Always Summer #7

always summer #7

always summer #7: creampie | bungou stray dogs |🎩🤕 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1400 words

They’d stayed up most of the night, smoking and drinking and just enjoying each other’s company, but Dazai had grown silent in the early hours of dawn. Chuuya sprawled in the chair he’d dragged to the French doors that opened out to a small private balcony; he was most of the way through his pack of cigarettes, an empty bottle of Jack laying on its side on the table beside his ashtray.

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“You still awake, shitty Dazai?” Chuuya flicked his cigarette into the ashtray and stood. The morning air drifting through the doors was misty, cooler than he expected, but still thick and heavy with humidity. He leaned against the tiny balcony’s railing and exhaled; there were ducks flying overhead, distant specks landing in the water, honking faintly.

He heard the bed creak as his bandage-wasting machine rolled off and joined him sluggishly on the balcony. They’d meant to sleep, he was sure of it, but he’d gone all the way through drunk and come out the other side, the hangover starting to rear its unwanted head. “It’s morning,” Dazai said, sounding fresh, even if he looked like he’d just been excavated by Carter. “Why is it morning?”

“Well,” Chuuya scratched his jaw. “We got shitfaced drunk and somehow didn’t fuck or fall asleep. I’m not sure how that happened, either.”

“There’s still time to make those happen,” Dazai murmured, sliding in close, and Chuuya pushed Dazai’s face away with his hand. “Come on,” he whined, and Chuuya made a face.

“Your breath is atrocious,” he said, and Dazai whimpered, wrapping around him like a koala. “I’m serious, Dazai, go fucking gargle toothpaste or something, shit. I’m not kissing you.”

It spoke to the level of horniness that Dazai actually disengaged and wandered across the room without further bellyaching. There was a small water closet adjoining, just the toilet and sink, because there was a fucking heart-shaped jacuzzi in the goddamned room, with mirrors and everything. Dazai left the door open as he took a leak and, also, brushed his teeth. Chuuya turned around, hooking his elbows over the rail, eyebrow raised.

“You must really want to fuck,” he said, impressed.

“You? Always.” Dazai leaned out of the bathroom and gave him a sultry grin, which would be more effective if he wasn’t clad in boxer shorts and bandages that were a fucking mess. It was effective enough, however, because he allowed Dazai to join him on the porch, framing his body, hands on either side of his elbows and head tilted down to kiss him.

Chuuya caught one of the loose loops of bandage that crossed Dazai’s chest, cocking his head slightly and licking his lips.

“I could do you right here,” Dazai murmured, head tilted down and in, eyes dark. “Spread you open against the railing; you can watch the sun come up over the trees while I fuck you stupid.”

Chuuya bit his bottom lip, the smirk escaping despite himself. “You know where the condoms an’ lube are.”

The sky lightened slowly, crept from grey and misty to a pink and coral dawn. Chuuya leaned against the railing, forearms pressed to the smooth rail and head down as Dazai kissed up his neck, three fingers deep and crooked just right, making his knees tremble with every flex.

“Look at you,” Dazai murmured appreciatively, breath stirring his hair, dangling down over his shoulder. “You’re so high-strung, my gorgeous little slug—”

Chuuya elbowed back blindly, but Dazai was too quick for him. “Don’t call me that when we’re doing this,” Chuuya grunted, and bit back a less inventive curse when Dazai pushed his fingers in deep again. His cock bobbed, drooling from the head, and he shifted the weight he had pressed against his arms to wrap his hand around himself and give his neglected cock a few enthusiastic tugs.

“Ah-ah, that’s cheating,” Dazai hummed, fingers withdrawing and slick hand catching Chuuya by the wrist.

Chuuya glared at him over his shoulder and rolled his eyes when Dazai kissed the tip of his nose. “Can you just,” he shifted his weight again, going up on the balls of his feet because Dazai was taller (fuck! him!), and was gratified when Dazai released his wrist and put both his hands on Chuuya’s hips.

It shouldn’t be this good, and yet.

He breathed out slow and steady and Dazai murmured affectionate nonsense into his ear, keeping him hiked up on the balls of his feet as he pressed in, their bodies comfortable with each other.

“Chuuya,” Dazai breathed into his shoulder, voice reverent, and Chuuya would laugh but he felt too good, Dazai angled just right, and instead knocked his head back, smacking into Dazai’s unintentionally. “Fuck!”

“Yeah,” Chuuya groaned. “That’s the spirit.”

And oh, did they fuck. Dazai knew how to work him over just right, kept pushing him toward the edge and then slowing, drawing him back, keeping him from cresting over. He would have kicked Dazai if his knees weren’t gone to jelly, held up somehow by the railing and Dazai’s cock and little else. Sunlight was beginning to dapple the trees by the time Dazai got tired of his little game and kept driving home until Chuuya was gone, electricity scattering through his limbs like stars.

Dazai followed quickly after, arms wrapped around Chuuya’s chest, hips jerking erratically—and Chuuya moaned when he finally came, buried deep. He hung his head and panted loud, Dazai wrapped around him still, cock throbbing inside as he started to go soft.

Chuuya lifted his head.

Dazai slipped out finally and Chuuya did kick, caught him just above the knee and he staggered back, yelping like an injured animal.

“You fucker,” Chuuya said, rivulets of frothy white running down the insides of his thighs as Dazai’s load began to succumb to gravity. “You diseased cocksucker. I told you to get a condom!”

Dazai leaned back against the door, nursing his poor, abused leg. “You only asked if I knew where they were,” he defended himself, eyes locked between Chuuya’s legs and clearly enjoying his handiwork.

“You knew exactly what I meant, asshole!”

“But you look so good like this,” Dazai licked his lips and ducked as Chuuya took a swing at him. “It’s not like you can’t use your ability to deal with it. I’ve seen you do it before, it’s hot.”

“Fuck you!”

“If you yell any louder, you’re going to wake everyone else,” Dazai said, and wisely retreated back into the room.

~*~

Chuuya took care of his business in the bathroom, cleaning out expertly because Dazai was right and he had used his gravity ability to encourage a hasty exit, but the last thing he wanted was to admit it, so he kicked off his soiled boxers and climbed into the four-poster bed beside Dazai, naked. Sunlight drifted through the doors that they’d left standing open.

“Mm,” Dazai hummed as Chuuya flopped next to him, refusing to use Dazai’s outstretched arm as a pillow. “Doesn’t Atsushi-kun want to go on that hike today? We should freshen up.”

“Yeah, hard pass,” Chuuya said, eyes already half-mast. “Go put a note on the door. Tell them we’re dead.”

He was asleep before Dazai returned to the bed, closing the French doors and drawing the blinds against the morning sunlight. Despite that, he still turned in toward Dazai, who put his arms around Chuuya and held him, while he slept.

~*~

“You should have left the note up so he could see it,” Akutagawa said as Atsushi shredded the paper into tiny pieces. “It would have been entertaining to watch Chuuya make Dazai eat it.”

“I don’t want to think about that,” Atsushi declared. “Just like I don’t ever want to think about a note that says Chuuya-san got his ass blasted and can’t walk ever again.” He made a face at himself for even speaking it aloud, shuddered once, and retrieved a water from the fridge. “I also don’t want to be here when they do wake up.”

“You are awfully perky for someone who woke me up after barely three hours of sleep just to listen to sex noises.”

Atsushi flushed red. “Can we just go? I don’t want to think about that, either.”

“Yet you woke me to listen to it.” Akutagawa tilted his head, giving Atsushi a lazy smirk. “I much prefer the noises you make; I still think I should have made you drown them out.”

“Akutagawa.”

“What? I guarantee you’d enjoy it.” Akutagawa closed the door behind them, clearly put out at Atsushi’s reaction to the suggestion. “Well, you would.”