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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[thesettingsun]

Yes, master.

[That is 100% genuine.]

I'm sorry if I've displeased you.

[bandagedheart]

You’ve made me happy by contacting me first.

But I need a little more convincing to invite you over again.

[thesettingsun]

[That means begging. Begging is convincing, right?]

Please, Dazai-sama, I'll do anything for you if you'll only fuck me again. I touched myself because I couldn't take it anymore and I thought of you the whole time, but it still wasn't enough. Please tell me what I have to do for you to give me your cock again.

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai has to admit, he’s already getting a little excited just reading those words.]

Tell me what you thought about as you touched yourself. In detail.

[thesettingsun]

[He doesn't have a sense of embarrassment left.]

I imagined it was you spreading me open instead of just my fingers. You were telling me how good and obedient a kitten I was and how pretty I looked all laid out for you.

You asked me if I wanted more than just your fingers and I begged for your cock. You asked me if any cock would do and I said it had to be yours, I didn't want anyone else's, just yours.

I used a toy to pretend it was you fucking me into the mattress.

[bandagedheart]

[Isn’t that just a lovely image...]

You’re such a good Kitten, aren’t you?

Did you call my name while fucking that greedy hole of yours until you came?

[thesettingsun]

[It's an excellent image. Describing it to the object of his fantasy makes Shuji's cock twitch up with interest.]

I muffled myself with a pillow. I didn't want anyone else to hear me and I knew I was going to get loud when I was pretending it was you fucking me.

Nobody else needs to know how much I need you.

[bandagedheart]

[There they are; the words he’s been waiting for.]

I want you to strip down right now and take a picture of yourself for me.

[thesettingsun]

[The response comes shortly afterwards, a picture without any commentary attached: Shuji, naked in his room, lying on the bed. His cock is half-hard already, and his legs are spread - Shuji's made sure to take the picture at an angle where Dazai can see his hole.]

[bandagedheart]

[Wonderful. Absolutely perfect. Shuji didn’t hesitate for a second.

He truly does belong to Dazai now.]

Stunning.

You’re lovely, Kitten.

Do you still have that toy you used?

[thesettingsun]

[The answer comes in the form of another picture: Shuji holding a bright red dildo against his hole. He hasn't pushed it inside (yet), but just rubbing it against his hole has gotten him fully hard.

He's glad Dazai is enjoying this.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai is almost fully hard himself just from Shuji’s unwavering obedience.]

You need something inside of you to feel nice and full, don’t you?

I want you to ride it.

[thesettingsun]

[This picture takes a minute longer to arrive than the others, because lube + figuring out how to take a delayed photo so he can set his phone down, but when it does it's worth it: Shuji has his hand wrapped around the base of the dildo, and almost all of the rest has disappeared inside him. There's the slight blur of motion that suggests that at the instant this picture was taken, Shuji was in the midst of fucking himself on his toy.]

[bandagedheart]

[You can bet Dazai is saving these for future use. And blackmail material.

He languidly rubs himself through his pants as he types, now fully hard and eager to continue. Shuji may not be too talkative for a bit, but Dazai will still make his thoughts known.]

Gorgeous.

You were made for this, weren’t you? Your body is something to be used for pleasure, and you’ve mastered it.

I want you to keep riding it until you come without touching your cock.

[thesettingsun]

[The next picture that arrives a couple minutes later: Shuji with his stomach splattered with his own come. The toy is still inside him, and his expression is exhausted but satisfied.

Now that he's not currently busy fucking himself, he adds a message.]

You can use me any way you want, master.

[bandagedheart]

[More ammunition to keep in Dazai’s arsenal. Splendid.]

Come to me as soon as you get a chance.

I have something else I’d like to give you.

[thesettingsun]

Be there in 30 minutes.

[It takes a little longer than normal to get dressed and ready, but in 30 minutes he's at the door of Dazai's apartment. His stomach has been cleaned off, and nobody looking at him would guess that he's just fucked himself for the amusement of his master.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai is right there to let Shuji in, smiling all the while. He always gets what he wants, and this time is no different. He ushers Shuji instead before crowding him up against the door, breath hot against Shuji’s lips.]

You were very good today, pet. I got so very excited seeing those photos~

[But then Dazai suddenly backs off, leaving Shuji at the door.]

I have a few things for you. But first, what’s your favorite food, hmm?

[thesettingsun]

[Is this more of Dazai teasing him? Shuji has to bite back a whine when Dazai backs off and doesn't kiss him, and his expression still shows how disappointed he is.]

Thank you, Dazai-sama. Steamed flounder is my favorite.

[...usually with a considerable amount of seasoning added to it, but he didn't bring his usual seasoning to Dazai's house like he does to the library's dining hall.]

[bandagedheart]

Then I’ll treat you to some! How does that sound?

[He knows a few good restaurants in the area (and has slept with many waitresses from them as well), so finding a place won’t be difficult.]

Today I have a simple request for you, Kitten.

[Dazai approaches Shuji and tilts his chin up before pressing a too chaste to the corner of his lips.]

Are you ready to wear your collar out in public?

[thesettingsun]

[Begging shamelessly for Dazai to fuck him in his apartment has had the element that no one else would possibly find out about it. Shuji certainly isn't going to tell anyone, and Dazai knows that going back on his end of the deal would cost him a pet.

Wearing the collar in public... Shuji hesitates.

...but it really is a pretty collar that looks good on him. And it's just to a restaurant. They probably won't see anyone Shuji knows - god help him if they do.]

Yes, master.

[He's still nervous, but it'll probably be fine.]

[bandagedheart]

Good! Then I’ll be right back!

[Dazai disappears upstairs for a moment before reappearing with the collar in hand, and he snaps it around Shuji’s neck with a grin.]

Beautiful!

[Dazai seems rather pleased as he leads Shuji out to his personal car, and like a perfect gentleman he opens the door for him and everything, as if he’s not being a complete jackass otherwise.

The restaurant they arrive at is rather ritzy, but not so much that suits are expected, and the bar is quite large and impressive, so of course that’s where Dazai heads first, Shuji in tow. The bartender seems to recognize Dazai, though Shuji gets an odd look before she takes their order.]

Whiskey for me~ What’ll you have, Shuji-kun?

[thesettingsun]

[The bar is really nice. Dazai is being good to him, and it's almost enough to calm Shuji down.]

I'll have a whiskey as well.

[Now that he's less nervous about immediately being called out on being a perv in public, he takes a better look around - and freezes, too terrified even to scream.

Further down the bar is a tiny blond who doesn't look like he's even old enough to be here. He hasn't glanced their way yet, but the moment he does, Shuji knows Chuuya will immediately notice him and oh no oh no oh no...

He can't even explain to Dazai why he's radiating so much pure terror right now just because of the midget he's staring at.]

[bandagedheart]

[It’s a good thing most collars can pass as fashion accessories these days...the “Kitten” tag is a bit obvious, but not many people stop and stare long enough to read it, so Shuji is in luck.

The bartender brings their drinks, and Dazai is about to make a private toast to their relationship when he notices Shuji go white as a sheet.]

Is something wrong, Kitten?

[He follows Shuji’s line of sight to a tiny blond a few seats down, and immediately he puts two and two together. This is obviously someone Shuji knows, because he looks absolutely mortified about potentially being caught wearing a collar.

But Dazai is good at playing dumb.]

Oh? Did someone catch your eye? Blondes do have more fun, they say~

[goatsongs]

[The mention of blondes is what gets Chuuya to glance over, just in case he's the one being talked about.

Seeing Shuji in a collar is what gets Chuuya to get off his stool and approach them, wearing a smirk that can't be anything but a sign of impending bullying.]

Fancy seeing you here, peach blossom bastard~

[Shuji gulps.] H...hey, Chuuya...

You should introduce me to your friend here.

[No. He can't. Shuji will die.]