[ Dazai isn't a man who often finds himself second-guessing the schemes which he's carefully set into play. But the sight of Chuuya's soft lips parted wide and eager, drawing in that enormous drop, begin to brew a growing reluctance over restoring the other man's height. If his interests lean towards the sake of amusement, then he's already getting it in ample supply. So why rush towards a quick resolution when he's having the time of his life? It's better to sit back and savor the sight of Chuuya getting drunk off licking at his fingers as if Dazai himself is intoxicating. ]
Never, ever. [ He smirks. ] And I'm only stating the obvious.
[ At any size Chuuya is a sight to behold when the heat of anger drains from his red-hot temper and all the posturing bravado is laid to rest. In those quiet moments Dazai can almost believe that Chuuya wants to obey him, following all the silly rules to whatever ridiculous game that Dazai has turned their situation into. But with Chuuya so vulnerable and all the more fragile because of his pixiefied state- Dazai finds himself compelled to reach out between the distance and touch him more than ever.
His index finger rises as the bead of water falls, dribbling itself down a tiny chin. Infinitesimal as it is, he catches the pearl of liquid while at the same time stroking Chuuya's face, all before his partner moves on to sip at the next droplet. ]
That good, huh? Well, then... [ No consideration is necessary. ] Maybe I should try it too.
[ Dazai drinks in the sight of Chuuya as his body is wracked with a near illicit shudder over nothing more than a sip of liquor. True, it's a powerful concentration in his miniaturized state. But Dazai feels almost envious that it's a drink that leaves such a lasting impact, when his hands have yet to do the same tonight. That spark of jealousy is enough for him to envision all the other ways he might garner the same response before this trip is over.
His own carnal notions aside, such an intense reaction solidifies in his mind that of all his ideas, the drinking part of this ploy wasn't such a bad decision at all. So why not join his partner in the fun?
Dazai's freehand moves to select the whiskey glass once more, but in place of simply swallowing the liquor down in one tasteless gulp, he lets it pool at the rim. His sip is slow and lingering, in tune with a gaze that does the same as it studies Chuuya's little pink tongue in fascination. He doesn't miss a moment as it flicks kittenishly over-top Dazai's skin, nor can he resist how the tickling laps send shivers of pleasure down to the base of his spine and stoke a rising flame within his core. ]
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Never, ever. [ He smirks. ] And I'm only stating the obvious.
[ At any size Chuuya is a sight to behold when the heat of anger drains from his red-hot temper and all the posturing bravado is laid to rest. In those quiet moments Dazai can almost believe that Chuuya wants to obey him, following all the silly rules to whatever ridiculous game that Dazai has turned their situation into. But with Chuuya so vulnerable and all the more fragile because of his pixiefied state- Dazai finds himself compelled to reach out between the distance and touch him more than ever.
His index finger rises as the bead of water falls, dribbling itself down a tiny chin. Infinitesimal as it is, he catches the pearl of liquid while at the same time stroking Chuuya's face, all before his partner moves on to sip at the next droplet. ]
That good, huh? Well, then... [ No consideration is necessary. ] Maybe I should try it too.
[ Dazai drinks in the sight of Chuuya as his body is wracked with a near illicit shudder over nothing more than a sip of liquor. True, it's a powerful concentration in his miniaturized state. But Dazai feels almost envious that it's a drink that leaves such a lasting impact, when his hands have yet to do the same tonight. That spark of jealousy is enough for him to envision all the other ways he might garner the same response before this trip is over.
His own carnal notions aside, such an intense reaction solidifies in his mind that of all his ideas, the drinking part of this ploy wasn't such a bad decision at all. So why not join his partner in the fun?
Dazai's freehand moves to select the whiskey glass once more, but in place of simply swallowing the liquor down in one tasteless gulp, he lets it pool at the rim. His sip is slow and lingering, in tune with a gaze that does the same as it studies Chuuya's little pink tongue in fascination. He doesn't miss a moment as it flicks kittenishly over-top Dazai's skin, nor can he resist how the tickling laps send shivers of pleasure down to the base of his spine and stoke a rising flame within his core. ]
Think you can handle any more than that, chibi?