crowspace | Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[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.]

This guy...

[Chuuya would never guess that this man is a Dazai, because the Dazai he knows doesn’t appear to be afraid of anything or anyone.

Chuuya is way too drunk to socialize much right now, however, and he brushes past the guy to lean against the doorframe to room four.

He smirks at the worried looking guy and crosses his arms as he waits for tiny Chuuya to unlock the door.]

Don’t worry. I don’t bite...unless you want me to.

[Not too drunk to be a tease though, apparently.]

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[While Chuuya is unlocking his door, Dazai takes in their general appearance - mussed clothes, tangled hair underneath the hats, satisfied smiles, super drunk - and turns bright red.]

Th-that won't be necessary, Ihavetogo!

[He makes a quick escape down the hallway.

Chuuya rolls his eyes as he finally gets his door open.] Ignore him, Dazai's always like that.

Hahh? Dazai??

[Okay, even in his drunken state Chuuya is coherent enough to realize that that’s fucking weird. He could deal with another Chuuya, but another Dazai as well??? No way.

He follows other-Chuuya inside and proceeds to fold his coat over a nearby chair and place his hat on top of it, followed by his gloves. That’s about all he manages before flopping down onto the bed, eyes fixing on the ceiling as he tries to make sense of such odd coincidences.]

This is fuckin’ weird...how are there two Dazai’s...

[Chuuya settles down on the floor. If there are two Dazais, that's a little weirder for a 'coincidence' than just two Chuuyas who are short and have great taste in hats.]

One Dazai's more than enough. The world doesn't need two of that peach blossom bastard.

[Oh right. This isn’t his bed. Oops. Chuuya sits up and dangles his legs over the edge with a frown.]

That Dazai doesn’t seem anything like the one I know, but it’s still fuckin’ bizarre.

[Chuuya hugs his knees to his chest and rests his chin on them as he tries to make sense of the situation...

And fails.]

Oi. Why’s that guy so afraid of you, anyway? You kick his ass or something?

I wish. Nah, he's just a wimp. The first time we met I got drunk and almost made him cry.

[It's an amusing story if you're not Dazai.]

He’s nothing like the bastard I know.

[While the Chuuyas may be similar, the Dazais certainly aren’t, but somehow that’s a bit of a relief. Two ADA Dazais running around would be absolute fucking chaos.]

You can have your bed back, by the way. Unless you don’t mind sharing.

I'll share.

[You can't say it isn't big enough for both of them, after all.

Chuuya climbs into his bed, staying to one side of it. He's just sleeping in his clothes, aside from his hat which gets tossed onto a nightstand.]

G'night.

Thanks.

[Chuuya is relieved that he isn’t being kicked out yet. This actually isn’t the weirdest spot he’s crashed before, and he definitely can’t complain about the company, so he scoots just a liiiiittle bit closer and curls up next to tiny-Chuuya.]

G’night.

[The next morning other-Chuuya will most definitely find Mafia-Chuuya clinging to him, one arm tossed over his chest and a leg pinning him down.]

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[Hangovers are an almost permanent state of being for Chuuya. He's either drunk or hungover, nothing else.

However, he does manage to get up at something resembling a reasonable hour, if only because he has a job to do and he'd rather have some booze in him before he goes off to fight.

Through the hangover haze, Chuuya recognizes that someone is clinging to him, and it's probably the guy he slept with last night.]

Oi. Get up.

[He attempts to make his escape, but it's doomed if he can't get other-Chuuya to move.]

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