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.]

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[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...

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[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......

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[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.]

[ningen]

[THAT'S TOO LEWD. Dazai's face is as red as his hair and he looks down at Odasaku in shock and embarrassment. Why is this hot? Why does he like it? He kind of wants to die from confusion.]

A-ahh... [He covers his face and speaks behind his hands.] Don't look at me like that...

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[Oda can't help but laugh at Dazai's reaction, it's adorable.]

But I like lookin' at ya, Dazai.

[ningen]

[No he's busy dying of embarrassment it's only gay if he says it's gay and he's dangerously close to saying it's super gay let him live.]

That's... too much... Why did you do that, anyway???

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Eh? Didn't ya tell me to make ya come?

[Blowjobs are clearly the most reasonable answer to that.]

[ningen]

Sort of, yes. I mean. I wanted you to.

[He is stark naked and staring at his best buddy who just gave him a flawless blowjob and this is too much to handle. Decadent or not, he is a man of action! He maneuvers Odasaku back into the chair he had been leaning on.]

I can't lose!

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[Well, okay, he's sitting in a chair now and looking up at Dazai.]

You don't gotta if you don't wanna. We'll call it a draw.

[Competitions are one thing, but he'd feel terrible if Dazai pushed himself just for the sake of competition.]

[ningen]

Just... be quiet and let me try.

[His cheeks are a little pink, and he's looking everywhere but at Odasaku's face, but Dazai still gets down on his knees and pushes Odasaku's legs apart so he can scoot in closer. The look of determination on his face is probably kind of adorable.]

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[It's super adorable. Oda will shut up obediently. Instead of answering, he sets a hand in Dazai's hair - he knows better than to mess it up too much, at least without permission, so for now he just lightly curls his fingers in the strands.

Of course, he's still hard. Making Dazai come hadn't exactly taken away from his arousal.]