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]

[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.]

[ninjou]

[Once those hands are on his hips, Dazai loses himself. He knows he's leaking, prays he won't go too soon, so he focuses on the way Odasaku feels inside him. He can't stop responding, staying still so Odasaku can move as he likes, but there's no lack of verbal acknowledgement.]

Good... more...

[tenimuho]

[More? As you wish, Dazai.

Odasaku's next thrust is quicker, and it draws out a low curse from him. That faster rhythm has him breathing hard, trying not to tighten his hands on Dazai's hips too much, though he suspects Dazai would be the last to complain about bruises.

The sight of Dazai bent and willing is obscene - the sensation far worse. Odasaku defies any man to keep complete control of himself like this.]

[ninjou]

[He doesn't want Odasaku to control himself. Whatever the man wants, Dazai would have him take. And as gently or recklessly as he cares to. Bruises are welcome... the longer he can hold on to this feeling, the better. He's enamored and he's not sure why his throat hurts, but he imagines it's because he's panting and practically yelling with every thrust.

Now he's helping. He's pressing back, he's making himself relax while his body accepts Odasaku's. Sometimes, when they move just right, he feels a press against that spot that had him so broken before. That makes him tense and groan, and eventually it'll make him come all over the sheets. But he'll hold out, just for Odasaku, just to see how long the man will go.]

[tenimuho]

[He wants Dazai. He wants to hear Dazai's voice grow even louder, and he wants to watch his back arch as he comes, and he wants this electric feeling in his veins to stay as long as he dares to let it.]

God, Dazai--

[If Dazai's helping, then he'll help too. One of Odasaku's hands leaves Dazai's hips in order to wrap around Dazai's cock and stroke, at as close to the same rhythm as he can get.]

[ninjou]

Oda--

[His voice shakes and his breath hitches as the hand goes around his cock. It's going to send him over the edge so quickly. It only takes a few strokes before Dazai, amateurish and inexperienced compared to some, despite his reputation, and completely taken over by this, loses himself. He shudders and his body tenses, and he's sure Odasaku can feel him twitch against his fingers as he presses against the sheets, raising up, arching his back. He comes, and he can't regret the mess... he just regrets it being so quick.]

Keep going... don't stop, please. Odasaku, don't... don't stop...

[tenimuho]

[He was right. Dazai in the middle of climax is absolutely stunning.

It'll hurt again, with Dazai oversensitive from coming. But he can't say no when Dazai begs him like that.

Odasaku grips both of Dazai's hips again, more tightly than he intends, and moves faster, harder. As he goes on, his pace becomes erratic as he gets closer to the edge, as the heat inside him coils tighter, tighter. He's so close--]

[ninjou]

[He wishes this could go on forever, but at least it's good. He's sensitive and numb at the same time, and he has tears rolling down his cheeks as he cries out again and again, a crescendo into one long, shaking sound when Odasaku's rhythm falters and his pace intensifies.]

[tenimuho]

[When Odasaku comes, he comes hard, spilling into Dazai with a deep groan and a few shallow last thrusts. He takes a few seconds just to come down and catch his breath.

...what did he just do?

The post-coital high doesn't last long for him. He pulls out of Dazai, carefully, and lays back onto the bed, all the thoughts of guilt and shame that had been kept away by endorphins rushing into his head at once.]