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next thing we're touching
Title: next thing we're touching
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Odasaku, Dazai, Kunikida
Pairing(s): Kunikda/Dazai/Odasaku, Kunikida/Dazai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,575
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku, being the one who has more experience with Dazai, gives Kunikida some advice. In return, he gets the best seat in the house.
Notes: For subchesters. Apparently edging is a thing I haven't written before.
Odasaku has an idle thought that maybe he should take off his clothes. Maybe it’s impolite to be fully dressed in the presence of naked and half-naked people.
He doesn’t feel like it. He’s just fine on this chair, appreciating the view: Dazai laying back on the bed, fully nude; Kunikida between his legs, shirtless. It’s the kind of sight that makes someone appreciate their boyfriends more - not that he hadn’t loved them before this started, but they’re stunning together.
“Those aren’t very sensitive on him,” Odasaku says. Kunikida stops rubbing his thumbs over Dazai’s nipples. “Stick to the neck and shoulders. Or the lower abs - no, lower than that. There.”
Kunikida’s fingers press gently into the lines of muscle, and Dazai shudders. Kunikida leans down to leave another mark just above Dazai’s collarbone with lips and tongue (“he likes hickeys, but do them low so he doesn’t have an excuse to try and show them off”), drawing out a gasp.
When that’s done, Kunikida straightens back up again. His eyes have all the sharpness of concentration as they normally do when he’s focused, and Odasaku knows he’s committing every word from Odasaku and every reaction from Dazai to memory.
He rubs more firmly, and Dazai lets out a whimper.
“He’s loud.” Kunikida’s voice is rough already, though not much has been done to him.
“He’ll get louder,” Odasaku replies, shifting to a more comfortable position in his chair. “Move on whenever you feel like it.”
Kunikida is rarely described as patient, but he does have a single-mindedness that helps him to focus on things like this. He works Dazai up until he’s tense and trembling, and only then does he move lower.
“Back of the knee is good,” says Odasaku, and Kunikida skips down to there, applying kisses that are far too soft to be close to what Dazai wants right now.
“Kuni- Oda-” Dazai seems not to know whose name to curse right now, or maybe they’re both too long to get out properly. His hands, that had been tightly clenching the bedsheets, lift and travel downwards, either towards Kunikida’s hair or towards more neglected areas.
“Dazai,” Odasaku says, sharply, and Dazai freezes, then puts his hands back where they were.
Kunikida’s kisses become firmer, and start to leave red marks behind. He switches to behind Dazai’s other knee, then gradually, slowly moves up the inside of Dazai’s thigh.
Before he can get to anywhere Dazai would really like, he does the same with the other side. And then he stops completely, earning a frustrated growl.
“How many times do you think he deserves?” Kunikida asks.
“He’s tried to touch himself once, so edge him once,” says Odasaku. “He’s mostly been good tonight.”
Dazai looks like he doesn’t know whether to cry or to kill both of them when Kunikida finally gets a hand around him. He’s too slow, and far too gentle to be satisfying, a feather-light touch. Kunikida’s thumb rubs over the tip once, and Dazai’s hiss in response is enormously satisfying for Odasaku.
Odasaku could be touching himself now, he supposes. He’s certainly turned on enough. But that would be distracting, and he doesn’t want to miss any part of this.
Kunikida at least starts to grip him more firmly, but his pace is still too slow. Dazai tries to push his hips into Kunikida’s touch, but-
“Do you want it to be twice?” Odasaku asks. Dazai stills his movements to a tremble. “That’s better.”
“I could have some mercy on him, I suppose,” says Kunikida, as casually as discussing the weather. “What do you think?”
“If that’s what you want,” says Odasaku.
Kunikida’s movements speed up by such a small fraction that it’s hard to tell he changed anything at all. Dazai curses both of them, which cuts off in a moan when Kunikida rearranges himself to drag his tongue over Dazai, slowly.
The bedsheets have been torn under Dazai’s grip, Odasaku notes to himself. He sort of expected that would happen.
Kunikida is still so teasing and slow with his tongue. He licks the body firmly, then the head more gently, and grips Dazai’s hips to hold them still. When he finally takes the tip into his mouth, Dazai almost sobs.
“He likes it deep, but don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. He didn’t like choking me by accident,” says Odasaku. Dazai groans, so Odasaku figures he’s brought back some memories. “Oh, and he loves it if you hum.”
Kunikida hums around the inch he has between his lips, and Dazai is shaking, only kept from pushing in further by Kunikida pinning his hips down. Kunikida slides further down, then back, still at that agonizingly (for Dazai) slow pace.
“Kuni- Kunikida, please-” Dazai’s voice is raw, and the words are rare for him. Kunikida has to enjoy hearing that as much as he’ll enjoy the next part.
Kunikida speeds up to a more satisfying rhythm. Dazai chants Kunikida’s name in between gasps, probably having forgotten that Odasaku’s in the room, probably having forgotten that anything exists outside of Kunikida’s mouth-
Until Kunikida stops, abruptly. Dazai lets out a whine as Kunikida pulls off of him, trying desperately to push against Kunikida’s hands, but there’s nothing but air even if he did.
Odasaku opens a drawer, before tossing Kunikida a bottle. “Give him a minute,” he says. “He doesn’t come from fingering often but he can if he’s worked up enough.”
Seeing Dazai come apart on Kunikida’s fingers would be a pleasant way to end the evening, but it wouldn’t be fair to Kunikida.
Dazai is panting. His hands are twitching, like he knows that touching himself is a bad idea but his body wants to do it anyway, and Odasaku takes pity on him.
He joins them on the bed, and lifts Dazai’s hands off the mattress before pinning them above his head. “There. Now you won’t be tempted to do anything.”
The groan Dazai gives at that doesn’t sound all that thankful.
Kunikida has been spending this time shedding his last remaining clothes and neatly putting them aside. Now he spreads the lube over his fingers and circles Dazai’s hole a few times, before slowly pressing inside.
Dazai whimpers at the intrusion, but stays mostly still, allowing Kunikida to start spreading him open as carefully as he likes.
“Three should be fine,” Odasaku says, from Dazai’s other side. “Your fingers are a little thinner than mine, but not that much.”
“That’s what I thought.” After a bit, Kunikida adds a second finger. Words seem to have failed Dazai at this point, so he just breathes heavily with the occasional groan as Kunikida continues his work.
Three gets Dazai to shift in discomfort.
“You’re doing so well,” says Odasaku, softly. “Just a little longer. We’ll make this worth your while.”
Kunikida is quiet with focus. When he’s judged Dazai to be prepared enough, he spreads more lube around the hole and plenty on himself, then lines up and starts to push inside.
Dazai’s moan is loud, loud enough that Odasaku’s sure he couldn’t have stifled it if he tried, louder than Kunikida’s. Dazai pants heavily, and when Kunikida asks, “are you alright?” gives a quick nod.
“I’m going to move now,” Kunikida says after a few moments, and Odasaku knows that he will still stop and wait if Dazai gives any kind of negative response, even after all this.
Dazai wets his lips and manages one last word. “Please.”
Good enough. Kunikida thrusts forward, driving Dazai into the bed. They both take shallow breaths between their groans. A rhythm builds up.
Their mattress creaks. Odasaku is sure he’s the only one in a state to notice, and even he is barely giving any thought to anything but Kunikida inside Dazai, Dazai’s moans dragged from the back of his throat, Kunikida’s ragged breathing, the tightness of Kunikida’s hands on Dazai’s hips.
Odasaku could watch this for days.
He knows he won’t, of course. Dazai isn’t capable of lasting quite that long, especially not after having been pushed to the edge once. He doesn’t often come just from this, but Kunikida seems determined to try to make him come first.
Odasaku waits until Kunikida’s eyes are hazy and his rhythm stutters before giving him some help. He reaches down and gives Dazai a few strokes, feeling how wet he is already at the tip. He tries to match Kunikida’s rhythm, or at least come close.
“Come for us, Dazai,” he says.
And Dazai does. His voice raises to a wordless near-scream. He spills over Odasaku’s hand, shuddering around Kunikida.
Kunikida isn’t far behind - Dazai tightening around him must have helped and he was already close. He groans Dazai’s name and thrusts a few more times, then slows to a stop.
They both look exhausted, Dazai more than Kunikida.
Odasaku wipes his hand off on the nearby towel, then moves to go clean Dazai up when Kunikida pulls out of him. “Had fun?” he asks.
Dazai whimpers.
“That means ‘yes’,” Odasaku says. “Kunikida?”
“Yes, but I need a shower,” Kunikida replies. “And then, preferably, to sleep until eight.”
Dazai has already curled up. Odasaku makes a note to tuck him in later.
“A shower sounds good,” Odasaku says, smiling. “Do you mind if I join you?”
Kunikida looks down, as if just remembering that Odasaku hadn’t been touched this entire evening, then back up at his face. “Not at all.”
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Odasaku, Dazai, Kunikida
Pairing(s): Kunikda/Dazai/Odasaku, Kunikida/Dazai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,575
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku, being the one who has more experience with Dazai, gives Kunikida some advice. In return, he gets the best seat in the house.
Notes: For subchesters. Apparently edging is a thing I haven't written before.
Odasaku has an idle thought that maybe he should take off his clothes. Maybe it’s impolite to be fully dressed in the presence of naked and half-naked people.
He doesn’t feel like it. He’s just fine on this chair, appreciating the view: Dazai laying back on the bed, fully nude; Kunikida between his legs, shirtless. It’s the kind of sight that makes someone appreciate their boyfriends more - not that he hadn’t loved them before this started, but they’re stunning together.
“Those aren’t very sensitive on him,” Odasaku says. Kunikida stops rubbing his thumbs over Dazai’s nipples. “Stick to the neck and shoulders. Or the lower abs - no, lower than that. There.”
Kunikida’s fingers press gently into the lines of muscle, and Dazai shudders. Kunikida leans down to leave another mark just above Dazai’s collarbone with lips and tongue (“he likes hickeys, but do them low so he doesn’t have an excuse to try and show them off”), drawing out a gasp.
When that’s done, Kunikida straightens back up again. His eyes have all the sharpness of concentration as they normally do when he’s focused, and Odasaku knows he’s committing every word from Odasaku and every reaction from Dazai to memory.
He rubs more firmly, and Dazai lets out a whimper.
“He’s loud.” Kunikida’s voice is rough already, though not much has been done to him.
“He’ll get louder,” Odasaku replies, shifting to a more comfortable position in his chair. “Move on whenever you feel like it.”
Kunikida is rarely described as patient, but he does have a single-mindedness that helps him to focus on things like this. He works Dazai up until he’s tense and trembling, and only then does he move lower.
“Back of the knee is good,” says Odasaku, and Kunikida skips down to there, applying kisses that are far too soft to be close to what Dazai wants right now.
“Kuni- Oda-” Dazai seems not to know whose name to curse right now, or maybe they’re both too long to get out properly. His hands, that had been tightly clenching the bedsheets, lift and travel downwards, either towards Kunikida’s hair or towards more neglected areas.
“Dazai,” Odasaku says, sharply, and Dazai freezes, then puts his hands back where they were.
Kunikida’s kisses become firmer, and start to leave red marks behind. He switches to behind Dazai’s other knee, then gradually, slowly moves up the inside of Dazai’s thigh.
Before he can get to anywhere Dazai would really like, he does the same with the other side. And then he stops completely, earning a frustrated growl.
“How many times do you think he deserves?” Kunikida asks.
“He’s tried to touch himself once, so edge him once,” says Odasaku. “He’s mostly been good tonight.”
Dazai looks like he doesn’t know whether to cry or to kill both of them when Kunikida finally gets a hand around him. He’s too slow, and far too gentle to be satisfying, a feather-light touch. Kunikida’s thumb rubs over the tip once, and Dazai’s hiss in response is enormously satisfying for Odasaku.
Odasaku could be touching himself now, he supposes. He’s certainly turned on enough. But that would be distracting, and he doesn’t want to miss any part of this.
Kunikida at least starts to grip him more firmly, but his pace is still too slow. Dazai tries to push his hips into Kunikida’s touch, but-
“Do you want it to be twice?” Odasaku asks. Dazai stills his movements to a tremble. “That’s better.”
“I could have some mercy on him, I suppose,” says Kunikida, as casually as discussing the weather. “What do you think?”
“If that’s what you want,” says Odasaku.
Kunikida’s movements speed up by such a small fraction that it’s hard to tell he changed anything at all. Dazai curses both of them, which cuts off in a moan when Kunikida rearranges himself to drag his tongue over Dazai, slowly.
The bedsheets have been torn under Dazai’s grip, Odasaku notes to himself. He sort of expected that would happen.
Kunikida is still so teasing and slow with his tongue. He licks the body firmly, then the head more gently, and grips Dazai’s hips to hold them still. When he finally takes the tip into his mouth, Dazai almost sobs.
“He likes it deep, but don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. He didn’t like choking me by accident,” says Odasaku. Dazai groans, so Odasaku figures he’s brought back some memories. “Oh, and he loves it if you hum.”
Kunikida hums around the inch he has between his lips, and Dazai is shaking, only kept from pushing in further by Kunikida pinning his hips down. Kunikida slides further down, then back, still at that agonizingly (for Dazai) slow pace.
“Kuni- Kunikida, please-” Dazai’s voice is raw, and the words are rare for him. Kunikida has to enjoy hearing that as much as he’ll enjoy the next part.
Kunikida speeds up to a more satisfying rhythm. Dazai chants Kunikida’s name in between gasps, probably having forgotten that Odasaku’s in the room, probably having forgotten that anything exists outside of Kunikida’s mouth-
Until Kunikida stops, abruptly. Dazai lets out a whine as Kunikida pulls off of him, trying desperately to push against Kunikida’s hands, but there’s nothing but air even if he did.
Odasaku opens a drawer, before tossing Kunikida a bottle. “Give him a minute,” he says. “He doesn’t come from fingering often but he can if he’s worked up enough.”
Seeing Dazai come apart on Kunikida’s fingers would be a pleasant way to end the evening, but it wouldn’t be fair to Kunikida.
Dazai is panting. His hands are twitching, like he knows that touching himself is a bad idea but his body wants to do it anyway, and Odasaku takes pity on him.
He joins them on the bed, and lifts Dazai’s hands off the mattress before pinning them above his head. “There. Now you won’t be tempted to do anything.”
The groan Dazai gives at that doesn’t sound all that thankful.
Kunikida has been spending this time shedding his last remaining clothes and neatly putting them aside. Now he spreads the lube over his fingers and circles Dazai’s hole a few times, before slowly pressing inside.
Dazai whimpers at the intrusion, but stays mostly still, allowing Kunikida to start spreading him open as carefully as he likes.
“Three should be fine,” Odasaku says, from Dazai’s other side. “Your fingers are a little thinner than mine, but not that much.”
“That’s what I thought.” After a bit, Kunikida adds a second finger. Words seem to have failed Dazai at this point, so he just breathes heavily with the occasional groan as Kunikida continues his work.
Three gets Dazai to shift in discomfort.
“You’re doing so well,” says Odasaku, softly. “Just a little longer. We’ll make this worth your while.”
Kunikida is quiet with focus. When he’s judged Dazai to be prepared enough, he spreads more lube around the hole and plenty on himself, then lines up and starts to push inside.
Dazai’s moan is loud, loud enough that Odasaku’s sure he couldn’t have stifled it if he tried, louder than Kunikida’s. Dazai pants heavily, and when Kunikida asks, “are you alright?” gives a quick nod.
“I’m going to move now,” Kunikida says after a few moments, and Odasaku knows that he will still stop and wait if Dazai gives any kind of negative response, even after all this.
Dazai wets his lips and manages one last word. “Please.”
Good enough. Kunikida thrusts forward, driving Dazai into the bed. They both take shallow breaths between their groans. A rhythm builds up.
Their mattress creaks. Odasaku is sure he’s the only one in a state to notice, and even he is barely giving any thought to anything but Kunikida inside Dazai, Dazai’s moans dragged from the back of his throat, Kunikida’s ragged breathing, the tightness of Kunikida’s hands on Dazai’s hips.
Odasaku could watch this for days.
He knows he won’t, of course. Dazai isn’t capable of lasting quite that long, especially not after having been pushed to the edge once. He doesn’t often come just from this, but Kunikida seems determined to try to make him come first.
Odasaku waits until Kunikida’s eyes are hazy and his rhythm stutters before giving him some help. He reaches down and gives Dazai a few strokes, feeling how wet he is already at the tip. He tries to match Kunikida’s rhythm, or at least come close.
“Come for us, Dazai,” he says.
And Dazai does. His voice raises to a wordless near-scream. He spills over Odasaku’s hand, shuddering around Kunikida.
Kunikida isn’t far behind - Dazai tightening around him must have helped and he was already close. He groans Dazai’s name and thrusts a few more times, then slows to a stop.
They both look exhausted, Dazai more than Kunikida.
Odasaku wipes his hand off on the nearby towel, then moves to go clean Dazai up when Kunikida pulls out of him. “Had fun?” he asks.
Dazai whimpers.
“That means ‘yes’,” Odasaku says. “Kunikida?”
“Yes, but I need a shower,” Kunikida replies. “And then, preferably, to sleep until eight.”
Dazai has already curled up. Odasaku makes a note to tuck him in later.
“A shower sounds good,” Odasaku says, smiling. “Do you mind if I join you?”
Kunikida looks down, as if just remembering that Odasaku hadn’t been touched this entire evening, then back up at his face. “Not at all.”