What did that mean? Chuuya's face feels hot, and none of that is from the alcohol. Dazai is talking like he bewitched his dick and it is a crime of the highest order, and Chuuya...
There's a muddled up mess of emotions there. Confusion, something fluttery in his chest that he doesn't have a name for, a fair amount of irritation at the threats. Some wry, long-suffering fondness, because of course Dazai is going to react like this.
Chuuya can't wrap his brain around it all. not right now. What he wants to do though?
Is kiss him, and so he does. He drags Dazai in close for a fierce, demanding kiss, trying to get across what he's feeling without words, because words have never works for them. He bites down harshly on Dazai's lip, stealing away any future yelling with teeth and tongue.
And then he's yanking Dazai away from the wall and shoving him down onto their bed roughly.]
Torture me? Oh no, I'm afraid you've got it the wrong way around Dazai.
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What did that mean? Chuuya's face feels hot, and none of that is from the alcohol. Dazai is talking like he bewitched his dick and it is a crime of the highest order, and Chuuya...
There's a muddled up mess of emotions there. Confusion, something fluttery in his chest that he doesn't have a name for, a fair amount of irritation at the threats. Some wry, long-suffering fondness, because of course Dazai is going to react like this.
Chuuya can't wrap his brain around it all. not right now. What he wants to do though?
Is kiss him, and so he does. He drags Dazai in close for a fierce, demanding kiss, trying to get across what he's feeling without words, because words have never works for them. He bites down harshly on Dazai's lip, stealing away any future yelling with teeth and tongue.
And then he's yanking Dazai away from the wall and shoving him down onto their bed roughly.]
Torture me? Oh no, I'm afraid you've got it the wrong way around Dazai.