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]

[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.

[ninjou]

[He laughs quietly.]

I didn't think you would be. I was teasing...

[He turns his hand a bit, but keeps the pressure consistent. Dazai is, after all, a somewhat exacting man when he needs or wants to be.]

As for me... [He leans in, looking up wickedly, and laps at the very tip of his cock.] ...you'll know when I like it.

[tenimuho]

[Teasing Dazai is the worst, and the best simultaneously. That shouldn't even be possible.

Odasaku shuts his eyes tightly for a moment, fingers briefly clenching in the fabric of the seat cushion, before he makes himself relax and look down at Dazai again. Dazai's still entirely too handsome, and in that position, too lewd. How is he supposed to deal with it.]

A little more.

[ninjou]

A little more?

[A hum, soft and thoughtful. Maybe if Dazai treats this like something more normal at first, it'll be more comfortable when it changes to be intimate and loving. That will happen, he's certain. But probably not when he has a cock in his mouth.]

Do you want my lips on you, Odasaku~?

[tenimuho]

[Quite possibly he's right about that.]

Yes, I - please.

[-ah, but he's supposed to be telling Dazai what to do.]

Go slowly. Don't feel like you have to take much at first. And mind the teeth.

[ninjou]

[Another soft sound of amusement, and Dazai moves his hand so he can lap at the underside of the head of Odasaku's cock.]

One moment...

[tenimuho]

[He's patient. He'll wait. He'll keep playing with Dazai's hair and trying to keep his breathing steady (mostly failing).]