(is it very rehabilitated villain of him that part of dazai is starting to realize - is it that bad that he is the first? if he's good at something, evidence shows that this is where he excels at, and is it that bad that he's much like a drug? something people like going back to.
nails do nothing to hinder him - instead, they encourage, and dazai's hands are moving towards points of no return, with sigma's shirt flying over his shoulder, lips descending virgin skin towards a nipple.)
[ There's barely a moment's hesitation--mostly from confusion as to why Dazai's mouth is gone, huh, what's happening? Oh! Oh, that's what's happening, and so quickly he doesn't have time to dwell on the scarred-over exit wound above his heart that's usually a sore, insecure spot.
No time once that mouth is back, any more half-formed thoughts fizzling out. Just instinct, which considering Sigma still trying to get his hips even closer than flush against Dazai's, should be more than obvious by now. ]
(the way he can communicate that sigma will get what he wants is by wrapping his arms around the other's legs to bring him closer to his own hips into a grind, torturous in rhythm, but one that says - just be patient. dazai will get there, but right now, he's focused, teeth and lips trying to bring sounds out, luring them...
until the hand that kept the younger man against him moves to make wishes come true, unbuttoning and pulling down fabric as lips lips descend.)
[ Turns out the noises don't need too much coaxing, impatient whines falling out of him with the lack of inhibition it takes to grind right back against the man you're sitting on, eager, sensitive. Which abruptly crescendos right into, ]
--Fuck!
[ And both hands rush to Dazai's hair, gripping on for dear life. ]
(always so composed, sigma is. serious, pragmatic, and ever so controlled, reserved-- and now, dazai has never seen him like that. part of him wonders just how he will get once he gets used to the pleasure, once he seeks it out - will he come back? dazai surely wouldn't mind to see the poise crumble more and more over time. a new side of him, a new world for him that opens.
and those are the thoughts that swim in his mind while he tries to get that started, the shout and the gripping doing nothing but making dazai go at it with even more gusto. sigma's going to feel a myriad of things - the relentless suction, the warmth of the back of dazai's throat, the way his tongue tastes against skin once he pulls back to do it all over again.
it's fine if he cums. it's not like dazai has anywhere to be.)
[ God but it's a lot to process when he's never felt anything like this before. It all gets mixed up in a slurry of sensations, leaving him unable to tell what's what, up from down, or that the loud, unguarded moaning happening somewhere in the general vicinity is all him. All that matters is matching the rhythm of his own hips to Dazai's mouth, that this is happening and keeps happening please, yes, please, yes, yes, yes, please--
And of course he doesn't have the presence of mind to try and hold himself back when all that pressure is about to release. ]
(once that climax comes, dazai swallows - there's no shame in that. he'll release sigma with a pop of his lips, kisses running down the shaft, hipbone, back to the chest until he hides them against the skin of sigma's neck.
he wants to make him just a little more stimulated, before he takes a good look at the man whose taste is still lingering in his tongue, a smile as he licks his lips.)
[ His mind is swimming with nothing and everything simultaneously as those lips across his skin steadily bring him back to the present. It helps him finally loosen his grip on Dazai's hair, unable to stop himself from bringing his hands to rest against the other man's face instead, gently cupping his cheeks. ]
You... [ Still a little out of breath as he begins, but his gaze, pupils still blown wide with desire, is laser-focused. ] are a very dangerous man.
(for a myriad of reasons, from the most obvious, to how his reputation precedes him at times. his long fingers too move to sigma's face, softly moving the sweat-dampened hair away from his skin along with a caress.)
(he needs to give him a little moment, doesn't he? for his body to react again to touches, so every single one he gives back towards the neck is explorative, trying to find yet more places where sigma could enjoy most.)
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nails do nothing to hinder him - instead, they encourage, and dazai's hands are moving towards points of no return, with sigma's shirt flying over his shoulder, lips descending virgin skin towards a nipple.)
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No time once that mouth is back, any more half-formed thoughts fizzling out. Just instinct, which considering Sigma still trying to get his hips even closer than flush against Dazai's, should be more than obvious by now. ]
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until the hand that kept the younger man against him moves to make wishes come true, unbuttoning and pulling down fabric as lips lips descend.)
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--Fuck!
[ And both hands rush to Dazai's hair, gripping on for dear life. ]
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and those are the thoughts that swim in his mind while he tries to get that started, the shout and the gripping doing nothing but making dazai go at it with even more gusto. sigma's going to feel a myriad of things - the relentless suction, the warmth of the back of dazai's throat, the way his tongue tastes against skin once he pulls back to do it all over again.
it's fine if he cums. it's not like dazai has anywhere to be.)
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And of course he doesn't have the presence of mind to try and hold himself back when all that pressure is about to release. ]
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he wants to make him just a little more stimulated, before he takes a good look at the man whose taste is still lingering in his tongue, a smile as he licks his lips.)
Hey. Satisfied?
(please, say no.)
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You... [ Still a little out of breath as he begins, but his gaze, pupils still blown wide with desire, is laser-focused. ] are a very dangerous man.
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(for a myriad of reasons, from the most obvious, to how his reputation precedes him at times. his long fingers too move to sigma's face, softly moving the sweat-dampened hair away from his skin along with a caress.)
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Mm, I did. Though I think I understand a little more now.
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(poor sigma. he's not even trying to dirty talk, he just wants to know.)
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As it is he's still hot and reeling, and the suggestion of Dazai's tone is unfairly enticing. ]
...If I said no?
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(he needs to give him a little moment, doesn't he? for his body to react again to touches, so every single one he gives back towards the neck is explorative, trying to find yet more places where sigma could enjoy most.)
Is that okay?