bakerstreet | sexting meme

You asked about my mouth. Let me orally pleasure you first so that any lack of restraint on my part need not impede your enjoyment.

I can think of no better reason to kneel before you by my own volition, just this once.

Hm.

You better hurry over, then. Before I take care of it myself.

[Is he inviting Akutagawa into his home? No. As suicidal as he is, he'd rather keep himself off the grid for as long as he can. He's at a hotel near the port, and the next text is the address and room number.]

You should take the roof entrance. I doubt they'll take kindly to seeing your face in the lobby.

[Oh. Oh wow, is this actually going to happen? Akutagawa can't help but remember leaping off a high walkway to catch the bluetooth Atsushi hurled over the edge, only to find that Dazai had cut the connection... but even with that memory at the front of his mind, he can't convince himself not to step right into the trap.

He doesn't bother replying to Dazai's rather offensively basic stealth advice, though. He just locates the hotel and enters through the roof as recommended, then slips down to the right floor and takes a long, steadying breath before knocking on his door.

There's bound to be a trick. There has to be. Chuuya will have Akutagawa's hide if he ever finds out he fell for this. He just can't resist.]

[ Dazai is sure this is a bad idea, but he's not really looking for any good ones right now. He and Akutagawa have a lot of unfinished business. This might do both of them some bit of good? He isn't sure, but he wasn't exactly lying when he told Akutagawa that he had been thinking about him and everything that had happened.

He's used the other man a number of times for several reasons. Why not give something back in return? Of course it's not all selfless or egotistical reasons. Akutagawa knows there's a darkness inside of him, a lot more than most. Maybe even more than Chuuya. Every once in a while, Dazai can't help but indulge in it.

When he opens the door Dazai just looks him up and down for a moment before stepping aside to let him in. ]

That was fast.

[As if he expected anything different.]

[Akutagawa swallows hard as he endures Dazai's once-over, which he knows doesn't last much more than a second but feels at least an hour long. Does Dazai approve of what he sees? Disapprove? As always, he gives no indication to ease Akutagawa's mind.

Before he can catch himself and resist the urge, Akutagawa glances down at Dazai's pants - ah, he thinks as a throb of heat surges through his body, I'm not too late. Even if his speed does seem to have pleased Dazai, that will surely be as short-lived a victory as every other he's known if he doesn't keep up the momentum, so he hurries through the door and drops to his knees the moment it's closed behind him.]

As you instructed, Dazai-san. [What a joke. He's more deferential now than he ever was when Dazai still called him subordinate, because he knows exactly how much he has to lose. Wetting his lips with his tongue, Akutagawa gets hold of Dazai's belt buckle with the clear intention to get right to blowin' with no discussion.]

[ Dazai will likely keep that up- keeping Akutagawa guessing. Some habits just don't die down easily, no matter how much Dazai is wanting for this to be... well- amicable and mutual. But seeing his former subordinate standing in front of him, and then suddenly on his knees, it makes him want to keep control of this situation even more. It makes him want to do whatever he pleases with Akutagawa.

The speed at which he proceeds is impressive as well and Dazai thinks about stopping him, but why? Are they going to make small talk? Chat a bit before they get down to it? There's no point, really. So Dazai lets him go for it.

It really is something, how eager Akutagawa is. Ready and willing to get down on his knees so quickly, when he used to be so stubborn about doing what Dazai said. Maybe they've both realized how much they have to lose, because as soon as Akutagawa starts unbuckling his pants, Dazai reaches up slowly and slides his fingers into the fringe of the other man's hair.

It's slow, of course, not really because Dazai wants to be soft, but he has no idea how experienced or inexperienced Akutagawa is, or how a stray like him reacts to any kind of touch that isn't outright punishment. ]

If you move too fast you'll be sloppy. Have you ever done this before, Akutagawa?

[The moment Dazai reaches for him, Akutagawa goes perfectly still until he's able to ascertain that the movement isn't a precursor to violence; unfortunately, he's far less equipped to deal with what he does get in its place. Chuuya can be oddly affectionate with him at times, but usually that comes part and parcel with such a high level of intoxication that Akutagawa assumes the gestures have no meaning, so he's able to shrug them off both physically and emotionally.

Not so with this touch. Far from so with this touch. He feels his throat almost close up around some sort of wet, sticky lump and coughs harshly to work it loose, but this time coughing doesn't do any good; all he can do is turn his startled, slightly wild stare up to Dazai while the rest of his body remains still.]

I - yes, but not often, and with little concern for technique. That will have to be your first lesson. [A beseeching light in his eyes - please don't turn him away for this, please.]

[ It's about what he expected. Akutagawa looks like a scared animal for a moment and Dazai wonders if anyone has ever really shown him any genuine affection. He doesn't know about Chuuya and it's a good thing he doesn't, even though he has no right to be jealous. He's the one who left them behind.

Even as Akutagawa coughs, Dazai doesn't move his hand. Instead he sinks it deeper into those silky black locks, waiting for him to get used to his touch. It may never happen, it's been too many years of harsher punishment- but Akutagawa has always been a fast learner, always bounced back with efficiency, even if Dazai never praised him for it.

And then, he can feel that sharp wave of jealousy wash over him as Akutagawa tells him that he has done this before. The answer surprises Dazai. It isn't what he was hoping for or expecting in the least. He can't imagine who in the world Akutagawa would have willingly gotten down on his knees for.

There are a string of insults on the tip of his tongue, but that's not what he wants this to be. It isn't about a power struggle. Dazai already knows he has the upper hand. ]

Did you enjoy it?

[He asks as his fingers move down from Akutagawa's hair, tracing along the side of his face.]

No. [The answer comes almost immediately, and not just because he knows it's the only possible correct answer.] The handful of incidents were little more than an exchange of services for mutual stress release. I felt nothing while performing the act.

[Dazai's fingertips find bare skin and Akutagawa shivers, goosebumps springing up in their wake. His breath has gotten a bit more audible and shaky, with the pronounced rasp on each intake that always accompanies this particular cold tightness across his chest. If only he could enjoy being touched like this...

All at once he decides it's his responsibility to make the effort - he closes his eyes, then nudges his face ever so slightly into Dazai's touch. If Dazai strikes him now, he'll likely never open up this much under anyone's gentle hand again. This is very much the last chance for both of them.]

Do you feel something now?

[Yes, they've barely gotten started just yet, but there was already enough in their exchanged texts to get things going. Still, the question might be too much- too raw and bare, but Dazai doesn't care. That's what he wants instead of this jealous feeling trying to work its way into his veins and the urge to make sure Akutagawa belongs to no one but him in the most painful way. There are still darker parts very much alive in him, even if he's trying to rewrite over it all.

He still wants to make Akutagawa his, just not in that way.

Which is why he keeps moving his hand in the most gentle way, knowing just how much trust Akutagawa is putting in him when his face turns into his touch instead of away from it. It's trust that Dazai won't use it against him, won't beat him down with it like he's done so many times in the past.

Dazai lets his thumb run over Akutagawa's lips, back and forth, then tugs the bottom one down enough where he can slide his thumb into the other man's mouth, along teeth and tongue.]

I'm going to make sure you enjoy it this time. I'm going to ruin you for anyone else.

Y-Yes...

[Akutagawa can only hope Dazai doesn't ask him to elaborate, because he's drowning in far too many feelings and emotions to list or even identify them all. Arousal is a rather obvious answer, as is fear, but he's also clinging to hope for the first time in years and wrestling with some deep down, profoundly warm feeling he knows can't be safe in this or any context.

Emotions are never warm. Hot or cold, furious or apathetic, all-encompassing or not even present - not warm. He can't trust warm.

Heat flares up inside him again when Dazai touches his lips, effectively burning away the uncomfortable emotions and giving him a safe point of focus. He catches the hint behind Dazai's prodding thumb right away and wraps his lips tighter around it, pressing up against the underside with his tongue when he hollows his cheeks so that every part will be clenched tight inside the silky-hot grip.

Of course he can't speak this way, but the look in his eyes proves to be as evocative as ever: you already have, they say, but also I'm ready for whatever you bring.]

[ Dazai doesn't want him to elaborate. That simple answer is good enough, at least for now. It's the acknowledgement that something is there, but Dazai hasn't done enough to pull the rest out of Akutagawa just yet, and he's looking forward to it, especially knowing that this isn't Akutagawa's first time.

Well, on his knees, anyway. He doesn't know about the rest. He'll deal with that later.

Up until now, Akutagawa has been looking at him like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. As if Dazai is leading him right into a trap. But now, there's something else he sees in those eyes aside from fear, even though it's shrouded by it. All this time, Akutagawa has been doing everything he can so as not to disappoint Dazai, but tonight, Dazai doesn't want to disappoint him either. He wants that flicker of hope to grow. He wants there to be something else besides desperation that keeps Akutagawa coming back to him.

He can already feel the heat of arousal working up his spine, getting him harder as he watches those pale lips close around his thumb, sucking it into his mouth. Akutagawa's mouth is warm and talented, even with just a finger. He's looking forward to what else that usually defiant mouth can do, just like he said he was. ]

You look so beautiful like this, down on your knees.

[He pulls his thumb from Akutagawa's mouth, leaving a wet trail as he drags it down his chin, before hooking it under and pushing the other man's head up a little as he bends over, leaning it.]

I can't wait to see the rest of you.

[A promise of so much more, right before he presses his lips against Akutagawa's, slow, but full of purpose. He doesn't leave it slow for long, though, coaxing Akutagawa's mouth open so Dazai can get a taste of him.]

[Beautiful. Even if Akutagawa knows perfectly well that Dazai likely means "subservient," a notion that's confirmed by what he tacks on at the end, hearing such a word used to describe him still causes another strange twinge of emotion in his chest. Why does he keep getting that sticky, choked off feeling when there's no actual blockage in his throat? He can't understand...

Shiver after shiver chases its way up Akutagawa's spine while Dazai tilts his head up, bends low to meet him, until he probably appears to be trembling like some pathetic child. The truth is that he's stopped shivering with fear, but it's been replaced by such powerful anticipation that he could swear all of his blood was replaced with adrenaline at the same time. Yes yes yes, he wants to say, use me however you want and leave me laid utterly bare - he's just a second too late to squeeze in any words before Dazai seals their mouths together and all the confused reactions inside him explode into pure fire. No need to think or process anymore, just react.

Akutagawa's actually got less experience with kissing than blowjobs, which will likely show in just how sloppily he tries to ratchet up the intensity with his open mouth and tongue and, every now and then, his teeth - his bites come from overexcitement rather than premeditation, like a kitten or puppy nipping at someone while receiving positive attention. He climbs up onto one knee and reaches for the back of Dazai's head, desperate to get closer, driven by a craving that only seems to intensify every time he gives it a sliver of satisfaction.

(His mouth, of course, tastes primarily of blood. Not overwhelming enough to be salty, as though he's just bitten his tongue, but a coppery tang that's more taste than aftertaste.)]

[ That's part of what Dazai means- but it also isn't. There was a time when subservient would have been exactly how Dazai wanted Akutagawa to see thing, but now there's more behind it. He really does look beautiful like this, looking up at him. He'd also look beautiful looking down on Dazai as well, so that's definitely different.

He can feel Akutagawa trembling against his hand, against his lips, like some touch starved animal who has been beaten and neglected, getting the first taste of what anything good really feels like. His reaction to Dazai's closeness is such a heady feeling, but he tries not to get too lost in it. He knows he could do anything he wanted to do in this moment, but what he's really looking for is what Akutagawa wants instead.

Of course Akutagawa reacts to his kiss with unabashed intensity, trying to take as much as he can, as if he'll lose it all in an instant. Dazai doesn't blame him for reacting this way, of course. It's not like it hasn't happened in the past. So he lets him, indulging him in the sloppy kiss until he feels the hand at the back of his head, pulling him closer. He lets that happen as well, but his own hand moves back to Akutagawa's hair, tugging lightly as he slows the kiss, deepening it so Akutagawa stops trying to nip at him, and follows along instead.

Dazai likes Akutagawa's taste. Even the slight hint of blood is exhilarating. Maybe it shouldn't be, but Dazai is not as a person should be either. Luckily, neither of them are.

With Akutagawa moving closer and the grip still in his hair, Dazai tugs him up off his knees and carefully slides a hand to his side, pulling him in closer. It was a good start, Akutagawa getting down on his knees like that, but this clearly shouldn't be so detached. Akutagawa deserves more than that, after all this time, though this is the only way Dazai really knows how to say it. ]

[Dazaidazaidazai loops through Akutagawa's brain like a deranged mantra as he's pulled off his knees and flush against Dazai's body; he responds to the new position by wrapping both arms around Dazai's neck and clinging to the back of his shirt, still every bit as desperate in his grip. His kissing, though, he dials back to follow the signals Dazai's sending, just as he promised he would do -

1. Slow down
2. Be thorough rather than insistent
3. Don't bite
4. Keep the saliva level down
5. Slow down

- and eventually he manages to swap out sloppy urgency for some measure of technique. Just copying Dazai has never been enough to please him, so he tries little things that don't break any of the new rules (sucking on his bottom lip, pulling back to tease both lips with the very tip of his tongue) here and there to show he can surpass what he's taught rather than just follow along.

Kissing like this is very intimate. Akutagawa came here expecting sex acts of some kind, but not quite this level of intimacy. As much as he wishes it could never end, he does have to pull away and catch his breath, his eyes much more heavy-lidded and glassy as he searches Dazai's face for some sign of what's happening here.]

Dazai-san... [Little more than a rough whisper.]

[ There's no need to rush things- they have all the time in the world- or at least all the time they could possibly want for tonight. Dazai isn't leaving until Akutagawa is properly sated. That's his goal for tonight. He's never been particularly good at slow, but tonight he thinks he can make an exception.

Akutagawa is a fast learner, of course- he always has been, when not trying to be stubborn. It's what Dazai had tried to beat into him long ago, but this is a much better way to go about things, isn't it? There's nibbling and teasing, and Dazai pressing deep into Akutagawa's mouth to taste him, because- lets be real, this isn't only about Akutagawa, is it. Dazai fully wants to indulge in what he wants as well, and right now, what he wants is right in front of him, pressed in tight against his body as if he's the only thing keeping Akutagawa from drowning.

When Akutagawa pulls away, Dazai smiles- though it's more a predatory thing, as if he's trying to decide just what to do with this treat in front of him. ]

Get on the bed, Akutagawa-kun.

[Akutagawa does look rather nice with swollen red lips and flushed cheeks - he looks far more alive than usual, especially with the feverish gleam in his eyes topping off the whole effect. Even battle doesn't leave him looking this way because it exhausts him so badly, and sex is sure to do the same, but a bit of heated kissing does wonders for his pallor.

Get on the bed: finally, a clear and direct order. This familiar dynamic makes things so much easier that Akutagawa nearly leaps onto the bed with the crushing weight of trying to please Dazai without orders lifted from his shoulders. Once he's there, he isn't sure how to place himself - on his back? Hands and knees? Sitting up? - so he allows physical instinct to take over, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs so that Dazai can climb between them.

Intentional or not, the end result makes for a powerfully seductive picture.]

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