The Desk

"You know what helps me come down from stress?" he drops the towel and looks at Chuuya, placing his hands on both sides of his neck. Chuuya raises an eyebrow "and what is that dear" he says softly, "sex" Dazai blankly blurts out making chuuya let out a chuckle "okay sex addict" he smiles lightly, looking at Dazai fully. He's wearing a blue shirt and some grey sweat pants that Chuuya has complimented him on many times for wearing. looking back at Dazai he kisses his lips softly "and how would that help me" he says barely above a whisper, his tiredness forgotten of

Dazai grins and moves his hands to Chuuya's waist, letting them rest there. he looks in Chuuya's eyes "well I would take you over by the desk" he whispers and takes Chuuya to his desk, pushing him lightly against it, "take my time with you, you know make you feel relaxed and then I would fuck you senseless" he whispers in Chuuya's ear looking down at his chest bringing one of his hands to pinch Chuuya's left nipple. Chuuya lets out a quiet gasp and a breathy laugh making Dazai smirk.

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He puts his head on Chuuya's shoulder leaving soft kisses on his shoulder "are you okay" he mumbles, pushing Chuuya's hair behind his ear. Chuuya nods "of course Im okay.." he whispers, clearly out of breath. Dazai pulls out making him shudder and utter out a low moan, he watches his cum drip out of Chuuya then quickly cleans him up once he heard Chuuya let out an annoyed noise. "I hope you know we're not done yet" Chuuya hisses out as he stands up fully, turning to face Dazai who has a confused look, "its my turn to fuck you senseless dear" he smirks and kisses him harshly.