Dazai loves to drive Chuuya crazy, and over the years he’s discovered sex is by far his favorite method.

Chuuya, usually so collected and leveled headed despite his rough former delinquent exterior, absolutely loses his shit when faced with Dazai naked on top of him, and isnt allowed to fuck his dripping pussy like a dog in rut, its all very comical and Dazai loves nothing if not good entertainment.

So tonight Dazai has Chuuya on his back, pissed off to the point of grinding his teeth, while Dazai straddles his waist and teases himself. He lets Chuuya’s throbbing cock slide between his folds, lets it kiss his opening, but then rocks away. He watches Chuuya rip the sheets with his nails and strength, and grunt furiously while never moving his gaze from between their legs.

“Is Chuuya waiting for something?” Dazai asks innocently, moaning softly when the next roll of his hips has Chuuya’s cock brushing his clit. “Anything I can help with?”

Chuuya growls, “Now you know damn well—“ he’s cut off by gasping, as Dazai grips his cock tight in his fist.

“Bad dog. I said I was going to teach Chuuya how to beg tonight, and that didn’t sound like begging.”

“Dazai—”

“Better,” Dazai grins, taking Chuuya’s leaking tip and rubbing his swollen nub. “Mmm, keep going.”

Chuuya watches him in a daze, chasing every bit of friction he’s given. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth with indignation and the need to flip Dazai on his back and pound him into the mattress until he’s screaming, but he never wins this game and if he doesn’t get inside Dazai soon, his balls are going to explode and not in a fun way. So he swallows his pride, and follows Dazai’s command, begging for all he worth. “Osamu…please. I’ll be so good. So so good for you. Don’t you, don’t you wanna let me make you cum?”

Dazai continues to use Chuuya’s cock to tease his clit, bitting his lip when his circles get tighter, when he adds more pressure, “Hmm, why should I? I can do that all on my own. But that sounded really pretty. Chuuya is so pretty when he’s pathetic and desperate.” His breathing accelerates and Chuuya’s eyes widen.

“Hey, Dazai? Hey? Oi! Are you about to cum right now? Are you fuckin’ serious?”

Dazai shuts his eyes and smiles maliciously, his chest heaving. “Shhh, Chuuya is so loud. Be quiet and maybe I won’t.”

The truth is, Dazai loves when Chuuya swears at him in that tone, he’s only bring Dazai closer to the edge.

“You bastard,” Chuuya spits.

“That’s not being quiet.” Dazai laughs, the sound breaking into a surprised moans as his belly floods with warmth and he cums, squirting on Chuuya’s neglected cock and balls. “Oops…” he hiccups. “Maybe you should’ve begged harder.”

Chuuya wants to scream in frustration, then does scream when Dazai sinks down onto him, his still pulsing cunt fluttering around Chuuya’s cock.

“Lucky for you I’m nice,” Dazai pants. “An A for effort and all that.”

Chuuya doesn’t last much longer after that, and Dazai laughs until Chuuya makes him cum again.