[Bungou Stray Dogs] there you go again, making me love you
Titolo: there you go again, making me love you
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Personaggi: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya
Rating: NSFW
Prompt: Tema libero [week6 / M3 - COW-T 7]
Wordcount: 300
Avvertimenti: Roba mezza porna e angst
Note dell'autrice: Mi vado a nascondere perché chi lo sa scrivere il porn (anche quello super soft).
The last time they ended up like this, Chuuya told himself it wouldn’t happen again. But whenever the other showed up at his door, refusal died on his tongue. And Dazai’s lips on his neck and hands under his shirt have always been far more convincing that a pretentious promise he knew they wouldn’t keep.
Dazai’s hands slip first between his legs, expert fingers exploring paths all too familiar, to that one little spot that he knows so well and makes Chuuya bit his lower lip. But it’s when Dazai gets inside him with one long thrust that Chuuya feels complete again - amazing how they could hate each other so much and yet their bodies would fit together so well.
As he sets the pace, Dazai looks at him with watery eyes and something else behind them, dark and scary, that seems to make him seek comfort.
Chuuya doesn’t ask, he has learnt not to. Because he knows Dazai can only give him sex and pleasure. There is no place for care, no place for love. Not with someone like him.
And Chuuya tells himself it’s the same for him. He’s up for anything that would bring the best result to both of them. But honestly that’s one big lie - because he still longs for something that is out of his reach.
Dazai kisses him hard, claiming the moans that get lost between their lips. They are both close, he can feel it. He buries his hand in Dazai’s hair and clings to him, almost desperately.
Chuuya knows his heart wants more, but it will take what he can for now - as he always did.
Even if it’s a one night stand. Even if it’s one last time.
(For them, it’s one last time all over again.)
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Personaggi: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya
Rating: NSFW
Prompt: Tema libero [week6 / M3 - COW-T 7]
Wordcount: 300
Avvertimenti: Roba mezza porna e angst
Note dell'autrice: Mi vado a nascondere perché chi lo sa scrivere il porn (anche quello super soft).
The last time they ended up like this, Chuuya told himself it wouldn’t happen again. But whenever the other showed up at his door, refusal died on his tongue. And Dazai’s lips on his neck and hands under his shirt have always been far more convincing that a pretentious promise he knew they wouldn’t keep.
Dazai’s hands slip first between his legs, expert fingers exploring paths all too familiar, to that one little spot that he knows so well and makes Chuuya bit his lower lip. But it’s when Dazai gets inside him with one long thrust that Chuuya feels complete again - amazing how they could hate each other so much and yet their bodies would fit together so well.
As he sets the pace, Dazai looks at him with watery eyes and something else behind them, dark and scary, that seems to make him seek comfort.
Chuuya doesn’t ask, he has learnt not to. Because he knows Dazai can only give him sex and pleasure. There is no place for care, no place for love. Not with someone like him.
And Chuuya tells himself it’s the same for him. He’s up for anything that would bring the best result to both of them. But honestly that’s one big lie - because he still longs for something that is out of his reach.
Dazai kisses him hard, claiming the moans that get lost between their lips. They are both close, he can feel it. He buries his hand in Dazai’s hair and clings to him, almost desperately.
Chuuya knows his heart wants more, but it will take what he can for now - as he always did.
Even if it’s a one night stand. Even if it’s one last time.
(For them, it’s one last time all over again.)