Scars

Resting contently on his knees, hands roaming his lower half as the beautiful lines on his thighs receive soft, worshiping kisses.

A hand rests over the receiver's mouth, face speckled with a pink dust in an act of flusteration.

"Osamu," the one on his knees whispers softly as he kisses the scars on Dazai's thighs.

Dazai's hand entangles with Chuuya's gorgeous, bright Auburn hair. "It feels good, darling."

"I know," Chuuya mutters as he looks up at Osamu as he gently sucks a love mark into his thigh.

"Chuuya."

"Yes?" Chuuya responds, eyes flitting up to look at him through his eyelashes. His eyes hooded with sultry want.

"I don't know if I want to anymore."

"You're not tryna fuck?"

"I'm sorry, I already said yes but I just-"

Dazai's stupid stammering is cut off by a small understanding nod. "Do you just want me to..."

Dazai nods and begins amusing himself with Chuuya's hair. He twirls it around his finger, giving it light tugs as Chuuya continues.

For the scars collected over the years, that most, including Osamu, find terrifying, are the very thing that excites Chuuya. Hours he could spend just kissing and sucking on those gorgeously scarred thighs.

A reminder, to Dazai, that at least someone finds him beautiful.