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[ god, why does dazai have to torture him like that? not moving and staying still feels like torture, and atsushi almost sobs in impatience when he grinds his ass back against him once more. he wants it so bad.. the feeling of dazai gripping him by the hips and pounding into him like crazy until atsushi can't do anything but moan his name.. just thinking about it makes him clench tightly around dazai's cock buried deep inside his ass. ]

Ah.. P-please..

[ that's what he wanted to hear, right? hopefully. otherwise he might lose his mind with how turned on he is right now. ]

Please fuck me, Dazai-san..