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Tw/Tags: Dom/sub, Dubious Consent, Exhibitionism, Alternate Universe - Dazai Osamu Remains with the Port Mafia, Port Mafia Boss Dazai Osamu, Hand Jobs
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Dazai sank deeper into the leather armchair and stared absentmindedly into some spot on the wall across from him – the cool glass of whiskey all but forgotten about aside from the firm grip his fingers held onto it with.

Paris was beautiful, lively – everything Chuuya had promised it would be. Though the circumstances were anything but. Tending to the relationships the Port Mafia in particular has with France's ability user organizations was so horribly tedious. Dazai hated nothing more than leaving his office, wishing to simply lock himself away from the world with his most precious executive by his side, of course. Alas, there were important people he had to meet. Matter of fact, they were so important that it actually forced Dazai to make an appearance personally.

Dazai rolled his eyes with a low sigh, bringing the rim of the glass to his lips and humming at the burn that overcame his tongue and poured down his throat.

Inside the bathroom, the water stopped running and Dazai couldn't help but smile against the glass. One could say the only merit this trip has was that it put Chuuya in a merry mood. Dazai could always use that to his advantage, so in a way, there was something good about accepting this task. Actually, in some twisted way, nostalgia bloomed in the dark webs of his chest, pulling at what might have once been his heartstrings.

Double Black used to do stuff like this all the time. Traveling to distant countries, without even speaking the language properly, and residing in lavish hotels while they had drowned themselves in expensive liquor and had relished in the adrenalin such missions evoked in them.

But that time had long passed.

Dazai placed the glass onto the small glass table in front of him. At the same time, Chuuya unlocked the door and walked into the living room with a white bathrobe shielding his body from Dazai's greedy eyes.

As Chuuya walked past Dazai and let himself fall onto the soft couch, Dazai caught the note of vanilla and honey in the air.

"Are you already ready for bed?" Dazai's tone sounded amused, one leg crossed over the other as he tilted his head to face Chuuya properly. The sun had long set and yet the nightlife outside carried on.

Chuuya's response was nothing more than a mumble. "This place got any wine?" Droplets of water kept gliding down his face and chest, falling from the long tips of his hair. He stood up, not waiting for Dazai's reply and paced towards the mini fridge, opening it only to reveal a multitude of wine bottles stored inside.

Dazai's gaze followed Chuuya's every movement.

Chuuya let out a low whistle, glancing back at Dazai with a cocked brow and a daring smirk. "Someone was busy it seems."

Dazai moved to pour himself another glass. "I thought you would appreciate it."

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It had started like it usually did. With Chuuya in Dazai's lap, their mouths inseparable with Dazai trying to swallow every sound Chuuya was making, their hands roaming each other's bodies like it was the first time all over again.

The taste of the wine was smooth on Chuuya's tongue, Dazai groaned at the familiarity of it and out of some old reflex, pulled Chuuya that much closer to himself. They had moved from the armchair, to the couch and then to the bedroom. Entangled in the sheets and with only the window to Dazai's right serving as a source of light.

Chuuya had been smart enough to reach for the bottle of lube they'd put on the nightstand, though Dazai laid it aside for later.

Dazai hastily opened the loosely tied robe just as Chuuya pushed the already unbuttoned shirt over Dazai's shoulders. Allowing Chuuya a moment to catch his breath, Dazai moved from his jaw to his throat. The lack of a collar was igniting a carnal desire to mark his dearest up in a far more primal show of possession. And so, without thinking twice about it or giving Chuuya a heads up, Dazai dug his teeth into the soft flesh of the juncture between throat and neck, before moving up and leaving behind a trail of glaring red love bites. Sucking on the sweet skin and relishing in the guttural groans Dazai could feel under his lips.