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Entry tags:
Scent
Title: Scent
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Dazai, Odasaku
Pairing(s): Odasaku/Dazai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 690
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku leaves his jacket behind; Dazai takes advantage.
Notes: Thanks, Twitter.
It’s entirely innocent, for about two seconds.
Odasaku had left his jacket hanging on Dazai’s coat rack. Dazai hadn’t realized until some time afterwards, long enough that he couldn’t easily catch up with Odasaku to tell him to come get it.
So Dazai picks it up off the coat rack, intending to at least wash it for him. Odasaku’s certainly not slovenly by any means, but when it comes to jackets, these things can go a long time without getting cleaned. Dazai knows his generally only gets a good cleaning when he needs to wash out bloodstains. Besides, washing your boyfriend’s clothes for him is sweet, right?
His first mistake comes when he smells the jacket.
It’s not surprising that it smells like Odasaku - he was just wearing it, after all. It smells a little of whiskey, and a little of smoke, and a little of something woodier. Mixed together, it smells strongly of nothing but Odasaku, and Dazai inhales the scent deeply. It’s familiar, and it stirs Dazai up much more than he’d expected.
He is definitely not washing this yet.
Odasaku and Dazai haven’t slept together yet. Odasaku had declined some previous overtures - they hadn’t been involved all that long yet, and he’d like to take it slow. Dazai understood and respected that sentiment, of course, and he’d let Odasaku choose when to move forward and take that last step beyond making out, but… Sometimes it’s difficult not to pounce on him.
The bedroom is too far away, so Dazai stumbles into the living room and collapses on the nearest couch, Odasaku’s jacket still pressed to his face. Getting his belt off is entirely too difficult to do one-handed, but two hands would require putting down the jacket - it’s almost agonizing to do so, but he sets it down just long enough to unbuckle his belt and pull himself out of his pants and underwear.
Then the jacket’s covering his face again, Dazai breathing in Odasaku’s scent as he strokes himself. He tries to start slow, but the smell makes him more lightheaded every time he inhales, and soon he’s pumping himself faster, every inch of him is trembling, it’s too much and not enough-
The door opens, and Dazai’s eyes go wide. He freezes.
“Dazai, have you seen my - oh.” Odasaku also freezes upon entering the living room and seeing Dazai with his pants pulled down and his face in Odasaku’s jacket.
There’s a long silence.
Odasaku takes a step towards him. “...Did you really plan on getting my jacket dirty?”
“Well…” Dazai knows it’s likely that he’d come on Odasaku’s jacket - it’s long enough that that’d be hard for Dazai to avoid. “It’s better to ask forgiveness than seek permission?”
Odasaku takes a seat beside Dazai on the couch. His hand replaces Dazai’s on his cock, which Dazai offers no resistance to whatsoever, and he starts stroking him slowly. “You liked it so much, you didn’t mind making me mad.”
“I would’ve cleaned it afterwards,” Dazai says, weakly. Odasaku’s scent is good, but having the man himself getting him off is better, and his hips stutter into Odasaku’s motions, begging for more.
Odasaku doesn’t speed up. “What if I asked you to lick it clean?”
Dazai takes in a sharp breath. God, that’d be… He plays it off with a shaky smile. “Yes sir~”
Odasaku chuckles, a low sound that makes Dazai shiver. “I won’t really do that. But you didn’t have to steal my jacket, if this is what you wanted. You could’ve just asked.”
“I wanted-” Dazai cuts off into a groan when Odasaku starts stroking him a little faster. He tries again. “I wanted to let you decide when.”
“I’m deciding on now,” says Odasaku. “Is that okay?”
That is very okay. Dazai nods, not trusting his voice.
“Do you think you can make it to the bed?” Odasaku asks.
Dazai gives a smile. “I can walk a few feet.” Right now he thinks he could make it across the country if that’s what he had to do to end up in bed with Odasaku, but that’s not something he’ll say out loud.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Dazai, Odasaku
Pairing(s): Odasaku/Dazai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 690
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Odasaku leaves his jacket behind; Dazai takes advantage.
Notes: Thanks, Twitter.
It’s entirely innocent, for about two seconds.
Odasaku had left his jacket hanging on Dazai’s coat rack. Dazai hadn’t realized until some time afterwards, long enough that he couldn’t easily catch up with Odasaku to tell him to come get it.
So Dazai picks it up off the coat rack, intending to at least wash it for him. Odasaku’s certainly not slovenly by any means, but when it comes to jackets, these things can go a long time without getting cleaned. Dazai knows his generally only gets a good cleaning when he needs to wash out bloodstains. Besides, washing your boyfriend’s clothes for him is sweet, right?
His first mistake comes when he smells the jacket.
It’s not surprising that it smells like Odasaku - he was just wearing it, after all. It smells a little of whiskey, and a little of smoke, and a little of something woodier. Mixed together, it smells strongly of nothing but Odasaku, and Dazai inhales the scent deeply. It’s familiar, and it stirs Dazai up much more than he’d expected.
He is definitely not washing this yet.
Odasaku and Dazai haven’t slept together yet. Odasaku had declined some previous overtures - they hadn’t been involved all that long yet, and he’d like to take it slow. Dazai understood and respected that sentiment, of course, and he’d let Odasaku choose when to move forward and take that last step beyond making out, but… Sometimes it’s difficult not to pounce on him.
The bedroom is too far away, so Dazai stumbles into the living room and collapses on the nearest couch, Odasaku’s jacket still pressed to his face. Getting his belt off is entirely too difficult to do one-handed, but two hands would require putting down the jacket - it’s almost agonizing to do so, but he sets it down just long enough to unbuckle his belt and pull himself out of his pants and underwear.
Then the jacket’s covering his face again, Dazai breathing in Odasaku’s scent as he strokes himself. He tries to start slow, but the smell makes him more lightheaded every time he inhales, and soon he’s pumping himself faster, every inch of him is trembling, it’s too much and not enough-
The door opens, and Dazai’s eyes go wide. He freezes.
“Dazai, have you seen my - oh.” Odasaku also freezes upon entering the living room and seeing Dazai with his pants pulled down and his face in Odasaku’s jacket.
There’s a long silence.
Odasaku takes a step towards him. “...Did you really plan on getting my jacket dirty?”
“Well…” Dazai knows it’s likely that he’d come on Odasaku’s jacket - it’s long enough that that’d be hard for Dazai to avoid. “It’s better to ask forgiveness than seek permission?”
Odasaku takes a seat beside Dazai on the couch. His hand replaces Dazai’s on his cock, which Dazai offers no resistance to whatsoever, and he starts stroking him slowly. “You liked it so much, you didn’t mind making me mad.”
“I would’ve cleaned it afterwards,” Dazai says, weakly. Odasaku’s scent is good, but having the man himself getting him off is better, and his hips stutter into Odasaku’s motions, begging for more.
Odasaku doesn’t speed up. “What if I asked you to lick it clean?”
Dazai takes in a sharp breath. God, that’d be… He plays it off with a shaky smile. “Yes sir~”
Odasaku chuckles, a low sound that makes Dazai shiver. “I won’t really do that. But you didn’t have to steal my jacket, if this is what you wanted. You could’ve just asked.”
“I wanted-” Dazai cuts off into a groan when Odasaku starts stroking him a little faster. He tries again. “I wanted to let you decide when.”
“I’m deciding on now,” says Odasaku. “Is that okay?”
That is very okay. Dazai nods, not trusting his voice.
“Do you think you can make it to the bed?” Odasaku asks.
Dazai gives a smile. “I can walk a few feet.” Right now he thinks he could make it across the country if that’s what he had to do to end up in bed with Odasaku, but that’s not something he’ll say out loud.