“Ngh..Dazai..”

Chuuya climbed onto Dazai’s lap, the smell of alcohol in the air. He and Dazai had both been drinking and were both rather tipsy.

Chuuya straddled Dazai’s lap and just buried his face into his neck and was panting a bit as he nuzzled close, like he couldn’t get close enough to the other. His face was very red as he held on tight to Dazai, wrapping his arms around him with a vise like grip and he desperately searched for some skin to skin contact of some kind.