balancing out yesterday's pain with pure fluff today xD skk Valentine's week day 6: cuddles @bsdfanweek
“Chuuya,” Dazai says with sleep still in his voice. “Chuuya,” he repeats, poking the smaller man’s cheek.
An incomprehensible mutter comes from him. Dazai feels it pressed into his chest more than he hears it. A hand halfheartedly swats at Dazai's.
“Chuuya, love, we have to get up.”
“Love my ass,” the voice says, still muffled by Dazai's chest.
Dazai is suddenly much more awake as a laugh wrangles its way out of his lungs. “Is Chuuya doubting my love?”
“Love is letting someone sleep. Asshole.”
“Love is getting up because your partner has an important event to attend and needs his eye candy on his arm.”
A hand reaches up and pushes at Dazai's face. “Love is dead. Go alone.”
Dazai licks Chuuya's palm, catching a finger between his teeth when Chuuya tries to pull away. “What about lust?” Dazai asks around said finger.
“Who the hell would lust for you?”
“My, my,” Dazai says. He pulls Chuuya's hand away to intertwine their fingers. “Someone's grumpy this morning.”
Chuuya scoffs but still makes no indication of moving his head from Dazai's chest. “I wonder why.”
“Oh? Did someone not sleep enough last night? I mean, I know that I made you—”
Finally, Chuuya pulls back, just enough to glare at Dazai. “I'll fucking kill you.”
But it's all softened by the way Chuuya's hair is tousled, the way there are imprints on his cheek and forehead, the way sleep clings to the corners of his eyes and voice. Affection floods Dazai's veins in a way he didn't think possible until a year ago.
“Mmm, that's not what you were saying last night, love.”
“Are you sure I wasn't having a stroke?”
“Yes, but I might have drugged you.”
“Ah,” Chuuya says, snuggling back into Dazai, face pressed in the crook of his neck and placing a kiss there. “That makes sense.”
Dazai squeezes him tight and presses his face into Chuuya's hair. “I'm going to devour you.”
Never one for listening, Dazai pulls back, but only so he can dive in and pepper Chuuya with kisses. On his head. On his cheeks. His nose, his neck, his hands.”
An honest to god giggle passes through Chuuya's lips and Dazai makes a decision. The Agency is expecting him soon for some event (he hadn't listened to the details). But he knows he should show up and put on the best smile for whatever people are going to be saying.
But Dazai also knows that some things, like the warmth of a sun soaked bed with Chuuya, are much more important.
