Atsushi pouted as Dazai the deep sleeper hugged him close. He was fond of all the affection, but he wasn't a teddy bear and he didn't want to be treated like one anymore. His heat was over, and after a little less than a week of the brunette almost constantly inside of him, he wanted some space. Even right now as he slept, Dazai was inside of him, and while the tiger had been begging for it, Atsushi would have pushed him off the couch if they weren't connected in the way they were.
The older man was nearly smothering Atsushi with how he held his head so close to his chest, and he didn't have a lot of room to move around either. He tried pushing against Dazai again, not that that had worked the first dozen times. He tried to squirm, but he was being held so tightly all he could do was impale himself further on the brunette, and Dazai's dick wasn't nearly as fun when it was soft.
"Dazai, wake up," he mumbled into the older male's skin, clearly annoyed. The mummy moaned softly into his hair; Atsushi could feel him getting hard inside of him.
"That's it." He growled, kicking Dazai hard in the leg; he woke with a start, yelping into locks of white. Unfortunately, his first instinct was hold Atsushi closer.
"Oww," he complained, "why did you do that?" The whitehaired male pushed frantically against his chest; he couldn't breathe anymore. Dazai loosened his grip on Atsushi, rolling his eyes as the boy dramatically gasped for air.
"Are you still in heat?" He shook his head,
"No-" the boy looked conflicted now that he was actually talking to Dazai, instead of a human weighted blanket. The brunette seemed to sense his emotions, pulling out of him slowly and gently,
"I'm going to go draw a bath for you," he said quietly, placing a kiss on top of his head before getting up. Atsushi sighed with relief as he could finally stretch with touching someone else's skin. He sat up, feeling the soreness set in all over him. From what he could see, he didn't have any bruises remaining- probably because of the tiger- but he still felt the pain. He tried to stand, but his legs buckled under him; he would have complained if he didn't specifically ask for it. Hell, he might still complain for the hell of it. He wanted to slap the smug expression off of Dazai's face when he saw Atsushi in the floor, and a second time after that for the amount of cum dripping out of his ass as he stayed on the floor.
The brunette picked him up bridal style, kissing him on the cheek before bringing him to the bath. The entire time Dazai held him, he whined; he didn't want to touch him that much and he didn't know why he was so bothered by it right now. Dazai slid him into the hot water gently,
"It's a natural tiger mating behavior to want to keep their "mate" out of their territory after the heat has ended. I thought this might happen, given that you displayed all the other signs of a heat beforehand. It's okay; what do you want for breakfast?" Atsushi could not have looked more annoyed,
"Space." He growled, not bothering to hold back his emotions. Dazai put his hands up in his defense, backing away,
"I'll leave something for you on the stove then head to work. In the meantime, this is still my dorm and if this is going to be a thing, you do have your own dor-" He shut up pretty quickly when Atsushi made eye contact, daring him to finish that sentence,
"Or you can keep this dorm entirely and I'll move into your-" Atsushi growled, letting him know that wasn't an option either,
"One of the dorms on the bottom floor-" and that's when he started throwing things from the bathtub. Dazai shut the bathroom door just in time to avoid getting nailed in the head with a bottle of shampoo,
"Okay! Okay! I'll sleep at the Agency for a little while!" Atsushi heard the brunette rushing around to pack a bag and make breakfast. He knew what it was now so he gave him five minutes before unleashing his fury. Dazai poked his head in,
"I just need to get some stuff from in here and I'll be gone," Atsushi growled as Dazai came into the bathroom, quickly grabbing some sanitary products from the shower then some stuff from the medicine cabinet. He tried not to hurt the brunette. He was at least wearing clothes this time, but he was still trying his patience,
"One more thing, Atsushi-kun~ I love you-" Dazai was knocked to the floor and winded with the force of the bar of soap that hit him square in the chest. The brunette couldn't even catch his breath before a foot scrubber was hurled at him. More and more objects were being thrown as Dazai scrambled out of there. The older man started running and didn't stop until he was across the street from the dorm building. Atsushi could finally relax now that his boyfriend was farther away from him, but Dazai was still within several miles of him so he was on thin fucking ice. The tiger sank into the bath with a purr, not bothering to actually clean off yet. He had plenty of time for that later.