For ningen.

[hurrayformarriage]

[It had mostly been a joke.

Chuuya had claimed neither of them could write a poem if their lives depended on it. Odasaku had accepted the challenge on behalf of himself and Dazai, and told Chuuya they'd write whatever kind of poem was hardest. Tanizaki had been in the area, and, well... Tanizaki.

So here they are in Odasaku's room, writing erotic poetry.]

Any luck with yours?

[Maybe this wasn't a super great idea.]

Comments

[ningen]

Then write that. It's not like we're going to publish these. It's all a big joke...

[The penis is a dumb thing. It gets people in trouble.]

[hurrayformarriage]

[YOU'D KNOW, WOULDN'T YOU, DAZAI]

Yeah, but... It don't feel right, giving less than my all on my writin'.

[ningen]

[WHY! HOW WOULD AN UPRIGHT GENT LIKE DAZAI OSAMU KNOW ABOUT STICKING HIS DICK WHERE IT SHOULDN'T GO!]

You're just not well-acquainted enough with them, then.

[hurrayformarriage]

[You're right, Dazai has never cheated on anyone in his life and gotten in trouble for that. Never.]

Not acquainted? I've got one, how acquainted does anyone gotta be?

[ningen]

Clearly, yours isn't poetic enough.

[Inspiration is key in poetry, or so they're told. He doesn't give two fucks about this challenge, and it's not really his fault, but god he is NOT crossing Chuuya, hell no, nope.]

[hurrayformarriage]

My dick's at least as poetic as yours.

[This is the weirdest dick-measuring contest ever.]

[ningen]

Doubtful. You've only seen my dick in passing. It's practically a work of art!

[Because he's handsome and handsome guys have handsome everything.]

[hurrayformarriage]

Fine, then show it to me again.

[He really really doubts that there's anything special about your dick, Dazai, but you can try to prove it.]

[ningen]

[A glance up. Dazai is, strangely, not skeptical at all. Back on his back he goes, and he's already unfastening his pants.]

You really must like it if you want to see it.

[hurrayformarriage]

Nah, I'm just about to prove it's not any better than mine.

[Also... taking off his pants...]

[ningen]

[Before he finishes exposing himself, Dazai stands and walks over closer to Odasaku.]

I'm going to win this.

[And pushes his own pants down over his hips so he can slip himself out of his underwear. He's not hard or anything, of course, but still. This needs to be a one-to-one comparison.]

[hurrayformarriage]

Don'tcha always say that?

[Odasaku does the same. A man has the right to be pantsless in his own room.

It looks like they're roughly the same size. Who's more poetic is anyone's guess.]

[ningen]

[Poetry can be interpreted differently by different people. Dazai needs to see this advance a little so he can make a real determination, so without even asking he reaches over and begins to inspect Odasaku. It's not rough handling, but he's definitely inspecting carefully.]

I'm not sure...

[Hrm...]

Here. Let me try something.

[hurrayformarriage]

[Dazai actually touching him is weirder than just being pantsless in front of Dazai. Odasaku stiffens a little, but doesn't make to stop him.]

Yeah, that's fine.

[Those wouldn't be reassuring words from anyone else, but it's Dazai, what's the worst that could happen?]

[ningen]

I just want to see...

[If he thinks just touching is weird, now he's holding properly and like... well, there is a general attempt at arousal. Purely casual, obviously. For the sake of art.]

Heh, obviously I'll stop if you want me to.

[hurrayformarriage]

[Oh, obviously for art. And it's totally because of art that Odasaku reaches down to try and stroke Dazai to hardness, too.]

It don't mean anything if we can't compare 'em, right?

[ningen]

[Oh. That. Feels nice. Huh. He misses a beat, but ends up stroking him, ah, "properly" for a few moments, glancing up to his face with a smile. This is definitely still for art.]

If there's nothing to compare, we can't do it. Exactly.

[hurrayformarriage]

[One hundred percent for art. And if Odasaku's hips start pushing a little into the motion, then Dazai's imagining it. Definitely.]

Y-yeah.

[He's at a momentary loss for words.]

[ningen]

[Dazai doesn't notice right away but after a moment or two it's pretty obvious there's... well, some enjoyment on both ends, because Dazai's lips have parted and his eyes flutter closed for the briefest flash.

But no. This is not about that. This is strictly for comparison. But he has to do his best to get fully aroused or they can't compare properly...

Instead of just trying to pull and stroke Odasaku to full hardness, though, he finds himself trying to pleasure him a bit in the process, grinning like it's a challenge to hide his own growing desire.]

Do you think that's enough?

[hurrayformarriage]

Nah. If we don't see 'em at their most poetic, then what's the point?

[So they definitely have to be completely hard. And if Odasaku's paying a little more attention to the flush on Dazai's face than to his dick, well, obviously he's only distracted for a second.]

[ningen]

Oh! That's a good point. Always thinking ahead, Odasaku!

[Only for a second. He really wants Odasaku to not stop, pretty much ever, but that's impractical. They can just go like this for a while. Only he feels himself twitch a bit at a slight turn of touch, and he gasps. That makes his cheeks flush a bit more. No.... not good. But the way it feels makes him press his hips forward more than just a little.

Another skip in his beat, then he starts stroking Odasaku like he strokes himself when he's alone and thinking of lovely things.]

And like this? How's that? Is it helping?

[hurrayformarriage]

[Oh, Dazai obviously liked that, so he'll keep doing it that way.

Odasaku takes a moment to answer. Not because it feels too good and his brain is shorting out a little at the belated realization that Dazai is getting him off. Definitely not that.]

Y-yeah, yeah, that's - that's real good.

[He can't even phrase that like it's about Art.]

[ningen]

Yeah?

[Oh, screw it. He's going to just look like an idiot if he keeps pretending he's not distracted by all of this from the original purpose. Also that he doesn't give a fuck about it anymore.]

I'm not gonna stop unless you tell me to.

[A smile, and he leans in to nip at Odasaku's earlobe. Because yeah. Fuck it. It's a different kind of competition now.]

[hurrayformarriage]

[It certainly is. Odasaku lets out a soft gasp at the nip, before a grin comes to his face.]

Why would I wanna do that?

[There's juuuust enough space exposed on Dazai's neck for Odasaku to turn his head and leave a few kisses there.]

[ningen]

[Well then. That earns a gasp and a light laugh, accompanied by an obvious shiver and Dazai mentally giving up, moving his hips in tie to the motions of Odasaku's hand.]

Maybe it's too much and you'll chicken out.

[He bites at his earlobe again.]

Otherwise I'm going to keep going until...