Say It (Explicitly) *Soukoku Fanfiction*

Chuuya felt his face get hot, then his neck, all the way from his chest to the crown of his head. There was something about Dazai, his patience and ease, the way he reassured him in these moments, his need to make this the most pleasurable experience possible for him, that just sent him. Where did it send him? Chuuya didn't even know. All he could compute was the rush of hot blood coursing through his head, Dazai making him feel stupidly safe and embarrassed at the same time. Why had he pestered Dazai like that? What was he hoping to accomplish?