[ While he was at least mostly successful at muffling the sounds he was making, Akutagawa's body was much more honest in it's reactions. Such as the soft shudders and trembles that wrack his body, warmth building in the pit of his stomach quickly.
At some point, one of his hands came down to duck under the coat as to wind his fingers into Dazai's hair firmly. If he tugged a bit harder than he intended, or his hips stuttered forwards a little with one of the red-head's ministrations? It was something he didn't even notice, breaths rough and disjointed.
God. At this rate he wasn't going to last very long. ]
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At some point, one of his hands came down to duck under the coat as to wind his fingers into Dazai's hair firmly. If he tugged a bit harder than he intended, or his hips stuttered forwards a little with one of the red-head's ministrations? It was something he didn't even notice, breaths rough and disjointed.
God. At this rate he wasn't going to last very long. ]