How long has it been now? The stars have begun to show in the sky, city lights are blinking off to sleep in the distance, so about two, maybe three hours at this point. Or however long it takes for Chuuya to be dripping with sweat, a random man's cock knee deep in him while he rolls in Dazai's lap, eyes clenching shut and hands scraping at the loose, stained edge of Dazai's pants.
Chuuya teeth grind together in his mouth. His hands ball into sweaty fists that pound against Dazai's legs when twisting his hips isn't giving him enough leverage. "Too much, t-take it out. Take it out!" If the nails scraping down his pant legs weren't enough of a push, then Chuuya's desperate sobs as the man speeds up, lifting his hips and ramming himself down inside, is more then enough.
"Fuck him harder, I want to see him break."