call me out v. 11.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

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[thetaintedsorrow]

Shit, fuck...!

[Chuuya is so close, and when he looks down at Shuji drooling around his dick he can’t help but want to add to the mess. He presses down on Shuji’s cock with his foot, urging him to hump it like a dog.]

Mouth or face. Which one?

[Shuji’s answer will be determined by whether he tries to pull back or not.]

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji doesn't try to pull back. He just looks up at Chuuya with hazy eyes, ready to watch the moment when he comes apart. He even manages to keep his eyes open while he's still rutting against Chuuya's foot.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[That look is all Chuuya needs to know that Shuji is eager to swallow his load, and he grips his hair tight as he thrusts in deep and comes right down Shuji’s throat with a shudder.]

Fuck...!

[It takes some effort to stay standing, but he does, emptying himself into Shuji’s mouth completely and pressing down on his cock especially hard.]

Come for me.

[thesettingsun]

[There's no way he couldn't obey Chuuya's orders now, not with Chuuya cursing and pouring come down his throat. Shuji swallows as much as he can before his mind goes blank to everything but the pleasure starting at his cock and spreading through his entire body.

He comes on Chuuya's foot, his moans muffled by still having Chuuya's cock in his mouth.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Mmnnn...fuck.

[Chuuya finally tugs on Shuji’s hair to pull him off his cock, smirking when he sees the mess he’s made on his foot. Shuji looks absolutely wrecked right now, and Chuuya would love the chance to see him on his knees again after this.

He lifts his foot up, looking down at Shuji expectantly.]

You made a mess. Gonna clean it up?

[thesettingsun]

[That's a mess for sure. Without hesitation, Shuji bends to lick and suck Chuuya's foot clean of his come.

He isn't normally like this, he swears. It's just Chuuya that brings it out in him. Probably.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Sure, Shuji, sure.

Chuuya isn’t actually an asshole, though, and he goes to grab a wet washcloth for Shuji to clean up with until he can drag himself into the shower.]

Feel free to crash here. Try to kill me in my sleep and you’ll regret it.

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji's grateful for the washcloth, but...]

Is that something you usually have to be concerned about?

[What the actual fuck.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Hah? Oh. Yeah. Dangerous line of work and all.

[It’s just the Mafia. No biggie.

Chuuya yawns. He’s pretty beat. Maybe he’ll shower in the morning.]

Hope you don’t mind sharing a bed.

[thesettingsun]

Not really...

[Maybe a little more than he did before Chuuya said that, but still not too much.

Once Shuji's done cleaning himself up, he climbs into bed. He's ready to drift off any minute now.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Good, because Chuuya immediately attaches himself like a barnacle to Shuji before falling into a deep sleep.

When the morning comes he’s showered and dressed at a decent hour, and of course he has to poke and prod Shuji a bit.]

Oi. Wake up.

[thesettingsun]

Five minutes...

[Shuji is definitely not an early riser. He doesn't even open his eyes.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

OI.

[Shuji just got kicked out of bed. Rude.]

Get up. I’m gonna get charged extra if we go over checkout time.

[thesettingsun]

[OW, the floor is not his friend.]

Okay okay, I'm getting up! Give me just five minutes!

[Since he only has the clothes he wore the day before and the hotel doesn't have his plethora of hair products, his morning routine is much abbreviated. He still has to do that side braid before he emerges from the bathroom, though.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Good.

[Shuji looks hot regardless, and for some odd reason Chuuya isn’t gone just yet. He should really get back to work, but here he is, lingering in a hotel room with a stranger.

He smirks when he sees Shuji emerge from the bathroom.]

You wanna do this again sometime?

[thesettingsun]

Yes.

[...Wow, it's embarrassing how quickly he agrees to get stepped on again. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and holds it out.]

You can put your number in my phone - um, there's a Chuuya there already, just put something after your name so I don't mix you two up.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Embarrassing, but Chuuya certainly isn’t complaining.]

Sure thing.

[He could dismiss the Chuuya thing as pure coincidence until he saw the last name listed on the contact page...]

The hell? Why is my full name in here?

[thesettingsun]

[Welp, there goes any chance of this being a coincidence.]

Nakahara Chuuya is his name.

[If Chuuya looks, there's a lot of names he might recognize, both from the mafia and the detective agency... not to mention 'Akutagawa-sensei ♥ ♥ ♥' with the heart symbols included.

One notable absence is any form of 'Dazai'.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

...the hell?

[All of these names...he recognizes almost each and every one. But...Akutagawa-sensei?? What?? Shuji is older than Akutagawa, surely. But then there’s the other Chuuya...]

Do you have pictures of these other people? I know their names.

[thesettingsun]

There should be some in my photos...

[There are plenty of pictures of weirdos in his photos! But none of them are weirdos Chuuya would recognize.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

...this is fucking bizarre.

[He doesn’t recognize any of them. They’re kinda handsome, though...

It’s probably just a coincidence...]

Anyway. Call me next time you want a nice, hard fuck.

[How blunt.]

[thesettingsun]

[Blunt works to get his mind off of how weird that just was.]

I will. Definitely I will.