Chuuya prided himself on his stamina, truly, but after four orgasms within two hours, he’s starting to doubt himself. His entire body is singing with pleasure, but exhaustion is accompanying it, having sank into his muscles and now his bones after what feels like forever ago. His vision is slightly blurred around the edges, but not that it matters, since his eyes seem to be closed more than they are open, though he can’t seem to even remember shutting them by the time he blinks. His throat feels hoarse too, from moaning repeatedly. It’s a selcouth sensation, seeing as he usually isn’t one to be so vocal in bed as to that point.
He can tell Dazai seems to take pride in that of course, seems to take pride in all of this at the moment. Speaking of his annoying ass ex-partner, Chuuya fully blames him for all of what’s led up til now. He’d been obnoxiously insistent on the two of them sharing this new wine he’d gotten, something about it being a supposed aphrodisiac. While Chuuya hardly bought the idea — it was most likely some marketing ploy that liquor stores put out around Valentine’s Day to get some horny fools to rack up their sales — it seemed to work plenty for Dazai.
The brunette’s always bordered on insatiable when it came to sex, but this is a new length even for him. They’d originally started their night with Chuuya pinning him to the bed and fucking him stupid, but Dazai had recovered faster than Chuuya could anticipate. He found himself unable to keep up before long, and soon found himself here, pinned under the latter with him bouncing at a steady pace on his cock.
Dazai’s dressed utterly sinful too, clad in thigh highs and a red plaid skirt. He’d been wearing a black turtleneck sweater with it, but that’s long since been thrown over his head into the void space of their shared bedroom. All he wears now is his binder, having forgone his bandages as well. It’s an unspoken sign of trust, one that they’ve shared for seven years now, but Chuuya appreciates it all the same.
His thighs, though bare of his usual bandages, are slicked with a mix of sweat, Dazai’s own arousal, and Chuuya’s cum. It’s an utter blessing that Dazai’s infertile and on the pill because otherwise at this rate, they’d most definitely be risking a pregnancy. Chuuya’s sure he doesn’t look much better, (though the damn mackerel still somehow manages to look more composed than him) with his own body sporting a variety of scratches, hickeys, and bites.
Noticing his mind must’ve wandered, Dazai drops down on Chuuya’s cock hard, ripping a particularly loud moan out of his abused throat. He throws his head back, a strangled gasp following it while he writhed under him.
“Chibi isn’t paying attention to me!” Dazai whines, petulant as ever. His grip on the redhead’s wrists tightens.
“It’s kinda impossibly to p-pay attention to anything else, bastard,” Chuuya grits out between his teeth. It’s a challenge in its own just to form a proper sentence, his brain feeling fogged and hazy even as he tries to force his way through it.
“But you are!” The lanky brat argues. “I can see the smoke coming out of your ears while your tiny brain thinks.”
Chuuya’s mouth opens in an instant to retort, but it proves to be a mistake because Dazai takes the opportunity to roll his hips, cunt squeezing deliciously around his cock. It catches him off guard and he thrusts up on impulse which Dazai takes in stride, rocking against him with moan which would put a porn star to shame. He rips his hands from his boyfriend’s grip, clutching onto his hips instead as his stamina seems to return in full force.
He fucks up into Dazai with abandon, helpless in the onslaught of desperate pleasure that takes him by surprise. Dazai let’s his head fall back, exposing his thoroughly marked throat and fuck, he’s stunning. Chuuya’s breath hitches but it doesn’t stop him, using his hold on those slender hips to pull Dazai down into every brutal thrust he gives, making the other cry out when the head of his cock strikes that spot inside him that makes his entire body spasm.
“Fuck, baby, there! Right there!” Dazai’s voice instructs him through Chuuya’s empty head. He complies dumbly, guided only by his lover’s words and the way he can feel his cunt tightening.
Chuuya’s losing rhythm and he knows he’s close, can feel the knot in his stomach growing with the mounting arousal that floods through his veins. Dazai must be too, because he’s riding Chuuya like he’s forgotten how to do anything else.
“I can- ah, feel you throbbing inside me,” Dazai whimpers — fucking whimpers, Chuuya’s going to lose his damn mind. “Are you close?”
Chuuya nods frantically and Dazai’s only response is another sultry moan, trembling hands reaching down and Chuuya forces his gaze to follow the movement. It’s a mistake, a horrible mistake. Dazai’s slender fingers grab the hem of his skirt, lifting it up and giving the redhead a wonderful view of his cock disappearing then reappearing repeatedly inside his boyfriend’s pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” he mumbles stupidly.
And then the knot snaps.
Stars burst forth unrestrained from behind Chuuya’s eyelids and he’s vaguely aware that he’s still fucking Dazai through his orgasm. He can’t even make a sound other than chanting Dazai’s name until his voice dies out as he becomes breathless, and everything seems to blank for a moment. When he finally comes back to reality, his ears are ringing slightly and his vision is blurred once more. It clears after a brief moment, and all he can hear is his own ragged breathing as well as Dazai’s.
His entire body feels boneless, but it’s good, so good. Dazai has slumped against him, forehead resting against his collarbone and he can feel his hot breaths against his skin. Lazily, Chuuya lifts his hand, threading his fingers through his hair. He hears the appreciative groan the other lets out and smiles a bit, his own panting gradually slowing into muted breaths again.
“You good?” The ginger murmurs, still petting his boyfriend.
“I.. am perfect,” Dazai answers, and his voice sounds utterly wrecked. Chuuya’s chest swells with pride. “I think that’s… That’s probably one of the best rounds of sex we’ve ever had.”
Chuuya snorts, rolling his eyes with what little energy he has left. “Speak for yourself, asshole. My dick feels like it’s gonna fall off.”
Dazai laughs out, pure and light. It’s a beautiful sound and it has Chuuya’s heart fluttering a bit despite the absurdity of it all. Though… Speaking of, he glances down between their sweaty bodies to see that they’re still connected. Although Chuuya’s cock has softened, Dazai has yet to move off him, even when he can see some of his own cum leaking down his thighs from under the bunched up — and undoubtedly soiled — skirt.
He swallows.
“Oi, we are.. done, right?” Chuuya murmurs, feeling a tad bit nervous of the answer. His worry doubles ten fold when he hears the giggle Dazai lets out.
“But Chuuu~ya,” the brunette’s voice is a purr, and he’s suddenly hyper aware of how close it is to his ear. “We’ve hardly even started! Valentine’s Day isn’t over until midnight, silly Hatrack.”
“Dazai, I really don’t think I can-“
“You can, and you will.”
The demanding tone sends shivers up Chuuya’s spine and he can’t even find it in himself to complain about it. Hell, any reluctance he originally had dies out completely when Dazai lifts himself up and off of his cock, subsequently dripping their mixed fluids all over Chuuya’s thighs and lower stomach. The sight alone is nearly enough to make him drool.
“I guess I can take pity on you, since you’ve been such a well behaved puppy,” Dazai muses. Chuuya doesn’t even reply, because Dazai is already crawling up the bed toward him and throwing a shaky leg over him, straddling his head.
Chuuya’s cock gives a weak twitch.
“Now be a good boy and clean up your mess, Chuuya.”
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