Hugging the pillow to his chest, Dazai looks up at the redhead looming above him.

"Hm hm."

It was warm.

The brunette stares deeply into his lover's piercing azure eyes, reminiscent of the sky on a perfect summer day. Except for this evening, they remind him of a stormy sky.

"Still mad, huh?"

"Furious."

Dazai lifts and arm and tucks a tendril of fiery hair behind Chuuya's ear, letting out a chuckle.

"I must say, you are oozing with fury, mon petit barista."

"Shut up."

Upon entering the coffee shop that afternoon, Dazai had been an especial pain in the ass. Instead of usually flirting with Chuuya, he caused a ruckus, and ended up breaking a mug.

So Chuuya was not pleased with him at all.

"If you're so mad at me, why are you here, in my bed, with me?"

So says Dazai, fully knowing the answer beforehand.

But he wants to hear it from the redhead anyway.

"Because our makeout sessions are always better when I'm angry."

At that, despite expecting those exact words, Dazai laughs. A laugh Chuuya had heard a thousand times. A laugh he never tired of. A laugh that made his heart flutter and pound against his ribcage.

God, he loves him.

Chuuya releases the tension in his arms, collapsing on top of the taller man, pressing their lips together chastely. Dazai's arms let go of the pillow he was holding and wrap around the shorter man, one hand weaving through his hair, the other slipping under his shirt, which warrants a violent shiver and whine from the off-duty barista.

"Fufu, you're so cute~"

Dazai cooes against his lover's lips. He savored every little shiver, every noise, every movement Chuuya let out. Each one was a new piece added to his heart.

"Would Chuuya be so kind as to do that for me again?"

Without giving him reaction time, Dazai pulls away from Chuuya, moving his lips to his ear and gently closing around the tip.

Chuuya has sensitive ears; typically to sounds, such as when Dazai leans in an purrs lovingly in it as they hold each other close.

But they are also sensitive to the touch.

Which Dazai also adores taking advantage of.

Upon feeling this sensation, a ripple of another shudder spreads through the redhead, and he lets it free, biting his lip to choke back a groan at feeling Dazai's lips against his ear.

"Oh, Chuuya~"

Dazai pulls back and looks into the redhead's eyes, fogged by embarrassment. His cheeks were, as well.

Damn, Dazai thinks, Chuuya has no right to be so cute.

"Hm hm, you're right, Chuuya."

Dazai tilts his chin up and plants another short kiss on the man's lips. Each progressive kiss tasted sweeter and sweeter.

"Our makeout sessions most certainly are better when you're angry~"