Dazai shoved Chuuya against the wall the second the door slammed shut. "Strip, hat rack. Now."
Chuuya snarled but his hands were already yanking at his shirt. "Fuck you, bandage waste. You think you can order me around after that shit show?"
Dazai's mouth crashed into his, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in. He tasted like blood and whiskey. Chuuya bit back hard enough to draw blood, then moaned when Dazai's knee shoved between his legs and ground against his cock.
"Shut up and get naked," Dazai growled, yanking Chuuya's pants down. Chuuya's dick sprang free, already hard and leaking. Dazai wrapped a hand around it and stroked once, rough and fast. "Look at this. Always so fucking eager to fight me but your cock gives you away every time."
Chuuya kicked his boots off and shoved Dazai backward onto the bed. He climbed on top, straddling Dazai's hips, grinding down so their cocks rubbed together.
"You talk too much. Put that mouth to use or I'm leaving."
Dazai laughed low and flipped them in one move, pinning Chuuya's wrists above his head with one hand. His other hand reached down, spit on his fingers, and shoved two straight into Chuuya's ass. No prep, no warning. Chuuya arched and cursed.
"Shit—Dazai—"
"Take it. You love it when it hurts." Dazai worked his fingers in and out, scissoring hard, stretching him open. Chuuya's hole clenched around them, body already pushing back for more. Dazai added a third finger and twisted until he found that spot that made Chuuya's whole body jerk.
"Fuck, right there, you bastard."
Dazai pulled his fingers out, slicked his own cock with spit and the precome leaking from the tip, then lined up and pushed in with one hard thrust. Chuuya's ass took every inch, tight and hot around him. Dazai didn't give him time to adjust. He started fucking immediately, deep and brutal, hips snapping forward.
Chuuya's legs wrapped around Dazai's waist, heels digging into his back. "Harder. Don't you dare go easy."
Dazai obliged, pounding into him so the bed slammed against the wall. Skin slapped loud and wet. Every thrust dragged a filthy moan out of Chuuya. Dazai leaned down and bit at his throat, sucking marks that would show tomorrow.
"You feel that? My cock splitting you open. Say it."
"Shut the fuck up and keep going," Chuuya gasped, but his voice cracked when Dazai angled up and nailed his prostate again and again.
Dazai let go of Chuuya's wrists only to grab his hips and haul him up onto his knees, fucking him from behind now. One hand reached around and jerked Chuuya's cock in time with his thrusts. Chuuya's hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white.
"Gonna come already? Such a slut for it."
Chuuya came with a shout, spilling over Dazai's fist in thick pulses. His ass clamped down hard, milking Dazai's cock. Dazai fucked him through it, chasing his own release, then buried himself deep and filled Chuuya up, groaning low and filthy.
They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard. Dazai pulled out slow, watching his come drip out of Chuuya's stretched hole. He dragged two fingers through it and pushed it back in.
Chuuya twisted around, grabbed Dazai by the hair, and kissed him again, slower this time but still rough. "Round two in ten minutes, asshole. And this time I'm on top."
Dazai grinned against his mouth. "Deal."
