[It hurts, but at the same time, there’s something about the feeling of being bitten, of Chuuya lapping up red blood, that makes Dazai buzz. He doesn’t want to consider that he’s simply sensitive to Chuuya, even if he’s currently a mindless thing, none of the intentional pain he’d likely want to inflict out of spite if he were himself.
Fuck, it hurts. Dazai hates it.
He also hates that he can feel Chuuya getting hard. They’ve fucked in a lot of messed up situations, but again, that’s when Chuuya is himself, when he has complaints and threats and demands. This is… nothing. A bodily reaction that still exists, because Chuuya isn’t dead, but it’s very clear he doesn’t care about his situation either way. He grinds down, but it’s not for pleasure; there’s no change to his breathing or his expression.
More of the bandages tear away; Dazai manages to shift his other arm, his free hand pushing at Chuuya’s face, moving to grab his hair. He’s not going to be gentle—not that he ever is, but especially not now.]
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Date: 2022-08-25 03:00 am (UTC)Fuck, it hurts. Dazai hates it.
He also hates that he can feel Chuuya getting hard. They’ve fucked in a lot of messed up situations, but again, that’s when Chuuya is himself, when he has complaints and threats and demands. This is… nothing. A bodily reaction that still exists, because Chuuya isn’t dead, but it’s very clear he doesn’t care about his situation either way. He grinds down, but it’s not for pleasure; there’s no change to his breathing or his expression.
More of the bandages tear away; Dazai manages to shift his other arm, his free hand pushing at Chuuya’s face, moving to grab his hair. He’s not going to be gentle—not that he ever is, but especially not now.]