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[nope the shutter clicks loudly in the bedroom, and then another]

Why the hell would you think that? Have I been letting you off too easily?

[ whiny tone of voice ]

You're taking more pictures.

Why shouldn't I?

[pointedly thrusts his hand roughly into Dazai's ass and takes a couple more]

[ it probably makes for a really good photo for the category of pornos. his voice catches in his throat and he tosses his head back, arching again rather dramatically with a very loud lewd moan. he doesn't even bother to have a comeback to it. ]

[Kind of laughs, and he knows Dazai is putting on a bit of a show but that's fine. he sets his phone down and finally goes back to sucking Dazai off, earnestly this time. this isn't the best way to get him closer to Dazai's goal, he should be getting himself off for that. But Dazai's been stressed out and an orgasm will help him relax, and Dazai isn't the only one who likes the idea of an exhausted boyfriend]

[ it is certainly not 'helping' in the regard, but it is also helping. Dazai's closer than he'd like to be, or just doesn't have the care to draw it out, murmuring: ] You really. . . are relentless. . . [ as a kind of compliment ]

[He says something back, 'you're mine', as if that explains it, as if it's really words at all with a cock weighing down his tongue. Just a hum really.

He vaguely wonders at some things -- thoughts turning lethargic even as he moves more vigorously, fucking himself on Dazai's cock -- like if dazai can even get off without pain anymore, he knows it's always a bit of a struggle unless he's being liberal with the abuse. Then again, even when he's being fairly gentle as he thrusts his fingers deep into Dazai's ass, it certainly must still hurt, so really, when was the last time Dazai had sex without pain.

It's something that should bother him, probably, but he doesn't have any idea of what to do but use it, so he does, pulling his fingers out and waiting until he can feel Dazai's cock against the back of his throat to solidly slap the outside of one of his thighs. ]

[ he really should have challenged chuuya to a blowjobs competition. Dazai only vaguely considers it a poor decision, they've done worse, much worse, he's pushed Chuuya much harder, he mostly aches, is bruised, feels every movement of Chuuya distinctly in soreness but nothing so sharp as new injuries. And there were times when Chuuya was less calculating and more reactive about everything. When it was more of an honest emotional response and less of what seemed like a responsibility or obligation. ]

Chuuya — [ but his voice goes sharp and high on the 'ya' when Chuuya' pulls his fingers out, finding their absence either disagreeable or a relief. And the slap brings a much quieter 'fuck' from him, more urgently thrusting into Chuuya's mouth, leaking now as well ]

[He groans, heavy and hungry, when Dazai thrusts into him even though he's already taken as much as he can, the weight it adds sinks straight down into his own dick and he absently rubs himself a bit against the sheets while he continues. He's not thinking so much, suddenly, just that he wants that to happen again and so he pulls up and swallows, swirls his tongue, breathes heavily through his nose and goes down again, hits Dazai harder this time.]

[ how deep is chuuya's throat anyway, an idle thought, he can feel Chuuya's breath and his groans and it feels. . . good. He's too distinctly categorizing everything, really, but the second blow sends his mind back to the task at hand and he gets as flush to Chuuya's face as he can, curling up as well, so he can try and grab Chuuya's head and pull him closer too. The positioning is awkward for that, but he does have long limbs, at least. ]

[Makes a sound like a whine when Dazai starts working with him and puts hands into his hair, not that chuuya really needed the push, but it energizes him and he holds where he is for a long moment before swallowing, pulling up only slightly, grinding back down again, can feel it starting to bruise his throat and he wonders if his voice will be raspy later.

The next hit is a longer time in coming, chuuya is starting to feel a little dizzy and nauseous, which somehow doesn't impair his arousal, but he braces himself and slaps dazai again]

[ this time when he goes in as far as he can, Dazai doesn’t rock back out and he keeps as much pressure as he can on chuuya, holds him there and comes. He wonders if it counts as choking, if this is a bad boyfriend thing to do, if the Chuuyas and Dazais in chuuya’s head do that. He’s silent even during the orgasm, body reacting but mind elsewhere ]

[Chuuya is, thoroughly distracted, by how much he enjoys that, the moan is stifled but ernest. He swallows reflexively, though no come touches his tongue and he can feel it but barely taste. He sucks hard at the base of dazai's cock, feels his pulse, is distantly aware of dazai's distance, but too distracted to handle it at the moment. He doesn't pull away, but does carefully bite]

[ he doesn't let go over Chuuya's head, either, and even as the trembles of orgasm leave him he squeezes in with his thighs too. the bite doesn't really help and this time the loud moan isn't nearly as put on ]

[it's hard to breathe but not impossible, he can smell Dazai intensely and is heady from that and his arousal and because Dazai doesn't pull away he doesn't either, sucking and swallowing on Dazai's dick as it softens. Dazai's moan makes him answer in kind and he really wants to reach between his own legs but resists, not thinking of much anything, just reflexively not wanting to stop yet.]

[ it feels like a long time, but it can't really be that long, before Dazai relents, gives in to his own ~~weakass muscles~~ and just lets go, flopping back, legs falling open and away a bit. ]

[Chuuya takes that as his cue and slowly pulls up, he's still wired but his throat is sore and sticky, he gasps heavily once he's free and presses his forehead against Dazai's hip with a rough noise]

Hm.

[ dazai says and then laughs a little ]

[he's very distracted, and feels weirdly heavy, and can't seem to think of a solution to his problem until he remembers Dazai has a mouth, too.]

Come on.

[his voice IS rough, and soft, he crawls forward, until he's kneeling with legs on either side of Dazai's chest, one hand leaning heavily on the headboard]

[ he can’t see Chuuya but he licks his lips with another small laugh ]

Come on? [ he echoes ] I hardly know what you mean.

[he reaches down and pushes on his cock, inhaling sharply through his nose, and presses the head against Dazai's lips]

How's that for a hint?

[he isn't without amusement but also, he's turned on and his voice sounds rusty]

[ snorts a bit ]

Rather direct. But that could mean so many things.

[ opens his mouth a little, just enough to set his lips around the head and press his tongue against the slit. ]

How is it direct and---

[but the rest is lost in a deep hum and he bites his lip and moves his cock against Dazai's tongue. he's as much distracted by the sight as the sensation]

...you look good, doing that.

[ a sort of derisive sound, not taking any more of Chuuya's dick, but pushing harder with his tongue. his hands also find their way to chuuya's hips, digging in mostly with his thumbs. he's not really one to think about that kind of thing and even though he knows Chuuya is, it's still a little weird. ]

[Chuuya hardly dwells on it, as soon as Dazais hands land on his hips he rocks forward, dragging his cock across his lips and tongue. The way he moans Dazai's name is definitely not put on at all.]