Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

The Abandoned Warehouse

Lips clashed against each other the moment the door of the hotel room closed. Gloved hands ran along the other's body with intense heat and desperation.

"Do we really need to do this now? We're on a mission, Dazai." Chuuya asked as Dazai's kisses made their way to his neck. Both of his hands were groping Chuuya's ass.

"Don't worry." he replied while licking and sucking on Chuuya's luscious skin. "Had already planned out everything."

Chuuya didn't refute anymore because, as Dazai said, everything was planned out already and he knew he meant it. He won't let any mission fail. Plus, it has been days since they last fucked, and he is aching to be touched too.

"Fuck." Chuuya groaned as Dazai's kisses on his skin continued to grow deeper. It will surely leave marks again that he had to cover for Mori to not take notice.

They made their way into the bed with their lips interlocking with one another, their steps messy and random.

"Strip." Dazai ordered the moment he was able to sit on the edge of the bed. Chuuya handed him a couple of things from his pocket. Cigarettes, a lighter, and a phone to put it on the bedside table. He loosens his tie as he intently watches Chuuya remove his pieces of clothing.

It's not as if it's the first time he'll see his partner undress in front of him, but Chuuya playing out a scene for him is something that he'll be a fool to miss.

The way Chuuya removes his coat in a sophisticated way, the piece of black clothing falling to the ground with a soft thump has the ability to overpower the loud thud of his partner's heart. His fingers unbuttoning his sleeves and vest at a painfully slow pace, but he does it so attractively that Dazai's loudmouth can't even complain. When he frees his hands from his gloves, revealing those fingers that Dazai wants to be caressed with. And Dazai's favorite part is when Chuuya turns his back against him to flaunt his ass while he unbuckles his belt. He even sways it side by side seductively to add more spice to the show while his pants make their way to kiss the ground until he's completely naked except for his collar. He even removes his beloved hat to make sure that every inch of him will be seen by Dazai.

"You're so fucking pretty, Chuuya." Dazai complimented as his gazes were drowned by Chuuya's pale skin, with some parts that were beautifully flushed pink.

He watched him crawl next to him on the bed, his hands reaching for the growing bulge of Dazai's pants.

"Shut up and kiss me." he answered, and their lips met each other. Kisses are sloppy and hungry for one another, drunk on each other's scent.

Chuuya's hands reached for Dazai's long sleeve polo and hastily removed the buttons one by one. While Dazai's hand gropes Chuuya's ass, slapping it from time to time and earning a groan from the ginger.

Chuuya sat on his knees and reached to unbuckle Dazai's belt and remove his pants and undergarments. Eyes glistened when it laid on the delicious sight of the brunette's dick shining with his pre-cum. He lowered his head to take him by the mouth.

He used his tongue to swirl it against the tip of Dazai's cock while his fingers were on the base, holding it still. Chuuya paid attention to the slit, grazing his tongue on it. He slowly took him in his mouth as he hollows his cheeks. His saliva makes it sloppy when he bobs his head.

"Fuck, Chuuya. You give the best blowjobs." his slender hands reached for Chuuya's head, pushing him farther down on his dick, which the other obediently followed.

He continued moving his head up and down, taking Dazai's long dick until it reached the back of his throat. "Dammit." he thrust his hips to mouthfuck Chuuya, which he happily received.