Continuation for bandagedheart.

[thesettingsun]

[Very few people get this dressed up for a bar crawl. It looks like it'd be hell to wash, and the only reason you'd wear it out to the bar is an obsession with fashion.

So that's one clue about who this patron sitting at a table is, since he forgot to tell other-Dazai how to identify himself. As for him, when he sees Dazai come in with bandages visible on his arms, he makes an (incorrect) assumption that this is the injury that caused that text and thus this is Dazai.

Well, he's half right, at least.]

Dazai!

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[bandagedheart]

[Now that is what Dazai likes to hear. He thrusts his fingers in and out a few more times before finally withdrawing them with a satisfied smirk.]

Good boy. Now ride me.

[Dazai lies back against the bed and frees his cock once again, eyes never leaving Shuji’s face. He’s achingly hard now, and so very eager to feel those tight walls around him.]

[thesettingsun]

[He doesn't have to wait, since Shuji's just as eager, if not more so, to be filled up. He straddles Dazai and only takes a second to line himself up before sinking down onto Dazai's cock.]

Ah... ah, so good...

[...he's not processing the 'good boy' comment enough to even think to himself that he's almost definitely older than Dazai, which is really for the best.]

[bandagedheart]

[Older or not, Dazai almost always radiates an air of superiority to others when he’s not being downright goofy, and that carries over into the bedroom. He grins as Shuji straddles him, all the breath leaving his lungs in a single exhale as Shuji sinks down onto his cock without hesitation. He’s so incredibly hot and tight, just as Dazai had anticipated, and he grips Shuji’s bare hips as he leans in to nip at his collarbone.]

Mm...you feel so nice around me~ [Yet Dazai forces his hips still, intent on making Shuji do most of the work. For now at least.]

Show me how eager you are.

[thesettingsun]

[Easily done. It'd be harder for Shuji not to show off his eagerness, lifting himself almost off of Dazai's cock and then dropping him down again. And again. And again, fucking himself on Dazai's cock in a relentless rhythm.]

Dazai- Dazai...

[Preening peacock he may be, but this is definitely the first time he's moaned his own name like this.]

[bandagedheart]

[If Dazai thought Shuji sinking down onto his cock felt good, having him bouncing up and down on it with such obvious enthusiasm feels amazing, and while Dazai won’t moan all that much, he doesn’t hold back the breathless sighs and pleasured grunts that escape him with every thrust.]

Yes...that’s it...call my name...

[Dazai bites into Shuji’s neck much harder than last time, and all the gentlemanly softness he’d started out with slowly melts away to reveal the voracious hunger stirring inside him.]

Keep going...don’t come until I tell you to.

[thesettingsun]

[This seems difficult-to-unlikely, but Shuji will try not to come before Dazai allows him. He grips onto Dazai's hips to make sure he doesn't touch his own cock, since there's a very good chance he might go off the second he brushes it.

Dazai biting him doesn't help any, since it just draws out a louder moan in between his calls of Dazai's name.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai is absolutely delighted with how very obedient Shuji is, and he reaches around behind him to grab two handfuls of his ass as he thrusts up to meet him halfway.]

Beg for me to come inside you and I’ll grant you release...

[Dazai’s voice is audibly strained as he draws dangerously close to his own orgasm, but he’ll hold out until he hears those words.]

[thesettingsun]

[How he can just sound strained is amazing, since Shuji sounds and looks wrecked, especially now that he's matching Shuji's motions..]

P- please come in me, I want you to fill me up-

[bandagedheart]

[It’s all because Dazai is a master of repressing and concealing his emotions, and while he’s feeling absolutely incredible right now, the evidence is all in his body language instead of his words.

That begging is just what needed to hear, and he wraps a hand around Shuji’s cock to reward him, stroking him in time with his thrusts.]

Come for me.

[Dazai’s words are commanding, and it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s burying himself to the hilt inside of Shuji and coming with a muffled groan against his neck.]

[thesettingsun]

[It doesn't take more than Dazai's strokes and his words to set Shuji off. He comes with a wordless cry shortly after Dazai does, tightening around him and soiling his stomach with white.

Reluctantly, he pulls himself off of Dazai and collapses next to him. For a minute, he doesn't do more than catch his breath. Then, from the pile of clothes Shuji had abandoned...

...a cell phone ringtone starts going off.]

Ugh, why now... Sorry, I have to get that. Can I borrow your bathroom?

[He should clean himself out anyway.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai shudders from the aftershocks of his orgasm as Shuji pulls off and collapses on the bed beside him, and Dazai gladly flops back on the bed, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. The sound of a phone going off is surprising, but Dazai simply shrugs and waves his hand.]

Sure. Go ahead.

[thesettingsun]

[Grateful, Shuji inclines his head before grabbing his phone from the pile of clothes. He disappears into Dazai's bathroom, but because Shuji has never learned to be discreet, he's easily audible.]

What is it, Odasaku? ...I'm fine, did you have to call for something as stupid as that?

[bandagedheart]

[Despite being covered in sweat and still partially clothed, Dazai finds himself happily settling into post-coital bliss, and he relaxes back against one of his fluffy down pillows, eyelids growing heavier by the second. He’ll most likely doze off before Shuji returns-]

What??

[Dazai bolts upright fast enough to make his head spin when he hears the name Odasaku leave Shuji’s lips. A flood of emotions that Dazai is completely unprepared for come rushing back to him, along with myriad painful memories that feel like a knife in his heart. How could that be possible? Normally he’d chalk it up to coincidence, much like he and Shuji’s names, but Odasaku is a nickname, and an extremely uncommon one at that...

When Shuji returns to the bedroom he’ll find Dazai wide eyed and pale, afraid as anyone has ever seen him.]

[thesettingsun]

[It doesn't take long. Shuji and "Odasaku"'s conversation is short, and Shuji's end of it seems modestly annoyed before he says he'll see him later. He takes the opportunity to wipe himself off, and then returns to where he left Dazai, who - is wearing a much different expression than Shuji left him with.]

Is something wrong?

[One-night stand or not, Shuji isn't the type to just ignore that Dazai's looking like that.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai hardly registers Shuji’s return until he’s spoken to, and even then there’s a distant look in his eyes, as if he’s reliving some horrible moment from his past.]

Odasaku. Oda Sakunosuke. You know someone by that name?

[Obviously, but Dazai is hardly in his right mind right now.]

The Odasaku I knew is dead...

[Dazai looks absolutely pained as he says that. Look at him, acting human.]

[thesettingsun]

[This is a minefield that Shuji's stepped into. Both because he's technically supposed to be keeping the whole dead author thing a secret, and because Dazai is obviously not over his Odasaku's death. He has to speak carefully.]

I know an Oda Sakunosuke, he's one of my best friends, but he isn't the one you knew. Not any more than I'm the same Dazai Osamu as you.

[He can say that with certainty, because it's impossible for Dazai to know someone who died so long ago.]

[bandagedheart]

[Of course it isn’t the same Odasaku. That would be impossible. Dazai watched Oda die himself, heard his last words and made a vow to himself to uphold them. He’ll never see his dearest friend again, and it was foolish of him for ever thinking that he would even deserve to. Dazai rubs at his temples with a sigh, reality slowly closing in on him like the jaws of a bear trap.]

Of course.

[Dazai forces a polite smile as he gestures to his bed.]

You’re welcome to stay the night.

[thesettingsun]

Thanks, but I really should get home before my friends worry more.

[He knows he hasn't inspired a lot of confidence that when he disappears, he isn't trying to die, but Oda doesn't have to call him after just one night with unknown whereabouts. Sheesh.]

I'll text you some other time?

[bandagedheart]

Mmm...alright.

[It’s not like Dazai can force Shuji to stay, nor should he want to. This was meant to be a one night stand, nothing more...]

Sounds like a plan~

[Hes not opposed to more sex sometime.]

[thesettingsun]

[Neither is Shuji, even if things did get weird at the end.]

Alright. Take care.

[While he's getting redressed, he realizes something, and he turns to look at Dazai over his shoulder.]

It might make it easier to deal with the same-name thing if I tell you now - my birth name is Shuji. Dazai's a pen name.

[Other-Dazai is just so annoying to put into your phone.]

[bandagedheart]

[This is the first time anyone has really shown care or consideration after such a casual encounter, and honestly? Dazai has no idea how to deal with it. It’s a good thing then that Shuji is leaving soon.]

Shuji...that does make things easier.

[Dazai adds the name to his phone just in case.]