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ninjou.
[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.
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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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.]
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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?
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Anything.
[He'll tell Dazai if it's no good, and he trusts that Dazai will back off if he does.]
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[He turns a tiny bit pink, but breathes deeply until the embarrassment stops.]
I want to... touch you. Touch you. Your...
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Wordlessly, he lifts his hips and starts taking off his belt.]
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Dazai slides off his lap and, perhaps shockingly, gets on his knees on the floor.
And he waits.]
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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?
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After a few moments more, he leans in and presses a feather light kiss to the inside of one of Odasaku's knees.]
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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.]
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I'm nervous... I'll admit that much.
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.
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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.]
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[Look at these big innocent mahogany eyes looking up and wanting nothing more than to please his lover!]
Tell me what to do.
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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.]
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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.]
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Like that.
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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.
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[...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.]
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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?
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[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~?
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[The increase in pressure does make his breath hitch.]
That's good. Like that.
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