crowspace | Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[Likewise, with other-Chuuya pounding into him and biting his shoulder and talking like that, Chuuya would have come far earlier if not for his jerking off the whole week. Even with that, he's already teetering on the edge, shuddering and tightening around other-Chuuya's cock.]

Do it, make me a mess- oh god-

[He doesn't care if he can never wear these panties again. They did their job.]

[Chuuya feels special, being treated to poet-Chuuya all dressed up like this, and he thinks he’ll have to return the favor soon by busting out one of the borderline slutty outfits he keeps in his arsenal.

But for now the only thing that matters is how hot and tight other-Chuuya is around his cock, and hearing him ask to be made a mess is all it takes to push Chuuya right over the edge. He quickly reaches beneath other-Chuuya to wrap a hand around his cock and begin jerking him off in time with his thrusts.]

Chuuya...!

[Chuuya’s hips give a jerk as he buries himself to the hilt inside of his boyfriend and comes, muffling his cry with a bite to the back of poet-Chuuya’s neck like some kind of animal claiming a mate. He pumps him full of thick, hot spurts of come, panting against poet-Chuuya’s skin when he’s finally spent.]

[Everything other-Chuuya's doing to him is more than enough to push Chuuya over the edge. Chuuya cries out his boyfriend's name one last time, spilling white into other-Chuuya's hand and staining the black lace of his apron.

After a few seconds he basically collapses on his bed, because that was amazing but also holy shit is he exhausted now.]

Welcome home. I missed you.

[It's more sincere than Chuuya usually manages to be, but right now he couldn't be anything besides a hundred percent sincere.]

[Chuuya groans as poet-Chuuya comes while he’s still inside him, his quickly softening cock oversensitive from the stimulation. Once his boyfriend is completely spent Chuuya finally pulls out and brings his now sticky fingers to his lips to lap at other-Chuuya’s come. It’s a taste he’ll never tire of.]

Thanks. I missed you too. This was one hell of a welcome home gift.

[He tucks himself back into his pants before kneeling behind other Chuuya and spreading him wide open to get a nice, long look at his come slowly leaking out of his stretched-out hole. Even better are the now ruined panties coated with come...]

God you’re so fucking hot...

[Chuuya isn’t quite done yet it seems, and he leans in to slide his tongue over his boyfriend’s hole before pushing it inside to lap up his own come. It’s filthy, but also a fun way to clean up his boyfriend...]

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[Chuuya's not one to complain about other-Chuuya's tongue in his ass, as he's demonstrated he can work wonders there - except right now when he's just climaxed. He nearly squeaks when he feels his boyfriend starting to clean him out.]

I can't go again yet-

[He's not as young as he used to be!!]

[Chuuya isn’t expecting more sex just yet, as he just came himself, but that doesn’t mean he can’t tease and overstimulate poet-Chuuya as much as he likes. He pushes his tongue in and out of his hole, humming at the taste of his own come mixed other-Chuuya’s own unique taste, and only once he’s satisfied that he’s thoroughly lapped up every drop does he pull back and nip at one of his boyfriend’s cheeks.

Finally he gets to his feet and wraps his arms around Chuuya from behind, grinning from ear to ear.]

We should take a bath together since you’re still all sticky up front~

[Why is other-Chuuya so unfair!! Chuuya tries to bite back his whines as his boyfriend cleans him out and only sort of succeeds.]

You might have to carry me, I don't think I can walk after that.

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Can do~

[Except he’s not sure if he’s ever actually seen a bath around here...but there has to be one if the authors live here, right?

He scoops poet-Chuuya up in his arms, his strength having been honed by years in the Mafia. Plus his boyfriend hardly weighs anything.]

Where is it?

[Being picked up by his stronger, taller boyfriend is kind of nice.]

Down the hall and to the left... can you throw your coat over me or something first?

[They aren't the only ones in this library. There's kids in this library.]

Oh. Right.

[Chuuya does just that, covering his boyfriend with his coat and making sure nothing scandalous is showing before heading out the door and down the hall. Luckily they don’t run into anyone else on the way there, and Chuuya is able to deliver poet-Chuuya to the bath without any questions.

He sets him down on the edge of the tub before stripping down himself and running a bath for the two of them. Steam quickly fills the air, adding a warm, cozy atmosphere for them to enjoy.]

Need me to strip you too?

Edited 2017-12-29 01:34 (UTC)

I can do that much myself. Unless you want to strip me?

[Even if Chuuya's exhausted, he's not too tired to tease.

His smile quickly softens to something a little less flirtatious, and a little more fond.]

Tell me about your trip? Whatever parts you can talk about, I mean.

I dunno, I think I’d rather watch~

[He adds a playful little wink; he can be a tease too.

Chuuya helps himself to the bath, sinking down into the warm water with a contented sigh. He actually took his choker off for this too, which he only ever does to bathe.]

Nothing too exciting. A bunch of business deals, really. I was more of a bodyguard than anything this time.

[He hums, sinking just a bit further beneath the water.]

Anything exciting on your end? Besides diving into books, I mean.

[Chuuya's too tired and too ready to get into the bath for a strip tease, so he takes the apron off fairly quickly. Thigh-highs take a little more time just because they're thigh-highs and those always are a pain to roll off, but once he's naked he slips into the bath next to his boyfriend.]

Nothing new to tell you about. Yours is probably more exciting just because it's different from same-old-same-old.

Exciting isn’t always good in my line of work.

[Chuuya grabs a nearby bottle of shampoo and turns back to other-Chuuya with a smile.]

Get your hair wet and I’ll wash it for you.

[Maybe they should’ve done the traditional Japanese bath thing and showered before soaking in the tub, but being sore from great sex makes people lazy, so why not skip right to the best part?]

Besides, I couldn’t really have fun without you.

[Done. Chuuya will gladly get his own hair soaked so he can feel other-Chuuya wash his hair. His boyfriend playing with his hair is a weakness of his.]

You're going to make me blush if you say that kind of stuff.

Good. You’re cute when you blush~

[Chuuya squirts a bit of shampoo into poet-Chuuya’s hair, lathering it up and massaging his scalp as an added bonus.

The lavender smell of the shampoo begs a question...]

Do you have a favorite flower?

[Mafia-Chuuya's hands are as talented as ever. Chuuya sighs blissfully as his boyfriend rubs his scalp.

The question gets a chuckle and a not entirely serious answer first:]

Anything but peach blossoms.

Oh yeah, that’s your Dazai’s thing, isn’t it?

[He massages a bit more before gesturing for other-Chuuya to rinse so that he can add in the conditioner next.]

Do you have some kinda history with that guy?

Nothing like your history with that other Dazai, but we met a couple times when we were both alive. Drank with him a little and scared the hell out of him. Did I tell you he almost cried the first time we met?

[Author-Dazai is and has always been a giant weenie.]

Did you threaten to kick his ass? I’d be scared too.

[Okay not really. Poet-Chuuya is too tiny to be intimidating until he really gets angry.

Chuuya rinses out the conditioner and goes about washing his boyfriend’s back with a clean washcloth and some rose scented soap.]

Roses are nice.

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You're giving him too much credit here. I was older and a prodigy, he was just starting to get some literary notice and a huge goddamn wimp, all I did was get a little loud and put my feet up on the table and he was in tears by the time I asked him what his favorite flower was.

[Chuuya is not exaggerating.]

Are roses your favorite?

Wow. What a wimp.

[Chuuya can’t help but laugh as he imagines tiny-Chuuya making Dazai cry with nothing but a mean look.

Yeah. Cliche, I know.

Not that cliche. I like magnolias best, but roses are up there.

[Anyway, he wouldn't make fun of mafia-Chuuya for having a cliche favorite flower.]

Those are pretty too.

[Chuuya rinses off his boyfriend’s back before pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.]

What about your favorite color?

[With absolutely no hesitation:]

The color of your hair.

[He'd liked red before, but now there's no question.]

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