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Atsushi's heart was in his throat once more.
They've set ground rules this time, set a safe word in place, a system where even if Atsushi wasn't able to speak, he could tap out if he needed to.
They didn't exactly put a name on…whatever this between them was, but, they did however decide that they both wanted more.
Dazai has told him that Atsushi was the only one so far to actually enjoy the amounts of strain put on his body by their…eventful night and Atsushi even admitted that he craved the edge, the danger, and how every little rough touch made him feel like he was floating.
Now, there he was, standing in front of Dazai's bed, waiting for Dazai to come forth with their new adventure, to start their second time together.
In all honesty, he was kind of scared. Not because he thought that Dazai would do anything he might not like, but because of how much he'd like the thing done to him.
Careful honey eyes came in contact with ombre gold, purple skies widening as they connected, before softening again, with the boy glancing down.
"Now then, Atsushi-kun! No need to get shy on me now. " The detective chuckled softly, motioning for the boy to kneel and looking at his prized possession.
The wounds from their previous adventure, much to his dismay, were all healed up. With the boy's ability, that came as no surprise. But, still, he found it a bit sad.
He really liked the view he got to wake up to that day, a body against his own, flowy silver locks all over his pillows, purple, battered and torn body basically pushing itself back against him as close as possible, dried blood decorating the white supple flesh.
So to see that body in this good of a condition, well, he wanted to break it time and time again until the scars actually remained.
"There we go, that's a good boy. Just keep your eyes on me and relax, I'll take care of everything else." The suicidal maniac smiled softly, petting those rosy cheeks, before giving them a very, very light smack.
The tiger closed his eyes and bit his lip, knee twitching, as he opened them a split second after, connecting them to Dazai's again.
He knew very well from their after-talk about what kind of stuff Atsushi was into by now, knew just how much this meant to Atsushi, sweet little Atsushi.
In a way, all the wounds that he would put on Atsushi were to Atsushi just bits and pieces of himself that he got to have back, he got reminded that this was his body, feeling pain was more like feeling alive to the boy, which in a way, Dazai could understand.
Honey brown and golden purple remained locked together, even as Dazai pulled the boy closer, made him nuzzle between the mad detective's thighs, breathing right against his clothed crotch.
"You smell nice, Dazai-san." The boy mumbled against his pants, almost sleepily. He seemed to be going under that spell again, into that very, very special headspace.
"Oh? Are you trying to butter me up this early on, Atsushi-kun?" Dazai grinned, yanking the boy back by his hair, a few strands of pure white remaining in his hold even after he let go.
"No, you just smell really nice." The boy called back drowsily, eyes hazy and unfocused, his somewhat open lips giving all kinds of ideas and images to Dazai that he would make sure to make into reality soon enough.
Like this, the tiger gave up his control completely, left it all in Dazai's hands, only leaving behind his body and a fraction of his mind, basically on a leash for the older man.
And well, Dazai loved the feeling of power it gave him. The trip was more than amazing, an experience he rarely felt before, a sense of excitement that stayed with him long after, he kind of loved that about the boy. He managed to occupy Dazai's head more than anything else.
He took a look at his subordinate, at his bare body, down on his knees, looking up at Dazai, just waiting to do whatever he's told, a cute little dumb expression on his face, basically puddy agaisnt Dazai's touch.
"Why don't you help me get out of these uncomfortable pants then, Atsushi-kun?" The man muttered softly, letting his hands retract back to the sheets. Today, he wanted to take more of Atsushi. He wanted the boy's entire body to be covered in his touch, wanted to carve his name into the boy and make sure the wound remained. And the best way to do that?
Show the boy who owned him.
The obedient little thing looked up at him as his fingers went to Dazai's zipper, blown out pupils almost drawing a chuckle out of him, before he lifted his hips and helped the boy pull down his pants, leaving him in satin black underwear.
"There we go, such a good boy. Why don't we give you a reward?" The man smiled, sadisticlly, gripping Atsushi's hair again and pushing him down against his underwear.
"Lick it a bit, it feels good even under the fabric." He explained as he held the boy between his legs, sighing as he felt a wet tongue lick the tip of his already hard dick, drawing a shudder out of him.
"Just like that, Atsushi-kun," His hand went back to the locks, softly ruffling them, before he grasped them again and chuckled as the boy moaned.
God, he got himself such an adorable little kitty.
Dazai pulled the pale man away, rather irritated by the loss of contact, but very excited for what's to come as he took himself out of his underwear and lightly smacked the boy's face with his dick, watching precum shine on it.
" Please ," His subordinate called, begged, for anything that Dazai was willing to give him, tongue peeking out and licking the salty liquid off of his cheek, hungrily.
He felt drunk off of it, the musky smell was dizzying and the grip on his hair made him tremble in the best ways possible as he got held in place, unable to move even as he tried his best.
Dazai's sadistic smirk told him that the night was still far too young for him to get what he wanted, which only made him whine louder, desperately trying to lick Dazai even from a distance, before he got pulled back even further, the fingers twisting his hair getting ruthless.
"Patience." The suicidal detective muttered, three of his precum covered fingers going from his erection to the boy's open lips, rubbing agaisnt the rough tongue and shoving themselves down the welcoming throat, grinning as the boy whimpered around them.
He took them out soon after, wet with saliva, before wrapping them around his cock and hissing in pleasure, eyes half lidded and staring down at that angelic face.
" Atsushi ." He called, slowly stroking himself, relishing in the moan, needy little moan, only for his ears, that emitted from the trembling lips, desperate to wrap around him.
But he, well, Dazai had other plans.
He fastened his strokes, tightened his own hold around his dick as he did all the things he liked, as he stared into the ombre eyes, closer and closer to an orgasm.
And he made Atsushi watch him as he did so. He made the boy watch, without being able to touch, without being able to taste him.
He knew that he was being cruel, but he loved the teary eyed expression and the internal struggle of the boy as he tried to stay still, but wanted so badly to reach out and take Dazai into his waiting mouth.
" Sit still . Don't you want to be a good boy?" The man chuckled breathily, jerking himself off harder, flicking his wrist and thumbing at his tip, before throwing his head back as he groaned.
"I'll be good," The younger's hoarse voice rang out, rough and uneven, making him glance down.
"Keep your lips open, tongue out ." Dazai growled, already at his limit as he fastened his pace, fucking up into his own hand, before he came with a strangled moan, spraying all across that gorgeous face and getting some into Atsushi's hair.
" Fuck, " He let out after a beat of silence, pulling the boy up by his hair and kissing him hard , biting down on his lip and making him stumble down into Dazai's lap.
"God," His toy panted, rutting down against him, the needy little thing already turned on, unconsciously rubbing his erection against Dazai's thigh, body trembling in need.
"Aren't you a bit desperate tonight, Atsushi-kun?" The detective breathed out, pulling the boy's head back and enjoying the little sound he got in turn, before he leaned in and licked some of his cum off of Atsushi's cheek.
"Wanna, wanna feel it," The boy groaned, holding onto the detective's shoulders for support as he continued to grind against him, tears slipping down his cheeks.
"Oh? Want me to rough you up a bit?" He chuckled, using his hand to grab a handful of Atsushi's ass.
" Yes, please, " Sweet little Atsushi knew how to beg prettily, how to drive a man insane, how to get his way. And Dazai, well, he appreciated honest whores.
So, he pulled the boy with him to the middle of the bed and laid down, before pulling on the white locks and making Atsushi fall on top of him, ass up and lips connecting with Dazai's own in a frenzy, nails digging into Dazai's beige coat.
"You want it?" The man asked sweetly, too sweetly, which was a bad sign. Both of them knew this. Yet those white strands bounced up and down as his little tiger nodded, crying in his arms.
He allowed his finger to go up to the sunset eyes and wipe one of those tears away, smiling.
"Then prep yourself for me, Atsushi-kun!" He chirped, cheerily, letting himself enjoy the confused expression.
"Just how I did it last time. Finger yourself open for me. Show me you want it. "
His eyes darkened, as the body atop his own melted into putty at his words, the boy nodding shyly, clearly nervous to do it, but putting his fingers close to his own lips nonetheless.
"Wow! Guess you've been practicing a bit?" The older man smiled, putting his fingers against the plush pale thighs and dragging his nails down, creating red Mark's as he did so.
"Yeah," His subordinate muttered out, mouth full with three fingers.
And god his imagination drove him wild. Just thinking about Atsushi, spread open on his own bed, fingers deep inside of him, eyes shut tightly as he imagined Dazai coming in, taking control, or even better, teaching him how to do it properly, as he fucked himself open, desperatly searching for his own gspot, all riled up and horny.
It was…so fucking hot.
As the boy finally took his fingers out of his mouth, Dazai slapped his thigh.
Not one of those playful slaps, no, one that rang out through the entire room.
The red mark that remained after and the way that Atsushi's dick jumped at the slap, made Dazai's mind fuzzy too, especially as the boy pressed closer against him, kissing his bandaged neck as he trailed his own fingers behind himself, dick rubbing against Dazai's shirt.
After a moment, he saw the boy move his hand, meaning that there was most likely a finger inside of the tiger by now, making him focus harder, only to hear a strangled moan from his little toy, see his body tremble as he ground his hips back into it.
"Fuck, that's it, Atsushi-kun, just like that." He let out, encouraging the boy and slapping his thigh again, making Atsushi cry out, hips stuttering at that, before he shoved another finger inside of himself, speeding up the process, wanting Dazai inside of him as soon as possible.
He found the desperation incredibly sexy.
Osamu trailed his hand behind the boy, hearing a gasp as one of his own fingers went inside as well, feeling the boy still against him, before relaxing, insides fluttering.
"What, what are you doing Dazai-san," The boy began, before breaking off in a guttural moan, whole body shaking as Dazai pushed against his g-spot, making the suicidal detective chuckle breathlessly as he worked the finger inside.
"Helping you out, of course, Atsushi-kun." He sang, letting his lips trail Atsushi's exposed neck, sucking in hickeys and licking the irritated flesh right after, feeling Atsushi's fingers move against his own, before he added his second finger and made the boy fall atop him, clutching his coat tightly.
" Too much, " His toy cried, but still pushed against the fingers needily, tears covering the red cheeks as he looked down at Dazai.
Dazai leaned up and licked the boy's tears off, moving his fingers faster and rougher, drawing out more cute sounds out of the tiger, letting the tiger melt in his arms, scratching down that thigh again with his free hand, drawing blood this time.
"Really? Should I stop, then?" The detective chuckled, knowing the answer before it even came.
"Nonono, no , please!" The younger man cried, tightening around both of their fingers, tears still running down his face.
"Hm…really? But, you did say it was too much, Atsushi-kun." He teased, stilling his fingers and getting a distressed groan from the boy, who apologetically began kissing his face, begging again, rambling, pleading for Dazai to continue.
But, Dazai just took his fingers out, grinning at the tearful look he got.
" You've had enough prep, Atsushi-kun. "
At that, Atsushi seemed to have finally calmed down, taking his fingers out, before burying his face against the older man's shoulder.
"Can you…put it in now?" His subordinate asked, quietly, his hair tickling the mad detective a bit. The slap that rang out in the room this time was a tad bit louder than the last one, and it made the boy scream .
"So lazy, Atsushi-kun. Are you gonna make me do all the work?" He questioned, rubbing the red spot gently, getting a quick shake of the boy's head as he denied the accusation.
"Then, put it in yourself, tiger ." He chuckled, giving Atsushi a light smack against his ass and making the weretiger whimper, before the younger willed himself to get his head up and straighten his body.
He looked perfect like this, on top of Dazai, looking down at him with those sunset eyes, white locks of hair messed up by Dazai's hands, thigh still red from the slaps and the scratches and neck covered in hickeys.
Dazai allowed a single bandaged hand to go up the boy's lean build, up to the boy's stomach and then even more up, up to his bottom lip, running a finger across it gently.
He felt Atsushi's hand lock around his dick, as the man moved his hips up, hovering above, free hand hanging onto Dazai for stability as he nervously, but surely, lowered himself.
He watched that soft face morph, from surprise, into pain, and then finally into that hazy, drunk expression. It was honestly beautiful. Breathtaking , even.
Those half lidded golden purple skies looking at him like he was the sun, the tight heat all around him slowly taking him inside, down to the base, insides squirming around the sheer length and girth, sinful harmonies falling from those red open lips, calls of his name sure to haunt his dreams.
But…it wasn't enough.
So he used the hand on the boy's thigh to pull him up and then drop him back down again, drawing a scream from that pretty throat, the hand on the boy's lips going down to his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, locking them together, chest against chest as he fucked up into Atsushi's tight ass, sound of skin slapping agaisnt skin riling him up even more as he made out with the tiger, bit his tongue and sucked on the wound, swallowing up the gurgled moans.
"You're so, so deep," The boy coughed up after they've separated, bouncing up and down by this point, getting used as a rag doll, his dick rubbing against Dazai with every single thrust.
He allowed his hand to come across the boy's ass again, slapping him hard, hard enough to bruise , all while maintaining the ruthless pace, using Atsushi to simply get off, not minding the tiger's pleasure at all, using him for his needs.
And the boy fucking took it.
Took it perfectly.
The hand around Atsushi's throat squeezed and he felt that headspace creep up on him again, felt his mind cloud up as the dick inside of him rearranged his insides, made him cry and beg for more, made his body shake violently, the lack of air only making the experience feel more intense.
He knew that there would be bruises on his throat, bruises in the shape of Dazai, Dazai's hand, that there would be purple on his ass, that there would be dried up blood all over his body from the man, that he would be covered head to toe by everything that was Dazai and he couldn't fucking wait.
Atsushi's hands gripped the man tighter, hips rutting down against the snaps of Dazai's own, lips opening in a silent scream, before he began coughing, after the man finally released his hold a bit, allowed him to gulp down air greedily, but then gripped it again right after, other hand kneading Atsushi's ass, before giving it yet another spank, making him sob harder, trembling.
His dick was so hard it hurt, and the thrusts were too much, hitting that one spot each time that the man pushed him down against his length, it made him feel like nothing more than a toy, nothing more than stress relief, but the hand on his throat, the serious look on Dazai's face that he rarely got to see outside of this, the way his other hand kept pulling Atsushi up and pushing him back down, the way Dazai's hips continued fucking him faster, the pulsing of the dick inside of him, made him feel desired.
And that feeling, it drove him wild. The feeling gave him confidence, just the thought that someone needs him, wants him, it was enough to make him want to please Dazai even more. It was enough to make him forget the fact that there were spots currently dancing in his vision, that he was close to passing out, that the nails digging in his skin were drawing blood, he could only focus on pleasing.
Pleasing the man who was currently fucking him with vigor.
Please the man that was using his body so well .
" Osamu. " The boy croaked out, fucking himself down on Dazai's cock, using his every bit of strength in the process, even as he began to reach his limit, not tapping Dazai to release his chokehold even as Atsushi began to sway.
Fuck , he was hot. So pliant, obedient, unwilling to do anything other than try his best .
And watching the younger almost cum undone as soon as he got a lungful of air, once Dazai let go of his throat to grab his hip instead was…gorgeous.
It was addicting. Almost as addicting as fucking up into that tight ass, as addicting as kissing the younger silly, as addicting as watching him bleed, as addicting as breaking his body, watching him fall apart.
But, the most addictive thing about Atsushi was watching him reach his limit.
The boy looked beautiful this way.
His face flushed and lips opened, hips rutting down desperately as he begged for release, begged to be allowed to touch himself, begged Dazai to touch him.
And Dazai, well, he did like rewarding good pets.
So, he wrapped his hand around the length lazily, jerking the boy off in time with his rough thrusts, fucking him as hard as he could, all meanwhile jerking him off, watching the boy close his eyes and cry out, broken strings of Dazai's name spilling like the tears from the ombre eyes.
"Fuck, Atushi-kun, you're so tight when you cum," He growled out, fucking up into the boy as if he couldn't get enough of him, his hold on that lithe yet built body bruising.
"You look so cute," The detective continued, feeling the boy tighten even more with each praise, seeing him cry as he rode out his orgasm and stepped into realms of overstimulation, his body weakly shaking.
"Dazai-san, please, please, it's too much," The boy sobbed, holding onto his shoulders with both hands as he fell down against them, looking up at Dazai through moist lashes, red puffy eyes and swollen lips.
God, he was so close.
"Take it for me, Atsushi," The man groaned, fucking the sloppy hole harder, feeling it pulse around his dick, using his nails to scratch down those round cheeks, feeling warm blood trickle from them as he fastened his pace.
"I, God , Osamu," Atsushi babbled, moaning in both pain and pleasure, withering in his hold.
"Cum inside of me please, please, please!"
And that's what finally did it for Dazai. He shoved inside and came for the second time this night, cumming inside and groaning as he felt he boy cum dry on his dick, riding out his orgasm and shallowly thrusting a bit, before he just laid there, gathering his breath for a second.
Atsushi sobbed as he felt the man pull out, clutching Dazai closer and nuzzling into his chest, shivering as he felt the blanket touch his sensitive skin, so out of it that he didn't even notice the fingers that were currently going up and down his back.
"Are you doing okay, Atsushi-kun?" His superior questioned, softly, making him look up at the pools of honey.
All he could do was nod, because he did not trust his voice.
That was enough for the man, who simply sighed in satisfaction and continued to pet him, allowing him to cuddle even closer.
He felt content here, atop the man, Dazai's heartbeat a soothing noise, his breath a pleasant feeling and his fingers almost hypnotic in the way they moved against Atsushi's heated skin.
"You were so good today. Rest now." The man mumbled, kissing his head and making him flush in embarrassment, even in his post-orgasmic, fucked-out state.
But he had no energy left in him to deal with that, so, he simply closed his eyes, allowed himself to be lulled to sleep in the gentle hold, body sore and aching in the best ways possible.
And if Dazai spent till morning watching the boy on top of him sleep, well, nobody would find out.