Discord RP

[no_longer_human]

The downside of being both a catboy and a mafia executive is that Chuuya has to deal with a monthly problem that keeps him from getting anything done whatsoever if he does nothing about it. Normally he's pretty good at predicting when his heats will happen and taking suppressants accordingly, but this time he'd gotten so caught up in work that he'd forgotten all about it, which is why he's surprised when he wakes up feeling all too hot, like he's burning right beneath the surface of his skin. He curses to himself when realization dawns on him, and he's going to be in for a miserable time if he goes through this alone. Even if he uses toys and tries to take care of himself he knows how needy he gets, and the only thing that will satisfy that neediness is a mate.

He sighs, running his fingers through his hair as he grabs his phone. Shit, he really shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be calling on the one person he claims to despise while actually caring about him a great deal, but Dazai is the only person he trusts enough to call on during his heat, and the only person he wants to be intimate with at all. Goddamn shitty vampire, making him feel this way. Chuuya hates how much he cares about him, but at least he's good at hiding it.

He scrolls through his contact list until he finds Dazai's number under "Shitty Mackerel" and presses call, his heart racing in his chest. He really, really shouldn't be doing this, but he just can't help himself. He's not about to endure a heat alone, and he doesn't feel comfortable calling on a stranger, so Dazai it is. Hopefully he answers his phone and doesn't leave Chuuya hanging.

It's the middle of the night when Dazai hears his phone vibrate, the telltale sign that he's received a call. Pale, slender fingers wrap around the device as he brings it to his ear, one fingertip casually swiping across the answer button.

However, before he speaks at all, he simply waits in silence, hoping that the Slug will take the initiative to state his request on his own. After all, he did call him, so there must be a good reason why. Perhaps the redhead has finally decided to help the vampire procure some blood. Or perhaps he wants to offer something more.

Dazai has always suffered from a strong libido, though ever since turning into a pale, undead creature of the night, he has found that his desires have become too strong to bear. He is, without a doubt, insatiable.

Chuuya is glad that Dazai answers in a timely manner, because he's not in the mood to be ignored, and as soon as he hears the sound of the phone being picked up he decides to go ahead and just get this whole invitation thing over with.

"Oi shitty Dazai, I need you to come over. It's not like you're doing anything else, right? You can have some of my blood this time, but just this once, got it?" He doesn't want to tell Dazai the exact reason that he wants him to come over, but the offer of blood might not be enough on it's own. If Dazai asks questions Chuuya will have no choice but to be truthful, because he's kind of at Dazai's mercy here if he wants to have a partner during his heat. He doubts that Dazai will help him out simply out of the goodness of his heart, after all.

When he hears the hint of desperation in Chuuya's voice, he can't help but chuckle softly before speaking. The words that slip out from between his lips are spoken in a husky, low tone. Intentional, of course, as he wishes to rule the redhead up further. Not that he has any idea that Chuuya is in heat; he simply enjoys irritating him at every given opportunity.

"Oh, but I am quite busy! At least you're smart enough to offer me your blood, though. Hm~."

He pauses briefly before making his way to the door.

"I'll be over in a few minutes. Don't have too much fun without me, Chibi."

Another chuckle leaves his lips as he hangs up the call and makes his way over to his former partner's home. Which thankfully isn't too far away.

Once he arrives, he taps on the door in a predictable, quick rhythm. If Chuuya doesn't answer immediately, he'll tap louder and louder until he does. The night only lasts so long, after all.

Hearing Dazai speak in that enticing voice gets Chuuya pressing his thighs together to try and will away the erection that’s been plaguing him for a good portion of the day. He’s been too stubborn to try taking care of himself since he knows that doing so won’t satisfy him anyway, but now he realizes that Dazai is absolutely going to notice and call him out on it. Oh well, not like it was going to stay a secret for long anyway. He invited Dazai over specifically to fuck him, so there’s no sense in trying to hide it. He’s pretty sure his scent will give him away even before his erection does.

Chuuya tries his best to sound as irritated as possible, because he doesn’t want Dazai getting the idea that he wants to see him or anything. It isn’t too hard when Dazai provokes him with that smart comment, but at least he agrees to come over. Thank god, Chuuya was worried that he might have to beg or something.

“Yeah, yeah, you can have some blood. Just get your ass over here already.”

He grumbles at being called Chibi as he hangs up the phone after Dazai does, and now all that’s left to do is freshen up and slip into his fancy red silk robe. No sense in wearing clothes when they’re just going to come off, right?

It isn’t long before he hears Dazai knocking at his door, and Chuuya is there in a flash, because he’s not one to beat around to bush while he’s in heat. He opens the door, kitty ears perked up atop his head, and there’s no way that Dazai won’t be able to smell the sweet scent of Chuuya’s heat pheromones in the air.

“Took you long enough. Get in here already.”

He grabs Dazai by the shirt and pulls him inside before shutting and locking the door behind him, and he’s already tempted to jump Dazai’s bones. His ears fold back a little, cheeks nice and flushed, and when he looks back up at Dazai it’s clear that he’s irritated by something.

“You can smell it, right?”

There’s no way that Chuuya’s scent will escape Dazai’s heightened vampire senses.

As soon as the front door to Chuuya's residence creaks open, Dazai grins widely, exposing the very tip of his two sharp, pointed fangs. Nostrils flare slightly as he instantly takes in the scent emanating from the catboy, and his grin widens even further, lips parting to fully reveal those fangs.

He slides forward before Chuuya grabs his shirt; though, the gesture doesn't bother him in the slightest. In all actuality, he enjoys how desperate the redhead is.

Dazai can essentially get him to do anything he wants, so long as this heat is dealt with. The sheer power alone causes a rush, an intense heat to course through his body.

Lips remain fairly parted as he lowers his head, tilting it slightly to the left to initiate a kiss. But before he can actually kiss the shorter man, he's interrupted by a question. A question that causes him to blink in rapid succession.

"Hm?" He questions softly, his pouf of dark brown hair falling over one crimson eye. The other locks onto Chuuya's irritated expression.

"How turned on you are? I've smelled it since you opened the door. That's why you've called me over, is it not?"

He simply couldn't let Chuuya get what he desperately needs too quickly or easily, though, so he places a cool, pale hand over the one gripping his collar and pulls it away.

"I'm hungry. Can't help you out without nourishment first. You said you'd give me blood. I demand you hold up your end of the bargain..."

Ah, seeing those fangs sends a thrill through him, because while he has little ones of his own they aren't quite as impressive as Dazai's. He's already feeling hot under the collar, and imagining those fangs sinking into his neck only riles him up even more. He hates that he can't hide it either, not when his scent is so strong. Damn heats, making him desperate like this. Dazai is never going to let him live it down.

He's expecting Dazai to capture his lips in a heated kiss, but he stops before it can happen, blinking down at Chuuya when he asks if Dazai can smell his heat. Chuuya hates how disappointed he is that Dazai doesn't kiss him, but hey, they'll have plenty of opportunity to kiss while they're fucking, right? Right.

Chuuya huffs at that question, because yeah, he's turned on, and yeah, that's why he asked Dazai over. He can't exactly deny that, not when Dazai can smell his arousal all over him.

"Yeah. It is. I'm in heat, so just fuck me already."

As if Dazai would give in that easily. They both know each other better than that, and when Dazai pries his hand off his collar and demands that Chuuya do as he said he would and give him some blood he just tsks before reaching up to start unfastening his collar. His cat ears are still folded back, and his tail is poofed out and swishing back and forth, but despite the signs of irritation he's actually pretty damn excited about this, and Dazai will no doubt get another powerful dose of pheromones when he finally bites him and drinks his blood.

Once the collar is undone he slips it off and tilts his head, exposing the pale column of his neck for Dazai to bite.

"Just do it already."

He doesn't want to give Chuuya what he needs too quickly, and he really doesn't want to give Chuuya what he wants without getting something in return. One of his favorite hobbies is watching the redhead fume over and protest his mischievous ways, after all.

The scent emanating from Chuuya is strong, potent, and almost enough to elicit an erection from the vampire. But, Dazai is able to refrain from expressing his desires for sex with willpower alone. That, and watching the shorter man reveal his neck clearly has forced other desires into his mind.

Blood. He hasn't had the blood from a human or a human hybrid in quite some time. The blood from small animals isn't the same; he can survive off of that, but the taste leaves something to be desired.

Needless to say, the vampire wastes no time at all leaning forward, licking the pale, newly exposed skin with the tip of his tongue as soon as it's available. Then, he breathes a light chuckle into said skin before plunging the end of one pointed fang inside. His hand, meanwhile, clamps onto Chuuya's upper back, forcing their bodies against each other, forcing their scents and warmth to combine.

Dazai doesn't care if this hurts. He knows Chuuya has been through worse pain. So, he gives no warning as he sucks some of the blood, his tastebuds instantly content with the meal.

As much as Chuuya wants to be bent over the nearest surface and fucked senseless he can't deny that feeling Dazai biting into his neck is bound to be hot as hell, especially because it might just feel like Dazai is claiming him as his own. That's not the purpose behind the bite, he knows, and Dazai will probably just take as much blood as he needs and that'll be that, but it's still hot to imagine being marked as Dazai's, even if he'd never admit that out loud. Even better is the fact that he'll be able to look at the wound in the mirror later and be reminded of Dazai sinking his teeth into him.

He shivers when Dazai licks at the sensitive skin of his neck, and he can feel his cock throb between his legs, just aching to be touched. He won't touch himself though, because he wouldn't have invited Dazai over if he could be satisfied with just that. Instead he just bites his lip and focuses on the feeling of Dazai breathing against his skin, and when he feels that fang sinking into his neck he moans softly, the mixture of pleasure-pain making him shiver with delight. He's not expecting Dazai to pull him closer though, and he squirms when his body presses up against Dazai's, his erection trapped between them. Just that little bit of friction against his cock feels heavenly, and his tail brushes against Dazai's side as Chuuya rocks against him, desperate for more.

The feeling of Dazai sucking his blood drags a little mewl out of him, and he reaches up to tangle his fingers in Dazai's hair, nails lightly dragging over his scalp. Being a snack for a vampire feels better than he thought it would, and he has to wonder why he didn't volunteer for this sooner. Not only that, but he can smell Dazai's scent buried somewhere underneath his own, and he finds it quite arousing, as if he needed yet another reason to want to jump Dazai's bones.

The thought that this act of sucking Chuuya's blood potentially meant Dazai is claiming him as his own thrills the vampire just a bit more than before, though he inwardly believes that even without taking the cat boy's blood, he already does own him. He always has, in his eyes; Chuuya is someone Dazai can guess the actions of before they're performed, as he's quite predictable.

Which is why, when he feels Chuuya desperately try to produce some sort of friction between them that Dazai chuckles against his neck, fully aware that he's predicted this exact turn of events. His presence alone is driving the redhead wild with lust, and it will only be a matter of time before he witnesses said redhead beg.

That's what the vampire wants, after all, so he only needs to play his cards right to ensure that happens.

"Not the best I've had," he finally states as he tilts his head back and licks the very corner of his lips. "But it'll do. Are you feeling faint?"

He only bothers to ask how Chuuya is doing because he would rather not witness him passing out right now. He's not here to babysit or to keep watch. He's here for two things, the latter having just been done.

He steps back, not allowing Chuuya any relief, and smirks.

"Alright, so, if you're feeling up to it, we should begin with the next act of our show. What do you want me to do? Spell it out as detailed as possible," he says, eyelids lowering slightly. His hand trails down Chuuya's back, resting right above his tail.

"I, for one, am quite curious about incorporating your tail."

Chuuya does belong to Dazai even without being bitten, though he would never admit it out loud. Dazai is the only one he invites over like this, the only he lets actually fuck him, and the only one that Chuuya cares about on some weird romantic level. He's not stupid enough to think that Dazai feels the same, of course. He knows that this thing between them is purely physical, and he's come to accept that. He's too stubborn and unwilling to risk being laughed at or pitied if he confesses his feelings, so he never will. He'll just take what he can get, and pretend like he doesn't want more.

He can hear Dazai laughing at his attempts to cause some friction between them, and he bristles, kitty ears going back once again. Ugh. He should've known that inviting Dazai over here while he's feeling this desperate would result in Dazai being a smug asshole about it, but he's just so goddamn horny, and there's no one else he wants fucking him while he's in heat. Or ever, really. He wouldn't be surprised at all if Dazai wanted him to beg for it, though of course he wouldn't be happy about it either. Damn slimy mackerel, always playing him like a fiddle. You'd think Chuuya would've learned his lesson by now.

When Dazai pulls back and says that Chuuya's blood isn't the best he's had he just shoots him a pissy glare, because even if he was delicious Dazai wouldn't admit it, the jerk. "No. It'll take a lot more than that to make me pass out." He's endured much worse, after all.

Chuuya growls low in his throat when Dazai steps back from him, denying him even an ounce of relief. He wants to punch that smirk right off his face, but if he does that he'll never get what he really wants. He settles for baring his fangs at Dazai with a hiss, but then he asks what Chuuya wants him to do, in explicit detail, and Chuuya doesn't hesitate to answer.

"I want you to fuck me from behind." It's a simple request, really, and Chuuya doesn't even get flustered about it. He's beyond blushing about being lewd, he just wants some goddamn relief, and he wants it now.

Dazai looking at him like that and sliding a hand down his back to rest above his tail gets him arching up quite prettily, and his tail swishes a little when Dazai mentions incorporating it whatever they end up doing.

"The base is sensitive," Chuuya mumbles, arching up just a little more and practically sticking his ass out for Dazai in hopes that he'll touch his tail, or at least the base of it. Funny how quickly he went from being pissy to arching right into Dazai's touch.

In all honesty, Chuuya's blood was delicious. If Dazai had any inkling as to whose blood has tasted the best, overall, he wouldn't have a clue. It has been quite a while since he's consumed blood from a human, after all, as he's tried desperately to stick to small animals for the most part. It's what his late friend would have wanted him to do, anyway.

But now, after having had the delectable taste of blood trace over his tongue and glide down his throat, he can't possibly consider feeding from an animal again. He contemplates the possibility of having the redhead stop by his place every so often to provide that necessary sustenance; though, he doesn't state so outright. He decides to leave that topic of discussion for later, once he's finished with giving Chuuya what he's so kindly asked for.

He nods at that request. To him, it is very simple, a request that he has no issue honoring at all. But, of course, he can't possibly show that with his expression. He can't give away how he feels, nor can he let Chuuya believe he'll get what he wants without hesitation. Sure, the redhead has given up some of his blood, and that was what Dazai had asked for; however, he wants to ensure that he remains the one in power here.

So, he tilts his head and takes a sharp breath before stepping forward, eyes locked onto his former partner's new pose. It's a wonderful pose, a delightful position that causes the vampire's heart to beat just a little bit faster.
He can't move too quickly, though. He's going to remain in control and do things at his own pace, even if Chuuya is driven mad by it.

A cool, slender finger trails down Chuuya's silk robe, only stopping right above the base of his tail. The place that the redhead has clearly made a point to emphasize is the most sensitive, which means that Dazai will not touch there. Not for a while. Not until he hears begging, pleading, anything.

"Hm~, well, I suppose this position will do, though I'm the type to enjoy a change after a bit. Next one is my choice," he states softly, bending over to graze his lips against the very edge of Chuuya's soft, fuzzy ear. It's an interesting sensation, one that the vampire isn't that used to, but he finds quickly that he enjoys it.

He sighs as his hand snakes around to Chuuya's front, where he pushes the silk fabric to the side. Quickly, he wraps his fingers around the catboy's hard shaft and strokes delicately, teasingly, as he begins to hum against his ear.

"The scent you're giving off is intoxicating, you know..."

Dazai's finger tracing down the curve of his spine until it stops right above the base of his tail gets him biting his lip in anticipation, though of course Dazai decides to just tease him instead of giving in and touching the place that, besides his cock, is craving the most attention. Chuuya grumbles in irritation, because he knows that he's not going to get what he wants without begging for it. If only Dazai were half as desperate as he was maybe he'd throw Chuuya down on the floor and fuck him like he wants. Alas, that's simply not the case, so Dazai has all the power here.

"Your choice, huh? Fine, whatever, as long as you fuck me I don't care," Chuuya says in a rough, strained voice, because he might just go crazy if he doesn't get some kind of relief soon. Those lips grazing over his ear draw a soft little mewl out of him, and he quite likes the attention, if the way his cock twitches and throbs between his legs is any indication. His ear twitches and folds back a little, as if inviting Dazai to keep up the attention. His kitty ears are quite sensitive, after all, and Dazai can mouth and bite at them as much as he likes.

His breath catches in his throat when Dazai pushes his robe aside, and the hand on his cock immediately gets him bucking his hips with a ragged moan. Fuck that's good, and Dazai will find that he's already dripping wet with precum, the slickness easing the friction between them when Dazai gives him a teasing stroke. Of course it's not enough, and Dazai speaking so close to his ear is only riling him up even more.
"If you think so then you should fuck me already," Chuuya hisses, because his scent is only going to grow stronger the more aroused he gets, and Dazai might just get some sort of high from the sheer intensity of his pheromones. That's exactly what Chuuya wants, honestly, because that would mean that Dazai would be plenty aroused as well, and would be less inclined to tease the hell out of him until he begs. Of course he's also a vampire with a higher tolerance for his scent, so whether that actually happens remains to be seen.

"Fuck", the vampire hisses between his teeth as he pulls away from Chuuya's sensitive, supple neck and rests his chin against his shoulderblade, his slender fingers still shifting upward and downward in a slow, but steady rhythm around the catboy's cock. Which, of course Dazai notices is twitching and reacting in the most beautiful ways possible.

He wonders just how long it's been since Chuuya has had sex. Teasingly, softly, Dazai breathes against the silk fabric that he feels is encroaching the shorter man's back.

"Mmm, you say that, but I don't know if you really mean every word that slips past your lips, Chuuya. Besides, I already made it quite clear that I'm not going to rush. I'm not going to give you what you want that quickly, no."

Dazai's hand strokes faster, a fingertip casually swiping away some of the slick precum he knows is there. He's tempted to taste it, to bring that tip to his tongue, but he resists, and instead just uses the moisture to lubricate Chuuya's cock as the rhythm he's set continues. A shuddering breath escapes past his tongue and against the pesky silk robe as the redhead's scent becomes stronger, more powerful, and, frankly, too intoxicating to bear.

The vampire straightens up again, pressing his clothed bulge against the other man's ass. He pauses a moment before he speaks, though his tone of voice is huskier and deeper than before. He's wavering, coming dangerously close to succumbing to temptation, even though he's been trying desperately to not give in and give Chuuya what he wants so quickly.
But the scent and those ears -- Dazai can't help but trail his free hand around to the front of Chuuya's neck as he once again closes the distance between their heads, and licks the tip of one ear. It's fuzzy and soft, but just knowing how nice it'll feel for the redhead is enough to elicit a quiet moan from the brunette.

Suddenly, he jerks his hand away from the redhead's cock and brings two fingertips to his own lips, where he sucks the remnants of precum off.

"As delicious as I expected. Somehow ... even more delicious than your blood," he admits in the same husky voice as before.

The hand on Chuuya's neck drops and falls to his own side.

"Alright. You've got me. I'll undress. But~," Dazai begins, but trails off that thought as he casually unfastens his pants. Continuing softly after his pants and underwear are tossed to the side, he places his hand back around the front of the catboy's throat. Then, he speaks.

"I won't give you what you want just yet..."

Chuuya is honestly so sensitive right now that he feels like he could burst at any moment. Hearing Dazai curse like that as he jerks him off makes him shiver, his cock pulsing in Dazai’s grip, and he can’t help but thrust up into his hand, desperate to get off. The heat that’s building up between them is making him feel almost dizzy, and Chuuya is already panting from excitement.

He hasn’t had sex in ages, at least not full-on sex. He’s fooled around, blown a few guys and gotten the same in return, but the last person to fuck him had been Dazai, and that seems like forever ago. He’s desperate to feel something other than his fingers or a toy inside of himself, and he can hardly wait to have Dazai’s thick cock stretching him open and filling him up. It’s about the only thing that’s going to satisfy him while he’s heat, because even if Dazai gets him off with his hand it won’t fulfill that undeniable need to be fucked.

“You bastard...”Chuuya curses under his breath when Dazai taunts him further, saying that he’s not going to give in and give Chuuya what he wants, what he needs that quickly. It’s infuriating, but Chuuya is completely at Dazai’s mercy right now, and all he can do is keep on thrusting up into Dazai’s hand, cock throbbing in his grip. A desperate little moan escapes him when that finger swipes over the head of his cock, smearing the copious amount of precum collecting there, and even that much is no doubt adding to Chuuya’s intoxicating scent. He’s clearly not the only one affected though, and his sensitive ears pick up the sound of Dazai’s shuddering breath, which he takes as a sign that Dazai is starting to get just as aroused as he is, even if he’s better at hiding it.

The damning evidence comes in the form of Dazai pressing his clothed erection against Chuuya’s ass, and Chuuya moans, loud and lewd, at the feeling of it. The more aroused he becomes the more shameless he gets, and when Dazai’s hand finds his neck Chuuya almost wishes-

-that he’d apply a bit of pressure. He’s distracted from the thought when Dazai licks the tip of his sensitive ear though, and Chuuya nearly comes undone right then and there. He echoes Dazai’s moan with another one of his own, and Chuuya can feel heat rapidly building in his core, his first orgasm of the night quickly approaching. But then Dazai suddenly pulls hand away and Chuuya lets out a pitiful whimper, another spurt of precum dripping down his heated length. Dazai’s voice sounds incredibly sexy right now, all low and husky, and hearing Dazai admit that both his blood and precum taste good is definitely a turn-on, but god damn it, he just wants to cum already, and he growls, shooting a glare over his shoulder at Dazai.

“Why the hell did you stop??” his voice is a mixture of anger and desperation right now, but at least Dazai is taking his fucking pants off, which gives him hope that he’ll fuck him soon. He licks his lips when looks back to see Dazai’s exposed cock, but then Dazai places his hand on his throat again and informs him that he doesn’t plan on giving Chuuya what he wants just yet, and Chuuya defiantly presses his ass back against Dazai, tail lifted out of the way despite the robe still covering him.

“And what’s gonna change your mind, huh?” Chuuya asks, knowing full well what it is that Dazai is aiming for. He doesn’t want to made to beg, but he’s very nearly there, and it won’t take much to convince him to ask nicely for what he wants.

It's becoming incredibly difficult for Dazai to continue his charade of not admitting how he's truly feeling, how terribly turned on he is. If he admits to that, then, well -- Chuuya will have won this competition, this game that the vampire had concocted all on his own. Everything he's done with the redhead has been a competition, of sorts, a challenge to see which of them is the better, stronger man. No matter what sort of competition it may be, Dazai always desires to be the one on top, the victor.

This instance is no different, even if his quickened breaths and throbbing erection are more than enough to express otherwise. He won't let Chuuya come out victorious. He will get him to beg, no matter what it takes.

As soon as he realizes that he's yanked his hand away from the redhead's cock at the perfect moment, he chuckles, the tip of his tongue gliding all around his upper lip. Still tasting remnants of precum, he closes his eyes, back stiffening a bit, and then his shoulders relax. He refuses to answer why he's stopped giving that hard, twitching dick attention; though, he's sure Chuuya can figure out the reason on his own.

"Ah, well, there are a few things you could do that'd change my mind~" Dazai says, almost like a melody, a soft blend of words and hums that he hopes will drive the catboy even further toward giving in. Toward begging. Pleading. Demanding.
"I think you're going to have to get me off, first. Before I consider giving you what you really want. After all, if I fuck you right now, I may come too fast," he states as he lifts both hands into the air and steps back a few feet. With no physical contact between them, Dazai figures Chuuya will have to listen and comply. He's certainly all riled up, now, what with both witnessing the spurts of precum and tasting it, that there's no feasible way he wouldn't beg very soon.

But even if Dazai is somehow wrong, and Chuuya does take a while to beg, he knows that it'll be worth it. Chuuya will bend to his will eventually.

"Turn around, kitten," the vampire coos softly, aware that using a petname such as that must elicit a reaction. If Chuuya says he hates it, or acts as if he'd rather Dazai never call him anything of the sort, well --

Dazai will use it again. This is his show, his game, and he'll do as he pleases. Though, inwardly, a part of him does want to ensure the catboy feels good, too.

He isn't all bad, honestly.

"I need your lips around my cock..."

Chuuya is pretty sure that he can smell Dazai's arousal, somewhere underneath the heavy scent of his own, but even if he can't get a good whiff of it like this he can still tell that Dazai is plenty aroused by how hard he is, and Chuuya couldn't be more pleased about that. The vampire can act unaffected all he wants, but Chuuya knows the truth. His scent is affecting Dazai, and so is the way he looks and sounds like now, and that in and of itself is enough to make him feel a little smug. Maybe Dazai still has the upper hand here, but Chuuya is slowly driving Dazai crazy as well, and he's absolutely delighted about it.

Of course Dazai probably won't let him cum until he begs, and Chuuya should've known that from the moment Dazai started jerking him off. It really is no surprise that Dazai pulled away right before he could reach his peak, and Chuuya curses under his breath, wondering why he doesn't just deck Dazai and call this whole thing off. Because he's desperate, probably, and also because no matter how much Dazai loves to tease and taunt him Chuuya wants him anyway. Right now, while his mind is filled with nothing but desire, he's willing to do just about anything to get Dazai's cock in him, and when Dazai says that Chuuya needs to get him off first before he even considers giving him what he wants Chuuya doesn't have it in him to say no. He doesn't want to, and Dazai is probably right, he wouldn't last long fucking Chuuya like this, and that would definitely be disappointing.

"Tch. Fine," Chuuya finally gives in, because Dazai backing off and not touching him at all is awful, and Chuuya needs to remedy that as soon as possible. His cock is still hot and hard and wet, and it's difficult to think straight right now when he's this worked up, but he'll do whatever it takes to get off, even if it means begging Dazai of all people for it. He slips his robe off his shoulders and finally lets it fall, revealing his nude form underneath.

He still feels uncomfortably hot though, like the blood in his veins is on fire, and Dazai calling him Kitten causes a brand new rush of heat to flood his body, one that leaves him flushed up to his ears. What the hell kind of nickname is that?? Chuuya should definitely hate it, especially when he's pretty damn sure that Dazai is just calling him that to piss him off, but for some stupid reason hearing it makes him shiver, little goosebumps popping up on his skin. He's a prideful catboy, thanks, not a kitten, but damn, hearing Dazai say that nickname in that voice is doing things to him, and when Chuuya turns around there's no hiding the blush on his cheeks.

"What the hell?? Don't just come up with shitty nicknames for me, you bastard!! I'm not a kitten!!" Granted it's better than chibi or slug, but still, it's embarrassing, even if Chuuya is already sinking to his knees before Dazai, tail swishing back and forth and ears perked up as he comes face to face with Dazai's erection. He licks his lips when he sees the precum glistening on the head, and he looks up at Dazai with slightly slitted pupils, blue eyes darkened with desire. He should refuse to suck Dazai's dick since he didn't get him off like he wanted, but Chuuya is weak right now, and honestly tasting Dazai on his tongue doesn't sound bad at all.

"If you cum the second I get my mouth on you I'm gonna claw your face off," he warns, though there's very little bite behind his words right now. He gives in and wraps a clawed hand around the base of Dazai's length, and he wastes no time leaning in to lick a hot, wet stripe up the underside of Dazai's cock, tongue tracing the thick vein running underneath it. His tongue isn't exactly rough on the level of a regular cat but there's a very, very slight roughness to it that Dazai might just appreciate as he laps at the head of his cock, greedily licking up the precum that's collected there.

He's aware that he can't falter, he can't possibly show the other man how turned on he really is. That's just not on the table or in the cards, after all, since he's always been the one far more skilled at hiding his emotions.

Even though, admittedly, hiding them right now is quite difficult. He trails the tip of his tongue against one fang as he closes his eyes, listening to the subtle sounds of the redhead changing position. He doesn't need to see to know exactly what Chuuya does. He's playing right into his hand, following every little instruction just as a good Kitten would do.

Crimson eyes finally reopen as he hears that ultimatum, and lips finally part fully to speak. He's heard everything his former partner has said, of course, but found no need to comment on any single word or phrase until now. Even then, his tone is light and cheerful, as if the threat he's been given means nothing at all.

Because, in all honesty, it doesn't mean a thing. Chuuya won't do anything to him, he knows this. The most the catboy will do is argue, scratch his pale skin a little, but ultimately cause very little harm. He doesn't wish to actually maim the vampire, and if Dazai were still human, he'd be sure Chuuya wouldn't want to kill him, either.

They have too much of a history for that.
"You wouldn't harm my face. If you did, you'd have nothing to look at and fawn over, Kitten," Dazai says, tilting his head slightly to emphasize how light-hearted he's intending his comment to be. The addition of that new nickname for the redhead is thrown in there, of course, because the reaction it had elicited previously was too wonderful to ignore.

Eyelids flutter closed again as he takes a sharp breath, feeling that slightly rough tongue glide around his head. Just that contact, that feeling and sensation alone is enough to send a chill down his spine, as it has been far too long since he's been intimate with anyone. There has been an underlying fear within him ever since turning into an undead that he may lose control. He may turn someone else into what he is. He knows that's not what he really wishes for, so he's been careful.

But he isn't worried about Chuuya, considering that he's no longer human, himself. That, and Chuuya is the perfect person not to let him lose control.

"You can't just tease me like this, you know. You're worrying too much about how fast I cum. I'm able to hold back..." Softly, those words leave Dazai's lips as his hand reaches forward and runs through the catboy's hair. He doesn't grip any strands too hard, but he does plant his palm firmly against the scalp, just to reiterate that he is in control.

Chuuya is determined to drag plenty of reactions out of Dazai tonight, which will make him feel pretty damn smug, because even if Dazai tries to play it cool and hide how he really feels his body is nothing but honest, and he couldn’t hope to hide how hard he is right now. He doesn’t need Dazai to moan and cry out to know that he’s feeling good, because there are plenty of other ways to tell, and you can bet that Chuuya’s sharp, feline eyes are watching intently. Dazai closing his eyes as he gets into position makes Chuuya think that he’s trying to resist the temptation to look, and he likes that quite a bit. Maybe he’s following instructions, but he’s still got some power here, and he plans on using it to his advantage.

Of course Chuuya’s threat falls flat, because Dazai knows that Chuuya wouldn’t claw his face off, or do much more than scratch his legs up a bit and complain. He may love to tell Dazai how he’s going to kill him or maim him or whatever else, but they both know that he doesn’t mean it, and he never really has. Well, maybe when they first met, but that’s about it. Still, he snorts at that comment, shooting a little glare up at Dazai.

“Like hell I’d fawn over your stupid face,” Chuuya hisses, but there’s not much anger behind it. He’s too horny to be all that angry, even if Dazai’s cheery tone aggravates him, and he likes that nickname far more than he should, so he doesn’t protest it. Dazai will probably never let him live that down, but oh well. Chuuya likes what he likes, and if Dazai wants to call him Kitten while they fuck he wouldn’t be opposed.

He hears that sharp inhale, knows that he’s having an effect on Dazai, and he swirls his tongue around the head of his cock before taking it into his mouth and sucking it greedily. He wants Dazai to lose control, at least when it comes to sex, and if he succeeds in driving the vampire wild with lust he’ll take that as a victory. There’s not a hint of fear in his blue eyes as he looks up at Dazai-

-because he isn’t afraid of him, undead or no. He never has been, and he never will be. Even if Dazai lost control Chuuya is certain he could handle it, so he isn’t worried in the slightest.

His mouth is too busy for him to talk back, so he simply slides more of Dazai’s cock in his mouth, careful not to prick him with his fangs. Dazai could probably handle it, but Chuuya wants to show that he’s in complete control of himself, and he won’t just be sloppy and careless about this.

Dazai running his fingers through his hair like that gets him purring ever so slightly, which should lovely vibrations up and down Dazai’s cock. He knows that Dazai is trying to assert his dominance and remain in control by placing his hand on his head, and Chuuya’s ears flatten a little at the thought, but in the end it feels too good for him to pull away. At least Chuuya can try to take him apart anyway, and he’s pretty damn sure that he can make Dazai cum in record time.

He laps at Dazai’s cock in between sucks, eager to taste more of Dazai’s precum on his tongue. He’s such a greedy little thing right now, and he can’t help but slowly take even more of Dazai’s cock into his mouth until he’s got that heated length halfway inside. His eyes remain fixed on Dazai all the while, eager to see his reactions, and he grips Dazai’s hips with clawed hands, digging them in ever so slightly.

Confident that he won't lose control while maintaining as much composure as possible, Dazai's eyes finally reopen, though slowly, and his lips curve into one of the widest, most devious smirks he's produced in quite some time. Even though he's aware that his body is going to fight his will to resist expressing pleasure, he's too stubborn to succumb to anything. He's not going to show the redhead how he feels, and if, by chance, Chuuya does say something about how the vampire's thighs are a bit more tensed up than they usually are, Dazai will deny it.

He'll do anything he can to ensure Chuuya believes he's not doing a great job with his mouth. Why? Because it's entertaining. Entertaining and manipulative, just as he's used to. He'll cum when he wants, not when Chuuya wants.

At least, he's hoping that'll be the case. As he feels more of his former partner's warm mouth envelop his length, he releases a shuddering breath, quickly rolling his bottom lip under teeth in an effort to pretend that he didn't just give a clue. He can't lose this challenge that he's imposed upon himself, not so soon.

Problem is, Chuuya seems to really be enjoying this, as evidenced by how hungrily he laps up any precum that has been coaxed out. Dazai, while having been celibate for a bit longer than he'd like, still recalls that he hasn't received such an enthusiastic blowjob in -- well, forever.

After a moment's pause, he releases his lip from the confines of teeth and speaks, voice low.

"You're treating me as if I'm your next meal. Any particular reason?"
He wonders if the redhead is doing this because of the nickname he's been given. If so, Dazai will have to make sure to use it again and again. But if it's just because Chuuya wants to see him crumble and break his facade of pretending not to feel amazing, he wouldn't be surprised. Chuuya has done similar things to him in the past, so this wouldn't be anything new.

Dazai's fingers grasp more hair as he feels those claws dig into flesh, as he still, even in this form, dislikes pain. Pupils widen as he parts his lips and sighs, shaking his head. Even though he hears those purrs and would normally enjoy them, his mind goes blank for a moment at the pain. He tugs on red hair a bit harder than before, as if to plead for Chuuya to be gentle.

"Ah, you should be careful with your claws. I don't want scratches on me," he attempts, but his hips push forward right as he speaks, as if his words mean little. What the catboy is doing with his tongue surpasses any scratch or any sort of pain he might feel.

He's already feeling closer to orgasm than he'd like.

Dazai grinning like that can't mean anything good, but Chuuya isn't about to pull away just yet, not when he's enjoying himself so much. His tail swishes back and forth as he laps at Dazai's cock, rough tongue dipping into the slit, and you'd think that he was starving for this with how eager he is. Perhaps that's somewhat true, because even if he's not being touched himself just the act of pleasing a partner is enough to satisfy some of his urges, and he's not about to pull away until he gets what he's after, which is Dazai's cum in his mouth. It's a little frustrating that Dazai is holding back any pleasured sounds or expressions, but Chuuya can definitely tell that he's having an effect on him, and that's the most important thing. He can feel how tense he is, how his cock throbs against his tongue, and that's more than enough for Chuuya to tell that he's doing something right here.

Chuuya's ears perk up when he hears that shuddering breath, and it's far too late for Dazai to try and hide it now. Chuuya feels a little smug about that, and if his mouth weren't currently occupied he'd bite at that plush bottom lip and tease Dazai about how he's totally enjoying himself right now. But Chuuya is enjoying himself too, so much that his own cock twitches and throbs between his legs, and he moans around Dazai's cock when he tastes even more precum on his tongue. There's a hazy look in his eyes right now, and his scent is more powerful than ever, and it's a miracle that he's able to concentrate on anything other than getting himself off.

Dazai asks him a question and Chuuya just slides even more of his cock into his mouth, this time damn near taking him to the hilt. His motivations for sucking his cock so greedily are mixed, but the biggest reason is because he wants Dazai to give in and come undone from his efforts. Plus, if he's a good little kitten then maybe he'll get a reward in the form of Dazai finally fucking him.

Apparently Chuuya is getting a little too excited though, because before he knows it he's digging his claws even deeper into Dazai's hips, and Dazai doesn't seem to appreciate it. Chuuya groans when Dazai grasps at even more of his hair, the slight tug sending pleasant shivers up and down his spine. Unlike Dazai he enjoys some pain with his pleasure, and he wouldn't mind if Dazai started pulling and yanking on his hair just a little bit. He also enjoys the the way Dazai's eyes go wide, and that shake of his head makes Chuuya want to dig his claws even deeper into his flesh...if only he weren't feeling particularly obedient right now.

That tug on his hair gets a soft mewl out of him, and he finally takes the hint and loosens his grip on Dazai's hips until his hands are merely resting on them. That's fine, Chuuya doesn't need to dig his claws into Dazai to suck his dick like he was made for it, and when Dazai pushes his hips forward Chuuya starts to slowly bob his head up and down, the hot slide of Dazai's cock against his tongue making him purr even louder. He swallows around that thick length, eager to push Dazai over the edge and milk him dry, if only the vampire will give in and let it happen.

Why, oh why, is Chuuya so talented at this? Dazai really couldn't fathom the reasons, but he can't really complain. After all, he is the center of attention here, and he knows that if he genuinely complains in a way where it doesn't seem like a tease, Chuuya may stop.

Though, honestly, that'd be unlikely. Chuuya is too worked up from even just this brief taste of what's to come to stop, Dazai believes. The fact that those claws are no longer piercing his cool, delicate flesh is enough to convince him of that fact, that Chuuya won't stop any of this until he gets what he wants.

Dazai is planning on giving him just that soon enough, but first --

He has to cum.

Another shuddering breath escapes past his lips as he rolls his head from side to side, messy brown locks trying their best to fall over his eyes. But he still keeps them open, crimson irises piercing Chuuya with their menacing gaze through the gaps between strands of hair. Even if Dazai doesn't intend for them to be, his eyes have always given off that air ever since he'd turned undead. The hand grasping Chuuya's locks tightens at the knuckles as he pulls and lifts it upward, figuring that the earlier tugs didn't bother the catboy at all. He'll keep devoting attention toward playing with that captivating red hair as long as his brain allows him to, but when he gets close to orgasm, he may have to stop.
Speaking of which, the vampire soon feels that familiar rush of heat pooling in his groin. He can't help but begin to crumble and fall, legs shaking slightly the closer he gets to the end.

"F-fuck ..." He breathes, shaking his head to push away those pesky strands of hair that have somehow remained over his eyes. Fangs exposed as his lips part further, he snaps his hips forward as soon as Chuuya takes initiative and swallows all of his thick length down. So close. So, so close.

"Keep those purrs coming, Kitten, and you'll get your reward ver--"

In a low growl, his words come to a halt and he releases his hold on Chuuya's hair, hand now sliding down his back. He pulls him forward, as close as possible, so that his seed hits right against the back of his throat. As he comes, his legs buckle and weakness sets in, but he manages to remain upright long enough to watch Chuuya's face.

He wants to see his expression shift. He wants to see what sort of mark he's left. He wants to see how desperate the redhead is for more.

Chuuya hasn’t had a ton of practice sucking dick or anything, but he’s done this with Dazai enough to know what he likes, and while he normally wouldn’t go out of his way to please Dazai right now he’s only focused on one thing, and that’s getting Dazai off and being rewarded for it.

He seems to be well on his way to achieving that, and nothing is going to deter him from making Dazai cum. He wants to feel the satisfaction of having pleased his partner, and maybe he’ll even earn some praise while he’s at it. Of course what he wants most of all is to get off, and he believes that Dazai will at least let him rut against his leg after this, if nothing else. At this point he’ll take just about anything, because he feels wound up tight and ready to burst.

The way Dazai is looking at him makes him shudder, that piercing gaze causing a rush of heat in him that has him jerking his hips up in a desperate attempt to get some much needed friction. He whines pitifully when he gets no relief, though it soon shifts into a pained whimper when Dazai yanks on his hair even harder, ears pinned back against his head. He notably isn’t pushing Dazai away or asking him to stop though, because part of him enjoys the pain, and he never stops purring even for a second.

He can feel Dazai’s legs begin to shake, and he knows before the vampire even open his mouth that he’s close. He can feel Dazai’s cock throb and twitch in his mouth, ready to burst at any second, and Chuuya struggles not to choke when he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock even deeper in Chuuya’s waiting mouth. His eyes water as he swallows around that heated length, and his ears perk back up when Dazai calls him Kitten again, his own cock twitching between his legs. Dazai is right on the edge, Chuuya can tell by the way his words die on his lips, and when Dazai releases his hair and pulls him forward Chuuya readies himself to swallow Dazai’s load.

The first thick spurt hits the back of his throat and-

Chuuya eagerly swallows it, though that’s far from everything Dazai has to give him. He tries his best to swallow down every drop of cum, purring even louder than before, though some ends up dripping down the corners of his lips, making him look even more lewd. He watches Dazai’s face the entire time, looking up at Dazai with lust-darkened eyes, and just the act of swallowing his cum has Chuuya aching with need. He won’t pull away until Dazai does though, because as impatient as he is to get off he won’t let Dazai say that he did a half-assed job.

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[no_longer_human]

[ His orgasm is intense, his legs nearly buckling from the strength of each individual pump his cock spurts out into the redhead's mouth. He can't help but gasp a few fleeting, broken breaths as his fingers unclench and free themselves from that bright, fiery hair. Hair that, even with cat ears poking out from underneath, catches his eye longer than it should. It's a color that suits Chuuya's personality, a color that he genuinely couldn't see anyone else owning up to just as well as he does.

The vampire steps back just one single step, crimson eyes sliding down from Chuuya's vivid locks and toward his face. His lips, now devoid of being around the brunette's length, are swollen from the deed he's just accomplished, but that trickle of cum trailing down one corner is more than enough to make Dazai's dick throb. It's not even completely flaccid, even though the blowjob he's been given was intense and amazing. He's just far too riled up to be satisfied with that and that alone.

Casually, he licks one fang as his hand reaches for the white slickness falling from the catboy's lips. With a quick swipe of two fingers, he cleans up the "mess" and brings it to his lips.

He's never been one for enjoying the taste of his own release, but he doesn't particularly mind it, either. It gives him an extra moment to decide what he'll do with the shorter man now that he's orgasmed once. ]

Well, well. I'd praise you for that, Kitten, but --

I'm not feeling it. I think you're going to have to show me what else you can do. Particularly with that ass of yours.

[ He casually traces a circle in the air with one slender, pale finger. ]

Your choice. Go to the bedroom and get into position, or turn around right where you are. Either way, I'm going to claim you.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[When Dazai steps back his softened cock slips from Chuuya’s slightly swollen lips, leaving Chuuya free to lick them clean as best he can. His little fangs poke out slightly as he makes a spectacle of cleaning himself up, and he definitely takes notice of how Dazai’s dick isn’t completely flaccid, even after an orgasm. Must be a vampire thing, because Chuuya knows that Dazai came hard, so there’s no way he’s feeling completely unsatisfied. Whatever the case Chuuya is glad for it, because the sooner Dazai can fuck him the better.

Chuuya’s tail swishes behind him excitedly as he watches Dazai swipe some of the cum he missed off of his lips and lick his fingers clean, his own cock throbbing between his legs. He’s waited so long to get off that it won’t take much to make him cum, but even after giving Dazai a mind-blowing orgasm the vampire still isn’t going to return the favor, and Chuuya is about to lose his goddamn mind. He straight up pouts when Dazai doesn’t praise him, but oh? He’s finally going to give in and fuck Chuuya like he’s been wanting? Well, it’s not praise, but it’s the next best thing, and Chuuya sheds his robe completely before turning around and positioning himself face-down ass-up without a hint of shame.]

Fuck me right here. I should still be wet.

[He lifts his tail up, exposing his slicked-up hole, because he knew what Dazai was coming over for and prepared himself accordingly so that they could skip the prep altogether. He doesn’t care if he looks completely shameless right now, or that Dazai says that he’s going to claim him. All he wants is to be fucked, and he can get grumbly about the consequences later. If the sight of Chuuya like this isn’t enticing enough then Dazai is going to get hit with another wave of pheromones, because Chuuya wants to fuck, and his body is ensuring that that’s going to happen.]

my lack of icons is showing already

[no_longer_human]

[ Vampire stamina is apparent, clearly, with how erect Dazai's dick still is, even after Chuuya has finished sucking him off. He's oddly prideful of this, evidenced by his smirk that seems to never end.

He's speechless as he witnesses Chuuya pout, even if he has plenty of snarky things he very well could say. His brain is too busy mulling over what he could do to the catboy the second he turns around or leads him to the bedroom. Where they fuck is Chuuya's call; how they fuck is Dazai's.

That's the arrangement the vampire is satisfied with, and the arrangement he's positive Chuuya also enjoys. ]

Oh ...

[ It's not the words he hears that makes him gasp out that one breathy thing. No, it's the fact that Chuuya has prepared himself for this. Dazai is almost impressed by that, but he won't show it. Not with words or praise. He will, however, instantly wrap his slender hand around his shaft and stroke, just enough to get it completely hard.

It takes about as long as he expects, which isn't long at all. But as he reaches forward with his free hand to begin to stretch out the tempting hole in front of him, the wave of pheromones in the air hit him.

Hard.

He shudders. ]

Fuck ...

Can you handle me ... if I don't stretch you out first?

All good!

[thetaintedsorrow]

[He can tell that he’s taken Dazai off-guard by suddenly presenting himself like this, and he can’t help but feel a little smug about that reaction. He knows he looks good, but Dazai is always incredibly stubborn about admitting that, and though he doesn’t say as much in words just hearing that gasp is enough to tell Chuuya exactly what he thinks of the sight before him.

He’s practically trembling in anticipation by the time Dazai reaches out to touch him, and Chuuya arches his back with a high-pitched moan when those slender fingers start stretching out his slicked-up hole. He’s so worked up that he could probably cum just from that much, but he stubbornly tries to hold out, wanting to cum with Dazai inside of him.

That question gets an immediate answer, Chuuya’s cock throbbing and dripping between his legs.]

Yes. Just fuck me already. I don’t wanna wait any longer.

[He doesn’t think he could, even if he tried. At this point if Dazai refuses to fuck him he’d probably pin him down and ride him into the floor, because he needs release soon or he might just go crazy.]

[no_longer_human]

[ As tempting as teasing the other man is, and it really, really is, Dazai can't actually go through with it. Thanks to having vampiric stamina and from a few quick strokes, he's already rock hard again. Normally, he would be turned on by this point, but not as hard as before he's gotten off. It's almost magic to him in some ways, and it's thrilling! If only he could consume more than just blood for sustenance, then being a vampire would be perfect.

As quickly as he's slipped two fingers inside, he yanks them back out, snaking them around to stroke the catboy's length with not only vigor but enthusiasm. He's not going to make him wait for this release much longer, but he's also not going to stop doing what he wants to do until he's satisfied for the second time.

With his other hand, he steadies his cock and presses his head against that delicate, hungry hole and then chuckles. Leaning forward, he rests his chin against the redhead's shoulder before he pushes himself halfway inside in one sharp thrust. His body trembles from the sensation and pleasure of it all, and he lets out a deep moan. ]

You ... are far tighter than I remember.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya knew Dazai even before he became a vampire, and he can confirm that his stamina is otherworldly as a supernatural being compared to what it once was. Not that it was bad before, but it certainly wasn't anything like this. The fact that they could end up going all night is thrilling, and Chuuya is more than a little eager to get this fuckathon started.

He immediately mourns the loss of Dazai's fingers inside of him when he pulls them out, but then he wraps his hand around Chuuya's cock instead, and Chuuya can't hold back a second longer. He cums almost as soon as Dazai starts stroking him, spilling hot and thick over his hand, and he moans and mewls as his hips jerk forward, thrusting into Dazai's hand. His orgasm is so intense that he's trembling, and he's oh so relieved that Dazai finally granted him sweet release.

He's far from spent however, and he doesn't go soft, even after that orgasm. Good thing too, because soon Dazai is lining his cock up with his greedy hole, and Chuuya shudders as he presses back against him. He wants Dazai inside of him so badly, even now, and his ears fold back when he hears that chuckle, figuring that he's going to be teased even more. Fuck, he doesn't know how much longer he can last before he resorts to begging...

But then Dazai finally thrusts inside of him, and Chuuya arches up with a desperate cry, the feeling of being stretched and filled all too heavenly. Hearing Dazai moan so close to his ear and say how tight he is only makes the pleasure even sweeter, and Chuuya pushes back against him, trying to drive him even deeper.]

Fuck...don't stop...

[no_longer_human]

[ Even with his relatively neverending stamina, Dazai still finds himself needing a moment to breathe as he pushes his cock all the way inside. His breaths are somewhat ragged and he's sure the other man can feel and hear them from how close his mouth is to his neck. But even if he hears any comment from the redhead that isn't positive about those broken, rapid breaths, he won't listen. He's in control here, completely in charge, and he's aware that Chuuya is desperate for his cock. He's been begging for it for this entire evening, pretty much, and the fact that he'd even prepared himself beforehand is more than enough evidence to justify that claim.

His hand idly strokes the shorter man's shaft as he pulls his hips back, hesitating to thrust again just so that he can tease a bit further. As soon as he feels the cock in his hand twitch he juts forward to completely envelop his dick in slick warmth yet again. A guttural moan leaves his mouth and he tilts his head to press lips against that soft neck. But he doesn't keep them there. Tilting his neck just a bit, he whispers: ]

What if I do? What will my little Kitten do then? Hm?

[ He knows Chuuya has little leverage or power here. Dazai can leave since he's gotten to come once, after all. ]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[He can definitely feel and hear Dazai breathing heavy, and Chuuya is panting plenty himself, both from his orgasm and from feeling Dazai pushing all the way inside of him. It feels so fucking good being stretched out like this, and Chuuya is more than ready for Dazai to pound into him, because he's definitely been craving this all day long. Of course Dazai just has to tease him, and Chuuya shudders and twitches when Dazai strokes his oversensitive cock. Everything feels so intense right now, and Chuuya whimpers pitifully when Dazai pulls back, desperate to feel full again.]

Ngh...

[He groans when Dazai thrusts back inside of him, and those lips on his neck threaten to drive him wild. It's such a sensitive area, but of course Dazai doesn't linger there, and Chuuya grumbles when Dazai taunts him once again.]

I'll kick your ass...

[Doesn't sound very threatening when he's panting and breathless, but he's Chuuya, and his stubborn pride won't allow him to answer any other way. He pushes his hips back against Dazai impatiently to emphasize his words, wanting him to just fuck him already and stop with all this teasing.]

[no_longer_human]

[ He's expecting Chuuya to get even more riled up, even more upset over his teasing. Honestly, if the tables were turned, he may have reacted in a similar manner -- after a much longer teasing session, of course. Chuuya always has been quick to anger, which is the main reason why Dazai enjoys it so much.

Needless to say, as soon as Dazai hears that threat, that very weak threat that he knows the redhead won't actually ever fulfill, he chuckles and returns his lips to where they recently were. However, instead of lifting back as quickly as he had before, he leaves them there long enough to suck. Not for blood, no. His teeth aren't anywhere near skin. He's just intending on leaving a mark, claiming the other man as his own, truly. No other vampire, no other person, could honestly fight him for that title.

With a loud pop, he pulls his lips back and chuckles again, stifling the fact that Chuuya's hips pushing back in that perfect way is causing his thighs to tremble. He doesn't want Chuuya to figure out that his change in movement then has that much power. He only wants Chuuya to believe that he is in control. Just as he always is.

Pulling his own hips back a bit, he then thrusts forward with more intensity than before. There's no way that doesn't cause a very pleasant sound to leave the catboy's mouth. Dazai's own moan is stifled by his lips pressing against Chuuya's neck again, possibly unnoticed. ]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya mewls when Dazai’s lips find the side of his neck again, cock throbbing between his legs. It’s Chuuya’s ultimate weak spot, and feeling Dazai sucking on the sensitive skin there is enough to drive him wild. He kind of wants to feel those fangs sinking deep into his neck again, to feel Dazai lapping up his blood oh so eagerly, but instead he seems intent on leaving a mark, and Chuuya finds that incredibly fucking hot. In reality he loves the idea of being marked up by Dazai, but like hell he’ll admit that out loud.

That soft chuckle sends shivers down his spine, and god fucking damn it, Dazai must be feeling pretty goddamn smug right about now. Chuuya pushes his hips back again defiantly, desperate to get a nice reaction out of Dazai, to drag sweet sounds of pleasure out of him, but of course Dazai has the upper hand, and when he thrusts forward again Chuuya moans loud and lewd, unable to contain himself. Dazai’s cock feels so fucking good stretching him out and filling him up like this, and Chuuya can already feel his arousal building to a boiling point all over again.]

Ngh...fuck...just...bite me again already!

[Maybe it’s his instincts demanding that he be claimed right now, or maybe Chuuya just gets off on the idea of Dazai biting him all over, but whatever the case Chuuya longs to feel those fangs sinking into his flesh over and over again.]

[no_longer_human]

[ All Dazai cares about right now is making sure Chuuya and everyone else knows that he belongs to him. Him and nobody else, and if another vampire happens to ever lay his sights on the redhead, they're going to be in for a rude awakening. Vampires are already territorial as is, so Dazai already deeming Chuuya as his own personal pet just makes that feeling even stronger.

He'll fight to keep his claim if he has to.

Even though he can't feel those shivers running down the redhead's spine, Dazai is still quite certain that Chuuya has reacted to the chuckle. He always does, after all, even when Dazai's chuckles are innocent. This one wasn't, clearly, and the next one that leaves his lips really isn't, either. He pulls his lips back just enough to line the catboy's collarbone with light kisses as his hips push forward again. A slow, but powerful rhythm. He's positive that the way he's moving is driving Chuuya wild.

At that request, however, he stops at the hilt, refusing to pull his hips back. ]

Hm? Did I hear you correctly?

[ He'll lick Chuuya's neck for good measure before continuing to speak. ]

I'm in control here. Did you forget? I have no intention of following your orders. Not unless you truly make them worth my while.

[ He'll slowly slink his hand back around to wrap his fingers around Chuuya's cock again, too, but he'll be too cruel to actually pump him. Not until he hears what the redhead has to say next. ]