Soukoku Oneshots

Bandaged Desperation

Long missions. Such a large disadvantage that occurs when two lovers occupy separate jobs. Never having solidarity when the other would be back. Chuuya misses Dazai's words, his gentle, knowing, touch, everything he has ever done for him that brings him no small amount of joy.
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"Desperate are we, darling~"

"Don't call me that," Chuuya muttered out as he continued to rut against his own fingers, hiding his own surprise when he appeared in the doorway after about 2 months of being away.

Dazai took insane notice that Chuuya's hand and wrist was wrapped coyly with bandages, the same type Dazai wears.

"Did you really need to find a way to feel my touch that bad?"

Chuuya let out a cry as he felt his fingers brush by his prostate. The sensitive bundle of nerves that made him jolt with pleasure.

A chuckle left Dazai's throat as he walked toward him.

"No- n-no, stop it, I can do it myself," Chuuya said as adamantly as he could muster.

"But can you~" Dazai mentioned as he gripped his wrist forcing him to stop. "You're already waiting for me, using my bandages? Really?"

"I-it reminded me of you, Dazai," Chuuya glared at him trying to pull him by the hem of his shirt to crash his lips into his, only for Dazai to leave him inches away from his face.

"I am flattered, darling, though don't you know I am the only one allowed to touch you?"

"Yes, Dazai." Chuuya responded with an exasperated tone, hinted with desperation as Dazai found his arms to grip both of Chuuya's wrists.

"Good boy, Chuuya."

Oh shit. The name that never failed to put him in a trance.

"I'm yours, Dazai. No foreplay. Please not tonight." Chuuya choked out as he gripped Dazai's collar harshly, making quick work of trying to remove his clothing to reveal his chest.

Dazai couldn't help but snicker.

"You're adorable."
✩
Many layers of clothing and multiple angry tugs to Dazai's hair later, and Dazai's fully erect member, along with a layer of lube coating it, was hovering just above Chuuya's sleek, sprawled out body, beneath him.

"You better please me! It's been too long for your games, Dazai!"

"Did Chuuya find a stroke of dominance while I was gone?"

"You say that as if I haven't fucked you many times before!" Chuuya wailed out.

Dazai couldn't help but smile warmly at that. "Are you sure, Chuuya?"

"Yes, Dazai. Now! Please dammit!"

That was more than enough for Dazai as he plunged into Chuuya's tight warmth.

Chuuya's breath hitched as he felt Dazai's fully member slowly sliding itself inside of him.

"Y-you- you, I- haa~!" Chuuya's attempt at a comeback for the otherwise humbling experience was weak as soon as Dazai's hips thrust further into Chuuya.

✩

Chuuya's eyes still ever so slightly blurred with tears of pleasure and the reminisce of stars that filled his vision as his lover let his release finally take him over.

Almost as quickly as it appeared, the pleasurable sensation was replaced with a different one as Dazai hugged Chuuya tighter towards his chest, rubbing his thighs, that were twitching at the feeling of loss from minutes ago.

Chuuya's eyes were hazy as he scrunched up closer toward Dazai.

"I missed you, Dazai," Chuuya muttered with a loving whisper into Dazai's chest.

"Mmm, I know you did," Dazai speaks to him before kissing his forehead and leaving a playful slap against his ass.

Chuuya jolts and glares at Dazai, livid. "Did you just-"

"I did. And you liked it, Chuuya, I know you did. Should it happen more often?"

Chuuya made the wise choice not to not answer, for his words would come out a stutter.
And that was good enough for the both of them.