All that matters

It only took a few moments for Chuuya's clothes to be completely ripped from his body. He was only wearing a hoodie and boxers after all. Dazai kissed the length of his body, his hands exploring every inch. Dazai wanted to break down the redhead boy and build him back up again, but Chuuya was already broken enough, so Dazai was gentle and loving, but he didn't hesitate to leave love bites and bruises where he felt necessary.

Chuuya was splayed out beneath him like a Renaissance painting. Entirely beautiful. Dazai was almost sad he was the only one who could see it. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

It had been a while since they had been this intimate, at least since Dazai had gone down on Chuuya, but Dazai planned to do much more than just that.

"Do you know what makes me different from that bastard?" Dazai whispered in Chuuya's ear, letting his fingers slip further down Chuuya's body, to the place he had yet to explore.

"What is it?" Chuuya moaned as he felt two fingers push inside of him, reaching impossibly deep.

Dazai smirked, "I know how to worship you, and I love doing it." Dazai lifted Chuuya's thighs, letting him wrap his legs around his shoulders.

"Dazai?" Chuuya muttered, "What are you-"

"Shhh," Dazai's thumb rubbed circles on Chuuya's thigh, "Let me worship you." Chuuya made a noise Dazai had never heard him make before as he pressed his tongue to Chuuya's hole.

"Wait- Dazai, you don't have to," Chuuya stammered.

Dazai ignored Chuuya's pointless ramblings and pushed his tongue deeper, fully eating out his lover.

Chuuya threw his head back and moaned, his legs tensing, pulling Dazai's face closer. He felt as though he were in heaven, never had he expected Dazai to do this for him, let alone anyone. Dazai was right, he had never felt so worshiped.

When Dazai was finished he pulled his head back and smirked, admiring the mess of the boy beneath him, watching Chuuya's blue eyes flutter close slightly. Dazai dropped his lover's thighs and started undoing his pants.

"Do you think you're ready?" Dazai asked as he cast his pants to the side.

Chuuya nodded.

Dazai smiled and pulled a condom out of his bedside drawer- which he kept in case he and Chuuya lost control of themselves- and slipped it on.

Chuuya wrapped his legs around Dazai's waist, urging him to hurry up, to which Dazai laughed.

"Relax," He whispered, "I'm planning on going easy on you tonight."

Chuuya rolled his eyes, "Of course you are."

Dazai hummed, "You're injured, I don't want to hurt you."

Chuuya's back arched into the bed as Dazai pushed himself in, calling out the brunette's name as he did. A tear slid from the corner of his eye and he shivered.

Dazai cupped the back of Chuuya's neck, pulling his half-limp body up into Dazai's lap as he held him close and kissed the nape of his neck.

Chuuya slumped into his lover's embrace, feeling the warmth as their body temperatures rose with the heat of the moment. Chuuya groaned, "Feels good."

"Does it now?" Dazai chuckled, "I've barely even started."

A loud moan ripped through Chuuya's throat as Dazai thrust his hips upwards into him, again, and again, hitting that same good spot. Dazai took to digging his teeth into the soft spots of Chuuya's neck, shoulders, and chest, being careful to avoid the bruise along his stomach.

Sharp nails clawed and scratched at Dazai's back, scraping through Dazai's bandages as they came loose and coiled away in white ribbons to the bed. Dazai winced as Chuuya's nails dug into his back. Later he would take note of the fact that he didn't feel at all insecure when his bandages came undone. He was so lost in Chuuya that nothing else mattered.

Chuuya's mind was turned to static, he was only half aware of the red lines he was making along Dazai's back. His only thought was; Dazai's fucking me, and it feels good. He wasn't thinking about Mori, or even his Mom's boyfriend, all that mattered was Dazai and his excruciatingly slow movements that sent Chuuya to heaven.

Nothing else mattered to the boys, just the small praises Dazai whispered into the nape of Chuuya's neck, and the slight sparkle in Chuuya's eyes as they fluttered shut. They could have been any young couple in love.

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Dazai picked up his lover, kissing away the question Chuuya was about to ask. Where are you taking me?

He was placed in front of the standing mirror in Dazai's room, which had a crack along the bottom corner from the day Atsushi went missing. Dazai cupped Chuuya's chin, tilting it so that the redhead could see himself. There was a little surprise in seeing himself naked like this with Dazai hovering behind him, there was something humbling about knowing what you look like during sex. But Dazai didn't seem to think so.

"You look so beautiful," Dazai hummed, "I thought you might like to see just how beautiful you are."

Chuuya fidgeted, he'd never really considered himself beautiful. Sure, he knew he wasn't ugly, but it was hard for him to see the beauty in himself.

Dazai could see this in Chuuya's face, so he smirked and pushed himself in as far as possible, "Look," He whispered, "Your face twists with pleasure. Your eyes glisten slightly, they glass over. And there's a vein, here" Dazai ran a finger down Chuuya's neck, "It always stands out when you moan, or call my name."

Chuuya tried to look away but Dazai pulled at his chin.

"Look," Dazai whispered, "I haven't even touched your dick, yet you're so hard, you're practically dripping."

"That's because," Chuuya groaned, his voice hoarse, "You keep teasing me."

Dazai smiled, "Yeah, and you love it." He started to press himself in, then out, pushing against Chuuya's body as he thrust over and over.

Chuuya didn't take his eyes off his reflection. A part of him wanted to, but it was so captivating watching himself get fucked. For a brief moment, Chuuya let himself believe he was beautiful. At least in the eyes of Dazai. But after all, that was all that mattered.

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Chuuya didn't exactly remember how many times he came that night.

It's not like anyone was keeping count.

All Chuuya knew was that when he woke up, cleaned, and dressed, he couldn't have been happier to call Dazai his boyfriend.

That was all that mattered.

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