IC Contact || Duplicity

[bandagedfool]

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[bandagedfool]

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.

[pricelesstears]

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.

[bandagedfool]

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.