The Sting Of Scorpius [soukoku]

Chapter 10

Mature content (a little bit).

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The mark was burning with pain—harder than ever—but Dazai ignored it.

He pressed Chuuya against the back of the couch, pushing his hips to him and kissing, kissing, kissing. Burying his hand in the red hair, he tugged on it and swallowed his angry scream with his mouth. His blood was boiling, and he was fidgeting with impatience, leading to Nakahara's convulsive inhale. He was out of breath, but he wasn't going to step back.

Pulling away from his partner, Dazai caught his cloudy look. He pulled his left hand closer, his teeth catching the black glove. He squeezed his teeth harder for a second, pulling on the cloth. None of them dared to break eye contact.

Osamu's lips touched the mark, his dark brown eyes never looking away. His hot breath made goosebumps run down his spine, and when his tongue touched the skin, Chuuya moaned.

"Me and Chuuya have...something. It doesn't matter what we call it."

"It's true when they say geniuses are the dumbest."

"Excuse me?" Dazai's lashes fluttered, surprised, looking at Oda. A heavy sigh left his lips in response.

"You're both just testing each other. I don't know much about your relationship, and I'm not even sure if I'd understand it, but it's obvious that you have feelings for him. You understand it, too, therefore confess to him and to yourself. Maybe it'll be better that way."

Odasaku's words were ringing in his head, but Dazai dismissed them. His words meant nothing, even he himself didn't trust them. He was sure the tension between them would get stronger, that's why Dazai...dismissed. He didn't want to think about it now, not when Nakahara was in his arms.

He inhaled through his nose, his wet tongue was replaced with teeth. Chuuya hissed angrily, trying to rip his hand out of his grip, but Osamu held tightly, biting harder.

"What are you doing, dog?!"

Dazai pulled away, blowing lightly on the bite, feeling himself getting hard from his partner's confused and irritated state. The brown-haired let go of Chuuya's hand, shutting him with a kiss, before he could open his mouth. His lips were chapped, but soft, and Dazai slid his tongue along his lips, making them wet.

His chest was on fire, and the pain on his wrist was almost unbearable, but he kept on pressing himself into Chuuya, trapped, breathing in his mouth. Nakahara shuddered in his arms, throwing his head back, and Dazai let out a quiet moan.

"If only you knew how hot you look right now," he whispered quietly, his teeth tugging on the black choker.

"Shut up, fuck," Nakahara spoke with a hoarse voice, and Osamu watched his Adam's apple move, captivated.

"You sure? I think you like this."

Chuuya's eyes met his, his dark blue eyes shooting daggers at him, making his dick twitch in his pants. The red-haired felt that, too, and a gracious grin appeared on his lips. His blood was boiling when he bit the lower lip, thrusting his hips forward.

Fuck.

Dazai roughly threw his leg behind his back, pressing himself closer. He placed his one hand on the back of his neck, and the other one on his hip, digging his fingers into his flesh to leave bruises. His partner's clothes annoyed him a lot, and he sharply yanked the collar of his shirt open, making more space. Throwing a short look on the red-haired, he leaned over his neck, his lips touching the skin, but this time more tangible.

Trembling, Chuuya opened his mouth when the rough tongue slid over his neck to his collarbone, brutally biting down on it, tugging on the skin. A satisfied chuckle left Osamu's lips, and then he moved to his red ear, his tongue touching the earlobe. Nakahara started grinding on his crotch impatiently. The brown-haired couldn't contain the hot sigh.

They both stopped for a second. Their loud breathing was the only thing breaking the silence. Dazai pressed his temple to his cheek, and Chuuya tightened his grip on the brown strands.

"Confess to him and to yourself."

Something growled inside with satisfaction when he reached for his bitten lips. He raised his dark with lust eyes, meeting him. The brown-haired pushed harder, leaning his whole body on him, not breaking eye contact even when Chuuya pulled painfully on his hair. Dazai's tongue touched his, getting a light bite in response and a new wave of fire. The kiss was getting hot and sloppy, making Dazai go crazy just like from Chuuya in his hands. Hot. It was not enough for him.

"I hate you so much, fucking asshole."

"Likewise, shorty."

He had never felt so complete before.

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original by ddaaazai

Oh well...😏