Soukoku ~short story~ DazaixChuuya

Motel Room ~Smut~

This chapter is mature content,  18+ only!!

"Well, I-" Chuuya starts to say, but his words get lost on their way up.

"You what?" Dazai whispers, leaning closer to the smaller boy that is propped up beside him. He moves his hand from the ginger's cheek down to his neck, slipping his index finger under Chuuya's always-present choker. 

He slides his slender finger back and forth beneath the band, feeling the other boy's adam's apple bob up and down as he gulps. As he does so,  he watches Chuuya's blue eyes become alive with excitement.

 "You what, Chuuya?" Dazai repeats his question, pulling more tightly on the choker, bringing Chuuya's face close to his own.

Blue eyes frantically search a playful face, scanning for any signs this is all just a cruel joke. "Stop Dazai, I'm not in the mood for games," Chuuya says as sternly as he can, but his syllables break with nervousness.

"I'm not playing games," Dazai breathes the words lightly onto Chuuya's neck, brushing his lips against the ginger's pale skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Dazai feels Chuuya's pulse quicken beneath his lips and his body tense up beneath the quilt. 

Smiling that he is succeeding in the seduction, the brown-haired boy sticks his tongue out, tracing the tip of it lightly up Chuuya's neck to his ear lobe, pulling even harder on the choker as he moves. This earns him a small gasp escaping from the petite boy's throat. The warm air flutters through Dazai's bangs, pushing him to continue.

Chuuya's mind struggles to keep up with what was happening. Is he really doing this? Why is he- Damn it, it doesn't matter. I'm already hard.

He feels Dazai's teeth bite gently on his ear lobe, and he loses control of his mind as his head becomes light and filled with hot air. 

A bandaged arm makes its way across Chuuya's chest and around to his back, Dazai's fingertips crawling beneath his shirt, pressing his spine forward so that their chests are touching. Chuuya's body shudders, much to his embarrassment because they haven't even done anything yet.

"But if you aren't in the mood, I'll stop," Dazai whispers, his teeth still pressed into Chuuya's earlobe.

"Fuck you," Chuuya retorts, well aware of how breathless he sounds. He feels Dazai smile against his skin, and then the tall brunette's mouth is pressed against his own. 

Dazai's tongue dances circles inside Chuuya's mouth, twisting their tongues into one while his long fingers trace circles on his back. Chuuya can't help but moan into his mouth, which sends the rest of Dazai's blood rushing to his groin. 

Dazai had imagined this, many times, but could never predict Chuuya would feel this good.

Dazai ceases pulling on the other boy's choker, moving his hand slowly around to the nape of his neck and into Chuuya's waves. He's trying with everything in him not to press his boner into Chuuya's just yet. Normally he likes to take things slow, but Chuuya is breathing heavily beneath him, clinging desperately to him and it's so hot

Chuuya's head rocks backward so that Dazai's hand is supporting its full weight. Dazai's other hand creeps from Chuuya's spine to his shirt collar, his spidery fingers effortlessly undoing the buttons. 

Chuuya mimics him, his small hands undoing the brunette's buttons but with much less efficiency. Dazai doesn't remove his tongue from the other boy's mouth until both are completely undressed.

Staring down at Chuuya, he is met with still-swollen blue eyes and flushed cheeks which makes him even harder if that was even possible.