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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[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...

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku nods, and a second finger joins the first. Again he's careful and slow, stretching out Dazai and searching for a certain spot that would make it less unpleasant.

His face is set in concentration right now, though his eyes are still a bit hazy.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai smiles so hard it hurts when that second finger joins the first. He's going to get lost pretty quickly, and he's glad. The thoughts of need and want are slowly leaving, replaced by the physical, carnal reality. Nothing in his mind but haze and the need for more.

Odasaku finds his mark, and Dazai shudders, pressing into the touch. He wants more of that specifically. No one has ever done that before...]

Fuck... there... what...

[tenimuho]

So that's a good spot.

[Odasaku rubs more firmly against the place he'd found, drinking in Dazai's shudders and moans.

After a few seconds of teasing that spot, he adds a third finger.]

Last one. Just hold on a little longer.

[ninjou]

Good--

[He's trying to talk but it's little more than a mumble, unheard by Odasaku before he speaks and slides one more finger in. Dazai's body shakes slightly with need at the intrusion and accompanying sensations, but he doesn't let himself resist. His body is tight, yet inviting, and he cries out quietly as he presses back.]

That... there... again, please?

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku obliges, finding that spot inside of Dazai that had been so intense the first time. He rubs gently, not wanting to overwhelm Dazai quite yet.]

You're doing so well.

[ninjou]

[Dazai might die. He's feeling electric pleasure with every press and movement, and he's being shown every approval by Odasaku that he never knew he so desperately wanted. In a moment like this, he'll do anything to hear those sort of words. He'll kill, he'll beg, he'll do absolutely whatever is asked of him as long as Odasaku doesn't deny this.

He's doing well.

He's pressing his hips back slightly, practically rutting, needing more stimulation and taking it where he can. His lips stay parted as he pants and groans and accepts this attention fully.]

Odasaku...

[tenimuho]

[Seeing Dazai undone like this, because of him, is something Odasaku didn't know how much he wanted until this moment. He never knew Dazai could unravel this far.

He withdraws his fingers, carefully, and shoves his pants and underwear off as efficiently as he can. He applies lube to himself - hissing a little, it's cold - and lines himself up.

This is the part where he should pause for last minute nerves, the absolute last point where he could back out - but he doesn't even think of that. He just presses in slowly, just the head but he's already groaning at how tight tight tight Dazai is.]

[ninjou]

[He's not ready, but he doesn't think anything could have prepared him for this. He's a naive young man about some things, one of them being... well, this sort of intimacy. He'll never forget it, though, the press and the dull pain. The slick,easy way Odasaku slides in, the way his own hips still because if he moves, it hurts, and if it hurts, he tenses up. But it's good that it hurts. If anyone is allowed to hurt him like this, it's Odasaku. In fact, he's the only one Dazai wants to ever allow to take him in this way.

His groan echoes Odasaku's, and it's choked out as his fingers grip the sheets and his knees go weak.]

A-ahh...

[tenimuho]

[It's too tight to possibly be comfortable for Dazai, and Odasaku stops where he is despite how torturous it is to not move further and surround himself with that heat.]

Tell me... tell me when it doesn't hurt...

[His voice is ragged. It's difficult, but by God he's not going to move an inch until Dazai gives him the okay.]

[ninjou]

[He doesn't care. It can hurt. He likes the pain, god, he likes the pain. Dazai is a masochist when it comes to this; he's been waiting too long to have this man. He's been working at him, breaking him down, making every pointless move he can.

So he doesn't mind the pain. He'll get comfortable eventually. The sound of Odasaku's voice makes his cock painfully hard, his hips move so he'll be more comfortable, and he groans loudly even as tears prick at the edges of his eyes.]

A little more... please... God, you're so big...

[tenimuho]

[How can he resist Dazai asking him in that voice? He had enough trouble saying no to him to begin with. Like this, he has no chance.

Odasaku presses forward, slowly. Every inch that sinks deeper into Dazai makes his senses blur, makes his world narrow down to Dazai's groans and where they're joined, makes it harder and harder to stay slow and careful.

Eventually he's as deep as he can go, and he stops again, trying to catch his breath.]

Dazai.

[Full sentences are beyond him right now.]

[ninjou]

[His whole body shakes, everything burns, but the fact that it's Odasaku filling him and hurting him makes this worth it. He's never wanted anything this much, and he knows he's a terrible brat for pushing him. He can't regret a thing, as long as Odasaku doesn't either.

His voice is strained and strangled as he moans loudly, crying out when he's completely taken, the sensations foreign but welcome. There's nothing between them but a thin, slick layer to dull the friction. How ridiculous. How lovely. And how vulgar he can be.]

Fuck me. Take me, please. Slowly...

[tenimuho]

[He doesn't need to beg - but god, does the words fill him with heat, almost as much as the tightness around him does.

Odasaku pulls back, enough so that just the head remains inside of Dazai. He pushes forward again, slowly as he was asked, and finds it slightly easier the second time around.

His hands grip onto Dazai's hips. His breathing comes ragged and heavy, and he repeats the motion without Dazai having to say so.]