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An Endless Reverie

Tw/Tags: Praise Kink, Mirror Sex, Dirty Talk, Bathroom Sex
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Dazai has always thought of Chuuya as beautiful. One of the natural laws of life; the grass is green, the sky is blue and Chuuya Nakahara is the most gorgeous man to ever grace Earth. A God among men.

Yet, it hits him now, in this very moment, just how true that statement is. Ruining Chuuya isn't enough right now. He can't possible convey his admiration through words or actions.

But there is one language they both understand and know well. One language Dazai is comfortable with sharing.

"Look at yourself, Chuuya." Dazai's raspy, low voice whispers into Chuuya's ear. "Look at the beautiful mess I've made of you "

He gulps and his hands grip the bathroom counter a little tighter. Chuuya moves his head to look up into the mirror and his face burns at the completely debauched, albeit arousing, sight he's met with.

Chuuya is currently letting Dazai fuck him against the bathroom counter in his own apartment. It's disgusting but that's what makes it so thrilling. Dazai makes him do the stupidest of things.

When he finally locks eyes with himself in the mirror, he can't help the way he clenches around Dazai and murmurs a quiet "Fuck," not with that flushed and desperate look on his face. Not when he can see the sweat coating his own skin, or how possessively Dazai holds onto him.

Dazai fucks into his prostate with a familiar ease. Chuuya whines greedily.

"You're taking me so well. You'll take anything I give you, won't you?" Desperation seeps through Dazai's voice so easily in times like these.

Chuuya moans at the approval, "Yes, yes. Anything." He turns to look at Dazai but he's quickly forced to look back in the mirror by a rough hand.

"No. I want you to watch as I ruin you. Watch as I turn you into nothing but my obedient little cockslut," Chuuya's cock twitches at the petname, "I know you'll do well for me, Chuuya. Be good and listen to me." His voice is like honey and Chuuya is addicted.

He wants to say something, anything, but whatever witty comeback he has dies at the back of his throat when Dazai thrusts just a little faster. Chuuya whimpers and he fucks back onto Dazai's cock. He's mesmerised by himself as he looks in the mirror; the pathetic lidded look of his eyes, his reddened face and swollen lips. Ginger hair frames his face messily and his neck is littered in purple and red hues.

Dazai's looking at Chuuya in the mirror and it heats up his gut. To know that Dazai is enjoying this too, enjoying how utterly wrecked Chuuya is.

"Aren't you just a pretty little thing?" Dazai compliments, full of adoration. Chuuya shudders at how quick Dazai is to praise him. "So, so pretty. Such a beautiful man falling apart all because of my cock. I can die happy with this, you know." He's so smug about it but Chuuya can't bring himself to be all too upset about it. Not with how fondly Dazai says it. Not with how those words messed with his brain, how those words left him to liquify in Dazai's hands.

Chuuya whines against the brutal pace of Dazai. Bruising pace and a bruising grip.

His mouth falls open in a silent moan and drool quickly falls out of his mouth and his breath comes quick.

He watches himself intently, so intently he almost misses one of Dazai's hands coming to play with his nipples. He whines openly as Dazai tugs at the sensitive nub casually.

It's a lewd sight but Chuuya can't tear his eyes away from the mirror. He can see how his dick bobs along with each of Dazai's thrusts. He whines and he can feel the coil in his gut getting tighter.

"D-Dazai, I'm gonna come," Chuuya mutters.

Suddenly, Dazai pulls out. Chuuya whimpers in protest.

"What the fuck?" He complains and is turning to confront Dazai about his lost orgasm because God his cock aches but then,

"I wanna hear you beg, Chuuya." Dazai breathes out, arousal bleeding through into his voice. "I wanna hear how much you want this, how much you want me. Then I'll let you cum, yeah? I know you can do it, Chuuya. For me." Dazai's voice is sickly sweet.

Chuuya swallows, thickly, and sits there in silence for a good few moments. He considers just jerking himself off, and actually tries to, but Dazai is quick to grab his hand and pin it to his back. Of course the bastard isn't letting him cum unless he cums on his cock. That's exactly the sick, twisted thing Dazai would do.

So maybe he just wants to cum, because the quiet "P-please..." he lets out betrays all the pride and ego he has built up over the years.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Dazai teases and Chuuya can feel the tip of his cock against his rim. A promise. Fuck.

"I said please, you sick fuck!" Chuuya cries, "Just let me cum, please, please. I've been good just like you've asked me to so Dazai please-" he pleads and cuts himself off with a gasp and broken moan. Dazai finally, finally, thrusts his cock back inside of him and Chuuya shivers at the feeling.

Chuuya whines and whimpers at the sudden pleasure washing over his body from Dazai's pounding into his prostate. He rocks onto Dazai's dick, desperate to take anything, and Dazai gives him it all and more.

Dazai groans, "My good boy. So obedient, you're so good. Fuck." It's mindless babbling but it makes Chuuya's heart pound all the same. It makes Chuuya's dick leak pre-cum all the same, erection twitching at the praise.

Chuuya looks at himself in the mirror, and watches just how animalistically Dazai fucks into him, how Chuuya's just arching his back and taking it.

He's quick to cum then, shuddering and trembling against the bathroom counter as his knuckles turn pale-white and he moans a broken symphony of Dazai's name. White splatters across the bathroom counter and the mirror and his hole twitches around Dazai's dick.

Pleasure quickly fades away to overstimulation and Chuuya whimpers. Dazai's shivering against Chuuya's back before cumming, whining and bucking into the tight heat of Chuuya.

It takes a while for the aftershocks of Dazai's orgasm to really make its way through his body, and by then Chuuya just wants to get that sticky mackerel off of his back and shower.

"I'm never letting you do this again," Chuuya complains.

Dazai just smirks. Sly bastard.

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