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

What If I Said Please?

The door to the bathroom creaks when Dazai opens it, and from the mirror, Chuuya can see the man walking across the washroom with a frown tugging at his eyebrows.

In an instant, the smell of Dazai's rut hits Chuuya's nose so viciously, Chuuya has to bite down a shiver that runs down his spine.

Sighing, Chuuya scoops a small amount of his moisturizer onto his finger to gently massage into his skin, his attention back on himself as he looks at the mirror in front of him to make sure he gets the lotion everywhere.

"Ready for bed?"

Dazai grunts when he stands behind Chuuya--and since he's so tall, he has to bend down so low as he wraps his arms around Chuuya's waist and rests his forehead on the redhead's shoulder.

Gently putting down his container of moisturizer on the bathroom counter, Chuuya snorts softly and reaches one hand back to card his fingers through Dazai's hair, "You okay?"

Dazai snuggles his head closer into the crook of Chuuya's neck, and when he tightens his arms around the redhead, Chuuya can feel it rubbing against his ass.

"Just tired." Dazai mumbles and he doesn't look like he has any intention of moving anytime soon.

Chuuya hums and pushes his hips back a little, eliciting a low hiss from the alpha, "I think you're more than just tired."

Because Dazai has been holding back during his rut. He claimed that he didn't want to 'hurt the chibi' so he never really got to get it all out yet.

And sure, Chuuya may not be in heat for another couple of days but, it doesn't mean that he doesn't want Dazai to use everything that he's got on him as well right now.

He can still be as horny as ever. How can he not when his mate is releasing all these pheromones that make Chuuya's head spin with so much want.

Dazai only hums, then he blows a fan of air against Chuuya's neck when he sighs, heavy and strained, "Just wanna go to bed."

Chuuya snorts, and the roll of his hips increases with intent, "I think you need something else first," Chuuya murmurs, and this time, Dazai's hands from his waist swing down to get a strong grip on Chuuya's hips to pin him in place.

Chuuya frowns, "What's wrong?"

"Not now."

From the mirror, Chuuya can see how hard Dazai is trying to hold onto him with the veins in his hands popping out, and he can feel the restraint in the man's body that's pressed against his.

Yeah. He definitely needs it now.

"And why not now?" It sounds more like a purr than a question, like he's trying to tempt Dazai and it feels like it's working with how much harder Dazai feels against the curve of his ass.

Dazai lets out a groan--the scent of his arousal is stronger now that feels like Chuuya can get intoxicated with it--and he digs his fingers into the flesh of Chuuya's skin, "Because, I--" a deep sigh leaves him and it's heavy, "I can wait until you're in heat. I don't wanna--"

"Hurt me, I know." Chuuya finishes for him, and he lowers his voice to sound more alluring when he talks, "But you won't. I know you won't."

"But I--"

"Dazai." Chuuya sighs and tries to move his hips again, this time Dazai doesn't stop it, "You're not going to be able to sleep when you're like this."