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]

[Dazai's voice makes Shuji's body hum with delight. Dazai doesn't even need to touch him - just hearing how good Dazai feels because of him is enough for Shuji.

Without letting up on the motions of his tongue, Shuji wraps one hand around Dazai and strokes to the same rhythm. He'll milk him through his whole climax, prolonging his pleasure as much as possible.]

[bandagedheart]

[It only takes a couple of strokes to push Dazai over the edge, and he comes with a breathy moan of Shuji’s name as ribbons of white stain Shuji’s hand and spill onto the sheets below. He shudders and twitches as Shuji milks him dry, and soon he’s completely spent, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat.]

Amazing. You were perfect, Kitten~

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji pulls back once Dazai's done. He's smiling as brightly as Dazai's ever seen him smile.]

Thank you, master. You're wonderful.

[He lays back down on Dazai's bed. He definitely wouldn't be opposed to cuddling, but that's a little much to ask for.]