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everything is hydraulics
Title: everything is hydraulics
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Atsushi, Dazai
Pairing(s): Dazai/Atsushi
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 660
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Atsushi is nervous during his first time. Dazai tries to get him to relax.
Notes: Writing almost-porn for your first fic in a fandom is a great idea, clearly.
Atsushi is a bundle of nerves under ordinary circumstances. With his shirt pushed up halfway and Dazai’s fingertips exploring his chest, he’s worse.
“You’re shaking,” Dazai says, announcing it like he’s delivering the morning weather.
“Don’t just say it like that…” Atsushi replies. His fingers clench tightly in the fabric of the bedsheet.
Dazai flashes him a smile. “Relax. Re-lax. I’m not going to bite you. -It’s way more likely that you’ll lose control of your ability and bite me!”
Nervousness is overtaken by annoyance for a second. “How is that supposed to help me relax?!”
Laughing, Dazai pulls Atsushi’s shirt over his head while Atsushi’s still trying to glare at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine! My ability will protect me. You can bite all you want, if that’s what you’re into. ...But I have to say, I’m not attracted to tigers, so if you could keep mostly human-shaped...”
“I’m not going to turn into a tiger,” Atsushi says, sullen. The trembling has stopped, but it returns again once Dazai bends to lick a nipple. “Ah-” Atsushi bites his lip.
“You’re nervous again,” Dazai says, looking up at him. “Are you afraid of me?”
Atsushi’s instantaneous reply is, “No!” He looks mortified at the very thought, which makes Dazai chuckle. “No, I - I’m just scared of messing up,” Atsushi says much more quietly. “It’s… my first time, and… I want you to like this. I want you… to want to do this again...”
“Hmm…” Dazai gives this some thought, and Atsushi silently considers that it’s amazing how a man can look thoughtful while dragging his tongue down another person’s chest.
Atsushi trembles more, and one of his hands finds a gentle hold in Dazai’s hair.
Dazai pulls back enough to look at him properly. “Are you having a good time?”
“I- of course.” Atsushi blinks at him like the question came from nowhere.
“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Dazai replies, shrugging. “You’re so quiet, and you look like you’re afraid I’ll pounce on you any second. How am I supposed to know?”
Atsushi looks at him for a second. “...It’s sex with you. I don’t know how I could have a bad time.”
“I can think of ways…” When Atsushi gulps, Dazai chuckles and shakes his head. “But since that answer was adorable, I’ll let you pass this time with some advice. What I want is for you to not hold back. Not because you’re nervous, or because you’re embarrassed, or any other reason you might have to keep me from knowing exactly how much you want me. Can you do that?”
Atsushi’s breath stutters for a moment, before he nods, a determined look coming over his face despite his flushed cheeks.
Dazai laughs again. “It’s not a mission! Relax,” he repeats, before going for Atsushi’s belt buckle.
Even without Dazai’s permission, Atsushi doesn’t think he could restrain his voice at the first touch of Dazai’s tongue on him, or keep his hands out of his hair. Now he just doesn’t have to feel bad about it, because Dazai wants this, and he wants Dazai to want this, and also he really wants Dazai to keep doing that with his mouth, yes yes please-
He’s still a little embarrassed over how quickly Dazai sits up and wipes his mouth, but his focus is more on pouncing on him with just enough strength to knock him back onto the bed.
“Atsushi-” Dazai starts, while Atsushi has his lips sealed to a spot on Dazai’s neck.
Atsushi pulls back enough to speak. “Is it still okay if I don’t hold back?” He feels Dazai nod, and that’s enough for him right now.
He still has no idea what he’s doing, but it’s hard to mess up the basics, especially when gone at with enthusiasm. Dazai coaches him through it, tugs on his long lock of hair when he really likes where Atsushi’s mouth is at, and kisses him when he’s done.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Atsushi, Dazai
Pairing(s): Dazai/Atsushi
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 660
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Atsushi is nervous during his first time. Dazai tries to get him to relax.
Notes: Writing almost-porn for your first fic in a fandom is a great idea, clearly.
Atsushi is a bundle of nerves under ordinary circumstances. With his shirt pushed up halfway and Dazai’s fingertips exploring his chest, he’s worse.
“You’re shaking,” Dazai says, announcing it like he’s delivering the morning weather.
“Don’t just say it like that…” Atsushi replies. His fingers clench tightly in the fabric of the bedsheet.
Dazai flashes him a smile. “Relax. Re-lax. I’m not going to bite you. -It’s way more likely that you’ll lose control of your ability and bite me!”
Nervousness is overtaken by annoyance for a second. “How is that supposed to help me relax?!”
Laughing, Dazai pulls Atsushi’s shirt over his head while Atsushi’s still trying to glare at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine! My ability will protect me. You can bite all you want, if that’s what you’re into. ...But I have to say, I’m not attracted to tigers, so if you could keep mostly human-shaped...”
“I’m not going to turn into a tiger,” Atsushi says, sullen. The trembling has stopped, but it returns again once Dazai bends to lick a nipple. “Ah-” Atsushi bites his lip.
“You’re nervous again,” Dazai says, looking up at him. “Are you afraid of me?”
Atsushi’s instantaneous reply is, “No!” He looks mortified at the very thought, which makes Dazai chuckle. “No, I - I’m just scared of messing up,” Atsushi says much more quietly. “It’s… my first time, and… I want you to like this. I want you… to want to do this again...”
“Hmm…” Dazai gives this some thought, and Atsushi silently considers that it’s amazing how a man can look thoughtful while dragging his tongue down another person’s chest.
Atsushi trembles more, and one of his hands finds a gentle hold in Dazai’s hair.
Dazai pulls back enough to look at him properly. “Are you having a good time?”
“I- of course.” Atsushi blinks at him like the question came from nowhere.
“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Dazai replies, shrugging. “You’re so quiet, and you look like you’re afraid I’ll pounce on you any second. How am I supposed to know?”
Atsushi looks at him for a second. “...It’s sex with you. I don’t know how I could have a bad time.”
“I can think of ways…” When Atsushi gulps, Dazai chuckles and shakes his head. “But since that answer was adorable, I’ll let you pass this time with some advice. What I want is for you to not hold back. Not because you’re nervous, or because you’re embarrassed, or any other reason you might have to keep me from knowing exactly how much you want me. Can you do that?”
Atsushi’s breath stutters for a moment, before he nods, a determined look coming over his face despite his flushed cheeks.
Dazai laughs again. “It’s not a mission! Relax,” he repeats, before going for Atsushi’s belt buckle.
Even without Dazai’s permission, Atsushi doesn’t think he could restrain his voice at the first touch of Dazai’s tongue on him, or keep his hands out of his hair. Now he just doesn’t have to feel bad about it, because Dazai wants this, and he wants Dazai to want this, and also he really wants Dazai to keep doing that with his mouth, yes yes please-
He’s still a little embarrassed over how quickly Dazai sits up and wipes his mouth, but his focus is more on pouncing on him with just enough strength to knock him back onto the bed.
“Atsushi-” Dazai starts, while Atsushi has his lips sealed to a spot on Dazai’s neck.
Atsushi pulls back enough to speak. “Is it still okay if I don’t hold back?” He feels Dazai nod, and that’s enough for him right now.
He still has no idea what he’s doing, but it’s hard to mess up the basics, especially when gone at with enthusiasm. Dazai coaches him through it, tugs on his long lock of hair when he really likes where Atsushi’s mouth is at, and kisses him when he’s done.