Chuuya leans over Dazai's naked body on his desk and takes a sharp movement forward with his hips. Dazai's thighs that wrap around Chuuya's waist tremble. It's not a very wise decision to lay Dazai here, because now all the documents are crumpled, but the alcohol in Chuuya's blood is now clearly stronger than his common sense. Chuuya keeps moving, wanting to subdue Dazai