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[bleakdecember]

N--- no, that's not it.

[It's hard to sound confident when Dazai is, just, going at it with feeling. Akechi bites his lip.]

Just that-- some people might, mm, be content to service and then leave. It's less--- vulnerable.

[It's the kind of thing he might do, honestly.]

[nullificates]

(there's nowhere to leave to. the casino might be big, but it's not like he can disappear within it. the walls have powers that he can't escape from, he can't ghost, or at least, not efficiently.

so, there's just a shrug from him. he'll continue until akechi is close enough.)

oops lost this SORRY

[bleakdecember]

[He had a thought, at some point, about how this was going to go. But -- it's nice to let Dazai lead for now. His mind swirls in pleasure.

His arms pull against the restraints as he moans, trying to keep from bucking his hips up. It's clear he's not gonna last much longer.]

NO WORRIES

[nullificates]

(a little edging never hurt a soul. he can feel the climax coming on his lips, with each breath, each twitch, the salty taste against his tongue. he'll let go, only to bring his lips to kiss upwards to a nipple to suck against. it's misdirection, as his hands busy themselves coating a few fingers with lube.

one of them even dares to circle around the entrance, a warning it will enter.)

[bleakdecember]

[He's so close, closing his eyes and losing himself just until--

Ah. His breath catches. He's usually happy to have some attention on his nipples, but not when it's edging him.]

Oh, you're cruel.

[His hips buck up a bit when Daza teases his hole, at least. He tries to grind back down against his finger, encouraging him to enter.]

[nullificates]

Can I be forgiven if it's worth it?

(after all, dazai knows what he is doing. there's no resistance of mind games from there, the finger does enter slowly, attempting to stretch the boy out little by little, but most importantly, it's looking for a spot. one that he keeps close attention for - should the hard cock against him twitch, the boy's breath hitch, he will know he has it, and a second finger will follow to massage that point alone until the boy is stretched out enough.)

[bleakdecember]

Mmm-- maybe--

[With how wound up he is, it doesn't take long before Dazai is able to find his sweet spot. He bites his lip to keep from making a noise, but his dick twitches and exposes him.]

[nullificates]

(while the nipple he is kissing is very interesting, the noise would be just as much. now that he knows where to touch, that's where his finger goes, another added to stretch while he spends some time against the neck, reaching the ear.)

Don't muffle your noises, I really want to hear it, okay?

[bleakdecember]

[He squirms, gasping slightly as he feels Dazai's finger exploring. Usually he's not so wound up just by fingering, but considering he's already been edged... he's a bit needy.]

Hah-- ah-- maybe you should, beg for me to be loud.

[It's silly, but it's trying to take a fragment of control.]

[nullificates]

(he can sense the reluctance, and truth be told, it will only make it even sweeter to hear the gasps, to sense how the other's body is reacting to what he's doing. he's unbearably hard, so ready to get going, which akechi might be able to tell if he notices the wetness from pre-cum against his skin.

even so, he's patient. it'll be done and it will be wonderful only if the other is ready, after all, so those words are interesting to reply to.)

I won't beg, I'll steal it if you won't give it to me.

[bleakdecember]

[Oh, yes, he can feel that. He wants Dazai to go ahead and take him, right away and hard, but all he can do is squirm and whine a little bit.

Steal them, hm? Ah, if only Dazai knew how... loaded an idea that is for him. The thought makes his dick twitch in anticipation.]

I'd-- like to see you try.

[Breathlessly, but still with some challenging tone.]

[nullificates]

(challenge accepted way too easily. that whine is already partly a victory, so he takes those fingers out as a reward.

the breath hitched makes him smile against skin, and he must ask,)

You're ready?

[bleakdecember]

[And suddenly, he's empty. He grumbles and squirms, feeling restless from the sudden lack of stimulation. But he does know what comes next.]

Yes! Yes. Stop teasing me.

[nullificates]

How impatient!

(which is in no shape or form related to the fact he nearly came moments ago and dazai stole that from him, but you see, he likes to see this little urge growing. so, no more teasing, as asked. the initial thrust is a little slow, because even with all the stretching, it's so goddamn tight that dazai doesn't want to push it into pain.

but once that it feels right - oh, well. that spot he found with fingering is exactly how he is angling himself to hit, a gasp escaping him.)

[bleakdecember]

[He normally tries not to let himself be so openly impatient, but Dazai's been teasing him so terribly.

He gasps loudly once Dazai pushes in, moaning as he feels the usual stretch of being filled. Oh, that's good...

He whines again when Dazai hits just the right spot -- how quickly, too. God, he's being so embarrassing, but he can't stop himself.]

[nullificates]

(everything that's given, is returned. moans specially, but every twitch of muscle, every rapid pulse against his lips as he kisses skin, every little, imperceptible reaction... he does see. it's fuel, it's encouragement, and it's rewarded with him doing exactly what brought them in the first place.

he hopes akechi doesn't mind a little roughness, either, with how his gripping hand on the boy's hips brings him closer to his own with every thrust.)

[bleakdecember]

[It becomes rapidly clear that Akechi very much likes some roughness. His gasps and moan pitch up in tone and frequently the harder Dazai thrusts. He lifts his legs more to hook them higher, trying to get Dazai to hit a deeper spot.]

Mmmph-- that's it-- h-harder, please...

cw addiction imagery/reference & depression

[nullificates]

(ask and you shall receive. if this was something more -- personal, then perhaps this encounter would be a little different, but as is? dazai aims to please. to be a drug that one wonders if they can come back to, one that is always there to soothe.

benefits him greatly, too. a sparkle of dopamine in a brain that yearns and craves for it, soothes him too. the wanting, the asking, ah, it only brings him to do as asked. perhaps akechi might find himself with bruises in the shape of dazai's fingers on his hipbone after this.)

[bleakdecember]

[Ah, that's how he likes it. He makes some more noise, if only to let Dazai know that he should keep at that. Maybe someone else will see the bruises another day, know that Dazai claimed him...

As he's being pounded, his own cock throbs and begins to leak some precum, which makes the skin of his stomach slick. He whines a little, trying to find his voice.]

I'm-- getting close, aah, I want you to-- really show me what you've got.

[nullificates]

(he told akechi he'd steal them, now, there it is, those sounds echoing, dulcet as orchestras and inspiring to go just how akechi likes it. that spot that dazai found earlier is now being hit mercilessly, his thrusts stronger, rougher, rawer. he's not someone who's particularly vocal, but it's impossible not to gasp when he finds himself coming closer himself.

akechi may find his climax first as dazai gives him not a moment to urge for anything else - and should akechi come, dazai will follow suit, keeping a still steady rhythm to push it further in.

he's just a teensy controlling like that.)

[bleakdecember]

[Oh that's it. Right there, hard and fast. Dazai will get all the sounds his wants, from rough panting to keen whining and moaning. Maybe he plays it up a bit for his partners, a performance, but it's not entirely fake.

Eventually, it is too much. Akechi says something, garbled, between a name and a plea and a cry. He arches his back and strains against where his wrists are still tied, hips twitching and cock throbbing as he suddenly cums ropes onto his own stomach. He tilts his head as he climaxes in a way that lets his tousled hair frame his face just perfectly.

And the feeling of Dazai following him, oh, that's just the cherry on top.]

[nullificates]

(he just needs a moment to breathe. a kiss to akechi's cheek tells him that he's done, he'll untie the boy now, rewrapping that bandage back upon his wrist before he takes himself out of the boy. he seems fine, enjoying the ecstasy that climaxing provides.

a hand is offered.)

Stole them! You're pretty delicious. Maybe we can do this a little often!

[bleakdecember]

[He gasps and desperately gulps for air, slowly coming down from the high of his climax into the soft afterglow. He flexes his hands once they're free, then runs his hand through his hair.

Ah, he's a mess. Especially once Dazai pulls out and leaves him to leak a little bit. He takes Dazai's hand and sits up more, ignoring the mess they've made on the table. The walk back to the bathrooms is going to be a hassle, but... so it goes.]

Got you hungry for more, hmmm? I certainly wouldn't be opposed to that.

[nullificates]

(considering the nature
of this place, he's sure it's seen much worse. he's not at all worried about that - instead, he'd prefer to help as much as he can over here, there should definitely be some sort of after care after an encounter like this.)

Good. Wanna clean up in my room?

[bleakdecember]

[It takes his brain a second to catch up on what Dazai's rank is again. Right, no shared bathroom.]

That... sounds lovely. If you don't mind.