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“Do you want me to wear anything special?”
Chuuya can only imagine Sigma’s blushing red face as he asks that question. The thought makes him grin, running his teeth over his bottom lip as he thinks. He and Sigma haven’t seen each other in a little while, so that makes this night all the more special. It’s a Friday night, with dinner being served at Chuuya’s place; so simple, so romantic. Dazai will be over in the morning, but if Sigma’s asking what to wear then Chuuya isn’t quite as sure on how that promise will hold up.
“You got that lavender one still?” he asks, pressing the phone to his face as he glances at his driver. He hasn’t turned around, thankfully. He drops his voice, trying to get a rise out of Sigma. “The sheer one, with all the star patterns. The one I like takin’ off you.”
“Yeah, I have it,” Sigma answers, and the sound of coathangers along metal accompanies his voice. He hums, clicking his tongue. “Do… Do you have anything else?”
“My collars should be in the wardrobe,” Chuuya whispers, looking out the car window. This ride could not be taking longer. He’s already getting hard just thinking about Sigma in the robe, fuck. “Pick one, honey. And there should be black cuffs for your wrists, too. I’m not going to tie you up, though, baby. I just wanna see you in stuff I wear, yeah? You’re too tall to wear my clothes.”
“I like you in mine,” Sigma whispers, laughing to himself. God, he’s fucking amazing. Chuuya wants him bad . “Okay, I can wear the dressing gown. I already ordered dinner since… Well, I don’t really cook.”
Chuuya knows that. He doesn’t cook much either so he doesn’t mind Sigma not being able to. It’s something they could learn together, since Dazai’s no hope. He’d sooner set Chuuya’s kitchen on fire before anything could be cooked. “No problem, sweetheart. I’m not too hungry, but I’ll be eating something else tonight, hm?”
“Just get home soon,” Sigma says in a rush, huffing at the innuendo. “Okay– I’ll– I’ll see you soon, Chuuya. Goodbye. Love you.”
Chuuya snorts, loving the response. Dazai gives him so much lip that Sigma is a breath of fresh air in this relationship, his easy flush always making Chuuya want to wrap him in a cuddle and kiss him breathless. “Love you, baby.” Sigma waits until Chuuya responds before he hangs up, another fact that Chuuya adores about him.
Chuuya isn’t too far from home. He texts Dazai that he’ll see him tomorrow, to which the detective responds with a very blurry selfie of him and the tiger boy. Seems they’re on a stakeout, which means Chuuya and Sigma won’t be disturbed. Text Sigma you love him, he tells his partner and Dazai does, sending a screenshot.
Love you angel <33 have a good night with the little freak, Dazai writes, and Sigma’s response is rather sweet. He says good luck on the skateout and that he loves Dazai too. It’s interesting to see how their relationship pans out, given everything they’ve been through. Dazai is a freak but Chuuya is just as bad if he’s been the one dating the detective for the least eight years.
Sigma asked about that. How could they be together after Dazai almost drowned him, etcetera, etcetera? Chuuya had to tell him he’s been through a lot worse with Dazai aside from drowning and that he wouldn’t have done it without knowing Chuuya would make it out. He can’t explain it, not in the slightest, other than it’s just trust.
Trust that Chuuya has in Sigma now. Trust that Sigma gave them both and trust that Dazai and Chuuya will do anything to uphold. Maybe they’re made for each other and Sigma is their bridge, something to tether them all together. Ah, sappy shit has never been Chuuya’s forte.
He lets himself into his apartment with this in mind, finding Sigma in the hallway in nothing but the sheer robe, his body on almost full display, if not for the pair of briefs he’s wearing. He wrings his fingers together in front of his body, blinking once before he looks down bashfully.
“It… My binder is too loose so I…” He meets Chuuya’s eyes when the door clicks locked, offering a small smile. He’s fucking gorgeous, so gorgeous that Chuuya doesn’t know how Sigma doesn’t see it. “Is it okay?”
“Perfect,” Chuuya whispers, walking up to him and taking him by the hips. He doesn’t bother hiding his want, looking Sigma up and down with a smirk. “How’s my angel, huh? You feel okay? You don’t have to wear this if you don’t–”
“I wouldn’t do it,” Sigma says, holding his fingers to Chuuya’s lips, “if I didn’t want to. And besides, you’ll make me feel good, won’t you? That’s what you have planned, if I’m wearing such a thing.” He shakes his other hand, showing off the cuffs before he presses his fingers to the collar, smiling softly. “Now, kiss me, please.”
“Brat,” Chuuya sighs, but does as he’s told. He wouldn’t even bother listening if it were Dazai; he’d be over Chuuya’s lap with a handprint branded ass as fast as he could say sorry. Sigma isn’t demanding anything that Chuuya doesn’t want to do, so he does kiss him, wrapping his arms around Sigma’s waist.
Their kiss is lazy. Sigma cups Chuuya’s face, keeping it innocent. Before long, their tongues press together. Sigma tilts his head, sighing as Chuuya licks into his mouth, their saliva exchanged until there’s a line running down Sigma’s chin, something Chuuya licks up quickly, pressing his prideful grin against his boyfriend’s lips.
“Jump, angel,” Chuuya says, smiling when Sigma does it easily, no questions asked. He wraps his legs around Chuuya’s waist, peering down at him with a soft smile. His hair is up in a ponytail, messy and out of his eyes and God, he’s gorgeous. “What’d you order, sweets?” He nods to the kitchen beside them, even though he hardly cares when Sigma is in his arms, almost naked and warm .
“Something light.” Sigma tilts his head towards the kitchen, his eyes never leaving Chuuya’s. “I’ll tell you about it later. I want you. Can I ask you to…” He trails off, swallowing, so Chuuya noses at his jaw, walking them to the bedroom. Nothing to be shy about, no, not when Chuuya is so ready for anything Sigma wants him to do.
He lays Sigma down, situated between his legs. He doesn’t do anything besides pull his robe open and kiss his stomach, soft and unguided. If Sigma tells him to stop, he’ll stop. If Sigma tells him to do anything, he’ll do it.
“What do you want me to do, baby?” Chuuya whispers, against Sigma’s left breast. He hasn’t worn his binder all day, due to the fact that he needs a new one, so there’s no angry lines to greet Chuuya. They’ve spoken about surgery, but Sigma wants to be the one to pick his surgeon, preferably not someone from the mafia. It’s not that they’re not trustworthy, but Sigma was once an enemy, in the Decay of Angels. Even Chuuya doesn’t want to risk it.
“Be nice to me,” Sigma finally says, his eyes closed as he lays against the pillows. “Like… Just tell me– Like… Fuck, Chuuya, I–”
“Do you want me to praise you?” Chuuya leans up, pulling his gloves off with his teeth. Sigma opens his eyes and watches him with no amount of fear in his eyes, thankfully. Good. He pulls his own clothes off, shucking his jacket and shirt, tossing them on the floor. “Praise your body? I can eat you out if you want, honey. You tell me what you want and I’ll do it, okay?”
Sigma nods, reaching for Chuuya when he’s naked, save for his pants. Chuuya leans down, pressing his hands against the mattress beside Sigma’s head. Sigma looks up at him, smiling softly. “Eating me out sounds good. And when I tell you to stop, can you– Can you fuck me?”
Chuuya presses his smile against Sigma’s lips, making an obnoxious and over the top noise to accompany it. “Done, baby. Of course I can. You wanna guide me?” Sigma never used to like any attention on himself, unsure of his own pleasure but after Dazai and Chuuya made it very clear that they wanted to focus on him, get him off and do whatever he requested, he warmed up to them quite quickly. He’s still shy to ask for things but not out of shame, thankfully.
Sigma hums, “Y-Yeah, I can guide you.”
Chuuya kisses Sigma again, just to reassure him. The action alone makes Sigma untense, which is better than the alternative. Chuuya adores kissing Sigma, so much so that he does it randomly without thought. Sigma kisses like Chuuya has just come home and he’s missed him dearly. Dazai’s kisses are like being boiled alive, like Chuuya doesn’t know what’s happening until it’s too late. Most of the time, that is the case because Dazai will grab him and kiss him like it’s the last time they’ll ever be together. Sometimes, as dramatic as it sounds, it can feel that way.
“Thinking of Dazai?” Sigma whispers, smiling in that coy way of his when Chuuya rolls his eyes. He knows so much more than he lets on. “I am, too.”
“Well, he’s not the one that’s going to fuck you tonight, is he?” Chuuya and Dazai do love each other, heaven and hell be damned, but Chuuya is competitive. Especially when it comes to Sigma. Dazai discovered him, did the work in the prison with him and Chuuya missed out. He adores Sigma and admires his resilience in spite of everything, his ability and his resolve, but he’s a little bitter that Dazai got to him first.
“Don’t be jealous,” Sigma utters, taking Chuuya’s face in his hands. God, he’s so soft. His hands, hair, body, all of him is just soft. Chuuya loves it because Dazai is so fucking boney that it hurts sometimes. “There’s enough of me for both of you, just like there’s enough of you and him for me.”
Chuuya scoffs, kissing him once more before he kisses down his chest again, taking his time. “Sweet talking me doesn’t work, baby.”
Sigma doesn’t mind the ministrations, not when his body grows hotter from Chuuya’s kisses and hands laying wake all over him. He sighs, content as Chuuya mouths at his breasts, cupping them in his hands. They aren’t very big, but Chuuya likes all parts of Sigma. He’ll like all parts of him even as they change. For now, he’ll worship Sigma’s body as it is and he’ll do it all again when his body changes from hormones and surgery, as Sigma comes into what he is supposed to be.
Sigma cups his head, scratching at his scalp as Chuuya sucks at his nipple, running his tongue all around it. Sigma’s chest isn’t all that sensitive, not like Dazai’s, but Chuuya still likes playing with his chest. He likes it even better when Sigma plays with his chest as Chuuya fucks him. He hums around his breast, suckling and scraping his teeth over the hardened bud. The attention makes Sigma’s body jolt, a moan escaping his mouth.
Chuuya leaves his chest alone, replacing his mouth with his hand. He descends, kissing down his stomach until he gets to his briefs and hooks his fingers into the waistband. He looks up, meeting Sigma’s eyes and his boyfriend nods, pressing his knuckles to his mouth.
“Don’t be shy, angel,” Chuuya whispers, lifting the hand from his chest to take Sigma’s hand from his mouth. “Not when I want to hear you.” He kisses his hipbone as he drags the briefs down Sigma’s legs, letting him shift to get them off.
He’s already wet, making Chuuya feel rather proud of himself. He presses two fingers to the slick pooling at Sigma’s hole, dragging it up to his clit. His lover sighs, parting his legs further as Chuuya lays on the bed. He gets comfortable, marveling at Sigma’s pretty pussy. He kisses Sigma’s clit slowly, using his tongue to rub against it and the action alone makes his boyfriend shudder, his hands clenching the bed sheets as he sighs again.
“Gorgeous,” Chuuya murmurs, pressing his thumb to Sigma’s clit as his finger slips inside him, forcing the man’s legs to jerk. He’s sensitive, hormones going awry but that’s the good thing about having two boyfriends. Double the love. “Always beautiful, angel. I love when you let me do this.”
“Yeah?” Sigma is already panting, his legs attempting to close but Chuuya doesn’t let him. He flicks Sigma’s clit with his tongue before he sucks on it, twisting and curling his finger gently inside him.
“Yeah,” Chuuya answers against his clit, looking up at him. His voice so close to the sensitive bud makes Sigma shudder, a whine escaping his throat “Favourite place to be is between your legs, baby. Dazai’s favourite too, you know? He tells me every naughty thing you two do when I’m not here.”
He curls his finger again and his boyfriend shouts, his back arching slightly as he moans, looking down his body at Chuuya, his eyes shining. Chuuya can’t help but ask, “Who’s better?” earning a dramatic eye roll from Sigma.
“I’ll call him if you don’t– stretch me properly.”
Chuuya does as he’s told. Dazai getting called will only make Chuuya want to fuck both of them and tonight is about Sigma. He presses two fingers inside Sigma and scissors them as he laps at his pussy, the taste of his slick sweet and beautiful. He could do this for hours, drunk off the taste of Sigma but his boyfriend would never let him. The attention on him makes him nervous, even with Chuuya’s sweet words, but no matter. This alone is enough for Chuuya, his own cock twitching in his half undone pants.
“Let me hear you, baby,” Chuuya whispers, mouthing the words against his clit. Sigma shakes his head, keeping his mouth shut and that just won’t do. Chuuya presses his teeth to his clit as he scissors his fingers, letting Sigma chase his mouth. He sucks and hallows his cheeks, making obnoxious sounds that force Sigma’s moan out of his throat, his back arching. Everything is hot and Chuuya feels drunk on it, his cock desperate for attention but this is about Sigma.
“Chuuya–” Sigma gasps, his hand moving to Chuuya’s hair. He grasps his hair and pulls hard . “Chuuya, your tongue, please–”
Chuuya doesn’t need to be told twice. He leaves Sigma’s clit alone and presses his tongue alongside his fingers, fucking into him as he stretches him out, swallowing his slick and making a mess of Sigma. He’s good with his tongue, he knows that, so it isn’t long before Sigma is grinding Chuuya’s face into his pussy and riding his fingers, which have now become three and he cums with a whine, his back arching.
It’s not enough for Sigma, however. He told Chuuya to fuck him and that meant with his cock. Within a minute or two, he’s pulling at Chuuya’s hair, demanding for him to kiss him. Chuuya chides at him, kissing his clit before he surges up and plants another kiss on Sigma’s lips. He pulls his fingers out of his pussy and slips them into his mouth before he kisses Sigma, their tongues pressing together in a messy tangle of spit and slick.
Sigma moans at his own taste, smiling against Chuuya’s mouth. “Please fuck me,” he whispers, meeting Chuuya’s eyes with a smug look.
Chuuya, once again, does as he’s told. He barely gets out of his pants before Sigma wraps his legs around Chuuya’s waist, pulling him back in. He tosses Chuuya a condom from the bedside table, neither of them wanting to risk anything, so he rolls it on, sighing at the touch against his cock. He needs to be inside Sigma now if he’s struggling from his own touch.
“Inside,” Sigma whines, reaching for Chuuya with his hands. It’s easy to slide in, both of them moaning as Chuuya bottoms out in one easy movement. Sigma’s pussy pulses around his cock, the walls sucking him in like it’s where he belongs and God , Chuuya can only pray that’s true. He can barely hold himself together as he begins his rhythm, though he has enough wits above him to smirk at Sigma’s whine.
“Gorgeous boy,” Chuuya groans, unable to help himself. Sigma practically purrs in response, reaching for Chuuya around his shoulders. He gathers him in, kissing him softly as Chuuya fucks into him. The movement ruins the kiss, leaving them to pant into each other’s mouths as Sigma whines, his walls clamping around his cock.
Chuuya moans, the heat fogging his mind. He can barely make sense of Sigma’s face beneath him but he can make sense of biting his lover’s throat and his cock throbbing at the answering moan. He angles his hips, fucking into Sigma like his life depends on it just to hear some of those beautiful sounds again. At this point, it does. He’d do anything to please Sigma, to make him know he’s loved and cherished.
“Mine,” he hisses, shoving a pillow beneath Sigma’s hips and the angle is enough to make his lover gasp, his eyes rolling back. The sound of skin against skin just drives Chuuya further into his lover. “All mine, baby, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sigma answers, sounding far away. “Keep– Keep going, Chuuya, please .”
Chuuya does. When Sigma tells him to jump, he asks how high and if he wants gravity turned off too. He nails into him, his hand slipping to Sigma’s breast as he squeezes, pinching his nipple. Chuuya uses his other hand to press his thumb to Sigma’s clit and the combination makes Sigma shout as he cums for the second time, his back arching into the touch before he jerks away. His pussy clenches around Chuuya’s cock, milking him until he’s shuddering, his hips fucking into Sigma who shivers in oversensitivity but pulls Chuuya down to his chest, humming as Chuuya moans weakly. The pressure builds in his body, Sigma’s pussy and hands gripping his hair enough to make him sigh as his orgasm washes over him.
Chuuya shudders, fucking shallowly into Sigma as he fills the condom, hot all over. Sigma pets his hair, pressing a kiss to his hair as he hums, his heart beating out of his chest as he attempts to calm down. Chuuya leans down and presses a kiss to Sigma’s chest, against his heart and smiles at him, pulling out before he goes completely soft. Sigma grimaces but he pulls Chuuya back in when he throws the condom away, immediately back into his warmth.
“Thank you,” Sigma whispers against Chuuya’s lips, letting him kiss him softly. He whines at Chuuya licking his lips, opening his mouth which decides Chuuya’s victory. The kisses are lazy and sweet, making Chuuya sleepy so he lays down against Sigma, throwing his arm over his body.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to Sigma’s cheek. “You’re amazing to me. Always.”
Sigma sighs, satisfied as he pulls Chuuya impossily closer, his hair a complete mess. “I love you. Should I take a photo and send it to Dazai?”
Chuuya snickers. He and Sigma are just as bad as each other when it comes to Dazai. He agrees, flicking his hair out of his face to get ready for the photo as Sigma finds his phone and opens it up. He poses, glaring at the camera because he has no idea how to look good in photos but Sigma is on full display, hickeys and marks all over his chest and neck.
Chuuya asks him to send the photo to him too, just for something to get him through the next hard day at work. He can’t help it when he’s got two gorgeous boyfriends, but don’t tell Dazai he thought that. He’s got a plethora of images of Dazai but not nearly enough of Sigma.
Everyone has to start somewhere.