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]

I’m happy to hear that!

[Dazai manages to eat just enough to keep himself from feeling weak. It really is good.]

Remember when I asked you to call me Daddy?

[Out of the blue, but he’ll get to the point. Eventually.]

Are you still opposed?

[thesettingsun]

...I don't really see the appeal, master.

[His feelings have changed, and his answer has changed, but it still isn't a hard no.]

[bandagedheart]

You don’t have to. It’s simply something else you could call me, if you wanted. Among other things.

[Dazai maybe kind of likes being called different things, but “God” is a good one. Master is his favorite, though.]

Maybe one day you’ll even call me just “Dazai” by accident!

[That would be hot, but he’d also have to punish Shuji for it, of course.]

I’ve also been wondering... [A smirk.]

Have you been thinking about fucking me? What it’d be like to be inside of your Master?

[thesettingsun]

[It would have to be an accident, because Dazai deserves better than being addressed so rudely!

That question gets Shuji to turn pink for reasons entirely unrelated to the heat of his coffee.]

Of, of course I have. I don't know how you would stop thinking about that.

[Not with Dazai.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai chuckles and slides a finger up under Shuji’s chin.]

Tell me exactly how you’ve thought of taking me. Maybe I’ll make it come true~

[He can be a goddamn tease, but he’s totally serious about this.]

[thesettingsun]

[It's hard for him not to melt at Dazai's touche, almost impossible. But he has to try, because...]

W-well, for starters, it's after you've healed up and don't keep hurting yourself every time we have sex.

[He loves you, master, and that's exactly why he has to insist on this point.]

[bandagedheart]

I suppose that makes sense.

[He still scratches under Shuji’s chin with a grin.]

I still want to hear how you’d fuck me. What position, and what I’d be wearing.

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji can't purr like a real kitten, but if he could, he'd absolutely be purring right now.]

I want you to ride me, so I can see how beautiful you are and how good I'm making you feel. And - I wouldn't have you wear anything. Not even the bandages.

[He understands why Dazai would cover those scars. He understands that, but in a fantasy like this, Dazai would feel comfortable enough to reveal them.]

[bandagedheart]

Then when I’m all healed, I’ll do just that.

[He kisses Shuji on the cheek.]

I’ll even wear lingerie for you sometime if you want~

[thesettingsun]

[He'd be lying if he said Dazai in lingerie didn't sound very, very appealing.]

You're so good to me. I love you, master.

[The last time he said it, Dazai was high as a kite, so he thinks Dazai should get to hear it sober.]

[bandagedheart]

[Oh...

OH.

When did...???

Oh....

Oh boy.

Dazai blinks a few times before forcing a smile and leaning over to kiss Shuji deeply. Apparently he’d said some things when he’d been high as a kite...

But he can’t just take it back, can he? Besides, even if Dazai isn’t entirely sure what Love is, he thinks that he feels enough affection towards Shuji to say it anyway.]

I love you too, Kitten.

[thesettingsun]

[That's what you get for getting high on pain meds.

Not that Shuji's judging him at all for that. He's far too blissful to ever think of such a thing, even if he had any moral high ground to stand on (he doesn't).]

I'm so happy...