Happy Monday - in this chapter Dazai gets a mouthful and drama starts happening. Enjoy!
Atsushi's eyes flutter open in the early morning sunlight and he's elated to find Dazai lying next to him, pressed up against the wall and his arm slung around Atsushi's waist. He's amazed that he didn't notice before as they're squashed together in Atsushi's single bed, completely wrapped together to accommodate. Neither of them bothered with clothes last night and Atsushi stops to stare at the sun shining off Dazai's skin through the cheep curtains that came with the room. Oh my god he looks stunning!
Atsushi props himself up on his elbow and watches Dazai for a moment, taking in every gorgeous inch. The way his eyelashes flutter ever so slightly as if he's going to wake up at any given second, the way his breath ghosts past his lips in short huffs, and the delicate rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. He looks almost angelic and Atsushi can't help but smile as he looks at him. He wants to brush his fringe from his eyes but at the same time he doesn't want to disturb him by touching him and shattering the illusion.
"Stop staring at me," Dazai says without opening his eyes, his lips curling up into a grin.
Atsushi jumps, startled at being caught out. "Sorry," he mumbles, looking away and blushing profusely.
Dazai chuckles. He takes hold of Atsushi's chin and turns his face so that he can kiss him. "Morning."
"Morning," Atsushi smiles. "Sleep well?"
"Mmm very," Dazai says nuzzling into the crook of Atsushi's neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin and pulling him close. "I get to wake up in the same bed as you, how could I not be happy?"
"Same," Atsushi smiles, pulling Dazai's face up so that he can kiss him again. "Can we just stay like this forever?"
"Please," Dazai says. "What's the time?"
Atsushi turns so that he can look at his phone. "Half past seven," he replies.
"Then I'm going to have to go at some point," Dazai sighs reluctantly.
"No," Atsushi whines and pulls him close.
Dazai laughs. "I have to," he says. "I've got to open up the shop."
"Fine," Atsushi pouts.
Dazai pokes the tip of Atsushi's nose with his finger. "Look at you, you're so cute."
"Shall I make us some breakfast then?" Atsushi asks even though he clings to Dazai tighter. It's cold out of the duvet and he doesn't want to let go of Dazai.
"A student who can cook, I've hit the jackpot," Dazai grins.
"Don't get too excited," Atsushi laughs, "I don't actually know if there's any food in the house."
"We can stay here a little longer and then go find out," Dazai suggests.
"Okay," Atsushi says snuggling up to him again. He really could get used to this – waking up next to Dazai and getting to kiss him whenever he wants. "Are you comfortable?" he asks after a pause. "I know the bed is kinda cramped when there's more than one person in it."
"How often do you have more than one person in here?" Dazai asks.
"Depends if Kenji wants to come in with me when he's drunk or not," Atsushi laughs. "Other than that not very often."
"Well how about this then," Dazai says.
"What?"
Dazai doesn't answer save to begin pressing kisses down Atsushi's chest, straddling his hips. His lips move down and he pulls the duvet over his head so Atsushi doesn't get cold. Atsushi clutches the pillow. Pressing it against his mouth so that he doesn't cry out when Dazai's teeth graze his nipple.
"Oh god Dazai!" he whispers.
The kisses keep moving downwards until Dazai's lips reach Atsushi's half hard cock. Dazai's tongue snakes out to lick a long strip up his cock from base to tip. The sensation is so good that Atsushi's hips buck up on instinct. He slaps his hand to his mouth just in time to muffle a moan. He's not sure if Kenji can home last night and if he did Atsushi really doesn't want to alert him to the fact that he bought someone home as Kenji will know exactly who it is in Atsushi's bed with him.
"Dazai!" he groans through his fingers as Dazai takes him right to the back of his throat, swallowing around the head.
The sensation is all too much for Atsushi, with one hand slapped over his mouth and the other griping the pillow he tries to keep himself still. If he starts thrusting up into the delicious heat of Dazai's mouth then he won't stop. His entire body begins to tremble as he feels Dazai's fingertips ghosting up the inside of his thigh and when blunt nails drag over the bottom of his backside he loses it.
He throws his face into the pillow beneath him as he reaches his peak and cums. He just about feels Dazai swallowing everything he gives him as he quakes beneath his tongue. Dazai continues to work him to make sure that he rides out his orgasm until Atsushi finally collapses, a boneless mess on the mattress, panting heavily.
Dazai crawls out from under the covers to press a heated kiss to Atsushi's lips. Atsushi can taste himself on Dazai's tongue and he moans into his mouth, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him close. He desperately needs to catch his breath but he doesn't care; the feeling of Dazai's lips on his and his body pressed right up against him is too good to let go.
"Wow!" he gasps when they do finally part for breath.
"Enjoy yourself?" Dazai asks with a slick grin.
"Holy shit yes!"
Dazai kisses him again. "Those sounds you make will definitely get me through a boring day at work."
"What?" Atsushi's face turns scarlet.
"You trying to stifle those cute little moans sounds so good," Dazai says pressing a kiss to the shell of Atsushi's ear.
"Holy shit..." Atsushi feels as if his face is on fire and he wants to hide so that Dazai can't see him but the press of lips against his cheek is insistent.
"You're so cute, I wish I could stay here with you all day," Dazai says.
"But work?"
"Unfortunately."
"And I probably should go to class," Atsushi pouts.
"If Kunikida is your teacher and he finds out that I'm the reason you didn't go to class he would have me strung up," Dazai laughs, brushing Atsushi's fringe out of his eyes.
"And me as well," Atsushi sighs. "I could call you when you're on your lunch break though?"
"That would be nice," Dazai smiles, leaning down to kiss Atsushi again.
"So how about breakfast?" Atsushi asks when they pull away from each other's lips again.
"Breakfast would be amazing."
Saying goodbye to Dazai as he leaves for work is hard as neither of them really wants to part. There are lots more kisses at the front door and Atsushi promises again to call at lunch. Atsushi watches him go, the daftest smile on his face, as he is told when he turns around and sees Kenji standing behind him. There is the appropriate amount of teasing before Kenji drags Atsushi to the library to work.
"Ah I can't believe the lift is broken!" Kenji moans as they leave a few hours later.
"At least we're going downstairs now," Atsushi laughs.
"Urgh I'd forgotten how awful coming up was, thanks for reminding me," Kenji says.
"You could stand to take the stairs more," Kyoka tells him.
"Yeah," Yosano agrees, poking Kenji in the side, "you are getting a bit squidgy round the middle."
"Wow rude," Kenji says.
Atsushi pays them no mind as they continue to argue behind him and pulls his phone out of his pocket. A smile immediately lights up his face and his heart flips slightly as he sees a text from Dazai.
[11:43am] FROM DAZAI 3: Hey beautiful, hope you're having a good day. Can't wait to see you again xx
He's about to text back when he loses his footing and slips on the stairs. He manages to catch himself so that he doesn't hurt himself but his phone slips out of his grip, falls through a gap in the bannister and falls five flights of stairs down to shatter on the floor at the bottom.
"No!"
"Atsushi are you okay?" Kenji asks, helping him to his feet.
"My phone," he groans, staring down the stairwell to see the shattered remains of it on the floor.
"It might not be as bad as it looks," Kyoka offers, staring down with him but she doesn't sound overly convinced.
"It looks pretty bad," Yosano says. She takes hold of Atsushi's arm and leads him down the stairs. "Come on, there's no point staring at it, we might as well go down and look."
"Okay..." Atsushi mumbles.
"It's alright," Kenji tells him, "it's fixable and you have insurance right, so it's not the end of the world."
"I haven't been able to call Dazai yet," Atsushi says.
"Oh..." Yosano says. "That's unfortunate."
"Do you know his number?" Kyoka asks.
"No," Atushsi replies.
"Who remembers phone numbers these days?" Yosano asks as they reach the bottom of the stairs.
"He's going to think I'm bailing on him," Atsushi moans as he inspects the damage. His phone is in pieces now, not that it wasn't without scratches before but there is no way for him to fix it as it is. All he can do is stare in horror at the shattered remains and bemoan the fact that he hasn't already contacted Dazai.
"Maybe go and see him?" Kyoka offers.
"Yeah," Kenji agrees. "If you actually go and see him and explain then he won't think you've run off."
"Yeah..." Atsushi says thinking it through. "Yeah, if I go and see him and explain everything I–"
"Nakajima!" Kunikida's sharp voice rings out in the stairwell.
Atsushi closes his eyes and sighs. "Oh no!" he mutters. He turns to see Kunikida standing there, usual glare on his face, and his heart sinks even further.
"If you have time to play around in the stairwell then you have time to explain this abysmal Of Mice And Men essay," Kunikida says.
"But I..." Atsushi begins but he doesn't really know what to say so he trails off.
"Have something better to do, do you?" Kunikida asks, raising an eyebrow at him.
Atsushi sighs, dejected. "No..." he mumbles.
"Then come with me," Kunikida says.
Atsushi sighs again, picks up the shattered remains of his phone and follows Kunikida. Hopefully this won't take long and he can get to the book store before it closes.