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Jonathan Sims - headcanons Part 2

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°he's a great kisser. He could easily make your head spin. Butterflies rising in your stomach, knees weakening and gasping for air... He could, but won't. All he's going to give you are those innocent little pecks, that are just not enough. He always says he's saving them for special times... (Times full of passion and tangled bodies) But when he sees how needy you are, of course he'll give in for you. He isn't going to hide that smirk though and mocking you the whole time.

° Jon is a very professional man. He likes to keep it that way, so he can be quite distant at work, or outside your safe place. He wants to be always focused on what he's doing. Doesn't matter what it is, but he despises being distracted by his feelings in important moments.

Even more when he feels the responsibility of protecting you. ' The moment you're safely back home again, that's a different story. Jon's attention is all on you now and he makes sure you're happy and comfortable and that you have everything you could possibly desire. (Sometimes he's overdoing it and it's very obvious. But it's only because he realizes how he's neglectful towards you and he wants you to feel loved and make up all those times to you.)

° weak spots? of course he has them. His hands, knuckles especially. Your touches and kisses have his heart melting for you. Definitely won't admit it, but finds it super relaxing when you're touching his hair. The light tugging could send him into a peaceful sleep right there and then. His neck? You discovered this by accident when you kissed it. Jon's whole body stiffened and when you continued and started biting him... (It set him going! Very passionate night, to say the least) Jonathan's tights are an interesting one. Most of the time he finds it weird to be touched there but when you're already making out, when you grab him by them... It's one of the few things that makes him actualy vocal (You could swear, you heard him whine once or twice)

° flirting... Once Jon became comfortable around you, his small compliments sometimes change into something else. More suggesting comments... As much as it can be surprising he's a skilled flirter and the best part is, it's not even sexual half of the time. But the times you both catch pretty good at each other offers, he's open to ideas. He doesn't think he'll actually like most of the new things but is willing to try, for both of you, and he doesn't mind it a bit. That is all nicely said but when it comes to physically showing his love, he can get lost and embarrassed easily. He learns though. He learns to understand you, your needs and desires. Physical touch isn't his love language, so sometimes it's hard for him, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy it or/and make you feel good and loved.

° he's a dom. Yes, he loves cuddling (especially being the little spoon) but HE is the one in charge. Jon himself wouldn't describe it as manhandling but some twisted part of him enjoys being the one in control of everything. To be finally in charge. (It also helps with his self-trust issues) He wasn't always dom. Truth be told it depends a lot on his partner, but being in charge is more comfortable for him.

° favourite positions? anywhere where he can see your face. He doesn't like to take his partner from behind, because he isn't doing this with randoms... He's doing it with his beloved partner, a person he trusts. He wants to make sure you're alright even in the heated moments. Who said you can't be dominant from below? Jon much enjoys the sex while lying or sitting and admiring his partner from this perspective. Missionary position? Kitchen counters are secretly his kink and he had at least one fantasy about you two trying it...

° Jonathan is a simple man. He's not super skilled or talented in bed. He only does what feels right and good. So when the act itself becomes really intense he lets himself get lost in it. He becomes more primal. Not because he would be hoeing around nor dirty talking, that's not his style. (Some dirty talk from the beginning but then...) Because when it feels good, he can't help it. It's too much and the world around him just disappears. Leaving only him and the overwhelming sensations. So yeah, he wants to be a good lover but at some point, he always loses it. Searching for his own pleasure.

° his vocal part is something else. Jon growls. He's letting out those deep breathy moans with lots of growling and cursing under his breath. It's because he needs to contain himself to feel some control but he's failing miserably. Little words escaping his cloudy mind to let you know how much he loves you. Just how much he adores you. And the closer he is the quieter he tries to remain. Only to finally outburst into a heavenly orgasm. Deep within you, feeling the happiest he's ever had. (In those moments he couldn't care less about how loud he is and what new curses you might have learned) Of course, there are some positions he's louder in but what fun would it be if he told you...? He enjoys you discovering him the same way he loves discovering you.

° when he's having a good time, he can last a few rounds but this one depends on his partner. If he sees you're exhausted and need the aftercare, he'll give it to you automatically. He had his fun, now it's time for you to feel safe with him. to know that he cares deeper and beyond the sex. It's time for good night cuddles.

° he's probably having a hard time deciding whether or not to join his partner in the shower. He doesn't know why. No matter the situation. the question always leaves him uncertain for eternity. He wants to respect you, but the idea of having you this close, this vulnerable in his arms... It's much easier if you decide it for him.

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Jonathan Sims - headcanons Part 1

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Part 2 - Jonathan Sims - NSFW headcanons

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it doesn't matter whether or not the tea you made him is good. From you? He'll drink and eat anything you make him. At least in front of you, later he'll probably throw it out but never for you to notice. He admires the proud look on your face too much to ruin it by telling you it tastes like trash ( if it's good though, he'll worship it and secretly won't accept it from anyone else than you)

he steals glances... he does it all the time but if you look up while sensing his gaze on you? He ensures you won't catch him staring

he absolutely cannot focus when you're close to him. Like if you were to help him, sooner or later he'll politely ask you to let him do it himself, cause he can't get any shit done (definitely not when your hair is hanging so cutely around your face while looking through the files, Jon wishes nothing more than to tuck those loose strands behind your ear)

he huffs when jealous. It's the most annoyed huff he can pull when he sees the other man in the archives making you laugh or touching you. He wants your attention on him only, but will never say a word about it (he despises the hugs you're giving to everyone, they're so soft and warm, he wants to be the only one who gets to enjoy them)

his job is dangerous and you are the last person he wants to end up hurting. When he realised that pushing you away won't work, he makes sure your work schedule does. You're always investigating some unimportant stuff, while he's off to figuring out evil things, almost dying in the process

his protective mode goes on 100% when Elias is near you. he already hates that man for biding you to the archives. So he tries to protect you from getting deeper involved. This is why every time Elias talks to you, Jon needs your immediate assistance with some urgent project (he never misses the opportunity to shoot death glares at Elias while walking you away)

he walked you home many times. Jonathan tells himself that it's because he wants to make sure you're safe but it's not the main reason. It's just that when he's tired after a long day in the archives, he enjoys the little talks he can share with you and he doesn't want that to change. He doesn't want to come back to his lonely and silent home. Jon cherishes every extra minute he gets to spend with you

Jonathan is a touch-starved man. He loves the hugs you give. when you wrap your warm arms around him, it feels like home. Your hugs are his safe place, where he's comfortable and gets to let your scent engulf him. He often rubs his nose in your hair (when you surprize him with a hug from behind he's the happiest man on Earth)

loves to be the little spoon but if you need extra comfort he lets you lay on his chest, and listen to his breathing and heartbeat... he strokes your hair, and body, says reassurances, kisses your head or just lays in silence holding you. It depends on what you need the most

he controls his temper around you. Trying very hard to never raise his voice at you, or offend you. Jon could be trembling with annoyance or rage but won't shout at the person he loves. He's better than that (He probably snaps at the first person who unfortunately walks through the door)

let you play with his hair. At first, he's a bit jumpy because he isn't used to someone touching his hair but he ends up liking it. (actually gets so used to it, he doesn't even realize you're stroking his hair. He's casually talking to somebody and gets super confused by the way they're staring at him...)

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Accepting your heart

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2k contains: fluff, kissing, mentions of someone being naked

Jane Prentis... The name still holds its scary power over Jon. It sent a cold shiver down his spine and he fought the urge to scratch his skin whenever he heard it. Apparently, she left Martin in a much worse state. He didn't want to go home and was too scared to stay in the archive again. The poor man was freaked and jumped at every subtle noise. Jonathan has asked himself many times, how Martin convinced him, to let him stay in his place for now. In the end, it didn't matter. He was annoying as always, but... Maybe it was his soft behaviour, that made Jon accept him as a roommate. And much to Jon's annoyance, he found out that he was glad for Martin's company. He no longer felt lonely in the dark late hours of his flat.

To give Martin some credit he kept mostly for himself. He wasn't noisy and didn't talk about the incident at all. He was trying to be useful and Jon realized, he actually made a lot of things easier. The way he always tried to find some calm or interesting topic to talk about, made Jon forget about his own horrors. At least for a little while. Even though Martin had done most of the talking, his voice found its way into Jonathan's tired head and silenced everything else. Jon didn't like it. It was annoying and meaningless, but he found himself looking forward to it every time. To listen to this honey-sweet voice talking about some new nonsense and to look into those eyes full of childish excitement. So it happened, the two of them have been living peacefully next to each other for two months now.

It was late again in the archives and Jon was sure he was the only person remaining there by now. Outside the windows, he could see the dark sky and the gloomy light of street lamps. He sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes. Martin has already left a couple of hours ago. Jon was tired and he wasn't able to finish his work today. He groaned. Annoyed at the fact that day doesn't have enough hours he'd need it to have. He closed the file he was working on and tossed it away. After turning off all the lights he grabbed his coat and headed home.

Jon's home was rather dark when he closed the door behind him. The only light was coming from the kitchen and the rest of the place was drowning in shadows. He felt his eyes growing heavier and a big yawn escaped from his mouth. Jon was muttering to himself and made his way towards the bedroom. He stripped and tossed his clothes to the corner, feeling dirty underneath them. Standing there in his underwear he decided to first take a shower before looking for something to eat. He was too tired and too deep in his swirling thoughts to realize that the lights of his bathroom were on and that he could hear the water stream being turned off. Jon swung the door open and was met with Martin's naked figure just exiting the shower. Martin squeaked and covered himself.

"OH! Uhhm... Sorry Martin I uhh," Jon started to apologise, trying to look everywhere else than at the poor man before him. Marin was stuttering wildly and growing redder and redder with each second, trying to tell Jonathan it was okay.

"No, I uuh... D-didn't realize you were there. So sorry," Jon was a mess himself. He could feel his cheeks burning. After searching around with his hand he managed to grab the towel and threw it at Martin, before stumbling out and shutting the door.

There was silence on both sides of the door. Jon leaned against the wall shutting his eyes tightly and releasing a deep exhale. His heart was pounding in his chest it felt like it was going to burst out. He was much more awake now... Jon tried to compose himself, not understanding why this little incident left him so shaken. Why did he feel the urge to open the door again? Only to see Martin's pink face, hearing him stutter? Was that a smile creeping its way on Jon's face?

He resolutely shook his head. Pushing those stupid thoughts away. What nonsense was he thinking about? He didn't need those feelings, he never had. As Jon continued to shout at himself silently, the bathroom door opened. Martin, in his sweatpants and T-shirt, hesitantly walked out. His hair was messy and the pink shade was still visible on his cheeks. Both of them were avoiding eye contact.

"About earlier - " Martin started, but Jon sneaked his way in around him and then banged the door shut. Martin groaned with his head in hands and walked to the kitchen. Jon didn't want to talk about it and Martin could only hope that this wasn't the last conversation for today. It was already awkward enough.

When Jon came back from the bathroom, he was surprisingly pleased when he saw that Martin made dinner for both of them, just setting the table. Jon's hair was tied in a messy bun with a few escape locks rounding his face. He felt more at ease now. After the shower, in comfortable clothes and his stomach was asking for some "not liquid" meal. They ate mostly quietly, occasionally talking about work and Jon was glad Martin didn't bring their incident up again.

"So, how are things going with Tim?" asked Martin, still with food in his mouth?

Jon sighed: "You cannot be friends with everyone Martin."

"I know that! I just - think you don't have to be exactly enemies with people."

"We're fine. As long as we can work with each other, it's alright," Jon didn't want to be rude to Martin's offer, but he truly didn't see the point in trying to be friends with that annoying man.

"Fine..." Martin didn't push him further and rather gave up on the conversation. It annoyed him though. The fact that his coworkers couldn't stand each other. So he got up and started to clean the dishes. Jon sat there, the teacup in his hands, deep in thought and glancing at Martin's back.

What was it that he was feeling? The strong urge to be close to this man. For how long he felt alone but now, with Martin living in his home... He found himself watching this boy many times and wanted nothing more than to be close to him. He always shrugged those thoughts away, convinced they meant nothing, but today? Jon realized that he wanted to try. He WANTED to feel it. How close can he be to him without starting to get uncomfortable and could he allow himself to feel something during it? Was there a chance for him to actually have something more than just Martin's friendly smile?

Maybe he was too tired. Or just too bored, but Jon decided to give it a try. To test his own boundaries and see what feelings it might trigger. He got up, finished his tea in one sip and went over to Martin to help him with the dishes.

They stand close to each other now. So close that when they moved, their hands and shoulders brushed against each other. Martin didn't mind it. More than anything he was happy that Jon did not decide to avoid him. Martin was unconsciously humming some old melody but stopped when he noticed Jon, staring at him. He gave him a puzzled look but after a second or two Jon turned back to the dishes, not saying a word. This confused Martin but by now he knew better than to ask about things Jon didn't want to discuss. There was something about his eyes though... The way Jon studied Martin's expression. It looked like he was considering whether to tell him something or not.

Soon enough they were done. Martin wanted to make his way to the living room, where he slept on the couch but was stopped by a hand gripping his wrist. Jon held his hand firmly, not hurting but enough to keep him in place. This act made Martin speechless so he just turned to Jonathan, waiting for his next move.

Jon was silent. It looked like he was fighting with himself. He didn't say anything but wasn't letting go either. Martin waited. Over time he figured that Jon actually had emotions. Though it was very hard for him to show them, or talk about them out loud. So Martin patiently waited.

The fact Martin did not pull away, gave Jon some confidence. He was looking down at his feet but stayed determined not to let go. No, he'll finish what he's started, even if it'd be this one time only. He clenched his jaw and pulled Martin's hand, making him come closer. He looked up at him. Seeing his soft expression encouraged him for more.

Jon took a sharp breath and then, without warning, grabbed Martin's face, pulled him close and kissed him. It was a firm angry kiss, full of passion and bottled-up feelings. But as much as Martin was shocked, he gave in. Accepting the kiss, he pulled Jon closer, hugging him and keeping him pressed against his body. Martin opened his soft lips and allowed Jon to deepen the kiss. Jon's arms moved behind Martin's neck. Not allowing him to escape. Not letting him go until HE was done.

The kiss slowed down and after Jon pulled away, it left them rather messy. And both of them were worked up. When their eyes met, the same pink colour appeared on Martin's cheeks again. He was lightly panting.

"Umm, wow..." Martin muttered," That was - that was great."

He looked at Jon who was silent and seemed lost in thought. His eyes were quite wide and drifting away, so it looked like he was shocked with himself.

"Yes I -," he trailed off. "Good night Martin." And just like that, Jon disappeared into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Martin stood there, taking in the fact Jon abandoned him in the kitchen. He chuckled and then laughed. One hand on his head and the other touching his lightly swollen lips. Marin stood there replaying the moment over and over in his head. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to go for Jon and talk but wasn't sure if he'd open the door. In the end, he just lay on the couch. Smiling to himself like the idiot in love he was. Little did he know, the man next door wore the exact same smile.

That night wasn't a sleeping option for any of them. And the next day was full of shy glances and red cheeks. Nobody knew what could bring the next night...

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SOUKOKU

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warning: none actually just some edging, smut, bandage, denying short plot plus light smut

it was one of the rare days when Dazai's to be found in his Port Mafia office. And he wasn't trying to hang, poison, shoot himself or jump out of the window... Today he was getting some actual shit done. He was in the middle of organizing some papers and mission reports when a pair of soft hands wrapped around his waist.

Dazai was aware that someone came in, though he was not prepared the someone to do this directly.

"Well well... What a curious secretary you are?" said Dazai while turning around.

What a surprise it was to find not a young lady, but his opponent Chuuya before him! Dazai stopped himself mid-thinking. Not even he was able to fully cover his surprise.

*SLAP*

Dazai's hand landed swiftly and elegantly on Chuuya's cheek.

"What the fuck!" said the smaller person while holding his face. Chuuya's cheek was starting burning red with both pain and anger.

"Don't put your tiny dirty hands on me." was Dazai's answer.

"Who do you think you're calling tiny!"

While leaning down and closer to Chuuya'S face: "You of course"

Normally this would lead to some lovely argument, which Dazai would fully enjoy, but this time Chuuya only let out a stream of air through his nostrils and much to Dazai's disappointment continued like nothing happened.

"The boss is asking for your reports."

"Right, I was just finishing them."

"Then finish them faster!"

Dazai thought about waving the papers above his head to make Chuuya more pissed, but then decided, he liked his leg bones more than that. Instead, he said: "My my, who made you so edgy today?" Dazai was smiling, because he was sure it must have been him. Who else than him had the talent to make the small time bomb blow.

"Sounds like none of your business to me," said Chuuya, tearing the papers out of Dazai's hand and quickly storming out of the office. Dazai shrugged his shoulders and let the whole scene go. He sat behind his table and continued with his boring paperwork.

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Chuuya had enough. He was tired and pissed and that fool Dazai was not helping to make his day better. He felt like everything he had done went either sideways or to Hell directly.

Chuuya's men today fucked up a mission and two of their enemies got away and he wasn't able to catch them. Chuyya was their lead so of course it was him who carried the consequences and had to explain everything to the boss. Mori was not at all happy with him and made it painfully clear. Dazai was getting on his nerves more than usual and now when Chuuya was thinking about it, he was sure he hadn't eaten the whole day.

The worst part was, that today wasn't even near to its over. Chuuya had several meetings before him and his mood was on its lovest by now.

So when Chuuya got finally home, he was craving just some relaxation in a hot bath with a glass of wine and his soft bed. But that was not what he found when he came home...

After fighting with his keys, Chuuya finally reached his apartment. He let out a big sigh of relief, but he wasn't let to enjoy any piece.

Second later there was the voice, Chuuya wished to hear the least. "Ah finally! What took you so long Chuuyaaa? I'm dying of boredom here!"

It was Dazai, who was comfortably laid on the couch of Chuuya's apartment.

"Shit!" Chuuya hissed through gritted teeth. "What are you doing here?!"

"Waiting for you obviously" Dazai was smirking at him, thinking it was just a normal type of playful fight.

"Fuck off and get out of my flat! I'm not in the mood for you jackass!"

"Why so offensive, dear Chuuya?" Dazai continue chuckling.

"First of all I've never allowed you to come here, but you do it anyways!!"

"Because you want me here and you know it..." Dazai purred as he stood up from the couch. Chuuya clenched his fists.

"I said! Get! OUT!" Chuuya yelled from full lungs. "Are you so stupid, you don't even understand the simplest thing in the world?!"

Now Dazai understood what was going on, but he was determind, that things would go as he pleased. Dazai now walked towards Chuuya. His carefree smile disappearing to a much more stern expression.

"Are you yelling at me Chuuya?" Dazai warned, but his partner was too far now to stop on his own

"You think motherfucker?!"

"You shouldn't do that," Dazai growled. He was now standing close to Chuuya, who used it to throw a huge punch. Chuuya was aiming right for Dazai's face, but his fist never landed.

Dazai simply cached his fist with one hand and didn't even flinch. He was looking straight into Chuuya's fueling eyes. Then, so fast his opponent couldn't even register it Dazai used his free hand to press Chuuya's acupuncture point. Chuuya immediately collapsed into his arms.

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Dazai was sitting comfortably in a chair watching Chuuya carefully. The corners of his mouth jolting up as he was trying to hide his amusement. His partner was still fast asleep before him. In Dazai's mind were playing several scenarios of what will happen when Chuuya's going to finally woke up...

Fortunately for Dazai, it didn't take long and Chuuya's eyes fluttered open. During the first seconds, Chuuya was trying to understand how he ended up in his bed, asking himself what happened?

Dazai carefully watched as Chuuya tried to sit up, but found out he couldn't. It was at this moment when Chuuya acknowledged the position he was located in.

He was lying on his back on the bed sheets. His hands were tied above his head, very tightly and uncomfortably. A sudden shiver runs down Chuuya's spine as a sudden cold hits his skin. He raised his head to look at himself and to his big concern Chuuya found out that the only piece of clothing left to him were his briefs.

Then Chuuya finally noticed Dazai sitting on his chair across the room with a very pleased smirk on his face. Chuuya quickly looked from side to side, as if he was looking for some help. This made Dazai's smile grow even wider.

"Wha-- eh-- What the heck?" Chuuya stuttered out. his words were much less confident than moments ago...

"I think you know what's going on Chuuya" purred Dazai, staring intensely at his little pray.

"What the--- I didn't do anything!"

"Don't play stupid now," said Dazai as he got up and made his way to bend over Chuuya on the bed. "I planned on having a nice evening with you, but YOU came home only to yell at me. What you said wasn't at all polite. I did not like it and I won't tolerate this behaviour of yours," Dazai's voice was stern and clear, but Chuuya didn't seem to realise what was the situation.

Dazai continued, softer this time: "I have a soft spot for you, which you know Chuuya. I'll give you a chance to apologise and maybe I'll go gently on you."

"Chance?! First of all, this is my apartment and I can do whatever--"

"Too late, bad answer." Dazai didn't even let him finish, he knew too well where this was going, but Chuuya wasn't following.

Chuuya's tied hands formed into fists and started glowing, but Dazai was faster. He grabbed Chuuya's chin forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Don't make it harder for yourself fool. There's no way out of this for you now," Dazai let his words sink into Chuuya's mind and when he felt him relent a bit, he continued sternly.

"Are you gonna be good now?"

Chuuya didn't answer right away, considering his chances. Eventually, he nodded, but he was avoiding to look the other in the eyes.

Dazai clicked his tongue and said displeased: "You know the rules stupid head."

Chuuya huffed and stared back at Dazai. "Yes, I'll be good," He growled through gritten teeth. Dazai hummed, satisfied with his answer.

He took his time and kneeled on the bed next to Chuuya. Dazai's hand slid teasingly down Chuuya's torso and rested on his covered crotch, his other hand started playing with his nipple. Dazai knew better than to break the touch with the other's skin. He couldn't be sure yet, not until he bends him to his will.

Dazai started to move his hand very slowly against the fabric of Chuuya's boxers. Even though his touch was light Chuuya felt the sparks running through his body. His jaw was clenched tightly as he was trying to hide these effects from Dazai behind an angry mask.

Dazai's hand become heavier, pushing more on Chuuya's member and making more friction. It was becoming harder for him to stay in his mad state. Dazai was watching him intensely and noticing every detail, he was reading him like an open book. Dazai knew that Chuuya was trying to stay mad at him, but he couldn't deny he liked what Dazai was doing to him. Deep down Chuuya knew he wanted to give in and let Dazai have his way with his body. Dazai knew it as well and he was determind to get what he wanted. So he pushed harder and gave Chuuya's dick a squeeze. Chuuya inhaled sharply and now there was no way back.

He was hard and needy for more. He let out a grunt and let his hips buck into Dazai's touch. That was the moment Dazai knew he won. He continued working Chuuya harder, wanting to hear more from him. His other hand roamed Chuuya's torso and belly, eventually stopping to pinch his nipple.

After a few more minutes Chuuya was becoming a mess his hips moving on their own, his eyes were closed and he was bathing in those sensations running through him. Just when he thought he gathered himself enough to tease the other one, Dazai's hand yanked Chuuya's underwear off and his hand grabbed Chuuya's cock firmly. Gripping him almost painfully and working him fast with his hand.

Chuuya was gasping as shocks of pleasure were shooting through his whole body. He let out several moans and was nearing the edge very fast. Chuuya was so close. He held his breath preparing for the finish, but then all the movement stopped. Chuuya let out a confused whimper. He opened his eyes and looked pleadingly at Dazai, but the punisher just smirked down at his prey.

"Ow don't tell me you thought it would be so easy for you? Dumb head I'm nowhere close to being done with you."

Chuuya opened his mouth to protest, but instead he let out a loud moan. Dazai resumed his previous pace of hard strokes. Chuuya threw his head back and his peak was building again.

"AHH! D-Dazai! I--- Please, please I'm so, so close."

"Oh, I can see that. Do you want to come, my dear?"

"Yes! Please Dazai nnngh. Please"

But instead, Dazai stopped and when Chuuya tried to protest he was met with a sharp answer.

"You thought it would be this easy for you? You have to earn this, don't forget." Then Dazai smirked devilishly at Chuuya: "Shall we continue?"

This continued for several minutes and several rounds. By the end, Chuuya was completely desperate. He wasn't sure if he wanted to continue or stop immediately. Tears streamed down his face and his whole body was aching. Chuuya's cock was throbbing and twitching. He needed to come so badly, but Dazai would not let him. Chuuya was panting and sobbing when Dazai stopped once again, but this time he got up leaving whimpering Chuuya on the bed with hands still tied up.

He didn't go far and after Chuuya calmed down a little Dazai came back, now bare. His own excitement was very noticeable.

"Now Chuuya, do you think you're ready to finish this?" he said softly.

Chuuya sobbed and nodded: "Yes. Daz--" He was interrupted by a passionate kiss. Dazai gently brushed the tears away with his thumbs while holding Chuuya's head. When he pulled away both of them were breathing heavily.

"You have been so good for me," said Dazai while turning his attention to his lover's neck and left there a few hickeys."So good for me. You took it very well dear."

Chuuya whined impatiently and Dazai hushed him: "Shhhhh, I know don't worry I got you Chuu."

Dazai then grabbed Chuuya's hips and turned him around to lay on his tummy. Dragging his ass up Chuuya whimpered again.

"Dazai, please. I need you. I need you now!"

"Still so eager are we? Alright, I'll give you what you need."

Dazai took his cock pumping himself a few times and spreading the precum. Then he lined himself with Chuuya's tight hole and leaned over him. His lips slightly brushed over Chuuya's ear.

"Tell my how badly you want me."

"Too badly. I want you so mu-- ahh!"

Dazai pushed all the way in at once and Chuuya hissed at the sudden stretch. Giving Chuuya time to accommodate to his size, Dazai kissed down Chuuya's spine. Then he started trusting in and out slowly and carefully, but making sure to hit all the right spots.

Chuuya was totally overwhelmed, making incoherent erotic sounds... He was a mess under Dazai and he loved it. Dazai sped up and gave in to the pleasure. "Jeeze, y-you're so tight!"

Now they were both moaning. Chuuya was biting down on his pillows and Dazai was instead biting Chuuya's shoulders.

"*moan* Daziii, please. Aaahh! Go faster."

"Faster darling?"

"Yes. I need more. Give me more."

"As you wish love," said Dazai and started smacking into Chuuya in unholy peace. Growling and grunting. They were both coming closer and closer to reaching their orgasms. They were moaning loudly carefree of anything else than the other one.

"Chu- Chuuya I'm close. I'm so close."

Chuuya was pulling hard on his restring and the rope was biting into his skin. He was cursing under his breath. CHuuya needed to come. He needed it more than anything else.

"Cum with me Dazai. Common babe --- cum with me."

And with a few more thrusts Dazai filled Chuuya to the brim, who followed right after, making a mess of the sheets beneath him. They both collapsed on the bed panting and completely spent.

---------------------------------------------------

After Dazai composed himself, he untied Chuuya's hands and rubbed them carefully, helping the soreness to fade away. He brushed the messy hair out of Chuuya's face.

"How are you doing sweet?"

"Mm good..."

"Common, let me take care of you."

Dazai picked him up a bridle style and carried him to the bathroom. After cleaning them both, he changed the sheets, laid Chuuya back and slipped under the covers next to him. He pulled him close and wrapped his long limbs around Chuuya.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am now," Chuuya answered still a bit shaky.

"May I know what happened today?" Dazai asked very softly and kissed Chuuya's crown. Chuuya took a deep breath and then told his secret boyfriend about everything. Dazai listened carefully and occasionally kissed him on random spots.

"I bet it will be alright. You'll figure out how to fix it all, I'm sure my dear."

"Thank you Dazai," said Chuuya sleepily. "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too Chuu. Good night."

the end