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 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.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai gasps and his face turns bright red when he feels Odasaku come, having not even remotely known what to expect. He can't believe how it feels, and he knows he'll crave it again once he can function.

But Odasaku pulls out and moves away, lays down on the bed and leaves Dazai to his own devices. The younger man tries to grasp for purchase on the sheets and fails, sliding down the side of the bed to his knees on the floor. He can feel everything now, all the pain, the mess... He presses his face to the sheets, ashamed.]

[tenimuho]

[...Right, he should. Say something. That's what you do when you take your underage friend's virginity.]

You're going to want to clean yourself up. It's not very pleasant-feeling otherwise.

[Condoms would have been smart, but hindsight, etc.]

[ninjou]

[It's... it sounds cold. Dazai thought it might be different. They could hold each other and sleep and he would feel good, but no. He's a damn mess. He nods, though it probably won't be seen, and struggles to his feet.]

I'm... sorry.

[It's fine. He has trouble walking, but he shuffles to the bathroom alone, closing and locking the door.]

[tenimuho]

[Well, he fucked that up.

Odasaku spends the time Dazai's in the bathroom finding some tissues to clean himself up with, and will be redressed whenever Dazai emerges.]

[ninjou]

[He wanted it to be special, but if Odasaku didn't like it, what was the point? He'll just hide in the bathroom for a good thirty minutes, briefly showering about halfway through it, spending the rest just sitting against the door.

When he comes out, he's wrapped in a towel, and has bandages back on his arms and neck.

And Odasaku is dressed.

Well, that answers that. No cuddling. No... anything intimate. It was physical and he got what he asked for. And Odasaku wants to leave.]

Um... Thanks.

[tenimuho]

I'm sorry.

[He shouldn't have done that. He should have just kept refusing. It would have been better for both of them. And he's the adult here - he has to be responsible even when Dazai isn't.

What was he even thinking?]

...I'm so sorry.

[ninjou]

You didn't want to do it, did you.

[He hangs his head before he closes his eyes.]

Fuck.

[Right. He's going back to the bathroom. His whole body aches. His heart hurts. He feels like an idiot. But he got what he said he wanted, on a surface level.]

I'm... sorry. I'm sorry. [Fucking. Fuck. All he wanted was to make Oda like him. What an idiot.] You should go. And... don't worry, I won't bother you again.

[tenimuho]

[He can't really deny that first part, so he doesn't try.]

...Alright.

[There should be something else for him to say, something that will make this less awkward and painful for both of them.]

Happy birthday.

[...That's probably not it, though. But Odasaku doesn't know what else to say.]