𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼-𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽
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The night was still, the only sound being the occasional rustle of leaves outside the window. Inside, the dim light of a single lamp cast a warm glow over the small apartment. Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya stood in the middle of the room, a silence hanging between them that was heavy with unspoken words.
Dazai took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Chuuya's. "Why do you always have to be so stubborn?" he asked softly, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.
Chuuya crossed his arms, a familiar scowl on his face. "Why do you always have to be so annoying?" he shot back, but there was no heat in his words.
Dazai chuckled, closing the distance between them. He reached out, gently cupping Chuuya's face in his hand. "Maybe because it's the only way to get your attention," he murmured.
Chuuya's breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly. He could feel the warmth of Dazai's hand against his skin, the roughness of his fingers. "Dazai..." he began, but whatever he was going to say was lost as Dazai's lips met his in a soft, lingering kiss.
For a moment, Chuuya was too stunned to react. Then, he melted into the kiss, his arms uncrossing and sliding around Dazai's neck. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as the pent-up emotions between them finally found an outlet.
Dazai's hands roamed over Chuuya's back, pulling him closer. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down Chuuya's neck, eliciting a soft moan from the redhead. "You're so beautiful, Chuuya," Dazai whispered against his skin, his voice thick with desire.
Chuuya shivered, his fingers tangling in Dazai's hair. "Shut up," he muttered, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away.
Dazai's hands found the hem of Chuuya's shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He took a moment to admire the sight before him—Chuuya's lean, muscular body bathed in the soft light. "Perfect," he breathed, his eyes dark with need.
Chuuya's hands were just as eager, quickly unbuttoning Dazai's shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. They moved together towards the bed, their kisses becoming more frantic. When they finally fell onto the mattress, they were a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressing together in a desperate need for closeness.
Dazai's hands explored every inch of Chuuya's body, his touch both gentle and demanding. He wanted to memorize every curve, every scar, every detail. When he finally entered Chuuya, it was slow and careful, wanting to savor every moment.
They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies finding a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Every thrust, every moan, every whispered name was a testament to the bond they shared. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of them, lost in their own universe.
As they reached their climax, Dazai held Chuuya close, his lips finding Chuuya's in a searing kiss. They came together, their cries of pleasure mingling in the air. In the aftermath, they lay entwined, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their union.
Dazai brushed a strand of hair from Chuuya's face, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I love you, Chuuya," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.
Chuuya smiled, his eyes half-closed in contentment. "I love you too, Osamu," he replied, snuggling closer.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, the troubles of their world forgotten for the night. In that moment, they were just two souls who had found solace in each other, and nothing else mattered.
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