Atsushi had been used to dangerous situations for years before now thanks to his time at the orphanage. He was a light sleeper after years of abuse, and the slightest sound could wake him, but the sounds that incited in him such panic that he woke, he never expected to come across in this context. The time was 6:50am. Atsushi was still on the couch and Dazai was still on the couch. The power was still off, Atsushi only knew the time from his internal clock. Nothing had changed except their position on the couch. Dazai was hugging Atsushi closely from behind, trapping the boy between the back of the couch and his chest.
As amazing as this situation was, it was just as dangerous in the boy's eyes. He wasn't just trapped between a soft couch back and a ridiculously sexy man. He was trapped between a soft couch back he must have humped half to death in his sleep, and a sexy man who was currently having the type of dream he just woke from. Or, more accurately, the dream that woke the white-haired male wasn't his own, but Dazai's and Dazai's reactions to it. Every quiet moan in Atsushi's ear sent electricity running through his veins. Every grinding motion of Dazai's erection against his ass was a threat to Atsushi's composure. Every hot breath sent shivers down his spine, and Atsushi wouldn't normally stay, but he was completely trapped. Atsushi could feel Dazai's arms wrapped around him, one across his chest, brushing his hard nipples just right, and one firmly gripping him from his waist to his hip, ignoring a stiffer issue. If he wanted, Atsu could turn to face Dazai, but nothing else.
He wouldn't normally do this at all, but this wasn't a normal situation. His choice right now, given that he was ashamed of this and he would pay everything he could to make sure this would never stop, was between having his ass gloriously humped through Dazai's pants and his new boxers that stayed up remarkably well throughout the night, or turn over and see if they slip. A deep red blush filled his face at a particularly rough thrust snapped him out of his thoughts and, despite his best efforts, he still moaned "nngh~! D-Dazai-san~!" quietly into the cushion. He couldn't wait any longer to make a decision, so he closed his eyes, squirmed up a few slight inches, and opened his legs just enough for Dazai to thrust through them. Dazai's pants were loose enough on him for his erection to be well defined between Atsu's legs; they kept no secrets except the color of Dazai's thick length.
Atsushi gave up on holding back his moans, He knew Dazai would wake any moment, but from this position, every sound was justified. Each thrust rubbed past his thighs and against his own erection and each thrust was a pounding force against his tender rear; plus those hands were exactly where Atsu needed them now. He moaned the older man's name shamelessly as he pretended to sleep, shivering with excitement. He felt cold on the outside, the blanket had fallen to the floor so long ago, but at the same time, he felt so hot inside. He could hear Dazai grunting in his ear and he could feel Dazai speeding up. He knew Dazai was close, and he was too. Just a few more thrusts would do it for Atsu; he began to tremble.
Just a few more seconds and he would have achieved the best orgasm of his life, but Dazai's internal clock was cruel. Just a few more seconds is all he would have asked for, but even that was too much. Just a few more seconds, but it all ended too soon. At 7am exactly and not a single second more, Dazai woke up to a hot and bothered "sleeping" Atsushi, moaning his name and grinding his ass against Dazai's hardened length. Dazai smirked for just a moment before leaning down and placing a single kiss on Atsu's neck,
"At-su-shi-kun~ Wake up."
The boy froze in place, gasping at Dazai's voice. All of his visible skin almost immediately flushed a deep, dark red at that gravily morning voice and the current position the two were in. Dazai shifted slightly, Atsushi whimpered with pleasure.
"G-Good morning, D-Dazai-san," he replied, still trembling from the near orgasm. He was hypersensitive now, any movement at all would be too much for him to handle on his own.
"Are you alright?" he whispered the question into Atsushi's neck, just that simple sensation mad Atsushi gasp with pleasure; he nodded, hiding his face in the couch cushion. Dazai licked his lips, curving them back into a smirk. His expression was hidden, but it was of a predatory nature.
"Would you like some help with your," he trailed his hand from Atsu's waist to his outer thigh, "problem~?" Atsushi nodded his head frantically, moaning quietly as he slowly pushed his rear towards Dazai.
"Say it." Dazai grabbed onto Atsushi's hips, holding him still. He left no room for debate. He wasn't asking; he was demanding, and Atsushi was too desperate to refuse.
"Pl-please help me, Dazai-san," he begged while trying to squirm in Dazai's grasp. Within a second, Atsushi was on his back under Dazai, stripped down to nothing. Dazai took his time looking Atsushi over while sporting the same predatory expression as earlier; he could just eat him up. He kissed Atsu deeply to start, tracing his hands up and down the younger male's body. Testing out different pressures in different areas; Dazai's actions were methodical, like he was conducting an experiment instead of something so intimate, but it would only be like this for another few minutes until he learned how to take Atsushi apart piece by piece and put him back together again. Dazai broke the kiss, trailing kisses and gentle bites down Atsushi's jaw, focusing on his neck.
"D-Dazai-san, I-I don't ahh~! Want to make you nngh~! Late for w-work," Dazai chuckled, teasingly rubbing his cock against Atsushi's rear, finding amusement on how dark he became.
"I can't properly fuck you in less than an hour, At-su-shi-kun~" he trailed his tongue up the boy's jaw, nipping at his ear, "Are you willing to wait for my cock like until we get back?" Atsushi took a few seconds, considering it before nodding; he was willing to wait for it if Dazai was willing to give it later.
"My, my. Are you always such a rule follower? Good boy~" he kissed Atsu's cheek, "you deserve a reward." Dazai trailed kisses and bites down Atsushi's thin frame with the latter arching into each one until rough hands came to rest upon those pretty pale thighs. The brunette made eye contact with the other while between his thighs, letting out a cheerful "Itadakimasu!" and diving in.
Atsushi couldn't focus enough to hear or see anything around him for long; he only felt the sensations which filled his body with heat. His mind was blank except for Dazai and that too-talented tongue lapping at his sensitive entrance. The boy could feel his body shaking violently and Dazai's hair in his hands. He could feel Dazai's hands squeeze his thighs and Dazai's tongue slip in. Atsushi was sure he was screaming by this point. He was sure it was Dazai's name on his tongue. He was sure his orgasm began the second Dazai's tongue went down there. But this felt too good.
He was panting; his body was warm all over. His movements were involuntary by this point, like how his back was stuck in a constant arch, or how his hips rocked against Dazai's face in time with that amazing tongue. Next thing he knew, he was covered from belly to chest in his own cum, some had even landed on his cheek, and Dazai had pulled away, but was slowly rubbing a finger in circles around Atsu's twitching hole. Dazai leaned down with the boy's legs still on his shoulders, licking cum from Atsu's face,
"You taste so good~ I could eat you everyday," Atsushi moaned loudly, his body still shaking from that earth shattering orgasm. And the finger gently prodding his entrance didn't help at all. He knew there was a reason why they couldn't stay here all day and do this, but he found that he didn't particularly care in the afterglow. He closed his eyes and bucked his hips against Dazai's finger, only for the latter to pull his hand away. Atsushi whimpered loudly at the loss of contact, unable to stop himself. Dazai chuckled, his eyes full of amusement as he watched the boy,
"If you make breakfast quick enough, there'll be time for me to fingerfuck you in the shower~" Dazai offered, sitting up so the boy could move. Atsushi had never moved so quickly in his life as he grabbed an apron and zoomed to the kitchen. He was making eggs and toast; everything else would surely take too long. Dazai watched the boy for a moment, running around his kitchen, completely nude except for that thin apron; but that would have to wait for another time; dinner, perhaps if Dazai doesn't take him out to eat, that is.