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

[proficience]

Who: Osamu Dazai proficience & various.
When: First half of August
Where: In spooky, infected areas of the land and other places.
What: Wilder Training and continuations from the intro log.
Warnings: NSFW, smut in at least one thread.

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[notawriter]

[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.

[proficience]

[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.

[notawriter]

[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...

[proficience]

[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.]

[notawriter]

[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.

[proficience]

[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.]

[notawriter]

[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...

[proficience]

[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.]

[notawriter]

[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.

[proficience]

[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?