red rope

[misheard]

Title: red rope
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Chuuya, Dazai
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Dazai
Genre: Smut/Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Warnings: Suicide mention
Summary: Chuuya and Dazai try out shibari. It goes... it sure goes.
Notes:

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About half the reason Dazai wants to try shibari is because the ropes are red, Chuuya figures.

Not that he’ll complain. He’s always down to have Dazai at his mercy, and he does make a piece of fine art (not that he’ll ever tell Dazai that). The time they experimented with handcuffs was fun, so this should be more of the same, right?

Chuuya has a printed diagram of how to do the knots and is unashamed to have to reference it. If he were naturally good with his hands, he wouldn’t be a poet.

“Hands,” he says.

Dazai, nude, brings his hands up in front of him. Chuuya carefully ties them together with red rope. He hooks a finger inside to make sure that Dazai’s circulation isn’t cut off: the last thing he wants is to have to explain what he’s been doing to Mori later.

The next knot is tied around Dazai’s chest, with the rope just brushing Dazai’s nipples every time he shifts minisculely. Dazai whimpers, and Chuuya smirks.

Rope loops around Dazai’s legs and circle his feet, forcing him into a kneeling position. Dazai’s arousal is obvious, but Chuuya doesn’t give it any attention for now. Dazai can be patient like a good boy.

The finishing touch is to loop the rope behind Dazai’s neck and tie the final knot, but-

As soon as the weight of the rope starts to press into the back of Dazai’s neck, his eyes go wide and glassy, and his breathing picks up. Not the turned on kind of breathing, but the kind of rapid, shuddering breaths Chuuya’s learned to associate with Dazai panicking. The knot isn’t near tight enough to constrict breathing like that, and yet-

“Peach- Dazai!” Quickly, he undoes the last knot and lets the rope fall slack. He holds Dazai close until he’s breathing steadily again.

“…Sorry. I don’t know why…” Dazai bites his lip. “Did I ruin the mood?”

“A little,” says Chuuya. Seeing Dazai have a panic attack when Chuuya’s trying to get him to enjoy himself is not exactly his idea of a fun time. “No rope around the neck, alright, should’ve figured.”

He knots the rope around Dazai’s waist instead, rubbing soothing circles onto his skin with his thumb.

“This is nice,” Dazai says, sounding a little hazy. His arousal hasn’t returned, but the tension is gone from his shoulders, at least. “It seems like this would be a hard position to fuck me in, though?”

It is, and a few minutes ago Chuuya had been trying to work out the logistics of it (maybe he could ride him?), but now he just shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. Just relax.”

“Mmm, kay.”

The steady rise and fall of Dazai’s chest is soothing to watch. Chuuya strokes Dazai’s hair for a few minutes, until he realizes that Dazai’s fallen asleep sitting up.

He’s still a piece of fine art when he’s relaxed, maybe even prettier. Chuuya can never let him know.