[ the way dazai says his name, in that particular sing-song voice, has atsushi shudder. in a positive way, that is. he almost feels weird for liking it so much, for being so easily pleased by whatever dazai does to him. ]
Really?
[ is it really alright for him to touch and undress dazai? surely he'd prefer it to be some beautiful woman.. but he said that atsushi is beautiful too, now that he thinks about it. just remembering it has atsushi bite his lower lip. he wants dazai to compliment him more..
maybe he'll do it if atsushi undresses him. still, he's a bit nervous about it as he slides his hand down dazai's bandage covered torso, towards his pants. he pauses for a moment, hand lingering on the buckle of dazai's belt, and his eyes flick upwards, silently asking for permission. ]
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Really?
[ is it really alright for him to touch and undress dazai? surely he'd prefer it to be some beautiful woman.. but he said that atsushi is beautiful too, now that he thinks about it. just remembering it has atsushi bite his lower lip. he wants dazai to compliment him more..
maybe he'll do it if atsushi undresses him. still, he's a bit nervous about it as he slides his hand down dazai's bandage covered torso, towards his pants. he pauses for a moment, hand lingering on the buckle of dazai's belt, and his eyes flick upwards, silently asking for permission. ]