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“I didn’t realise you have one of those, Chuuya.”
Getting caught by Dazai with his literal pants down is one of the worst nightmares come to pass. He’s sure he’d locked the door of the bathroom stall.
“Though… I guess now I know you’re a natural redhead.”
Cheeks red, Chuuya covers his crotch with one hand while hurriedly pulling the underwear up from the floor with the other. “If you’re gonna mock-”
“I’m not that kind of person. I don’t really care either way.” Dazai’s uncovered eye looks his work partner over. “Pretty hairy though. I thought you’d be more of a child, but I guess it’s only your stature.” With that insult disguised as comment, he leaves to use a different stall.
Relief that, at least for now, Dazai hasn’t latched onto the matter of his birth genitals to be an asshole. Maybe he isn’t a complete idiot.
As if. Chuuya makes an annoyed face and, pants back up and hands washed, leaves the bathroom to get back to work. There are more important things to worry about than whether he’s ‘too hairy’ down there.
He hadn’t managed to forget. He hadn’t managed to figure out why he cares about Dazai’s stupid comments, either, although after shaving some he’d felt better about the lack of an actual cock. He’d even found himself at night stroking the little head of the clit slowly being made larger by the hormones he’s getting from their boss. Maybe he should thank the moron for the comment.
That idea goes away after a second incident, this time after he decides to take a shower in the communal bathroom of the Port Mafia building so late in the day that no one’s around. It feels safe enough. It is, until an amused familiar voice comes out of nowhere when he’s drying himself.
“Did my comment on the hair bother you that much?” Dazai, without clothes but with bandages, a towel around his waist. There’s a lecherous look in his eyes this time. “I was hoping to shower before going back to my shipping container, but…”
Chuuya freezes and drops his towel as the other youth approaches with determined steps. A hand slams the shower wall behind him, and the other rests on his stomach. All he does is stare up at his taller work partner.
Dazai continues in a husky whisper. “Can I touch you, Chuuya?” He leans in, lips next to one of his ears. “You don’t have to say it. If you want me to, just take my hand and move it down.”
On the one hand, Chuuya wants to shove him back and shout at him to get the fuck out. On the other, he can feel the small protuberance between his legs swelling at the suggestion. After a very short time thinking, he takes the part bandaged hand in a squeeze and shifts it from his stomach to his crotch. A light breath brushes his ear as Dazai chuckles. Two fingers rub against the engorged clit, making him whimper.
“Hmm… You’re quite wet…” Dazai leans in further, kissing his ear and then the side of his neck as he keeps on rubbing. The redhead has moved to biting his lower lip to try and keep any moans from happening. “Can I finger you, Chuuya? Put my hand further down if you want me to.”
He’s too horny to decline. The hand is shifted further, and one of Dazai’s long fingers pushes its way through the labia to penetrate his hole. Covering his mouth to stifle a moan, Chuuya resists the urge to close his legs and leans against Dazai’s chest. He almost hates how good it feels as he’s both fingered and occasionally rubbed by the palm of the hand touching him. “Someone might… catch us…”
“It’s fine, I’m sure. It’s too late for anyone but a workaholic like you.” Dazai purrs the words against his neck. Another kiss, then his lips press against the skin to suck on it. A second finger joins the first in Chuuya’s vagina, which draws a sudden, surprised moan. Dazai titters. “Should still stay fairly quiet, though.”
“Then be more careful, asshole…”
“I’ll try, I’ll try…” More rubbing. More fingering, stretching the hole sometimes, the muscles slowly going from tense to relaxed. The dull sound of Dazai’s towel dropping to the floor is followed by another, breathless question. “Can I fuck you, Chuuya…?”
That one makes the redhead go slightly wide eyed. “Uh…?” He’s been feeling his Mafia partner poking his leg now and then with something that isn’t the hand. He’s not an idiot, and knows what is touching him.
“I want to put more than my fingers in… I haven’t got condoms but we’ll get you a pill after, I know where Mori-san keeps all the medication he owns. How about it? Turn around and lean on the wall if you want me to.”
Penetrative sex in the communal Port Mafia baths. It might be the middle of the night at an ungodly hour, but it’s still rather public. He’s not sure he’d survive the shame of being found with Dazai fucking into him. And yet, something about that only makes it hotter.
Chuuya briefly glares but soon squirms out of Dazai’s hold to do as asked. He’s given more space to bend over while facing the wall, legs mostly closed with his butt slightly arched upwards. Hands spread him apart and something wet and a lot thicker than two fingers presses against his entrance. It slides in without much of an effort on the brunet’s part, and though it hurts a little, it’s nothing he can’t deal with. He does grimace some at the too high pitched moan that escapes his throat after the dick slowly slides in until Dazai’s legs are touching his ass, but also at the satisfied exhale he hears behind him.
“You good down there, Chuuya?”
“Stop talking like we’re in the middle of some mission and fuck me already…”
“We could call it a mission…” Dazai’s dick slides out some as he pulls back. The wet noise as it goes back in drives a tingle up Chuuya’s spine, just like the feel of it rubbing his insides. “A mission to fill you up…” More back and forth movements, and Dazai shifts his hands to latch onto the sides of his partner’s buttocks. His breathing quickens.
So does his thrusting into Chuuya, who splays his hands against the wall while trying his best to keep the moaning to a minimum. Getting stretched out the way he is hurts more when the speed increases. The good part of the sensation more than makes up for it. He can feel some liquid trickling down the inside of his leg, though he’s unsure if it’s Dazai’s or his own. A thin line of drool drips from the corner of his mouth, something he’s too busy whining out throaty moans to fix. Though he wants to touch himself to go along with the cock being buried into him, he’s worried a single hand on the wall won’t be enough to hold him stable with how much his legs are shaking, so he gives up. “Da… Dazai, I want… I need to…” Not enough air for words while getting fucked like this. Even less so when the thrusts start going harder, filling the communal bathroom with the wet noises of the dick pounding into the bent over redhead.
Soon there’s a louder grunt of pleasure. Dazai’s thighs slam against his partner’s backside a handful more times, the movements slowing to a crawl, then they stop. The no longer that erect dick slides out, making Chuuya gasp. Still breathing hard, the bandaged moron’s voice produces a new, different question. “Can I suck you… to make you come, Chuuya…? Turn around… if you-” He doesn’t get to finish the sentence since the redhead, gasping for breath, turns and slams his own back against the wall, right before reaching up to grab Dazai by the ear and pulling him down to his knees. “Owowow! Okay, okay, I get it!”
“Suck me right now or I swear-” It’s Chuuya’s turn to get interrupted, though in his case because Dazai takes his engorged clit between his lips. Berating becomes moaning. His fingers curl around the brunet’s hair as he reflexively shifts his hips against his partner’s mouth, eyes squeezing shut. Hands crawl up the back of his legs to grab his buttocks to try and hold him in place with middling success.
It doesn’t take much to make him come with that thanks in part to how stimulated he’d already been. The other part to be thanked is Dazai’s expert tongue and lip work, something he seems to be very proud of judging by the small, self satisfied chuckle shortly after Chuuya reaches his own orgasm with a strangled whimper while covering his mouth and looks down at the still kneeling brunet. The guy smirks, staring back with lidded eyes.
“You taste good.” Dazai laughs as he falls onto his backside to dodge a sudden kick. “Let’s get cleaned up and go find you a pill for later.” After he gets to his feet, he pipes up again, speaking loud enough to be heard over the running water of the tap the redhead’s just opened. “Hey… Can I do this again sometime, Chuuya?” The smirk’s gone, replaced by a faint smile. It’s kind of a nice one.
Maybe fun enough to do on occasion. The guy’s a prick, but not all the time, though that’s only when he chooses to not be. Chuuya hesitates. He’s not been given a way to say yes like with every other thing in this game of theirs tonight, so this is probably one of those asshole times. Exhaling, he shrugs and turns away. “Maybe. Ask me again next time.”
Another small titter. Dazai turns on the tap next to where he’d been standing and begins to wash himself without another word.
Good enough for a fun fuck now and then. It’s not like Chuuya’s looking for more in this annoying work partner of his.