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Tw/Tags: Subspace, Edgeplay, Vibrators, Cock Rings, Praise Kink, Blowjobs, Aftercare, Bondage, Fluff and Smut

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Chuuya cards his fingers through Dazai's hair and slowly, diligently, untangles the stubborn knots at the ends. It's a lazy Sunday morning for them, so they have more than enough time to spend it in bed. The sunlight is cracking through the curtains, a sliver of warmth, and he basks in it until Dazai's hair is all soft from his brushing.

Dazai makes a sleepy sound against his chest. Chuuya chuckles and says, "Good morning."Dazai's eyelashes flutter against the sunshine. He squints, angry at the way it woke him up. "It's too early," he grumbles, then hugs him tighter."It's...eleven. Get up, you sloth.""Eleven is too early. We should sleep until three.""I'm hungry."Dazai burrows deeper into his chest. "No you're not.""Yes, yes I am."Dazai groans against him. "You're not," he mumbles.Chuuya sighs and sits up, despite the way Dazai digs his nails into his skin and gets out to make breakfast.---Dazai comes out of the bedroom with a crow's nest for hair, rumpled pajamas, and a line of drool down his face. Chuuya has to hold back his laugh, but it comes out anyway."You look ridiculous," he says, snickering, but Dazai just steals a sip from his coffee cup and grunts."What do you want for breakfast?"Dazai blinks his eyes slowly and tucks his head over the crook of Chuuya's neck. After a pause, he looks up at him and says, "I want to fuck you into subspace."Chuuya stares at Dazai, concerned. Dazai stares back, undaunted. Finally, Chuuya sighs and sets down his coffee."What the fuck."---"So you've thought of it?""It is way too early for this.""It's noon.""Not really. And it's always going to be too early to be talking about subspace."Dazai pouts. "Chuuuuuuuuyaaaaa. C'mon. Aren't you even a little bit curious?""No," he says flatly. "What a terrible idea.""What's so wrong about it?"Chuuya pokes his udon noodles and nudges the pork around. Their late-late lunch is getting cold, but Chuuya can feel his face heating up so much he could probably reheat their udon back up again.It's not that he doesn't know about it. Or think it's bad. It's just that they've never really talked about it, and it's been so long since he had to think about their trust---"Stop talking about it!" He snaps, "It's weird!""It's needed for our relationship! We have to get past stage zero!""Subspace is not stage zero, Dazai!""It's stage zero for me!""You're skewed anyway, finish your udon!""You haven't even touched yours!"Chuuya scarfs down his udon in less than five minutes, so he can have just a few minutes of peace.---Chuuya tries not to think about it. He buries himself in work as a distraction. He does his best to talk normally, and think normally. He fails.Subspace. It's driving him nuts.It wasn't something they really talked about in bed. His hands hesitate when they type out a report. He finds himself staring blankly at the whorls and waves in the wood of their dining table. Ane-san can't carry a normal conversation without him zoning out.Chuuya hates that he's curious about the idea.He hates the idea of surrendering control. Maybe that's it. Maybe that's why he doesn't like the idea; that in subspace, he's not fully conscious, not fully in control of himself. Chuuya drums his fingers against the side of his coffee cup. Dazai's still asleep. They have a few days off, so they're taking advantage of that as much as they can, and that includes sleeping like the dead.Subspace. Besides, they haven't even talked about the trust needed. That's a whole issue in and of itself.Chuuya's perplexed to find that he's terrified of it. To be in so much pleasure he won't be able to even speak; to be pumped so full of endorphins he wouldn't even feel any pain that's inflicted on him. To be unable to choose when to stop. A complete loss of control; that's what subspace was.But---("Aren't you even a little bit curious?")But he's heard good things about it, too. Wonderful things.Wonderful things....Chuuya makes up his mind.---Dazai pads over to Chuuya and, as per usual, steals a sip of his coffee. This morning, though, he's tense, with his shoulders hunched in and his arms crossed tightly against his chest. Dazai frowns."What's wrong?"Chuuya's hand trembles. "Nothing important."Dazai frowns deeper."Hey," he says, tilting up Chuuya's chin. "look at me."Chuuya doesn't. His fingers tap against the coffee mug, an obvious tell Chuuya's most definitely not okay."What's wrong?"Chuuya bites his lips. Takes another sip of coffee. Finally, he sighs and looks away. "Do you promise not to laugh?"And Chuuya is so pretty, when he's biting his lip and his cheeks tinted pink, that Dazai doesn't find it in him to laugh."Of course.""I want you to fuck me into subspace," Chuuya says as bluntly as possible. He tries to school his face into one of nonchalance. He fails.Dazai has to stifle his delight when he hugs Chuuya, but judging how Chuuya's burning, he feels it anyway.---They talk about it, then again, then again. They talk it over during breakfast. They talk about it when Chuuya's trying to get to work. They talk about it when Chuuya's trying to work."Shut up," Chuuya hisses. "Shut up about it, oh my god."Dazai grins. "No," he says, airy and teasing, "I bet it even turns you on.""I'm writing a fucking report right now, Dazai.""And?"Chuuya sighs, bone deep. "And I need to focus. Do you think I can focus on this when you're talking like this?""Nope.""...I can't believe I'm being annoyed into this."Dazai grins, unashamed. "Ah, you've caught on."---So.The plan is:They get Chuuya's blood sugar up, first, so when he comes out of subspace the backlash won't be terrible. They'll have emergency chocolate on the side, and a shit ton of water. Or juice. Juice and water.And they'll ease into it. "I don't want to hurt you," Dazai had told him, "it'd be better if we go slow.""Right," he'd said, but now that they're talking about it for the last time before the real thing happens Chuuya makes sure to re-establish some rules.He looks Dazai in the eye and says, "No blindfolds.""No blindfolds," Dazai repeats."And our safeword. Do you promise to stop when I say it?"Dazai softens. He understands where Chuuya is coming from; they'll need more than trust in order for this to work."Of course," he says gently, "I'll be on the lookout for you, partner. I won't let you get hurt."Chuuya gnaws on his bottom lip. "Right," he murmurs, "I know. I just...I dunno. It's sort of...weird to think about.""Me fucking you into subspace?""No," Chuuya says, "It's just." He weaves a hand through his hair, runs it down his face and sighs. "I'm...it's weird to trust on this, that's all," he says weakly, turning away from Dazai. "Not you. I don't...maybe I'm scared.""We don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable, Chuuya." Dazai tilts his chin up, almost tenderly. "If it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to do it at all."Chuuya huffs out a laugh. "Weren't you the one who annoyed me into this?" It's weird to see Dazai so serious, so considerate about him. It's always been weird, but it's nice."If you don't actually want to, we won't," Dazai presses. "We don't have to, Chuuya. We go at your pace, remember?"Chuuya rolls his eyes. "Stop being so considerate. It's weird."Dazai steals a quick peck off his lips. "It's a one time offer only," he says, grinning, "so don't expect it too much."---So that's where they are right now.The leather wrapped around his wrists are rough around the edges. It might be because he's tugging a little bit too hard. Dazai pauses in his binding and runs his thumb along them."Do you need me to loosen it a little bit?"Chuuya takes in a deep breath. "No.""Positive?""One hundred percent.""Okay," Dazai murmurs, "if you say so." Still, he loosens them by just a hair. His hand brushes his cheek when it comes back down."I bet," he hums, "you won't be able to last an hour when I'm edging you." His thumb strokes his lip, and then he's kissing him, slow and soft.Chuuya can taste the apple juice they took on his tongue. His eyes drift closed. Dazai still has a hint of smoke with him, and maybe a little bit of cotton candy. He knows Dazai doesn't actually taste like that, but he tastes it anyway.Their mouths move slowly. Lazily, even. Anticipation pools in his gut; Dazai slides his tongue against his and his nerves burst into flames."Let's bet on that, then," he replies, breathless. "But I'm not a teenager anymore."Dazai grins. "'Course," he says, "but you've always had a weakness for restraints."And then he's stroking him, rough hands on soft, sensitive skin, so tender that it's unnerving. Chuuya grits his teeth and hisses, "That's the best you can do?" Dazai thumbs his slit and Chuuya chokes a little bit."That's what you always say.""Because it's true.""Is it, now?" Chuuya's aware how every square inch is prickling, how Dazai's callouses scrape gently against his cock, how warm his face feels."Definitely," he gasps out, "it's---"Dazai squeezes him just a little harder, and Chuuya jerks against the leather."You're such a good boy," Dazai croons, "you're doing so good, love."Chuuya's mortified when his breathing becomes a little bit more laboured."Dirty talking is not allowed."Dazai blinks, stroking his inner thigh, keeping him open. "I thought you liked my dirty talk?" He pinches a little too close to his perineum, and Chuuya gasps."It's annoying," he pants out, "nothing but annoying.""Really?" Dazai's hands trace up his thighs, his stomach, and rests a palm against his face. "You're all red. I think you're enjoying my dirty talk.""I'm always red," he gasps out. Dazai laughs and says,"Only when you're flustered.""Who isn't red when they're flustered?"Dazai snickers. "Me." Chuuya rolls his eyes and groans out,"Get on with it."Chuuya squirms against the way Dazai holds his thighs open, but Dazai holds him down and he tries his best not to buck up into his hands. Dazai presses down harder on him when he does and Chuuya has to bite back a mewl.Dazai shushes him and leans down to suck bruises on the base of his neck. He does it slowly, with care, until there's a necklace of red and purple trailing from his neck to his torso."You're slow today," Chuuya pants out. Dazai moves on to his nipples, biting them, and Chuuya nearly chokes."Just wanted to pamper you.""You can pamper me by fucking me right about now."Dazai hums around his nipple. His hands fumble around the bed for the bottle of lube. He uncaps it, pours a good amount on his fingers, and Chuuya has to look away. Dazai goes back to his throat, and says, "But you look good when you're being pampered." Only except it goes unnoticed, because Dazai stretches out his rim with his fingers, his stupid glorious fingers, and that finally makes Chuuya moan.Dazai's eyes brighten. Chuuya wants to snap at him, but Dazai goes back down to sucking at his chest so he forgets what he was going to say anyway. Instead, he just groans and whimpers when Dazai slides the tip of his finger in and out, circles his rim, and---Slides his finger in, slowly, so gentle Chuuya wonders if Dazai is okay in the head right now. He trembles, feels his back bow, but mostly it's just heat, just heat and that pinpoint of focus he can't ignore even if he tried."Beautiful," Dazai croons, "you look so good like this."And Chuuya's never going to be that big on dirty talk, okay? But Dazai's voice is husky, a tad teasing, and Chuuya somewhat melts into the leather."One more," he gasps out. "Give me one more." It's uncomfortable, but it's not, and when Dazai adds another finger in---without him begging for it---Chuuya gasps out in pleasure and surprise.It's only two fingers. It's only two fingers, but right now it's his world, how skin brushes against skin, how Dazai lets him widen his hips so he can get a better angle. He pushes back against the fingers, and Dazai's laugh rumbles against his chest. He lets Chuuya rock back on his fingers, staring at his face---flushed cheeks, closed eyes, pink lips---with an almost smug, satisfied look on his face.He adds another. Chuuya whines. Dazai crooks them against that little bump, and Chuuya's hips jerk so wildly that Dazai has to press down on his stomach so he doesn't get knocked off. Chuuya's full-on panting now, groaning and mewling and looking so good Dazai doesn't even have to jerk himself off."Please," he groans, "gimme your fucking hand, I---ah---swear to God---"Dazai doesn't. He crooks his fingers back up again, and Chuuya lets out a high pitched moan. He does it again, and again, until Chuuya's trembling against him, until Chuuya can't do anything but lie back and go with the flow.He's close. Dazai knows he's close, with how he's breathing, and how he has that look in the eye that tells him he's just barely hanging on.Dazai stops. Chuuya mewls, frustrated, and looks back at him, eyes suddenly so much clearer. "What the fuck," he snarls, as Dazai crawls off of him and sits back on his knees. "What the fuck, I thought I was going to be pampered?"Dazai smiles. It's a cruel smile, all sweet and nice, but he looks mischievous and Chuuya's always hated that smile, because it means he's up to shit."Here's what I'm going to do," Dazai murmurs, and it comes out throaty and deep and half a growl. He picks back up the lube and squeezes out a few good drops, warming it between his fingers. "I'm going to edge you until you can't handle it anymore, and then I'm going to watch you fall apart." He parts Chuuya's thighs even more, all the way, and Chuuya's cock twitches when he feels his breath.Chuuya swallows, suddenly still. He feels like he's just barely hanging on already, and Dazai's planning on edging him? Really? (He ignores how his cock twitches.)"Bring it on," he says instead, "I bet I'll last so much longer than you."Dazai's laugh is full of mirth. He bites his thighs, the part just close enough to his balls, and the sharp little pain doesn't do anything except add on to the fire licking in his veins. "The goal for you is subspace, love," and then Dazai's mouth is on him, wet and warm and tight."Fuck," Chuuya groans, and he desperately wishes that his hands weren't bound right now, but Dazai looks at him, all authoritative, so he tries his best to stop pulling at it.Dazai's mouth pops off of him and whispers, "Beautiful." Chuuya doesn't moan, not really, but he comes pretty close to one. Dazai sucks him off until Chuuya's positive he'll fall right off the edge, until his toes tingle and he hears himself getting louder---Dazai stops. Chuuya whines. Dazai smiles and just licks at his ass, at his perineum, while he waits for Chuuya to drift from his high, just enough so he'll be more aware of himself. The he slides something cold and heavy in---"Did you just---" He stops a groan coming out of his throat--- "Did you just slide a butt plug into me?!""A vibrator," Dazai corrects, and Chuuya wants to kick him when he uses that tone, "And now..." He takes a cock ring--already slicked up (when did he have the time to do this??)--and slides it right to his base.Chuuya pants out, "This does not feel like pampering.""You've just never felt actual good pampering," Dazai murmurs next to him, and there's a wistful tone under it. "Just trust me. You know I won't let you fall for too long.""Only when it's life threatening," Chuuya snaps back, but it's weak and really less of a snap than a moan.Dazai pouts, turning the vibrator on to a low buzz. Chuuya gasps; squirms around; his hips buck down and Dazai watches in fascination, at how wild he looks.He's gorgeous like this.He's gorgeous, when he whimpers after Dazai smacks his ass to bring him back from actually cumming, even with the cock ring on, gorgeous when his feet kick against the sheets in hazy frustration. Gorgeous when Chuuya turns to him and mewls, "Please."Dazai smiles. "Please...?""Let me cum, asshole. Please." Chuuya's thighs press together, but the cock ring won't let him go, and the vibrator just makes everything worse. Or better. No, it's definitely worse. Every inch of skin burns, buzzes; Chuuya feels himself throb and he whines.Dazai turns up the vibration and swats his ass. The pain nearly tips Chuuya over, but he can't, he can't cum, just moan and drip onto the sheets. He's losing his mind. Chuuya bites back a sob, because he can't fight against it, but he finds himself getting swept up by the riptide anyway.He wants to let go.He can't let go, but he's losing his mind, and all that he's feeling is pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. The knot in his stomach just tightens, and tightens, and tightens---Dazai takes a moment to bring himself back together. The tears in Chuuya's eyes definitely aren't helping him, or the flush all the way down to his chest, or the way he looks so utterly wrecked."But you're beautiful like this, love," he whispers, "I'm so proud of you for being able to hold on for so long. Just a little more."Chuuya struggles out, "I really can't, I---please---"Dazai smacks his ass a little harder. The pain only pushes him further. Chuuya moans, jerks against the leather. Dazai just strokes him, making Chuuya nearly cry, and murmurs, "You're being so perfect. All of this pressure; you look beautiful when you're not thinking. Doing so well."Chuuya whines. He's really going to be so far gone when he comes he's a little scared, but mostly he's losing himself and the lack of control is the last thing on his mind. "Dazai," he whimpers, "Dazai.""Yes, love?"Chuuya tries to hold his tears back. Dazai peppers his face with kisses, lets him grind against him, slow and lethargic. Every part of him buzzes, and the knot in his stomach won't untie itself no matter what he does. It just drags him further and further into pleasure, but Chuuya can't think of ways to fight it, not when he's so on the edge he can't feel it anymore. "Do you need to stop?" He asks, but Chuuya shakes his head and forces out,"I---ah---can't stop---let me go---"Dazai kisses him slowly and steadily. It's so tender, but Chuuya can't reciprocate, not when he's busy moaning.Dazai rubs his perineum and Chuuya's almost surprised he can still tip his head back and cry out. Every time he rubs it Chuuya lights up, and he knows if he falls he'll really fall. "You're doing so good," Dazai pants against his mouth, "I'm so proud of you for being able to hold on for so long, love. You're always worrying about others; worry about yourself for once, no?"Chuuya's not prepared at all for what Dazai is whispering into his ear, but he could nearly cry. "Just trust me," Dazai promises, "You know I'll always catch you. I'll fuck you back together myself; so don't do anything but just let go, okay?"Dazai turns up the vibration and starts stroking him, all lube-slicked and rough calluses and teetering on the edge of pain. Just the way he likes it. Chuuya barely nods, and then Dazai takes off the cock ring.Chuuya spills. The knot that's been tightening snaps; Chuuya comes so hard he sees planets. Chuuya comes so hard he can't breathe for a good few seconds, just sobs silently and spasms and shivers as he flies. Is this what subspace feels like? Because it's intense, nothing but pleasure and more pleasure, and he's sure he won't ever be able to come down from this.He's barely there. Dazai hums, satisfied, but Chuuya can barely hear him. He feels Dazai massage his wrists, sweaty and rubbed raw, apply some sort of cool gel, but he doesn't feel that either. He's just floating.Dazai's voice floats in from somewhere. "You were gorgeous, love," he hears, and then Dazai's finally fucking into him, a single smooth thrust.Chuuya's so sensitive he can't do anything but shiver and silently cry. Dazai cradles him against his chest, and then he's pounding him. Chuuya feels himself climb higher and higher, and now he's sure he'll never come down.Chuuya barely feels his orgasm(s?). He just floats, and floats, and everything Dazai does is just another spark of pleasure.Dazai smiles as Chuuya lies limply against him, tight, shivering, mewling and letting a few tears slide down his cheeks. He's so sensitive that Dazai can make him cum simply by tweaking a nipple and growling into his ear. He fucks him through a few more orgasms and Chuuya barely makes a sound, just whimpers and arches around him.He's beautiful like this, with all of the stress and pain he's endured washed away into pleasure."One more," Dazai growls, "Cum." And it's really not helping Chuuya at all, because he tips over the edge again with hardly a whimper.It's just a bright flash of pleasure in the nebula he's in, but he's not counting. He's past that stage now, and all he can do is try to breathe as Dazai fucks him.He's not even aware of half of the sounds he makes, just that it feels good, mind blowing even, so good he's sure his bones have unravelled into nothing but marrow. The nebula he's in wraps itself around his head, nothing but bliss."Dazai," he tries to say, but it comes out as an unintelligible whine. He can't think. Dazai watches as Chuuya twitches around him, as he squirms gently on his cock. He's so out of it that when Dazai bites a hickey he spasms around him with hardly a gasp. Dazai's fairly sure he comes dry, but he's not going to ask when he was counting anyway.Finally, Dazai comes with a bite around Chuuya's shoulder. When he pulls away, Chuuya looks so exhausted, so out of it, Dazai can't help but feel a little protective.He's just a puddle of pleasure, and when Dazai scoops him up he doesn't even register it. He runs a bath, grabs a towel, some chocolate and juice and heads to the bathroom.He doesn't let go of Chuuya the whole time.---"Back?""Mm." Dazai presses a piece of chocolate against his mouth. Chuuya opens his mouth and Dazai kisses him, slow and sweet."You were so good for me," He says, "Thank you."Chuuya sighs. Dazai presses him closer, massaging out any sore parts, and Chuuya just lets them be.He wants to say, "Thank you" back, or maybe "I actually really liked it," but he's still trying to bring his mind back down so he just lets Dazai feed him chocolate and sips of juice.Dazai brushes back his hair. "You were lovely. We're going to go back to bed once you're ready, and we'll cuddle and fall asleep."Chuuya tries to nod. He sips some juice. And water. And juice. And water, again."Mmkay," he yawns, and Dazai just laughs softly and holds him closer.By the time they're in bed, the chocolate's finished, and so is the juice. Dazai changes the sheets and Chuuya almost nods off."Thank you," he murmurs, "subspace isn't so bad, I guess."Dazai presses a kiss against his mouth; forehead; cheeks. "You were beautiful.""You've already said that.""Doesn't matter."Chuuya burrows further into Dazai's chest and they sleep.---"What? Why are you staring at me like that?"Dazai stares at the coffee cup. "I want to fuck you into subspace.""Again?!""Yeah."Chuuya sighs. "We literally fucked over the kitchen counter like, last night."Dazai pouts. Wraps his arms around him and whines, "But Chuuuuyaaaa! You were so cute in subspace!"

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