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

Once in a Lifetime

Tw/Tags: Smut, Fluff, Birthday Sex
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Chuuya came home after a tiring day of work. It was supposed to be his day off today. Supposed to. The mafia had become extra busy today and he had no choice but to help. It was all worth it though because of the birthday party they threw at the end of the day. Chuuya managed to end up bringing a ton of boxes home.

"Welcome home, chibi!" Dazai greets the petite male. "I hope you're not too full. I cooked us dinner," the brunet says.

"Are you sure this isn't going to cause me food poisoning?" Chuuya jokes. He knew how good of a cook Dazai is. He had to take cooking classes because his friend told him to.

Dazai gasps dramatically. "And cause suffering for both of us?! Of course not! I'm baffled at the fact you'd ever think I'd do such a thing, Chuuya!" The brunet walked around the boxes of presents Chuuya got. "Even more alcohol, hm? You're definitely not getting taller— Oh! Look! One of your female subordinates bought you two pairs of heeled shoes! I guess they wanted to at least see the chibi get a bit taller?"

Chuuya's eye twitched as he threw a teaspoon at Dazai. "What is with you and my height, shitty Dazai?!" They started arguing back and forth, mostly because of Dazai's teasing. They finished their dinner after half an hour of bickering. They both sat on the couch, Chuuya leaning against Dazai as they talked about what happened at work.

This had become a normal routine for them now. It felt so domestically normal that they didn't question it. They went along with it. Chuuya and Dazai couldn't ask for anything more.

"Chibi," Dazai calls out. Chuuya's eyebrow was raised. "What the hell do you want now?"

"I live for you," he whispers into the red head's ear. Chuuya's eyes widened, as he turns around to stare at Dazai's face. He studied the brunet's face, eyes filled with tears. "W-what?"

"I live for you. And I want to continue doing that for the rest of our damned lives," Dazai says seriously. He gingerly held Chuuya's face, wiping his cheeks from the silver droplets falling from his lover's eyes. "Marry me," Dazai whispered softly. It felt so fucking wrong to say no.

Long gloved fingers grasped chestnut brown locks. They pulled at it as their owner feverishly kissed the owner of chestnut hair. The brunet's hands travelled down to hold the sangrian red's hips, his lips seemingly wanting to keep themselves against the other's. Chuuya shivered, feeling Dazai's cold hands slip under his shirt to touch at his skin. Despite how cold his fingers were, they left hot trails against Chuuya's porcelain body. He gasps, as Dazai's lips pulled away from his only to attach themselves against his neck. He tilts it to the side to give the taller male space to leave his marks. Chuuya moans when the brunet sucks against a tender spot on his neck. His body slightly arches into Dazai's, craving more. He needed more. He pulls at Dazai's hair to stop him from assaulting his neck. He smirks, pushing his partner's head down, enough that he can kiss his lips once more. Their lips moulded against each other, his body craving to be closer to Dazai's. He wanted to be his again, and again, and again.

He could feel Dazai's hands pull away from his skin, instead, deciding to start taking off his clothes. He lets him do so. He felt the slight chill of the wind hit his now bare top. He moans, feeling Dazai's cold fingers touch his pert nipples. He leans towards the touch, his breathing hard after they pulled away from the kiss.

He looks up, staring at Dazai's dark eyes, he smirks. The normally caramel brown eyes were tinted with red, lust and awe swirling around. One of his hands slowly moved so they wrapped his arm around the other's nape.

With his upper body out for all of Dazai to see, the brunet started touching him more, leaving a burning trail with his fingers, lips and tongue. He heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and felt hands undo his pants. Moments later, Chuuya was fully exposed. He felt his body fall onto a bed, his hands on the sides of his head. He could almost see how he probably looked like to Dazai. A masterpiece, the brunet had often told him. Chuuya's sangrian hair was undone and fell in waves around his head on the bed. He could smell the soft scent of camellia petals all around him that Dazai had prepared on the bed. He stares at his partner, eyes dark with lust. A hand reaches down to touch his pale cheek. Chuuya smiles, leaning against it. He kisses the palm before it pulled away from him.