[ atsushi definitely isn't the person to put on a show for anyone, but something about the idea of fingering himself in front of dazai, having dazai watch him so intently, sends blood rushing through his body at dangerous speeds. the first finger quickly gets followed by a second one, and atsushi makes sure to widen the stance of his knees, arching his back nicely while he fucks himself with his fingers.
he's been fantasizing about this for such a long time, knowing that this is finally happening in real life feels surreal. ]
I want you, Dazai-san.
[ atsushi can't hold back a little whimper when his fingers curl inside him and rub at a particularly good spot. maybe the pleasure washing over him loosens his tongue a little, because he can't keep quiet anymore and even lets out a few shameless moans as he continues working himself open. ]
Please..
[ he glances over his shoulder again, just as he pulls out his fingers, making sure to scissor them to show dazai just how loose and open he is for him. ]
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he's been fantasizing about this for such a long time, knowing that this is finally happening in real life feels surreal. ]
I want you, Dazai-san.
[ atsushi can't hold back a little whimper when his fingers curl inside him and rub at a particularly good spot. maybe the pleasure washing over him loosens his tongue a little, because he can't keep quiet anymore and even lets out a few shameless moans as he continues working himself open. ]
Please..
[ he glances over his shoulder again, just as he pulls out his fingers, making sure to scissor them to show dazai just how loose and open he is for him. ]