Fragments of Us - Soukoku Oneshots

14. Bound By Desires ❤️‍🔥

Content Warning: This chapter contains smut. If you are uncomfortable with it, feel free to skip it. ^^

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Dazai was gone for over an hour, and Chuuya had been preparing for this moment the entire time. He glanced at himself in the bedroom mirror, admiring the way the dark red lingerie hugged his body. The delicate lace framed his toned chest, the material soft yet revealing enough to leave almost nothing to the imagination. The intricate design traced along his hips, leading down to thigh-high stockings held up by thin garters. The lingerie left just enough skin exposed to tease, but it clung to him perfectly, enhancing the subtle curves of his well-trained body. It was something Chuuya would never normally wear, but tonight, it was all part of the plan.

The lace contrasted beautifully with his pale skin, the color bold and daring, much like him. The straps of the lingerie sat snugly on his shoulders, while the back plunged low, revealing the dip of his spine and the curve of his ass, barely covered by the thin fabric.

He sat on the bed, legs crossed at the ankle, his body angled in a way that accentuated his figure. His arms propped him up slightly, his back arched just enough to highlight the curves of the lingerie. It was a sultry pose, one that promised something more the moment Dazai laid eyes on him.

When Dazai returned, the door creaked open, and Chuuya's lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"Dazai," Chuuya called from the bedroom, his voice low and dripping with anticipation. "Get in here."

Dazai, still holding the grocery bags, paused for a moment. His usual carefree expression shifted, curiosity flickering in his eyes. He dropped the bags without a second thought and made his way toward the bedroom, not bothering to respond.

The moment he crossed the threshold, Dazai's breath hitched. His eyes immediately locked on Chuuya, who was sitting on the bed like some sort of twisted fantasy. The red lace of the lingerie clung to Chuuya's muscular frame, and the seductive position he held only made the scene more tantalizing.

"Chuuya..." Dazai started, his voice husky and strained. "What the hell is this?"

Chuuya didn't answer right away. He merely shifted his legs slightly, spreading them just enough to offer a better view, while his hand lightly ran down the exposed skin of his thigh.

"You're late," Chuuya purred, his gaze dark and full of control. "I've been waiting."

Dazai swallowed hard, his eyes drinking in the sight before him, lingering on the way the lace barely covered Chuuya's body. His usual teasing demeanor was nowhere to be found. Instead, Dazai seemed genuinely caught off guard, his hands twitching at his sides as if resisting the urge to rush forward.

"You look..." Dazai's voice trailed off, unable to find the right words, his gaze flicking to Chuuya's eyes, which gleamed with mischief.

"Come here," Chuuya ordered, his voice firm, leaving no room for Dazai to argue.

Dazai obeyed, stepping closer to the bed. Chuuya stood up, his every movement deliberate and slow, making sure Dazai could see the way the lingerie clung to his hips. His fingers played lightly with the thin straps over his shoulders, and he took his time inspecting Dazai, his eyes sweeping up and down as if he was deciding how to devour him.

"You're going to sit down," Chuuya commanded, tugging at Dazai's bandaged wrist before forcing him to sit the edge of the bed. "And you're not going to touch."

Before Dazai could even register what was happening, Chuuya was on him, grabbing the loose bandages on his wrists and expertly tying them together. He pulled them taut, securing Dazai's hands in front of him with an effortless motion.