| If you know me irl and you see me uploading this here, no you don't❤ | 》It wasn't often that Dazai let himself be this vulnerable, this helpless. He always kept clear boundaries, for example by not taking off his bandages because he didn't like it when Chuuya saw all his scars he had gotten during his time working for the Port Mafia. He preferred being in control as well but on some days - days like this one, often after experiencing a week of hardships he just wanted to forget - letting his guard down and letting Chuuya take control of the situation was somewhat liberating to him. Chuuya always made sure that Dazai ended up being so lost in pleasure that he didn't even have the time to worry about the problems he had to face outside of the bedroom.《 | English is not my first language, sorry if there are some minor mistakes! |