"Come on now, it isn't as if he doesn't like it and I got this cute redheaded gift special for you; fuck his mouth open." The man speeds up and Chuuya gags around it, over and over, his throat shifts in a flowing rhythm, swelling as the man thrusts in. White bubbles form around his mouth, drips and smears against his swollen lips and down his chin. His hands grab the man's thighs, he chokes out a series of moans. Tears stream from his lowering lashes and his cheeks and ears go from his even tanned cream skin to tinted pink.
The man pulls out with long strings of saliva and spit streaming from his cock and linking to Chuuya's mouth. Chuuya tucks his hands between his legs and laps at the man's head before taking the entire thing into his mouth. Crystal blue eyes pan up, open wide for him to see them roll back in his head with a rumbling moan. He pulls away, uses one hand and his own tongue to gather up the slip into his mouth with a purr. That's obnoxious, if he behaved this way while Dazai was in the mafia, this wouldn't be happening because he would've never left.
"Good gift, am I right?" He kisses the side of Chuuya's wet mouth, wishing he was the one inside it right now. Another thick man presses himself flush against Chuuya's mouth - the redhead sighs in bliss.
"Go ahead, take it in. All the way." One hand on his chin, the other in his hair to open his mouth, nice and wide. Not that Chuuya's fighting, he's beyond fighting now, now he's nude in the center of the room with a leaking cock and not enough sense of mind to open his mouth proper. That drug is damn effective, if it weren't for the fact that he'd done far, far worse before he even met Chuuya, he might look as pathetic as he does right now.
Chuuya, however, probably hasn't taken all that many drugs given how that might impact his alcoholic tendencies - meaning he's in for a helluva ride.
The man smacks his dick against Chuuya's cheek and wow, Chuuya is beautiful like this, hair sweat and matted to his face, eyes hardly visible as they roll back in his head. Dazai draws a line from the center of his lower stomach, to up his chest past his nipples and beneath his neck, where spit and cum gathers and drizzles downward. "You're so incredible like this, I can hardly control myself." Nibbling at his ear, nose tickled by baby strands of orange-red hair, Dazai could stay here all night watching Chuuya whore about.