Chuuya pulls the man into a kiss, hooking two fingers on his collar. Dazai immediately reciprocates, wrapping one arm around Chuuya and resting the other on his thigh as he holds him close.

In the process, Chuuya finds himself moving until he's seated up on Dazai's lap. Gasping for air, he pulls away, smirking. Dazai smirks back.

"You taste so sweet~"

"Oh, if you thought that was good..."

He crosses his legs around Dazai's waist and administers pressure upon him. And if that wasn't enough, he then leans forward and begins kissing the man's bandaged neck.

Flooded with sensations, the brunette wraps his arms around his lover and digs his nails into the fabric of his shirt. He lets a beckoning sound spill from his lips.

He feels Chuuya's mouth curve into a smile from Dazai's embarrassing sound. He pulls back and looks him in the eye.

"Ah, that delicious, hm?"

He taunts.

Dazai would pout if he weren't too busy blushing.

"Y-yeah. It's really good."

"Good. You deserve your sugar after giving me such good business."

Chuuya leans in and kisses Dazai hard on the lips as he tenderly grinds himself against him, causing another noise to come from Dazai.

Chuuya never wanted those noises to stop. They were music to his ears.

He gently bites and tugs at Dazai's lower lip as he cups his face with both hands.

"Ngh, Chuuya...sh-shouldn't we migrate to bed?"

"Do you want me to stop so we can move?"

Dazai kisses the redhead back and pulls him closer.

"Dear God no."

~

A chaste kiss is bestowed upon Dazai's lips. He hums happily.

"I love you, Chuuya."

Chuuya smiles at him. "I love you, too."

"You feel so good. I never want you to take your hands off me now."

Chuuya frowns. "Come on, Dazai."

Dazai chuckles. "You're so pretty."

He plays with Chuuya's hair and pulls the way too big shirt up his shoulder. The way it was falling off of the small man, would get Dazai in the mood again.

"Thank you for the sugar, mon petit barista. It was exquisite."

Chuuya kisses him again. "It was my pleasure, Osamu."

"Can...we go to bed now? I'm really tired."

"Me too."

Neither move an inch. Chuuya still on Dazai's lap, cupping his face, Dazai still with his arms slung around Chuuya's middle.

"Um...on second thought...can we just sleep right here?"

Chuuya laughs. "Sure."

And they doze off, just like that. Dazai waking up in the morning to Chuuya leaning against his chest peacefully was probably the happiest and warmest he had ever felt in his life.