A bunch of unrelated fics of SKK.
(Mostly centered around Hurt Chuuya and Comforting/Caring Dazai.)
Total Word Count: 125k+
Note: I take no credits for this fic. Itʼs currently an on-going series on ao3, posted by a friend of mine. Iʼve already ask...
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Summary: He pulled back enough to whisper against Chuuyaʼs flushed skin, “I love your features—” before he instantly dived back in to repeat the process of kissing all over the redheadʼs face, whispering about his features in a gentle tone,
“I love your eyes—”
Another kiss, “Your lips.”
And another, “Your nose.”
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Chapter 3: I Wish You Could See Yourself Through My Eyes
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“You say that you donʼt know me, You donʼt know who I am anymore, But if you knew the truth, then, Then you wouldnʼt feel insecure.”
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Dazai got all the permission he needed.
He hoisted himself up, offering a gentle smile to Chuuya, not a single mask of his in place, and carefully reclined his head to softly place a kiss on the redheadʼs forehead, moving onto both of his eyelids, causing them to flutter, making his way down to kiss both of Chuuyaʼs cheeks, his freckles distinguishable under the blush surrounding his face.
He pulled back enough to whisper against Chuuyaʼs flushed skin, “I love your features—” before he instantly dived back in to repeat the process of kissing all over the redheadʼs face, whispering about his features in a gentle tone,
“I love your eyes—”
Another kiss, “Your lips.”
And another, “Your nose.”
Chuuya shivered from the barrage of emotions, tears of euphoria making their escape before he could stop them. Dazai hummed, kissing away the droplets of tears. Chuuya cried even more, lifting his arms up to cover his face. The brunet cooed at him, grabbing both his arms lightly, pressing kisses on the palms of the redhead, causing him to whine in frustration.
“Stop it, you—!” Dazai pecked Chuuyaʼs lips after removing his arms, pinning them tenderly beside Chuuyaʼs head before moving onto the redheadʼs jaw.
Chuuya whined in complaint half-heartedly, “Damn you, Dazai.”
Dazai smirked, biting down on the flesh beneath his lips, making sure to leave a mark for later, muttering in a soft manner, “I love Chuuyaʼs jaw.”
The brunet moved down to the bare neck, biting down gently in several places and sucking on the spots lightly, drawing out pleasured keens from the one beneath him. With Chuuya distracted, Dazai made quick work of undoing the redheadʼs shirt, but not before doing the same to the brunetʼs own coat and vest, throwing them somewhere in the corner. He stopped short at the last button of Chuuyaʼs shirt, or more specifically, his shirt, briefly stopping from the attack on the redheadʼs neck.
