[If Dazai were the sort of person to wear his emotions on his sleeve--something he most certainly is not--he might look disgusted. Ah, actually... that's just his face when he looks at Chuuya, isn't it? Seeing him shove his fingers in his mouth almost mimics things they've done before, considering how much Dazai likes to see Chuuya's mouth too full to talk, but in a weird, disconcerting way. He watches the lightness of Chuuya's eyes, but no matter how much warmer his body feels, it's not him, nor does it seem like him at all.
It's a pathetic imitation, and maybe that's what has Dazai so irritated. Chuuya has always been unfailingly human, and this? This isn't anywhere near that. It's not Chuuya; it's a thing that looks like him, and this was absolutely meant, at least in some part, to get under his skin.
He hates that it's working.
The strength is Chuuya's. Dazai has never been able to contend with that, as much as he rarely admits it, but it's apparent when a familiar hand grabs his hand and pins it in place. He swallows under the warmth of Chuuya's mouth, around the sound that threatens to spill out at the feeling of Chuuya's hips grinding down.
With an annoyed noise, Dazai tries to free himself again.]
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Date: 2022-10-14 01:56 am (UTC)It's a pathetic imitation, and maybe that's what has Dazai so irritated. Chuuya has always been unfailingly human, and this? This isn't anywhere near that. It's not Chuuya; it's a thing that looks like him, and this was absolutely meant, at least in some part, to get under his skin.
He hates that it's working.
The strength is Chuuya's. Dazai has never been able to contend with that, as much as he rarely admits it, but it's apparent when a familiar hand grabs his hand and pins it in place. He swallows under the warmth of Chuuya's mouth, around the sound that threatens to spill out at the feeling of Chuuya's hips grinding down.
With an annoyed noise, Dazai tries to free himself again.]