Sunrise

The Light in his Eyes.

"What a tease you are", he said and locked their lips once more, pinning his wrists to either side of his head. This time, they were slow, sensual, only parting to catch their breaths.
He started scattering kisses up and down the column of his throat, biting down every now and then, his hands fluttering over his bandaged torso and sides, touching him ever so slightly.
Atsushi traveled down, leaving featherlight pecks in his wake, then stopped short and sat up swiftly, fingers splayed on his chest muscles. He reached out, grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around his waist as best as he could with him still straddling Dazai's lap. He stood up with a grin and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, laughing internally at Dazai's indignant groan.
"What's up? Something wrong?", he teased and looked over his shoulder to see him sitting at the edge of the bed. Atsushi stepped onto the cold floor, got rid of the towel deliberately slow, and hopped into the shower, all too aware of the brunette's prying glares. (He practically heard him thinking about what he could do to Atsushi right now.)

The warm water poured down his body, pattering on the glazed tiles, and he held up his face, closing his eyes. Then he heard light footsteps coming nearer and a familiar breath grazing his neck, scarred arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him nearer. Even when he was showering, Dazai never took his bandages off. (Or so he thought, since they showered at seperate daytimes. And when they ended up together, Atsushi barely noticed if he had them on or not because he was too occupied with Dazai's thrusts and bites.)

Atsushi found himself fidgeting with the edges of the fabric and murmured, "Are they a fashion statement or something else?"

As an answer, the detective turned him around slowly, guided him to the wall and caged him in, drops of water drizzling down his hair. He was awfully close to his crotch, giving him nothing but anticipation.
"That is", he whispered into the crook of his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin gently, "another story for another time."
His hands moved down Atsushi's arms, his wrists, and he guided them up to the wall, his breath ghosting over his mouth before he captured his lips lazily. Dazai shifted his hips to grind against him slowly, eliciting a wanton gasp from him.
"Are you trying to seduce me into a second round?", he said, grinning from ear to ear.
The nullifier let go of him, but remained only a few inches away. "I've made it my mission to do that through the whole day", he mused and played with Atsushi's long strand of hair.
"Even at work?", he asked, not quite believing his plans.
"Even at work", he assured him with a nod. "You have to know... I have something up my sleeve for tonight", he continued, a dangerous smile on his face.
Well, that was going to be interesting.

Dazai was a man who kept his promises. That became clear when they stepped into the elevator to the Agency, the clattering sound mixing with quiet creaks.
Atsushi smiled when he felt a bandaged hand on his lower back, and jolted when it moved to take a firm grip on his ass. He glared at his friend, who just stared ahead nonchalantly, as if he didn't know why he looked so upset at all.
"Idiot", he muttered under his breath, his cheeks flaming.
"You like it", Dazai retorted without hesitation, matter-of-factly, like it was common knowledge.
Atsushi huffed. "And what about you?", he said and did the same thing with his partner. He added a bit of pressure for good measure and grinned when he heard a damped sigh from him.
"I like your bold side", the brunette told him. "You should show it more when we're fucking."

And then they heard Kunikida clearing his throat.

Both of them turned their heads very slowly, the expression on their faces resembling the one of a freshly caught carp. They had been so immersed in their electric atmosphere that they didn't notice the elevator stopping, nor the opening doors.
The man sighed, pushed his glasses up, flipped through his notebook and said, "Have mercy with us."
"...I can't promise that, Kunikida", Dazai snorted after a while and rushed past him, tugging Atsushi along to their desks.