you can take my Soul, but never my Heart (omegaverse)

Chapter 24: claim me

Chuuya kisses him.

It isn't like the kiss he gave Dazai before; it's not rough and bruising, but it's still consuming in its own way. Chuuya's eyes have closed, and Dazai's flutter shut as well, even as the kiss stays as nothing more than a press of closed lips for a moment. He wonders if he should pull away, if this is all it's going to be, but Chuuya exhales softly against his lips before they part, tilting his head to slide their mouths together at a new angle, keeping his hand on Dazai's jaw to keep him steady. Dazai meets him, lips parting, letting the tension melt out of him as his fingers ease their grip on the blanket.

It's not the kind of kiss Dazai expected from Chuuya, considering the last one they shared, but it's still nice . Their lips knead together in a silent synchronicity that they don't really need to try for, somehow able to read each other's moves and intentions even with their eyes closed. Brushes and pushes of lips, surface level but tempting something deeper. It's the kind of slow kiss that Dazai could lose hours of his life to, but it isn't long before he feels Chuuya's tongue pass over his lower lip, followed by a light graze of teeth, and from there...

It all goes downhill.

(But certainly not in a bad way.)

Dazai makes a small noise in the back of his throat; not a moan, but something close enough. Chuuya's mouth tastes like peppermint toothpaste, which is what he must have been doing in the bathroom, but Dazai doesn't mind, because it's still good. Chuuya pulls his bottom lip into his mouth by his teeth, sucking on it and pulling until it pops free, though he doesn't have much time to recover aside from a small gasp before Chuuya is moving his hand down, dragging over his exposed throat, fingers like fire as they pass over the uneven skin of his scarred gland before resting on his shoulder. His other hand mirrors it, not even breaking from the kiss as he licks his way into Dazai's mouth and pushes him back and down. Their lips only come apart when Dazai's back hits the mattress, eyes blinking open in surprise as Chuuya's mouth ghosts down to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, one knee on the mattress between Dazai's leg to keep his balance as his hands brace in the sheets.

"Chuuya?"

Chuuya nips at the skin just under his ear to earn a shiver before he pushes himself up, blinking slowly like a content cat as he looks down at Dazai. His eyes are dark, face cast mostly in shadow thanks to the angle of the lamp, hair hanging down in the space beneath them to tickle at the bare skin of Dazai's collarbone. "What?"

He could wait and make his own assumptions, but now it's driving him insane , eating a hole in his stomach the longer he lets the question fester. "Why are you attracted to me?"

He blinks, leaning back slightly. "Huh?"

He follows him, pushing himself up on his elbows. "Right now, why do you want me? I'm not in heat, and you're not in rut. What is it about me that you like?"

Chuuya stares at him for a moment before he lets out a breathless little laugh. "Are you serious right now?"

Dazai just wordlessly looks up at him, waiting.

He huffs, lifting a hand to push some of his hair out of his face, rubbing at the back of his neck. "By all means, I should hate you," he mutters, starting to blush, "but I don't. And you're... fuck , Dazai. I dunno. You're hot, alright?"

He blinks. "But how?"

"How?"

"Yes, how? My face? My legs? My arms? Ew, Chuuya's not a foot person, is he?!"

" No." Chuuya rolls his eyes, gesturing at him vaguely. "The whole package, I guess. Fuck, Dazai, why are you asking? I know you don't think much of yourself, but... shit. I mean, you could stand to put on some weight; I can practically see your ribs, for fuck's sake. But you're just... hot, okay? But you're getting a lot less hot asking me weird shit like this instead of letting me touch you."