[ Anyone else may simply appreciate how readily Chuuya warms up to those brief moments of contact, but Dazai devours the sight like a man starved for it. Chuuya isn't laid bare or scantily clad in garments suited for nighttime rendezvous for two, yet that doesn't detract from the touch. Nor does it stop how his partner holds Dazai's focus with that honest dose of affection.
The thing about it is, much as he loves every other side of the man, Chuuya's little lean into his fingers comes out of nowhere to blindside him with it's tenderness. And that's all it takes, one rare display of sweetness, for Dazai to greedily want seconds, thirds and more.
Who could blame him when Chuuya acts as if the brush of Dazai's hands holds a magnetic pull capable of drawing him in? Because wouldn't that be quite an impressive ability to have- The power of winning over something as wild as Chuuya is, taming him like a house pet, as if a vessel strong enough to house a God could ever be domesticated.
Practicality and the fact Chuuya can't so much as reach the glass steers him back into reality. At least for long enough to read between the lines and know that Chuuya won't be at his mercy enough to wind up 'eating out of his hands', so to speak. But he will be drinking from them. ]
I always knew you were shameless, but licking my fingers in public?
[ So with a knowing smirk he moves to slowly tilt the contents of Chuuya's ice-water over-top his index finger, doing so away from the table itself to prevent from accidentally dousing his partner. Dazai repeats the process with the whiskey and the antidote, respectively using his middle and ring finger for each, though carefully 'forgetting' to mention what that third cup contains. ]
My, my. Looks like this trip is finally proving itself to be worth the effort.
[ Each glass drip beads upon those digits, one after the other, until there's just enough for Chuuya to get his fill, whether it'll take only one or several drops to quench his thirst.
The final glass finds it's way back onto the table's top with a small sound as Dazai moves to settle himself back into his prior seat. This way his hands will be steadier when Chuuya takes sips from those fingertips. All of which are presented within his partner's reach.
The index finger is littered with water drops, the middle whiskey and the third the antidote. But without a word of advice he'll let Chuuya pick his poison, smothering his amusement at how this will pan out. ]
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The thing about it is, much as he loves every other side of the man, Chuuya's little lean into his fingers comes out of nowhere to blindside him with it's tenderness. And that's all it takes, one rare display of sweetness, for Dazai to greedily want seconds, thirds and more.
Who could blame him when Chuuya acts as if the brush of Dazai's hands holds a magnetic pull capable of drawing him in? Because wouldn't that be quite an impressive ability to have- The power of winning over something as wild as Chuuya is, taming him like a house pet, as if a vessel strong enough to house a God could ever be domesticated.
Practicality and the fact Chuuya can't so much as reach the glass steers him back into reality. At least for long enough to read between the lines and know that Chuuya won't be at his mercy enough to wind up 'eating out of his hands', so to speak. But he will be drinking from them. ]
I always knew you were shameless, but licking my fingers in public?
[ So with a knowing smirk he moves to slowly tilt the contents of Chuuya's ice-water over-top his index finger, doing so away from the table itself to prevent from accidentally dousing his partner. Dazai repeats the process with the whiskey and the antidote, respectively using his middle and ring finger for each, though carefully 'forgetting' to mention what that third cup contains. ]
My, my. Looks like this trip is finally proving itself to be worth the effort.
[ Each glass drip beads upon those digits, one after the other, until there's just enough for Chuuya to get his fill, whether it'll take only one or several drops to quench his thirst.
The final glass finds it's way back onto the table's top with a small sound as Dazai moves to settle himself back into his prior seat. This way his hands will be steadier when Chuuya takes sips from those fingertips. All of which are presented within his partner's reach.
The index finger is littered with water drops, the middle whiskey and the third the antidote. But without a word of advice he'll let Chuuya pick his poison, smothering his amusement at how this will pan out. ]
Bottoms up, Chuuya~.