all the way, that's it.." Chuuya murmured, voice slightly patronizing as Dazai whined and pulled off his boxers. The brunette was usually composed and in control of situations like these however, something about Chuuya telling him what to do makes him weak in every way possible.

Dazai took a few breaths, thighs trembling as he properly wrapped his hand around himself, only to be stopped with a small yelp as Chuuya pulled him into his lap. Dazai was now facing away from Chuuya who had his arms wrapped around the brunette and holding his thighs slightly open.

"This okay baby?" Chuuya whispered, voice rough and going straight down Dazai's spine. The detective nodded in response, thumbing himself gently.

He gasped softly as the bead of precum decorating his pink tip was spread down his length. Chuuya hummed appreciatively, kissing the back and tops of his partner's shoulders.

Dazai pumped himself faster, his head falling back on Chuuya's right shoulder as he whimpered and whined.

"mm.. chuuya.."

"Keep going Osamu.. you look so pretty like this.."

Dazai shivered at the praise, those few simple words alone ruining him. After a few moments of pumping himself and flicking his wrist, he let out a loud whine some whataburger resembling the redhead's name and finished.

Dazai panted softly as Chuuya guided them to lay down, resting one arm under the brunette's head and the other over his waist as he spooned him.

"You did so good for me, Dazai."

"Mm.. thank you.."

"If you want to hookup or even just watch I guess then you can ask you know.." Chuuya huffed, tracing light circles along Dazai's waist.

"Oh but it’s so much more fun surprising you~" Was the teasing reply he received.

"Goodnight Dazai," Chuuya sighed, "I mean it."

Dazai fell asleep with a soft smile on his face and warmth in his chest that night.

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The overwhelming growl of Chuuya’s beloved motorcycle was what alerted Dazai to his husband’s arrival before he even caught a glimpse of that familiar red hair he adored. The detective bid farewell to his colleagues before exiting the bar. It was Dazai’s birthday so they found it would be nice to take him out for drinks to congratulate him for making it another year (much to Dazai’s dismay of course).

Dazai waited outside, hands in his coat pocket as he watched his husband roll to a stop with a smile. Chuuya grinned, “Happy birthday, asshole.”

Dazai walked over casually before scooping Chuuya off the bike and nuzzling him as he murmured in his ear, “I missed you, Chuu~.”

Chuuya sighed, usually he would tell Dazai off for the nicknames and public affection but today he decided to make an exception. He wrapped his arms around his beloved, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Come on, get on.. I have a surprise waiting for you at home~” Was Chuuya’s soft reply, hands trailing down Dazai’s jaw suggestively.

Dazai’s cheeks went pink, his eyes wide as his pupils dilated, his mind already running wild with endless possibilities.

“Oh? What could you possibly have planned for me..” He smiled, knowing it was pointless since Chuuya took surprises very seriously.

Chuuya just gave a mischievous grin, sliding back onto his bike and patting the spot behind him for Dazai. The detective happily sat behind his lover, wrapping his arms around that waist he would love nothing more than to bite at the moment.

Dazai leaned against Chuuya, content as they rode through Yokohama’s streets. He could hear and feel Chuuya’s heartbeat beneath him, causing him to smile softly. He placed a soft kiss to the back of Chuuya's neck, eliciting a small twitch from the redhead.

Once they arrived at their penthouse, Chuuya offered Dazai his hand to get off the bike, causing the taller man to giggle.

“My my~! what a gentleman.” Dazai teased, taking his hand anyways and gaining an eyeroll with a smirk from his husband.

“You’re lucky it's your birthday.. bastard..” Was the smaller man’s grumble in response.

Dazai squeezed his hand as they made their way up to their apartment. Once at their door, Chuuya stopped him.

“Okay, Osamu, I’m takin the lead here, kay?”

Dazai nodded, cheeks rosy already but nonetheless curious to see what Chuuya had in store for him.

Chuuya led him inside, revealing red lighting, a trail of rose petals and candles leading to their bedroom.

Dazai gasped softly, grinning at the display, “Chuuya!”

Chuuya smiled, proud of his hard work and effort he put into setting a romantic evening for the two. Dazai turned and captured his husband's lips in a deep kiss, his hands cupping Chuuya’s cheeks.

Chuuya blushed softly, shrugging like it was no big deal, “Stop it, it's just a little thing..”

Dazai side eyed him, beginning to walk to their room and smiling. Chuuya followed, happily watching his husband.

Once in their room, Dazai smirked at the dark red bedding and dim lighting. Their bed was surrounded by roses and candles, glasses of their favorite wine and whiskey on the nightstand along with a small box in the pillows.

“Just something small?” Dazai teased, raising an eyebrow at his flustered beloved.

“Listen.. your birthday's important to me..” Was Chuuya’s bashful reply. Dazai smiled, eyes soft as he kissed Chuuya’s forehead, “You’re perfect.”

Chuuya looked down, absolutely flushed as he gestured for Dazai to open the small box atop the bed.

Dazai reached for it and carefully undid the black ribbon holding it closed. Inside was a small ring with a small teal diamond, the same shade as Chuuya’s right eye. The ring rested on a silver chain, easy for Dazai to wear daily.

Dazai grinned, holding it up to his eye, “God, Chuuya… every time you do something as cheesy and romantic as this I fall in love with you all over again.”

Chuuya shoved him softly down onto the bed, taking the ring necklace, unlatching it and placing it on his husband's neck before kissing it. He sat back, eyes raking over the brunet as he began thinking.

Dazai raised a confused brow, earning a gentle kiss from his husband who was now standing between his legs as the taller man sat on the edge of their large bed.

“How intense do you want it baby?” Chuuya questioned between kisses, his voice low and rough.

Dazai shivered, looking up at him with need, “do your worst, Chuuya.”

Chuuya grinned, that was the response he hoped for. He carefully undressed his husband, tossing his clothes by the door. He tapped the bandages, a silent question. Dazai let out a shaky breath and nodded, he trusted Chuuya, who enthusiastically but gently removed the bandages. He left small kisses along the scars and old injuries as he revealed more of his partner’s skin. As Dazai tried doing the same for the redhead, he slapped his hand away. Dazai frowned, pouting but quickly realized why Chuuya prevented himself from being undressed yet.

The redhead was grinning, carefully stripping and teasing Dazai, revealing black lacey undergarments under his clothes. Dazai’s jaw went slack and he was incredibly grateful he didn't have pants on anymore otherwise they would be painfully tight at this point.

“Someone's enjoying his view..” Chuuya teased, glancing down at Dazai’s erection. Dazai looked away for a second, bright pink and speechless.

Chuuya laughed, carefully sitting on Dazai’s lap. “So, enjoying your gift?” He murmured into his lover’s ear while playing with his hair.

Dazai’s hands settled on Chuuya’s waist, carefully playing with the hem of the thin underwear he wore. He nodded, “you're so fucking hot right now, Chuuya..”

Chuuya sighed softly, kissing him. “I know baby, now lay back in the pillows, I want to try something.”

Dazai obeys, he always obeys for Chuuya (albeit sometimes with an attitude problem), he would kill for his beloved if he so wished for him to. The brunet watched those beautiful hands trail over his body, shivering at the touch. Chuuya was laser focused on something, his brow slightly furrowed and lips tight.

The sight made Dazai’s breath catch.

“Osamu? Are you listening?” Dazai snapped back, he had zoned out.

“uh- what- sorry I.. my bad..” He mumbled, embarrassed despite the reassuring squeezes Chuuya was leaving on his thighs.

“Shh it's okay honey.. I asked if you were okay with hot temperatures?” Chuuya repeated softly, head tilted slightly to the left. His expression was patient, loving and.. soft.

It made Dazai’s head quiet for once, peaceful even.

He nodded softly, fidgeting with the necklace slightly and biting his lip.

Chuuya smiled, “Perfect.” Before the detective could question anything, his lover reached for one of the candles on the nightstand. Dazai watched in confusion.

“Oh puppy-” That nickname drove Dazai absolutely mad. “Come on.. I know you understand what's about to happen.. I can see those gears turning in your pretty little head..”

When the mafioso's voice was this low and demeaning.. Dazai could hardly even think. He was a mess for the redhead above him, absolutely whipped.

Dazai swallowed nervously, in his needy haze, he began guiding Chuuya’s knee between his thighs. Chuuya permitted Dazai to use his left leg to grind up against, whimpering softly.

Chuuya grinned down at him, the wax dripping down the candle slightly. Dazai’s eyes were on the wax, tongue between his teeth.

Chuuya carefully lowered the unlit side to Dazai’s collarbone, pressing the wax into his pale skin.

Dazai gasped, hips jolting upwards, fingers hooking into Chuuya’s lacy panties. The redhead stuttered a bit, caught off guard.

“You like this?” Was Chuuya’s low, but genuine, question. When he got a few enthusiastic nods from Dazai, he dragged more wax over him, drawing a small heart. The taller man had tears at the corners of his eyes, whimpers and sobs on his lips at the pleasant burns.

Chuuya was too busy drawing on Dazai’s skin and watching his beautiful eyes to notice his sneaky husband’s fingers gently snaking up the side of Chuuya’s underwear.

After a few moments of the redhead repeatedly praising Dazai for how well he took his husband dragging melting wax across him while he humped the redhead’s leg, Dazai began rubbing the tip of his cock, collecting the precum on his fingers.

Chuuya watched, mesmerized at the sight of the sticky substance between his husband’s pointer and middle fingers. A second later, Dazai held the two, damp fingers to the redhead’s lips.

“Suck..” Was the soft whimper that escaped those rosy lips.

Chuuya happily took the digits into his mouth, tongue swirling around them. His cold metal tongue piercing chilled Osamu’s fingers slightly.

The little brat was shamelessly bucking up against Chuuya’s bare thighs now, his leaking tip grazing the panties occasionally and resulting in a damp spot not only where the outline of Chuuya’s cock was.

“Chuuya- baby- if you don't take those off- ahh!” His back arched upwards as Chuuya wrapped warm fingers around his cock.

The brunet’s fingers flew out of Chuuya’s mouth as his hands curled in the sheets. Dazai whined out, chest heaving and breath shaking.

The redhead gave him a second of mercy before violently jerking him, pouring more wax on his neck. Leaning down, Chuuya murmured “Fuck.. samu.. you look so good like this..”

Dazai nodded so fast he heard ringing in his ears, “Fuck- please- I need you Chuu.. I’m- ngh..” He whined, begging his god for some mercy.

Chuuya grinned down at him and in the red lighting, he resembled more of a devil than anything.

The mafioso backed off with a whine of distress from his beloved but he finally removed the panties. Dazai was practically drooling at the sight, despite having had sex with his husband countless times before.

Chuuya hummed softly, reaching over into their nightstand for their lube. Dazai traced up and down his sides while his husband got the necessary item.

“Shit, Osamu, with how soaked you got me.. we probably don't even need this..” The redhead chuckled softly.

Dazai gave a small, proud smile before looking down at Chuuya’s waist, “we probably should anyways.. you tend to split me open a bit.”

Chuuya smirked and nodded, carefully coating his longest two fingers. He played with the substance for a minute, warming it up before pressing it to Dazai’s sensitive rim, eliciting a gasp.

“Fuck-” The detective whined, pressing back against Chuuya's fingers. Chuuya began pumping and rushed through the preparation a bit.

Once Dazai was deemed open enough, and resulted in him panting slightly, Chuuya coated himself before beginning to push into him. “Tell me if it's-”

“Too much, yes I know Chibi.” The smartass finished with mock annoyance to the best of his ability. Chuuya scoffed, pressing in the rest of the way roughly and gaining a whimper from Dazai.

“Yeah behave next time, bastard.” Chuuya huffed, his tone soft despite his words. Dazai whimpered, eyes screwed shut as he caught his breath, a stray tear slid down his cheek.

Chuuya set a relentless pace, his thighs slapping against Dazai’s, causing him to whimper and move up the bed an inch every so often.

“mm.. chuuya!” Dazai whined out, panting heavily with tears running down his face. He looked absolutely wrecked and the sight was driving Chuuya crazy. The redhead’s breathing was heavy and rough as he continued ramming into his husband.

“yeah, samu?” He asked, voice scratchy.

“More.. marks?” Was the questioning whimper that escaped the brunet underneath Chuuya who obediently picked up the candle again.

He used another candle to heat the bottom before dripping the wax along Dazai’s stomach and navel areas. Dazai moaned out in pleasure, although it sounded more like crying.

“You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit for someone who claims to hate pain..” Chuuya huffed, teasing his husband who glared up at him in response.

Chuuya kissed his pout away, tongue darting out to lap at the salty tears decorating his partner’s face.

Dazai whined and moaned Chuuya’s name as the redhead continued pounding him through it.

Eventually, Dazai gasped, white painting his stomach. He began whimpering at the overstimulation from Chuuya’s continued thrusts. The mafioso’s hips began stuttering and soon he filled his husband with a low groan.

Dazai shuddered at the feeling, and winced when Chuuya carefully pulled out.

The two ended up falling asleep entangled beneath the crimson sheets after cleaning each other up and putting out all the candles so they didn't catch fire to their apartment.

For the next few weeks Dazai would smile at his little marks that were revealed when he would change and shower.