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POSSESSIVE

Ta/Tags:  Possessive Dazai, Grinding, Wall Sex, Club Sex, Possession Kink, Biting, Exhibitionism, Teasing
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Normally he could score his face into one of vague disinterest. Normally he could force his body to betray nothing. Normally he wouldn’t need to hide the deep blush of whatever he was feeling.

Alas, this was Chuuya we were speaking of and this petite mafia seemed to wriggle his way into every crease of his mask and unveil him in the loudest of ways.

This was no different.

The way those very familiar hips ground up against another pair, the way that ass swayed along to the vicious beat, the way that glorious back curved around a smaller frame of body, and the way those wondrous fingers gripped a revealed waist in front of him - it had Dazai’s blood boiling . Normally he wouldn’t care, however the body in front of his hatrack was visibly responding . From the smirk lifting plump lips (probably had surgery to get them that big) to the fingers twisting into sunset curls to pull him lower to their lips--

No.

He knew the language of eyes, could read a pair from across the room and the way they were eyeing his Chuuya was unfathomable. Perhaps Dazai needed to remind this newcomer who they were “competing” against.

Logically he knew there was no competition, that Chuuya merely wanted to dance and Dazai wasn’t tipsy enough to get up amongst a group of horny, drunk adults. But the way those eyes were seducing Chuuya... his Chuuya. To say Dazai didn’t like it would be the understatement of the year.

Chuuya knew one of the boundaries were kissing others, especially others kissing the marks lining his neck. That didn’t seem to stop this shadow-of-a-life. Those eyes only sparked as they noticed the galaxy of colors along Chuuya’s jaw and before Chuuya could react, their thumb was lifting up the edge of that beautiful jaw to place their lips against the marks and Dazai saw red .

He crossed the dancefloor in seconds , almost as if he were there the entire time. As soon as gloved hands pressed on a bare stomach to push them away, Dazai’s wrapped around a familiar waist as he propped his chin on Chuuya’s shoulder.

He gave no heed to the slight jump his partner gave, merely brushing his lips along the skin where theirs had been, a low hum vibrating his throat and the back of Chuuya’s neck. He knew his petite mafioso was sensitive to even the slightest touches and he’d be damned if he didn’t use that to his utmost advantage. Especially if it meant showing this asshole who Chuuya belonged to.

The way Chuuya leaned into Dazai’s arms, head dropping back to rest against his clavicle proved just how much he enjoyed this - if Dazai didn’t know better he’d say Chuuya played into his possessive tendencies. “Dazai…” A hand left the other’s stomach to sift into espresso curls and Dazai’s eyes seethed danger at the person before him. Cinnamon, grapes, and alcohol greeted his nose as he pulled his lips back to show his teeth gliding along the marked column before claiming the sensitive skin at Chuuya’s clavicle. The shiver that confiscated the mafioso’s body was visible even to the newcomer, their eyes narrowing as their smirk grew tenfold.

Heat coursed under Dazai’s veins.

With a mere bite and suck to the spot just under Chuuya’s ear he had red curls jerking forward only to whip around and grip the collar of the Demon’s black shirt, pulling the taller down into a ferocious kiss. Immediately his hands fell to the clothed ass before him, fingers gripping the supple muscle as he tilted his head to the left, narrowed eyes reconnecting with the gleaming ones mere feet away. Before Dazai could lose himself entirely to his inner demon, hips rolled up and that was the split second warning he received.