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[dressing]

[Dazai, of course, knows when Chuuya's birthday is. He celebrates in his own way--rigged wine bottles sent via crate, a watch that runs just slightly too slow, things like that. Underneath them, there's an actual gift that Chuuya might keep, if he wants to; the watch can be fixed, and it's a nice one (don't ask where Dazai got it), the wine is expensive as long as the trap isn't triggered (don't ask where he got that, either). This year, he's taken the liberty of breaking into Chuuya's apartment himself, bringing with him a decent bottle of wine that he's already had a few generous sips of. How many birthdays has Chuuya celebrated since Dazai has known him? Dazai had thought he'd be dead far before this one, but here he is.

He knows Chuuya will be home soon, lounges easily on his couch with his coat draped over the back of it. He's not going to hide and jump out of the cupboard this time; Dazai is too old for childish tricks like that. At least, today. Ah, youth; he remembers giving Chuuya an exploding pen one year, back when they were still in the mafia together. The ink never came out of that stupidly expensive shirt he was wearing.

The lights are off, because this is a surprise, right? (Not really, Chuuya will know immediately.) So he sit in the almost-dark, takes another drink from the bottle of wine. Dazai has never understood the difference between cheap wine and expensive wine, figuring that whatever gets you drunk the fastest must be the best. Chuuya, on the other hand, will appreciate it. Or so he says. Dazai still isn't sure it's not all an act to pretend he's more cultured and less of an idiot than he actually is.

But honestly? Waiting is kind of boring. He needs something to do, and there's still most of the bottle left.]

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[dressing]

[Now that, Dazai can oblige. But simply obliging isn't something Dazai will ever do for Chuuya, if he can avoid it.

So this time, when he tightens it, it really is tight, enough that it'll burn, enough that it'll leave a mark.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya winces when he feels how tight it is. He shifts, squirms a little to test how tight it really is, and he feels the rope drag across his skin. At least the rope is soft, treated to be safe to use for bondage, but that doesn't help if it's tight enough to cut off circulation. At least Chuuya can take a lot more than the average person.

And Dazai knows exactly how much he can take.]

That's not what I meant and you know it.

[Wasn't it? He wanted bruises, and if Dazai breaks skin that's even better.]

[dressing]

[Chuuya can take much more than the average person, but even if he couldn't, Dazai won't pretend to care. If he's uncomfortable, then good. If it leaves marks, even better.]

Oh, isn't it? Tsk. You ought to be more forward with your words, Chuuya.

[It's just the start, though. Once Chuuya's wrists are both tied, Dazai will stand back to admire his work. Oh, it's easy enough like this for Chuuya to break free. It would take nothing at all, really.]

If you break it while I'm not touching you, good luck getting off tonight.

[indensity]

It's definitely uncomfortable. It draws Chuuya's attention to the tightness of the ropes, and he has to force down the natural instinct to struggle, to free himself. He doesn't want to free himself, but he could, and holding back his own reflexes takes focus. That's why he prefers when Dazai is touching him.

That, and other reasons.

"Would you stop me from jerking myself off, too?" It slips out before he can stop himself. It's accusatory - he hasn't agreed to give Dazai that power - and a question at the same time. Dazai could, and he knows it, and the thought just makes him harder. He twists his wrists to see if the ropes will at least loosen a fraction, but of course they don't, and the slide of it burns.

[dressing]

Part of the fun of this is watching Chuuya resist his own instincts. Dazai knows he'd hardly do it with anyone else; he also knows he's the only person who can bring Chuuya back down to a more-or-less human level of strength, though Dazai admits that's still more than he can say for himself. He's never been interested in brute strength; mostly all of Dazai's training is used for self-defense.

"Certainly. I'm a man of my word." When he wants to be. Rolling up his sleeves, Dazai shifts to sit between Chuuya's legs, a hand on his inner knee. "Now... What was I going to do with you?"

[indensity]

[Chuuya would let other people tie him up. But letting them tie him up isn't the same as giving up control. He wants it, but he won't give it to just anyone - and Dazai really is the only one who can push him this far. It's not just because he can take away Chuuya's ability to free himself.

He squirms a bit more, but spreads his legs for Dazai to settle between them. The way Dazai is looking at him now is all it takes to make his skin tingle, spreading from the point where Dazai's hand is touching skin.]

Did you need suggestions?

[He knows Dazai doesn't. He knows Dazai would reject any more suggestions from him.]

You really think I'd just let you control my orgasms even outside of sex?

[dressing]

[Dazai laughs, short and mirthless. As if he needs suggestions from Chuuya!]

I have a long list of things for you.

[He leans in, pinches the inside of Chuuya’s thigh. That’s not on the list, he just wants to be annoying. And now comes the part where Dazai makes sure he’s touching part of Chuuya’s body at all times, just in case he forgets he’s not supposed to break the bonds.]

As much as I’d like to, no, I don’t think you’d let me.

[indensity]

[Chuuya jerks his leg away at that pinch. It doesn't really hurt, but it really wasn't necessary, either. He can tell what Dazai is doing.]

What do you mean, let you?

[He doesn't trust that tone. He jerks his leg again, just to make Dazai stop touching him for a second this time, even though he has no intention of freeing himself. He wouldn't forget. He can control himself. Usually.

But he likes the way Dazai can make him feel completely helpless when he's touching him, even if he'd ever admit it.]