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Being a single parent was hard. Dazai could still barely look after himself let alone be responsible for another human being. But when his ex had ditched him and their child, he couldn’t just leave the kid to fend for himself. Even though Dazai had never wanted kids in the first place, there was something about Atsushi that made him want to be better, he was a bundle of joy that Dazai could never give up. So now here he was, living the single dad life. He never envisaged this for himself, having to pack lunches and get his kid ready for school every day, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He felt a lot more human, and a great deal happier whenever Atsushi was around.

He was 7 now, the years had gone by unbelievably fast. Sometimes he missed when he was smaller because now he was starting to have friends and falling outs and everything was always so dramatic to Atsushi. Somehow, he had ended up with a very morally correct kid who couldn’t stop himself from telling the other kids off, even when they were bigger and stronger, which got him into more trouble than Dazai wished to recall. But still, he was the light of Dazai’s life, and he would never change him.

Dazai was luckier than a lot of single parents in that his job as a novelist meant that he could drop off and pick up Atsushi from school with ease, and his books were popular enough that he didn’t have to worry about his income. What he did have to worry about, however, was the barrage of single mothers trying to get into his pants. He didn’t know how many times he had to tell them that he just wasn’t interested. Ever since his ex had left a few years ago, no one had made him feel the burning desire or need to get intimate again.

On this particular day, he got to school early, so just leaned against his car waiting for the bell to ring. Luckily it was fairly quiet, so he’d been left alone for the most part. Dazai thought he knew all the parents by now but today there was a new figure leaning against the wall across from him.

He looked out of place. He was dressed in a leather jacket, white tee, and ripped jeans. On his feet, he wore beat-up Doc Martins, and he had chains around his waist and fingerless gloves on his hands. On his head, he wore a wide-brimmed hat with a chain coming off. He looked gruff, and honestly, hot as fuck. It was no secret that Dazai was bisexual, just because he had been in a long-term relationship with a woman it didn’t change the fact that he was attracted to men too. And this man was potentially the most attractive man he had ever set eyes on. His rockstar outfit was only the start, he had long ginger hair that waved over one shoulder artfully, he had sapphire blue eyes that were lined with dark eyeliner, and his features were petite but angled beautifully. He was smoking a cigarette which definitely should not have been attractive, but it was. Dazai was enthralled and he couldn’t look away. Was this man a parent? He sure as hell didn’t seem like it, so what the hell was he doing here?

The man stubbed out his cigarette and his eyes met Dazai’s, as if feeling the power of his gaze. He grinned, which was unfairly attractive, and then fucking winked at him. Dazai could feel his face heating up, so he coughed and looked away. He had not been laid in a while and clearly it showed. This mystery man was quite literally the opposite of himself. Dazai looked boring in comparison, wearing basic blue jeans and a  comfy white knit sweater. He was also still wearing his glasses because he had been working on something before he left. Dazai could feel the other man’s gaze remaining on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at him again for fear he’d embarrass himself further.

Like a savior, the bell finally rang and the kids started exiting the school. Dazai walked over to the main gate to wait for his son and the red-haired man did the same. He had a powerful aura and lots of the other parents were avoiding him, which Dazai was somewhat glad about because having someone else to gossip about meant they left him alone today.

Atsushi was one of the last to leave the class, as he normally was because he always offered to help the teacher clean up. Today he had tears in his eyes and made a beeline for Dazai who immediately wrapped the boy in his arms, “Hey Sushi, what’s up?”

Atsushi’s eyes started welling up even more and Dazai was afraid he’d start bawling over his sweater, but the kid bit his lip and forced himself to hold it in. “Akutagawa called me stupid,” he sniffled. Dazai had heard a lot about this Akutagawa in the past few months, the boys seemed to have a love-hate relationship that swung to the extremes. Dazai had even been called into the office once because they had been fighting. He had been able to meet the other boy’s parents though, Kouyou and Yosano, who Dazai actually got along with really well and had even been to dinner with a few times. Akutagawa was a good kid, just a little moody and a lot harsher than Atsushi with his words.

But today neither of Akutagawa’s parents were present, which was unusual. Unexpectedly, the black-haired kid ran up to the hot ginger man with a tear-stained face. The man picked him up and swung him around with ease despite Akutagawa being a tall kid, and the red-haired man being short.

The ginger man’s eyes met his as Akutagawa was no doubt telling him about Atsushi and then he started to approach. Dazai prayed his face had stopped flushing because this guy was inexplicably hotter the closer you got to him (and shorter, but that was hot too). He even had freckles on his face and a nose piercing that was making Dazai want to faint.

“Hey,” the ginger man said when he was close enough. “Aku has something he’d like to say to Atsushi,” he dropped Akutagawa down so he was standing next to Atsushi.

The dark-haired boy played with his fingers a bit before mumbling, “I’m sorry… you’re not stupid...”

“It’s okay just… don’t say it again please…” Atsushi mumbled before joining their hands together.

“Friends?” Akutagawa asked nervously.

“Friends,” Atsushi smiled, and then they started talking and playing as if nothing had even happened. Dazai smiled fondly at the kids.

“They’re cute,” the man next to him commented.

“They are,” Dazai responded before offering his hand out to the shorter man, “Dazai Osamu, Atsushi’s dad. You can just call me Dazai.”

The man shook his hand, which was small but firm and Dazai was desperate to know the things he could do with them. “I’m Chuuya Nakahara, Aku’s uncle, just call me Chuuya, please.”

His uncle, that made a lot of sense. Also, with the red hair, he must be some relative of Kouyou’s. “You don’t normally come here, right? I’ve not seen you before.”

“Yeah, normally Kouyou and Yosano are great at making sure one of them is free to pick him up every day but today they both got caught at work.”

“So, Uncle Chuuya to the rescue,” Dazai commented without really thinking about his words. The shorter man grinned up at him which made Dazai flush an embarrassing shade of red. Fuck, way to make things obvious, he cursed himself.

Luckily, he was saved by Atsushi and Akutagawa running up to them while holding hands, "Daddy, can we go and play together?" Atsushi looked at him with big puppy dog eyes that he knew his father couldn't resist. 

"I'm sure Akutagawa's uncle has things to do..." 

Atsushi and Akutagawa pouted. 

"Actually, I have about an hour, what do you guys wanna do?" Chuuya crouched down to their level.

"Can we go to the park and... and eat ice cream?" Akutagawa asked shyly.

"Sure, but if we do you have to promise not to tell your mothers okay?" He said sternly and Akutagawa nodded eagerly.

Atsushi looked up at his father again. "Okay fine," Dazai huffed. The two children cheered. "But you still have to eat a full plate of food when we get home right?"

"I promise! Thank you, Daddy!" Atsushi and Akutagawa ran off towards the park which was thankfully close to the school.

Chuuya and Dazai walked behind them. The brunette felt a little awkward and didn't know what to say. 

"So what do you do for a living, Dazai?" Chuuya asked, thankfully breaking the silence.

"I'm an author, I write thrillers mainly," Dazai said scratching his neck.

"Oh shit, Kouyou mentioned that one of the dads was some famous writer! That's cool!"

"I'm not really famous," Dazai muttered, cheeks burning red.

“Don't be so modest. She also said you were hot and that's definitely true."

Dazai choked on air for a moment and just spluttered. They'd arrived at the park before he'd even managed to come up with a response and Chuuya had this shit-eating grin on his face.

The redhead reached the ice cream van first, "What do you want kiddo?"

"Chocolate please!" Akutagawa jumped up and down with excitement. 

"What about you Atsushi?" Dazai asked.

"Vanilla with strawberry sauce!" 

"I'll get it," Chuuya said as he ruffled Atsushi's hair.

"Are you sure? I can..." Dazai trailed off as Chuuya put a hand out to stop him.

"I'm offering, he did call your kid stupid after all," he laughed and then told the server their order. God, he was so fucking hot as he stood there confidently chatting to the server, his smile was attractive as hell and his whole aura was sending Dazai's stomach into a pit of arousal. Then he turned to Dazai, "Want something?" And well, Dazai definitely wanted something but sadly he was not on the menu. 

"Um..." Dazai glanced at the board and just said the first thing he saw, which happened to be a popsicle. Chuuya grinned at him but ordered anyway, buying himself an ice cream too. 

When the ice cream had been handed out, Dazai and Chuuya sat together on a bench and watched the kids while they ate. Chuuya spoke first again, "So... do you have a partner?"

Dazai choked again, this time on the popsicle, and part of it got stuck in his throat and it was unbearably cold. Chuuya patted his back a few times as Dazai recovered, "Sorry I should have asked after you finished eating," Chuuya adjusted the hat on his head.

"No, it’s fine just... unexpected. But yes, I'm single."

He could practically feel Chuuya's smile and it was almost unbelievable, there was no way he could be smiling because Dazai was single, there was no way this god could be into him. 

"Me too, if you were wondering," Chuuya winked at him and Dazai nearly choked again.

Dazai coughed and hoped his cheeks weren't as red as they felt, "So um... what do you do for a living?"

"Well, I work in a music shop by day, and by night, I'm a drummer in a band. We play a couple of times a week, if you're ever interested it would be nice to see a pretty face in the crowd.”

There was no way Dazai was making this up right? This guy was hitting on him, he could barely believe it. He was probably a fuckboy, he was in a fucking band and he was a drummer, there’s no way he'd be interested in Dazai for more than just a one-night stand right? But honestly, Dazai didn’t even care.... he'd totally be down for whatever Chuuya wanted to give him. He was a drummer which meant he must have strong arms and Dazai needed to get pinned down by him as soon as possible.

Dazai bit his lip, "Sure, I guess. What kind of music do you play?"

"Just rock, nothin’ too heavy. I'm sure you can handle it."

"What do you mean by that?" Dazai asked, not sure whether he should be offended or not.

"Nothin', just you look more like you listen to classical music or something," Chuuya laughed.

"And what's wrong with that? God you're such an ass!"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Chuuya smiled seductively at him, and yes, Dazai would like to know.

They chatted like that for a while longer while the boys played until Chuuya looked at his phone and it was time for him to leave, "Aku, we've gotta get going!" The boy whined but clearly understood. As they all walked back to the car park Chuuya touched Dazai's arm. Dazai had fallen deeper into this random crush as they had talked. This man was kind, a little short-tempered, and fun to be around. Dazai was going to be sad if this was the last time he’d see him.

"So this Friday, 9pm at The Flags, if you're interested. I'd love to buy you a drink after my set."

"Oh... okay," Dazai blushed, too overwhelmed to come up with a proper response. Chuuya waved at him and headed toward his car. 

"Fuck," Dazai whispered under his breath. He was in deep.

"Daddy, why do you look like that?"

"Like what, Sushi?"

"Like you've seen something you really want."

"I guess I have, let’s go."

That evening Dazai could not stop thinking about the redhead, he was just so attractive and alluring. Really, he shouldn’t go out on a Friday night, he hadn't in years but... He didn’t want to pass up this opportunity. He'd have to find someone to babysit. He called his agent Kunikida first, who ardently refused. He hovered over Yosano's name in his contacts, "Hey Sushi, how would you like a sleepover with Akutagawa on Friday night?"

Atsushi's eyes lit up and the brightest smile spread across his face, great. Dazai called the number.

"Dazai hey, how have you been?"

"Hi Yosano, I'm great. Actually, I was just thinking about something. Since Akutagawa and Atsushi have been getting along so well these days it would be nice for them to spend some time together, like a sleepover or something... my place would be kind of cramped though and maybe two sets of eyes would be better than one..." he trailed off, hoping she would say yes.

Yosano hummed, "Yes that would be nice, when were you thinking?"

"Oh well I don't know... this Friday maybe...." He hoped he didn't sound too suspicious.

"Dazai," Yosano deadpanned.

"What?"

"Chuuya told us he invited you to his gig on Friday," Yosano said and Dazai could hear the amusement in her voice.

"Oh," was all he responded, feeling embarrassed as fuck.

"But yes, we'll glady take Atsushi for the night. Enjoy your date!"

"It's not a date!" Dazai whined, feeling all too flustered.

"Isn't it? With the way Chuuya was gushing about you, I was pretty certain it was,"

"He talked about me?" Dazai asked, almost disbelievingly. It was hard to see how someone like that could be interested in someone like him enough to actually talk about him.

"He did, a lot. I can tell you're overthinking things but don't. He thinks you're cute, just see where it goes."

"Okay um... thanks for that. I'll bring him over around six on Friday?"

"Sounds great. Don't worry too much, just be safe," Yosano laughed.

"Yosano! Oh my god, I'm hanging up, bye."

Dazai threw his phone on the sofa and put his head in his hands, that was too embarrassing. How was he supposed to even look at the woman again? But... at least he knew Chuuya was interested. 

When Friday rolled by Dazai was stressed and even Atsushi could feel it.

"Daddy, why do you look so stressed?"

"Oh no reason I'm just... meeting someone tonight and I wanted to make sure I look okay," Dazai explained as he rummaged through his closet and Atushi sat on his bed watching with wide eyes.

"It’s Aku’s uncle Chuuya isn't it? He told me about it. He seemed cool, I hope you have fun."

Dazai blushed, did everyone know about this?

“Which one looks best,” he held up two plaid shirts, one green and one blue. Honestly, Dazai had no idea what to wear to a gig, he hadn't been to one in years, and he'd never been to a rock one. He was admittedly not the coolest person in the world so he really didn't know how to dress, nor did his closet really help him out. He'd found some black jeans and then some plaid shirts from his college days which he guessed would have to do.

"I think green suits you better, but Uncle Chuuya's eyes were blue, so I think you'd match well like that," Atsushi responded.

"Hmm," Dazai hummed, he guessed that was true, Chuuya did have those gorgeous blue eyes... he picked it up and stepped into the bathroom. Throwing it over his black t-shirt and jeans. He combed his hair behind his ears a bit and added a necklace. He couldn't tell if he looked cool or like he was trying too hard. But oh well, it was all he had. He threw a dark wash denim jacket over top and bit his lip, was it okay? He didn't want to have high expectations but... he’d be kind of disappointed if he wasn't pinned to a bed at the end of the night, although to be honest he'd take anything Chuuya was willing to give.

“Okay I'm ready I think, are you all set?" Atsushi nodded and grabbed his bag from across the room, Dazai could tell he was excited. He'd hung out at Akutagawa's house before but never slept over, Dazai smiled fondly watching Atsushi throw on his backpack and bound towards the door speedily. They took an Uber because, well... if things went well Dazai wouldn't be coming home tonight, and he was definitely going to need a drink or five if he was going to actually muster up the courage to talk to Chuuya again and to flirt.

Once he had dropped Atsushi off with Yosano and Kouyou, who both gave him knowing looks as he left, he finally made his way to the venue where Chuuya said he'd be playing. It was a bar that Dazai had vaguely heard of but never entered called The Flags, which seemed like a pretty dumb name to him. 

When he entered it was already busy, Dazai was kind of feeling overwhelmed and awkward for being there alone, so he found a seat at the end of the bar and perched on it hesitantly. Clearly his apprehension showed because the bartender came over and laughed at him, "First time?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only a little,” the bartender stated, but it was obvious it was a lie. "What can I get you?"

"Just a whiskey, on the rocks, please."

The man smiled and got to work. Similarly, to Chuuya he was a fairly unique-looking man, grayish hair with black streaks and dressed totally in black and white, somewhat resembling a zebra, or a piano. 

He slid the whiskey over the counter and took Dazai's card to pay. "What brings you here?"

"Oh well, a friend? More like an acquaintance, I guess, told me to come..." Dazai scratched his chin awkwardly.

"Friend? Does he come here often?"

"Well, I guess? Maybe? I don't know him that well but he's in one of the bands that’s playing here today..." Dazai trailed off as the barman set the glass he was cleaning on the table dramatically.

"No way, you're Dazai?" He asked, looking like he’d met a celebrity.

Dazai shrunk in his seat a little, "Uh... yeah."

"No way! Oh, don't look so scared, Chuuya had told us he had invited you but he wasn't sure if you’d show. Albatross owes me twenty, I totally bet on you coming. I’m Pianoman by the way, this is my bar."

Dazai didn't really know what he was talking about, so he just let out a nervous chuckle, Chuuya had been talking about him to more people? There was no way this was real, right?

"He'll be going on any second, but I'll let him know you're here, he'll be so pumped."

The man left swiftly and Dazai could hear him calling out Chuuya's name from behind the bar. Dazai quickly combed his fingers through his hair and made a silent prayer that he looked presentable and wasn’t going to disappoint Chuuya in any way.

When the redhead came out his eyes widened "Oh," he genuinely looked surprised for a second, like he really hadn't expected Dazai to come (he guessed Yosano and Kouyou had not told him Dazai was coming, the menaces). Then he grinned and walked over to Dazai, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, so close that Dazai could feel his warm breath fanning over his cheek, "I'm glad you came doll face." Then he turned around and headed up to the stage with the rest of the band. The evident flirting gave Dazai butterflies in his stomach – did this mean tonight really was going to end the way he wanted?

He was dressed similarly to the last time Dazai saw him. In ripped jeans, but this time he wore white creepers, a black and white leather jacket, and some kind of gray leopard print top. He still wore his hat and had some eyeliner around his eyes again. He looked perfect and Dazai's dick was threatening to burst out of his pants at the mere sight. That feeling only got worse as he jumped up on stage and Dazai could make out the toned muscle beneath his jeans and his finely sculpted ass. He looked powerful and Dazai was thirsty.

He shook off his jacket and laid it on the side of the stage before sitting down behind the drums and Jesus if Dazai’s dick wasn’t straining against his pants before it definitely was now. He was wearing a tank top which showcased his muscular drummers’ arms perfectly. His arms weren’t too large, but the toned lines of muscle could be seen in every movement. And to top that off, he had tattoos. It looked like a sheep's skull and some flowers on one shoulder and then a snake wrapping its way around his other arm. He was the typical bad boy stereotype and Dazai wanted, no needed, to be destroyed by him. Chuuya clearly noticed him staring because he winked at Dazai before raising his arms and beginning to play.

"They are called Stormbringer, by the way," the bartender commented, leaning his head in one of his hands on the counter. "You see the lead singer, that's Lippmann, my boyfriend," he announced proudly.

Dazai took a look at the lead singer, blonde hair sweeping across his face, dazzling eyes, and dressed in a shirt and waistcoat, he almost looked too suave for a rock band but it fit him well. He seemed like the kind of guy that could do anything.

"He's very beautiful," Dazai noted.

"I know," Pianoman grinned. "But I can tell you only have eyes for Chuuya. On lead guitar is Albatross," the man gestured to a guy strangely dressed in sunglasses and a puffer vest, "and Iceman is on bass," he nodded to a guy who looked kind of terrifying and serious, but he was clearly talented. "I'm actually their manager, and Doc here," he pulled the other bartender close to him, he looked kind of sickly and like he'd break if you pushed him, "Helps them produce their songs, they’ve actually released some online. You should check them out but... I'm sure you'll do that anyway."

Dazai nodded, taking note of all the information the other man gave him, kind of happy for the slight distraction. If he focused too much on Chuuya he kept getting dangerously close to a full-blown erection. The way his arms flexed as he hit the drums and the way he looked so confident and cocky was so attractive. And don’t even get Dazai started on the way he was starting to glisten with sweat, he was fucking godly. And every time his gaze met Dazai he grinned and it was enough to send Dazai into a needy frenzy.

"You're down bad for him ain’t ya," Doc commented after serving another customer.

Dazai flushed but admitted, "Maybe a little."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, he's hot stuff. But so are you and he's down bad for you too. It's been ages since he actually mentioned someone by name to us let alone invited someone to a show. I hope you guys have fun, whatever it is," he smiled at Dazai.

Dazai thanked him and then had a few more drinks while he just watched and admired Chuuya. Halfway through the set, he threw off his hat, freeing his red locks, which then he tied up into a half-bun which looked so fucking hot.

When they finally finished their set, people were cheering loudly, clearly the band was popular here. Many eyes were on Chuuya, but he ignored them all and made a beeline for Dazai.

He plopped down on the seat next to Dazai, "Hey pretty. Sorry, I'm kinda sweaty right now."

Dazai coughed at the nickname, "Don't worry, uh... it's fine."

"Oh, so you like that do you?" Chuuya grinned as Pianoman handed him a glass of red wine.

"Wine?" Dazai asked with a raised eyebrow. He seemed... too rough for wine.

"Are you judging me?" Chuuya asked with fake offense.

"No, just unexpected... you don't really look like that type."

"What type do I look like then?" Chuuya turned to him slightly and gazed at him after taking a long sip. 

"I don’t know, like a beer guy?"

Chuuya belly laughed at that, nearly doing a spit take with his wine, "Beer? Can't stand the stuff."

Dazai rolled his eyes, "Well you're a drummer and you're annoyingly cocky so how was I to know!"

Chuuya grinned, "Well you're so sweet you seem like a cocktail guy, but here you are with a whiskey."

"That was a terrible pick-up line," Dazai huffed. 

"I know but... if I was here to pick you up... would that be okay?"

"Why do you think I came?" Dazai fluttered his eyelashes flirtatiously, Chuuya’s confidence infecting him.

"Fuck," Chuuya's gaze dipped to his lips but disappointingly he didn’t do anything about it and just took another long drink.

They chatted for a while after that, simply getting to know each other. It was almost innocent except for the fact that Chuuya's hand found its way to Dazai's thigh. Every squeeze and caress was sending tingles down his spine. His gaze was heated as he watched Dazai, like a predator circling his prey. It was almost becoming unbearable and Dazai was becoming too hot in his clothes.

When Chuuya was about to ask for his third glass of wine Pianoman cut him off. "If you want to... do other things tonight you better stop. Chuuya's a lightweight," Pianoman said the last bit to Dazai.

"Am not!”

"Chuuya we have a barrage of stories and evidence."

Chuuya huffed.

"It's okay, your tolerance must the equal to your height and you can’t do anything about that," Dazai patted his arm condescendingly, feeling more comfortable around the redhead now.

Chuuya blinked at him a few times, "Hey! Fuck you!" He grumbled and stood up, pulling on his jacket and hat.

Dazai looked at him, suddenly realizing that his assumption that he'd get an invitation to leave with Chuuya might have been embarrassingly wrong.

Well, he thought that until Chuuya looked at him with a cocked head, "Aren't you coming?"

Shamingly quickly Dazai jumped up and followed him out, leaving the snickers of the bartenders behind. As Chuuya started walking out of the door he held a hand out for Dazai which he look with a beating chest.

Once they were outside the redhead paused, and suddenly looked a little timid, "So..."

Dazai laughed, somehow Chuuya's nervousness made him feel more confident. "Is Chuuya trying to think of a way to invite me back to his?"

Chuuya flushed a little, "Shut up. Well... yeah. Are you interested? I don't wanna force you or anything. If you're just wanting to be friends that would be fine, or taking things slow but... I've been wanting to kiss you since I first set eyes on you."

Dazai's breath hitched in his throat, but he was feeling bold, "and I’ve been wanting you to bend me over and fuck me since then."

"Shit, you're fucking dangerous," Chuuya lit up a cigarette. "Your place or mine?"

Dazai did not want Chuuya to come to his house, it was admittedly messy and filled with kids’ toys. Not exactly the scene he wanted for tonight. "Yours..."

"Alright sweetheart," Chuuya pulled his phone out and ordered them a taxi. Chuuya kept a hungry gaze on Dazai as he finished his cigarette, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as he waited.

The taxi ride to Chuuya’s felt like torture. The tension was there but Chuuya was clearly trying to play by the rules and didn’t do anything in the car, just making small talk about the band and his neighborhood.

By the time they arrived at Chuuya’s Dazai was practically ready to strip and bend over in the elevator but Chuuya still wasn’t touching him and it was infuriating.

Chuuya’s flat was modest, with just one bedroom, but it was clean and stylish. Again Dazai couldn’t help but be surprised by the drummer’s refined taste.

“I’d apologize for the mess but it’s not messy… I actually cleaned up this morning hoping you’d be coming over. Why do you look so surprised?” Chuuya looked up at Dazai with a frown.

“Just, you know, it’s nice.”

“What the fuck did you expect?”

“I don’t know aren’t drummers supposed to be all smelly and dirty?”

Chuuya laughed again, “Sorry babe. But… I’m pretty sure we can do something about that if you want.”

“Please,” Dazai begged.

Chuuya grinned but didn’t touch him. Dazai was ready to explode, what did he have to do to get Chuuya to touch him?

“Did you want a drink? Make yourself at home.”

Dazai just stood there while Chuuya took his hat and jacket off and threw them on the back of the sofa before heading into the kitchen.

“Dazai?” He asked turning back and squinting his eyes at the taller man.

“Chuuya. I already told you I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me since we first met. Why the fuck am I still waiting?”

Chuuya blinked a few times then grinned, “Sorry princess, I didn’t know how desperate you were. I was trying to be a gentleman.”

“Well, if I’d wanted a gentleman, I would have found someone else. Now are you going to do anything or should I just leave and find another option.” Dazai folded his arms across his chest. He honestly wouldn’t mind waiting normally but having witnessed Chuuya looking like that all night he could not wait much longer. Chuuya just stood and stared at him, Dazai was slightly scared he had misread the situation and was being too forward, but he feigned confidence anyway. “God, you’re like a slug, am I really going to have to do everything myself?” He huffed, hoping Chuuya would take the bait.

Chuuya rolled his eyes, “You’re going to pay for that.” He swiftly walked towards Dazai and threw him over one shoulder. Dazai yelped but was too impressed by the show of strength to care.

Chuuya threw him down on the bed and loomed over him, gazing over his body with a lick of his lips. He pulled his shirt over his head and Dazai wanted to die. Along with the tattoos on his arms he also had some lettering on his chest and a tattoo below his navel which stretched between his hipbones and was half-hidden by his pants. As if that wasn’t enough, he also has nipple piercings. This man was just a walking wet dream.

“I thought you were so innocent, so I was trying to go easy on you, but I see that I was mistaken,” Chuuya crawled up his body, painstakingly slowly until they were face to face, and finally Chuuya leaned down and pressed their lips together.

Fuck, the redhead’s lips felt perfect as they slid against his own. Dazai tried to reach up to grab at Chuuya’s hair to pull him in deeper, but Chuuya swotted his hands away and tangled his fingers with his own on the bed, brute strength stopping Dazai from moving.

“You’ve been a bad boy, so I’m going to take my time with you,” Chuuya crooned as he kissed along his jaw. Dazai whined and squirmed but ultimately there was nothing he could do but accept his fate.

Chuuya kissed Dazai on the lips again, this time adding his tongue and exploring his mouth with skillful ease. Dazai couldn’t even attempt to control the kiss because Chuuya was just so dominant.

When the redhead pulled away, Dazai was left panting beneath him as he made quick work of removing Dazai’s shirt. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Chuuya commented under his breath as his hands roamed Dazai’s torso.

Dazai could say the same thing, Chuuya was near ethereal above him. So much so that Dazai couldn’t wait any longer.

“Chuuya,” he whined.

“Mmh?” Chuuya hummed against his skin as he started kissing down his chest.

“I just think you should hurry up, ah!” Dazai gasped as Chuuya closed his lips around his left nipple and sucked, soothing it with small licks afterward before biting down lightly. The mixture of pleasure and pain was good but not enough. “Chuuya-ah!” Dazai cried out again when Chuuya bit down on his other nipple and swirled the swollen one between his fingers. Chuuya continued his torturous ministrations until Dazai’s throat was sore and his nipples were red raw.

Chuuya lifted his head and grinned, “You’re so sensitive, doll, I can’t help myself.”

Dazai squirmed as Chuuya pulled on both of his sensitive nubs, “Okay, now will you fuck me?”

“You act as if you’re not enjoying yourself,” Chuuya rubbed Dazai’s hard dick through his pants.

“I didn’t say that,” Dazai whined. He was enjoying himself, incredibly so. Having Chuuya’s skilled mouth and hands on him was heavenly, and seeing his toned arms and tattooed torso looming over him was incredibly erotic, but it was also making him want more and that was torturous.

“Well, I’m so sorry baby,” Chuuya removed his pants and boxers, “I won’t keep you waiting too much longer.” He grabbed Dazai’s dick and worked his thumb through the slit and circled the head before lightly moving his hand up and down the hardened length.

“Ngh- Chuuya!” Dazai panted. It was kind of embarrassing that he was so affected by just one touch, but it felt so good.

“Mm baby, you like that?” Chuuya growled, then reached over to the bedside cabinet to bring out some lube. He popped the cap open and coated a finger. He also reached over to grab a pillow. “Think you can raise your hips for a second?”

Dazai nodded, body pulsating with expectation. Chuuya propped the pillow under his hips and then circled his lubed-up finger over the rim. He was being so gentle and slow that it was heartwarming… but not enough.

“Chuuya, quit teasing me!”

“I didn’t think you’d be so whiney! You really think you can handle more?” He teased Dazai’s rim again but made no move to put his finger inside.

“Yes!”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Please!” He begged.

Chuuya laughed against his ear, “Begging already? I like you.” That was all the warning Chuuya gave before thrusting his finger all the way in, grazing against Dazai’s prostate straight away and sending jolts of pleasure through his spine.

It wasn’t long until Dazai was whimpering on Chuuya’s fingers. He was currently three fingers in, deep and grinding against his prostate. Dazai’s hands wandered Chuuya’s body, just looking for something to grab hold of. When he pressed his palm against Chuuya’s crotch he felt that it was rock hard in his pants. He rubbed against it a few times until he heard Chuuya’s breath get faster above him.

“God, you’re so good Dazai,” Chuuya muttered and pressed a kiss to his lips. Dazai lubed up his hand a little and pulled Chuuya’s dick out of his pants, beginning to jerk him off. Despite his short height, Chuuya’s cock was big, and Dazai knew he was in for a treat later. He traced his thumb over the head of Chuuya’s cock and was pleased by the reaction he got when Chuuya’s hand stuttered inside of him.

“Fuck, Dazai,” he moaned.

Hearing the redhead become undone by just the simplest of touches made Dazai feel good. He pulled Chuuya closer to his hips and wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, beginning to pump them together.

As Dazai slid his hand up and down their lengths harder and faster, he could feel Chuuya’s thrusts were starting to get more inconsistent. Dazai liked feeling like the other man was so affected by him. As if sensing Dazai’s feelings, with renewed determination Chuuya fucked his fingers into Dazai’s hole as hard as he could, hitting his prostate each time, practically making Dazai see stars. The redhead brought his free hand to join Dazai’s on their dicks and jerked them off faster until Dazai came all over his stomach.

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot,” Chuuya panted as he kept fisting his dick. Dazai was feeling a little blissed out but he wanted to make Chuuya cum so he pulled the drummer’s hand away and continued giving jerking him off. Watching Chuuya orgasm was enough to make Dazai horny again, he was loud, which Dazai should have predicted by his personality, and he was completely shameless. Dazai could feel every emotion through his expressions. He could probably have been a porn star if he wanted because Dazai would pay to see this again and again.

“Wow,” Chuuya mumbled as he came down from his high. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Dazai also couldn’t wait to be fucked. He watched as Chuuya stood up, took off his pants properly, and headed into the bathroom. He had a nice ass, all perky and toned and powerful looking, and he had another tattoo on his left thigh, a dragon that circled around it impressively. To say Dazai was excited was an understatement. Chuuya returned with a damp washcloth and cleaned up Dazai’s stomach before going back to his bedside table to get some condoms. He placed them on the bed next to the Dazai and moved in to kiss him breathless. He was a continuous tease, biting Dazai’s lips, controlling the pace, it was infuriating but so intoxicating to be under someone else’s whim.

“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” Chuuya said as he kissed down Dazai’s neck, sucking a few hickeys into any bare skin he saw.

“I feel the same, oh my god!” Dazai’s words were cut off as Chuuya took his half-hard dick into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head in a way that threw Dazai into the realms of pleasure. The redhead quickly worked his way down the length until it was rock hard and brushing the back of his throat. Dazai cried out, but then Chuuya pulled off. Dazai whined but the redhead placed an amused kiss on his lips.

“Easy tiger, I was just making sure you were ready, turn around now, doll.”

Dazai was so turned on right now he was pretty certain he could cum from Chuuya’s voice alone at this point. He turned around, so horny now that he felt completely shameless, and stuck his ass up in the air. He heard the tell-tale rip of a condom packet and then a chuckle as Chuuya brought a hand up to Dazai’s ass and squeezed, “Look at you, ready and waiting for me. You’re so eager, I love it.”

“Fuck me, please, I’m ready,” Dazai whined.

“How can I deny you when you ask so nicely?” Dazai felt the bed shifting underneath him as Chuuya positioned himself behind him.

“This is such a nice view doll, did anyone ever tell you that you have a magnificent ass,” Chuuya said as he squeezed and pulled apart his ass cheeks.

Honestly, no one had ever told Dazai that, and this was his first time sleeping with someone since his partner left. Chuuya didn’t even know how much of a big deal this was to Dazai and yet he was treating him so well anyway. This was exactly what he needed; passionate but caring.

“If it’s so magnificent then fuck it already.”

“God you’re annoying,” Chuuya muttered while circling the head of his dick around Dazai’s hole. Dazai was twitching while he waited, and he clutched the pillow under his head in preparation. Finally, he felt Chuuya push his thick cock inside, inching in slowly so that Dazai could get used to the girth. Dazai did his best to relax and open up, allowing Chuuya to slide further inside until he was bottomed out. He stopped there while Dazai adjusted to the feeling. He felt so full. He hadn’t done this in such a long time that it took longer than he would have liked for him to be ready.

Chuuya spread kisses over his back as he waited patiently, “God, Dazai, you feel so good.”

Dazai rolled his hips back experimentally, “You can move,” he said breathily. 

"You sure?"

"I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn't sure," Dazai hissed impatiently. 

Chuuya chuckled above him and, at last, started thrusting his dick in and out, gently at first, but building up to more forceful movements. 

Chuuya was grunting and moaning behind him as he fucked into him, the sound of skin slapping spread across the room as he set a steady pace. "You feel amazing baby, oh my god."

Dazai clutched the pillow as Chuuya started thrusting his dick against his prostate with skilled precision. He looked behind him and the sight of Chuuya's muscular arms holding his hips in place while he fucked him, gaze turned down as he watched his dick disappear into Dazai's ass, almost sent him tumbling into an orgasm. He whimpered out Chuuya's name as his legs started trembling under him.

"Does it feel good baby?"

"Yes, fuck yes," Dazai panted.

Instead of fucking him harder, Chuuya slowed down to a gentle grind, circling his hips, dick grazing against Dazai's prostate infuriatingly. 

Dazai's eyes started rolling back, the grind felt so good - but instead of pushing him off the cliff of pleasure it was keeping him hanging on the edge, and it was overwhelming. "Move!"

"Sorry baby, I'm just enjoying the view for a second. Can't handle it?"

Dazai turned around and pouted, "I can handle it, I just want to cum."

Chuuya laughed, "All in good time, as long as you keep being a good boy."

The dirty talk mixed with the grind was sending jolts of pleasure to his dick. He was so close, if he touched himself now he could probably cum, but he did want to be good for Chuuya since the redhead had been so good for him. 

"There you go," Chuuya hushed. Dazai felt him spreading his ass cheeks wider before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. He continued this motion time and time again and Dazai's body was just shifting up and down the bed with the harsh thrusts. 

"Dazai, fuck, how are you this good?!"

Dazai could have asked the same thing, but he didn't even have the power to say anything right now. 

Chuuya pulled out suddenly and Dazai nearly cried out from the loss, but Chuuya only flipped him over and thrust back into him again, bringing Dazai's legs up and crossing his ankles behind his neck.

"I needed to see your pretty face again," Chuuya moaned, taking in Dazai's form beneath him. Dazai knew he must look like a mess right now. He was hot and sweaty, tears running down his cheeks, and his hair was probably a tangled mess. Despite that though, Chuuya looked like he wanted to devour him. 

"So pretty, oh my god," Chuuya moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued abusing Dazai's sensitive hole. His hands were gripping Dazai's hips so strongly that he was sure he'd have bruises in the morning, but he didn't mind, it actually excited him. The redhead’s tattooed torso was heaving with the great effort he was putting in and his freckled skin was glistening with sweat. Dazai wanted to remember this forever because he knew nothing else would compare. 

Chuuya's thrusts started getting wilder and less controlled so Dazai could tell he was on the edge of an orgasm. The redhead reached a hand between their bodies and started jerking Dazai off frantically, unholy moans coming from his throat as he did so. Dazai came explosively over his own stomach and then entered a bliss-like state, not even really registering what was happening until Chuuya swore out loudly and came while seated deep in Dazai's ass. He collapsed on top of the brunette and both of them said nothing for a few moments while they regained their senses. 

Chuuya moved first, removing the condom and chucking it across the room before picking up the washcloth from before and running it over Dazai's body again. 

"That was so good," he commented once he had finished and started combing his hands through Dazai's hair. 

"Yeah, it was..." Dazai slurred, head still cloudy from his orgasm.

"Do you wanna shower now?"

Dazai shook his head.

"Good me neither," Chuuya said before curling up in Dazai's chest like a cat. 

Dazai laughed because it was amusing that someone who just fucked him senseless was so cute. He wrapped his arms around Chuuya's body and kissed his head appreciatively. 

"Let's exchange numbers in the morning," Chuuya mumbled sleepily against his chest. "In case you ever want to do this again because fuck I do."

"I'd like that," Dazai responded, before allowing sleep to take over. For the first time in a while, he felt fully satisfied, and he wasn't going to let this be the last time.