[ Linneus' hand comes over him soft but secure in it's hold, like one does to soothe a creature suffering some inner turmoil that slithers out in jittery unease. The weight of that press works at a coil of tension in him, beginning to unwind the endless knots inside his chest. It's intimate, more so than the held hands and fleeting touches shared from the start of the slow-burning bond they've gingerly worked at. And something in him aches to seek it out, as if he could bury himself within the feeling and never pull away.
So his head tilts back, pressing further into the slender fingers cradling him lightly, and with that means drawing his face from the sanctuary of Linneus' shoulder. As if he needs to brace himself, Dazai gradually pulls back and without ever breaking contact. His forehead may leave a shoulder, but soon enough they rest cheek to cheek, or with his features pressed into Linneus' hair and a mouth close enough to one ear that even a command breathed into that space, harsh and gravelly-deep among the white noise of running water, is easily heard. ]
Take them off...
[ There's no practicality in their current embrace, so Dazai is forced to slowly let gravity do it's job in pulling Linneus to the tub's porcelain center. But they come apart slowly, inches slipping through fingers that still hold on tight. And all the while he leans down, refusing to break the contact where faces draw in close but eyes aren't forced to meet.
Hands can't stand to lose the contact between them, not when so much as an inch of distance tastes like loss, as if he might finally lose Linneus too atop everything else he's ever had taken from him on Nysa. It's unbearable even in thought, threatening to remind of how utterly alone he feels in the entire Universe, now that everything else has been burned to ashes.
So he holds on. This time it's Linneus' free hand, covered solidly by the larger shape of his own, as it's guided to settle atop a clothed chest drenched in bathwater, laden down and heavy with more than just the layers worn atop skin. For as much clothing as he still has on, Dazai isn't wearing any facades tonight. ]
Undress me.
[ There's no coldness there, nothing cruel or unkind, but the order touches upon a side of Dazai that Linneus hasn't yet seen. More darkness than the light he's constantly aimed his companion's way, and the barest hint to an edge of something commanding. ]
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So his head tilts back, pressing further into the slender fingers cradling him lightly, and with that means drawing his face from the sanctuary of Linneus' shoulder. As if he needs to brace himself, Dazai gradually pulls back and without ever breaking contact. His forehead may leave a shoulder, but soon enough they rest cheek to cheek, or with his features pressed into Linneus' hair and a mouth close enough to one ear that even a command breathed into that space, harsh and gravelly-deep among the white noise of running water, is easily heard. ]
Take them off...
[ There's no practicality in their current embrace, so Dazai is forced to slowly let gravity do it's job in pulling Linneus to the tub's porcelain center. But they come apart slowly, inches slipping through fingers that still hold on tight. And all the while he leans down, refusing to break the contact where faces draw in close but eyes aren't forced to meet.
Hands can't stand to lose the contact between them, not when so much as an inch of distance tastes like loss, as if he might finally lose Linneus too atop everything else he's ever had taken from him on Nysa. It's unbearable even in thought, threatening to remind of how utterly alone he feels in the entire Universe, now that everything else has been burned to ashes.
So he holds on. This time it's Linneus' free hand, covered solidly by the larger shape of his own, as it's guided to settle atop a clothed chest drenched in bathwater, laden down and heavy with more than just the layers worn atop skin. For as much clothing as he still has on, Dazai isn't wearing any facades tonight. ]
Undress me.
[ There's no coldness there, nothing cruel or unkind, but the order touches upon a side of Dazai that Linneus hasn't yet seen. More darkness than the light he's constantly aimed his companion's way, and the barest hint to an edge of something commanding. ]