[ oh god, dazai really wants him to.. atsushi isn't sure whether he's mortified or incredibly turn on the moment he connects the dots. maybe a little bit of both? either way, he bites his lower lip in thought and looks down for a moment, clearly struggling with the wave of embarrassment that rushes through him. ]
If you want me to..
[ his cock actually drips with arousal when he turns around to get on all fours. displaying himself like this in front of dazai is embarrassing and shameful, but it's also like something straight out of atsushi's wet dreams.
his hands tremble when he slicks up two of his fingers, trying to keep his eyes trained on the task at hand without daring to look at dazai. once he feels like it's enough, he slowly reaches behind himself, automatically widening the stance of his legs to allow for better access.
knowing that dazai is watching him makes him pause for a moment, but then his slicked up fingers brush over his hole and atsushi forgets about it for a moment. his back arches when he presses in the first finger, and he casts a shy glance over his shoulder towards dazai as he works himself open for him. ]
no subject
If you want me to..
[ his cock actually drips with arousal when he turns around to get on all fours. displaying himself like this in front of dazai is embarrassing and shameful, but it's also like something straight out of atsushi's wet dreams.
his hands tremble when he slicks up two of his fingers, trying to keep his eyes trained on the task at hand without daring to look at dazai. once he feels like it's enough, he slowly reaches behind himself, automatically widening the stance of his legs to allow for better access.
knowing that dazai is watching him makes him pause for a moment, but then his slicked up fingers brush over his hole and atsushi forgets about it for a moment. his back arches when he presses in the first finger, and he casts a shy glance over his shoulder towards dazai as he works himself open for him. ]
Do you like it, Dazai-san..?