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champagne, cocaine, gasoline CH4: bedsheets and a morning rose
Title: champagne, cocaine, gasoline CH4: bedsheets and a morning rose
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Chuuya, Atsushi
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Atsushi
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 1,590
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya invites Atsushi into his home.
Notes: This is the chapter that changes the rating, so you can skip it if you want!
They go on dates. Chuuya refuses to think of them as dating, because that would imply a level of commitment that he isn’t able to give to a member of the agency.
But they go on dates - out to dinner at more casual places where Atsushi can afford to pick up the check and Chuuya can afford to break out the part of his closet not full of suits and ties, to the park for picnics that are criminally adorable, to the movies where both of them agree on the romantic comedy without much debate…
Once Atsushi calls him up in the evening and asks with excitement in his voice if they can go stargazing on the edge of town. Away from the city lights, the stars and moon are beautiful, but Chuuya finds himself looking at Atsushi almost as much as the sky.
He doesn’t tell anyone else in the mafia. He has to assume Mori knows, because Mori knows everything that anyone doesn’t want him to know. He assumes Kouyou knows because she keeps smiling at him and saying things like ‘oh, nothing’ when he asks. Otherwise he thinks he’s done a decent job of keeping it secret.
Atsushi kisses him goodnight every time they part on their dates. It’s nothing much, a chaste kiss before he goes. Sometimes it lingers a little, but nothing inappropriate for them being in public.
This is the first time he’s invited Atsushi inside.
He shouldn’t have to be nervous at all. Atsushi’s already seen the inside of his apartment - hell, Atsushi’s already slept with him. But that was when they both were drunk and decisions were easy. This is different.
“Thank you for inviting me in, Chuuya-san,” Atsushi says, sitting on his couch and looking like he’s trying to take up as little space as possible. “It’s very nice.”
“Thanks,” Chuuya says, next to him and trying to sound casual. Should he talk about any of the expensive things he owns? Is that bragging? That’s definitely bragging, dammit.
He notices that Atsushi’s hand is creeping closer to him, until it stops at the halfway point between them on the couch. He covers it with his, and for a few moments there’s nothing but that contact between them.
“Chuuya-san,” Atsushi says, a little weakly. “I… I have a confession to make.”
He nods and waits.
“I want to try it again. Sleeping with you, I mean.” Atsushi’s face looks like it’s burning up. “I think I’d like it much better if we were both sober.”
He figured it might be that. “Thank you for trusting me with your first time,” Chuuya says. When Atsushi looks at him with a question on his face, he says, “We decided that it didn’t count, right? So tonight’s your first time.”
“Oh,” says Atsushi, looking down at where their hands are touching. He’s smiling. “I guess it is.”
Chuuya stands, and Atsushi stands up with him. He scoops Atsushi up - it’s awkward with their height difference, but Atsushi is lighter than him normally and he cheats a little with For The Tainted Sorrow - and carries him to bed, where he carefully deposits him.
Atsushi squeaks, but doesn’t protest. He tugs Chuuya down by the arm until they’re both sitting on the bed, then kisses him.
It starts gentle. Chuuya’s more than happy to let it stay gentle for as long as Atsushi wants - his lips are warm and soft, and his hands on Chuuya’s shoulders are light. Eventually, it’s Atsushi who becomes impatient, deepening the kiss, and Chuuya’s happy to respond to that, too.
Atsushi makes a pleased sound when his lips are sucked on, and Chuuya briefly wonders if he purrs.
When they break apart, Chuuya moves to kiss Atsushi’s jaw, and he shivers. More kisses are laid down Atsushi’s neck - nothing too heavy, nothing that would leave a mark - too dangerous and pretty rude for a first time besides - but enough to make Atsushi gasp, “Chuuya-san…”
Chuuya rubs Atsushi’s back for a moment, before moving to the top button of Atsushi’s shirt. He pauses, looking up.
“Please,” Atsushi says.
Once Chuuya has Atsushi’s shirt off, he leans in and continues the assault of kisses. Atsushi pulls off Chuuya’s hat, careful not to wrinkle it as he sets it aside, so that he can rest his hands in Chuuya’s hair. It’s a pleasant feeling to have his hands running through the strands, though likely not as pleasant a feeling as Chuuya’s giving to him right now with his lips and tongue.
Atsushi goes for Chuuya’s shirt as well, asking, “Is this okay?”
Chuuya nods, and leans back to help Atsushi take it off. He means to return to paying attention to Atsushi, but Atsushi sets upon him too quickly - kisses laid all over his neck and chest. Some make him shiver, some don’t, and he knows Atsushi is paying attention because he lingers in the places that bring him the most pleasure.
He’s a quick study. Chuuya murmurs Atsushi’s name when he finds a particularly sensitive spot, and only stops him when he gets to his pants.
Atsushi sits up at the gentle press of Chuuya’s hands on his shoulders. He’s flushed and Chuuya hasn’t even gotten his pants off yet.
“How do you want to do this?” Chuuya asks. “You don’t have to go all the way tonight.”
“...But I want to,” Atsushi says, somehow managing not to stammer through that. “If… that’s okay.”
Chuuya chuckles. It’s not a mean laugh. He leans in and presses a kiss behind Atsushi’s ear. “Nothing could be more okay with me right now. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.”
Atsushi scrambles to get his own pants and underwear off while Chuuya finds his lube.
The first finger is slow, incredibly slow and careful as it pushes into him. Atsushi’s face shows some of his discomfort, so Chuuya distracts him with his other hand giving him slow strokes, and that’s enough to get a groan of “Chuuya,” out of Atsushi.
The second finger spreads him out a little more, and Atsushi clings onto him. He doesn’t look like he’s in pain, he’s just uncomfortable, so Chuuya thinks he’s doing alright at this pace. He doesn’t speed up his strokes, even when Atsushi whines, “Chuuya, can’t you…?”
“I don’t want you to come just yet,” he says. “Just try to relax.”
That’s hard to do with a third finger inside of him, he realizes, but it’s important. Atsushi trembles for a while, muffling his gasps with the back of his hand.
His own pants are kicked off and he takes only enough time to prepare himself before lining up. Atsushi’s eyes are wide and fixed on the point where he’s rubbing against him.
Chuuya holds onto Atsushi’s legs and pushes the tip inside.
Even after all that preparation, he’s still tight. Atsushi groans and shakes, but doesn’t say anything as Chuuya ever-so-carefully, slowly pushes the rest of the way in. If he were a virgin, he thinks he might come now.
“How are you holding up?” he asks, unable to hide the strain in his voice even if he were trying to.
“It hurts a little,” says Atsushi, between breaths, “but I’ve had worse. Just… just don’t move.”
Chuuya waits. He’d like to lean down and kiss Atsushi to distract him, but that would shift him and he’s trying his best to be as still as possible.
Eventually Atsushi says, “Okay.”
Chuuya pulls out, still slowly, then pushes back in again. Atsushi’s groan is still one of discomfort, but less so this time. The third time, still the same. The fourth time-
“Chuuya,” Atsushi says, voice trembling as much as his body, “do that again?”
Chuuya grins a shaky grin and aims for that spot again. The moan he gets for it is extremely satisfying, almost as much as the tight heat around him.
He doesn’t take his eyes off Atsushi. The heat coursing through his veins is only added to when he sees Atsushi shake with his head thrown back in pleasure, and when he hears Atsushi gasp, “Chuuya, Chuuya, god, please-” he feels like he might melt. Even when he can’t keep his eyes open any longer, his mind’s eye has Atsushi’s body burned into its retinas. He doesn’t think he’ll forget it anytime soon.
His thrusts are slow at first, but he builds up to a better pace as Atsushi gets used to having him inside him. His hands aren’t tight on Atsushi’s legs, he doesn’t want to bruise when he promised to be gentle-
“Kiss… me…?”
Chuuya complies immediately, shifting their position so he can kiss Atsushi. It’s a wet, messy kiss, with both of them swallowing each other’s moans.
He wants Atsushi to come first, and so he reaches between their bodies and strokes him again. It’s hard for him to keep pace with his own thrusts - he’s somewhat distracted right now - but he does his best, and Atsushi near-wails with pleasure.
It’s not long before Atsushi’s spilling over his hand. Chuuya strokes him through it, then lets go of any feeling that isn’t Atsushi around him, any sound that isn’t Atsushi’s gasp of his name-
He climaxes, and when he comes down Atsushi is smiling at him. A very tired smile, but clearly pleased.
“That was…” Atsushi struggles for words to describe it while Chuuya pulls out of him. “I really…”
“Liked it?” Chuuya suggests. When Atsushi nods, he smiles in return. “I liked it too. ...C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Chuuya, Atsushi
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Atsushi
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 1,590
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya invites Atsushi into his home.
Notes: This is the chapter that changes the rating, so you can skip it if you want!
They go on dates. Chuuya refuses to think of them as dating, because that would imply a level of commitment that he isn’t able to give to a member of the agency.
But they go on dates - out to dinner at more casual places where Atsushi can afford to pick up the check and Chuuya can afford to break out the part of his closet not full of suits and ties, to the park for picnics that are criminally adorable, to the movies where both of them agree on the romantic comedy without much debate…
Once Atsushi calls him up in the evening and asks with excitement in his voice if they can go stargazing on the edge of town. Away from the city lights, the stars and moon are beautiful, but Chuuya finds himself looking at Atsushi almost as much as the sky.
He doesn’t tell anyone else in the mafia. He has to assume Mori knows, because Mori knows everything that anyone doesn’t want him to know. He assumes Kouyou knows because she keeps smiling at him and saying things like ‘oh, nothing’ when he asks. Otherwise he thinks he’s done a decent job of keeping it secret.
Atsushi kisses him goodnight every time they part on their dates. It’s nothing much, a chaste kiss before he goes. Sometimes it lingers a little, but nothing inappropriate for them being in public.
This is the first time he’s invited Atsushi inside.
He shouldn’t have to be nervous at all. Atsushi’s already seen the inside of his apartment - hell, Atsushi’s already slept with him. But that was when they both were drunk and decisions were easy. This is different.
“Thank you for inviting me in, Chuuya-san,” Atsushi says, sitting on his couch and looking like he’s trying to take up as little space as possible. “It’s very nice.”
“Thanks,” Chuuya says, next to him and trying to sound casual. Should he talk about any of the expensive things he owns? Is that bragging? That’s definitely bragging, dammit.
He notices that Atsushi’s hand is creeping closer to him, until it stops at the halfway point between them on the couch. He covers it with his, and for a few moments there’s nothing but that contact between them.
“Chuuya-san,” Atsushi says, a little weakly. “I… I have a confession to make.”
He nods and waits.
“I want to try it again. Sleeping with you, I mean.” Atsushi’s face looks like it’s burning up. “I think I’d like it much better if we were both sober.”
He figured it might be that. “Thank you for trusting me with your first time,” Chuuya says. When Atsushi looks at him with a question on his face, he says, “We decided that it didn’t count, right? So tonight’s your first time.”
“Oh,” says Atsushi, looking down at where their hands are touching. He’s smiling. “I guess it is.”
Chuuya stands, and Atsushi stands up with him. He scoops Atsushi up - it’s awkward with their height difference, but Atsushi is lighter than him normally and he cheats a little with For The Tainted Sorrow - and carries him to bed, where he carefully deposits him.
Atsushi squeaks, but doesn’t protest. He tugs Chuuya down by the arm until they’re both sitting on the bed, then kisses him.
It starts gentle. Chuuya’s more than happy to let it stay gentle for as long as Atsushi wants - his lips are warm and soft, and his hands on Chuuya’s shoulders are light. Eventually, it’s Atsushi who becomes impatient, deepening the kiss, and Chuuya’s happy to respond to that, too.
Atsushi makes a pleased sound when his lips are sucked on, and Chuuya briefly wonders if he purrs.
When they break apart, Chuuya moves to kiss Atsushi’s jaw, and he shivers. More kisses are laid down Atsushi’s neck - nothing too heavy, nothing that would leave a mark - too dangerous and pretty rude for a first time besides - but enough to make Atsushi gasp, “Chuuya-san…”
Chuuya rubs Atsushi’s back for a moment, before moving to the top button of Atsushi’s shirt. He pauses, looking up.
“Please,” Atsushi says.
Once Chuuya has Atsushi’s shirt off, he leans in and continues the assault of kisses. Atsushi pulls off Chuuya’s hat, careful not to wrinkle it as he sets it aside, so that he can rest his hands in Chuuya’s hair. It’s a pleasant feeling to have his hands running through the strands, though likely not as pleasant a feeling as Chuuya’s giving to him right now with his lips and tongue.
Atsushi goes for Chuuya’s shirt as well, asking, “Is this okay?”
Chuuya nods, and leans back to help Atsushi take it off. He means to return to paying attention to Atsushi, but Atsushi sets upon him too quickly - kisses laid all over his neck and chest. Some make him shiver, some don’t, and he knows Atsushi is paying attention because he lingers in the places that bring him the most pleasure.
He’s a quick study. Chuuya murmurs Atsushi’s name when he finds a particularly sensitive spot, and only stops him when he gets to his pants.
Atsushi sits up at the gentle press of Chuuya’s hands on his shoulders. He’s flushed and Chuuya hasn’t even gotten his pants off yet.
“How do you want to do this?” Chuuya asks. “You don’t have to go all the way tonight.”
“...But I want to,” Atsushi says, somehow managing not to stammer through that. “If… that’s okay.”
Chuuya chuckles. It’s not a mean laugh. He leans in and presses a kiss behind Atsushi’s ear. “Nothing could be more okay with me right now. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.”
Atsushi scrambles to get his own pants and underwear off while Chuuya finds his lube.
The first finger is slow, incredibly slow and careful as it pushes into him. Atsushi’s face shows some of his discomfort, so Chuuya distracts him with his other hand giving him slow strokes, and that’s enough to get a groan of “Chuuya,” out of Atsushi.
The second finger spreads him out a little more, and Atsushi clings onto him. He doesn’t look like he’s in pain, he’s just uncomfortable, so Chuuya thinks he’s doing alright at this pace. He doesn’t speed up his strokes, even when Atsushi whines, “Chuuya, can’t you…?”
“I don’t want you to come just yet,” he says. “Just try to relax.”
That’s hard to do with a third finger inside of him, he realizes, but it’s important. Atsushi trembles for a while, muffling his gasps with the back of his hand.
His own pants are kicked off and he takes only enough time to prepare himself before lining up. Atsushi’s eyes are wide and fixed on the point where he’s rubbing against him.
Chuuya holds onto Atsushi’s legs and pushes the tip inside.
Even after all that preparation, he’s still tight. Atsushi groans and shakes, but doesn’t say anything as Chuuya ever-so-carefully, slowly pushes the rest of the way in. If he were a virgin, he thinks he might come now.
“How are you holding up?” he asks, unable to hide the strain in his voice even if he were trying to.
“It hurts a little,” says Atsushi, between breaths, “but I’ve had worse. Just… just don’t move.”
Chuuya waits. He’d like to lean down and kiss Atsushi to distract him, but that would shift him and he’s trying his best to be as still as possible.
Eventually Atsushi says, “Okay.”
Chuuya pulls out, still slowly, then pushes back in again. Atsushi’s groan is still one of discomfort, but less so this time. The third time, still the same. The fourth time-
“Chuuya,” Atsushi says, voice trembling as much as his body, “do that again?”
Chuuya grins a shaky grin and aims for that spot again. The moan he gets for it is extremely satisfying, almost as much as the tight heat around him.
He doesn’t take his eyes off Atsushi. The heat coursing through his veins is only added to when he sees Atsushi shake with his head thrown back in pleasure, and when he hears Atsushi gasp, “Chuuya, Chuuya, god, please-” he feels like he might melt. Even when he can’t keep his eyes open any longer, his mind’s eye has Atsushi’s body burned into its retinas. He doesn’t think he’ll forget it anytime soon.
His thrusts are slow at first, but he builds up to a better pace as Atsushi gets used to having him inside him. His hands aren’t tight on Atsushi’s legs, he doesn’t want to bruise when he promised to be gentle-
“Kiss… me…?”
Chuuya complies immediately, shifting their position so he can kiss Atsushi. It’s a wet, messy kiss, with both of them swallowing each other’s moans.
He wants Atsushi to come first, and so he reaches between their bodies and strokes him again. It’s hard for him to keep pace with his own thrusts - he’s somewhat distracted right now - but he does his best, and Atsushi near-wails with pleasure.
It’s not long before Atsushi’s spilling over his hand. Chuuya strokes him through it, then lets go of any feeling that isn’t Atsushi around him, any sound that isn’t Atsushi’s gasp of his name-
He climaxes, and when he comes down Atsushi is smiling at him. A very tired smile, but clearly pleased.
“That was…” Atsushi struggles for words to describe it while Chuuya pulls out of him. “I really…”
“Liked it?” Chuuya suggests. When Atsushi nods, he smiles in return. “I liked it too. ...C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”