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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[tenimuho]

[Odasaku is not a loud person, but there is a limit to what one can stand without making noise. At least a few of the marks get soft groans accompanying them, and Odasaku's fingers clench more tightly as he trembles.]

Osamu-

[Possibly he should regret giving Dazai permission, but he doesn't, and he doesn't think he will in the morning either. Though, that seems so far away that it doesn't matter.]

[ninjou]

[The way he's shaking makes Dazai warm, and his body responds readily. He's stifling a groan until the sound of his name, at which point he stops what he's doing and has to pull away to breathe and get control of himself. There's a vicious red mark on Odasaku's shoulder now. He smiles at it pointlessly, then turns his eyes back to Odasaku's face.

Then he starts to slide his own shirt off his shoulders, properly exposing scars on his neck, torso, and arms. He feels like his very soul is bared, and it's incredible.]

Can I try something?

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku's seen those scars before. If his gaze is lingering a little longer than it usually does, it's because Dazai's shirtless in this kind of situation. It's impossible not to at least look.]

Anything.

[He'll tell Dazai if it's no good, and he trusts that Dazai will back off if he does.]

[ninjou]

I want to... Ah...

[He turns a tiny bit pink, but breathes deeply until the embarrassment stops.]

I want to... touch you. Touch you. Your...

[tenimuho]

[Only Odasaku's godlike self-control keeps him from smiling right now. You have one of those, Dazai, you can say it out loud.

Wordlessly, he lifts his hips and starts taking off his belt.]

[ninjou]

[He's not sure how to say it. He's used to vulgarity in sexual interactions.

Dazai slides off his lap and, perhaps shockingly, gets on his knees on the floor.

And he waits.]

[tenimuho]

[That kind of position is... Something. It makes Odasaku blush without Dazai even touching him, and he swallows, visibly.

But he finishes taking off his belt, sets it aside, and then pulls his pants down until they're around his legs. Then his underwear.

Even with the touch of nervousness, he's definitely excited.]

Better?

[ninjou]

[He's watching carefully. Reverently. Shaking hands reach up, eager and willing, and pull Odasaku's clothing the rest of the way off. Then, for a brief, awed moment, as he holds his breath, he takes in the sight of his handsome companion.

After a few moments more, he leans in and presses a feather light kiss to the inside of one of Odasaku's knees.]

[tenimuho]

[Dazai's staring makes him a little self-conscious, despite every attempt Dazai's made to get him to think of himself as handsome, but-

Odasaku inhales, very slowly and deliberately. If he focuses on breathing right now, it'll calm him down, in theory. Dazai's touch already makes him too hot, and it's not even in a place all that sensitive.]

Osamu.

[His voice is rough.]

[ninjou]

[The roughness makes Dazai shiver, murmuring something pointless against his skin, as he kisses slightly higher up his leg. His hands part Odasaku's legs just a touch more so he can fit neatly between them.]

I'm nervous... I'll admit that much.

[tenimuho]

Don't - don't do anything you don't want to.

[As worked up as he is right now, Odasaku would still let Dazai back down. He could sit Dazai back up on this couch, and kiss every patch of his skin, scar-covered or not, until it was Dazai groaning out his name, and he'd be content with just that much.]

[ninjou]

I want to. I...

[He swallows, looking up and meeting Odasaku's eyes. He could stand being laid back and practically fawned over. But he thinks this is what he's supposed to do, and something about having Odasaku heavy on his tongue, his first experience with a man, seems wonderful.]

Tell me what you want. I'll do something else if we're not ready for this.

[tenimuho]

If you want that, then it sounds good. Better than good.

[He is not the sort of person who can think of his boyfriend's mouth and not shudder just a tiny bit.]

But you don't have to. I just want to make sure you know that.

[ninjou]

I want to.

[He still looks nervous. Of everything in the world, only one... only one whole thing makes him nervous. And that is, as always, everything about Odasaku.

He kisses the inside of his thigh.]

If I'm no good, don't judge me too harshly.

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku lets out another soft gasp at the touch to his thigh.]

I won't. It's - it's not something you can get too wrong unless you bite.

[Ow.

You can certainly do it well, but even messy and inexperienced, Odasaku would still appreciate it.]

[ninjou]

What's... the best way to start?

[Look at these big innocent mahogany eyes looking up and wanting nothing more than to please his lover!]

Tell me what to do.

[tenimuho]

[This is the only time Dazai could be remotely called 'innocent'.

Odasaku swallows. Talk him through it... he should be able to do that.]

Start with your hands to just get used to it. It's not that different from yourself.

[The angle's just off from what he's used to, but Dazai needs to be a little less nervous first.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai locks eyes and smiles faintly. He sits up straighter, reaching one hand up between them and settling it on Odasaku's thigh.]

Right.

[And, with tentative fingers and a shaky motion, he skips anything lesser and wraps his hand carefully, reverently around Odasaku's cock. He didn't know he was holding his breath as he watched his own actions, but now that he's aware, he huffs and laughs quietly.]

[tenimuho]

[Dazai can likely feel the shiver that passes through Odasaku's entire body, just from that touch. He keeps his hips still, and will be trying to do so the entire time - especially later, when he'd do more than startle Dazai.]

Like that.

[ninjou]

[He nods.]

Like that.

[And, with the practiced ease of a man who has had plenty of practice stroking someone, he grips a little tighter and begins to stroke Odasaku lightly. He brings up his other hand, tracing little lines down the inside of his thigh. Let it not be said that he does things by halves.]

I keep thinking I can't be... vulgar.

[tenimuho]

Vulgar is - mm - fine. I don't mind what you call it.

[...as long as it doesn't belong only in a romance novel.

One of Odasaku's hands lets go of the couch cushion in order to stroke Dazai's hair again, gently.]

[ninjou]

[What, no throbbing man stick?

His hair is touched and Dazai starts a bit, gasping at the touch he didn't even see coming. He laughs again.]

God... You'll take care of me later, right?

[tenimuho]

Of course I will. I thought about doing making you come first, but I didn't want to stop you when you were - ah, taking charge.

[ninjou]

This is taking charge?

[He reaches out and touches him a little lower, gentle touches to his balls as he explores different pressures along Odasaku's cock. It's getting less awkward.]

Are you loud, Odasaku~?

[tenimuho]

Not really. I'm sorry. [It's just not in his nature to be.] Are you?

[The increase in pressure does make his breath hitch.]

That's good. Like that.