crowspace | For ninjou.

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[...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.]

[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.]

[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?]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[He tenses and relaxes every few strokes, content to be taken over like this, eyes hazy when he breaks the kiss for a few moments before diving back in. He can barely breathe, or think, or do anything but writhe under the way Odasaku is making him feel. His hand is warm, gentle but firm in its touch, and he doesn't bother keeping his hips still once he's painfully hard.

He'll moan into the kiss, finally, eyes tightly closed.]

[He doesn't need to keep still. Odasaku will encourage him not to, in fact - the push of his hips makes Odasaku build that rhythm up to something a little more satisfying.

A pleased hum from Odasaku gets swallowed by the kiss. His eyes are lidded, but he wouldn't dare miss watching Dazai's face right now.]

[He gives another shuddering moan into the kiss, then feels himself getting sloppy and uncoordinated with his tongue, so pulls away and presses back into the bed. His eyes stay tightly closed.]

...so good.

[Odasaku murmurs softly, directly in Dazai's ear.]

Can I kiss you?

[He doesn't mean on the lips. It feels lopsided to return what Dazai did for him with just a handjob, even if it's one Dazai's obviously enjoying.]

[That vaguely pulls Dazai out of the moment. Why is he asking? Well, he laughs quietly and nods, tilting his head toward him for that offered kiss.....]

[Oh, he's been misunderstood. Odasaku chuckles self-consciously and shakes his head.]

No, I meant - can I give you oral sex.

[There is literally no way to refer to this that isn't either clinical, vulgar, or purple somehow.]

[He went down the least Dazai route with that... so Dazai laughs nervously.]

Oh. Same.... same answer. Yes. Please.

[Odasaku has to rearrange himself on the bed to be comfortable for that, ending up between Dazai's legs.

He's watching Dazai's face as he grips him carefully by the base and leans in to lick one long stripe from base to head.]

[Dazai is on edge and throbbing, watching him like he's doing something miraculous. He might as well be. Dazai's eyes narrow in pleasure as he watches.

This is... actually happening.]

Hnngg...

[It sure is. Dazai's expression right now is endlessly fascinating to Odasaku - he can't look away.

He drags his tongue over Dazai a few more times, focusing mainly on the head, before wrapping his lips around him. Unlike Dazai, he only takes a little bit in and avoids choking himself immediately.]

[Well, someone has experience, and someone does not. He might apologize for the offense of being a novice later.

Instead, he reaches down and tugs at his lover's hair lightly, content and relaxed, though his body is coiled up too tight on the inside.]

Edited 2016-11-07 14:40 (UTC)

[It's not as if Odasaku minded too much.

The tugging is a compliment. Odasaku takes more of Dazai in, then retreats, then slides further down. His cheeks hollow as he focuses, trying to please.]

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