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Being back in Chuuya’s office always did something for Dazai.
It reminded him of the past, times where they had desperately made out as soon as the door shut, the harshness of the things they had gotten into in the space, the gentleness that seeped through the cracks and infected their intimacy without warning. He didn’t really expect Chuuya to be so careless with their sex life to bring it into the office, and true to himself, Chuuya had fought it off at first, but it became almost impossible to keep their hands off each other as teenagers.
Now, more mature and having grown up, the office didn’t hold the same desperate energy. That didn’t mean it didn’t come with implications of something sexual, though.
Dazai was supposed to be here on business with the Agency, delivering files and other things he couldn’t quite care about at the moment, not when the only thing standing between him and his partner was that damn deep mahogany ornate desk that he hated so much.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Dazai teased as he let the door click shut behind him, careful to lock it.
“What could you possibly want?” Chuuya hissed, keeping his voice hushed and his annoyance at bay, “Did anyone see you?”
“C’mon, Chuuya,” Dazai waltzed up to his desk, bracing himself on his fingers against the smooth wood, “You know me well enough to know not even you could tail me.”
Chuuya shot him an exasperated look, “I quite literally have, multiple times.”
“Unimportant details,” Dazai shrugged, then ran his finger across the desk slowly, watching Chuuya’s eyes track him, “Lots of memories in this office.”
“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Chuuya raised an eyebrow, still keeping his voice low.
“What do you think I’m suggesting?” Dazai asked, matching his partner’s hushed voice.
Chuuya looked unimpressed, “Dazai.”
“Chuuya.” Dazai smiled cunningly, eyes flicking to Chuuya’s lips.
“No.”
“We used to do this all the time,” Dazai sing-songed ‘time’, “Why’s it different now?”
“For one, we aren’t teenagers.” Chuuya whispered, rolled his eyes but shifted himself again, obviously affected by the proposition and trying to hide it.
“Doesn’t that make it more exciting?” Dazai asked, spinning his voice into something more dominant and seductive as he stepped away from the desk to sit on Chuuya’s ridiculously luxurious couch, “This is new.”
“To you,” Chuuya huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.
“C’mon,” Dazai prompted, “I want you.”
“You already have me, asshole,” Chuuya hissed, “We don’t need to fuck in my office like horny teenagers to prove that now.”
Dazai shrugged and relaxed against the leather of the couch, “Who said we’d be going that far?”
“So what, you wanna work me up and then run back off to the Agency with Kunikida?” Chuuya stood from his desk, leaning over it now to scowl at Dazai from across the room.
“Jealous?” Dazai winked, but he knew there wasn’t any real jealousy Chuuya could have about his new partnership with Kunikida.
“You know I’m not,” Chuuya’s face softened for a moment before it twisted back into annoyance, “But you wanna work me up just to leave.”
“Was that implied?” Dazai asked, cocking his head to the side.
Chuuya circled his desk and took a few steps towards him, “Yes.”
“I’d never,” Dazai smirked and reached out to grab Chuuya’s hips, letting the other settle into the grasp.
“Yeah right,” Chuuya tsked, “Fuckin’ tease.”
Dazai knew it was Chuuya’s version of giving consent. He twisted him around and gripped his waist, pulling him down on the couch between his legs. Within an instant, Dazai had one hand roaming Chuuya’s chest while the other tilted his head to the side so he could kiss and lick up his neck, tossing his hat towards the desk as he braced his partner against himself.
Dazai couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than Chuuya sat between his legs, back pressed to his chest, leaning into his touch like he needed it to survive.
“This can’t wait till we’re home?” Chuuya asked, breathless already from the way Dazai’s hands trailed down his chest, annoyance fleeting in his voice.
“Mmm,” Dazai hummed as he stopped kissing up his neck, gripping Chuuya’s hips and leaning them back, one hand leaving in favor of pulling Chuuya down with him, “That’s up to you.”
“Bastard,” Chuuya grunted as Dazai ran both hands down his closed legs, prying them open with little resistance.
Dazai held Chuuya’s leg with one hand while the other ghosted over his thigh, purposely ignoring the obvious place Chuuya wanted him to touch the most. Taking this home would be easier, he could take Chuuya apart in a more intimate way, a way they were accustomed to now, but something about doing this again in Chuuya’s office had Dazai’s mind hazy, and it seemed his partner was feeling the same way.
Chuuya shifted slightly in his arms and Dazai held him back from moving too much, the grip on his thigh tightening as his other hand braced against Chuuya’s toned stomach, the muscles obvious even through his layers of clothes.
“Someone could come in.” Chuuya commented, pushing back against Dazai in hopes his hand traveled lower towards his erection.
“They won’t.” Dazai assured, halfway granting Chuuya’s wish by lightly ghosting his fingers over his partner’s crotch.
“I’m-” Chuuya sucked in a breath, “People look for me, y’know.”
Dazai chuckled, a possessive undertone in his voice, “Let them.”
He gave in and ran a heavy hand down Chuuya’s clothed dick, feeling the heat through his pants. Chuuya grunted and pushed further back into him, chasing a kind of friction he was absolutely not finding at the moment. Dazai stroked him again, his other hand digging into the meat of Chuuya’s thigh to keep him spread.
It was intoxicating, holding someone with such power against him, having someone so capable in his corner. The thought alone had Dazai rock hard, his possessiveness washing over him like a tidal wave. They switched roles quite frequently when it came to intimacy, depending on the day and mood, it didn’t really matter to either of them, but this situation had Dazai’s head in a different mindset.
Dazai removed his hand from Chuuya’s thigh in favor of running it up to meet his other hand, working slowly to undo his belt. Chuuya moved again at the implication, trying to speed up a process Dazai obviously wanted to savor and take his time with.
“Did you lock the door?” Chuuya asked, hands gripping the fabric of Dazai’s pants.
“Of course,” Dazai nosed Chuuya’s hair, breathing in the familiar and safe scent of his partner’s shampoo as he pushed his pants down just enough to where his erection was visible in his boxers.
Dazai gripped him through his boxers, pumping his hand up excruciatingly slow, relishing in the quickened breathing that came from his partner as he used his other hand to keep his legs open. They were facing the large window in Chuuya’s office, one that overlooked the entirety of Yokohama, the tops of the buildings poking out from their vantage point. It sent a thrill through Dazai, the thought of him taking apart the man in his arms one touch at a time with the world as witness that he belonged to Dazai.
“‘Zai,” Chuuya warned as Dazai squeezed around his base, but it wouldn’t stop Dazai.
He pulled away in favor of freeing Chuuya from his boxers, his throbbing dick already leaking as it was exposed to the still air of his office. Dazai ran his fingers lightly against the sensitive skin of Chuuya’s abdomen, letting his nails drag. He dug his other hand into Chuuya’s thigh again as he felt it unconsciously try to close at how exposing this position was.
Chuuya felt exceptionally small against his chest; Dazai was able to completely engulf him with his broad shoulders and lanky form. It made the situation even more scandalous, seeing that their height difference wasn’t even a thought to him when it was Chuuya who was in control.
“Ff-” Chuuya choked on a curse as Dazai ran his fingers teasingly up his dick, “Fuckin’ facin’ the window.”
“Mhm,” Dazai affirmed, lightly gripping the head of Chuuya’s dick, smearing the precum over the slit with his thumb.
Chuuya hitched forward and Dazai’s hand left his thigh to brace him back against his chest, using a good amount of force to keep him pinned in place. There was no doubt as an Executive that being handled like this in front of a window was embarrassing, but to Dazai in control, it was exhilarating.
“Anyone- mmf-” Chuuya bit back a noise as he whispered, “Anyone could see.”
Dazai brought his hand up to Chuuya’s cheek, caressing it with his knuckles before he slid it over his partner’s eyes, “Focus on me.”
He started to pump Chuuya with a steady rhythm, electricity running through him as Chuuya let out a soft, “Oh.”
Keeping his pace, Dazai took Chuuya apart piece by piece, swallowing all the noises his partner was making, relishing in the way Chuuya was practically coming undone in his arms. It hadn’t always been like this and Dazai was glad it had molded into something actually vulnerably intimate over the years.
“Door?” Chuuya asked breathlessly, again worrying about someone walking in on them.
“Focus on how you feel,” Dazai whispered in his ear, flicking his wrist the way he knew Chuuya liked, speeding up his pace.
It wasn’t long before Chuuya started panting, his fingers relaxing from their grip on Dazai’s pants, body going lax in his hold. He tipped his head backwards, letting it rest on Dazai’s shoulder as he continued to come undone.
Covering Chuuya’s eyes had been a gamble, it easily could’ve gone wrong, his issues surrounding autonomy and control rivaling Dazai’s own. The risk paid off as it seemed to genuinely be helping his very private partner relax and focus on the touch and pleasure coursing through his body.
“Just like that,” Dazai praised, feeling Chuuya arch his back away from him.
Dazai retaliated by keeping Chuuya’s head against his shoulder by the hand covering his eyes, neck bent, exposing the choker that laid neatly on the smooth skin. He kept his pace, moving his hand around Chuuya’s dick in a way he knew drove the other man crazy, just enough pressure to feel pleasurable but not enough to tip him over the edge.
Chuuya barely stifled a moan and his face burned a bright red in consequence, most definitely embarrassed from how easy it was to work him up and the fact he was exposed near a large window.
“Do you want to keep going?” Dazai asked, suddenly aware of how much he’d hate to be in this position. He removed his hand from Chuuya’s eyes and slowed his pace, accepting his partner would likely want to stop.
Chuuya let out a frantic noise, “Don’t you dare,” he groaned, back collapsing into Dazai’s chest.
Dazai smiled possessively at the revelation, bringing the pace back to normal and running his other hand down to Chuuya’s neck where he tangled it in his collar, locking him back in place.
“Something exciting about the fact anyone could see us?” Dazai asked in a whisper, speeding up his pace slightly.
Chuuya moaned in response, something high-pitched and god, Dazai would do anything to hear it again.
“Not embarrassed?” Dazai asked in a sultry tone, “An Executive getting taken apart up here by the enemy?”
“‘Zai,” Chuuya whined, voice thin as his back arched again.
Dazai took the opportunity to let go of the collar and put his hand against Chuuya’s mouth, “Shhh, don’t want anyone to hear us.”
He picked up the pace now, something he knew had the power to send Chuuya over the edge. Chuuya began writhing in front of him, arching and pressing his head harder against Dazai’s shoulder, his hands fumbling to grip onto Dazai’s pants again. His hands slipped a few times before they finally found purchase on the slacks, nails digging into Dazai’s outer thigh as he continued his unrelenting pace.
Chuuya breathed into his hand, hot and heavy as his breathing became more erratic, shoes slipping against the floor as he chased pleasure. Even with a hand clamped against his mouth, Chuuya was loud, that’s just how he was, in bed and out of it.
Dazai slowed his pace momentarily, “If you keep going like this, someone is going to hear us.”
Chuuya made a strangled noise at the slowed pace and nodded frantically.
“Do you want someone to hear us?” Dazai asked.
Chuuya shook his head, bucking his hips up into Dazai’s hand to try and chase the bliss he was just feeling. Dazai got the memo and understood when sight was taken from Chuuya, he seemed a little more subdued than when his voice was limited, so Dazai removed his hand from Chuuya’s mouth and covered his eyes again.
A breathless moan left Chuuya’s mouth at the change before he bit his lip, hard, embarrassed by his own reaction.
Dazai slowly worked back to the pace he was at before, pumping his hand up and down Chuuya’s dick with a newfound passion. It was hot, regardless of how guarded and private both of them were, doing something like this at twenty-two came with its own set of worries in comparison to when they were teenagers.
The thrill of it was probably why they were both so eager right now.
“You’re doing so good,” Dazai whispered in his ear, feeling his partner’s body tense as he got closer to the edge, “Yeah, just like that.”
Chuuya bit back a whimper, it settled low in his throat where only Dazai could hear it. Dazai pushed down the urge to declare how Chuuya was his, that those noises were for his ears alone, the only person alive allowed to have control over the Executive.
“Osamu-” Chuuya was breathless, whispering his name into the room like it was a lifeline he was barely holding on to.
As much as Dazai didn’t want to deal with the embarrassing and downright dangerous repercussions of being found out, the way Chuuya was saying his given name almost had the power to make Dazai tell him to be louder.
Almost, because crawling back into his partner’s office for sex was embarrassing enough, and he knew Chuuya was embarrassed for other reasons.
“Let go, Chuuya,” Dazai focused all his efforts on the head of Chuuya’s dick, thumbing the slit expertly, feeling his partner dancing on the edge of release, “I’ve got you.”
Chuuya tried to hunch forward but Dazai held him down, “Can’t- people could-”
“I’ve got you, Chuuya.” Dazai dipped into something softer around the edges, letting his voice turn gentle as the setting sun casted golden rays into the room.
“Ah-” Chuuya sucked in a breath, trying to hold on, “‘Samu.”
“Right here,” Dazai assured, leaning closer into Chuuya’s ear to whisper, “Come for me.”
Chuuya convulsed in his arms as he came, high-pitched strangled noises slipping out of his mouth as he rode through the high, body reeling in pleasure. Dazai stroked him through it, keeping his partner’s eyes covered. Eventually, Chuuya collapsed back against his chest, body shivering and chest rising and falling dramatically.
It was definitely one of the riskier things they had done.
Dazai took his hand off Chuuya’s spent dick and wiped it on his soiled pants, moving to take his hand off his eyes before Chuuya’s hand came up to stop him, open palm settling on top of Dazai’s knuckles.
“Not yet.” Chuuya whispered, his voice strung out and surprisingly gentle.
“Embarassed?” Dazai asked, relishing in the relaxed weight of his partner against him.
Chuuya breathed for a few minutes before responding, “Yeah, actually.”
Dazai pressed a kiss to his hair and pulled Chuuya’s pants back up with his free hand.
“That’s okay,” Dazai reassured him, able to understand why.
Chuuya spoke again after a few more minutes, “Fuck, my clothes are ruined.”