bandagedfool | IC Contact || Duplicity

Jouno is heavy against Dazai as they walk, carefully counting his steps. It's usually second nature to navigate from the train to his apartment, even blind, but tonight, it's all the more difficult. Fortunately, with the other's help, he makes it and he's all too relieved to pull away from Dazai and work on removing his boots.

The laces prove to be more than he's capable of at the moment though, so instead, he simply slumps down on the floor. Back against the wall, he raises his foot, a quiet cry for help. It seems he's enlisting Dazai's aid for even this at the moment.

Oh, he still needed him?

Dazai kicked off his own shoes unceremoniously, only leaning down briefly to set them into their right spot, to avoid having Jouno trip over them. Only then did he notice the struggle Jouno had been having, his eyes wandering down to the boots, and the way Jouno was silently asking for help.

It would be hilarious to leave him to struggle there in the entranceway.

With that thought in mind, Dazai kneels down in front of him. "I've got it." He murmurs, his hands carefully moving to get working. One hand rests against the back of Jouno's ankle, holding his leg and boot in place as his other hand slowly undoes the laces. Once the laces were undone enough, he carefully pulls Jouno's boot off. The process is then repeated with the other shoe, a soft hum being the only sound that Dazai makes as he took care of this for Jouno.

Even drunk, Jouno can still hear the careful way Dazai unlaces his boots. It's slow and deliberate, but Jouno doubts that Dazai is aware what he's doing to him -- Jouno has always had a thing for being served, after all.

He waits until Dazai is finished unlacing and removing his boots before he reaches forward and grabs him by the collar with a gloved hand. Jouno is drunk, angry, and now he just wants to get laid. Dazai will do for that. They'd just made their new agreement, even, so perhaps it could get interesting...

He forces Dazai into a bruising kiss, all but pulling Dazai down to his level on the floor. It's not the ideal place for this, but in his drunken stupor, Jouno also doesn't think that it's the worst.

As Jouno suspects, Dazai had no clue what he was doing, or that Jouno was into something so simple. Something that took little effort to pull off. After all, Dazai was used to serving others, in another life.

Being unaware had its perks. Being tugged in so hard, forcing Dazai down onto the floor with him, and dragging him into that kiss -- it's enough to make anyone melt. There was a hint of desperation, desire.

His hands had to steady him, he needed somewhere to put them. They end up against Jouno's shoulders, pressing him harder against the wall he was leaning up on. The kiss is returned in the same manner as it began, Dazai's energy easily matching Jouno's.

Dazai's fingers wander, beginning to pull off the jacket he'd given Jouno while they were out. For now, he was following Jouno's lead.

Jouno's back presses against the wall, further pushed by Dazai's hands. He doesn't mind the contact, enjoys it even. His own hands move to settle on Dazai, one on his shoulder and the other on his hip. The coat slides down his arms, but he doesn't move to let it be tugged off entirely yet.

Instead, he's focused on the kiss, his lips parting sloppily. It's not the usual graceful kiss that Dazai is used to from him. It's messy and hungry, hot and wet.

The hand on Dazai's shoulder shifts, moving to cover Dazai's throat, long fingers wrapping around it. He squeezes, not so hard as to really hurt Dazai, but certainly enough to cut off his airflow. He keeps their lips locked, never breaking the kiss even as he chokes him.

Dazai's not sure how they ended up in this position, but he sure as hell wasn't about to complain about it. Nothing about this was graceful. It was messy, hurried. Feverish, in a way that none of the kisses they'd shared in recent months had been.

The way he was pulled down, Dazai's knee was already between the other man's legs, making it easy for him to shift and press his knee against Jouno's crotch, as he parts his lips. In the same moment, Jouno would be able to feel the shudder that runs down Dazai's back as his airflow is cut off.

Still, Dazai doesn't pull back. This doesn't deter him whatsoever. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, he lets his hands continue to wander, now wandering further down to begin to unbutton his shirt.

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