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Where Chuuya is ridiculously horny but Dazai refuses to pleasure him. Chuuya proceeds to go to great lengths to get off.

Outright porn, but you all knew that beforehand
Dazai has been working for hours.
/Hours/. On their free weekend – or, well, supposedly free weekend. But Dazai is still glued to his computer screen, headphones on, and going through hours of video footage and editing it. Chuuya has asked at least five times if he will be done
soon, because Chuuya actually has plans for once, but each time he gets the same dull reply.

'Give me ten more minutes, chibi.'

Ten minutes his ass; it's afternoon by now, Chuuya has managed to cook for the both of them and to finish the book he has started days ago in the
meantime and Dazai is /still/ not done.

Chuuya has intended on taking them to the park because some street artists are apparently performing and he has wanted to have a look, maybe even join for a few dances but now it's getting late and he can definitely cancel that plan.
But, there's one aspect of the idea that he isn't ready to scratch just yet.

The premise of the original idea has been to get Dazai distracted. To get him to focus on other things than work. On more important things. On more pressing things. On what was right in front of him.
Because Chuuya isn't ready to wait any longer. Not a single day more. He understands that last week has been busy; they've both have had a lot to do, both have been tired from work, he knew Dazai's deadline was nearing, but there aren't any more excuses. He won't accept them.
Chuuya's sex-deprived. Not just a little, he's /desperate/ to get laid again.

So desperate that getting fucked is literally the only thing that has been on his mind the past two days. God, he's been running around horny 24/7 and he isn't ready to endure any more of the torture.
Yesterday has been especially bad. He has been looking forward to be fucked mindless the entire day, having been respectful of Dazai's project and not pestered him, but when Dazai /finally/ has gotten up from his desk, he has flopped into bed face-first and been out in seconds.
Chuuya has been torn between ripping his head off or solving the problem by himself, before he has decided that he could wait one (!) more day, even if his balls were blue already.

Today, however, Chuuya's patience has run out. He would get off today, no matter the price and no
matter how – well, he does have preferences on the 'how', but he is ready to divert from his plans if needed.

The clock strikes six and it's the last straw to make Chuuya snap. This ends now.

He puts the phone away and sits up straight, arms propped up on his knees, legs spread
wide, just like Dazai likes seeing him.

"Dazaaai, it's been hours, don't you think you deserve a break?" Voice a little high pitched, too sweet, in comparison to his usual tone, he tries it with getting Dazai's attention first.

But the only reaction he draws from Dazai is that
he lifts his headphones, not breaking away from the screen, "Have you said something?"

Chuuya rolls his eyes, but he keeps up the sweetness, if a bit more tense now "I've asked if you want to take a break."

Dazai sighs, "I'd love to, but I am almost done. A little longer."
The headphones get pushed into place again.

Gritting his teeth, Chuuya pulls a wry face. Oh no. He won't get a single second more. It's a miracle that the usually so attentive man manages to be so damn oblivious exactly then, when Chuuya /wants/ him to pay attention.
He gets up from the couch and with confident steps walks over to Dazai's working corner, sneaking up from behind until he can sling one arm around Dazai's chest, tugging at the headphones with his free hand, which allows him to lean in close to Dazai's ear.
"Oh Dazai, but you've worked the entire day. The project can wait a bit, it won't run away," he whispers, breath hot against Dazai's skin.

"I know, I know, but I just want to get it behind me."

Straightening, Chuuya sucks on his lower lip in frustration. He can't tell if Dazai
does this on purpose or if he really has turned more stupid than usual.

"You could get behind me, doesn't that sound much better?" Chuuya then purrs, getting bluntly obvious now, his finger gliding up and down the sensitive skin of Dazai's neck and the man stops clicking the
mouse for a second. There. Chuuya is getting somewhere.

He let's his hand coast through Dazai's hair, along his nape and witnesses how Dazai's jaw clenches, the action never failing to coax a reaction out of him. Chuuya smirks. Maybe he isn't so oblivious anymore.
But it is quickly wiped away when Dazai puts his hand on his own, slender fingers interweaving with his, and drags them down. He places a gentle kiss onto Chuuya's knuckles, raw lips on bruised skin, before mumbling,

"It won't take long, I promise."

His lips press into a thin
line and Chuuya draws back his hand with an expression of distaste and despair. Why is Dazai like this?

But he has already gotten /some/ reaction out of him. It's not that Dazai doesn't want to, Chuuya can tell, but for once that awfully smart brain of his is telling him to
finish his duties first – a rare occurrence, and Chuuya almost feels a little bad for needing to pull him out of his work flow.

But then again, his groin just feels awfully tight, every layer of clothing too heavy on him and heat is crawling under his skin like a million bugs.
All the bad conscience is erased at once.

Seeing how focused Dazai is, tip of his tongue sticking out... and suddenly Chuuya has an idea of what Dazai is trying to do there and he wants to see if he's right.

With a swift motion, Chuuya pulls down his sweat pants, leaving him
in his boxers and a t-shirt, and he steps out of the fabric that pools around his bare feet.

Oblivious to what his boyfriend's doing, Dazai doesn't stir. That is, until Chuuya forcefully pulls his arm away from the keyboard and squeezes himself in between Dazai and the desk,
just to settle comfortably on Dazai's lap, straddling him and both arms on his shoulders, caging him in.

One of Dazai's hands instantly flies down to Chuuya's ass, squeezing the flesh. Chuuya loves how his fingers dig into his skin with just enough pressure to not be painful.
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