For ningen.

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[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

[hurrayformarriage]

[Odasaku smiles a little more gently, lays another kiss on Dazai's jaw.]

Want me to make you come, too?

[It's no good for a member of the decadent school to be shy.]

[ningen]

[Shit. Can he even handle this? He nods, though, nods at Odasaku and this seemed like a good and innocent idea at the time but nope. He's breathing rather heavily now.]

Make me come, too...

[hurrayformarriage]

Alright.

[It's sort of difficult to shove Dazai's cloak off one-handed but he's not willing to stop stroking him, and eventually he manages it. The buttons on his shirt will probably be impossible.]

Wear less, would ya?

[ningen]

[He looks from his own hand to his clothing, then to Odasaku with a frown.]

I'll have to stop to do it. Is that.... fine?

[hurrayformarriage]

Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

[He wants to get Dazai off more than he wants to come right now, and that notion might be a little worrying if he stopped to think about it, so he doesn't.]

[ningen]

It's... okay!

[And he is properly shoving his cloak off, and his shirt and vest and his pants, not slowly, but showy, a strip tease at an unusually quick pace. All for him. He's glad his belts stay off when they write.

Finally, he steps out of his slacks, and walks closer again.]

[hurrayformarriage]

[...Dazai is better-looking than he'd realized before. Huh. He learned something new today.

When Dazai comes back, Odasaku wastes no time. He attacks Dazai's collarbone with lips and tongue, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Dazai wears a tie, it'll be fiiiine.]

[ningen]

[Dazai is good looking he wouldn't like about being handsome!!!!!!

But now he's naked. And. His collarbone is being gladly assaulted by Odasaku's lips. He moans softly at first, then a little squeak... and then louder.]

H-hey...

[hurrayformarriage]

Mm?

[Use your words, Dazai. Odasaku inspects the mark he's left with an air of satisfaction, then moves lower, laving his tongue down Dazai's chest and over a nipple.]

[ningen]

Hnnnghghg?

[Words what are those. It's not like he's an author or anything. Not even.

He's just looking down and covering his face a bit. Why is it embarrassing??]

[hurrayformarriage]

[Odasaku laughs, a soft laugh much different from his usual one.]

It ain't like you to be shy, Dazai.

[More kisses around his abdomen. He may notice a general downward trend here.]

[ningen]

Well......

[Oh. Oh god. Well. Okay. Okay, that laugh is sweet and adorable and Dazai vaguely wonders why he wants to kiss it off his face but that isn't the important part the important part is he is going lower.]

...How can I not be shy when you're going... that way?!?

[IT'S ODASAKU FOR FUCK'S SAKE.]

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I ain't gonna lose to you [if they are still competing? they probably are?] so I gotta use everythin' at my disposal.

[He kisses the outside of one of Dazai's hipbones.]

I'm good with my hands. But my mouth is better.

[ningen]

Odasaku...

[It's a whispery whine, but he's not saying no. He's saying yes, in his own way, to this brand new amazing wonderful what the fuck is going on thing. He's not even trying to get back to stroking Odasaku. He's just letting himself be manhandled.]

I-I'm not going to lose... to you...

[Even if he is flinching a little and his dick is aching with need. He might die. He'll probably die. This is too much.

Oh, man... what a good way to go.]

[hurrayformarriage]

[It beats drowning, that's for sure. Even with a beautiful woman by your side.

Odasaku's on his knees now - it's the only comfortable position with Dazai still standing. His knees might ache later, but it's worth it to get that voice out of Dazai.

The kisses travel from the outside of Dazai's hip, to the inside of Dazai's thigh, then to his other thigh, and finally to the very tip of Dazai's cock, a feather-light, teasing touch.]

[ningen]

[Oh. No no no no he's knees he's on his knees and Dazai almost squeaks at the closeness of those lips. He's damn well ready for feel a hot mouth wrapped around him but. Ah. Odasaku???

His mind goes a bit blank as he stares down... And lips contact his cock.]

U-uhhh.... Pl...ease? More....

[hurrayformarriage]

[ There's no way Odasaku can help grinning at that. He might have teased a bit more, but since he asked nicely...

Odasaku wraps his lips around the tip of Dazai's cock. It's been a while since he's done this, so he paces himself, gradually swallowing more and more of Dazai with every bob of his head.]

[ningen]

[Dazai would never know it's been a while, because he's used to nice, normal sex with ladies, and not this gloriousness. This is amazing, probably because he actually cares about Odasaku and is still vaguely in shock that this is how he will lose an important contest of mental aptitude and artistic value.

He's just... taking more and more, and Dazai is doing everything he can to let Odasaku work unassisted. But a hand on his head won't hurt, right? Light and gentle and not urging him along, just resting there...]

[hurrayformarriage]

[If there's any way you want to lose an artistic competition, this isn't a bad candidate.

The hand on his hair is nice. Complimentary without being forceful. Odasaku reacts with enthusiasm, sucking hard on what he can fit in his mouth without choking. There's something that sounds suspiciously like a moan.]

[ningen]

[Jeez, this guy... This guy. Dazai can't help shuddering and he vaguely wants to collapse on the floor because his knees don't agree with this... but he's leaning on the chair with one hand to stay upright.

That... does he... have to moan... like that...]

Odasaku.

[hurrayformarriage]

[Dazai should say his name like that all the time. Odasaku doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing it, if they do this again.

He really wants to do this again.

But he's getting ahead of himself. (...no pun intended.) His tongue drags over the underside, swirls around the head a bit before he goes back to just sucking intently.]

[ningen]

[He can get ahead of himself all he wants! Hell, Dazai will make a schedule! He'll write it on the calendar! This is...

Knees going weak, Dazai flails a hand a bit, then whimpers something unintelligible.]

'm gonna...

[hurrayformarriage]

[Odasaku totally didn't hear that. Or anyway, he has plausible deniability about hearing it, it was only a whimper after all.

It definitely isn't that he wants to make Dazai finish so badly right now. That's totally not the reason why he sucks harder after he whimpers that, and his gaze flickers back up to watch Dazai's face for what might or might not be happening soon. It's a complete coincidence.]

[ningen]

[It was a pretty pathetic sound, it's true. Dazai's losing his good mind and he shakes down to his feet when Odasaku sucks at him, looks down with wide eyes that close so tightly afterward as he cries out sharply. He wants to warn him! He tried!

He tried, and he failed, so now he's coming harder than he thinks he's ever done, his cock twitching against Odasaku's tongue. One hand braces in Odasaku's hair, but flails for the nearest stable object while his body tries to give out entirely.]

O-Odasaku......

[hurrayformarriage]

[Dazai spills himself in Oda's mouth, and Oda waits for him to be done before pulling away with one last lick.]

So how'd I do?

[He's grinning. There's come still visible on his tongue when he talks.]