quietmounds | (no subject)

...okay.

[Chuuya looks? Pleased? Very pleased really, and curls his fingers tight enough to break skin yet again, holds them there, digging deep into his skin and letting the blood well up around his fingers while he thrusts into Dazai in slow, but rough strokes]

[ his less busted hand moves from gripping the bedsheet then, grabbing onto Chuuya's wrist, just wrapping his three fingers and thumb around to hold, not pulling his hand away but wanting to touch more of CHuuya. his breath catches, catches again, he's suddenly breathless and aching ]

[Chuuya pauses when Dazai grabs his hand, but a look at him does away with concerns that Dazai was trying to stop him. Actually, that's goddamn cute, enough that Chuuya lets go of Dazai's hip, grabs his hair, buries inside of him as far as he can, grinding again in a slow rock of hi his hip but he can but he can pull Dazai up enough -- it's probably uncomfortable but who cares -- enough to kiss him as he slowly tears the scars open. He goes deep this time, further than he has with the others, just using a biting raw strength to widen the holes his nails started]

[ groans, it isn't comfortable, and he can acutely feel Chuuya's dick deep inside and it feels good. he tries to speed them up, but with the angle and the uncomfortable curve of their bodies, it isn't the most effective but he wants more. the stinging of chuuya's fingers in his thigh turns into a heated burn that feels like it goes through him. he likes that much better than the cut of a knife he thinks distantly ]

['Mine' comes off his lips one more time but he can't hold this position and fuck him properly -- he does hate being short still, sometimes -- so he bites hard at Dazai's lips and releases him, uses the fingers in Dazai's thigh to anchor him while he begins to fuck him again. Not as hard as he could, but fast and sharp and relentless, the sort of rhythm he can keep up without giving Dazai any more breaks.]

[ the bite feels good, he can taste his own blood and it doesn't taste bad -- now -- and he can feel every shift and move Chuuya makes both in his ass but also because of Chuuya's fingers in his thigh. Dazai whines, losing himself a little more in it ]

[That's good, Chuuya stays quiet, wanting to hear Dazai, though it's a struggle over his own heavy breathes.

Chuuya pounds into Dazai, remembers there's an entire other thigh to rip into but he leaves it for now, not letting go of the one he has. Dazai is really a mess, even though all of the wounds are small, so are his sheets. He looks good.]

I should... get a photo of this.

[thoug he doesn't move to do so. instead he curls his hand around Dazai's cock, remembers the way Dazai had reacted early to the touch of his nails there, too, and rakes just the hard edge of his thumbnail down along the underside]

[ Dazai flushes, just a little, when Chuuya says that. It's a bit jarring, he hadn't considered what he looked like -- a while ago, a long time ago really, he had been more concerned with his appearance. But then his outfits had always been the same and the scarring had been, well, it had been and he just had lost the ability to feel too ashamed, or maybe that was what he had embraced. But then Chuuya says that and he wonders what does it look like exactly?

it's something Chuuya likes, though.

there's something to say in reply to that, but instead his voice comes out as a stuttered gasp and he jerks up into Chuuya's hand again ]

[No, that's what he should get a photo of, Chuuya thinks, he isn't sure he even caught the blush but the look Dazai gives him is worth remembering.

God, he feels like there's live wires under his skin, his control is still alright but it's more like he could go for days, after four days of anxious quiet unhappiness the change in his mood is kind of like a high, rolled together with the feeling of Dazai on his dick Dazai's blood on his hands. ]

Haah... so you like that?

[He grins at the obvious reaction to his nails, does it again, this time putting a little bit of dig in at the base of Dazai's cock with his thumbnail, though still no where close to breaking skin]

[ does he like that? yeah, it seems so. Dazai wants to grumble, or tease, or deny it but instead he turns his face to the side again, he can't really bury his face in the sheets so the gesture just comes off as unreasonably shy but he reacts much the same way again, breath catching, jerking up again. he doesn't say anything ]

Ah, no, that's what I should... get a photo of.

[he keeps thinking it. he'll definitely need to grab his phone. his grin stays sharp and indulgent and he starts to fuck Dazai harder, he doesn't use his nails at the same pace, that's always a surprise, he lightly palms him, just now and then, on a stroke up or down, digs in with a firm scrape of one nail, or three, whenever he wants to feel Dazai jump, maybe]

Don't.. forget to tell me.

[ dazai bites his lower lip and shakes his head, he doesn't really think of it as outright refusal, but he doesn't want to tell Chuuya. He didn't want to agree to it in the beginning either. he's used to withholding from chuuya, even or especially during sex, but he can feel the build anyway. there's always a limit to it, and with chuuya doing that with his nails he knows it's soon ]

[Chuuya knows it has to be soon but he wants to know the last moment possible.]

Haah?

[he exhales a huff, the next thrust is deliberately rough, but no nails]

Come on, you don't want to.. [another thrust, still no nails] think, right?

[nails but in the wound in his thigh, he still hasn't moved that hand, the blood is running down onto Chuuya's hip, curving under his ass, gathering on the pillow. he squeezes hard, pulls Dazai into the next thrust]

Tell me and I can make it last longer.

[ his thigh muscle trembles under Chuuya's fingers, because of the wound or because of the sex or because dazai is neurotic who knows. it's funny being called out that way too, it's not like Chuuya doesn't know, but there's been so many things normally left unspoken that they've talked about. . .he hates it, a little, but it's hard to chase that thought, distracted as he is. ]

— soon.

[ mumbles it ]

[Chuuya suspects that he won't get more of a warning than that, so he nods and fucks him exactly twice more, both hard and sharp, a rake of his nails on the second one, but as he brings that hand down he ends by wrapping it firmly around the base of Dazai's cock and just... stopping. Completely.

For him he almost feels it more deeply than if he'd kept going, suddenly all of the energy that had been moving his hips curls inside with no where to go and he shudders, taking a sharp breath]

[ closes his eye, because he's ready to ride it out but then

chuuya stops and very slowly he opens his eye again and kind of just

stares at Chuuya. ]

[he specifically asked you for this Dazai why are you surprised

Chuuya groans and shivers and laughs a little shakily and doesn't pull out yet]

What's that... look for? What did you think I was going to do?

[ WELL LISTEN, ]

. . . I'm still thinking.

[ dry ]

[pulls out gingerly, shivers again, but then shifts forward so he can lie across Dazai]

Seriously? How relentless.

[he kisses him, he's very warm from all of that effort and yet shaking a bit, his hands are gross but he buries them in Dazai's hair anyway, he mumbles]

I'll hit you in a second.

[ sighs heavily when Chuuya pulls out. it isn't even a bad sigh he just feels vaguely evacuated and too lightheaded, but unfortunately still thinking, and his arms go around Chuuya tightly and ther's kissing and ]

You're also relentless in your own way.

[Hums and can't help but rock against him a bit enough though they are supposed to be coming down]

I guess it's like a competition.

[ hhhhh he doesn't want to come down and so he grinds against Chuuya with a little mumble ]

[grins bites his lip then pulls back. One hand settles around Dazai's neck, holding him just tight enough that he can feel Dazai's pulse under his fingers the other lifts and winds up.

It's a hard, sharp hit, open palmed, he grinds down against Dazai as he delivers it]

[ dazai's pulse quickens, hammering but in a kind of unsteady way. and he bucks up against chuuya even as he's slapped, it's true that his mind reels, trying to grab onto the thoughts getting shaking out of his head by the blow. ]

[he uses the same hand to catch him on the way back, another openly telegraphed hit, knuckled cracking against Dazai's cheekbone. It's no where as hard as he could hit, it almost never is. there's a short list of times Chuuya has come even close to using his full strength on Dazai, but he knows how to make it felt anyway]

You really look great like this.