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WHEN Day 27

[ Wherever you are there is a somewhat ominous ice cream truck nearby. Playing its ominous music. Driving slowly. If you try to approach though, it vanishes, leaving your fingers feeling weirdly sticky as if you had been eating the most delicious ice cream drumstick in your life.

and you crave ... something... what, well, that probably depends on the person, hm? ]

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You're sure?

[because he can see the ways in which that would be painful, wants it but also doesn't want to hurt Dazai more than he's really up for, at least in this.

it's going to hurt no matter what, but he can try.]

I'm still having a hard time believing such a thing is possible in any timeline.

...I'll tell you how? After.

[we are NOT KILLING THE MOOD TALKING ABOUT HOW HE NEARLY DIED]

Mm, that's fine if you want.

[mostly he meant it in the IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW, IMMA DO SOMETHING.]

Okay.

[but yeah, no, kissing him again, fiercely.]

[yes, good. immediately drawing him in closer eagerly.]

[Oda isn't holding back, hands settling on Dazai's back and ass to pull him flush down against him, immediately deepening the kiss and again kissing him in that way that means he knows what Dazai likes, knows exactly how to get him going even if he weren't already desperate.]

[it definitely gets him going more than he already was, mouth opening as he lets out a pleased sound. he moves with those hands, pressing himself against Odasaku, seeking out that friction of movement]

[Oda arches up to encourage that, make it feel like there's no space between them. he takes the opportunity given by that open mouth, too, slipping his tongue past Dazai's lips and moving it like a promise, lewd as hell.]

[that earns a not in the least bit quiet moan before he starts to move his hands to start getting some clothes pushed off and unbuttoned. his fingers are nimble and quick but still fumbling a bit in their rush to get as much skin to skin contact as he can.]

[he stops clutching Dazai quite so close, letting him have room to deal with their clothes, but not getting his own hands involved to complicate things.

here's where we wonder if Dazai has ever seen Oda shirtless.]

[NOT LIKE THIS HE SURE HASN'T. and he is making sure he gets to feel and see what that's like, pulling back from the kiss enough to pant for breath and admire. eyes are definitely gleaming dangerously with lust as he maps out Odasaku's chest.]

I'm not sure I warrant that kind of face...

[but he slides a hand up from Dazai's hip to smooth up his stomach with easy familiarity

well, except for a small problem]

[he arches into the touch easily nonetheless, practically purring from the feel of it.]

Tell that to someone who hasn't thought about it for six years.

[and fingers are gonna pinch a nipple because pointedly.]

[his fingers cross the new scar and he pauses, takes serious note of that, and then moves on. just, you know, this isn't really the time to discuss why the fuck Dazai has gotten shot recently.]

Sometimes I wonder how oblivious I must have been...

[he shivers, arching into Dazai's pinch in turn.]

[look, he already told you the important part: he survived.

but he does get a bit distracted by the focus on that wound--it's still fairly new and a bit sensitive.]

Mmmm, it's not like I really noticed everything, either, though.

[like why it was a bad fucking idea to get involved with you in the first place.]

[IT'S STILL FUSS-WORTHY, DAMNIT.]

I guess we're even on that front, then.

[sitting up, though, which PROBABLY won't knock Dazai over, but, you know.]

[he's got great balance okok, and is quick to adjust though he breathes in sharply as his pretty noticeable presses against Odasaku as he moves.]

No, you're definitely more of the idiot still.

[ur the one that died, u get king idiot title]

[he laughs, a little rough and breathless because yes the feel of that is distracting but he's getting dazai's drift too.]

Yeah. Maybe.

Let's move to the bed?

[arms go around Oda's neck again because the getting carried around thing never gets old.]

Mm, that sounds good.

[off the couch, then and princess carrying him to bed. like a gentleman.]

[okay, but gonna just work on marking up your neck while you do that because fuck that other Dazai tho. currently, this Oda belongs to this Dazai. he will return him if and when escape occurs.]

[it's endearing, in the way that Oda enjoys when Dazai is possessive, enjoys the attention and the smug spite behind it. for all he's less against sharing than he might have previously thought, it's still nice.

setting him on the bed, though, and dropping his hands to work on his own pants.]

[watches as he does that while also working to get his own pants undone and off. there's still bandages on his legs to contend with but that's probably expected.

mostly, it's just uncomfortable with how aroused he is at the thought of this actually being real and happening, Odasaku being this close.]

[he drops his pants and underwear and if his interest was somehow in question, it definitely isn't anymore. he steps forward, then, climbing onto his knees on the bed, studiously taking in the sight of Dazai with an utterly fond and loving, but also wanting expression.]

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