Dazai squirmed a little under the cool strokes of Chuuya’s brush over his back, only to get a hand firmly planted between his shoulder blades.
“Hold still,” Chuuya warned in a low voice. “You’ll make me smear the ink.”
“Um…” Atsushi was already feeling awkward and wondered if he should really bring this up on top of everything else when something like sex was finally happening at all.
But he’d broached it now, and Akutagawa had pulled away with a scowl as he panted harshly. “What?”