quietmounds | (no subject)

[ why, coughs a laugh ]

Am I still being a desperately slutty Dazai?

[ are we roleplaying, ]

Haah?

[blinks]

No just... be normal Dazai.

[ uh

then why are you asking me wants. ]

[honey

huffs]

Why'd you blush if you don't know the answer?

Who blushed.

You definitely blushed.

[slaps, his thigh again]

[ uhhhhhhhh ]

Did I.

Do you want me to stop?

[ UHHHHH ]

No.

[...pulls his cock away from Dazai's ass, though it's just so he can sit on him, it's not an accident that Dazai's cock presses against the curve of Chuuya's ass when he does, but his focus is on leaning forward, brushing a thumb over Dazai's cheek.]

It was a really cute blush.

[ uh. ]

. . . er.

[brushes his thumb there a few more times]

I guess if you don't want me to stop, but won't say what you do want, I can just give you a while to think about it.

[ i dont

why. are you really going to wait for me to say, ]

[very innocently]

Do you think you're going to need like fifteen minutes, or three hours...?

[ a...ugh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

drops his wrist over his eye so he doesn't have to look at Chuuya ]

[Honestly, now that i'm pretty sure you like me this is kind of funny instead of demeaning.

Relaxes on top of him, making a point to rock his dick into Dazai's stomach and kisses him under the jaw, tongue pressing on his pulse]

[ his hips try to roll up against chuuya's anyway even though there's not exactly a lot of grinding to be done with how chuuya's sitting but. ]

[yeah that doesn't work great somehow, though Chuuya seems pretty content to make his way down Dazai's neck, still being pretty gentle, kiss along his clavicle, pushing down enough that he can drag his tongue over a nipple, getting gradually firmer with each pass]

[ he doesn't want to 'give in', but he doesn't want to necessarily reject chuuya either but he also doesn't want to, do, other things and he can't quite assert any of that. so instead he just makes a very soft sound, knowing his body's going to communicate how much he does want it ]

[makes a responding noise, rocks his cock against Dazai's again, a slow and indulgent rut while he digs both of his hands under Dazai, curls nails into the small of his back.]

[ shoulda just stayed at the doorframe, he figures, decides he can't say it so he may as well not and goes back to navigating chuuya's back via welts and bruises, nudging at chuuya's face with his own, to try and bring him back up for a kiss ]

[well Chuuya's only denying him one thing, so everything else seems to be on the table. he makes a warm noise at the teasing of his welts and lets himself get pulled into a kiss, if anything even softer and slower than before]

[ good thing chuuya isnt dazai

kissing honestly is nice, it makes him feel less weird and also makes him think less about how they could be fucking right now ]

[Dazai can get like, another fifteen minutes of makeouts before Chuuya pulls back, flushed but still controlled, he taps Dazai's cheeks]

You want to say it, yet?

[ why, ]

. . .