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[ Dazai could tease about how eager Chuuya is right now, but for once, he doesn’t. ]

I don’t know if I agree with that.

[ At least Chuuya’s clothes will be easy to take off this time; Dazai starts on the rest of his own, shedding his coat—-the only thing that gets folded—-and then goes for the vest. ]

[Oh, he definitely has something to prove now, and he's definitely going to be a dick about it. But first he's going to yank Dazai's pants and underwear down, leaving them around his thighs. He'll take his cock, stroke it a couple of times, then lean in to lick across the head.

Counting on Dazai to not be able to turn down a blowjob.]

[ Sure, Dazai is able to turn down a blowjob. Able to, but not wanting to. Because unfortunately, as much as Dazai hates admitting anything Chuuya is good at, he's pretty good at this. Good enough that Dazai bites back a hiss, already forgoing the unbuttoning of his shirt to immediately tangle his fingers in Chuuya's hair. ]

Not even going to argue about it, are you?

[ Of course Dazai doesn't shut up even during sex. ]

I don't need to when I know I'm right.

[He likes that hand in his hair. He hates that he likes it, and that Dazai knows that he likes it, but for now he'll try to ignore it. He's going to lean in, drag his tongue from base to tip, and then open his mouth to let it slide just an inch inside. He'll work him slowly at first, warming himself up, getting into it.

It's going to get him hard, too, but that's a problem for later. It feels like a problem for now, since he's still one orgasm short, but he's determined not to seem too desperate.]

[ Dazai knows Chuuya likes the hand in his hair. He knows it because he knows everything, but that's certainly not why he's doing it; he's doing it because what the hell else is he supposed to do with his hands? Besides, like this, he has more control in all sense of the word, and that's something Dazai likes. ]

Use your mouth for something more useful.

[ And...it does feel good. A biological response, of course. Not because it's specifically Chuuya's mouth; it'd be like this with anyone. Dazai bites at the inside of his cheek, because like hell is he going to make noise and let Chuuya get more full of himself than he already is. ]

[Chuuya is determined to make him make noise. He's determined to make Dazai enjoys this so much that he hates it, just to get back at him for everything, for not letting Chuuya come when they had sex. He takes him a little deeper, lips kept soft to tease him with a lack of friction, only for his tongue to press up as he pulls back again.

He'll keep repeating that motion, little by little swallowing Dazai down. He's got time to do this properly. In fact, the longer he takes, the better this will work, and he's got the stamina to keep it up as well.]

[ Because Chuuya is determined for Dazai to make a noise, Dazai is determined not to. Everything between them is a struggle, including this; his hand tightens in Chuuya's hair, swallowing down the saliva pooling in his mouth at the feeling of Chuuya's tonuge. Breathe. Ignore the shudder that goes down his spine. ]

This is what I meant when I said you take too long.

[ Not that it doesn't feel good. On the contrary, it feels very good, and Dazai isn't having a problem getting hard. Not because it's Chuuya. Even if it is, that's still a warm mouth, and he's annoyingly good at using it. ]

[Chuuya looks up at him without pausing what he's doing. He can tell that Dazai likes it, he felt him get hard on his tongue, there's no way that was gonna fool him. But if that's how Dazai wants it, Chuuya can do that.

He speeds up, ignores his own discomfort and swallows Dazai down completely, lets him slide into his throat. He'll tighten his lips around him, determined now to make it too much too fast, more than Dazai can take, push him to the edge before he wants to go there. He slides off a little to breathe through his nose, and then back down, swallowing around him.

Chuuya is already so hard himself, but he ignores it. He refuses to touch himself when that's Dazai's job, and one way or another, he'll make him do it after this.]

[ It's hardly a noise--Dazai won't count it as one. Maybe a slight exhale as Chuuya's throat swallows him up, but certainly not a noise. Dazai digs his nails against Chuuya's scalp, and ignores the tremor in his hand.

Okay. Chuuya is good at this. Dazai will admit it (to himself) and use the excuse that since Chuuya's mouth isn't good at anything else, it might as well be useful for one thing. And he'll mention that later, yes, but right now he's not going to open his mouth in case any sort of odd noise just happens to slip out. Biting his lip hard enough to bruise, Dazai's eyes close for a moment, which is already more vulnerability than he wants to give into.

He could come like this. He knows he could. Maybe he should, see if Chuuya swallows it all or chokes on it. ]

[Chuuya has a plan for this. There's no way he'd agree to suck Dazai off this willingly without a plan, especially when Dazai doesn't deserve the effort. But he fully intends to bring him all the way up to that edge, if he can, use every trick that he knows to make this feel good. That exhaled breath is promising, and so is the hand in his hair, the way his grip is tightening, the pain of nails biting into his scalp.

He wants to bring Dazai right up to that edge, and then he wants to stop, pull back, get all the way off. Because if Dazai is going to deny him, then Chuuya is going to give him the most unsatisfying orgasm he can, ruin that pleasure for him completely.

And then he wants to laugh.]

[ Dazai knows better. He does, but it's too hard to pull back when it feels this good, when Dazai hasn't done anything since the last time they were together--the thing Chuuya had been complaining about, that led to this in the first place. He hates the idea of Chuuya winning more than anything, but even so, the hand in Chuuya's hair doesn't pull, doesn't make him stop.

The plan is to get off, and then either make Chuuya beg for it, or- Well, it's not exactly beyond Dazai to leave without Chuuya getting off. Again.

Maybe this is karma. God knows he deserves it--if he believed in that sort of thing--but Chuuya will get the slightest bit of satisfaction as Dazai rides the feeling of his mouth up to the edge, and then it stops, and he finally makes a noise. Irritated, frustrated, and harsh. He yanks at Chuuya's hair, hoping it hurts and that he doesn't enjoy it. It's like something sputtering out, definitely not the sort of play Dazai enjoys unless there's something else involved instead of just the annoying mouth of his thrice-damned ex partner. ]

[And Chuuya laughs. He laughs even as Dazai yanks on his hair, which makes the sound stutter a bit, but he likes that anyway. He likes the pain in his scalp, and he likes it even better when he knows that it's because he won.]

I warned you.

[He did. But Dazai is too damn arrogant sometimes, and every so often Chuuya gets to use that against him. Besides, it's not easy to keep thinking when Chuuya's mouth is on you - he's worked to get as skilled as he is, and he wants Dazai to know it.]

[ Does he hate Chuuya? Yes, absolutely! Yet the fact remains that Dazai is still here, and he’s not planning on leaving just yet. Because Chuuya can’t be allowed to win. His grip on Chuuya’s hair doesn’t relax; in fact, Dazai uses it to pull him back. He’s annoyed now, which means he’s done being lazy. ]

Get on the bed.

[ He knows. Chuuya likes being told what to do, because he’s an obedient dog, and Dazai hates dogs. ]

[Chuuya could resist being pulled backwards. He can handle the pain, he could even handle a lot more pain, but he's still going to let Dazai drag him onto the bed. Chuuya crawls backwards, and grins up at Dazai once he inevitably ends up on his back.]

Just admit you lost.

[He really shouldn't make it worse right now. He knows Dazai is pissed, he knows Dazai is planning some revenge, and already he can feel the adrenaline building from that, a sensation like something tight forming low in his stomach. He knows he might have taken it too far, but there's no way he'd ever admit something like that.

Besides, he loves this feeling.]

[ Dazai discards his pants, finding them only getting in the way of climbing onto the bed after Chuuya. He’s not particularly fond of being naked, but the bandages are enough that it doesn’t really matter, so whatever. ]

I didn’t lose. You did an awful job.

[ That totally doesn’t make any sense, and isn’t true, and Dazai knows it but doesn’t care. He shifts close enough to hook fingers in the band of Chuuya’s pants and pull down—-at least they’re a lot easier than those damned tight ones he usually wears. ]

[Chuuya will let him pull the pants down. He'll even lift his hips to make it easier for him. He also very much wants to rip off those bandages, maybe rip them off as well. It's not that he wants to see Dazai naked, definitely not, but they're about to have sex and Dazai is definitely not hiding anything under there Chuuya would even care about.

He doesn't touch them, though. He doesn't even comment.]

I did a good job of getting revenge

[And of pissing Dazai off, which is always a bonus. He takes pride in his ability to get to Dazai.]

[ Dazai offers an unimpressed, deadpan look. ]

This is what everything was about? Revenge? Now I don’t even want to fuck you.

[ Not that he wanted to fuck Chuuya, or ever does. This was just…proving a point? Those pants end up in a heap on the floor along with his own.

And now he has to one-up Chuuya. Revenge, indeed. Dazai isn’t going to just take this insult and let it go. ]

[Going to return that look.]

You wanted to fuck me?

[That's why they're both here, and he's still going to deny wanting it, because it's too disgusting to think about. He'll take off his t-shirt either way, though, and throw it in the direction of his pants.]

Now you know what will happen if you're gonna be a dick like that again.

[ Ah...well. ]

Did I say that? I've never wanted something less in my life.

[ Whatever the intention had been coming here, Dazai has changed his mind about letting Chuuya get off. At least, not easily. Dragging it out, only letting him come if he deserves it--which he doesn't, Dazai already decides--is how it's going to go. He's good at this, a form of torture on its own, and has absolutely no problem using it on Chuuya. ]

I don't think you're in any position to be acting like that when you're the one who was practically begging me to come over.

I wasn't begging!

[He absolutely wasn't. Demanding is different from begging, and it was only because Dazai owes him, and has nothing to do with him wanting it. That's the logic he's sticking with. Right now he's impatient, though, so he's going to grab Dazai by the back of the neck and pull him down.]

And I only ordered you to get here so I could make you regret listening.

[ They’re close now, and Dazai hates it—-but also, it serves to bring that spark of adrenaline that makes this work. Leaning closer, their noses touch. He refuses to let Chuuya have the upper hand here. ]

Oh, I regret it already. And it’s so unfair for only one of us to regret it, so why don’t I make things even?

[ He can do this without looking, reach down between them to palm at Chuuya’s cock- ]

Oh? Chuuya, did you get like this just from sucking me off?

[Chuuya tried not to gasp, but it only ends up making the sound stutter, his hips jerking slightly. He’s definitely hard and he hates it, hates that sucking Dazai off had that effect on him.

He wants to look away but Dazai is too close. He wouldn’t anyway. He’s not a coward.]

I enjoy winning. You can’t make me regret that.

[Dazai absolutely can and he knows it.]

[ When Chuuya doesn’t look away, Dazai takes it as a challenge. He can’t either, not until he manages to make Chuuya break eye contact first. ]

You know I hate being told what I can’t do.

[ And he does; Dazai takes it as a personal offense, and whatever it is, he’s determined to prove that he can, in fact, do it. Like making Chuuya regret winning…which he didn’t do. He certainly didn’t win anything. ]

You’ve only proven to me that your mouth isn’t even good for the one thing I’d care to use it for.

[ Dazai will keep his hand on Chuuya as he leans over to search the nightstand for the lube he knows is in there.]

[Chuuya won't break eye contact. It's half because neither of them can ever just let the other person win, and half because he feels caught by that look, Dazai seeing right through him. But that's bullshit.]

That's why I'm telling you.

[Becaues it's twice as satisfying when Dazai actually puts effort in and still can't succeed, because he wants Dazai to try --

This is not going to end well for Chuuya at all. He reaches over blindly to help Dazai search for the lube, because that's not the only thing in those drawers, and it's better if he finds it fast, but the hand on his dick is making it hard to focus. His hips keep pushing up a little, encouraging the touch.]

I was never going to let you use my mouth like that.

[ Dazai hates how well Chuuya responds to him, tells himself it's not just him, and that it's only because he's got a hand that is admittedly pretty good at what it does. He wants to be pleased about it, but it's Chuuya, and nothing they ever do together can be something Dazai considers pleasant. Not even if they're getting each other off, or as with last time, not even if Dazai is stealing an orgasm from Chuuya and then running off without giving him one in return.

Their hands bump against each other several times in the drawer, and Dazai is pretty sure he feels some other things around in there, but he'll wait for a moment. Feeling Chuuya's hand is too unpleasant, a weirdly intimate sensation that he wants to draw back from, so he grabs what he can only assume is the lube--it's a lube-shaped object, anyway--and draws it from the drawer. ]

Would you shut up for half a second?

[ Using his teeth, Dazai pops the cap. And then he lets go of Chuuya's cock, glancing down to see just how hard he is. It's...nope. He looks away again. ]