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You're like the sun, my sun

Tw/Tags: Dazai-Typical Suicide References, Dazai-Typical Suicide Attempts, But its incredibly brief
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Chuuya wondered how he had gotten here. Dazai's dick up his ass, his arms pinned above his head, the brown haired male's hand gripping his wrists so hard it left marks. Oh right, his little suicidal maniac of a friend had jumped off a bridge without knowing Chuuya was watching him and the ginger haired male had tried to save him. Chuuya cursed himself for wanting to let him live.

When Dazai had jumped, his companion had followed milliseconds after grabbing the bandaged hands. Not wanting Dazai to use his gift and cancel Chuuya's own one, he had said the first thing that came to his mind. Reckless or not, he had hoped it would work.

"If you let me save you, I'll let you stick your dick up my ass all night," was what he had said in the heat of the moment. He mentally slapped himself thinking about it. Why did he even want Dazai to fuck him until dawn? If he didn't want it, why would he even suggest it? Sure, he had been thinking about it a few times in the past, but he didn't think it would actually happen. All of this only because he didn't want to end up soaking wet in the river down below?

And maybe because he wanted to save his longtime crush.

He wished his arms would free up so he could slap himself, but instead of a hand on his forehead, he received a few gentle kisses on the side of his eyes, the lips belonging to none other than Dazai himself. That snapped him back to reality pretty easily.

His lips were soon pulled into a kiss, a strange feeling in his gut made him push Dazai away, the taller man's cock sliding out of him. They had been going for what? Three? Four rounds? He had stopped counting after two. Dazai had made a promise in the air. In his low voice, he had said; "I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days after."

The words repeated over and over in his head, he could still feel Dazai's breath against his ear as he had said that, the wind softly whistling around them. They had been at what? Twenty feet in the air? Thirty Maybe? It had been completely silent for a few seconds until Dazai had taken Chuuya's waist and pulled him close, whispering it in his ear. Chuuya could clearly remember blushing profusely before taking them to safety.

Dazai's voice woke him up from his daze. "Chuuya! I thought you were enjoying yourself!" he said, pouting. His hands now free from Dazai's grasp, the smaller man lifted his torso up, leaning on his arms. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his heart. It was beating so fast he thought he might die. The weird feeling in his gut stopped him from saying anything as he tried desperately to regulate his breathing. But the same feeling pushed him to shove Dazai even further from him, but before he could react, the brown haired male was pushed onto his back.

Chuuya sucked a deep breath in when his head passed a quarter of an inch away from the backboard of the bed, but a sigh of relief left his lips when his head hit the pillow instead. Fully back to reality, Chuuya placed himself over Dazai's thighs and inched himself back down on his fully erect cock.

A moan left his lips unintentionally as Dazai's member was now deeper than ever before, resting against a ball of nerves that could make him scream any second. Dazai's pants were getting louder the more time Chuuya spent without moving. Dazai's hands made their way to grip onto Chuuya's hips. There were going to be marks there too if he gripped any harder.

"Chuuya," he groaned as he tried to pull himself back up to do heaven knows what, but the ginger haired male pushed him back. Dazai's smirk grew in size by the second, and a moan left his lips when Chuuya started rolling his hips. A moan. The grip tightened on his waist as Chuuya dug his nails into Dazai's torso, where his hands had pushed him back down.