"What a tease you are", he said and locked their lips once more, pinning his wrists to either side of his head. This time, they were slow, sensual, only parting to catch their breaths.
He started scattering kisses up and down the column of his throat, biting down every now and then, his hands fluttering over his bandaged torso and sides, touching him ever so slightly.
Atsushi traveled down, leaving featherlight pecks in his wake, then stopped short and sat up swiftly, fingers splayed on his chest muscles. He reached out, grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around his waist as best as he could with him still straddling Dazai's lap. He stood up with a grin and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, laughing internally at Dazai's indignant groan.
"What's up? Something wrong?", he teased and looked over his shoulder to see him sitting at the edge of the bed. Atsushi stepped onto the cold floor, got rid of the towel deliberately slow, and hopped into the shower, all too aware of the brunette's prying glares. (He practically heard him thinking about what he could do to Atsushi right now.)

The warm water poured down his body, pattering on the glazed tiles, and he held up his face, closing his eyes. Then he heard light footsteps coming nearer and a familiar breath grazing his neck, scarred arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him nearer. Even when he was showering, Dazai never took his bandages off. (Or so he thought, since they showered at seperate daytimes. And when they ended up together, Atsushi barely noticed if he had them on or not because he was too occupied with Dazai's thrusts and bites.)

Atsushi found himself fidgeting with the edges of the fabric and murmured, "Are they a fashion statement or something else?"

As an answer, the detective turned him around slowly, guided him to the wall and caged him in, drops of water drizzling down his hair. He was awfully close to his crotch, giving him nothing but anticipation.
"That is", he whispered into the crook of his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin gently, "another story for another time."
His hands moved down Atsushi's arms, his wrists, and he guided them up to the wall, his breath ghosting over his mouth before he captured his lips lazily. Dazai shifted his hips to grind against him slowly, eliciting a wanton gasp from him.
"Are you trying to seduce me into a second round?", he said, grinning from ear to ear.
The nullifier let go of him, but remained only a few inches away. "I've made it my mission to do that through the whole day", he mused and played with Atsushi's long strand of hair.
"Even at work?", he asked, not quite believing his plans.
"Even at work", he assured him with a nod. "You have to know... I have something up my sleeve for tonight", he continued, a dangerous smile on his face.
Well, that was going to be interesting.

Dazai was a man who kept his promises. That became clear when they stepped into the elevator to the Agency, the clattering sound mixing with quiet creaks.
Atsushi smiled when he felt a bandaged hand on his lower back, and jolted when it moved to take a firm grip on his ass. He glared at his friend, who just stared ahead nonchalantly, as if he didn't know why he looked so upset at all.
"Idiot", he muttered under his breath, his cheeks flaming.
"You like it", Dazai retorted without hesitation, matter-of-factly, like it was common knowledge.
Atsushi huffed. "And what about you?", he said and did the same thing with his partner. He added a bit of pressure for good measure and grinned when he heard a damped sigh from him.
"I like your bold side", the brunette told him. "You should show it more when we're fucking."

And then they heard Kunikida clearing his throat.

Both of them turned their heads very slowly, the expression on their faces resembling the one of a freshly caught carp. They had been so immersed in their electric atmosphere that they didn't notice the elevator stopping, nor the opening doors.
The man sighed, pushed his glasses up, flipped through his notebook and said, "Have mercy with us."
"...I can't promise that, Kunikida", Dazai snorted after a while and rushed past him, tugging Atsushi along to their desks.

After that incident cooled down, the brunette resumed his masterplan of seducing his friend.
Every time the silver-haired tried to do some boring paperwork, he'd feel his nimble fingers brushing on the inside of his legs, barely avoiding the apex of his thighs.
Or when he stretched up to fetch something from the highest shelf, he'd notice Dazai's body curving over his, those soft brown locks swaying over his neck.

Oh, and let alone the breaks.

They ended up melting into each other's touches in a toilet stall or the narrow supply room or a dark abandoned hallway, shirts half-opened, tongues moving frantically, jeans being tugged down smoothly, hands covering mouths to avoid suspicion.
When they were done, they always straightened out their dishelveled hair and messy clothes, looking like they weren't coming back from heated make-outs in hidden corners. (Even though they were sure Kunikida was spying on them, considering that he always seemed to be scribbling around in his notebook when he saw them.)

In the late afternoon, Dazai and Atsushi were the only ones in the office. The young man didn't fail to notice the little, alluring looks the brunette shot him from time to time, obviously scheming.

His fingers flew over the keyboard, his violet-golden irises fixed on the screen, when he suddenly heard a faint clattering sound. "Oh", Dazai muttered fake-surprised. "I think my pen flew down."

Atsushi rolled his eyes silently as he slid from his chair and disappeared. The oldest joke in the world, he thought.

Just as he was about to ask what he was doing down there, his head came up between his legs. He placed them over his slim shoulders, grinned at him, and zipped up his trousers leisurely. Atsushi glanced around nervously and put his hand on Dazai's head. "Hey", he whispered, heart pounding wildly in his chest. "What are you up to?"

He stopped moving and stared at him, a suggestive smirk tugging at his mouth. "Well, I thought I could treat you the same way you did earlier on", he explained and smiled at Atsushi's blushing face and dilated gaze. The young man remembered it all too well: the dark, crammed supply room, him dropping to his knees, a steady grip in his silver hair, Dazai's subdued gasps and moans, his mouth enveloping that heat, his legs trembling with the senstations.

He continued tugging his jeans down, his eyes brimming with barely contained desire. He took him in slowly, flicked his tongue out, cheeks hollowing. He adjusted to his length before setting up a steady pace, espresso locks swaying with the movement, Atsushi's fingers clenching onto his hair. Dazai hummed around him, and the vibrations rippled through him. He let out a shuddering groan, head leaning against his chair and then-

The door creaked open.

Okay. This just had to happen, or?

Kunikida (oh my god, seriously, not him again) stepped into the room, and Atsushi forced Dazai all the way down in an attempt to hide him.

The man opened a drawer, searched for a fountain pen and seemed to realize just now that he wasn't alone. "Eh, Atsushi-kun", he said. "Are you okay?"

"Huh?", he stuttered. "Y-yeah, I am. Why?"

"Your whole face is red."

"Oh, that... er... it's pretty hot outside."

"It's the middle of October", he noted and walked to the door again. Before he went out, he murmured something along the lines of "Get a room, you two."

He put a hand to his forehead when he was sure he wouldn't hear them. "That was close..."

Dazai just continued on at a reckless pace, swallowing everything as he finished him off, placing his bandaged hand over his mouth to stifle his cry.

Both of them gasped when he got up on shaky legs, planting a soft kiss to his head. "Phase One: Successful", he whispered.

"That was Phase One?", he asked incredulously.

"There's more waiting at home", he purred against his ear, anticipation flooding them.

-

They walked to Dazai's apartment quicker than usual, the atmosphere between them sizzling with excitement.
When he threw open his door, he barely had time to close it before Atsushi tugged him to his bedroom. He smashed his lips onto his, shrugging off his white immaculate shirt, got rid of his already tight trousers, his knees hitting the back of the bed.
He fell down, the mattress giving in underneath him, and Dazai followed suit, throwing his coat and shirt away. They parted, breathing each other's air as Atsushi's hands tried to unbuckle the belt of his jeans, and was surprised when he mumbled, "Turn around."

He did as he was told, not missing the storm in his hazel eyes, dilated from lustfulness. Dazai reached for his arms and pulled them behind his back, and seconds later, cold metal pierced his skin like ice.

"You really like me immobile, don't you?", he teased and moved around, the links of the cuffs rattling quietly.

The detective huffed, searched something in a drawer, and held up a blindfold. He slipped it over his eyes, and as soon as the darkness enveloped him, he couldn't hold back a small whimper.

A narrow closet, as dark as the starless night.

His small, thin body covered in bruises, sore from the unpleasant position.

Tears streaming down his face, his shoulders shaking and mouth dry.

His orphanage.

He felt him stiffen behind him, breath puffing against Atsushi's neck. "Are you okay?", he asked. "Should I take it-"

"No", he interrupted. "No, I'm... okay. Leave it on, I know you're here, and that... reliefs me. Go on", he added and nodded quickly to assure him that he could continue.

"Good", he said and slid closer to him, pulling him against his chest. "If I should stop, just snap or something like that."

He peppered feather-like kisses along the column of his throat, his fingers sliding up to push down on Atsushi's pulse ever so slightly, just enough to make his mind go dizzy with need. Then, his head was yanked to the side suddenly, exposing more of his pale, soft skin.

Dazai ran his teeth over his sensitive spots, his free hand drawing lazy circles on his chest before he pinched his nipple, causing him to arch into the touch. He shivered when he felt his mouth just inches away from his ear.

"You don't know", he drawled out, his voice sending jolts of electricity up his spine, "how much I want to fuck you senseless right now."

And with that, he bit down on the nape of his neck harshly, so deep that he was sure it had to draw blood. He yelled and threw his head back, leaning onto Dazai's shoulder. Sure enough, something wet trickled down his arm, and the brunette bent to wipe it up with his tongue, licking over the red skin sensually.

He gave Atsushi a few seconds to recover from the pain, and ran three of his fingers along his lips before he pushed them in. He understood immediately, lapped them up with saliva, smiled inwardly at how Dazai's other hand trembled a bit in his hair.

He slipped them out, pushed Atsushi down and placed a pillow under his chin for better comfort. He curved over him and thrusted into him recklessly, scissoring inside and eliciting hisses and moans from him. He gasped when he felt Dazai stroking him in rhythm, the knot of heat starting to uncoil.

And then every sensation left him.

He arched his back, noticed his friend standing up and rummaging around in a shelf.
Mere seconds after, the mattress gave in again, and something cool and hard was pushed inside him.

"We don't want to be done so early, do we?", he purred. "I'll make you beg me to fuck you."

Atsushi ran out of breath as the sudden vibrations surged through his whole body, and without Dazai's grip on him, his knees buckled underneath him, causing him to fall onto his side.
He screamed, his voice rising with every powerful surge of stimulations, the need to touch himself overflowing. Dazai chuckled and tugged him up by his damp hair, carefully, yet rough.
"Loud today, aren't we, Atsushi?", he purred and shoved a round, soft thing into his mouth that muffled his cries.

Every single one of his nerves was aflame, blood rising to his face and creating a crimson red blush, his arousal twitching with how hard he was, sweat dripping from his chin, hips arching up, Dazai's hands and mouth and body everywhere on him-

The vibrations stopped abruptly, leaving him panting heavily. He pulled it out of Atsushi, his chest heaving with the force of his breaths, the heat pooling in his stomach.
He heard the rustling of sheets, felt his cool hands on his hips that tugged him onto his lap. Atsushi assumed that Dazai was lying down now, and the brunette waited for him to steady his tumbling heartbeat.

"I want you", he broke the silence, "to ride me."

His fingers vanished, and he was sure that Dazai had crossed his arms behind his neck, staring up at him with a grin.
He lifted himself off his lap and sunk down on his cock, bottoming out with a restrained whine.
Dazai groaned softly, caressed his hips, ran his hands over his stomach.
He started to meet his delicious movements in the middle, thrusted shallowly into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the suppressed moans the only noises present in the room.

Dazai reached up and removed the gag, whispering, "You know what? Let's forget the neighbours for now. Wake them up with your screams."
He took a firm grip on his hips and forced him all the way down, a loud howl escaping his throat.
Then, he sat up swiftly, latched onto his neck and removed the blindfold and handcuffs in one move, upon which Atsushi grabbed Dazai's face to kiss him with all his pent-up emotions.
The silver-haired pushed him down again, splayed his hands on his chest and rolled his hips forward, throwing his head back- the angle so right.

He set up a frantic pace, his hisses and moans and screams mixing with Dazai's, a drop of saliva dripping down his chin.
In his stupor, he barely noticed the detective flipping them over, intertwining his fingers with Atsushi's. He slammed him into the mattress roughly, kissing his face and lips and jaw and every little scar on him with such tenderness, whispering "I love you" over and over again like a chant.
His hand moved down to fly over his crotch, stroking him in rhythm with his movements. Atsushi bent his back, squeezing Dazai's warm, soft hands as he felt himself coming.
He smashed his swollen, red lips onto his friend's, tongue moving desperately, and screamed his name when he came. Dazai followed soon after, trying his best to prevent collapsing on him.

He pulled out and fell down beside him, not caring about their mess.
"We should clean up", Atsushi muttered tiredly, eyes already fluttering shut.
"Tomorrow", he whispered and wrapped his arms around him, their legs tangled together, slowly giving in to the exhaustion.
Well, Dazai Osamu always kept his promises.

A/N:
/recovers from heavy nosebleed
Phew. I can't believe I did this again lol. As always, i have to thank my best friends who tugged me out of my smut-free bubble!
Thank you bros, I hope y'all love this~
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