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]

[Nervousness, huh.]

I don't mind. I'll take care of you for as long as it takes.

[ninjou]

[Completely nervous. He's trying not to be embarrassed. It's not really working.]

You're sure? It might take a while...

[tenimuho]

You're worth it to me.

[It's not the worst thing he'd do for Dazai.]

[ninjou]

Oh.

[Yep, doubly nervous now. Odasaku isn't... like him. Probably doesn't get around as much. If he has the saintlike patience to do this, Dazai will be enamored even more. He's never been with a guy, so it's strange, but Odasaku isn't just some random person. It's not like he'll get with anyone else besides Odasaku anymore.]

Um... what should I do?

[Dazai has never been this shy in his life.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku doesn't get around much, it's true, but he can be patient. At least, when it comes to things and people that are important.]

This might be more comfortable on a bed.

[Couches are fine for blowjobs but not as pleasant for everything else.]

[ninjou]

Right.

[Shit what is going on how does he do this why is his boyfriend so hot and how is this even possible help.

Being cool, of course, he holds out a hand so he can tug him to the bedroom.]

Should I get undressed, or...?

[tenimuho]

[Dazai is very cool. Except when he's being cute instead.]

You don't have to right now.

[He thinks that might just make Dazai more self-conscious. Complete nudity can do that sometimes.]

Just lay back.

[ninjou]

[Not. Cute.

He does as suggested, though, pulls Odasaku into the room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed before moving to lay on it properly, head cradled in the pillows, a little nervousness in his eyes mingling with the complete trust and adoration.]

Don't stop, even if I do something stupid. I might flinch or something.

[tenimuho]

[Not cute at all, right.

Odasaku nods, laying down on his stomach next to Dazai.]

That's okay.

[He figures Dazai will make it clear when/if he actually wants Odasaku to stop. He hopes that Dazai will.

For right now, he leans toward Dazai to catch his lips in a gentle kiss.]

[ninjou]

Alright.

[He watches as Odasaku joins him, unsure what he should do. He wants to wrap an arm around him, to be caught up in him to make this all easier. Instead, he waits for Odasaku to make the moves. First, a kiss, which he returns just as gently. His hands curl against the sheets.]

[tenimuho]

[Kissing's a good start. It's something he knows Dazai likes, that they've done before. Odasaku's slow, gradual about deepening it - he's in no rush.

One of Odasaku's hands moves to rest on Dazai's cheek - the other seeks out one of Dazai's hands, trying to lace their fingers together.]

[ninjou]

[It's good, a comfortable start, and Dazai lets him lead, though he teases just a little back. He's being as natural as he can be, like normal, the eager one who wants undivided attention, but doesn't want to push anything.

Their fingers lace together, and he squeezes his hand lightly. A gesture of trust and adoration.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku squeezes Dazai's hand in return. The adoration is mutual, and he just wants to show Dazai that in any way he can.

He's fine with taking the lead here and setting the pace - he's going to take care of Dazai now after all. He breaks the kiss, briefly, to lay a soft kiss on Dazai's throat instead.]

I love you, Osamu.

[ninjou]

Love you, too...

[The lips on his throat make him shiver pleasantly, content with the attention. His free hand lifts as he relaxes back more, and settles in Odasaku's hair. He doesn't tug or anything, just lets his hand rest there lightly.]

When you call me that I feel like I'm falling.

[tenimuho]

[It's a pleasant touch, the hand in his hair. He hopes it stays there for a while.]

In a good way, I hope.

[A few more kisses are dotted on Dazai's jaw.]

[ninjou]

Like the world stops existing. And it's just us.

[He hopes that feeling never fades. Only Odasaku is allowed to call him that. He sighs, fingers curling into Odasaku's hair as the kisses are gladly accepted.]

It's really just us.

[tenimuho]

Nothing else is important right now.

[The mafia, their day to day worries, those can wait until later. This is all that matters in the present moment.

Another kiss is pressed behind Dazai's ear, then a soft lick to his earlobe.]

[ninjou]

I know...

[What mafia? What world? What anything but those lips and hands? He's shivering under the touch, his whole body shaking in nervous anticipation of every sensation. He closes his eyes so there's nothing to distract from the kisses.]

That's good.

[tenimuho]

[Then he'll do that some more, laying kisses from behind his ear down the side of his neck and a few on the junction between neck and shoulder.

With the hand not holding onto Dazai's, he traces a finger down the trace amount of skin exposed by Dazai's unbuttoned shirt. Idly, almost.]

[ninjou]

[It's strange, but Dazai's alright with not being bared yet. There's a little air of anticipation around it all... When will Odasaku make that move? When will that part of things begin? He's eager enough to have himelf be seen, but this is a slow, lovely thing he's doing, not quite seduction, but definitely wonderfully intimate.

The tracing of that finger makes him laugh softly.]

The teasing is good.

[Another shiver. He's would up too tight, but his body is warming. His fingers flex around Odasaku's.]

[tenimuho]

[Good to know. Odasaku kisses Dazai's throat again, humming in acknowledgement. It feels all the more intimate because it's skin Dazai almost always covers. This is a side only Odasaku sees.

He keeps that up for a bit, soft kisses on the spots of skin he can reach, then whispers in Dazai's ear as he tugs lightly at the bottom of Dazai's shirt.]

Can I take this off you?

[ninjou]

[No one has this control, this hold on him. No one gets to see this. Dazai smiles and nods, ready to show Odasaku everything.]

Please. I want you to see it.

[tenimuho]

[Carefully, Odasaku pulls Dazai's shirt off over his head, and sets it aside before just... looking at Dazai for a second.

It hasn't been quite like this, the few times he's seen him shirtless before. Not in this context, where the air is charged with something Odasaku can't name. Dazai's scars haven't changed, and Odasaku's opinion on them hasn't changed either, but he still has to take a moment to take Dazai in.

Then he leans in again to leave kisses further down, down over Dazai's collarbone and below, tracing lines of muscle with his tongue. He kisses scarred skin and bare skin with the same amount of careful attention.]

[ninjou]

[The sensation over the scars is unique. He's never let some woman do this, never let some one night stand have access to the marks that might as well be soul-deep. So he moans quietly as Odasaku finds a particularly sensitive spot, quickly apologizing when he moves on.

He can't handle it all terribly well, but he opens his eyes to force himself to look at what's being done to him. The beautiful, careful attention.]

...I love you. So much.

[tenimuho]

[He's committing the spots that make Dazai moan to memory. He plans to revisit them again, and again, and again.

He pulls back just long enough to give an answer.]

I love you too, Osamu.

[Then it's back to soft kisses, lingering longer where Dazai gives him a good reaction.

He may well end up covering every inch of Dazai's chest with kisses before this night is over. Even if it takes all night and they never get anywhere further.]