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Post by quinnlocke on Nov 7, 2020 18:33:41 GMT
"Good."
He took a moment to bask in that smile. To really see happiness on Chuuya's face. Happiness without the shadows of something else, of a past lived in darkness.
Dazai wondered if it would be better for Chuuya to not get those memories back. If he could have a better life free from the burdens his past and present. Dazai would stay by his side as promised, there was no force in this world that would take Chuuya from him. But if Chuuya would be happier not knowing who he once was, wouldn't that be better?
"I don't suppose you'd like to shower with me Chibi?" He cracked a smile, hiding the turmoil going through his head.
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Post by Behax on Nov 7, 2020 20:03:20 GMT
ultimately neither of them had much of a say in what Chuuya did or did not end up remembering, but Dazai and those others around Chuuya did have some control over what he learnt and how.
"I think...A shower would be a good idea..." As tired and post-orgasm made him feel, he wasn't sure he wanted to wait till morning to clean up the mess.
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Post by quinnlocke on Nov 7, 2020 20:56:23 GMT
Normally a shower would be another excuse for Dazai to get handsy and for Chuuya, whose refractory period was frighteningly short, to indulge in a bonus orgasm.
This time Dazai was too spent, both physically and emotionally. Instead he simply took care to wash Chuuya's hair and even made sure to put conditioner in and comb it through the way he knew Chuuya liked.
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Post by Behax on Nov 7, 2020 23:17:19 GMT
Chuuya found it a little weird that Dazai took so much care with washing his hair, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. In fact it was....A very soothing experience, and he found himself closing his eyes as Dazai worked. When Dazai was done he turned around looking up at him curiously.
"Is there anything I usually do for you? or you want me to do?"
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Post by quinnlocke on Nov 8, 2020 0:50:08 GMT
Dazai tilted his head at the question, he usually just crowded into Chuuya's space until he inevitably took over. Mostly because Dazai was so terrible at doing things for himself.
"I'm too tall for most things," he parroted back Chuuya's own words to him. "But, I do like when you wash my hair. Your nails always feel really good when they're at the base of my neck."
He pressed himself against the wall.and slid down enough so that he was at the right height for Chuuya to wash his hair.
"And then when we always get soapy and sort of hope we're washed thoroughly."
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Post by Behax on Nov 8, 2020 1:47:51 GMT
Chuuya watched as Dazai used the wall as back support while he squatted down to a more manageable level for Chuuya to reach. He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle at the image in front of him.
"Okay, I think I can handle that," he said as he reached for the shampoo.
Chuuya lathered up his hands, before stepping closer, standing between Dazai's legs as he slid his hands into his hair and began to wash his hair for him. It just felt natural to let his nails drag across Dazai's scalp, lightly scratching as he worked the shampoo into brown locks.
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Post by quinnlocke on Nov 8, 2020 2:04:00 GMT
Dazai couldn't help the pleased purr that bubbled from his chest. He always ended up a melted pile of mush whenever Chuuya ended up running his fingers through his hair.
His hands inevitably found their way to Chuuya's hips, stroking over the skin and humming happily.
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Post by Behax on Nov 9, 2020 17:03:05 GMT
It was only fair to Chuuya that he show Dazai as much care as he himself had been shown. When he was done with the shampoo, he moved onto the conditioner, being no less diligent. When he was done he pressed a gentle kiss to Dazai's forehead, acting without really thinking.
"Is...anything else next?"
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Post by quinnlocke on Nov 9, 2020 17:10:32 GMT
An easy and pleased smile crossed Dazai's face when Chuuya kissed his forehead. Something so simple and mundane, yet it brought him more happiness than most of the last few days.
He grabbed the bottle of body wash and with a smirk squirted a bunch across Chuuya's chest and then his own. "This can go one of two ways," he explained, rubbing the soap into a lather. "We can each wash ourselves and call it an evening."
He took Chuuya's hand and pulled him in tight. "Or we can attempt to wash each other and the loser is whoever kisses the other first."
Leaning next to Chuuya's ear he whispered. "You always win this game, but I don't consider kissing you to be much of a loss."
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Post by Behax on Nov 10, 2020 0:05:59 GMT
Chuuya did a small jolt when Dazai squirted body wash over his chest, and gave the other man a confused look as he started to explain. A faint blush spreading across his face when he was pulled in close.
"Well...The second option sure does sound more interesting," Chuuya said dropping his voice to match Dazai's own.
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Post by quinnlocke on Nov 10, 2020 0:21:39 GMT
"You always were smarter than expected," Dazai teased playfully, letting his hands slide down Chuuya's back.
He let his hands do the rest of the talking, moving all over Chuuya's body, softly in places he knew drove Chuuya crazy, and if he squeezed Chuuya's ass more times than needed, well who could blame him.
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Post by Behax on Nov 11, 2020 21:53:30 GMT
Playing this game with Chuuya in his current state was maybe a little unfair, after all his lack of memory gave Dazai a distinct advantage over him. However it probably felt not like their first time, but certainly like the early days of their relationship, with Chuuya's hands being more exploratory as they felt up Dazai's body. Sometimes Chuuya's hands went straight to a place that in the past he would have known to be a sensitive place, but mostly it was as if Chuuya was discovering Dazai all over again, if not just a little more hesitantly than he had the first time.
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Post by quinnlocke on Nov 16, 2020 2:02:12 GMT
Dazai shivered whenever Chuuya's hands would ghost over the places that left him breathless. It was different like this. In the past Dazai was often silent even during heavy intimacy.
Too often he kept his mask on, pushing Chuuya to be even more grabby and handsy, just trying to illicit a response.
Now, he let himself give into the feelings. How else would Chuuya know he was making him feel good?
"Fuck!" He stuttered unexpectedly when Chuuya's nails slid across the edge of his hip bone.
That area was always a tricky one. Sometimes touch there would be too much and overwhelming in a painful way. Amd then there were the times that regardless of how long it had been since his last orgasm, his dick was immediately at attention.
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Post by Behax on Nov 22, 2020 14:29:40 GMT
Chuuya couldn’t help the spike of pride and satisfaction he got every time he made Dazai gasp from the pleasure, it told him he was doing it right, it made him feel a bit more secure in himself.
He smoked when he made Dazai curse, and repeated the action again, though only once before his hands moved on again. Instincts told him that lingering or repeating the same action too much wasn’t such a good idea even if the initial reaction had been what he wanted.
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Post by quinnlocke on Nov 22, 2020 15:16:26 GMT
Dazai's head fell forward and he whimpered, almost oversensitive from the barest of touches.
Chuuya would call it cheating since Dazai had the map of his pleasure points memorized. So, in order to prevent a possible future argument (he refused to consider that Chuuya wouldn't get his memories back), he made sure to let his hands travel without a real path. Tracing fingertips down Chuuya's spine before running his thumb over the dip where Chuuya's tailbone met his ass.
He kept quiet save the few shudders and moans. He had so much he could and wanted to say. How his perfect petit mafia fit in his arms. How he loved this more than anything. Just holding him and touching him, feeling his breaths against his chest and his heartbeat, strong and steady.
He sighed as his forehead rested against Chuuya's, their noses bumping each other.
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