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

Testing the Waters

Tw/Tags: Panties, Praise Kink
Sometimes I want to cry, that's just what the thing is but damn </3

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It was just supposed to be a joke. A little teasing to lighten the mood after the awful day they had had. Dazai and Chuuya arrived at Dazai's safe house with poor Chuuya covered in disgusting muck from their latest fight. Dazai, being by far the cleaner of the two, conceded the first shower without prompting while Chuuya grumbled his thanks.

Dazai even generously left a bundle of clean clothes by the bathroom door with what he thought would be a funny surprise that would give Chuuya something to have a nice rage and banter about, lifting his spirits. Settling in a chair, Dazai waited for the fireworks.

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Hearing the water turn off, Dazai smirked to himself imagining Chuuya's initial reaction but when no yell came Dazai frowned.

A light cough from the doorway had Dazai whipping his head round to see Chuuya standing there with his compact, muscular body bare and damp save for a pair of bright red panties.

They were a confection of silk and lace with a line of ruffles contrasting nicely with Chuuya's pale skin. His sparse body hair only served to make the sight all the more tempting. Dazai's mouth went impossibly dry as his blood headed south.

All he could manage was a dry rasp barely above a whisper, "Chibi."

Finally tearing his eyes from his partner's delectable body, Dazai looked Chuuya in the eyes and caught his look of smug satisfaction before he said lightly, "Yes, mackerel?"

The teasing challenge in his partner's voice spurred Dazai up off the chair and into Chuuya's space, crowding him back against the door jam.

"Chuuya," rumbled out of Dazai's throat questioningly with his hands not quite touching. Chuuya arched off the jam pressing into Dazai in one long sensuous roll.

"What? Don't you like them, Dazai?" Chuuya all but purred, locking eyes with his partner.

With a growl, Dazai closed the scant distance between them, sweeping his hands down Chuuya's flanks and pulling him into a searing kiss. It was wet and hot as Dazai pressed Chuuya back against the doorway all the while running his hands along the frilly edges of the panties.

"Fuck, chibi," Dazai said with feeling when he pulled back for air, "You're so fucking pretty."

Dazai promptly kissed away the stunned look that that declaration brought, before tearing himself away from Chuuya completely.

Confusion had barely registered on Chuuya's face before Dazai was on his knees sliding his hands up Chuuya's legs settling on his thighs with his thumbs caressing just under the hem of his panties.

Dazai locked eyes with Chuuya once more before pressing his face to the red fabric straining to contain Chuuya's erection.

Chuuya let out a moan as Dazai breathed warm, moist air into the crotch of his panties before mouthing at his cock through the fabric.

"Oh God, Dazai," moaned Chuuya as he brought up his hands, threading his fingers into Dazai's hair.

Finally, Dazai worked his way up to the darkened patch where Chuuya's precum had soaked into the panties and laved at the spot with his tongue earning a sharp, appreciative tug on his hair. Dazai hummed and then sucked fully at the head drawing a taste of Chuuya through the fabric all while holding Chuuya's hips steady so that he could not buck into his mouth.

"Please, Dazai. Please," Chuuya begged as Dazai pulled away again, batting his partner's hands away before seizing his hips and flipping him around.

"Not until I've had my fill of you in these panties," Dazai rejoindered with a smirk which was met with a huffed laugh until he leaned in and nipped at the nearest buttcheek.