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(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?

[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.

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.)

[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.]

(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.)

[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...

(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.)

[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.

(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.)

[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.]

(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!

[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.

(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?

[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.

No, it's fine. Follow me?

(the room they find if akechi does is-- barebones. nothing other than just snacks, alcohol, more snacks, clothes. the layout of it wasn't changed.)

Go for it, I'll grab a towel for you.

[Akechi quickly pulls his pants on and himself together to head to their room. And-- well. He can hardly complain about a barebones room. His is... in the basement. He hasn't bothered decoration.

He carefully sits on the bed, carefully.]

Thank you. I must admit, you left me a bit sore~

You weren't complaining at all! You actually asked, didn't you?!

(so, zero regrets. at least now, he can change clothes, he sweated through the outfit. akechi might as well note that those bandages are from the neck down, all the way to wrists, to thighs, once he puts on a simple white t-shirt.)

I'm not complaining, just hoping for some help. [He tilts his head, clearly flirting. Or maybe just trying to get Dazai to do all the work of cleaning him up.

He does notice those bandages. Interesting. He wonders if it's some sort of illness? Or perhaps he's covering scars? Hm.]

Do you need assistance in replacing your bandages? I imagine they might be a bit dirty after that...

How can I help? I can't shower with you, you know! I can make you have to take another one afterwards.

(directly related to the next question. it's a nice sentiment, but it gets a little shrug from the older man.)

I'll shower and replace them after you leave. It's a mystery what's under them! What if you release chaos to the entire world!? What if I've got purple skin!? I can't kill the mystery!

Ah, sensitive about it, are you? Fine, fine. [After a moment of laying around, he slowly gets to his feet. He is sore and a bit wobbly, but he can manage a shower on his own.]

I'll sleuth out your secrets sooner or later, but you're lucky that you tired me out.

Many, many have tried. You might die trying!

(a threat, a fact, a joke? the tone definitely sounds like the latter.)

I can stay with you there, though. Not in the shower, but close. Come on.

(his hand is offered, so akechi has a little more support.)

[It's not a particular dire mystery, but it is a curious one. Akechi's favorite mysteries are the ones that involve peeling back people's layers.]

Oh, you're such a gentleman.

[He takes Dazai's hand, a little more grateful for the support than he'd like to admit.]

Once a year, twice a month!

(and also, so damn confusing. but! he's here, he's got the other, calm steps with no rush until they reach the bathroom. time to undress the boy again, it seems, with how he's already taking his shirt off.)

[Finally, Akechi's met his match in confusing and frustrating.

Even so, he allows Dazai to help him undress. Why not, after all? It's attention. He likes attention.]

If this is the aftercare you give all your partners, I'll have to climb into your bed far more often.

I can't say all, but it is one I am definitely giving you!

(the boy's poor back. but, it's fine, it seems, they made it here, he's in one piece, it could have been worse. carpet burns and all?

but it's fine. he'll take a moment to appreciate the boy fully naked for a moment, a smile on his lips as he admires.)

You're free to my bed at any time - even if it's occupied.

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