Heat
Mar
07
Neither were ever going to admit they’d wanted this, Chuuya’s teeth ripping through bandages and Dazai’s nimble fingers stripping off every single piece of clothing he hated. They buried hands into each other’s hair, Chuuya might have put some effort into tearing it right off Dazai’s scalp, and let the intensity of their combined heats drive them to do things no one should have to with someone they hated.
“I hate you,” Dazai whispered like an endearment.
“Shut up,” Chuuya hissed back, but didn’t stop touching.
It’s not like there was anyone else they could be this vulnerable with. Partners.
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