Dazai's teeth snap at his lip, and Jouno gives a small sound of approval, hand squeezing more tightly around the other's throat. He's well aware of how dangerous choking can be, knows exactly the right spots to press if he wants to kill Dazai quickly, but that's part of what entices him. The thrill of a game of life or death between the two of them.
Dazai either trusts him to be careful or he hopes that Jouno will lose control one day and actually kill him.
His free hand slides in between them, nails scraping against bandages, loosening them as they go. Dazai's scars are nothing to him. In the life they're from, scars are normal. Beyond that, he's well aware of Dazai's interest in suicide. It's one of the things he finds fascinating -- someone who wants to taste death so badly, but yet, persists on living. Jouno has always been the opposite. He loves life, loves figuring out what makes humanity the way it is. More than that, he loves watching it crumble, seeing the darkest side of it.
Perhaps that's his true interest in Dazai. Dazai could easily be considered the darkest side of humanity, just in a different way than Jouno normally chases.
His hips slide against Dazai's again, this time his growing erection pressing into the other. He deepens the kiss, red-tipped hair falling forward and brushing against Dazai's face.
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Date: 2022-05-09 09:48 am (UTC)Dazai either trusts him to be careful or he hopes that Jouno will lose control one day and actually kill him.
His free hand slides in between them, nails scraping against bandages, loosening them as they go. Dazai's scars are nothing to him. In the life they're from, scars are normal. Beyond that, he's well aware of Dazai's interest in suicide. It's one of the things he finds fascinating -- someone who wants to taste death so badly, but yet, persists on living. Jouno has always been the opposite. He loves life, loves figuring out what makes humanity the way it is. More than that, he loves watching it crumble, seeing the darkest side of it.
Perhaps that's his true interest in Dazai. Dazai could easily be considered the darkest side of humanity, just in a different way than Jouno normally chases.
His hips slide against Dazai's again, this time his growing erection pressing into the other. He deepens the kiss, red-tipped hair falling forward and brushing against Dazai's face.