[ it's way too hot, watching dazai thrust up into his hand while moaning so shamelessly. this is the kind of image atsushi used to fantasize about, especially during the time after he became part of the agency. dazai used to be the only thing on his mind for months. here he had actually thought that his crush had died down.. heck, he has even denied to have one in the first place when dazai asked him. ]

I love it.

[ he blurts that out faster than intended, and he looks down in embarrassment. his hand never stops moving, stroking dazai's cock from base to tip, and he twists his wrist slightly whenever he reaches to head of his erection, as if to squeeze every last drop of precum out of him. ]

O-only my fingers.. I used to- ah!

[ atsushi can't help the surprised little moan that escapes him when dazai reaches down between his legs and begins stroking him through his pants. he's not sure what he likes more - getting praised or having dazai touch him. without wasting another thought, atsushi quickly moves to undo his pants, then kicks them off hastily before climbing back into dazai's lap. this time he makes sure that he sits a little higher. when he leans in to give dazai a kiss, their cocks press together, the sensation dragging a low moan from atsushi's throat. ]

I used to fantasize about this.. About you and me. And you touching me and.. pushing me down and having your way with me.

[ atsushi always told himself that he would never let dazai know about those things, but here he is, confessing all his dirty secrets to him. ]