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While I& #39;m on Mafia Boss Dazai mode, now I& #39;m just picturing Dazai sitting in his office chair, pants only undone. Chuuya is straddling him, riding him slow, and deep. The redhead has his hand wrapped around Dazai& #39;s throat, and is pressing him back into the chair and preventing him
from bucking up, not that Dazai would at this point. Chuuya is putting on a show with each slow roll of his hips for the man currently beaten to shit seated in the chair across from them. And Dazai knows this game.
The man isn& #39;t the first one to think he could use Chuuya as collateral to get to Dazai. He isn& #39;t the first one to think Chuuya only got to be Dazai& #39;s right hand man by being nothing but a whore.
And he certainly isn& #39;t the first one to think that Dazai was in charge.
And he certainly isn& #39;t the first one to think that Dazai was in charge.
Dazai can’t see straight. He feels Chuuya’s thumb digging into his neck restricting some blood flow, and he feels Chuuya clenching around his cock as he rides him, as he takes Dazai in inch by inch.
He grips Chuuya’s ass, his eyes flutter shut. He’s euphoric like this; almost
He grips Chuuya’s ass, his eyes flutter shut. He’s euphoric like this; almost
dizzy and feeling drunk. His head is heavy as it falls back against the headrest.
He hears Chuuya moan, and it’s the most magnificent sound in the world. He loved that sound, loved the way it vibrated low in Chuuya’s chest, loved the way it settled in his bones and most of all
He hears Chuuya moan, and it’s the most magnificent sound in the world. He loved that sound, loved the way it vibrated low in Chuuya’s chest, loved the way it settled in his bones and most of all
he loved the way that sound was his — the way he *owned* it.
“Darling~” he draws it out just to be a dick, and because he can. Chuuya hates it, he’s anything but “darling”, especially when he’s taking Dazai’s cock with a feral smirk on his lips, and blood still on his knuckles.
“Darling~” he draws it out just to be a dick, and because he can. Chuuya hates it, he’s anything but “darling”, especially when he’s taking Dazai’s cock with a feral smirk on his lips, and blood still on his knuckles.
“You know I hate it when someone else gets to hear you,” Dazai whines.
Chuuya hums and just moans louder, and clenches around him tighter. “Sorry,” he says, and it’s breathless, and now he’s just trying to piss Dazai off by playing it up. It’s working.
“You’re not,” Dazai says
Chuuya hums and just moans louder, and clenches around him tighter. “Sorry,” he says, and it’s breathless, and now he’s just trying to piss Dazai off by playing it up. It’s working.
“You’re not,” Dazai says
“When are you going to quit playing with your food? It’s not nice.” There’s a hiss from the man in the chair, and Dazai can’t help but chuckle. Cute that the man thinks he’s worthy of being Chuuya’s food. Dazai is definitely talking about himself.
“You guys fuck in front of all your hostages?”
Dazai barely registers the words. All he sees is the way Chuuya’s lips curve higher as the glint in his eyes grow sharper.
“I’ll quit playing When I feel like it,” he says as if the man never said anything. He leans in closer,
Dazai barely registers the words. All he sees is the way Chuuya’s lips curve higher as the glint in his eyes grow sharper.
“I’ll quit playing When I feel like it,” he says as if the man never said anything. He leans in closer,
and presses his lips to the underside of Dazai’s jaw. The action is so gentle compared to everything else, it makes Dazai’s head spin.
“I get it now, okay. You two are a couple of kinky fucks.”
Chuuya laughs and looks over his shoulder.
“I get it now, okay. You two are a couple of kinky fucks.”
Chuuya laughs and looks over his shoulder.
“You haven’t seen the half of it.” He raises himself up before slamming back down, making both him and Dazai choke back a gasp. “You called me Dazai’s whore before,” he rotates his hips, and Dazai can feel him everywhere, “and now I’m making you watch as I act like just that.”
“Chuuya,” Dazai growls. This game was getting old, and he *really* didn’t like sharing, but fuck it, he felt really good and he was deliberately moving in a way that had Dazai on edge.
“Do you like it?” Chuuya slid himself up slowly and sank back down. “Knowing that Dazai’s
“Do you like it?” Chuuya slid himself up slowly and sank back down. “Knowing that Dazai’s
Whore landed you on your ass with a broke jaw, and two broken legs to make sure that you can’t even run away?”
The man hisses again, and Dazai is pretty sure that he sees a flash of fear in his eyes. Maybe he’s finally going to get the message.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
The man hisses again, and Dazai is pretty sure that he sees a flash of fear in his eyes. Maybe he’s finally going to get the message.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
Chuuya tugs on Dazai’s tie, and all Dazai can think is “thank god.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s gripping Chuuya’s ass and hauling them both up from the chair. It’s unfortunate that he slips out as he practically throws Chuuya on his desk, but he’s already crawling
On top of him on the desk before he can miss him too much. He grabs behind Chuuya’s knee and hikes it up, opening him up further and slams into the redhead without a single thought other than “finally”.
Chuuya keenes, his back arches of the desk and his eyes roll up. Dazai
Chuuya keenes, his back arches of the desk and his eyes roll up. Dazai
Is pretty sure he hears a “yes,” pass through his lips, but he’s driving into him deeper before he can even think about it. Dazai is kind of pissed that this other man is getting to hear and see everything that Chuuya’s doing, but he knows Chuuya is doing this for a reason so
he’ll let it be... for now.
Chuuya hooks his heels around Dazai’s back and pulls him closer. He rips at Dazai’s shirt and a few buttons pop off. He reaches around and his nails score down Dazai’s back, as he viciously bites into the newly exposed skin of Dazai’s shoulder.
Chuuya hooks his heels around Dazai’s back and pulls him closer. He rips at Dazai’s shirt and a few buttons pop off. He reaches around and his nails score down Dazai’s back, as he viciously bites into the newly exposed skin of Dazai’s shoulder.
“Fuck!’ Dazai yells because, holy hell, it hurts as it breaks skin. Dazai just thrusts into him harder in retaliation. Chuuya laughs, as he throws his head back, letting it fall over the edge of the desk. Dazai doesn’t miss his blood stained lips.
“Do you get it *now*?”
“Do you get it *now*?”
he asks, looking at the man, who looks like he’s getting paler by the moment. “If not, let me try to explain it, even if it’s too late for you. I’m in this position because it’s fun,” he moans and closes his eyes when Dazai hits his prostate again, “because I love to be.”
He unhooks his heels and Dazai doesn’t realize he’s going to flip their positions until his back is slamming into the desk, and the pens are scattering on the floor. He’s disoriented and dizzy, and Chuuya is suddenly back on him and taking him in.
“And because I chose to be.”
“And because I chose to be.”
Dazai comes so hard that the gunshot barely registers.
When he comes down from the high, Chuuya is above him, his knees braced into the desk. His arm still outstretched and holding the gun. Dazai doesn’t need to move his head to check on the man.
Chuuya never misses.
When he comes down from the high, Chuuya is above him, his knees braced into the desk. His arm still outstretched and holding the gun. Dazai doesn’t need to move his head to check on the man.
Chuuya never misses.
He tilts his head and he looks up at his partner. “Do you feel better?” He asks.
Chuuya lowers his arm and swipes the back of his hand across his bloody lip. “Much.” He grinned.
//end.
Whew. Okay. I’m sorry. That got long, and.... alsdkfjalsdf I don’t even know. I’m sorry
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Chuuya lowers his arm and swipes the back of his hand across his bloody lip. “Much.” He grinned.
//end.
Whew. Okay. I’m sorry. That got long, and.... alsdkfjalsdf I don’t even know. I’m sorry
