(he could make it faster, so he could see that face he so craves to see easier, but he doesn't want to. he wants to taste each inch, feel the warmth within his mouth, so he's taking all his time, tongue focused, slow, feeling.)
[ something in his face, his posture, his demeanor goes soft around the edges—the pleasure is, in itself, overwhelming but the part which causes the softness to be visible is dazai. the gentle treatment of before, the diligence, the consideration that fyodor never expected, and the fact there is nothing behind it. ] Dazai-- [ no ] Osamu--
[ the name is both alien and familiar as it settles on his tongue, his thighs shake and he closes them trying to drag dazai closer. ]
(nothing he wants more than to swallow fyodor whole, until there's nothing left but a panting, incoherent man, but there will be a time, there will be a place. until then, it's learning all these things that make him tick, where does his tongue press and how much his lips suck that make each noise - this is enough.
with his memory and dexterity, it's so easy for him to reach inside to hit that spot he had been exploring formerly. his name like that is so unheard, that it only makes him want to longer.)
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You taste good.
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] Dazai-- [ no ] Osamu--
[ the name is both alien and familiar as it settles on his tongue, his thighs shake and he closes them trying to drag dazai closer. ]
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with his memory and dexterity, it's so easy for him to reach inside to hit that spot he had been exploring formerly. his name like that is so unheard, that it only makes him want to longer.)