crowspace | Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[Public library be damned, Chuuya is enjoying this too much to rush.

Except a hot urgency hits him like a freight train when poet Chuuya sends such lovely vibrations up and down his cock, and both hands come up to tangle in those blonde locks as Chuuya lets out a needy little moan.

God, now he’s being swallowed whole, and the combination of that hot, velvety mouth and skilled tongue is enough to make him tremble with pleasure. He forces his hips still so that he doesn’t choke other Chuuya, but he’s so fucking turned on that he’s sure the other can taste his arousal thick on his tongue.]

Fuck, I’m close...

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[Tiny Chuuya will just take the urgency as a compliment.

He doesn't back off even an inch when other Chuuya warns him, instead choosing to bob his head and suck harder on his cock. He glances up at Chuuya again, silently urging him: go on and come.]

[That smoldering look, along with the added suction and eagerness to please is more than enough to push Chuuya over the edge, and finally he comes with a broken cry, hips stuttering as he fills poet Chuuya’s mouth. Intense, white hot pleasure hits him like a crashing wave, and when he’s finally spent he slumps back against the chair, panting.]

Holy shit...

[The aftershocks of his orgasm make him twitch, and there’s a goofy, satisfied grin on his face as he finally lets go of other Chuuya’s hair.]

[Chuuya swallows him down, every last drop. When other-Chuuya lets go of his hair and he pulls away, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand, just to make sure.

That expression makes Chuuya grin.]

Not bad, huh?

Definitely not bad.

[Chuuya feels absolutely boneless right now, but he does manage just enough energy to tuck himself back in his pants and fix his clothes before glancing up at other Chuuya with hazy eyes.]

How do you want me to get you off?

Unfortunately, lube is not one of the things I keep in every cabinet in this library.

[He's already had enough trouble with employees throwing out his sake.]

So unless you brought some, you're not going to be pitching today.

[Nobody needs that, least of all now that he'd bleed ink if things got too rough.]

Too bad...

[Chuuya taps his chin thoughtfully before an idea finally comes to him.]

Ever been eaten out?

[It’s not for everyone, but why not offer?]

Not yet.

[He's not opposed. Just a little bit surprised by the offer.

It takes him a second to get his pants and underwear off - he's definitely hard just from sucking the other Chuuya off.]

How are you supposed to get arranged for this... I could bend over the table?

Yeah, that works.

[Normally Chuuya might be a bit more stingy with this kinda thing, but after a blowjob like that, how could he possibly not want to return the favor tenfold?

He gets eyeful of other Chuuya’s ass, and he can’t help but reach out and grab two handfuls as he slides out of the chair and sinks to his knees.]

You’ve got a real nice ass...

[With that Chuuya spreads him open and teases over his hole with a finger.]

Bend over for me and I’ll rock your world.

Oh- oh-

[There's no possible response to that that isn't bending over for him. Chuuya sets his hands on the table and shivers at the touch of other-Chuuya's finger.

If this much is making him shiver already, he won't last long either.]

[As soon as poet-Chuuya bends over Chuuya goes right for the prize and leans in to slide his tongue over the tight ring of muscle teasingly. He won’t touch other-Chuuya’s cock just yet, letting his tongue do all the work as he circles the tip around his hole before pushing inside.

He keeps other-Chuuya nice and spread open as he fucks him with his tongue, because while he doesn’t do this often, he is excellent at oral sex.]

Feels so good-

[He's not really considered this as a thing he'd do before, but now that it's happening he's overwhelmed by the heat of Chuuya's tongue against him. It takes all his efforts not to push back against Chuuya's face, and he's pretty sure he's scratching the table.]

Chuuya-

[That's definitely the first time he's moaned that during sex. He's not that much of an egotist.]

[Oh, Chuuya loves hearing his name moaned in such a desperate tone, and it only encourages him to delve ever deeper, licking inside of other-Chuuya as he pushes his tongue in and out of that tight heat. It’s so hot and wet and filthy, and Chuuya is loving every second of it.

One hand snakes around to teasingly brush gloved fingers along that heated length, but he doesn’t actually wrap his hand around other-Chuuya’s cock just yet. If Chuuya can take him apart at the seams with his tongue alone then he’ll have one more thing to add to his list of ego boosters.]

[He's close to taking him apart, that's for sure. Chuuya's achingly hard, enough that even the teasing touch gets him to and jerk forward, pursuing more contact.

It feels incredible, as dirty as it is, and Chuuya loves it, but he isn't there yet. He's overwhelmed, but the edge is eluding him, and if he stays where he is he'll go mad.]

Please-!

[Chuuya doesn't mind asking nicely, if 'nicely' means 'while moaning'.]

[Chuuya is very responsive to any and all feedback, and though he’s having fun driving other-Chuuya mad with desire, they are at risk of being discovered, so he supposes he can give in and speed things up a little.

Finally he wraps a hand around other-Chuuya’s cock and starts jerking him off in earnest, and he makes sure to keep tongue fucking him at the same time to try and grant him sweet release.]

[It isn't long before Chuuya is spilling white all over other-Chuuya's glove, a chant of Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya leaving his lips before words fail him entirely.

He has to take a moment to catch his breath afterwards, resting his head on the table before he even tries to think about cleanup.]

...Holy shit.

[That's a pretty good summation of his thoughts right now.]

[As soon as Chuuya hears those desperate cries he knows he’s pushed other-Chuuya over the edge, and he works him through his orgasm with enthusiasm before finally pulling away and flopping back into his chair.

He eyes his come covered hand with a cheeky grin before licking a bit of the sticky fluid off his index and middle fingers.]

Mmm. I like how you taste.

[But now he’s exhausted and slightly dizzy, and he’s also way too lazy to call a cab.]

You got a place I can crash for a few hours?

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Flatterer.

[The desire not to walk home while super drunk and also in a post-sex haze is one Chuuya can relate to, so it doesn't take long to make a decision.]

You can borrow my room. When I can walk again I'll show you where it is.

[Yes, he lives here.]

Thanks.

[Were he able to think straight he may just question why other-Chuuya lives in a library of all places, but he’s finally beginning to feel the full effect of all that booze hitting him at once, and he really can’t bring himself to care where he crashes.

That doesn’t stop him from finishing off the last of that sake, though. He’ll be damned if he wastes good booze.]

You’re not expecting company or anything, right?

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[Chuuya has correct priorities.]

Nah. If somebody does knock, yell at them to fuck off, it's what I do.

[And frankly he doesn't care much if people know he's got a different guy in his room.

It takes him a bit to get redressed and put his hat back on (obviously the most important part), but eventually he's presentable enough to unlock the door.]

After you.

[Chuuya doesn’t need to be told twice, and finally he pushes himself up out of the chair and uses the table to steady himself until his head stops swimming. God, he really is totally shitfaced now, isn’t he...]

Right...

[He stumbles out the door, hoping that he doesn’t run into any employees or wandering citizens on the way to other-Chuuya’s room. This is totally against how he normally ends a night, but he feels like he can trust this guy enough to take an extended nap without getting murdered. Call him naive, but that’s how he sees it right now.]

Which way...?

Hallway to your left.

["Businessman" Chuuya's right today - this Chuuya has no reason to murder him in his sleep, and would be offended if you even suggested it.

The door they come to has an 'employees only' sign on it, which Chuuya pays no attention to whatsoever when he opens it. Beyond that, there's a line of doors that look like dorm rooms, numbers and all.]

Mine's number four... Or, wait, wasn't it number five?

[He catches sight of someone else milling about in the hallway, and raises his voice.]

Oi, peach blossom bastard.

[Dazai yelps when Chuuya addresses him, before trying to put on a calm front and mostly failing.]

H-hey, Chuuya...

Which room's mine again?

It's number four. [This is a conversation they've had a lot, but Dazai never gets any less scared of Chuuya.]

[Chuuya is surprised when other-Chuuya has to ask this random guy which room is his, but it’s probably just because he’s drunk, so Chuuya shrugs it off for now.

He’s more interested in whoever it is that seems to be cowering in fear of tiny blond Chuuya...]

Oi. You live here too?

[Oh boy, now his speech is slightly slurred, and he must look a mess, drunk and disheveled and sniffling from the cold that’s slowly creeping back up on him after all that excitement.]

M’name’s Chuuya too. [A dumb giggle.] Isn’t that weird??

[He’s in his goofy phase now.]

[It's absolutely just because he's drunk.]

What a weird coincidence. ...Chuuya, you really shouldn't let random people in here...

Aah? You've got a problem with it?

N-no, of course not! Forget I said anything!

[He is definitely terrified of tiny blond Chuuya.]

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