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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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.