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Tease

Tw/Tags: Strip TeasePole, DancingDirty, DancingLight, Bondage, Established Relationship, Soukoku | Double Black (Bungou Stray Dogs)
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Dazai moaned. Chuuya was trying to kill him; he was certain of it. His partner wasn't messing around—this time. Struggling, Dazai pulled at the ropes against his arms, feeling the burn as he twisted.

"Chuuya~! Why is chibi being so mean ?" Dazai whined, hopping the chair forward, his eyes wide with pleading.

"Idiot , Dazai," Chuuya said lowly, placing a boot on top of Dazai's chest, applying his ability to give more push. "Stay. Put."

Shivering, Dazai nodded. That tone. He knew that tone —Chuuya's voice was like sex wrapped in chocolate, drizzled with the finest wine.

Licking his lips, he watched Chuuya sway back and forth. Yes, he was certain now. The hat rack was going to kill him by heart attack.

Gulping, Dazai's eyes widened as music filled the room, the beating dropping.

Chuuya... Oh! Dear God. This was torture!

Chuuya grinned widely, swaying his hips to the music. Slowly, he moved to center of the room, making sure to cant his hips with the beat. Licking his lips, the executive spun around, parting his feet. Turning his head halfway, he dropped his backside, popping it outwards as the beat dropped, his red locks swaying under his fedora.

Tipping his hat, he spun back around, running his gloved hand over his body, snapping his hips with the music. The executive dragged his hand upwards slowly—making sure to let his crisp white shirt ride up, exposing his taut stomach to Dazai's view. Humming, Chuuya slowly pulled his glove off with his teeth before tossing it into his partner's face.

"Chuuya~!"

Smirking, Chuuya wiggled his body sensually. He let loose a moan while running his hand downwards, popping each button loose and letting his shirt flare open. Dazai's sharp intake of breath was his reward as spun on his heel. Teasingly, the redhead turned his face to the side, worrying his bottom lip as he dropped down low, popping his hips in beat with the music.

"Ma petite mafia, so cruel!"

Sliding his feet back and forth, Chuuya bent his leg forward, going down with the music before popping back up. Grinning wickedly, he pulled his fedora off; never missing a beat as he tossed it to settle on Dazai's head. Chuuya sauntered towards the center, dropping his ass in time with music. Facing his partner, the executive gave a wicked smile—full of dark promises—before grabbing the metal pole in the center of the room with his leather gloved hand.

Twisting himself upwards, Chuuya locked his legs around the pole, leaning his head back locking his blue eyes with brown blown with desire. Flicking his tongue against his lips, Chuuya moaned, using his freehand to slip into his leather clad pants, using only his sheer strength to keep upon the pole.

"Chuuya," his partner moaned unabashedly, trying desperately to hop the chair forward, tears running down his face in awe. "Please. "

Chuuya groaned; Dazai was beautiful when he was begging.

The executive canted his hips upwards in time with the lyrics, letting his hand travel upwards, flicking a hardened nipple before swinging himself upwards in a complex move. Locking himself around the pole, Chuuya began to grind himself against the pole, gasping wantonly.

"Fuck," Dazai panted, straining his wrist against the bite of the rope—only stopping when a dagger embed itself into the floor nearly hitting his toe.