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'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.

[tenimuho]

[Ah, that's better.]

If you tell me about that, I'll tell you about the time I got off thinking of you.

[...there was only one time, but he figures Dazai will be happy to hear about it, anyway.

If it's harder to talk about it with Odasaku's lips wrapped around the head of Dazai's cock and gradually moving downwards, he's not sorry at all.]

[ninjou]

[Interesting response. A good one, because it makes Dazai tense up for a moment, then melt back onto his bed with a smile. Odasaku thought about him... god. He's giddy. He's even worse off when lips are on him and he's filled with heat.

He groans, not quietly, and slides his fingers into Odasaku's hair.]

When I can't sleep... I keep thinking about what it would be like to have you inside me. I'll... [Is this normal...] Finger myself thinking of you. Doesn't get anything done... then I start thinking about you grabbing my cock and jerking me off... it's never slow. You're always so good that I get off fast.

[He can do this... he can talk through this, if only to forestall his own orgasm.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku's reply to all of that is a pleased hum, before he starts to bob his head. He holds Dazai's hips down - please don't choke him accidentally.

It's hard to keep his eyes open and focus at the same time, but he makes eye contact with Dazai briefly. He's listening. Very carefully.]

[ninjou]

[He strains against the hold on his hips, but it's fine. He's fine. Everything is good. And Odasaku is watching him as his mouth drops open and he has to close his own eyes.]

I--I made somebody lick me and finger me, too. All I've wanted is you. I left... I was waiting... for you... I tried to give him a blowjob but I couldn't. It was boring. I didn't care... But I'll do anything you want. Anything, I promise.

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku pulls off of Dazai slowly and straightens up. He sheds his clothing layer by layer, talking as he does.]

After I made that promise to you... I couldn't stop thinking about it.

[He fishes the bottle from his jacket pocket before tossing the jacket to the side.]

I wanted to know what kind of faces you made.

[His shirt goes the same way.]

I wanted to hear your voice call my name.

[He uncaps the bottle and spreads its contents over his fingers.]

I thought about-

[After gently urging Dazai to flip over, one lubed finger traces the rim of Dazai's hole, before slowly pressing in. Odasaku takes in a sharp breath.]

-how tight you'd be.

[ninjou]

[The words bring Dazai low, and he smiles thinly through overwhelming lust. All he wants to do is watch Odasaku now, see the look in his eyes while he takes him, but he's saved the embarrassment of a noticeable blush when he's turned over. He could scream waiting to finally feel the one person he's ever desperately wanted, but instead it's a hideously undignified whimper.

Then he presses in, and Dazai cries out, his hips bucking against the bed as he digs his fingers into the sheets.]

[tenimuho]

[Well, that answers the question of whether it hurts or not fairly definitively.

Still, Odasaku can't be anything but careful with Dazai. His finger presses in deeper, slowly, trying to stretch Dazai out without causing him pain.]

Tell me if I hurt you.

[He wants this to be good for Dazai from start to finish.]

[ninjou]

[It faintly hurts, but the way the very notion of this runs through Dazai makes it negligible. He feels it, but doesn't care. He'll suffer any amount of pain or discomfort to be able to have Odasaku. And he's not unused to pain at all.

He huffs and moves his feet further apart before he arches his back and looks back at Odasaku.]

Okay... you can do more...