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champagne, cocaine, gasoline CH10: don't threaten me with a good time
Title: champagne, cocaine, don't threaten me with a good time
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Atsushi, Chuuya
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Atsushi
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,265
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya and Atsushi do some experimenting in bed.
Notes: This is a (very) NSFW chapter. Feel free to skip it!
They decide ahead of time to do Chuuya’s night first, “because I have to get some stuff together for yours,” Chuuya tells him. They set a date, so it won’t be a surprise Chuuya springs on him.
It’s amazing how knowing that you’re going to get tied to someone’s bed later that evening distracts you from your work. Atsushi doesn’t know how he makes it through the day.
Somehow he manages to survive without embarrassing himself in the agency, though, and he practically dashes to Chuuya’s home.
Chuuya welcomes him inside. Kisses are traded almost immediately, with Atsushi wrapping his arms around Chuuya’s neck.
“Eager, huh?” Chuuya asks when they part, and Atsushi feels himself turn pink as he nods. “So you’re still up for this? If you decide not to-”
“Safeword is ‘bandage’,” Atsushi says. Even the mention of the word conjures images he’d rather not associate with sex, and he knows it’s worse for Chuuya, which makes it an excellent safeword. “But it’s really okay, Chuuya-san. I trust you.”
Chuuya kisses him another time before leading him to the bedroom.
There are two options laying on the bed: a pair of padded handcuffs and some nylon rope. “Take your pick,” Chuuya says, settling down on the bed.
Atsushi examines both of his choices, as well as the wooden frame of Chuuya’s bed. “I think this would be a little more secure,” he says, picking up the rope.
“You could break either of them if you really wanted to,” Chuuya says with a shrug. “They don’t design these with Ability users in mind.”
Atsushi pictures the rope busting open around his tiger arms like so much thread. “I guess that’s true. ...Let’s try the rope first anyway.” First, like he’s already planning to do this again.
Chuuya grins. He helps Atsushi to get his shirt off - “Easier now than when you’re already tied up, you’ll thank me later,” Chuuya says - then gets Atsushi to put his arms behind his head.
Chuuya’s very efficient at knotwork, Atsushi finds out. It doesn’t take long before his wrists are tied to one of the bedposts. Atsushi gives a small pull - it seems pretty secure, though like Chuuya said, it wouldn’t hold up against his Ability.
“How is it?” Chuuya asks. “Let me know if it starts cutting off circulation.”
Atsushi nods. “It’s fine. I-I’m at your mercy,” he adds, trying to sound sexy but probably not achieving it.
Or maybe he does get somewhere close. Chuuya exhales, and pulls off his gloves with his teeth before setting them aside, along with his hat. He tilts Atsushi’s chin up before leaning in for a kiss.
That’s the only point where they’re in contact. Atsushi likes, loves these deep kisses from Chuuya, but the urge to run his hand through Chuuya’s hair or grip his shoulders is never so strong as when he can’t do it. He raises the rest of his body towards Chuuya instead.
Chuuya picks up on Atsushi’s straining and pulls back. “You’re already that impatient?” he asks, voice low. “Should I take pity on you?”
Atsushi nods.
“Too bad.”
Chuuya kisses him again. When he’s done with that, he travels downwards, slowly. He leaves soft kisses on Atsushi’s neck - not enough to leave marks - then more intense kisses past the line of his shoulders where Atsushi will be able to hide the bruises that will definitely still be there in the morning. Atsushi wants to touch him in return, but the most he can do is watch.
His chest Chuuya takes his time with. He drags his tongue down lines of muscle and smiles when Atsushi chokes out his name. His fingers rub over every sensitive point Atsushi has, before stopping where his pants are completely failing to disguise how turned on he is right now.
“Atsushi-kun, do you want these off?” Chuuya asks.
Atsushi nods more emphatically.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He goes back to toying with his chest - Chuuya’s toying with him, it can’t be described as anything else. Atsushi should have known.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Chuuya murmurs in his ear. “Better than anything I’ve ever seen. And you’re all mine.”
Atsushi thinks that those words turn him even more red than the attention to his chest did. “Chuuya,” he gasps. “Please…”
He can feel Chuuya’s grin. “Since you asked nicely.”
His pants come off agonizingly slowly. Chuuya kisses the inside of his calves first, then gradually up his legs. Atsushi’s shaking by the time Chuuya gets to the inside of his thighs, and then-
Chuuya stops. Completely. He just sits up and watches Atsushi for a few seconds with a smile Atsushi would call lewd even in a different time and place.
Not that he’s thinking much about that, because he’s not thinking too much in general. “Chuuya!”
“Yes?” Chuuya replies.
Breaking the rope with his Ability has never been more tempting. Atsushi holds himself back somehow. “Please, pl-please have mercy on me....” When Chuuya hums cheerfully and doesn’t move, Atsushi swallows. “Please touch me, I need you to touch me, I’ll do anything-”
“Good enough,” Chuuya says. “Be patient for a second.”
Even Atsushi can tell he’s being as efficient as he can about finding the lube and spreading himself open, so he doesn’t complain. Though not touching him is still painful, the sight of Chuuya biting his lip, occasionally groaning, as his fingers slide in and out of himself is plenty distracting.
When Chuuya’s done, he slicks Atsushi up generously, before taking the tip into himself.
Atsushi moans, feeling Chuuya’s heat all around him and having trouble keeping himself from pushing upwards. He manages to stay still somehow - a miracle was probably involved - as Chuuya gradually takes him all the way in, down to the base.
They’re both breathing hard, with Chuuya looking down at Atsushi’s flushed face.
“Gorgeous,” he repeats, and starts to move.
Chuuya setting the pace is just fine with Atsushi, because Chuuya isn’t toying with him any longer. He takes him in hard and fast, and they both groan at how deep Atsushi goes. Chuuya’s voice is shaking as he gasps between curses, and Atsushi can’t quite make words out except for Chuuya’s name, which is all he really needs right now.
Atsushi’s hips start to rise to meet Chuuya’s on their downward thrust, and Chuuya lets out a particularly strong curse before settling into the pattern. In one of the rare moments where Atsushi can get his eyes to open, he thinks that Chuuya is the gorgeous one right now - skin sweat-stained and flushed down to his shoulders, expression twisted in ecstasy.
Chuuya’s fingers tighten around Atsushi’s sides. They’ll leave bruises there, and Atsushi could not possibly care any less.
Atsushi comes first, on a last gasp of Chuuya’s name. He’s too sensitive to get Chuuya through to his own climax without touching him, and he starts to whine when Chuuya tries, so it’s with reluctance that Chuuya pulls off of him.
Chuuya unties him from the bed. Atsushi first flexes his hands to make sure they’re still in working condition, and then pushes Chuuya onto his back so he can finish what they started. Chuuya’s close enough to coming that it doesn’t take much - Atsushi’s mouth around him and his eyes urging him to finish - and then he’s done for.
They sit up. Atsushi finds a towel already laid by the bed and starts wiping up the (relatively small) mess.
“How was it?” Chuuya asks.
“Good,” Atsushi says. “I-I’d like to do that again. Although… Next time, can I tie you up?”
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Atsushi, Chuuya
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Atsushi
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,265
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya and Atsushi do some experimenting in bed.
Notes: This is a (very) NSFW chapter. Feel free to skip it!
They decide ahead of time to do Chuuya’s night first, “because I have to get some stuff together for yours,” Chuuya tells him. They set a date, so it won’t be a surprise Chuuya springs on him.
It’s amazing how knowing that you’re going to get tied to someone’s bed later that evening distracts you from your work. Atsushi doesn’t know how he makes it through the day.
Somehow he manages to survive without embarrassing himself in the agency, though, and he practically dashes to Chuuya’s home.
Chuuya welcomes him inside. Kisses are traded almost immediately, with Atsushi wrapping his arms around Chuuya’s neck.
“Eager, huh?” Chuuya asks when they part, and Atsushi feels himself turn pink as he nods. “So you’re still up for this? If you decide not to-”
“Safeword is ‘bandage’,” Atsushi says. Even the mention of the word conjures images he’d rather not associate with sex, and he knows it’s worse for Chuuya, which makes it an excellent safeword. “But it’s really okay, Chuuya-san. I trust you.”
Chuuya kisses him another time before leading him to the bedroom.
There are two options laying on the bed: a pair of padded handcuffs and some nylon rope. “Take your pick,” Chuuya says, settling down on the bed.
Atsushi examines both of his choices, as well as the wooden frame of Chuuya’s bed. “I think this would be a little more secure,” he says, picking up the rope.
“You could break either of them if you really wanted to,” Chuuya says with a shrug. “They don’t design these with Ability users in mind.”
Atsushi pictures the rope busting open around his tiger arms like so much thread. “I guess that’s true. ...Let’s try the rope first anyway.” First, like he’s already planning to do this again.
Chuuya grins. He helps Atsushi to get his shirt off - “Easier now than when you’re already tied up, you’ll thank me later,” Chuuya says - then gets Atsushi to put his arms behind his head.
Chuuya’s very efficient at knotwork, Atsushi finds out. It doesn’t take long before his wrists are tied to one of the bedposts. Atsushi gives a small pull - it seems pretty secure, though like Chuuya said, it wouldn’t hold up against his Ability.
“How is it?” Chuuya asks. “Let me know if it starts cutting off circulation.”
Atsushi nods. “It’s fine. I-I’m at your mercy,” he adds, trying to sound sexy but probably not achieving it.
Or maybe he does get somewhere close. Chuuya exhales, and pulls off his gloves with his teeth before setting them aside, along with his hat. He tilts Atsushi’s chin up before leaning in for a kiss.
That’s the only point where they’re in contact. Atsushi likes, loves these deep kisses from Chuuya, but the urge to run his hand through Chuuya’s hair or grip his shoulders is never so strong as when he can’t do it. He raises the rest of his body towards Chuuya instead.
Chuuya picks up on Atsushi’s straining and pulls back. “You’re already that impatient?” he asks, voice low. “Should I take pity on you?”
Atsushi nods.
“Too bad.”
Chuuya kisses him again. When he’s done with that, he travels downwards, slowly. He leaves soft kisses on Atsushi’s neck - not enough to leave marks - then more intense kisses past the line of his shoulders where Atsushi will be able to hide the bruises that will definitely still be there in the morning. Atsushi wants to touch him in return, but the most he can do is watch.
His chest Chuuya takes his time with. He drags his tongue down lines of muscle and smiles when Atsushi chokes out his name. His fingers rub over every sensitive point Atsushi has, before stopping where his pants are completely failing to disguise how turned on he is right now.
“Atsushi-kun, do you want these off?” Chuuya asks.
Atsushi nods more emphatically.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He goes back to toying with his chest - Chuuya’s toying with him, it can’t be described as anything else. Atsushi should have known.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Chuuya murmurs in his ear. “Better than anything I’ve ever seen. And you’re all mine.”
Atsushi thinks that those words turn him even more red than the attention to his chest did. “Chuuya,” he gasps. “Please…”
He can feel Chuuya’s grin. “Since you asked nicely.”
His pants come off agonizingly slowly. Chuuya kisses the inside of his calves first, then gradually up his legs. Atsushi’s shaking by the time Chuuya gets to the inside of his thighs, and then-
Chuuya stops. Completely. He just sits up and watches Atsushi for a few seconds with a smile Atsushi would call lewd even in a different time and place.
Not that he’s thinking much about that, because he’s not thinking too much in general. “Chuuya!”
“Yes?” Chuuya replies.
Breaking the rope with his Ability has never been more tempting. Atsushi holds himself back somehow. “Please, pl-please have mercy on me....” When Chuuya hums cheerfully and doesn’t move, Atsushi swallows. “Please touch me, I need you to touch me, I’ll do anything-”
“Good enough,” Chuuya says. “Be patient for a second.”
Even Atsushi can tell he’s being as efficient as he can about finding the lube and spreading himself open, so he doesn’t complain. Though not touching him is still painful, the sight of Chuuya biting his lip, occasionally groaning, as his fingers slide in and out of himself is plenty distracting.
When Chuuya’s done, he slicks Atsushi up generously, before taking the tip into himself.
Atsushi moans, feeling Chuuya’s heat all around him and having trouble keeping himself from pushing upwards. He manages to stay still somehow - a miracle was probably involved - as Chuuya gradually takes him all the way in, down to the base.
They’re both breathing hard, with Chuuya looking down at Atsushi’s flushed face.
“Gorgeous,” he repeats, and starts to move.
Chuuya setting the pace is just fine with Atsushi, because Chuuya isn’t toying with him any longer. He takes him in hard and fast, and they both groan at how deep Atsushi goes. Chuuya’s voice is shaking as he gasps between curses, and Atsushi can’t quite make words out except for Chuuya’s name, which is all he really needs right now.
Atsushi’s hips start to rise to meet Chuuya’s on their downward thrust, and Chuuya lets out a particularly strong curse before settling into the pattern. In one of the rare moments where Atsushi can get his eyes to open, he thinks that Chuuya is the gorgeous one right now - skin sweat-stained and flushed down to his shoulders, expression twisted in ecstasy.
Chuuya’s fingers tighten around Atsushi’s sides. They’ll leave bruises there, and Atsushi could not possibly care any less.
Atsushi comes first, on a last gasp of Chuuya’s name. He’s too sensitive to get Chuuya through to his own climax without touching him, and he starts to whine when Chuuya tries, so it’s with reluctance that Chuuya pulls off of him.
Chuuya unties him from the bed. Atsushi first flexes his hands to make sure they’re still in working condition, and then pushes Chuuya onto his back so he can finish what they started. Chuuya’s close enough to coming that it doesn’t take much - Atsushi’s mouth around him and his eyes urging him to finish - and then he’s done for.
They sit up. Atsushi finds a towel already laid by the bed and starts wiping up the (relatively small) mess.
“How was it?” Chuuya asks.
“Good,” Atsushi says. “I-I’d like to do that again. Although… Next time, can I tie you up?”