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]

[He wants more. He thinks he'll always want more. But he's letting Odasaku lead for now, and the kiss is mesmerizing, joyous to him even in its simplicity. This is everything he wanted. Even if somehow they don't end up physically intimate, he's still happy.]

[tenimuho]

[Somehow. It's unlikely.

After what feels like a million years of kissing him and yet not enough at the same time, Odasaku pulls away just enough to kiss down Dazai's jaw instead. His hand doesn't leave Dazai's hair, gently running through the strands.]

[ninjou]

[This is fine, The kisses moving, his lips exploring elsewhere... all fine. He can't help a little breathy laugh as he grips Odasaku's arms. He's not pushing him away. Instead, he's grounding himself.]

Keep doing that... It's good on my neck.

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku makes a soft sound of acknowledgement, trailing his kisses down Dazai's neck. He can't reach much with Dazai's shirt still on, and what he can reach is mostly covered with bandages, but he does his best. He sucks gently, not hard enough to leave marks even underneath the strips of cloth.]

[ninjou]

[Oh. Dazai wears the bandages all the time, so it doesn't occur to him that he should probably have taken them off. Or... be taking them off. He wants Odasaku to see him, if they're going to do this, nothing hidden on his part, no secrets. He won't care what Odasaku does, but he doesn't want to be anything but completely bared to him.

He breathes, steadies himself. He lets out a little hum of contentment. Slowly, he'll descend into nothing but want.]

[tenimuho]

[He'll need to make that clear, because Odasaku wants him to be comfortable, before anything else.]

Can I take this off you?

[He tugs lightly at Dazai's shirt, then leaves another kiss on Dazai's throat while waiting for Dazai's answer. Which is probably unfair.]

[ninjou]

Yes. Yeah, of course.

[It's hideously unfair, if only because the bandages are in the way.]

Anything you want to take off... it'll be everything eventually, right?

[tenimuho]

Everything you're comfortable with.

[He works the shirt off over Dazai's head, then stops to give Dazai a good look.]

[ninjou]

[He's not sure what to do other than stare back, shyly looking away after a few moments.]

What? Do I look weird?

[Dazai you're made of bandages.]

[tenimuho]

No, I was thinking that you're good-looking.

[Maybe a little scrawny.]

Do you want me to take the bandages off?

[ninjou]

[Oh. Hrm.]

Do you want to take them off?

[tenimuho]

I want you to do whatever's comfortable. We can do this without taking them off.

[ninjou]

[He frowns. Isn't sex supposed to be sexy and not awkward?]

I asked if you wanted to. I don't care either way.

[tenimuho]

[Communication's important, Dazai.]

I don't mind either way, either. I just want you to feel good.

[He punctuates this with a kiss to Dazai's collarbone, just where the line of bandages end.]

[ninjou]

[He's clearly flustered now. Drawing back a bit, he looks at Odasaku... and looks guilty. Like he thinks he's messing up. Shouldn't this be easier than just feeling a girl up?]

The bandages don't matter. It's fine if they're off.

[tenimuho]

[That's not an expression he likes to see, especially on Dazai.

But Odasaku nods, and carefully unwraps the bandages from Dazai's neck and chest. Then - regardless of how many scars and bruises he finds there - he covers Dazai's body with kisses, mouth and tongue working against every visible inch of skin.

Relax, Dazai.]

[ninjou]

[He's nervous, and it gets better and worse when his marks are revealed. The moment Odasaku has lips on him, he lets his hands rest on the other man's shoulders and neck, trying to relax.

It'll be easier if he's not expecting his knees to give out, so he leads Odasaku toward the bed, laying down on his back with torso bared, his eyes fixed on his would-be lover. He looks amazing like this, calm and confident, like Dazai is a man and not anything lesser.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku continues the storm of kisses from between Dazai's legs. He hasn't taken off any of his own clothes yet, which is good, because there's a bottle in his jacket pocket that's more convenient than the dresser drawer all the way over there.]

Dazai.

[His voice is rough.]

Can I take the rest off you?

[He won't go any further without permission, no matter how close they are.]

[ninjou]

[He's looking up through a haze at Odasaku, and all he wants right now is him... anything, everything. He wants to be explored and pleasured and cherished just a bit.]

Everything.

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku complies. He works off Dazai's belt, then his pants, then his underwear, until he's fully revealed.

...Ah, he's gorgeous. Odasaku doesn't remember to feel bad about that thought.

Instead, he presses a kiss to the inside of one of Dazai's thighs. Then the other one.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai lays there, not embarrassed, just appreciative of the attention and the way he's being looked at. How can this be bad at all? It's impossible.

The kisses make him shiver, but he patiently waits for each move, hoping he'll get hard soon enough and stop being so unprepared.]

I've wanted you like this for a long time.

[Of course for a teenager a long time is like... six months.]

[tenimuho]

[For Odasaku, they haven't even known each other for a long time.

Ah, he's not hard yet. Maybe Odasaku should tease him a little less. ...Or maybe not.]

Mm? How long have you wanted me to fuck you, exactly?

[If it's harder to answer when Odasaku runs his tongue over the length of Dazai's cock, well - he's not sorry.]

[ninjou]

[Does anyone expect an answer when that tongue is where it is? Dazai can already feel himself breathing harder at that gesture, combined with words that are going to be seared into his mind forever. Maybe Odasaku isn't good and pure and unassuming, with a mouth like that.]

Maybe a year... maybe more, it's just really hard to think right now... fuck.

[tenimuho]

[He's just trying to help. If that means a filthy mouth, then he'll do that.

He pulls back enough to speak-]

Did you think of me when you were getting off?

[-before returning to his attentions, letting his tongue lap at the head and enjoying the way Dazai's breathing hitches.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai enjoys the unexpected way of speaking. His body is seemingly enjoying it, too. His heart races and blood flows to important places as he smiles at Odasaku.]

All the time. [A gasp, a little groan.] I think about you when I'm with other people, too.