18DAZAI POV: It's his first time with a man... And of course that man just had to be Chuuya.

Chuuya had been drinking alone tonight, enjoying one of the wines that Kouyou had recommended to him. It wasn't pristine and screamed to be cracked open rather than saved unlike his other wines. Maybe it was everything weighing on him as he tried to drown his sorrows for another night, or maybe it was some hidden desire, but when Dazai showed up and asked for it himself, he pounced at the chance.

This was humiliating. You had gotten drunk at Bar Lupin with Oda and Ango and, in your drunken haze, decided it was too cold to stay in your shipping container for the night. It was winter, after all. In this haze of a decision, you walked to Chuuya's apartment, a place you learned well as plenty of the mafia personal lived there... Just not you. Not that you actually cared, the shipping container kept you concealed. Away from the watching eyes, allowed to do whatever your heart desired. So then why...?

You groaned against the soft mattress you were on top of, eyes glancing out the window. It was a clear midnight sky, though the stars were only cowering away from the light of Yokohama city. The lamp light flickered around the room, casting a mini sun inside despite the late hour. The bed creaked under the pressure as Chuuya prepared you. Your pose could be described as a female cat in heat, sticking its butt in the air as the rest of its body goes downward. Due to the position, Chuuya couldn't see your face, which you were grateful for. This was humiliating enough as it is, especially as you began to sober up.

"You're being unusually quiet tonight, y'know that? What, is Dazai not used to this position~?" Chuuya teased with a twist of his lips, grinning as he snickered to himself as he had Dazai right under his finger, literally.