[Chuuya hadn't done a whole lot for Dazai's birthday so as to not overwhelm him, but he did put some effort in. Fresh crab cooked just the way Dazai likes it, some good booze to drink after, and a (hopefully) enjoyable evening.]
So since I was pretty sure you probably wouldn't want much of anything but booze, I decided your gift is gonna be this: You can have any one thing from me tonight, within sanity of course.
[He is absolutely assuming it's going to be a sex thing.]
(he could get used to this, but he probably won't. such a nice thing to be celebrated, even if it's for a grim reminder that he breathes -- at least he gets crab, and it had been delicious. how long has it been since chuuya cooked him a meal in such good spirits? the man must be tired, taking care of dazai's injuries, processing corruption, processing abandonment. dazai recognizes the effort, there's no way he couldn't.
his own glass gets filled as he fills chuuya's, one hand moving to hold chuuya's. it's soft, small in his own, and he smiles as he brings it to his lips. an innocent kiss to the knuckles, for once, of silent appreciation.)
Ah, can't I simply ask for a kiss, and leave the kink to when my legs work?
[Chuuya understood that birthdays weren't exactly Dazai's favorite thing, so the lowkey celebration had been his way of meeting in the middle there. Life had sucked pretty badly for the both of them recently, but it's the little things that make things nice, in Chuuya's opinion.
Chuuya is very lucky he hasn't take a sip of his drink when Dazai reaches over to take his hand, pressing a kiss to it in such a soft, gentle way that it brings heat to his face.]
And the answer to a question I happen to wonder. I'll ask after the kiss, yes? I'm busy paying attention to you, and it'll definitely kill the mood!
(those hands are so delicate. soft, precious, and the devotion he has to them -- strange, but it truly does feel to him that he's taking all chuuya's humanity into each kiss, each caress, like they're the most precious thing in the world.)
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Dazai's birthday, 6/19
So since I was pretty sure you probably wouldn't want much of anything but booze, I decided your gift is gonna be this: You can have any one thing from me tonight, within sanity of course.
[He is absolutely assuming it's going to be a sex thing.]
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his own glass gets filled as he fills chuuya's, one hand moving to hold chuuya's. it's soft, small in his own, and he smiles as he brings it to his lips. an innocent kiss to the knuckles, for once, of silent appreciation.)
Ah, can't I simply ask for a kiss, and leave the kink to when my legs work?
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Chuuya is very lucky he hasn't take a sip of his drink when Dazai reaches over to take his hand, pressing a kiss to it in such a soft, gentle way that it brings heat to his face.]
A kiss? Is that really all you'd want?
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(those hands are so delicate. soft, precious, and the devotion he has to them -- strange, but it truly does feel to him that he's taking all chuuya's humanity into each kiss, each caress, like they're the most precious thing in the world.)