ok i’m flipping my mood from sad to horny. thinking deeply about model dazai meeting rockstar chuuya at an awards show—they’re seated next to each other by luck. dazai’s notoriously a sexy model, posing for lingerie shoots and playboy-style magazines while maintaining his flirty persona in interviews. chuuya’s never even been publicly seen with anyone romantically, he’s focused on his work. actually, they meet first as dazai physically walks into chuuya - not spotting him due to being below eye-view is what he says. the entire night of the awards show they’re bickering and arguing about who should win what (dazai could care less, he’s only there to support his friend oda so he just continuously disagrees with whatever chuuya says). it’s all fun and games, dazai leaves with oda to attend the after party and oh, look at that—chuuya’s also there. drunk as a skunk. he’s clinging onto an older gentleman’s should, babbling about.. whatever he would. typically, dazai wouldn’t care. and he shouldn’t considering him and chuuya hadn’t exactly hit it off well. but he still finds himself wandering over to the redhead, who’s trying to act sober for the old man (dazai can vaguely hear slurred words of ‘hirotsu i’m not even fuckin’ drunk, i’m not a lightweight like that pussy tachihara’). stood behind chuuya now, dazai’s about to announce his presence before chuuya swirls around, claiming he knew he felt ‘bad energy’ enter the party. and now dazai just /has/ to take this opportunity to mess with a drunk chuuya, rattling off some nonsensical insults that he’s not even sure chuuya can /understand/ in his drunken state. dazai doesn’t even recall what he said to switch chuuya around but suddenly the redhead’s dragging him by the collar towards a.. bathroom? shoving him inelegantly into the room and pretty much bending him right over the countertop. in a flurry of motions, chuuya’s ripping a large hole in dazai’s pants (‘sorry—tequila makes me so fuckin’ horny and these are tight, jesus’) and dazai would usually be pissed, but he’s a little bit turned on by chuuya’s sudden passion. arching his back to try grind backwards on chuuya’s clothed cock, dazai is getting wetter by the second, and more impatient. chuuya pulls dazai’s lace underwear to the side, not even reacting to the sight of dazai’s cunt. he’s just diving in, licking a long stripe across his folds that causes dazai to /squeal/ at the feeling of chuuya’s forked tongue. despite desperately wanting to put dazai in his place a little and make him cum by just being eaten out—chuuya’s on a time limit. his band members aren’t going to accept him being missing for longer than ten minutes, so he’s sucking on dazai’s clit whilst pulling down his own pants and boxers—finally freeing his hard-on. dazai tries to get a glance down at the size but chuuya’s already lining it up, rubbing it against dazai’s pussy. once coated in dazai’s juices, chuuya’s shoving it inside the other’s tight hole. there’s a brief pause before chuuya’s pulling almost all the way out—and slamming straight back in, quickly discovering a hard pace. within minutes, chuuya’s close to his finish (which he’d blame on his drunkenness) and he’s pinching and tugging dazai’s clit to try bring him closer as well, trying to finish together. one hard shove upwards, further onto the counter, has dazai’s feet dangling above the floor. the mode can feel his eyes roll back as his cunt spasms around the thick cock. chuuya being pushed over the edge by it, spilling his seed balls-deep in dazai’s cunt. he doesn’t pull out for another minute or so, feeling satisfied with his breeding. he tilts dazai’s head towards him and his heart surges (with pride..) at the sight of dazai’s fucked-out face. chuuya leaves him slumped over the counter with a load of cum dripping out his cunt, and chuuya’s personal number scribbled on his bare ass in quick permanent marker for anyone to walk in on. who knew models would be such a good fuck?