[Chuuya looks a bit surprised at the kiss, eyes tracking Dostoevsky for a second. And then he grins, looking up at Dazai, enjoying that annoyed expression. It's definitely a small victory for him. And he has his directions now. He doesn't have to overthink this, try to figure out which one Dazai wants the least, when he can leave that decision up to someone else.
(The fact that he's so willing to follow someone else's directions, and even ask for it - especially from Dostoevsky - is not something he wants brought up.)]
Since he's asking for it.
[He does allow himself a brief moment to enjoy this, though, to just enjoy the taste, before he gets into it. His tongue drags over the head of Dazai's cock, swirls around it, while he slowly jerks him with his hand to get him going. It's only a few seconds, and then he gets started. He takes the head in his mouth, but doesn't pause there before swallowing him down deeper, as deep as he can.
It's uncomfortable, without allowing himself time to warm up. He doesn't care. He just starts moving, aiming for too hard and too fast and too uncomfortable, using every trick he's learned that Dazai likes to make it painfully good.]
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(The fact that he's so willing to follow someone else's directions, and even ask for it - especially from Dostoevsky - is not something he wants brought up.)]
Since he's asking for it.
[He does allow himself a brief moment to enjoy this, though, to just enjoy the taste, before he gets into it. His tongue drags over the head of Dazai's cock, swirls around it, while he slowly jerks him with his hand to get him going. It's only a few seconds, and then he gets started. He takes the head in his mouth, but doesn't pause there before swallowing him down deeper, as deep as he can.
It's uncomfortable, without allowing himself time to warm up. He doesn't care. He just starts moving, aiming for too hard and too fast and too uncomfortable, using every trick he's learned that Dazai likes to make it painfully good.]