college au

[dressing]

Dazai doesn't really remember how this started. One minute, he and Jouno were going at each other, snide comments and passive aggression, and the next, they're meeting up at least once a week to either study, or to fuck. Would he call this a 'friends with benefits' situation? Not really. There are benefits, sure, but he'd hardly call Jouno a friend except where said 'friend' can overhear it, because Dazai knows it would annoy him. Thus, not friends.

But there certainly are benefits. Jouno's not a bad lay, and Dazai doesn't really have the sort of personality that permits him to find a steady date, not does he want one. Getting someone to go home with him, or take him home, requires effort, and there's a chance of it being terrible; at least with Jouno, he knows what he's getting, and it's fun. There are spoken and unspoken agreements, and someone to match Dazai's terrible personality.

They're having one of those weekly sessions now; Dazai lounges on his bed, scrolling his phone while he waits for the knock on the door. He's got work to do for classes, but it's really nothing he can't hastily complete the night before with a good amount of caffeine, so whatever. This is much more important.

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[dressing]

"It's open," Dazai calls out, because getting up to unlock the door would be too much work, so he'd simply left it open. If someone who shouldn't be there wanders in, then he'll deal with it. If it's not Jouno... well, maybe a threesome is on the table. He hasn't cleaned up at all--there are too many bottles of sneaked-in alcohol in the room, but it's not like anyone is going to come in and scold him for it, so.

At least his bed is clean! Not made, but it's clean. And that's what matters, since that's what he's going to be using. Dazai couldn't care less what Jouno thinks of the state of his room, as long as he's not knocking into things or tripping over clothes on the floor. All the clothes are in the hamper, at the very least.

[pricelesstears]

Jouno hates Dazai's room, and his nose immediately wrinkles when stepping foot inside. Taking off his shoes, he takes note of the mess around him. "Your room stinks," he comments, each step towards Dazai's bed careful and calculated. He's slipped on one of Dazai's bottles before, and he's never truly recovered from the embarrassment. Failing at getting around is one of the things that actually, genuinely bothers Jouno.

"Move over," he demands, once he's reached the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. There's no pretense that he'd there for anything but what he is. While they occasionally study together, Jouno has no intention of doing so now.

The smile gracing his features hasn't left, but it's twisted, not at all the smile one would give a friend. His hand finds Dazai's chest, fingers drifting over it. "I have every intention of taking my week out on you."

[dressing]

Dazai knows that Jouno hates his room, which is one of the reasons he never bothers cleaning it. He does try and keep the floor clear now, though, because as shitty as Dazai is, he only wants to cause problems that someone can fairly deal with. So, he's not going to air his room out before Jouno gets here; that's fair.

"You're just as charming as ever." Dazai moves over slightly, allowing Jouno to perch on the bed or lay down if he so chooses. They never talk about what they're going to do beforehand, so it's always a surprise, particularly when Jouno has had a bad week. Or Dazai, for that matter. Really, half the time this is just them taking out stress on each other.

Jouno's hand is warm; Dazai doesn't push it away. There's no need to be wary of intimacy here, because there's nothing emotional behind it; Dazai would never date a man like Jouno, because he's too similar to himself. And Dazai knows he's probably the worst sort of person to date.

"Aw, did you have a bad week?" He pushes himself into a half-sitting position, propped on his elbows, phone forgotten on the bed. "Tell me about it."

[pricelesstears]

Instead of lying down, Jouno moves to roll over so he's on top of Dazai, sitting on his waist with his legs on either side of him. With Dazai half-sitting, their faces are close, but Jouno makes no move to lean in and close the gap.

Dating has never been something on Jouno's mind, much less with someone like Dazai. His focus is school and on the destruction of others. The emotional availability required for a relationship is something that Jouno is sure that he lacks entirely. It's never bothered him -- arrangements like this, like the one he has with Dazai, are more than enough for him.

Jouno reaches into his back pocket to withdraw a switchblade, flicking it open and shut in quick succession. It's dangerously close to Dazai's cheek, but Jouno's not worried -- he has excellent control of it, and even if it were to slip and cut Dazai, the other wouldn't mind. If anything, he'd probably enjoy it.

"I'm tutoring now," Jouno answers, not sure why he's bothering to tell Dazai anything at all. "My roommate. It's... more frustrating than I had bargained for." Tetchō is obedient, just... dense.

"Did you find a subject for our psychology project?"

[dressing]

Dazai is also not a fan of emotional availability, but probably not for the same reasons as Jouno. He's not necessarily going to divulge his reasons to someone who makes it his business to pick people apart, but it's also convenient in that neither of them is expecting anything to come out of this. It's a good stress relief, and Dazai does enjoy sex; he just doesn't enjoy the part where he drops off the face of the earth in an attempt to ghost whoever it was he'd slept with. Thoroughly bothersome.

That, and he finds most people are a bit more... vanilla than Jouno is. Case in point: he's brought a knife with him, Dazai's eyes following the shine of the blade as it flicks open and closed. He doesn't flinch, unconcerned about the possibility of being cut. As much as they butt heads, Dazai does trust that Jouno wouldn't actually disfigure him. He has a reputation, after all.

"You're tutoring? You?" Dazai laughs like he finds it hilarious. Who in the world would ask Jouno to tutor them? "Why did you agree if you find it so frustrating?"

His hands come up, settle themselves on Jouno's hips. "I might have, but asking him seems like it'll be more trouble than it's worth. I don't want him to get the wrong idea, you know." He drums his fingers on Jouno's hips. "Have you found one?"

[pricelesstears]

Jouno eventually settles on leaving the knife open, the sharp blade reflecting in the dim dorm room lighting. Dazai is right to trust him at least that much. Jouno only does what he can get away with, and right now, that isn't cutting up the face of his 'study' partner.

"I don't know," Jouno answers, irritation clear in his voice. He despises being laughed at, and really, he has no clue why he'd agreed to help Tetchō. "I suppose I was feeling generous."

Jouno moves so the knife finds the hem of Dazai's shirt, cutting a small hole just at the hem. He doesn't bother to ask if it's a shirt Dazai likes; he doesn't care if it is. The blade cuts swiftly through the fabric, careful not to scratch any of the bandages that Jouno knows lies beneath.

"You're considering asking Nakahara-san then." Jouno doesn't need confirmation; Dazai is predictable in that way. As much as he and Chuuya bicker, Jouno isn't unaware that there's something there beneath the fighting. What that something is simply remains to be seen. "That sounds like a headache."

Flipping the switchblade closed for now, Jouno pushes the sleeves of Dazai's now open shirt down over his shoulders. "I'm interviewing my roommate. It's what I exchanged for helping him study." A laugh follows, small but audible. "At least it will be a fairly simple project."

[dressing]

"You were feeling generous?" Dazai's voice is very clearly skeptical, letting Jouno know he doesn't believe it. He clicks his tongue when the knife cuts a hole in the hem of his shirt; it's not one he likes, because Dazai knows Jouno doesn't give a shit about destroying his clothes, but it's still something he wears. "You ought to pay me for all the shirts you've ruined since we started doing this."

Not that Dazai really needs him to. They both come from families with money; Dazai just doesn't really use his. He's got no interest in fancy things. He lives with the bare minimum simply because he doesn't care to have more, which is why shopping for clothes Jouno ruins is such a pain.

"I'm offended you think I'd ask him." Dazai keeps himself still while Jouno cuts away at the fabric, though he neither confirms nor denies. It's a sharp knife. "All the girls I've asked have outright denied me."

The air is cool even against the bandages underneath his shirt; Dazai shifts his body to make it easier, not in the mood to fight right now. They've done that before, though. "Is this the same roommate you're tutoring? I can't believe you, of all people, would want anything to be simple."

Dazai knows very well that Jouno likes to dig deep, to try and crack people open and dig at their worst. It's possibly one of the reason they're 'friends', though Jouno hasn't managed to do it to Dazai just yet. The rot there run fairly deep.

[pricelesstears]

"I can be kind." The smile on Jouno's face is anything but. It's not a complete lie. Jouno can be kind when the reward is something he wants. For praise and admiration, he'll adopt any personality he needs to on the surface. It's why his professors all tend to think highly of him. The ones he hasn't torn down, at least.

"If you don't want me to destroy your clothing, you shouldn't be wearing any when I get here." Neither guilt nor any hint of an apology creep into Jouno's voice. While he could easily buy Dazai a new wardrobe a hundred times over, he never would. Sliding the knife back in his pocket, he returns his attention to Dazai's chest, this time feeling over the bandages to see if he can determine any new wounds. When he finds one, he presses his thumb against it roughly.

He doesn't need a denial; he knows that he's almost certainly right. Though, Dazai probably had asked his fair share of girls. Dazai came on strong with women -- he'd probably asked for a double suicide at the end of the project. Really, Jouno probably should have chosen Dazai as his subject. He's interesting in the way many people were not. "They were smart then," Jouno comments nonchalantly, tilting his thumb to dig the nail into the bandage.

"Even simple people have a breaking point." It's just not always as rewarding to find.

"Besides, I'm a little curious," he admits. "I've never met someone as stupid as he is."

[dressing]

Well, that's fair. Dazai might very well just be naked next time Jouno comes over; it'll save his clothes at the very least. And Jouno is one of the few people Dazai doesn't care about being naked around--not because he can't see anything amiss, but because even if he could, he certainly wouldn't care. Or he might, in the capacity that it makes Dazai an interesting subject to try and pry open, but Dazai isn't planning on letting that go anywhere. He's studying psychology, not intending to become a guinea pig for someone else.

There's a hiss when Jouno's thumb presses against a fresh cut, one Dazai had lazily given himself the day before. He professes to dislike pain, but Dazai only minimally complains when Jouno does things like this; if he really hated it, they wouldn't be here. "Perhaps," Dazai agrees, and his teeth catch his lip when Jouno presses with his nail. He refuses to admit it hurts.

"You'll get bored of it," Dazai declares, shifting to try and roll his body up against Jouno's where the man straddles his hips. "Trust me. Stupidity doesn't hide anything deeper. No matter how hard you try and figure out what's under there, you won't find anything. I speak from experience."

[pricelesstears]

The hiss is enough for Jouno, who licks his lips as a result of it. The fact that Dazai never admits when it hurts makes it all the more interesting to hurt him. Dazai is most likely right. Jouno prefers people he can peel back the layers of. If there are no layers, if there's nothing to peel sliver by sliver, then it's pointless in the end. It's why he'd always been disappointed when rival criminals broke immediately back home, when he's been allowed to sit in on (and occasionally participate) in torture sessions.

His hips roll down to meet Dazai's. "Fortunately," he speaks as he moves a hand to Dazai's throat, holding it tightly, "I can quit any time I want." If Tetchō is too boring, then it isn't like he has to keep his promise of helping him.

Talking, though, is becoming increasingly more annoying so Jouno shuts Dazai up the best way he knows how. He presses his lips to the other's, tightening his grip on Dazai's throat. It isn't enough to cut off airflow, but it will be soon.

[dressing]

While Dazai can certainly get his rocks off elsewhere, there's something he gets with Jouno that he doesn't with others. For one, they're of a similar background; there's no need to hide it, so Dazai can speak as frankly as possible with him, and it's somewhat relieving. And for another thing... well, Jouno is likely just as fucked up as Dazai is. Not many people would go straight for choking on a casual hookup, but Jouno does, and Dazai can appreciate that.

No, he does appreciate that. He likes the way that hand feels around his throat, familiar and bordering on uncomfortable. He can breathe still, opens his mouth to say something, but clearly Jouno is done with the discussions for the time being. There's the warm, hard press of lips, the squeeze of fingers around his throat. It makes Dazai's body warm, makes heat crawl under his skin. He adds teeth to the kiss, bites at Jouno's lips.

It's going to be one of those nights, apparently. Jouno really meant it when he said he'd take his week out on Dazai.

[pricelesstears]

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.

[dressing]

Were it anyone else, Dazai would call this off immediately. He hates being exposed, but it's different with Jouno; there's nothing Dazai would care to hide from him, and nothing Jouno would be surprised by. There's a darkness to them both, different but the same, and it permits Dazai to let down his guard. There are no feelings here, and no judgement that he would turn away from. Jouno won't actually hurt him in a way that counts, and if he did? If it were to one day go very wrong? Dazai wouldn't mind it at all.

Dazai's scars are numerous, but he remembers all of them. Some are from others, some from himself. Some done by his own hand, and some from situations he'd hoped would kill him but sadly failed to do so. They're something he would never be able to explain to anyone else, but Jouno doesn't care, and Dazai truly does appreciate that.

He makes a noise, opening his mouth against Jouno's as he feels the heat of his hardening cock rolling against his hips. Dazai's nails dig into Jouno's hips, fingers finding their way under the hem of his shirt. God, fucking Jouno really is good. Dazai can't stand him, but at the same time, he really does enjoy this.

[pricelesstears]

It's there similarities that make it so Jouno doesn't ask. Self-inflicted scars are only interesting when he can watch a person unraveling at the seams. The rest? Well, it's a part of the lives they lead. Jouno has his fair share of scars from the life he'd been brought into, the most obvious of which being his eyes. They were the same in that they preferred not to talk about where they came from or how they got there.

Jouno has only ever cared about himself, so Dazai's problems mean nothing to him. While others might pity Dazai if they knew the state he's truly in, Jouno simply feels nothing. Dazai is a toy to him, like any other. He largely suspects Dazai views him the same way.

Taking advantage of the open mouth, Jouno slips his tongue past Dazai's lips, tasting him fully. Dazai's fingers are warm against his cool skin in a way that makes him shudder, and he realizes that his impatience is going to get to him before long. He didn't come here just to make out with him, after all. As enjoyable as that could be, it'd become frustrating in time. So with one last roll of his hips, he breaks the kiss, wiping his mouth of the saliva that threatens to drip, and rolls off of Dazai.

"Take your pants off."

In return, Jouno climbs off the bed to take the time to undress himself as well. He's careful with his clothing as he removes it, folding it neatly, the only neat pile of clothing in an otherwise filthy room.

[dressing]

Similarly, Dazai doesn't care about Jouno's past nor his problems. He cares about himself in the fact that he doesn't care about himself, the way everything feels like it revolves around his own inner disgust and how much he would like to erase his own existence, were it not inconvenient to others. Jouno, for one, wouldn't care, and Dazai knows that. He's safe. Dangerous, but safe. Dazai doesn't want pity, and he doesn't want to be analyzed. Jouno won't pity him, and Dazai is confident in his ability to elude any and all attempts to unravel him. None of the therapists he'd been to as a child had been able to do so; he's not going to break his streak for some guy who is really good in bed.

He doesn't relinquish his mouth without taking something in return; Dazai's teeth catch on Jouno's tongue before he pulls away, and Dazai watches with an expression half-disappointed, but he knows it's not ending there.

"What, you don't want to shred my pants, too? Make it a matching set with the shirt you ruined?" Dazai is quick to go for the button and zipper, though, because he really doesn't want to lose his pants, and he knows Jouno would do it out of spite. He shrugs out of the remains of the shirt, too, not bothering to fold them the way Jouno does.

[pricelesstears]

"I will grab the knife again," Jouno replies simply, because Dazai is right. He would gladly destroy more clothing -- or anything else in Dazai's room -- out of spite. Dazai is not the kind of person who cares about things, but even so, it's an annoyance, and if an annoyance is all Jouno can be to him, he will be exactly that.

He unzips and peels off his pants as well, folding those to neatly place with his shirt. "Where's the lube?" He should know Dazai's room well enough by now, but there's never any guarantee that things will be in the same spot that they were last time. "I want a beer, too."

It isn't entirely for himself to drink, obvious to Dazai most likely because Jouno very rarely gets drunk. He'll take a sip of it, and then cut Dazai and pour the rest of the alcohol over the wound.

[dressing]

Sometimes, Dazai asks himself why he does this when Jouno can be so utterly annoying--but then he realizes he's the exact same way, so he really has no room to talk. And nobody can get him the way Jouno can, mostly because there's nobody who would be willing to be as sadistic.

"The lube..." Dazai hums as though thinking, trying to recall where he'd put it last. He plucks it from under a stack of textbooks, finally, tosses it directly at Jouno, uncaring of whether he'll catch it or not. If it hits him, then good.

He knows very well what the beer is likely for, but Dazai gets it for him anyway, and then one for himself. He does like to get drunk, but one beer will hardly do anything for him. "Aren't I an excellent host?"

[pricelesstears]

Jouno catches it by calculating the trajectory of it by the sound it makes. It'd have been impossible to do without his senses being as strong as they are, but since he's improved them, he's been able to 'see' most things. That includes things being tossed at him, especially when he knows they're coming.

He flips open the cap and smells it to determine if it's what he bought last time. Unscented. He determines that it is. Good, it won't be an annoyance to smell during the act like some lube can be. When the scent is too overwhelming, sex can become unenjoyable. As good as his senses are, they're a detriment at times.

"An excellent host would have cleaned his room," Jouno retorts, taking the beer from Dazai's hand. He sets it on Dazai's nightstand so he knows where it is, but not before knocking something off -- a book, from the sound of it.

Finally removing his boxers, Jouno climbs back into the bed once he's completely nude. Dazai's sheets probably aren't clean, he notes with some distaste, and he tries not to think about it.

[dressing]

In the past, Dazai has intentionally bought scented lube because he'd known it would annoy Jouno. Not a particularly good idea, but that's the sort of person Dazai is. He hasn't done it since, because he does actually want to have sex, and pissing Jouno off enough to make him leave isn't the goal. Just to have a bit of fun.

"My room is clean." Dazai opens his beer and takes a sip, and then climbs onto the bed with it balanced in his hand. He's careful not to spill, but if he does, it's really not a big deal. Dazai's sheets have been through worse. "There are just some books here and there. A few empty bottles. Completely normal."

It would probably be better doing this at Jouno's place, but he does have that roommate of his, and so this is less complicated.

[pricelesstears]

"Our definitions of clean seem to be as different as always," Jouno remarks with a click of his tongue. Even one empty bottle would have been too many for Jouno's taste. His side of the room is always pristine, in part because it's easier to find things that way and in part because he's simply that particular. He likes having everything in line, orderly.

Dazai's room isn't his ideal location, but it's better than having to explain to Tetchō why he has weekly company. While there were people on campus who had made the mistake of assuming Dazai and Jouno were friends based on the fact that they were sometimes seen together, no one knew about their actual arrangement. Jouno prefers to keep it that way.

"Hurry up and drink." If an eyeroll could be a tone, it would be the one Jouno has. "Then lie back down. I don't care for foreplay today." Unlike Dazai, he'd finished his homework for the week, but it didn't mean that he didn't have things he still wanted to get done.

[dressing]

Jouno is far too clean, in Dazai's opinion. A bit of mess adds character, right? And it has to be exhausting, cleaning all the time, when Dazai hardly wants to get out of bed most mornings. This is honestly better than it's been in the past, so someone ought to praise him, or something. Someone who absolutely isn't Jouno, because anything resembling kindness from a person like him would be terrifying.

"Impatient." Dazai tsks, but he takes a long sip of his drink before setting it aside. He's in the mood to listen rather than fight, so he lies back down, licking the bitterness from his lips. "So you just want to get right down to fucking? I thought you were going to take your week out on me?"

Dazai doesn't really care either way tonight, as long as he gets off, but it's always nice when it goes longer. Not that Dazai really minds Jouno using him as an outlet for whatever; they use each other, and that's good enough for him. No feelings involved.

[pricelesstears]

"Oh, I fully intend to do just that," Jouno assures him, a wicked smile on his face. Cruel as it is, it isn't unnatural -- most of Jouno's smiles are unsettling in some way. He shifts from his spot on the bed, moving to crawl over Dazai and straddle him once more.

He runs his hands over Dazai's stomach and chest. He's scrawnier that Jouno would have liked -- he'd always had a thing for more muscular men, and Dazai is definitely not that -- but he'll do well enough. They've been at this enough times before that Jouno knows exactly what to expect when it comes to the other. "I'll cut you during, if you want," he offers, one hand snaking up to wrap around Dazai's throat. "Or choke you until you pass out." Both options held their appeal for Jouno, though Dazai didn't struggle against him quite like Jouno preferred.

Finding that, unfortunately, is too dangerous a game for Jouno to play. The desire to completely break someone under his touch would have to go unfulfilled. He could only hope to mimic it.

[dressing]

If Dazai isn't exactly Jouno's type, then Jouno isn't Dazai's. If he has a type; he'll pretty much sleep with anyone interesting, though doing it more than once isn't a common occurrence. Jouno is just the sort of fucked up he is, though, so Dazai has no qualms about it, and certainly can't see feelings developing between them, so it's safe. Perhaps not physically safe, though, but Dazai's self-preservation is practically nonexistent.

"You know I hate it when you hurt me." It's a lie, and they both know it, even without the lazy way Dazai says it. He arches his head back, exposes the line of his neck to Jouno's hand. He's admittedly good at what he does; maybe that's why they're still at this. Dazai has yet to find anyone else willing to go as far as Jouno does, and unconcerned about Dazai's own safety.

He doesn't think he'd mind if Jouno were actually able to break him, but it's precisely because Dazai doesn't care that doing so would probably be a difficult thing. And then they wouldn't get to have this sort of fun, which would be so disappointing.

[pricelesstears]

"I'd enjoy it more if that were true." If Dazai truly hated being hurt, then hurting him would be all the more exciting. As it is, he knows that part of Dazai craves such a thing.

Jouno takes the exposure as a sign to wrap his fingers around Dazai's neck, squeezing it more tightly. "You'd be relieved if I were to kill you right now. You want that a little, don't you? For me to snap and finally end your miserable existence?"

His traces a long line from Dazai's chest to his stomach with his free hand, moving past it to grip his dick. He doesn't care much for Dazai's pleasure in the entire thing, though he will get him off simply because their arrangement hinges on him doing so. Dazai wouldn't continue if he wasn't getting anything out of it, the same way that Jouno wouldn't have continued if he wasn't. They're both self-serving in that way.

[dressing]

The short laugh Dazai gives is muted by the fingers around his neck; Jouno really does have him pinned so well. The truth is that yes, Dazai wouldn't care if something did happen, if Jouno snapped--maybe someday--and really did it, if something went wrong and Dazai simply didn't wake up. Yes, he'd love if his miserable existence was ended.

"I'm not that lucky," Dazai says, voice strained, rolling his hips up when Jouno's hand touches his dick. "You're too invested in yourself to do it."

Jouno is the top of his class. He's brilliant, and has an obvious future laid out for him. Snapping and murdering his fuckbuddy doesn't seem like it would benefit him in the least, which is why Dazai isn't worried about this going too far--and even if he should be, he doesn't care either way. Whatever happens happens; it's not like Dazai is looking ahead to the future, or anything.

[pricelesstears]

Dazai isn't wrong. Jouno is too invested in himself, in his success, to go through with ever truly hurting him. He'd have to satisfy himself with getting dangerously close instead. It's fine, though, Jouno thinks -- the hurt and all that comes with it is considerably more interesting than death itself.

"I could make it look like a suicide, but I doubt anyone would ever believe you'd succeeded." Dazai had more failures in that department than Jouno could count. Pathetic, really -- taking one's own life shouldn't be that difficult. Dazai, in Jouno's opinion, is a coward, though. He's fascinated with the idea of death, but he can never bring himself to quite pull the trigger.

It really would be a blessing if someone were to do it for him.

His hand is slow in pumping Dazai's dick as he finally lets go of Dazai's neck. It won't be for long -- he'll choke him with both hands before the night is over -- but it's long enough to get the lube, popping the bottle open. He has to stop touching Dazai completely to smear it over his fingers, a wrinkle of his nose conveying just how much he hates the sensation. A necessary evil. As much as he didn't care about hurting Dazai, he did care about his own discomfort.

Once his fingers are covered, he slips his hand back down, this time in between Dazai's legs to tease at his entrance, one finger circling his hole.

[dressing]

It's true; Dazai ending up dead in an apparent suicide would make people more suspicious than anything. It's an interesting thought, though, and he hums as he considers it, though the sound catches rough in his throat. Dazai's eyes flutter closed, but he's far from passing out just from this; instead, he's enjoying the hand on his dick, only opening his eyes to frown when the friction of Jouno's hand is gone.

Ah, lube, then. Dazai doesn't particularly care if it hurts or not, and he knows Jouno doesn't either. The look on Jouno's face, the wrinkle of his nose, is a bit cute, if Dazai were into guys like this. Which he's not. Jouno is a good fuck, but god forbid Dazai ever want to date him.

The expression on Dazai's face doesn't change when Jouno's hand comes back down, presses against his entrance. He's used to it, shifts his hips to spread his legs a bit more. He's not expecting foreplay here, but he doesn't want it, either; that's too soft, too pleasant, too nice. Nothing about either of them is nice. That's why Dazai likes it.

"Go ahead. If anyone were to kill me, it ought to be you. You've earned it." He says it with nonchalance, reaching down to wrap his hand around his dick, picking up where Jouno had left off.