Chuuya really didn’t know how he ended up here again, how they did. In this bed, tangled together, another beautiful mess to behold. It’s not the first time, and he already knows it will never be the last. It doesn’t matter how many people they bring to their bedrooms or how many bodies they get intimate with, it will never be the same as each other. They know their bodies better than any other being on this earth, and no one else could ever compare to that.
He’d long since given up on trying to sleep with anyone else, and if Dazai’s clinginess and possessiveness is anything to go by, he has too. It's touching in a way Chuuya wishes it wouldn’t be. It makes him dare to hope, and hope is a very, very painstaking risk to take. Still, he doesn’t have the heart to snuff out the flame which has been growing ever since they first started these naive rendezvous when they were teenagers. Giving it up now seemed like calling quits, and Chuuya was anything if not competitive. Thankfully, Dazai was too.
Besides, the way Dazai’s arms envelop his body, with his nails raking down his back in a way that makes Chuuya respond with a full-body shiver immediately dissipates any consideration of breaking whatever this was off. He’s only human after all, and a very weak one at that when it came to Dazai Osamu.
“Eeeh, Chibi’s thinking too hard again. I can see the smoke coming out of his ears,” said man chastised. Chuuya huffed elegantly and set his teeth into his lower lip. Of course, it would be just like Dazai to all but read his thoughts, and a small part of him feels relief from that because he doesn’t have to put his worries into words.
“Shut up, asshole,” Chuuya retorted, ever so eloquent, but his voice lacked any bite. He leaned down and kissed the brunette, slow and deep. Their lips moved in a sort of smooth dance that made heat course under his skin, and he felt Dazai wrap his arms around his neck. He draws him in until they’re chest to chest, bodies flush together and he vaguely marvels at how they fit like puzzle pieces. Their edges may be rough and jagged, but both of them meld flawlessly.
“You’d be sad if I shut up, though,” Dazai snarked once they parted. Chuuya holds his gaze, momentarily letting himself get lost in those deep chocolate pools. They’re vast like the emptiness of space, only they’re not so void anymore. There are stars among the blackness, beautiful planets, and light filling the previously blank areas. It’s a beautiful sight that he really hopes he never has to let go of.
“Get bent, Mackerel. Put me out of my misery and open up those long legs for me,” Chuuya instructs, but doesn’t answer him directly because he has too much pride to admit he’s right but doesn’t have the humility to bear Dazai’s teasing if he tried to lie. So instead, he busied his mouth with something other than talking, kissing down the column of the latter’s throat. His lips latch onto the skin, sucking until a dark bruise forms under his mouth. He hears Dazai swear quietly, and counts it as a small victory.
“If you want it so bad, hurry up…” Dazai whined, and he squirmed under Chuuya. He lifted his hips so they pressed against him, and the redhead could feel the other’s erection pressing against his own.
Chuuya snorted but was merciful enough not to tease, knowing that if he did, Dazai would likely revert to his previous closed-off state. It had taken a long time to get him to ask for what he wanted or even so much as make any noise openly, and he relished in the fact that over time, he’d gotten him more out of that shell, even after four years of radio silence.
He retrieved the lube from the nightstand drawer, popping the cap open and smirking to himself as he caught the way Dazai eyeing his every movement with an insatiable hunger and mounting anticipation. Chuuya drizzled a liberal amount of the cool liquid over his fingers, letting it warm up from his natural body heat before bringing his hand down between the younger man’s legs, not missing the way Dazai spread them invitingly just as he’d told him to.
