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It takes a while before Chuuya is able to find a reason to message Dazai.
He feels awkward just texting him out of the blue for no reason other than to ask about his day, and so, it’s almost a month later that Chuuya finds himself opening their messages with another brilliant plan.
See, while Chuuya had previously never been particularly interested in anything kinky, once he found out that sex wasn’t as scary as he previously thought it started to sound more… appealing.
If he was wrong about how scary vanilla sex was… was he wrong about kink?
Probably.
He went on a quest, searching for websites and YouTube videos and guides about kink and, eventually, came to the realisation that maybe, some things don’t sound so bad.
Chuuya has just never liked pain and he thought that was all kink was. But it turns out it’s not. There’s so much more to it than that and he didn’t know any of it.
And he’s finding things he really wants to try out.
Like bondage.
Chuuya always thought it was supposed to hurt in some way because he thought all BDSM was supposed to hurt, but it isn’t and as he found out already he very much enjoyed being pinned down by Dazai so… he can certainly imagine enjoying being tied up. Or even sensory deprivation!
The point is, now he has a reason to message Dazai again!
And-- yes, he remembers what Dazai said, he doesn’t sleep with virgins and he doesn’t train people, but he’s already broken one of those rules when he first slept with Chuuya… so he might as well ask, right? See if he’s willing to bend the rules a little one more time.
Chuuya thinks it might even be the same fucking taxi driver when he rattles off Dazai’s address (after confirming with him that it was okay for him to drop by). But it’s fine.
This time he has to ring the bell before he hears footsteps.
“Hi!” he grins and Dazai seems a little taken aback at his energy. Well, the first few times they met Chuuya had been incredibly anxious, and while he still kinda is, his virginity isn’t on the line if Dazai doesn’t agree.
“Hello sweetheart,” Dazai greets him, gesturing for Chuuya to come inside before he locks the door behind them. “What can I help you with today?”
Chuuya follows him to the kitchen again and takes a seat at the counter. Dazai’s laptop sits open and he does his best not to look at the emails he can see on the screen.
“I know you said you don’t want to train anyone, but… would you reconsider that?” Chuuya asks, fiddling with his sleeve. Maybe he’s being too forward. Maybe Dazai won’t like that! Oh god, he didn’t really think this through, did he?
“Interested in kinks now, pet?” he teases dropping onto the stool on the other side of the counter with a smile, and Chuuya sighs in relief. He doesn’t mind the topic, he isn’t going to kick him out, it’s fine. “You lost your virginity a month ago, sweetheart, are you sure that’s the best decision?”
Chuuya shrugs, he’s not actually. It’d probably be best to sleep with some other people, to find out what he likes but he likes Dazai. He likes how Dazai treats him and he knows Dazai is good at what he does. Chuuya isn’t going to be mistreated by him.
“I’ve done a bit of research—” and this time he can actually say that’s true, at least truer than last time, “—and I think I’ve found stuff I want to try, but I don’t know anyone else I’d trust. Shirase is into kink, but… I don’t want to sleep with him.”
Dazai shakes his head. “I’ll be quite honest, pet, I wouldn’t trust your friend to be a Dom. He left you in a club on your own with seemingly no care for safety-- a real Dom doesn’t do that. But that’s just my opinion, I don’t know him very well.”
“That’s why I’m asking you,” Chuuya says.
Dazai seems to think about it, but something on his laptop draws his attention. “Alright,” he sighs as he types something quickly. “I’ll consider it. I’m going to go and print something out-- it’s something I give to everyone who’s looking for some sort of relationship, it’s just so we can see if interests align. We’ll go over it together, don’t worry.” He clicks something on his laptop, and then stands up, “I’ll be right back.”
He pats Chuuya on the head as he passes him and heads up the stairs.
...that was surprisingly easy.
Chuuya was kind of expecting to have to beg. He didn’t expect Dazai to just agree.
He barely even seemed to think about it!
Dazai returns to his side quickly with a small stack of paper stapled together.
“Before I get you to go through this, we’re going to talk about a couple of things,” he says. “Firstly, like I said, I already have a few relationships. I regularly see two subs, though our relationship is very limited-- our dynamic I suppose you could say, is limited to bedroom only. So I see one of them maybe once a week if she’s free, and the other maybe once a month. I am not interested in a full-time relationship, it just wouldn’t work for me, so if that’s something you’re looking for, I am not the right person for you, however, I am willing to try and help you learn. If we find that this doesn’t work out, I can help you meet some other people that might suit you better.”
Chuuya nods, that’s fine. He’s got way too much studying to be doing, he also doesn’t have the time.
“Secondly, there will be rules. I will be a little more lenient with you because you’re new and I understand that you may not be used to something like this, but certain rules of mine do not budge-- things like obedience, respect, communication and punishment. If there’s something you don’t understand, you ask, and if there’s something you’re not comfortable with, I expect you to tell me. Obviously, every relationship is different. One between you and me is not going to be the same as the ones between me and my other subs. We will decide things together, okay?”
Chuuya nods again. “That makes sense. I want to learn.”
“Okay.” Dazai slides the papers across the desk, “This is a checklist of sorts. I just want you to read through it, tick the boxes, and if there’s something on there you don’t know the meaning of, ask me.”
“Okay!” Chuuya says. He’s excited. Dazai can tell.
It’s cute.
He passes him a pencil and lets the boy read through the papers. It’s nothing concrete, just a small list of common kinks and short questions about his expectations to get Dazai familiar with what he’s after. He doesn’t expect Chuuya to know a lot, and he’s going to have to do a lot of teaching, but they do have chemistry-- the night they hooked up was good, even to Dazai--and he can’t really say he minds that much.
But the emails on his laptop are his priority right now. The questions will keep Chuuya busy for five, maybe ten minutes, so Dazai has a little time to answer everything new that’s come through. He’s not even supposed to be working today, but the office needed his assistance, and his assistants weren’t able to help.
So he had to do some at home.
Annoying, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Then of course, Chuuya decided that he wanted to come by today-- and today isn’t really the best time for this, but here he is.
It certainly wasn’t in Dazai’s plans to find himself another sub.
Eventually the scratching of the pencil on paper stops. “Finished,” Chuuya whispers, folding his hands patiently on his lap.
“Thank you, pet,” he says, taking the papers back so he can quickly skim the pages. Most are what he expects. Chuuya has put a ‘maybe’ for the majority of kinks and situations, with some hard nos scattered here and there.
And some yeses that surprise him.
Bondage-- sure, he can see that. Breath play, certainly, Dazai saw how his eyes lit up when he had his hand on Chuuya’s throat. CNC is definitely not something he saw coming, but Dazai doesn’t judge. He’s taken part in many CNC scenes.
It’s certainly an interesting list.
He makes sure to read through Chuuya’s answers to the short questions a little more carefully though.
He wants something flexible too-- he’s a student, he needs to study, Dazai can respect that-- and he wants Dazai to respect him too. Thatis never in question. Dazai will always respect his subs. He doesn’t mind something more long-term, and he doesn’t mind short-term. Perfect for Dazai. If they’re not compatible, he won’t force Chuuya to stay.
And then it gets to the part about what he can offer Dazai.
This section is usually for the more experienced subs to talk about what they enjoy doing for their Doms. Dazai has had subs in the past talk at length about boot blacking-- not something he personally enjoys, but to each their own-- and this little section regularly comes in handy. It also gives Dazai a little understanding of a sub’s experience.
Now, Dazai isn’t the strictest Dom. He’s met Doms far more strict than him, but he knows he isn’t always the most lenient. Though he did say he would try for Chuuya.
Dazai likes submission and obedience, and he doesn’t like brats.
And thankfully it doesn’t seem like Chuuya wants to be a brat.
He says he wants to learn.
He wants to submit and know just how good he can feel, and he’s willing to trust Dazai enough to let him help with that.
“Okay,” he says with a nod as he finishes reading. “Okay. Well good news pet, I think we might just be able to figure something out. Obviously, I can’t guarantee we’re going to work when we get down to it, but I am more than willing to try and teach you. I know you sort of answered this here—” he taps the paper, “—but I just wanted to clarify that I don’t like brats. For me, bratting is disrespectful, it’s different for everyone, but if you want to try and be a brat, you’re going to have to find someone else for that.”
“That’s fine,” Chuuya says, “I don’t think I really see the appeal. The whole point is to… do what you say, right? Isn’t that the opposite of being a brat”
Dazai shrugs his shoulders, “Technically, obviously it’s all a little more complicated than that-- but yes, I suppose. I don’t really have much time right now, but I will get a short contract drafted-- all it does is set out rules and expectations for the relationship and we will go through that together. Anything you don’t like, we can adjust then. Unfortunately, I am going to have to send you home, sweetheart, I still have a lot of work to do, and I’m afraid I can’t drive you back either. Are you going to be alright getting home?”
“Oh yeah! It’s fine!” Chuuya waves his hand, hopping off the stool. “Thank you so much, sorry if I asked to come over at a bad time.”
Dazai follows him back to the front door, unlocking it with a sigh. “It’s alright, sweetheart, I’m not supposed to be working. But I will give you a call when I’ve sorted something out and we can go through all of the details then.”
He watches Chuuya walk away with a wave, and he does feel bad about having to send him home so soon, but work calls and it’s not something he can just ignore, a shame, he would have liked keeping the redhead around for the night.
Dazai manages to find time almost a week later and he spends a few dedicated hours at his desk drafting a very basic contract.
Dazai is used to writing contracts, both for work and for his relationships, but he still does his best to make it as easy to understand for Chuuya.
And then, once it’s printed, he invites him back over.
“So I’ve written up a contract,” Dazai says as he waits for Chuuya to sit, opposite the desk in his study. “We’ll go through it, and obviously if there’s anything you want to amend we can do that. But I can give you a basic run down if you want?”
Chuuya nods, grinning from ear to ear. He’s more excited than nervous it seems, happy to be getting his way again.
“These first few lines at the top are just there to state that, at any time, either of us can suggest an alteration to the contract. It has to be agreed upon and signed by both of us, but obviously, situations change, and there’s no problem amending the contract if we need to.
“Second: the first paragraph is here to state that you, the submissive, request that I, the dominant, accept your submission and promise to take care of you and guide you throughout the duration of the contract,” Dazai looks up from the paper to see Chuuya craning his neck to read. Well, Dazai does have a copy on his computer, so he hands the contract over the desk. “You have a read of the rest. From there, it’s mostly what I expect from you and what you should expect from me in return.”
Dazai knows he’s throwing a lot at Chuuya at once, but he doesn’t seem particularly bothered. He’ll give him as much time as he needs to read through the contract though. It’s only about a page long.
He turns back to his monitor, trying to keep himself busy by reading through unimportant emails-- ones he had been copied into, despite the fact that he didn’t need to be. There was no point. But it gives him something to do-- and occasionally looking up when Chuuya tilts his head while reading.
“That all sounds alright,” Chuuya says when he’s finished. “One thing though-- it says something about titles? I don’t quite understand that?”
Dazai takes a look at the copy on his laptop and quickly finds the section.
“That—” he says, highlighting the section on the screen, “—is just saying that, while we’re doing anything BDSM related, I expect to be addressed properly as your Dom. I’m sure you would have come across titles in your research, but they’re things like… ‘master’, ‘sir’, ‘mistress’. They’re a way of showing respect. I haven’t put anything specific in there because it’s something we would have to discuss together because I’m not too picky.”
“Oh! That makes sense!” Chuuya nods. He follows the line with his finger and taps on it a few times before asking, “How often would we meet?”
“That’s also something we would need to discuss. If possible, once a week would be good, but if you’re ever busy, it can be rearranged. It’s just there to say that there are no rigid times we have to meet. Everything is flexible and can be changed to suit the circumstances and if you message me to say that something’s come up, then we can shuffle things around.”
“What about the length of the contract?” Chuuya asks. “Does it expire?”
“Usually, I give contracts a short time frame to begin with, so I would say one or two months at first, and then we come back and review it and see if you want to continue.”
The only other thing Dazai makes sure to clarify is that, if Chuuya were to sleep with someone else (which he’s entirely allowed to do), he makes sure they wear a condom. But Chuuya insists wouldn’t have had sex with someone without one anyway. Still, doesn’t hurt to mention.
After that, there isn’t much more to discuss.
Chuuya signs it happily and he watches as Dazai does the same.
It feels… nice. He knows that Dazai isn’t going to drop him without a warning and he knows that he’s going to be in good, carefulhands.
For the first few months of the contract, Dazai suggested that they meet up once a week. He said that while they didn’t have to do anything sexual, Chuuya was more than welcome to make requests-- as long as he made them in advance so Dazai could plan something-- and if he didn’t, then the time would be spent doing some non-sexual learning.
Chuuya doesn’t know exactly what that would entail, but Dazai mentioned something about obedience so he can only assume it’s to help him get more comfortable with the new ‘power dynamic’ as the man put it.
The first meeting goes well.
One week later, on Saturday afternoon, Dazai texts him and tells him to dress comfortably and to pack a small overnight bag so he can stay, then he picks him up outside Chuuya’s apartment an hour later.
He stops outside a small restaurant before they reach Dazai’s house.
“Tonight is all about learning to be obedient, pet. Ideally, one day, you will be willing to do whatever I ask of you, without hesitating or asking why-- unless, of course, it’s something you are uncomfortable with-- so with that in mind,” he passes Chuuya a sleek black card over the centre console of the car. “Go fetch our takeout. The name is Dazai, and that card is contactless. They shouldn’t ask you for anything else.”
Now, Chuuya is a very anxious person. Ordering food or entering restaurants is probably one of the worst things imaginable to him. But he does want to prove to Dazai that this can work, so he does his best to put the fear behind him and slips out of the car.
Despite it being a primarily takeaway restaurant, it’s a lot fancier than the places Chuuya would usually go. But he gets the food and returns to the car and Dazai pats him on the thigh before taking them back to his house.
Over the course of that night, Chuuya spends more time on his knees beside Dazai’s feet than anything else. Occasionally getting up to fetch him a drink or do some sort of meaningless task.
But despite that it is nice. It’s nice not to have to worry. He isn’t sat in his room unable to force himself to study or read, he’s sat waiting for Dazai to tell him to do something. And if there’s nothing for him to do, then he sits there patiently and gets to feel Dazai’s fingers in his hair as he works or watches TV.
Chuuya sleeps in the bed beside him, and it’s good. It’s all so good. Chuuya could get used to this obedience thing.
The next morning he makes a request.
A bondage scene.
It doesn’t take much convincing for Dazai to agree.
Chuuya lets him plan it all out, the only thing he wants is to be tied up. Everything else is up to Dazai, but he’s assured that it won’t be too long or too much. Not for his first time stepping into something like this.
Now Chuuya has the entire week to look forward to it-- and grow anxious. But despite the anxiety, he is excited. And while he does his best not to appear as excited as he feels, clearly it doesn’t work.
“Why are you so happy?” Tachihara asks him, staring down at him like he’ll be able to find the reason on his face.
Chuuya pushes him away as kindly as possible. His friends are so nosy.
“Not your business,” he says sticking his tongue out.
Tachihara throws a hand across his face like he’s been wounded, and cries out, “I can’t believe our little Chuuya would be so cruel!”
“He’s not a kid, Tachi,” Gin sighs. “He’s allowed to pick on you back.”
Tachihara huffs, but calms down just a little. It’s impossible to get him to calm down completely, somehow Tachihara has unlimited energy.
“Anyway, I still can’t believe Shirase just left you like that!”
“Come on Tachi, that was like, three weeks ago, drop it, please,” Chuuya asks. He knows they don’t like Shirase, and sometimes neither does Chuuya, but he’s still his friend. “He’s already apologised anyway, it doesn’t matter now.”
Gin shakes her head. “I wouldn’t expect you to forgive us if we were terrible friends.”
“Please?” Chuuya begs, he really doesn’t want to get into this again. He wanted a nice day out with his friends. “You said you wanted to go somewhere, Gin?” he tries to change the subject.
And while she glares at him, because she knows exactly what he’s doing, she does begin walking off, leaving Tachihara and Chuuya to follow.
What he didn’t expect, was to be brought to the front of an unassuming little shop. There’s absolutely no sign of what’s inside, but Gin seems to know what she’s doing.
When Chuuya looks at Tachihara, he shrugs, following her inside without hesitation.
They walk down a little hallway before it twists to the right and they walk through a set of double doors.
It’s a sex shop.
Why does this always happen to Chuuya?
Tachihara sees him freeze in the doorway and turns around to grin at him. “Oh come on Chuu! You’re not that much of a prude, are you?”
“Shut up!” he tells him, but he can’t hide the burning blush on his face.
He’s probably not as uncomfortable as he would have been if they came here over a month ago-- since then he’s had sex and gotten himself into some kind of relationship, but it’s still nerve-wracking.
Tachihara laughs at him, almost doubling over because he thinks it’s so funny. Well, it’s not!
Gin has already wandered off, Chuuya assumes she knows what she’s here for, and Tachihara jogs to hurry to her side.
And Chuuya isn’t willing to just stand there on his own, so he catches up to them.
It’s awkward though, Chuuya doesn’t really want to know what sex toys his friends are buying, but he also doesn’t want to look so nervous surrounded by shelves of brightly coloured dildos.
There’s shuffling somewhere else in the room, and Chuuya briefly looks over to see a man standing behind the counter. His straight black hair covers most of what Chuuya can see of him, but he sees a lollipop stick sticking out of his mouth as he flicks through a magazine.
He must work here.
Chuuya turns back to find Tachihara holding up the biggest dildo Chuuya has ever seen.
“Holy fuck, how can anyone fit this anywhere!” he says shocked.
Gin slaps him on the shoulder. “Put that down, idiot. Anyway, Chuuya you should consider buying something.”
He shakes his head when Gin looks at him.
“I’m serious! If you won’t go and get laid you should at least buy yourself a toy-- I know you don’t have any!”
Distantly Chuuya hears the sound of the doors opening and closing, another customer maybe, be he doesn’t look. Because that would be weird.
“I don’t need anything, thank you Gin,” he laughs nervously.
“Relax! It’s not that big a deal, ChuuChuu.”
He glares at Tachihara but doesn’t respond. Choosing instead to stuff his hands into his pockets and resolutely ignore everything.
“I’m just saying, I’ve heard this one is good, that’s why I’m getting one,” Gins shrugs waving the box for a vibrator around.
Chuuya would like to politely pass away.
But even with the box in hand, Gin continues to browse the shelves.
There’s quiet talking from somewhere else in the shop, and Chuuya only tries to see who’s entered the store when Tachihara and Gin find themselves in a conversation about types of lube-- a conversation Chuuya would rather have with Dazai if it were ever necessary.
But speak of the Devil-- because stood there, talking with the man behind the counter, is Dazai.
Chuuya finds himself dipping behind Gin so he’s partially hidden behind a shelf.
He doesn’t know why, it’s not like they haven’t slept together, and aren’t planning to again this weekend it’s just… Chuuya feels awkward. And he’s with his friends!
Something still keeps him hesitant in telling them about what happened-- maybe he thinks they’ll overreact. Maybe they will. But it’s a valid assumption considering how they reacted when he told them about kissing Shirase that one time! Though that might have just been because it was Shirase…
Of course, Gin chooses that moment to be done. She gives Chuuya an odd look before peaking her head around the shelf. She looks at Dazai and then turns to look back at Chuuya with an appreciative nod. “Okay, I don’t blame you, he’s hot.”
“Let me look!” Tachihara says a tad too loudly. And he is not subtle in checking Dazai out. “Oh wow, yeah I’m not into men, but he’s sexy.”
“I hate you both,” Chuuya groans.
Gin pats him on the back, but it doesn’t feel very comforting. “Don’t worry Chuuya, one day you’ll find a man.”
He can’t bring himself to tell her that, in some ways, that is his man.
“Why don’t we get you his number?” Tachihara asks. He has a smile on his face that tells Chuuya he plans on asking no matter what and Chuuya has to grab him by the arm.
“No no no-- No, I’m okay, thank you!” But it doesn’t help, Tachihara is already shaking out of his grip and walking up to Dazai, shooting embarrassing finger guns towards Chuuya.
“Excuse me!” he says, hovering by Dazai’s side. “I just wanted to let you know, my friend over there—” Tachihara points at Chuuya and Gin times it perfectly to push him out in the open (he hates them) “—thinks you’re hot! Would you be willing to give him your number?”
Tachihara looks far too pleased with himself and Dazai turns to look at Chuuya with a questioning glance.
Chuuya is sure he looks as embarrassed as he feels, but he gives Dazai a small wave and an awkward smile. “Hi Dazai,” he says quietly, but it’s loud enough to be heard.
Tachihara gasps. “You know him!”
“Yeah…”
“Traitor!”
“Sorry,” Chuuya sighs, gesturing at Tachihara. “He’s an idiot, you can ignore him.” He tries his best to keep calm, despite feeling Gin glaring a hole into his back and Tachihara flapping dramatically around.
Dazai laughs. “That’s alright,” he smiles, “I am surprised to see you here though.” Chuuya flushes. “But I guess that’s a story for another time-- I’m in a bit of a rush. That’s all I need Ranpo-san, thank you.”
Ranpo gives him a mock salute and takes the lollipop from his mouth. “Pleasure, as always.”
He gives Chuuya one final nod before taking a paper bag in hand and leaving the shop. Chuuya is curious about what he bought, and a part of him wonders if it was for him, but he doesn’t want to pry, not with his friends around. So he waits for Gin to buy her vibrator and leaves shortly after.
It’s only when Tachihara has disappeared to the toilet that Gin turns on him again. “You knew him,” she says.
“Yeah…”
“How?”
Chuuya debates saying nothing, or even lying but… he trusts Gin. Gin has been his friend for years almost as long as Shirase and he doesn’t want to lie to her. So he tells her the truth. “He was working at the club Shirase left me at, he helped me figure out what happened and paid for my taxi back to yours,” Chuuya tells her.
“And?” But Gin is Gin, and she’s very good at reading Chuuya.
“…and we may have hooked up…”
“You got laid?” she asks, surprise written all over her face.
Chuuya nods awkwardly. “Please don’t make it a big deal…”
“No-- no I won’t, just… damn, good for you. He was hot.”
He smiles and feels just a little bit lighter. “Just don’t tell Tachi. He still acts like I’m a kid.”
“Oh no, he’d definitely freak out,” she agrees and then she drops it with a wink.
Chuuya should have known Gin would be more chill about it. She’s always been the first to accept Chuuya. She might joke like the rest about him being a prude, but he told her his reason and she understood, better than anyone. Chuuya was scared and Gin stopped making the jokes herself after that.
But of course, Dazai brings it up as soon as the weekend arrives.
“So, you think I’m hot?” he smirks as soon as the front door has shut behind them.
Chuuya gives him a light smack on the arm as he walks past. “Obviously. Tachihara is just an idiot-- he thought he was helping.”
Dazai trails in after him, sinking down onto the couch with a sigh. He holds out a hand and guides Chuuya to sit on his lap. “I am curious,” he says fingers skirting up underneath Chuuya’s shirt. “What were you doing in a sex shop, pet?”
“I was dragged,” Chuuya mutters looping his arms around Dazai’s neck. “What were you buying?”
“Something for you. For tonight.”
Oh, Chuuya likes the sound of that.
“What did you get me?”
“Why don’t we go and find out?” Dazai smirks and he stands up from the couch with Chuuya’s legs wrapped around his waist.
He takes them both upstairs, letting Chuuya vibrate with energy as he’s put back down so Dazai can lead.
They don’t go to his bedroom this time. Rather, he opens a door at the end of the corridor, near the bedroom, gesturing for Chuuya to enter ahead of him.
There’s a large bed in the centre of the far wall and as the light flickers on, Chuuya sees that this is not a regular bedroom.
If he had to call it anything, he’d call it a sex dungeon. And for once, he’s pretty sure he’s right.
The walls are lined with hooks and shelves and ropes and sex toys. So many sex toys.
Chuuya feels Dazai’s presence behind him as the door is shut and the man presses himself to his back. “Welcome to the playroom, pet.”
“I… don’t know what I was expecting,” Chuuya laughs, letting Dazai guide him to sit on the edge of the bed. “Maybe not this? Does every Dom have something like this?”
Dazai shakes his head as he picks up a black box and a loop of rope. “It’s very uncommon, actually. It’s quite expensive, so not many Doms will have their own rooms like this. Public events have private rooms for people to use if they can’t store their own equipment for whatever reason.”
Chuuya nods along, it all looks expensive. He saw how much just a vibrator was at the store, he couldn’t imagine how much everything else was. “Is that my gift?” he asks as Dazai sets both the box and the rope on the bed next to him, giving the permission to touch it. But he doesn’t let Chuuya open the box, not just yet.
“Sort of, it’s to use on you, tonight. You said you wanted bondage, this is probably the most basic bondage you’re going to get,” the man explains. “This rope is hemp. I had to go and get some new stuff earlier-- my other hemp was getting weak, I’ve had it for a while-- so I got some new stuff. This rope is made to be soft on the skin unlike some other ropes, so it’s a good one to start with.”
Chuuya listens as he runs his fingers along the fibres. Feeling the way it bends. Chuuya always imagined rougher rope when he thought about the feeling of it, and he never really considered that there were different types of rope for different types of bondage. But it makes sense.
Dazai lets him feel it without comment, and when Chuuya gets bored of that he turns to the box, waiting for Dazai to nod, letting him open it.
“That is also something we’re going to use tonight,” he says as Chuuya lifts the lid. The smaller box inside slides out smoothly, and sat in the middle is a vibrator.
A big vibrator.
The type you see in porn videos. Long and white, with a round head and buttons down the side and a ‘waterproof’ symbol at the bottom.
“Afterwards you can take that home if you want,” Dazai tells him, “Yours to keep.”
“Are you sure?” Chuuya asks. “This had to be expensive… plus I think I’d be too scared-- what if my roommates hear?”
“Well, you don’t have to use it, but if you wanted to at least it’s there, no?”
“I suppose…”
“Anyway,” Dazai claps and he gestures for Chuuya to stand. “Strip pet, and then I’m going to tie you up.” There’s a grin on his face as he says it. Chuuya knows Dazai is going to get just as much pleasure from this as Chuuya will.
Once he’s naked the fun begins.
He still feels a little awkward about being naked around someone else, but Dazai doesn’t make it weird. He tells Chuuya that he’s beautiful as he takes the rope in hand skilfully and he circles Chuuya to find where he wants to start.
He doesn’t think it’s going to be anything complicated. Not for Chuuya’s first time with anything actually kinky. But he’s still nervous.
Chuuya does everything Dazai asks; moves his arms as desired, lets himself be guided backonto the bed, flat on his back with his arms stretched over his head.
He feels more exposed than ever before, with his thighs tied so he can’t close them, arms securely tied to the headboard. But everything feels like more-- more sensation, more sensitivity, more pleasure from each drag of Dazai’s fingers over his skin as it breaks out in goosebumps. Every light touch sends bolts of sensation through his body, straight to his cunt, where he’s already sure he’s dripping.
It’s insane-- Chuuya sighs as Dazai’s hands smooth down his side after he finishes tying the last bit of rope and then he sits back to admire his work with a satisfied glint in his eye.
“You look beautiful, baby,” he says quietly. “Does anything need loosening? Or is it all okay?”
Chuuya tugs at his wrists, his breath catching in his throat as they stay put. “Doesn’t hurt,” he whispers, staring up at Dazai. “I’m okay.”
“Good. You remember the traffic light system I told you about?”
“Green for good, orange for slow down, red for stop.”
“Very good,” Dazai pats him on the hip, “Remember that there’s nothing wrong with saying red, alright? I’m not going to be upset if you have to safeword.”
Chuuya knows, but he also knows he would feel guilty, he said that before, when Dazai was telling him about it. That if Chuuya had to stop and Dazai didn’t get to finish he’d feel bad, feel like he was disappointing him somehow, but Dazai had tried to assure him that it didn’t matter and that Chuuya’s comfort came first.
He nods though, if he needs to, he will. He knows how important it is.
“Are you ready to get started then?”
“Yes Daddy,” Chuuya grins, wriggling his hips. Dazai laughs-- seriously laughs-- and Chuuya loves it.
He’s a little surprised he actually likes calling Dazai that-- he did give him other options, but he does actually like it. Obviously, Chuuya’s watched porn where the word daddy is moaned too loud and too fake for it to be hot, but it doesn’t feel as weird to say it himself. Strangely.
Dazai grabs the vibrator and a new bottle of lube, turning it over to dribble lube down Chuuya’s cunt. He rubs it through his folds with his fingers, circling Chuuya’s clit with his thumb and dipping it into his entrance with slow practised movements.
“The goal tonight is to see how many times we can get you to come, alright baby?” Dazai says still playing with Chuuya’s pussy. “You mentioned you’d like to try overstimulation on that little checklist you filled out, so that’s what we’re doing-- of course, if you realise you don’t like it, you safeword.”
Chuuya nods again, his eyes following the vibrator in Dazai’s hand as the head is dragged through his folds.
It isn’t even on yet, but Chuuya is shaking already. He’s never used a toy. He doesn’t know how strong it’s going to be and he won’t be able to physically move away from it. He has no idea what to expect.
He can’t wait.
Dazai’s thumb hovers over the on button of the vibrator, teasing Chuuya without even pressing it. Letting the tension build, until Chuuya doesn’t know when he’s going to turn it on. It’s infuriating, but he knows that this is part of the game.
The waiting. The torment.
Then Dazai presses the button, turning the vibrator onto the lowest setting.
Chuuya gasps as he’s immediately flooded with pleasure, his entire body beginning to vibrate, legs twitching and muscles flexing.
That’s the lowest setting?
Oh god.
Dazai chuckles at him, keeping one of his thighs pressed to the bed with one hand while the other circles Chuuya’s clit with the vibrator.
But he does get used to it. After a few minutes, it doesn’t feel as intense. It’s nice but it’s nowhere near enough to get him off. Chuuya needs more.
And Dazai knows that.
He presses the head directly to Chuuya’s clit and flicks the switch again, turning it up a setting.
Chuuya yelps.
It goes from a low constant buzzing, just enough to feel and enjoy, to something stronger, something he can feel in his bones.
Dazai’s hand slides up his thigh, resting his palm over Chuuya’s stomach-- covering his stomach-- and he says, “Keep breathing, baby. It’ll help.”
Chuuya tries.
But it’s difficult.
Focusing on his breathing feels like ignoring the pleasure and he doesn’t want to do that. Chuuya wants to feel it all, but Dazai’s hand stays on his stomach, watching him breathe, the rise and fall of his chest, as he swirls the vibrator around Chuuya’s clit and passes it over his entrance.
Fine.
He’ll focus on his damn breathing.
When he finally thinks he’s got it under control-- no holding his breath or gasping for air-- Dazai turns it up again.
It suddenly becomes so much harder to breatheagain.
Dazai’s thumb rubs circles on his stomach, but the muscles lurch and tense every time the vibrator makes contact with his clit and Chuuya feels like he’s going insane.
“Oh god—” he whines, the muscles in his thighs tensing. But his calves stay tied to his thighs and his legs can’t move with Dazai between them, keeping one still and pressed to the bed, while his hand covers Chuuya’s stomach to prevent his hips from bucking into the feeling.
Dazai knows what Chuuya needs.
He doesn’t know how but he does. He swirls the head around Chuuya’s clit until the head of the vibrator is glistening with slick and Chuuya is twitching, desperately trying to move.
It feels like he’s being hurled off of a cliff.
That sudden rush of pleasure and arousal hitting him and forcing him over the edge without any warning. It’s so intense. So overwhelming. And Dazai doesn’t stop or move the vibrator, instead, he seems to hold it against his clit even closer but Chuuya knows that’s not possible-- it’s just his imagination-- but it’s so strong.
He throws his head back with a moan as the vibrations continue to flood every nerve in his body.
“Good boy,” Dazai coos when Chuuya’s muscles relax again. His stomach no longer tensing and flexing as much. There’s so much pleasure, Chuuya isn’t used to it, but with the orgasm trailing off, it’s not as bad as the moment it peaked. He can’t fully control the way his body reacts though, and it flinches with every brush of too sensitive skin.
Dazai doesn’t seem to mind. He presses on with his goal, the vibrations getting stronger again as it’s flicked onto the next setting up.
And Chuuya isn’t given a break. He doubts he’s going to get one at any point unless he specifically asks for it. Dazai wants him to come as many times as possible and Chuuya doesn’t know how long that’s going to take, but he’s very willing to try.
“You’re doing very well, baby,” Dazai says lowly, his voice barely louder than the buzzing of the vibrator.
These vibrations are so much stronger again. Chuuya can’t even imagine the highest setting.
He’s quickly built up to his second orgasm and his breath is knocked from his chest. His mind spins as his muscles flex and tense and his legs try to kick out when the vibrations still don’t stop. Dazai holds his hips down and continues to stroke over Chuuya’s clit with the head. Letting it buzz into his soul.
Chuuya is soaking. He can feel it dripping down his ass, can hear it even. The squelching and slick wet sounds from where the vibrator touches his pussy, when Dazai trails it lower and lets it buzz at his entrance.
Then he pulls it away, giving Chuuya the slightest bit of relief.
“How are you feeling so far baby,” Dazai asks him, turning off the vibrator so he can run his hands along Chuuya’s bound thighs. “Ropes not digging in?”
“A little,” Chuuya wriggles. His chest is still heaving from the force of the last orgasm but he knows he can have better. Dazai has shown him that. “But it’s not bad.”
“Okay… let me know if that changes,” Dazai says, leaning down into his space.
Chuuya happily leans up (as best he can) to meet Dazai’s lips and moans happily into the kiss.
He really has come to love kissing. Well-- kissing Dazai. He hasn’t kissed anyone else, so he can only really say that he enjoys kissing Dazai.
He’s so sweet and gentle, no matter what they’re doing and he never tries to quicken the pace or force Chuuya into something.
And Chuuya thinks he’s gotten pretty good too! Or at the very least, better than he was, Dazai doesn’t seem to have any complaints, not when he likes to try and get his mouth on Chuuya’s every chance he gets.
Dazai’s tongue slips past Chuuya’s parted lips with a quiet exhale, meeting the redhead’s halfway, tracing the points of his teeth, keeping Chuuya breathless and wanting.
But just as Chuuya goes to try and push against him-- to kiss him harder and demand even more-- Dazai turns on the vibrator, already once again held against his clit.
Chuuya didn’t even feel him move it back!?
He jolts with a cry. His head pushing back against the pillow as his back arches into the feeling and the vibrations. Every muscle tensing in surprise and pleasure.
Dazai sits back on his heels with a pleased hum, smiling to himself as he watches Chuuya writhe on the bed, tied up and held in place by the ropes snaking around his thighs and wrists.
A part of him is surprised by just how quickly Chuuya adapted to something kinkier. But then again, he seems the type to want to please, and that’s always a wonderful quality in a sub.
He whines quietly but doesn’t call out to stop or take a break. Dazai is watching out for it though-- he doesn’t know exactly how much Chuuya can take, he doesn't want to miss a sign of pain or discomfort. But maybe he’s being too cautious.
Chuuya seems very happy.
Dazai counts four more, consecutive orgasms before Chuuya begins shaking his head. weakly.
“’s too much,” he whines, his wrists twisting in the ropes holding him to the headboard. “Please! Too much!”
“You know what to say if you need to stop though, don’t you?” Dazai asks, carefully moving the vibrator away from the redhead’s clit for a moment, letting him catch his breath and regain some thoughts.
“Red—”
“And do you need to use it?”
Chuuya shakes his head with heaving breaths.
“Are you sure? It’s alright if you need to, baby,” Dazai feels the need to remind him. Chuuya seems eager to please and it’s obvious he doesn’t want to disappoint, but safe-wording is not disappointing, Dazai needs to make him realise that.
He shakes his head again, eyes fluttering open to look up at Dazai-- he’s beautiful like this, Dazai realises. So soft and pretty, flaming hair spread out across the pillow-- and he whispers, “I’m okay. ‘s just a lot-- not used to it.”
“I know, baby,” Dazai coos, leaning down to drop a kiss to Chuuya’s forehead. “You can give me a few more though, can't you?”
He nods along desperately, trying to reach up and catch Dazai’s lips with his own– and Dazai indulges him, slotting his lips between Chuuya’s sweetly. His tongue slipping inside to lap at Chuuya’s before sucking his bottom lip.
Chuuya pants into Dazai’s mouth and he jolts with a muffled whine when he moves the vibrator back to his clit. But he's a good boy, and he doesn’t complain. He's clearly struggling, not used to so many orgasms so quickly, but he takes it all wonderfully and pushes through it with deep breaths when Dazai pulls away to give him the space to breathe.
He squirms and he whines but he never safewords, and Dazai finds himself feeling so proud.
Proud that he was able to give such a lovely thing an enjoyable first step into kink, but also proud because Chuuya has taken it all so well. Dazai would usually expect hundreds of questions and pauses and breaks with anyone else (not that he would mind), but Chuuya hasn't needed that.
As another orgasm builds up in Chuuya, Dazai finally lets himself feel his own arousal. His hard cock pressed against the seam of his jeans, the friction both painful and not quite enough. Dazai decides that this is the last one.
Chuuya can come one more time, and then it's Dazai’s turn.
He presses the button on the side of the vibrator, turning the vibrations up one more time, to the very max.
Chuuya squeals, sobbing as he shakes his head desperately. “Daddy!--” he whines, his hair getting tangled beneath his head on the pillow. “Please-- too much!”
“One more,” Dazai promises, dropping a gentle kiss to his stomach as the muscles flex and tense under the skin. “One more and then I'll fuck you baby.”
Chuuya sobs, but he still doesn’t tap out.
It doesn’t take long for him to come again. He's so sensitive and fucked stupid he can't keep himself together.
And he looks wonderful.
Dazai holds the vibrator to his clit as he shakes through one final orgasm. His chest heaving and his eyes wet and glassy.
He’s a vision, and Dazai gets it all to himself.
How brilliant.
When Chuuya goes limp, his arms and legs falling still with a low whine, Dazai moves the vibrator. Switching it off and putting it one the other side of the bed.
He leans back down, resting his lips against Chuuya’s stomach, feeling as the redhead’s heartbeat begins to return to a more normal speed beneath his lips and he sighs sleepily.
“Are you going to fuck me?” he asks quietly, lifting his head so he can blink down at Dazai.
“If you think you can handle it.” Chuuya nods.
That’s good enough for Dazai.
He slips two fingers inside Chuuya, sinking them down to the knuckle with ease. The slick, warmth tightening around him but he's so nice and relaxed and loose. So easy. All of his consecutive orgasms helping him open up around the digits without any stretching.
Chuuya moans happily as another finger slips in alongside the first two, stretching him ever so slightly wider, until the fourth sinks in just as easily as the first two.
Dazai doesn’t waste time on unnecessary prep. Chuuya can take him. He has before, and he can again.
The redhead whines sleepily as he watches Dazai unbuckle his belt and shove his trousers down his thighs. Chuuya’s thighs are parted nice and wide around Dazai’s hips, and he can feel the rope against his own skin. It’s rare that Dazai indulges in feeling the ropes himself-- outside of testing them to make sure they’re soft enough for his partner-- and it’s surprisingly nice. Though he can’t help but feel like if he stayed in the same position as Chuuya for just as long, he’d end up with serious cramps.
Dazai grabs a condom from his pocket and rolls it onto himself with a sigh.
Then he lets himself sink inside the redhead until his pelvis is flush with Chuuya’s ass and all he can feel is the tight, wet heat of him all around.
Dazai doesn’t know what he's done to deserve to get such an angel under his hands, but he is so thankful.
Chuuya is lovely.
All soft skin and sweet noises, and he clenches around Dazai perfectly.
Dazai doesn't need much to come really, not after watching Chuuya unravel under his hands-- that has done more than enough for his cock already, and he doesn’t need much stimulation to tip him over the edge. Not after such a wonderful performance from the redhead.
Dazai groans quietly, pressing his forehead to the smooth planes of Chuuya’s stomach as he forces himself to hold on just a little bit longer. Until he can’t stop himself any longer and he spills inside the condom. Coming with a deep groan of pleasure, feeling all of the tension in his muscles melt out of him.
Chuuya continues to whine and mewl, and Dazai brings his fingers to the redhead’s clit to drive him into another orgasm one final time– and yes he did say the last one was final, but Chuuya’s clearly needed one more, to drop him down and into a comfortableempty haze.
He comes around Dazai’s softening cock with a sweet exhale, and then his eyes flutter closed.
He's fallen asleep, Dazai realises as he pulls out, tying the condom and throwing it away. Chuuya has fallen asleep.
…That’s cute.
But Dazai needs to make sure he’s alright, so he does have to wake him up.
He unties the redhead’s arms and legs carefully, massaging the muscles and red indents from the rope carefully. Chuuya huffs and sighs in his sleep, but stays relatively still, and it’s easy enough to lift him up into his arms and run a warm bath.
“Hey,” Dazai murmurs, stroking Chuuya’s hair back as he soaks in the bath, slowly waking up. “How are you feeling?”
Chuuya nods before he whispers, “Good.”
“Anything hurt?”
“My pussy aches,” he laughs quietly, “and my arms, a little, but I'm fine.”
Dazai smiles, still gently petting at his hair. “Well, I can get you something to help with your arms at least.”
“Thank you,” Chuuya hums, slipping further under the water until the lower half of his face is submerged. He blinks happily up at Dazai as he carefully lifts his arms to wash them. Gently rubbing a washcloth over his shoulders and neck, lifting away the sweat and grime and soothing the red marks left by the ropes.
Eventually, the water cools, and Chuuya is forced to leave. But Dazai satiates his grumbling with a warm towel from the radiator and helps dry his hair.
He’s lovely. So soft under his hands, so sweet and pliant even outside of bed. He hums happily and leans into Dazai’s touch, letting him brush out his hair and dry it methodically with the hairdryer. He slowly drifts asleep as Dazai works through his hair. His eyes falling shut with sleepy sighs and murmurs.
And Dazai carries him through to his room afterwards. Tucking Chuuya under the sheets before climbing in behind him.
–
When Chuuya wakes up he’s hit with the strange feeling of deja vu.
He stretches and yawns, seeking out the warmth of the bedsheets, looking for Dazai. But just like last time, the man isn't there.
He dozes off for a while, stretching and rolling over until he’s wrapped even tighter in blankets and warmth. And then Dazai walks into the room, carrying a glass of cool water.
“Hello sleepyhead,” he whispers as he crouches by the side of the bed, tucking a stray hair behind Chuuya’s ear as he places the glass on the bed stand. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Chuuya hums, considering the question. He feels good, just like last night. And incredibly well rested. He feels like he’s slept forever. It's lovely.
He settles on, “Comfy,” and Dazai grins.
“You like my bed, huh?”
“Very much,” Chuuya smiles back, though it feels more like a lazy smile than one that matches Dazai’s sharp, hot smirk.
“Well, I am happy to hear that.”
Chuuya could live in this bed, he thinks, snuggling into the duvet.
It's also nice to know that he can come and see Dazai more. Knowing that he hasn't been turned away, that they have a contract. It’s nice, Chuuya is wanted-- sexually!-- and he isn’t used to it.
Before Dazai, he could only dream of that.
It's still odd to Chuuya, knowing that he isn't a virgin anymore. Hell-- he's now gotten involved in kink! Something he certainly never expected.
“You wanna go back to sleep?” Dazai asks, tucking the blanket in under Chuuya’s chin. “You can if you want, it’s Sunday, there’s no rush.”
Chuuya nods and Dazai picks up the glass again, helping Chuuya sit up to sip at the water. “We can talk about everything later-- discuss what you liked, what you didn’t like. But later.”
Chuuya smiles happily as he settles back into the sheets. His eyes close as he sinks into the warmth and he feels peace.
Then the bed dips and the long, warm body of Dazai settles behind him. Wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his lips to the back of Chuuya’s neck.
And he falls back asleep, content.