Dazai and Chuuya were both missing on work, so naturally.. the armed detective agency needed to go find dazai.

in an alley, there was Dazai and Chuuya leaning against the wall in the dark corner. Hair messy, Chuuya’s hat discarded and dazai’s back against the wall. His knees bent slightly as Chuuya’s hand held him down. Their lips colliding with each others, only breaking apart to gasp for air every couple minutes before diving right back in.

the mafia executive had his knee between the detective’s legs, firmly holding him In place and slightly grinding against his clad groin to tease with him.

-DAZAI POV-