[It's good that Chuuya gives him that reminder, because as hands start to wander and pull at clothes Atsushi suddenly remembers something. He abruptly reaches out for both of their hands to get their attention.
W-wait, um- I have scars. Please don't make a big deal of them?
[He's sure Dazai could have guessed this by now, but he's still saying this for Chuuya's benefit. He would be surprised if both of them didn't have scars, given their port mafia history, so maybe they'll get it. He's okay-ish with them being shown, but if either of them stop to stare or gasp at them he'll be taken right out of all of this.
Once he's said his piece though, he'll nod at Chuuya and then let go of their hands. Then he accepts that kiss and is surprised by how slow and thorough it is. Damn. Every time he gets kissed somehow he gets his socks knocked off.
He's breathless and panting by the time Chuuya asks that second question, but he nods at that one too.]
(neither of them would bat an eye towards scars. perhaps chuuya would treat them with more care, but dazai himself would move past them. his body is marked in too many ways, both done by himself and in battlefields and schemes, hidden from anyone's eyes by the bandages that bring him some relief. he would be too much of a hypocrite if he were to pay them any mind when he doesn't even allow his own to be seen.
the hand that stops him gets a trip towards dazai's lips in a kiss - it's all the confirmation he thinks is necessary before he allows it to be taken away.
it's fine if he doesn't come this time around, one of them will most definitely make it up to him one way or another, so dazai easily complies. for someone who seems incapable of shutting up on a daily basis, this is a much quieter look on him - solely because he's focused, busy as his lips move downwards. a hand undoes the pants, before his eyes fall on atsushi - it's asking permission, because there's really no going back from this.
a certain silver tongue works wonders, in more ways than one.)
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Date: 2024-01-28 05:39 am (UTC)W-wait, um- I have scars. Please don't make a big deal of them?
[He's sure Dazai could have guessed this by now, but he's still saying this for Chuuya's benefit. He would be surprised if both of them didn't have scars, given their port mafia history, so maybe they'll get it. He's okay-ish with them being shown, but if either of them stop to stare or gasp at them he'll be taken right out of all of this.
Once he's said his piece though, he'll nod at Chuuya and then let go of their hands. Then he accepts that kiss and is surprised by how slow and thorough it is. Damn. Every time he gets kissed somehow he gets his socks knocked off.
He's breathless and panting by the time Chuuya asks that second question, but he nods at that one too.]
Y-yeah. If that's okay?
[He glances back to Dazai for confirmation.]
cw self harm mention
Date: 2024-02-01 01:45 am (UTC)the hand that stops him gets a trip towards dazai's lips in a kiss - it's all the confirmation he thinks is necessary before he allows it to be taken away.
it's fine if he doesn't come this time around, one of them will most definitely make it up to him one way or another, so dazai easily complies. for someone who seems incapable of shutting up on a daily basis, this is a much quieter look on him - solely because he's focused, busy as his lips move downwards. a hand undoes the pants, before his eyes fall on atsushi - it's asking permission, because there's really no going back from this.
a certain silver tongue works wonders, in more ways than one.)