OK. SKK BODY WORSHIP, OK.

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18SKK . Chuuya --> Dazai - body worship.
They are already dating!! 3 years!!

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It had been a tough mission, really. One of those grunts had gotten to Dazai and messed up his bandages, /somehow./

Of course, that man didn't make it to tell the tale before his brains were blown out by Dazai's gun but now, well. Dazai never really liked his scars.

At the way back to the headquarters of the port mafia, Chuuya kept on glancing to Dazai, the other had already fixed his bandages, but he kept on fidgeting with the fabric of his bandages, looking as if he didn't feel comfortable on his own body.

''Oi, Dazai. What's with you?'' Chuuya spoke up, his voice harsher than he intended it to be, but it was all okay.

''Oh, it's nothing Chuuya! Just, thinking...'' Dazai trailed off, his voice less 'cheerful' with every little word. Chuuya simply just raised an eyebrow but he shrugged it off, he'll see what happens with the man once they get home anyways.

Once they got out of the headquarters of the mafia, Chuuya didn't say anything and just dragged Dazai to his motorcycle, not without Dazai questioning him.

''Chuuya? What are you doing..?'' Dazai complained, just wanting to go to his... supposed home, and drown on his own thoughts, even if he'd just end up breaking onto Chuuya's apartment.

''Oh, shut up. You'll end up breaking into my apartment anyways. Can't I do something nice for once and save you up some time?'' Chuuya scoffed, and Dazai without much more, complied.

Chuuya made Dazai sit on the couch, kneeled in front only to undo his bandages, not without being meet with a startled look from Dazai that calmed down in seconds, but still, Dazai frowned his eyebrows in suspicion.

''You're beautiful, you do know that, right?'' Chuuya then spoke up, tracing ghost caresses on Dazai's scars, who seemed to not believe it. Chuuya could tell what he was thinking, so he then added. ''Of course you don't.''

He hummed, pressing up a kiss onto the healed scars, receiving a shiver from Dazai. ''You... /don't/ have to do this, y'know?''

''But I want to.''

Chuuya replied, before trailing his free hand to the buttons of Dazai's dress shirt, looking up at him before continuing. ''Can I?''

He only continued once he received a nod from Dazai, he undid the buttons with care, sighing with relief that the sight of Dazai’s usual bandages he used to bind to be no longer there, only to be met with an actual binder. ‘’You finally bought one?’’



‘’You’d be nagging me non-stop if I didn’t!’’ Dazai huffed, squirming once he felt Chuuya taking off his binder for him, it had been on for at least a few hours now, so it was understandable. Still, Dazai couldn’t help but squirm in distaste.



‘’You have been wearing it safely, right?’’



‘’Of course, what do you take me for!’’ Dazai mumbled, avoiding Chuuya’s gaze, only to be met with a scoff. 



‘’You haven’t been wearing it safely, aight.’’

Chuuya, then, without any further words pressed up a kiss against Dazai’s chest, shushing him once he heard him whine. ‘’Let me appreciate you for once…’’


Dazai mumbled something under his breath, before staying still, feeling Chuuya trail kisses all over his body, undoing his pants, giving a expecting look up to Dazai, waiting for a 'go' of him, and once he got it, he got rid off them, only to also do the same with Dazai's underwear and well- the rest is to be expected—

''I'm never letting Chuuya be 'nice' ever again.'' Dazai grumbled, fixing up his clothes after he applied various ointments onto his thighs, who were littered with multiple bite marks and hickeys moments before, really, Chuuya was just supposed to eat him out! Not maul his legs!

''Ugh, you /cannot/ be acting like you didn't enjoy it.'' Chuuya scoffed, not even caring about the remnants of slick and come on his chin, for now. Dazai, upon seeing that, simply grumbled and went to get a wipe, cleaning it off for Chuuya. ''Hey, I can do that myself you piece of sh-''

''You /aren't/ going to be smelling like slick and come, Chuuya.'' Dazai grumbled, once he was done cleaning him up, he threw the wipe to the trash bin and headed to leave, being stopped by Chuuya himself.

''No way you're just leaving after that.''

After a few seconds, Dazai sighed and then nodded. He supposes its to late to go back to his 'house', and getting dinner made by Chuuya didn't sound all that bad. And he /supposes/ that he should stay after Chuuya ate him out, even after the other mauled his leg with multiple bite marks and hickeys.


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OK I DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE BODY WORSHIP, SOBS. AND I GOT LAZY. This might’ve been more soft then I intended it to be but, yeaah.


Hii sora! I’ve been reading your work since you posted Midnight Brew, (even commented) I never got around to reading burnt corretto (adhd) but I will soon! and I just wanted to say you’re a big inspiration! I’ve been contemplating sending this for months as i was embarrassed but oh well! Your work is so so beautiful and I hope to one day come even close. I can’t think right now but I love everything you put out! I started uploading on ao3 this year and your work really inspired me to keep pushing! Also to write whatever /I/ want regardless of how others feel. I just want you thank you! Sorry if this is a bit incoherent, I wanted to sent it before i chicken out again!