#skk

Summary:

"Chuuya clearly doesn't want me. I am not owned." Chuuya glances over his shoulder after turning off the stove, and Dazai feels a chill down his spine. Suddenly, Chuuya's face is stern, and there's a seriousness to his face. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Where is this coming from?" "It means I might just go find a master who truly wants me. Sigma next door seems nice. He might also enjoy the lingerie you bought me. Maybe the dark blue with red bows in the front. What do you think?" “You’ve got some guts to say that to me.” "If you really want to open your legs for someone,” Chuuya says with a gravelly tone over his shoulder as his hand casually slides into his loungewear pockets, “go put on that pretty lingerie you want. The blue with red ribbons, since you mentioned it. I’ll fuck you myself.”