middaeg | You said let's revel in our time [closed & open]

[When Dazai enters the house, the first thing on his mind is that there may be cameras around -- somewhere. Consider that a result of being in both the Mafia and the Agency, and also being far too observant for his own good most of the time. However, after watching Oda seemingly scope out the house to gauge how safe it really is, Dazai decides that his judgement is sound enough, and relaxes. He, too, tosses off his jacket and sets it across a the sofa next to Oda's, and then turns to face him completely. He'd just set his own pistol in one of the inner pockets on his jacket; he has no fancy holster, nor does he really plan on using the gun that much at all unless he really needs to.

Ideally, he'd rather not have to kill anyone here. He's not the same as he was four years ago, in that sense.

That question hits him like a truck, because, while he's a planner at heart, he didn't really plan that far ahead. He'd expected to share some more wine with his friend, discuss the house and potential additions and changes to it, and then --

He's not entirely sure. He does know that if Oda understood what he'd meant by taking things further to be the same meaning as he'd intended when he'd stated that, then there's a chance everything could change between them from that point forward. Then again, Dazai was told that their friendship, their bond couldn't be broken.

His gaze falls to the floor for a moment, and then he sucks in a breath before quickly looking right into Oda's eyes; taking a step forward, he reaches for one of his hands again, giving it a tight squeeze.]

First, I want to kiss you.

[His heart races as he says those words. This isn't like when he'd wooed women at bars for a one night stand. This is completely different; this is meaningful, this is --

Terrifying.]

[The reality is Oda doesn't actually know what Dazai means by taking things further because he's not the sort to read between the lines. He's a man who tells things straight—albeit without context at times—and generally expects others to do the same. Besides, where his idea of friendship is concerned, there are precious few boundaries and limitations to what he'd do for a friend. So the concept of taking things further than virtually countless possibilities is a little difficult to fathom.

In short, Dazai need only ask outright, and Oda would deliver him practically anything he desires. Right down to his core, Oda is truly a selfless man. Though at least Dazai's response now finally clues Oda into what taking things further entails. Because a kiss is only the start, isn't it?]

Then I'm yours to kiss. [His voice is a soft and low whisper. After letting Dazai take his hand, Oda slowly and carefully draws his friend closer... and closer... Until they're close enough for Oda to lean in and lightly brush his lips against Dazai's before pulling away just enough to add,] Unless I kiss you first.

[When the two of them close the distance, the feeling of worry, the near-terrifying feeling that was trying to overwhelm him, vanishes. Unless he's mistaken, Oda seems to feel the same way; that's wonderful, honestly, and even though this is something completely new for Dazai, he's willing to give it a shot. He's willing to do pretty much anything to ensure his friend's happiness throughout their time here, however long that may be.

After Oda brushes their lips together, Dazai decides to continue what he'd started without uttering a single word. He shifts slightly, pressing his lips against the other's again, but this time, the kiss doesn't end instantly. While what Oda had done could have been construed as more of a tease, or a test to make absolutely sure that there's a mutual interest, Dazai's action to initiate an actual, longer lasting kiss can only be construed as desire. Desire and adoration, in all honesty.

Squeezing Oda's hand again, Dazai moves to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue past the other man's lips and therefore proceeding to pick up on the faint, subtle hints of the wine he'd had recently. As the seconds pass, he inches his entire body even closer, wrapping his arm around Oda to rest a hand against his lower back.

Eventually, he'll break the kiss to breathe and to say, quietly:]

I've been wanting to do that for quite some time.

[Oda hadn't so much tested Dazai as much as he'd invited him to do what he wanted. So when Dazai accepts the invitation by actually pressing their lips together, Oda responds not with passionate desire but instead with the tenderness and devotion that only come with love. He's not merely an illusion, he's here for Dazai, he's with Dazai, and Oda wants not only to stay with Dazai but to give himself completely to him.

Their kiss deepens and their bodies move closer as Oda allows Dazai to take as he desires. Still clasping on to Dazai's hand right back, Oda moves his free hand to Dazai's side, lightly feeling the contour of his body through the fabric of his clothing.

So when they pull away, something about Dazai makes him more beautiful than usual. He takes a small breath before murmuring,]

Good things come to those who wait.

[A beat.

And then Oda's hand carefully leaves Dazai's side and takes hold of his holster vest. Not to ruin the mood or anything, but the weight of his weapons is going to be a tad on the distracting side.]

...Speaking of waiting, would you mind if I—? You know...

[After having waited over four years, in a sense, for all of his actual feelings to come pouring out almost tenfold, waiting a few more minutes really won't pose a problem; in fact, Dazai needs the break to catch his breath and ponder a plan, of sorts, in regards to what he wants to do tonight. His original idea of working on those wine bottles before any form of intimacy would come into the picture is now thrown out the window, but --

He's not complaining. In all honesty, he's just happy that his worry about his friend being an illusion has been proven wrong. He is here, he is real, and he obviously feels the same way about Dazai as Dazai feels about him.

Dazai isn't the type of man to think that he necessarily deserves the kindness and love Oda would provide, but any concern over that won't happen tonight. He has other things on his mind.

Before giving Oda the space needed to remove whatever he needs, he takes the opportunity to lean in one last time to delicately brush his lips against the other's. Then, he steps back, releasing Oda's hand from his own. Placing both hands behind his own back, Dazai smiles, making a point to really look at and appreciate all of the other man's features. He's indescribably attractive, so much so that he has to stop himself from leaning forward and initiating yet another kiss so soon. Thankfully, he manages to quell that urge and simply watch Oda remove his holster vest, but once he's finished, will reach for one of his hands again.]

Ready to move to a better location?

[That last brush of their lips was too short, but there's still plenty of time for that and more later. After Dazai steps away, Oda removes his holster vest and places it down on a nearby table. He also takes his time slowly undoing the cuffs of his sleeves and the buttons down his shirt so his skin peeks through the opening.

He'd just barely finished when both he and Dazai take each other's hands.

Actions speak louder than words, so Oda tugs Dazai's hand and leads him to a room where the bed is actually dressed. He situates them just beside the bed before pulling Dazai close enough that their bodies press together. Then Oda moves in for another kiss—one that's gentle and loving, soft and a little sweet. With one hand in Dazai's, the other hand moves to Dazai's hip.]

[Having had a copious amount of practice in displaying romance in the bedroom, albeit superficially, Dazai doesn't take long at all to reciprocate that kiss, though he's incredibly tempted to deepen it. This isn't superficial, nor is it something that he believes will end anytime soon. His feelings are finally able to be displayed and expressed here, and honestly -- he's slightly nervous.

Just slightly, as his expertise in romantic gestures over-weighs any nerves that are attempting to surface.

Once he pulls away and breaks this kiss, his eyes flutter open again and he looks into Oda's with utmost adoration. He then glances downward at that hand on his hip, thoughts running through his mind as to what to do next. After a few moments, he decides to gently undo Oda's belt, leaning his head forward and to the side, slightly, to line his neck and the hint of exposed skin near his collarbone with kisses. He has to catch his breath after a few of them, however, and once he does so, finishes undoing and removing that belt. He'll just toss it onto the floor, then, not particularly caring where it goes.]

I'll admit -- a part of me can't believe this is happening.

[Just as Dazai begins to undo Oda's belt, he deftly moves his hands up to undo the buttons on Dazai's vest to return the favor. His own belt carelessly tossed aside, Oda gently wraps an arm around Dazai's side and lightly rests his hand on the small of Dazai's back before taking his time slowly stroking it. Up... and down... then up, and back down again.

After Dazai's words, Oda kisses Dazai's lips again, then presses tender kisses down to his chin and continues tracing Dazai's jawbone up to his ear and giving it a tiny little nip.]

The only things I believe in now, Dazai, are that you are here with me.

[It's only natural that Dazai can't believe it because he's lived in a reality where Oda is dead. But mentioning that would only sour things, so it's better left completely unsaid. No one is going to ask about that anyway. Meanwhile, there's nothing else for Oda to believe in. He has to believe that he's alive in this world

As Oda pulls away to study Dazai's face, his other hand glides upward to caress it. Oda's features soften, looking satisfied and even at peace gazing at his friend.]

[Feeling no need to speak yet, or even risk steering the conversation toward a depressing slope of emotions where he'd inevitably admit too much, too fast, Dazai simply tilts his head slightly at those touches, in particular, the hand he feels sliding slowly up and down his back. That hand, and the sensation it elicits from simply touching him in that way causes a shuddering breath to leave his lips right before he's kissed again, though gently this time. The next kisses he receives are light as well, but far more pleasant than any he'd received from anyone else who'd tried to show any sort of compassion toward him in the bedroom.

This is new, this is wonderful, and he doesn't want it to end. But --

He does have to break the flow of things to speak as Oda's free hand moves to caress the side of his face. His features soften, too, but inwardly, he's still slightly nervous.]

I'm not going anywhere, either. I never plan to.

[He closes his eyes a moment, and then asks, as the question has been on his mind:]

How do you want to do this? I can receive, but it would be my first time doing so. [A big admission, there, but it's the truth. All of his one night stands were with women, obviously.] Either way, I want to do something first.

[That hand that had adeptly removed Oda's belt is now delicately trailing along the front of his pants; specifically, at the fastenings, which he then begins to undo. Slowly, carefully, as he makes a point to never leave Oda's gaze.]

[There's no hiding the tingle going through his body where Dazai's hand moves over his clothes. He closes his eyes as his breath hitches. Still, he smoothly moves his hand against Dazai's back before slowly opening his eyes and letting out a quiet sigh.]

Your first time with that? [His hand trails downward one last time and then goes to Dazai's hip, softly massaging around it through his clothes.] If you don't mind me being the first, I'll gladly do it. For you.

[A beat. If Oda had initially known Dazai's intentions, he might have searched the house for some kind of vegetable oil or coconut oil or aloe vera—some kind of decent substitute lubricant. Anal isn't really a spontaneous thing, and if Oda's going to do right by Dazai for his first time, he wants to be prepared.]

I don't know what we have around, but I'll work with it. [His other hand continues caressing Dazai's face, gently brushing his cheek and tracing his jawline.] If it's you, it has to be perfect. I want to give you something no one else can have...

[He casts a quick glance down at Dazai's hands that have likely finished undoing his pants.]

Let's do what you want to.

[Once again, Dazai finds himself leaning ever so slightly into those touches, as if he's craving more and more of them. But, to do what he wants to do, to move forward with his plans, their plans -- he has to pull away. Not before gently pressing his lips against Oda's to initiate a quick, but sweet kiss, however. His eyes, full with desire and love, make a point to lock onto Oda's for a few seconds as he pulls back completely.

His heart is racing, but he's excited about what's to happen. The hand atop his hip, the one that's rubbing through his clothing, is comforting. Enough to where he almost moves back to kiss the other man on the lips again, but --

If he keeps doing that, nothing else will get done.]

Something no one else can have, huh? [His mind runs rampant with thoughts as to what that could mean, and while he's quite interested in learning the answer, he's not expecting to receive one. Not right now, anyway.

He follows that quick glance downward and smiles.]

Alright.

[And with that, he trails the tip of his index finger very, very delicately around and across Oda's length through his underwear as he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees. His cheeks are a bright shade of pink, which is fairly unusual for him (save for when he'd had too much to drink,) but that's honestly because there are so many emotions behind this. Behind the two of them and their relationship, and what's to develop further in regards to that.

Taking in a sharp, quick breath, he positions his head so that, after reaching over and under Oda's waistband, he can pull out his length and wrap his hand around the shaft. He pauses another moment or two before he begins to stroke, his eyes flicking upward again to look at the other man's face.]

This may not be perfect, but -- I still want to make you happy.

[Unexpectedly, Oda hears himself let out a pleased but needful moan. Even through that barrier of fabric, Dazai's touch stirs a longing Oda had been unaware of that leaves him almost breathlessly aching for more. It's uncertain exactly when he withdraws his hands so that Dazai could get down on his knees, but it's not long before Oda's gaze follows to behold a sight beyond his imagination.

Even as Dazai's friend—let alone as the lowest ranking member of the mafia—Oda could never have predicted he'd see Dazai's blushing features on his lovely and eager face while Dazai kneels down vulnerably before him. When Dazai sets about petting him, Oda feels his heart start beating faster, slowly becoming like thunder in his chest. A warm, fluttering sensation spreads through his body but begins to build up in his nether regions. The more Dazai touches him, the more Oda craves like he hadn't ever known the feeling of desire.

Just then, suddenly Oda truly understands what Dazai meant about taking things further.

So when Dazai looks up, what he sees might also surpass his expectations. Oda's features are also tinged with color, his expression an image of devotion and passion and need—that is, a longing thirst Oda's unaccustomed to and is seemingly surprising even to himself. He focuses on Dazai like he's all there is in the world.

The look on Oda's face speaks louder than his belated response, withheld until he can overcome his own bewilderment at the turn of things.]

I'm happy, Dazai... [Is that really his own whispered voice? It sounds oddly foreign for some reason.] You do make me happy. You're making me hap—no, you're making me more than happy right now.

[A quiver of want goes through Oda, and he once again moves his hands to cup Dazai's beautiful blushing face, to caress it, to encourage and appreciate him.]

Making you happy would make me even happier...

[That needful moan is more than enough to elicit one from Dazai's lips, as it's something he'd never heard from his friend. His friend that he's confident is already so much more, his friend that he holds extremely close to his heart. He's opening his heart up now, without even a single ounce of regret. He'd meant it when he'd said he'd been wanting this for a long, long time, but at least now he'll be able to get what he wants and make Oda happy.

Dazai's hand continues to casually stroke Oda's length, his gaze remaining very focused on every single feature of his friend's face. He notes the flush to his cheeks; the small of his back actually tingles in response, his own desire and burning need growing almost tenfold, to which he lets out another moan, this one breathier than the last. Quiet, still, since he's craving some sort of contact, save for what he's doing with his hand, but --

For now, and for however long it takes, his focus is on Oda.]

I'm happy, too. I've been happy since the moment we'd reunited. [His eyelids fall and he sighs; the sigh is a contented one, nothing more than that. His hand speeds up its pace a little and he parts his lips, moving forward to take just the very tip of the other's head inside.]

[Oda's eyes flutter and he lets out a deep, passionate groan at the feel of Dazai's hot little mouth around the tip of his cock.]

Ah! Ah, it's—that's good.

[This may not be perfect, but...

Executives probably don't spend much time giving blow jobs, so it's likely Dazai hasn't had much practice doing this. Though that makes how Dazai wants to do it for Oda so much more flattering. But it's all the more reason Oda wants to show his affection and appreciation to Dazai while also moving at his pace. This helps Oda resist the urge to thrust or to push Dazai's head down.

But in his need, Oda does hiss a little.]

Let's not rush. I want this to last. [While one of Oda's hands continues to caress Dazai's face in appreciation, the other moves to lace fingers with one of Dazai's.] Let's savor it, Dazai.

[This would be the second time Dazai has ever performed this specific act, the first having happened almost immediately after his arrival here. That was just a simple one night stand, of sorts, if it could even be called such a thing. After tonight, however, he has no intention of doing that again. It may be difficult, considering his flirtatious nature, but --

He enjoys a challenge, especially when the challenge is ultimately fueled by the heart.

The groan he hears leave Oda's lips is enough to make him move forward enough, so that he takes about half of the shaft inside, but then, he pulls back and off of the other man's arousal completely. His gaze, locked onto Oda's face, is filled with lust and adoration still, so he has no intention of not returning to that act.]

Odasaku ... sit on the bed. So you're not standing while I do this. [He smiles, swinging their joined hands a little.] We'll savor this moment for a long, long time. [He'll wait for Oda to sit before he goes right back to what he'd started, though this time, he'll make a point to stick out his tongue before taking anything inside. This way, he's sure to trace along every ridge he can.]

[Dazai pulled away quickly enough that Oda looks both stunned and yet the most lustful he's ever been seen. He opts to seat himself at the edge of the bed rather than lie himself down—he'll last longer if he doesn't get too relaxed.

Deep breaths, Oda. Deep breaths. Though his heart's thumping is quickening, Oda focuses on managing his breath and truly connecting with Dazai in this experience. So when Dazai's tongue traces along Oda's length, he can't help himself full-bodily shuddering. His eyes flutter as he hums in satisfaction.]

Mmmmm, I like it, Dazai. The way your tongue moves... [Oda feels himself thrumming in bliss as his one hand goes to pet Dazai's hair while the other moves to Dazai's back and strokes it in drawn-out, soft circular motions.] ...exploring me.

[Has Oda ever looked this way in front of anyone else? Maybe not in recent memory, but it's not like that matters now when he's here giving every ounce of himself to Dazai. And then Dazai's mouth closes in on him, and Oda hums again and feels his face blush and get a little hot.

Wearing a contented smirk, Oda lets out another groan.]

You're welcome... to conquer all the territory you desire. Because when I get the chance, I'll do the very same to you...

[If Oda is truly blissful at this moment, Dazai is, too. He's more than happy doing this for the only one he truly adores, the one he loves. He won't use that word right now, nor will he necessarily use it tonight, since there's still a slight worry lingering in the back of his mind that Oda will be sent away, just as effortlessly as he'd arrived, but --

If things keep going the way they are currently, he's sure to confess his feelings in time. He's a romantic at heart, though his past interests and attempts in forming interests never made it past a one night stand.

After Oda settles on the edge of the bed and Dazai can feel both the hand in his hair and the hand on his back, he lets out a very calm, peaceful sigh that slips past his lips, between himself and Oda's arousal. His eyes dart upward, catching a beautiful sight, the sight of his affection and adoration basking in what he's doing. It's a wonderful compliment to receive, enough to where he's motivated to move just a little faster. Lowering himself, he takes three-fourths of the shaft inside, his eyes drifting closed when he begins to feel slight resistance. He doesn't go further; instead, he raises his head again, just a little, and wraps a few of the fingers of his free hand around the base to stroke gently as he starts a slow, delicate rhythm of bobbing.

He's already beginning to ache in anticipation for what's to come when Oda finishes.]

[Though Dazai said it may not be perfect, everything he does certainly feels perfect to Oda.]

I like... seeing... and feeling... you moving up and down... on me like that.

[And Dazai's moving at such a good rhythm, too, that Oda's approaching his peak faster than he'd like. As good as finishing off would feel, Oda wants to draw things out to their fullest. So to that end, his voice is quite low and husky when he speaks again.]

Dazai, let's... slow down. It's so good... I want to make you feel good, too. I want to touch you and lick you and find all the places that make you feel hot and wet.

[After having started such a delicate rhythm, Dazai finds it incredibly difficult to focus on what he's hearing, and almost impossible for him to pull off and respond.

But he manages to, even though his expression is that of a very confused and flushed man.]

B-but, Odasaku -- You're -- you haven't --

[This is Oda being selfless again, he's sure of it. But even though he'd ideally have enjoyed finishing the other man off, first, he can't necessarily protest changing roles for now. Standing up slowly, letting his fingers loosen and his hand fall to his side, his eyelids drop slightly and he speaks again, his own voice low and husky, in turn.]

Hm. I have an idea. To ensure this lasts, I think we should stick to doing only this for tonight. [A pause, as his hands start to undo the fastenings on his own pants] I not only want, but need to feel completely connected with you, -- [He knows they aren't fully prepared for it. Supplies need to be purchased, first.] Later. I promise. [Slipping out of his pants, he sighs; it's quite obvious that his underwear is straining to hold his own arousal back, and has been for some time, now. But he doesn't leave them on for long; they, too, are slipped out of and pushed behind him on the floor.

He'll then straddle the other man and wrap his arms behind his neck, looking directly into his eyes.]

How do you want to do this?

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