[ Unsurprisingly, Sigma is easy enough to lead. Dazai's the one with experience on how these things should go, Sigma doesn't yet have enough confidence to make any bold moves or demands.
But he's not so timid that he's unwilling.
There's a shyness but not hesitance in the way he follows along, lips parting against that sneaky tongue, arms that eagerly find their way to wrap around Dazai's back, a nice resting place that pulls him in to try and settle his thighs on either side of the other man's lap.
If it wasn't obvious how hard his heart was beating before, this close, it is now. ]
(he can feel the heart beat against his hands as they rest on sigma's waist. fast, strong, and what a proof of resolve. the way he shows no second thoughts can be tasted on his tongue, and there's a smile creeping on the sides of dazai's mouth as he gives back all he's being given.
to him, it's not that deep. sometimes, we just want to be held by someone who cares about us. sigma always has, from that elevator drop all the way to how he is here, making sure both lupin and dazai can function to the best of their capabilities. dazai's-- a complicated beast, but sigma's always known that, hasn't he? perhaps the reason why this is a bad, bad idea, stems exactly from that.
still, it isn't doing a thing to hinder dazai's own resolve. the kiss is where he is putting all he has, arms that once simply held embracing. it feels nice.)
[ It is nice. Nicer than he imagined, really, and maybe he'll think on that gap between fantasy and reality when he isn't so focused on Dazai's hands at his waist and tongue in his mouth.
Curious, always so curious, if he could perhaps map out Dazai's tongue with his own to better remember how this feels. Shy at first, but if he's allowed... ]
(he's more than allowed. any touch will be given back, dazai's willing to allow sigma to explore, to feel, to learn -- it's only as interesting as they make it. the hands seem to be restless, and they take sigma's own to set on his neck, on his chest.
it's permission to explore, satisfy that curiosity he can feel against the man's tongue.)
[ He takes what he's given and runs with it, fingertips gently grazing the fabric of bandages before sliding up to weave into thick brown hair. The hand at Dazai's chest stays where it is for now, grip on the fabric of his shirt steadily tightening as everything goes on, intent on finding a similar heartbeat to say he isn't the only one about to lose his mind here. ]
(his palms return to feeling once they've given sigma permission to roam their own. they eventually stop - one against the man's cheek, the other back to his waist, thumbs pressing gentle caresses against skin. he can feel the warmth he was looking for, alluring, with his instinct asking for him to go press further.
it's a delicate line to navigate, though. ultimately, he won't ask - it is sigma's decision. he knows, however, his body asks, heartbeat increased, blood running hot.)
[ Right there. Simple as it is, as if the other man doesn't already have hands and mouth on him, that specific confirmation this really is mutual and he's wanted. It pushes back at his inhibitions, lets him practically melt further into the kiss with a quiet noise of appreciation and a firmer grip on that handful of hair.
He wants closer, wants more, but straddling a guy on a bar stool makes scooting forward a little tricky. Will he try anyway? Sure, why not? ]
(not to worry. he can see the effort and the intention, so he fixes his posture to bring sigma's hips closer, bringing his own body into a tilt against the counter to balance weight. that way, he can even bring sigma closer as to almost lie on top of him, feel those heartbeats together as he feels the noises against his own lips. those always feel good, vibrations of emotion he can nearly taste.
so, he'll give sigma some space to breathe, attaching lips to the space where jaw and neck connect.)
[ That new closeness is good, the hands at his hips are good, but what he doesn't expect is the lips at his neck stealing a sudden shiver out of him. Oh, that. That's nice. With what focus and brainpower he still has to spare he considers not craning his neck to bare it further like some kind of offering, but the brush of hot breath against skin kicks that bashfulness right back into the edges of his mind.
He adjusts just so, the hand at Dazai's chest splaying to curiously wander to his back. ]
(that's reassuring. for one, sigma's never had any trouble telling him 'no'. it does mean that dazai can take this slow, see where boundaries are laid, but to do that, he does need to act.
one of his hands on sigma's hips slides down, to feel over cheek and bring him closer, while the other goes the opposite direction, into the shirt to feel soft and fair skin. lips are no less curious, teeth daring a nibble and a pull of skin where that shiver emerged.)
[ Surprise surprise, he likes it just as much a second and third time. Those teeth even bring out another soft noise, the hand at Dazai's back stuttering in its exploration to dig in where it can, nails and all. ]
(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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But he's not so timid that he's unwilling.
There's a shyness but not hesitance in the way he follows along, lips parting against that sneaky tongue, arms that eagerly find their way to wrap around Dazai's back, a nice resting place that pulls him in to try and settle his thighs on either side of the other man's lap.
If it wasn't obvious how hard his heart was beating before, this close, it is now. ]
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to him, it's not that deep. sometimes, we just want to be held by someone who cares about us. sigma always has, from that elevator drop all the way to how he is here, making sure both lupin and dazai can function to the best of their capabilities. dazai's-- a complicated beast, but sigma's always known that, hasn't he? perhaps the reason why this is a bad, bad idea, stems exactly from that.
still, it isn't doing a thing to hinder dazai's own resolve. the kiss is where he is putting all he has, arms that once simply held embracing. it feels nice.)
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Curious, always so curious, if he could perhaps map out Dazai's tongue with his own to better remember how this feels. Shy at first, but if he's allowed... ]
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it's permission to explore, satisfy that curiosity he can feel against the man's tongue.)
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it's a delicate line to navigate, though. ultimately, he won't ask - it is sigma's decision. he knows, however, his body asks, heartbeat increased, blood running hot.)
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He wants closer, wants more, but straddling a guy on a bar stool makes scooting forward a little tricky. Will he try anyway? Sure, why not? ]
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so, he'll give sigma some space to breathe, attaching lips to the space where jaw and neck connect.)
You stop me whenever you want, okay?
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He adjusts just so, the hand at Dazai's chest splaying to curiously wander to his back. ]
M, mm...yeah. Okay.
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one of his hands on sigma's hips slides down, to feel over cheek and bring him closer, while the other goes the opposite direction, into the shirt to feel soft and fair skin. lips are no less curious, teeth daring a nibble and a pull of skin where that shiver emerged.)
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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?