nealuchi | sleazy bed track

Title: sleazy bed track
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Dazai, Chuuya, Odasaku, Ango, Dan, Haruo, Akutagawa
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Dazai, Odasaku/Dazai, Ango/Dazai, Dan/Dazai, Haruo/Dazai, Akutagawa/Dazai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,850
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya shares Dazai with others, with his consent.
Notes:

Chuuya doesn’t get people who think Dazai is confusing. That guy’s the most straightforward, painfully simple person Chuuya knows. All you need to do is praise him and he’ll die for (or with) you.

This is especially true in bed.

“Good boy,” he purrs, running his hand through Dazai’s hair. Dazai doesn’t complain like he normally would, mostly because it’s hard to do that with a dick in your mouth, but also because the attention is another form of praise. “You’re gorgeous on your knees.”

Dazai’s answer is a muffled moan, and he begins to bob his head, taking more of Chuuya’s cock with each movement.

“You like hearing that? Like knowing what a pretty whore you are?” Chuuya shudders, just barely keeping his hips from thrusting into that wet heat. “Fuck, you’re taking me so good.”

The rustle of clothing alerts Chuuya that Dazai has started stroking himself, with his other hand wrapped around the base of Chuuya’s cock.

“I wonder if you could get off just on being praised,” Chuuya says, as if it’s an idle thought and not something he’s imagined many times before. “But I can’t last that long, so maybe I should pass you around until you’re satisfied?”

Dazai’s eyes go wide, then hazy. His groan travels all the way up Chuuya’s spine.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that. You’re such a good slut, I’m sure you’d be happy to suck off the rest of the library.” Chuuya can’t quite keep his hips from rolling forward. “What - oh fuck - do you think? Want to show your sensei how good you are at sucking cock?”

A frantic nod. The head of Chuuya’s cock passes into Dazai’s throat.

“Such a good boy - fuck, Dazai, I’m gonna-”

Dazai works his throat around Chuuya’s cock and greedily swallows every drop of come, stroking his own cock all the while. It doesn’t take long before he’s muffling a cry into the inside of Chuuya’s thigh and following him into climax.

For a minute, they both just catch their breath, and Dazai fixes his hair back into place.

He looks up, wild-eyed, and says, “If you don’t actually make that happen I’ll never forgive you.”

They do have to talk out a few more details, because even Chuuya knows that while you’re blowing someone is not the best time to negotiate kink. But consent gets worked out, who should and should not be invited is discussed, invitations are handwritten.

Dazai lays on his stomach sideways on the bed, naked save for a blindfold. That had been his idea, to preserve some of the surprise until everyone had their turn.

Chuuya, fully dressed, sits on a chair and addresses the gathered authors. “Two at a time, no cutting in line, no talking until it’s your turn. If you get too rough with him, I have the right to throw you out and you can put your pants back on in the hallway for all I care. He likes ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ but mix them with praise or he’ll get sad. You ready, Dazai?”

“Yes, please.” Dazai’s voice is already rough with want. The fact that Chuuya fingered him to climax while getting him ready a couple minutes ago doesn’t hurt.

The first two are Oda and Ango, naturally - they’d arrived together.

“Yo,” says Oda, casual as you please. “Just little ol’ me to start you off.”

“Aww, Odasaku, you’re not little,” Ango says. He gives Dazai’s ass a squeeze and grins when Dazai whimpers. “You need any prep work?”

Dazai shakes his head. “Took care of it.”

Ango shoves his pants down his legs, while Oda gets his down just enough to free his cock. Pressing the tip against Dazai’s lips, Oda groans when Dazai eagerly wraps his mouth around the head.

Ango’s cock fits inside Dazai with no resistance, thanks to Chuuya’s efforts from earlier. Ango wastes no time in starting up a rhythm, and his thrusts push Dazai further down onto Oda.

“Fuck, you’re as tight as ever,” Ango says, gripping Dazai by both hips. “This was your idea, yeah?”

“Mm,” says Dazai, which might or might not be agreement. He’s a little focused on sucking Oda’s cock at the moment.

“Joint creative effort,” says Chuuya.

“Y’sure do have the best ideas,” says Oda, with a hint of a moan. He pets Dazai’s hair, murmuring Dazai’s name appreciatively whenever Dazai does something interesting with his tongue.

Chuuya rests his chin on his palm as he watches. He’s been invited to join the decadents before, so this isn’t a wholly unfamiliar sight, but it’s the first time he’s really gotten to sit back and appreciate it.

Oda starts to roll his hips in tiny circles, and Dazai swallows around him. Ango curses and picks up his pace.

“Inside’s fine,” Chuuya calls to him.

“I’m not that clo- shit-” Dazai squeezes deliberately around Ango, cutting off his complaint.

Chuuya grins. “You were saying?”

“Fellas,” Odasaku says, as chiding as he can be while out of breath. “This is s’posed to be about Dazai.”

“Fuck off, I’m allowed to have fun too.” Still, Chuuya quiets down for now, the better to hear Ango’s stream of inventive swears and Oda’s moans.

As he’d predicted, Ango comes first, his thrusts turning messy and irregular as he spills inside Dazai. Oda’s not long after him, pulling out just in time to come over Dazai’s mouth and cheeks. Dazai licks his lips, but doesn’t make any further attempt to clean his face.

“It’s a good look for you,” Chuuya says. Once Ango and Oda have backed off, he nods at the next two.

Dan cups Dazai’s cheek with affection, not minding the come getting on his hand. “You need anything? Water?”

“…Water’d be great, actually.” Dazai’s voice is raw.

Chuuya has a water bottle ready. He passes it to Dan, who uncaps it and presses it to Dazai’s lips. Dazai drinks greedily.

Haruo rests a hand on Dazai’s back gently, and waits until he’s done drinking to speak. Good call, because Dazai might just have choked otherwise. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Sensei!!” If Dazai physically could sparkle, he would. “Of course it’s okay - it would be an honor, no, a privilege to be used by you-”

“Alright, alright, I get the idea.” Haruo doesn’t need too much more convincing. He frees himself from his pants and presses his cock against Dazai, finding him even easier to slide into thanks to Ango’s come.

On the other side of the bed, Dan lightly grips Dazai by the back of his head. He has the opportunity to complain, but when he doesn’t, Dan guides his cock past his lips with his other hand, beginning to thrust shallowly.

Haruo bites his lip, quiet save for the occasional grunt as he sets a slow, careful pace.

“Praise,” Chuuya prompts him. From Haruo, especially, Dazai wants to hear that he’s doing well.

“Oh - right.” Haruo looks as awkward as a man deep inside his student can look. “You feel good, Dazai.”

It’s a start. Dazai moans in response, muffled around Dan’s cock.

“You’re amazing,” Dan says, voice shaking a little as his cock brushes the back of Dazai’s throat. “So good, so generous. No one’s half as hot as you are.”

Trust Dan to be free with the compliments. Chuuya stifles a chuckle.

Haruo groans, his body shuddering. “Can I go a little faster?” Dazai lets out another muffled moan, and after glancing at Chuuya - Chuuya gives him a nod - Haruo picks up the pace.

Praise continues to flow from Dan’s lips as he starts to fuck Dazai’s face in earnest. “So good, so handsome, a genius - fuck, Dazai-” Dazai’s whole body shakes with every word.

The first one to come is Dan, who pours his come down Dazai’s throat before releasing his grip on his hair. Dazai takes several large breaths before turning his head to try to look at Haruo behind him, though obviously the blindfold makes that impossible.

“Sensei, you can go harder - please use me until you’re satisfied-” He squeezes around Haruo’s cock, drawing a strangled groan from him.

Chuuya knows from experience how hard it is to stay careful and slow when you’re on the receiving end of that. Haruo’s thrusts pick up once again, rocking Dazai into the bed. With his mouth unoccupied, he’s free to moan and sigh all he wants.

At least, until the last member of their party tilts Dazai’s head up. “Dazai.” Akutagawa’s tone is gentle. “Can you take one more?”

Dazai’s cock, already hard and dripping wet without being touched, does a jump at Akutagawa’s voice. “Yes! Of course I can, Akutagawa-sensei, I’ll- mmph-”

Shutting Dazai up with a cock in his mouth is a time-honored tradition. At least, Chuuya’s done it a lot and it never gets old for him.

Haruo doesn’t last much longer, and pulls out a second before coming to spill over Dazai’s back instead. A muffled groan of disappointment leaves Dazai, but he’s more focused on pleasing Akutagawa than anything else. He licks and sucks with abandon, bobbing his head to take as much of Akutagawa as he possibly can.

“So eager.” Akutagawa tucks a strand of loose hair behind Dazai’s ear. “You’re so cute.”

“He sure is, isn’t he?” Chuuya crosses one of his legs over the other. “This is your last one, so do a good job like a good little slut, Dazai.”

Dazai doesn’t really need the encouragement. He takes Akutagawa’s cock in deep, his throat working around him. He can’t quite fit all of him in, but what he can’t manage he strokes with one hand.

“Mm… You’re good at this.” Akutagawa pets the top of his head. “Would you mind if I took you from behind?”

Dazai’s mouth leaves Akutagawa’s cock with a wet pop. “Please.”

So Akutagawa circles the bed and lines himself up with Dazai’s entrance. If Chuuya knows anything about Dazai, it won’t take long-

“S-Sensei…!”

Sure enough, the instant Akutagawa pushes inside, Dazai comes over his own stomach. Akutagawa fucks him through it, setting a fast pace straightaway. Even once the last shocks of Dazai’s climax have faded and he’s oversensitive to every movement, Akutagawa doesn’t let up.

Dazai probably wouldn’t complain no matter how long Akutagawa fucked him, but Chuuya might have something to say if Dazai keeps whimpering like that. He looks Akutagawa in the eyes and taps his wrist.

Akutagawa nods, and trades speed for force and depth. It only takes a few of those thrusts for him to come deep inside.

Dazai lies in a blissful heap, unable to do anything but sigh in delight as Akutagawa redresses. He manages a tiny wave before Akutagawa leaves the room, and turns his head towards Chuuya. “Thank you.”

Chuuya hands him a second bottle of water before taking a seat next to him. “You need a shower before you make more of a mess on my bed.”

Dazai grins weakly, and glances down at Chuuya’s burgeoning arousal from watching all of that. “Only if you join me?”

Well, Dazai does have good ideas, sometimes.