Deftly, yet another tendril of Rashomon erupted from the only item of clothing Akutagawa was still wearing; a heavy, dark sweater that he clutched with one hand. Atsushi’s eyes nearly crossed when said tendril made for his face, he snapped at it on impulse before it surged and wrapped firmly around his mouth.

“No, they won’t,” Akutagawa hissed through his teeth as he lowered himself slowly onto Atsushi’s cock. He was more focused on what he was doing than Atsushi, at least until Atsushi bucked his hips up as he rode down and that got him the rest of the way inside. Akutagawa swallowed a loud gasp, somehow, and let out an unsteady breath before focusing on Atsushi again. “I can control myself,” he said archly, somehow, as he rode Atsushi.

Atsushi, very exaggeratedly, rolled his eyes, and then rolled his hips upward against the rhythm Akutagawa was working himself into. “And you’re,” Akutagawa said, tone clipped, “not going to, ah, break that control, weretiger.”

The muffled noise that escaped from behind Rashomon was probably a challenge, but Akutagawa ignored it, releasing the Rashomon tendrils from Atsushi’s wrists and allowing him to dig his fingers into Akutagawa’s pale skin.

Akutagawa’s breath grew raspy, he leaned back, one hand still clutched in the fabric of his sweater, the other sliding off Atsushi’s knee and down into the sheets. He exhaled a loud breath, managed not to make it a moan when Atsushi’s fingers closed tight around his cock, stroking down the shaft. “Weretiger,” Akutagawa grunted, voice still low. “Don’t, don’t-”

His eyes shot up, away from Atsushi’s face a second before the doorknob clicked. There wasn’t enough time, they were both too carried away, Atsushi’s fingernails scraping red marks into Akutagawa’s skin as he arched his back against the mattress, and froze, eyes wide, when Chuuya poked his head in through the open door and said, “Oi, what do you two want for dinnnnope.”

The door clicked closed.

Atsushi’s claws tore through Rashomon, yanking the makeshift gag away, and his voice almost broke. “YOU DIDN’T LOCK THE DOOR!?”

Akutagawa, still seated on his dick, covered his mouth with his hand and wasn’t even partially successful in hiding his laughter.

“Don’t fucking laugh!” Atsushi grabbed at his wrist but Akutagawa bowled him back down, planted his hands on Atsushi’s chest and slammed himself back down on his cock, making Atsushi gasp loud.

“Don’t have to worry about being quiet now,” Akutagawa said with a smirk and tightened on him.

“Fuck-!” Atsushi howled.

#

Dazai lifted one headphone off his ear, raising an eyebrow when Chuuya opened his wallet. “Lose a bet?” he asked, sweet as sugar, and Chuuya slapped a half dozen bills on the table in front of Dazai.

“Fuck you,” Chuuya said.