[Were this Dazai, Chuuya would already be carving into his skin, but Reign is someone that Chuuya can clearly see desires pain for an entirely different reason, and he’s going to try his best to take this slow. He kneels in front of Reign, and with a steady hand gently drags the blade from the dip of Reign’s collarbone to his sternum, all the way down to his stomach, stopping right above his pants.]
I’ll help you forget for a while.
[Chuuya cups Reign’s cheek with a gloved hand as the other very carefully traces Reign’s nipple with the point of the knife. He doesn’t know if it’ll be welcome, but Chuuya leans in to capture Reign’s lips in a soft kiss anyway, a stark contrast to the threat of cold steel against Reign’s flesh.]
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[Were this Dazai, Chuuya would already be carving into his skin, but Reign is someone that Chuuya can clearly see desires pain for an entirely different reason, and he’s going to try his best to take this slow. He kneels in front of Reign, and with a steady hand gently drags the blade from the dip of Reign’s collarbone to his sternum, all the way down to his stomach, stopping right above his pants.]
I’ll help you forget for a while.
[Chuuya cups Reign’s cheek with a gloved hand as the other very carefully traces Reign’s nipple with the point of the knife. He doesn’t know if it’ll be welcome, but Chuuya leans in to capture Reign’s lips in a soft kiss anyway, a stark contrast to the threat of cold steel against Reign’s flesh.]