For ninjou.

[tenimuho]

[Tonight, Dazai is really drunk.

This is not different from most other nights in their favorite bar, save for a few things.

1. Ango isn't here.

2. Dazai is really drunk. The kind of drunk that has Odasaku concerned that he might be trying to die through liver failure. That drunk.

And so, it's with hesitation that he speaks up.]

Maybe you should stop drinking for tonight.

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[ninjou]

[Dazai shivers again and his arms are around Odasaku in short order. He's perfectly fine being paid careful attention to. Everything is wonderful and intimate and he could do this for hours.]

I can't believe we're doing this...

[And he sounds all too pleased about it.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku leaves another few kisses before answering.]

It seems a little unreal. ...So I hope you don't mind if I take my time.

[ninjou]

Always.

[Because he'll give Dazai everything he never knew he wanted. He'll be attentive and gentle and they'll be amazing together, just like this. Dazai is content with kisses and caresses, doesn't need anything overt or intense. As long as he has this, he's more than happy.]

[tenimuho]

[Yes, he will. He kissss Dazai on the lips again, as gently as before. Dazai is someone he wants to appreciate, cherish, and he can't do that if he rushes.]

[ninjou]

[He aches from happiness because it's such a foreign concept. He'll never know its ins and outs, but Odasaku gives him hope that he'll taste if from time to time. It's fleeting and wonderful.

Carefully, nothing pushy, he parts his lips only a little.]

[tenimuho]

[If Dazai wants that... Odasaku's tongue tastes Dazai's lips, a soft swipe. A pleased sound leaves the back of his throat.

He squeezes Dazai's hand again. He's here, with Dazai, as much as anyone can be with him]

[ninjou]

[It's terrible, how much he wants to get lost in this. Odasaku is so much, he's all Dazai can see in the world right now. That touch to his lips makes Dazai groan quietly, a sweet noise of gratitude he won't offer anyone else.

His thumb strokes Odasaku's hand.]

[tenimuho]

[He hates to swallow that sound, but he can't not deepen the kiss after hearing it. His eyes are shut tight and so he imagines what Dazai must look like right now.

Charming was a stretch, but handsome wasn't. It doesn't do him justice, in fact.]

[ninjou]

[Odasaku is the one who must look incredible like this, lightness replacing the oppressive nature of his usual evening moods. Odasaku worries too much.

The kiss deepens, with Dazai practically melting into Odasaku. He lets the kiss linger, keeps it going with his eyes shut and his lips accepting.]

[tenimuho]

[They'd never get anywhere arguing the point, so let's just say they're both beautiful.

Odasaku finally lets go of Dazai's hand in order to pull him even closer, if that's possible with them already being so close. The kiss deepens naturally, Odasaku pursuing how much Dazai will let him get away with.

The answer is probably 'a lot'.]

[ninjou]

[It's a very large amount, because he's also getting wrapped up in Odasaku, a content hum as arms go around him and he's kept close, allowing himself to lean in and let the kiss get away from him.

He's enthralled. One hand settles on Odasaku's cheek.]

[tenimuho]

[It's similar from Odasaku's side. Every breath he takes feels like Dazai, every sound reaching his ears is Dazai, and he feels practically nothing but Dazai in his arms and resting his hand on Odasaku's cheek. Dazai is easy to get lost in.

Odasaku strokes Dazai's back softly. The kiss and everything else that comes with it sends a shiver through him.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai feels impossibly small and his heart pounds so loud that he feels like his eardrums will burst. His whole body is warm and softly he presses against Odasaku. Nothing like before, no scandal, no tease. He simply sighs and makes himself a part of that sacred space around him.

Both hands settle on his cheeks as Dazai barely restrains himself.]

[tenimuho]

[Restraint is for other people who are not these two right now.

Odasaku holds Dazai close against his body. There's no space between them, nor any distraction, no words to get in the way - just the heat that's coming off both their skin and the ever-deepening kiss.]

[ninjou]

[He can't think, and that should be bad. He can't think and he doesn't want to. Instead, he'll find a hundred ways to adore him, sliding his hands down to his chest, then around to his back and down to the lower curve of his spine.

The kiss... he's getting carried away. He pauses and breaks the kiss to breathe, but even though it's him breaking it, he practically whines at the loss of contact.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku trembles at the touch. It isn't even skin-to-skin contact and he feels too hot where Dazai's hands are. He doesn't think anyone else would affect him this much, but he isn't thinking much now anyway.

Breathing is a good idea. Odasaku takes a second to catch his breath, running a hand down Dazai's back as he does.]

[ninjou]

[He shivers again, unsure why, mind and body on edge. He has never needed anything or anyone like this. He doesn't open his eyes.]

You're incredible.

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku does, just so he can commit Dazai's face right now to memory.]

So are you.

[ninjou]

[He looks absolutely blissful, lips parted, breaths heavy, but steady. He is given over. It makes him laugh, and he finally looks at Odasaku.]

I wish I could stay here longer.

[tenimuho]

I wish that too.

[It's unfortunate that things are the way they are.]

...But if we kissed like that all day we'd never get to cuddle.

[He knows that's not what Dazai means.]

[ninjou]

[It's a good way for him to divert Dazai from his darkness. That sliver of loneliness. He wants happiness that's beyond his tenuous grip on sanity and logic.

He wants this to be forever.

It won't be.]

Do you want to go...?

[tenimuho]

You have to get up early, don't you? So we probably should go to bed.

[ninjou]

I do...

[A little grin comes to his face as he takes his friend's hand again and lets him lead. They can get comfortable once they're in the room, of course.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku's bedroom is... a bedroom. It's not particularly big, nor well-decorated. About the only thing worth noting is that it has two bookshelves that are both packed.

The bed looks comfy, at least. Odasaku pulls up the blanket.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai smiles broadly at the bookshelves.]

Just like you, isn't it...

[Before he turns away and loosens his tie, setting it gently aside before he begins to unbutton his shirt. A pause.]

Is it okay if I take my clothes off?