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]

[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.]

[ninjou]

[Good. Pay attention to every inch, everything he hides from everyone else. The only gift he can think to give Odasaku that will mean something is himself. It may seem selfish, but he doesn't give his affection to anyone else, and his body is never freely exposed. This is a man in love, now, someone who has wants and needs, and who will greedily ask for them as he grows more comfortable.

What's more, he's warm, his skin flushed, and he's gradually finding a nice, deep mental place that allows him to forget fully that Odasaku is a man. He's more than that. He's a lover.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku will fulfill any of Dazai's wants and needs except one.

These wants, he can do. He can kiss Dazai until pale skin turns pink (it won't bruise, he didn't get permission for that) - he can run his free hand down Dazai's chest, seeking out the places Dazai'd moaned at before to rub again with careful fingers. He'll do all that with pleasure, because seeing Dazai pleased and content makes his heart warm.

He murmurs words against Dazai's skin, softer than his kisses. I love you. I'm yours.]

[ninjou]

[He's squirming a bit under the attentions, breathy laughs and little sighs as Odasaku hits particular places. He'll know now where Dazai's nerves are ruined from burns and cuts, where he's ticklish, where only a little stimulation makes his entire body feel electric.

He's losing himself more quickly now, a mild curse or two when Odasaku hits particular spots.]

[tenimuho]

[...Now seems like as good a time as any. Odasaku pulls back, only touching Dazai by their connected hands.]

Can I undress you?

[The rest of the way, he means.]

[ninjou]

[He pulls Odasaku's hand up to his lips and kisses it gently before letting him go.]

Please.

[He wants to be seen and felt and adored by the only person who matters.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku will probably need Dazai to lift his hips a little to get his pants off of him, but he takes them all the way off - no impatient 'around the legs' business here. Then, very carefully, he does the same with Dazai's underwear.

Still nervous, Dazai?]

[ninjou]

[Nervous, but his body responds readily to being exposed. He'd like to cover himself and back out, but with those soft steel eyes looking at him with such gentleness, he's charmed. He's happy. They're going to be here together, completely bared, and once they are...

Once they are, Dazai reaches down and tries to drag Odasaku up so he can hold him. He needs to feel their skin touching, their bodies aligned.]

[tenimuho]

[That's just fine with him. Odasaku wraps an arm around Dazai, leaning in for another kiss. Not quite as gentle and chaste as the first ones. He thinks they're both a little worked up for that now.

Slowly, he reaches down with his other hand to give Dazai a stroke, gentle, testing.]

[ninjou]

[He's slowly working up, slowly accepting everything, but once their tongues meet, he lets out the most lovingly intense sound he's ever made in his life. And it only escalates when he's finally touched like that, stroked, finally, finally hard. It's like nothing he's ever felt before. If this is sex when one is loved, he'll never lack for anything wonderful again.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku wants to give him everything he's ever lacked for. If that means kissing him until he's out of breath - all the better. If that means building a steady rhythm with his hand now that he can tell Dazai's enjoying it - he's never been happier.

The sounds Dazai makes are beautiful. Dazai is beautiful.]