So many mornings, Dazai woke up confused. In his dreams, he does anything he wants to you. His emotions are naked, taking him out of his mind. Right now he’s shameless. Screaming his lungs out for you. Not afraid to face it, he needs you more than he wants to. Show him you’re shameless. Write it on his neck, why don’t you? He won’t erase it. Now that you have him, do you want him still? His kisses are history, they go back a long time. And he’s tired of loving somebody that’s not his. Every touch, every caress, every time he felt your body heat against his. So many nights he spent thinking about you, wanting you, needing you. And now he finally had you, here in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands holding you so delicately as if he would break you.

“Chuuya..” He whispers, his lips brushing against your neck. His breath fanning against the skin, while his fingertips traced your arm.