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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[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.]

[ninjou]

[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.]

[tenimuho]

[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.]

[ninjou]

[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.

[tenimuho]

[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.]

[ninjou]

[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.....]

[tenimuho]

[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.]

[ninjou]

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

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

[tenimuho]

[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.]

[ninjou]

[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...

[tenimuho]

[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.]

[ninjou]

[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.]

[tenimuho]

[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.]

[ninjou]

[He's gone soon enough, though not over the edge. His voice is raised and unintelligible, his fingers are twisted in those lustrous strands and he wonders if he can hold out long... He'll open his eyes and look down and watch with pure lustful adoration.]

Want me to warn you....?

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku pulls off long enough to shake his head, then slips Dazai back between his lips. His tongue drags over the underside as he starts to bob his head again.

Don't worry about distracting things like that. Dazai should just relax and enjoy himself.]

[ninjou]

[How can he possibly bring himself to do something like this to Odasaku? He adores him and wants to treat him with respect. No, he'll do his best to hold off so he won't spill into his mouth.

He feels dirty compared to any other sexual act he's ever been party to. His red cheeks show that well enough. But it feels... incredible, warm and wet and so good that he can feel himself twitching already.]

[tenimuho]

[Even though Odasaku wants that? He wasn't kidding, months ago, when he said he liked doing this.

Odasaku takes more of Dazai in, about as much as he can without choking, and has to hold Dazai's hips still or any sudden movement really will gag him. He looks up at Dazai's flushed face and can't help but moan, muffled around him.]

[ninjou]

[If there's an expression that he wants it, Dazai will do his best to not hold back. He's not small, so he understands why he's being held and controlled. It's lovely. Their eyes meet and he just... his fingers tense and his body tenses... the vibration is too much, and he covers his mouth with one hand, biting it to keep his reactions reasonable. There's a wild moment where he tries to breathe, where he tries to keep himself controlled, but it doesn't work.

His body quivers.]