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Dazai sat at the bar watching the contents of his glass swirl as he spun it around. The amber liquid sloshed up the sides and threatened to make a mess of his neatly pressed shirt. He had decided to treat himself after finishing the rough draft of his new novel “Pure Ecstacy”.
The bar was almost empty, considering it was a Tuesday evening, but his schedule was one of his favorite parts about being an author, he was free to work and play as he wanted. After finishing his rough draft, he watched yet another live stream of his favorite camboy, NakaChu. However, the pretty redhead was the only part of Dazai’s life that was truly scheduled. Every Tuesday evening you could find him in his bed, masturbating to the beautiful sight and sounds from NakaChu. Imagining every pull of his cock to be from the gorgeous man on-screen instead of his own hand. Good thing he was well-off because at this point he was paying the guy's rent. He tried to pull his mind away from the dangerous images of the lithe redhead stretched out on camera, some paparazzi catching him with a boner in public was the last thing he needed at the moment.
The bar was a rather small establishment, with dim orange lighting, and a rather sturdy-looking oak bar sitting between the patrons and staff. He swirled his drink lazily in his hand before tossing back the liquid and flagging down the bartender for another. His mind already starting to feel pleasantly muddied by the alcohol. His mind, despite his best efforts, remained pouring over every detail of the manuscript he had just finished. Searching in a desperate sort of way for inconsistencies, plotholes, or any possible blemish. He was hoping that the drinks in his system would drown out the constant drone of inadequacy that plagued his waking hours but there seemed to be no such luck.
The seat beside him slid, the space filled with a new presence, his eyes involuntarily darting to the side, not expecting much of his new neighbor at the bar. However, a quick flash of a deep amber caught his attention. There was no way, in all the bars in Tokyo that the camboy to whom Dazai devoted his Tuesday nights too had decided to sit right next to him. He steadied his gaze back ahead as he began to nurse his third drink. He tried to ignore the man who was loudly ordering a drink beside him, the man’s voice was deep and husky as he ordered a glass of merlot. When the drink was finally set in front of him he took a long drag of the beverage and let out a moan that was a little too sexual for the circumstances but did nothing to quell Dazai’s piquing interest in who the individual was. Dazai let his eyes wander over slowly, and was shocked when his eyes were met with a beautiful blue. They were like the depths of the ocean, and all too familiar. He felt his heart hammer against his ribcage. He would recognize that face anywhere, the gentle slope of his nose, the sharp angular jut of his features, and those eyes. Fuck those eyes, he swears he could pick them out in the dark. That really was NakaChu sitting next to him, and Dazai of all people was trying not to have an embarrassing starstruck moment about it at a random cocktail bar in the middle of Shinjuku.
The brief eye contact had apparently not gone unnoticed by his bar neighbor as he turned his body toward Dazai, a dangerous lit to the corner of his mouth. Dazai felt himself swallow at the direct eye contact, but tried to steel his resolve, give himself the air of a confident, successful author and not some creep who jerked off to the man on a weekly basis.
“Can I help you with something?” Chuuya asked, voice light and teasing.
“Depends on what you're willing to help with, handsome.”
“Forward, you get many men with that line?”
“Works more times than I would like to admit in such polite company.”
“Who says your current company is polite?” Dazai let out a brief laugh at the man’s quick retorts.
“Not sure something tells me you can be quiet…polite.”
“So what's got a man looking for such cultured company out on a Tuesday night?” the redhead asked, taking a long drink of his wine, his eyes never leaving Dazai’s as he licked a stray drop from his lips. Dazai felt something hot and dangerous coil in his stomach imagining his lips licking across the other man’s in such a manner.
“Ah, well I just finished a pretty strenuous day of work, and thought it called for a drink.”
“Well look there, we have something in common.”
“Your work does seem to be rather… strenuous.”
“I haven't even told you what it is I do yet.”
“Call it a lucky guess,” Dazai murmured as he brushed a lock of his hair behind his ear and leaned ever so closer to the shorter man in front of him.
“Well not to be creepy but I’m a big fan of your work.”
“Good taste in literature then.”
“Regretting that taste the more I hear you speak.” Chuuya retorted, his voice smug. If he was being honest however he was a little shocked that the man in front of him knew and liked enough of his novels to recognize him on sight.
“Now, now I’m not trying to lose any of my precious fans.”
“Well, then might I suggest watching that attitude around us precious fans of yours.”
“In any case, I’m flattered, although I must say I’m a big fan of yours as well,” Dazai smirked above the rim of his glass.
“And how could that be, you haven’t even asked for my name yet.”
“That might be true but I don’t need a name to recognize that face, your streams are quite sexy…”
“Chuuya.”
“Well Chuuya, as I said, big fan” Dazai leveled the ginger with a wink that brought a pretty blush to the shorter man’s face.
“I’ve never met a fan of mine before, you’re nothing like what I thought you would be.” Chuuya said, his voice light with laughter.
“And what did you imagine I would be like?”
“Not sure. Creepier. Older. Watching me from across the bar.”
“Well you see Chuuya, I have a habit of trying not to creep out beautiful people, whenever I can.”
“Is that so? And if you don’t have a habit of creeping them out, what do you make a habit of then?” He asked, voice coming out soft and slow as he leaned in ever so closer.
“Making them cum. If they’ll let me” Dazai purred, reaching a hand up across the bar to gently trace down the soft, exposed side of Chuuya’s wrist. The skin bursting with goosebumps as the redhead tried to repress a shiver.
“Are you propositioning me, Osamu Dazai?” Chuuya asked, his eyes alight with mirth. There was a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Is it working, beautiful?“ Dazai said through a laugh as he leaned further into the other man’s space. He let his eyes linger on the beautiful pink lips and then traveled up to the azure blue of his eyes. He was sure he could get lost in them forever if he was allowed. The grainy quality of the camera didn’t do this man justice; he was like a renaissance painting, beauty that was almost incomprehensible.
Chuuya pushed forward the last few centimeters between them and swept his lips lightly across Dazai’s. It was barely a kiss, barely even a touch, and yet it shot electricity through his whole body.
“I think it might be,” he whispered against his lips.
Dazai wanted him right then, but he also wanted to take his time with the man. He wanted to savor this once-in-a-lifetime experience with someone he had only dreamed of fucking. His apartment was a little bit away and he was sure there was no way Chuuya would take him home. He glanced around the scarce bar, finding the bathroom secluded from the rest of the establishment.
He smirked, his hand reaching out to grab a fallen piece of hair. “I spy an empty bathroom and a golden opportunity.” He expected Chuuya to shake his head in disapproval, yet the man was standing instantly, his hand outstretched to Dazai.
“Lead the way then, Osamu.”
The second they stepped through the doorway, the music from the bar died out, leaving nothing but an excitable silence between them. Deep, calming breaths left Chuuya’s perfect lips as the door closed behind them. Dazai wanted nothing more than to kiss them until they were raw, tasting every inch of his mouth. He ripped off Chuuya’s leather jacket, tossing it impatiently to the floor as he pulls the redhead closer. “I need to see more of you.”
“Haven't you already admitted to seeing all of me?”
“That camera did not do you any amount of justice, darling. Now be a good boy for me and open that pretty little mouth, yea?” Dazai said, sliding his fingers past parted lips, kiss swollen and almost a sinful shade of red. He felt Chuuya’s tongue swirl and suck on his digits. It made his head a little lightheaded but he had a part to play so he removed his fingers from the redhead's mouth with a loud pop. “Do you think we should put on a show?” He whispered in the sparse space between them.
“How so? It’s only us in…” his voice trailed off as he seemed to put the dots of Dazai’s rash suggestion together. He pulled out his phone and slid to the camboy app, throwing together a live before setting the phone down on the counter with the camera in plain view of both Dazai and Chuuya. If Dazai should have been worried about someone in the stream recognizing him and leaking it to the press the thought definitely didn't cross his mind as he took in the beautiful sight of the man before him.
“That’s a good boy. Now on your knees, sweetheart, I want to see if that mouth is as good at sucking cock as it is at talking back.” He said with a light slap to the shorter man’s cheek. Chuuya let out a small moan at the other man’s words before sinking to his knees, his pants giving him a small barrier between his skin and the cold tile.
Dazai took his own cock in his hand and slapped the tip across Chuuyas rosy cheeks before placing it lightly on the redhead's outstretched tongue. Chuuya began to suck slowly at the tip as Dazai barely suppressed the moan that was threatening to burst forward from his chest. He couldn’t bitch out so early in the game. He looked down, his eyes raking over the erotic sight before him, taking in every single morsel of beauty.
“Now isn’t that a lovely picture, huh? You look beautiful on your knees darling.” Dazai said as he ran a hand through the auburn curls and reached for the phone that had remained on the sink until this moment. He pulled the camera so it was looking down at Chuuya, giving the audience a full view of the man on his knees, cock in his mouth as he sucked. “Now doesn't he just look lovely like this?” He asked the audience, running a hand appreciatively across Chuuya’s cheek before slamming his cock into the back of the other man’s throat.
“I have dreamed about what that pretty little face would look like crying on my cock since the very first time I watched you,” Dazai breathed, his fingers tracing the angles of Chuuya’s jaw, dragging them down as he hooked his fingers underneath the leather collar around his throat. He gave it a slight tug before wrapping his hand around it, admiring the new and improved choker. Chuuya moaned, saliva dripping down the base of Dazai’s cock. He placed the phone down, gripping a fistful of hair as he fucked the man's face, his ears filled with the most angelic sound he had ever heard, cock-garbled whimpering mixed with sinful gags from his pink lips.
“God, you look so pretty. Everytime my eyes close I’m going to see this. Your pretty little mouth wrapped around my thick cock. Eyes watering as you take me completely, like the good boy you are.” He moaned into the air, already closer to his orgasm than he would’ve liked to be, but he guessed that was just the power the ginger truly held. He never wanted to lose this feeling.
“You’ve ruined me. It only seems fair that I ruin you.” Chuuya’s hands trembled, removing them from Daizai’s hips to his own lap, pathetically groping himself through tight leather. Dazai gripped his hand firmly, slamming it on the sink. “Ah ah ah. Is the little whore getting close already?” he smirked, the front of the grey-eyed man's pants hard, hiding the beautiful cock he had only seen through his screen. He leaned forward, his ear brushing Chuuya’s ear with his kiss-starved lips. “Are you ready for part two?”
Without waiting for an answer, Dazai picked up the phone once more as he pulled his cock from Chuuya’s mouth. He took his hand and gripped Chuuya’s face with a strength that could bruise. He pulled the camera down so it had a perfect view of the fucked-out look in those crystalline eyes. “Well as much fun as this has been, I am going to end this here. Going to need a little privacy as I break him.” He clicked the live stream off and hoisted Chuuya up off the bathroom floor, placing his large hands on the other’s small waist, turning him around to face the mirror. “Look at yourself pretty boy, all fucked out and flushed. You like my cock that much?” He whispered into Chuuya’s ear before lightly biting at the shell. He could feel the shiver wrack down Chuuya’s spine, and he pushed the others hips further into the sink. “Now I want you to watch how pretty you look while I work you open, alright baby?” Chuuya nodded and there was a resounding slap to his pert ass. “Use your words, darling, I want to hear you.”
“Yes, sir” he whispered, his voice soft and hoarse from Dazai fucking his throat just moments before.
“Ahh, what a good boy. Now pull your pants down will you?” Dazai purred, his voice velvety and smooth. He reached into his back pocket removing a small bottle of lube, warming it between his fingers as he chuckled, finding the man already bent over and ready. He circled the tight muscle, a shiver leaving the ginger's mouth as he inhaled deeply. His pointer finger slipped in, slowly working itself in and out of the man, drinking in every sound that came spilling out of the redhead’s lips. It was like music, the most beautiful sound Dazai had ever heard, and his body was thrumming with it.
And that was only one finger.
He added another as he played him like a toy only he knew how to manipulate. He worked and stretched the man open over the sink, every once in a while grabbing a fistful of auburn curls to pull him up so he could see how debauched he looked as he kissed his flustered skin, his other hand wrapped tightly around the redhead's swollen cock.
Every time Chuuya caught a glimpse of himself he moaned, his cock twitching in Dazai’s grip, feeling a strain in his pants at the noise. When he was finally deemed ready, Dazai flipped Chuuya towards him, lifting him up onto the sink as he claimed the space between his legs, his lips landing possessively on Chuuya’s, their tongues dancing in perfect sync as if made for each other.
Dazai pulled back, the men panting into each other, their gaze never faltering on one another. “So good for me baby. You took my fingers so well.” He pecked Chuuya’s swollen lips, capturing his bottom lips with his teeth as he pulled back. “I think you deserve my cock now don’t you?” he whispered, trailing well-deserved kisses and along Chuuya’s slender neck. “What do you think?”
“Please. Osamu. Fuck me. Please please,” Chuuya begged, his voice bordering on desperate. Hearing his name said in such a pleading tone broke all resolve he had to stage this out a little longer and torture the redhead. He needed to be inside him now.
He pushed into Chuuya with a long groan, his head tipping back as he filled him completely. Even after all that prep he was still so tight, squeezing Dazai with such urgency it caught him off guard. His head fell forward, the red-faced man already looking directly at him, his ash-grey eyes ablaze with pleasure, hungry for what was next.
Dazai stood still, his hands combing through the auburn locs before him as his eyes traveled down his slender body, ripping the man's ratty t-shirt over his head as he wished they were anywhere else. He wanted to see the porcelain skin he had only seen through a screen writhe under his touch, covered in marks left by his lips and teeth.
“Osamu, so help me god. If you don’t start moving I’m gonna–”
Dazai’s hip bucked upwards. Chuuya's words were swallowed by Dazai’s tongue, as he moaned into his mouth. Dazai had waited so long for this. He’d imagined this scene many times, ruining the beautiful man one thrust at a time, as though nothing else around them existed. The sounds of Chuuya’s moans filled the small bathroom as their skin slapped together at an alarming speed, Dazai unable to control himself inside the other man.
“OSAMU! Fuck! There! Please Osamu,” Chuuya begged, Dazai’s name falling from his lips like a prayer, falling apart with every hit to his prostate.
Chuuya’s desperate thrusts became uncontrolled, his head tipping back as his words became less and less coherent. “Osamu I’m gonna finish. Plea–”
“Me. Too.” Dazai grunted, his own vision turning white as his grip tightened around Chuuya’s hand as they both clenched with pleasure, finally ready to let go together.
Dazai came with a long moan that he felt rattle his very bones, and Chuuya followed after him with a shout of ecstasy. Ropes of white covered the porcelain skin on Chuuya’s stomach. The sight was so erotic, Dazai was sure he would somehow get hard again if he remained there looking at it. He pulled out of the smaller man and ran his fingers through the mix of his and Chuuya’s cum. He pushed the fingers into his own mouth, lapping at the bitter substance. Then he leaned in to kiss the taste of them into the redhead's mouth. He pulled back slightly and whispered against his lips, “You taste amazing, baby.” Chuuya shivered at the words and surged back up to lock their lips back together. He couldn’t get enough of Dazai, and Dazai couldn’t get enough of him.
Dazai pulled back and signaled for Chuuya to pull his pants back up, tossing his clothing onto his lap unceremoniously. “Come on, Chibi.”
Chuuya slinked into his jacket, his face fogged with exhaustion and confusion. “Wait, where are we going?”
“Oh you didn’t think I was done with you yet did you ?” Dazai purred, his hand outstretched, ready for what was to come.