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light wind and dreams: bonus
Title: light wind and dreams: bonus
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs, Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi, Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi(/Atsushi)
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,005
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: The differences between the Atsushis (in bed).
Notes: Here's a completely optional smut chapter.
Atsushi has never even remotely had a problem with telling the Nakajimas apart. Even with his eyes closed and ears plugged he could probably still figure out the difference in a minute or two.
The first Nakajima, the one he usually sees, is shy and sweet. He dotes on Atsushi when he can - Atsushi actually gets paid more than Nakajima does, but Nakajima has less needs of his own - and remembers almost everything he says about his own likes, to surprise Atsushi with at a later date. He spoils him with gifts, but is slow to initiate public affection, at least of the physical kind.
The other Nakajima, the one who only comes out occasionally, is colder and prouder. He doesn’t shower Atsushi with presents, but he’s bolder when it comes to kissing him in public, to the point where it’s embarrassing. His words aren’t as sweet, but he’s the one with an affectionate nickname for Atsushi - ‘pet’, which Atsushi would worry about taking literally if the other Nakajima didn’t assure him that they both thought of him as a boyfriend and nothing else.
If they didn’t, it would make sleeping with them a little uncomfortable.
Nakajima number one is gentle with him, the first time Atsushi ends up at his temporary residence. “Since it’s your first time,” he says, and Atsushi doesn’t pursue the question of who his alternate self has had sex with before, that’s weird. Nakajima distracts him from that thought, anyway, with soft kisses that travel from Atsushi’s lips to Atsushi’s throat, and then lower once clothes are removed.
Atsushi tries not to squirm at all the attention to his skin, laughs breathlessly when Nakajima licks his belly button, and then finds himself covering his mouth with his arm when Nakajima’s kisses move between his hips. Nakajima’s mouth is warm and wet, and a part of Atsushi wants nothing better than to just lose itself in the way he feels around him, but the rest protests, “Wait wait wait-”
Nakajima pulls away immediately, wide-eyed, concerned. “Did I do something wrong?”
“L-let me touch you too,” Atsushi says, and is proud of the way he gets through that sentence with a bare minimum of stammering.
Nakajima’s clothes are not as hard to take off as they look. Nakajima himself makes noises that are pleasant to Atsushi’s ears when Atsushi explores his body with his hands. Occasionally he manages a word of encouragement, but mostly it’s just gasps and whimpers of Atsushi’s name.
They end up pressed against each other, biting back moans at the same time as their hands fit around both of them, and they come around the same time. It’s messy, and kind of gross after a minute, and completely satisfying.
That’s how the first few times go, with some variations. Atsushi doesn’t bring up the idea of doing more and neither does Nakajima. Going further would be exciting, but it’s intimidating at the same time.
Then the other Nakajima, as he always does eventually, makes his appearance. He co-opts the date Atsushi and the first Nakajima were going to go on, then invites Atsushi over at the end.
This Nakajima doesn’t kiss with the same gentleness that his other half does, once they’re in his bedroom. He’s rough, demanding. He sends a thrill down Atsushi’s spine as the kiss deepens more and more.
Nakajima’s barely careful enough not to pop a button off Atsushi’s shirt when he rids him of his clothes. Then he’s on him again, leaving marks that Atsushi will have to hide from his coworkers in the morning, drawing out moan after moan.
He pauses to fish something out of his bag, and Atsushi tenses up when he sees Nakajima open the packet.
“Relax, pet.” Nakajima’s voice is a low purr. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Atsushi tries to make himself relax. It’s difficult and it’s even more difficult when Nakajima presses a lubed finger inside of him, but he tries. Nakajima kisses him and that’s distracting enough for him to work in one finger to stretch him out - two fingers and Atsushi’s grunting in discomfort again.
“Relax,” Nakajima says again, softly. He sounds like he’s trying to be soothing, which is a weird concept for this Nakajima. “You’re going to feel good in just a little bit, so hold on until then. Can you do that?”
Atsushi nods. Nakajima stretching him doesn’t hurt, it just feels uncomfortable, and he’s about to say something to that effect when Nakajima crooks his fingers just so and a sudden shock of pleasure hits his system. He cries out.
Nakajima smirks. “That’s more like it.” He keeps rubbing that spot until Atsushi is a quivering mess, then pulls his fingers out. It takes him no time at all to shed his own clothes, and then...
Nakajima is bigger than two fingers, but he goes slowly and lets Atsushi adjust. When Nakajima starts to move, Atsushi finds himself digging his nails into Nakajima’s back, but they’re not tiger claws and Nakajima doesn’t seem to mind. It’s hard to focus on things like that when Nakajima’s building up to a slow but powerful rhythm that rocks Atsushi into the bed.
It should feel uncomfortable or weird, being filled like this. It doesn’t anymore, it just feels good. Atsushi loses himself in the sensation.
Nakajima is cursing. Atsushi has no idea what words are leaving his own mouth, except that they’re encouraging, and that they get louder when Nakajima finds that spot inside him again. When Nakajima wraps a hand around him and starts to stroke, he’s done for.
It takes Nakajima a little while longer to finish, but once he does, he takes a minute to relax before pulling out of Atsushi and flopping to the side. Atsushi hesitates before snuggling up to him, and Nakajima strokes his hair.
Atsushi wonders if he’s going to have to tell the other Nakajima what happened here himself. That will be an awkward conversation if he’s ever had one.
Completely worth it, though.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs, Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi, Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi(/Atsushi)
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,005
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: The differences between the Atsushis (in bed).
Notes: Here's a completely optional smut chapter.
Atsushi has never even remotely had a problem with telling the Nakajimas apart. Even with his eyes closed and ears plugged he could probably still figure out the difference in a minute or two.
The first Nakajima, the one he usually sees, is shy and sweet. He dotes on Atsushi when he can - Atsushi actually gets paid more than Nakajima does, but Nakajima has less needs of his own - and remembers almost everything he says about his own likes, to surprise Atsushi with at a later date. He spoils him with gifts, but is slow to initiate public affection, at least of the physical kind.
The other Nakajima, the one who only comes out occasionally, is colder and prouder. He doesn’t shower Atsushi with presents, but he’s bolder when it comes to kissing him in public, to the point where it’s embarrassing. His words aren’t as sweet, but he’s the one with an affectionate nickname for Atsushi - ‘pet’, which Atsushi would worry about taking literally if the other Nakajima didn’t assure him that they both thought of him as a boyfriend and nothing else.
If they didn’t, it would make sleeping with them a little uncomfortable.
Nakajima number one is gentle with him, the first time Atsushi ends up at his temporary residence. “Since it’s your first time,” he says, and Atsushi doesn’t pursue the question of who his alternate self has had sex with before, that’s weird. Nakajima distracts him from that thought, anyway, with soft kisses that travel from Atsushi’s lips to Atsushi’s throat, and then lower once clothes are removed.
Atsushi tries not to squirm at all the attention to his skin, laughs breathlessly when Nakajima licks his belly button, and then finds himself covering his mouth with his arm when Nakajima’s kisses move between his hips. Nakajima’s mouth is warm and wet, and a part of Atsushi wants nothing better than to just lose itself in the way he feels around him, but the rest protests, “Wait wait wait-”
Nakajima pulls away immediately, wide-eyed, concerned. “Did I do something wrong?”
“L-let me touch you too,” Atsushi says, and is proud of the way he gets through that sentence with a bare minimum of stammering.
Nakajima’s clothes are not as hard to take off as they look. Nakajima himself makes noises that are pleasant to Atsushi’s ears when Atsushi explores his body with his hands. Occasionally he manages a word of encouragement, but mostly it’s just gasps and whimpers of Atsushi’s name.
They end up pressed against each other, biting back moans at the same time as their hands fit around both of them, and they come around the same time. It’s messy, and kind of gross after a minute, and completely satisfying.
That’s how the first few times go, with some variations. Atsushi doesn’t bring up the idea of doing more and neither does Nakajima. Going further would be exciting, but it’s intimidating at the same time.
Then the other Nakajima, as he always does eventually, makes his appearance. He co-opts the date Atsushi and the first Nakajima were going to go on, then invites Atsushi over at the end.
This Nakajima doesn’t kiss with the same gentleness that his other half does, once they’re in his bedroom. He’s rough, demanding. He sends a thrill down Atsushi’s spine as the kiss deepens more and more.
Nakajima’s barely careful enough not to pop a button off Atsushi’s shirt when he rids him of his clothes. Then he’s on him again, leaving marks that Atsushi will have to hide from his coworkers in the morning, drawing out moan after moan.
He pauses to fish something out of his bag, and Atsushi tenses up when he sees Nakajima open the packet.
“Relax, pet.” Nakajima’s voice is a low purr. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Atsushi tries to make himself relax. It’s difficult and it’s even more difficult when Nakajima presses a lubed finger inside of him, but he tries. Nakajima kisses him and that’s distracting enough for him to work in one finger to stretch him out - two fingers and Atsushi’s grunting in discomfort again.
“Relax,” Nakajima says again, softly. He sounds like he’s trying to be soothing, which is a weird concept for this Nakajima. “You’re going to feel good in just a little bit, so hold on until then. Can you do that?”
Atsushi nods. Nakajima stretching him doesn’t hurt, it just feels uncomfortable, and he’s about to say something to that effect when Nakajima crooks his fingers just so and a sudden shock of pleasure hits his system. He cries out.
Nakajima smirks. “That’s more like it.” He keeps rubbing that spot until Atsushi is a quivering mess, then pulls his fingers out. It takes him no time at all to shed his own clothes, and then...
Nakajima is bigger than two fingers, but he goes slowly and lets Atsushi adjust. When Nakajima starts to move, Atsushi finds himself digging his nails into Nakajima’s back, but they’re not tiger claws and Nakajima doesn’t seem to mind. It’s hard to focus on things like that when Nakajima’s building up to a slow but powerful rhythm that rocks Atsushi into the bed.
It should feel uncomfortable or weird, being filled like this. It doesn’t anymore, it just feels good. Atsushi loses himself in the sensation.
Nakajima is cursing. Atsushi has no idea what words are leaving his own mouth, except that they’re encouraging, and that they get louder when Nakajima finds that spot inside him again. When Nakajima wraps a hand around him and starts to stroke, he’s done for.
It takes Nakajima a little while longer to finish, but once he does, he takes a minute to relax before pulling out of Atsushi and flopping to the side. Atsushi hesitates before snuggling up to him, and Nakajima strokes his hair.
Atsushi wonders if he’s going to have to tell the other Nakajima what happened here himself. That will be an awkward conversation if he’s ever had one.
Completely worth it, though.