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WHAT in person
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 85

[ You were minding your own business when you hear a snap-click, like the handcuff sound in movies. Or you suddenly feel a soft collar slide around your throat. Wow, is this a dog collar? Anyway, possibly even more worrisome than that is that you're handcuffed to someone else OR someone else seems to have the other end of a leash attached to your collar in their hand. You are STUCK handcuffed to someone or leashed and collared (or. holding a leash, unable to let go) unless you complete a task. You just know which task because psychic messages are also part of QM life.

1. Kiss
2. Stab & Care -- there's some knives laying around but with them are first aid kits and you won't be free unless you take care of the wound you fiends
3. Hug
4. Punch
5. Share a secret/A confession ]

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[ he grits his teeth, but it’s almost like they’re chattering together for a moment. His eye tracks some unknown pattern on the ceiling, forcing himself to go still. The worst part of it all is he’s hyper aware of Mori buried inside of him. The taunt comes too late and is hardly a taunt in the end. ]

Oversight.

[ maybe it’s even a joke ]

Apparently.

[ he lets go of Dazai's wrist, apparently satisfied with him stilling, moving his hand up to his face again to brush his thumb up under the socket of the ruined eye. ]

Does it hurt?

[ a question maybe with an obvious reply and he's starting to move again though it's back to the slower pace. ]

[ he doesn’t reply to that, maybe because his jaw is too tigh to speak or because it’s still some small hold out of disobedience. He also doesn’t move back against Mori though, as if he’s waiting for something ]

[ a shuddering sort of laugh again, thumb resting up against the tissue but he'd starting to move more properly again, angling Dazai's hips up for that, pulling them towards him every time he fucks inwards ]

[ fucking hates that laugh. He hates Mori’s touch on his face too but he can’t think about that or this moment will stretch in forever. So he rolls his hips and settles into Mori’s rhythm,. One of his hands fists the bedsheets again. ]

[ he's partially resting his hand on the bed sheets, partially on Dazai's face as he brushes the bad of his thumb over scar tissue, and at least he doesn't laugh again but that's more because his breath is picking up into full out pants as he fucks him hard, more full-bodied with the motion - - he's finally seemed to stop dragging it out in favor of seeking his own completion ]

[ it’s easier then. He can shut his eye and not think about it being Mori and let himself ride it out. It can be anyone else. Anyone. The low whine is partly performance, a certain release of tension. Even if he tries to put Mori out of sight and out of mind, he still thinks it would be nice to hurry to the end. ]

Dazai-kun.

[ breathless, low - - if it wasn't Mori that could be interpreted as something said out of passion but considering it's Mori it's definitely just meant as a reminder to Dazai who exactly is fucking him right now. thankfully it doesn't really take that long - - a few more of those deep, rough thrusts into Dazai before he does come, thumb curled to put pressure on his scar tissue and his cock as deep into Dazai as it can go as he finishes. the only sound he makes is a low, satisfied groan, pupils blown as he watches Dazai's face. ]

[ on cue his eye snaps open, mouth that had been loose with almost pleasures noises in contrast snaps shut, teeth clacking together before his lips become a hard line. Even as his upper body tenses and his expression becomes visibly unhappy, he rolls through Mori’s orgasm as expected — though the reminder was his own boner kill thanks ]

[ you're WELCOME

he doesn't seem intent on helping out with that bonerkill, letting out a satisfied little exhale as he pulls back a bit -- though not out of him, more just looking down as he comes down from his high , thumbing idly at the scar tissue again. ]

You look ... like quite a mess.

[ both of his knees draw back a little, and then he's moving backwards, trying to pull off of Mori and ignoring the comment. It's taking a while to reconstruct his expression, bit by bit any of the unhappiness dies, replaced by nothing. ]

[ there's that crooked, sharp smile again as he pulls back and out. it's not an unfamiliar expression on Dazai and really -- he can't help but marvel at how good this Dazai seems to be at doing things that make himself miserable? it's a talent. ]

You're free to use my shower. Ah, and I have bandages in the bathroom as well.

[ if he becomes miserable enough feelings stop happening it's a good strategy right.

there's a slight delay and then he rolls to the side, slides off the bed and wordlessly heads for the bathroom. ]

[ idk you tell me how that's going

MORI MEANWHILE will look at getting cleaned up himself ]

[ really good thanks for asking

he'll finish himself off in the shower and then take his sweet fucking time to wash off and clean up ]

[ please

Mori needs his shower too : ( ]

[ weirdly, i dont care. ]

[ SIGH

he can at least deal with kitchen sink for now ]

[ he'll eventually come out, the only things he's rebandaged are his forearms and the eye, and then goes about picking up his clothes to redress. ~~i forgot he had a limp from fucking up his ankle too~~. hopefully he can just dress and leave without having to actually interact with Mori again. ]

[ tOO FUCKING BAD

he'll spot him on the way out -- ]

I'll see you tomorrow, hmm?

I am your employee, after all.

[ very saccharine. ]

What a responsible reply. Very well, then.

[ as if he's giving permission for him to go now ]

[ it isnt quite fleeing but they both know the truth really. ]

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