For ninjou.

[tenimuho]

[There are a lot of reasons why a person would want to humor an up-and-coming mafioso, likely to be one of the youngest executives if not the youngest executive in Port Mafia history.

But Odasaku doesn't really think of what he's doing right now, sitting down and playing video games with Dazai, as 'humoring' him. Even if he's not all that great at fighting games compared to Dazai, and even if it might be considered a little weird, a 20-year-old playing games with a 15-year-old...]

Oh, I lost again.

[...it's fun even when he loses, so he's playing.]

Good game. Want another round?

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[ninjou]

Liar~ I've seen you do it.

[tenimuho]

[that was one time]

I'm not interested in you that way, Dazai.

[ninjou]

I don't believe you.

[He reaches over and touches Odasaku's chin.]

I think you're a man, and you have desires and needs just like anyone else.

[Blink.]

Unless you just don't like men?

[tenimuho]

...That's not it.

[He is attracted to men, he won't deny that part. And he does have needs, but-]

I'm insulted you think I'm a slave to those needs.

[-that doesn't mean he's going to try things with teenagers.]

[ninjou]

[Snerk.]

No, if you were a slave to those, you wouldn't be freaking out when I come on to you. But I still think you want me.

[Dazai smiles, looking at him sweetly, darkly.]

How long have you known me?

[tenimuho]

Half a year now...?

[Long enough that this was comfortable, before the flirting started. Did it just start? Did he miss something earlier?]

[ninjou]

Long enough to know that I'm not a child. Look, this is the Port Mafia. I could die tomorrow. It's not worth me living like a loser.

[He tips his head to the side. He's been flirting with him since almost day one. Dazai goes after what he wants.]

It's not worth me not going for what I want, you see.

[tenimuho]

[...He has a point - it makes perfect sense from Dazai's perspective - but it doesn't do anything to alleviate Odasaku's feeling of disgust with himself for even thinking of going along with it.

But, well. Maybe if he gives Dazai a bit of what he wants, he'll be satisfied.]

I'll give you your kiss. Since you won it.

[ninjou]

[Maybe if he gives Dazai an inch, Dazai can find a way to take a mile. He could corner Odasaku and get hands on him and then see if he'll really resist. He could do that. It's a fleeting thought.]

A good one, right?

[tenimuho]

A good one.

[Odasaku tilts Dazai's chin up and leans in.

It's not like the first kiss - that had been gentle and chaste, the kind of first kiss he'd give anyone, not just someone he was reluctant to kiss at all.

This kiss is more intense, deeper - after a second, there's a swipe of tongue over Dazai's lower lip - and anything else that Odasaku can put into it. If he just makes this 'good', then Dazai will leave the subject alone after this. Right?]

[ninjou]

[Dazai, for his part, melts into it. He doesn't force anything. He's sweet and pliant and goes with it, his hand lightly touching Odasaku's cheek. When he responds, it's not like some novice. He's a lover. It's clear now.

So he throws himself into it, thought not violently, making sure Odasaku knows he's not messing around, but keeping the pressure to continue as low as he dares. He's here to entice, not overwhelm.]

[tenimuho]

[It's easy to forget, with eyes closed, that he's kissing a teenager. Dazai responds like any adult he's kissed - with more passion than a good few of them, actually.

So Odasaku repeats it in his head, a litany as he deepens the kiss even further and pulls Dazai closer to him - Just once. Just once.]

[ninjou]

[Well. That's unexpected, and Dazai is more than pleased. He hums very, very softly, showing Odasaku that he's good, and more is fine, letting himself be drawn in. Of course, then Dazai closes his eyes so he can think, make this a perfect strategy.

Being pulled closer is wholly unexpected, and he almost puts himself on Odasaku's lap.]

[tenimuho]

[It's probably for the best that he didn't. That would stop Odasaku immediately.

As things are, Odasaku thinks he'll stop this - in just a second. Or two. But a little more is fine, a little deeper and with maybe one soft sound swallowed up by the kiss. He wants this to be satisfying, after all.]

[ninjou]

[Oh, they can stop in a bit. Dazai is being good, he's behaving. He echoes the sound and inches things forward...

It's more than he expected. So much more.]

[tenimuho]

[...alright, that's enough of that. Odasaku withdraws slowly, separating their mouths but not pulling away from Dazai otherwise.

His cheeks feel hot. When he speaks, his voice is rough.]

Was that good enough?

[ninjou]

[Dazai's eyes stay closed, lips parted, face just the tiniest bit flushed. The words take a few moments to register, then he breathes.]

Yes. Very good.

[He wants more. He could do this for hours. He wants him so, so badly.]

[tenimuho]

[Anyone would think Dazai was handsome this way, so it doesn't mean anything that the thought occurs to Odasaku now. It doesn't mean anything at all.]

Are you satisfied now?

[ninjou]

[Of course he's handsome. Dazai is young, but he's always been impressive. Odasaku hasn't pulled away yet...]

Mostly.

[tenimuho]

Mostly?

[That's not an answer he was hoping for.

Also no, no he hasn't pulled away just yet.]

[ninjou]

It felt good.

[He's warm and content, but he's a teenager, and he wants more. He wants this infatuation to be returned.]

Really good. I'm never going to forget that.

[tenimuho]

Should I thank you for saying that?

[Alright, now he's trying to pull back a little, this closeness is awkward (at least for him).]

[ninjou]

[Dazai moves in for one more kiss, chaste and fleeting, then pulls away.]

Yeah, go ahead. I've never kissed anyone like that.

[tenimuho]

[He didn't give permission for that - but he also doesn't fight it.]

I'm not surprised. [Because he's young and supposedly relatively inexperienced.]

[ninjou]

[Well. That's insulting.]

Alright.

[Yep, pulling back now.]