#sub osamu

“Why don’t you come over to my place?”

That’s what he suggested, all of a sudden, in the middle of the day. Every other person would be slaving away at work, though he seems to have a lot of free time with his job. Wasn’t he a detective of some sorts? It makes sense, that kind of occupation isn’t consistent. Nevertheless, since today was your day off you decided to entertain his spontaneous idea.

You knocked on his door, looking around as you waited. His place… hah, the address he gave you was the armed detective agency though. Isn’t this his work place? The brown haired male ripped the door open with enthusiasm and grinned as he said, “you are finally here! Kept me waiting enough didn’t you?” Within the next few seconds, he pulled you inside and slammed the door shut. Then he pushed you until you sat down on the couch.

“Ugh! The hell’s wrong with you, dazai?” Without having a chance to react, he kneeled down and rubbed his face against your leg. “Haha, you took so long.” You twitched a little at his action, ruffling your hand through his hair to get a good grip, before you yanked on them. “And? Why so impatient? You didn’t mention a time.” Dazai smirked, he looked so scheming and all knowing, it was irritating. “You came at just the right time~ It’s my lunch break.” Suddenly he grabbed your ankle, moving it closer to his face and rubbing it against his cheeks. He didn’t break eye contact with you while doing that.

“What do you think you are doing, osamu?” A stern tone, contradictory to the previous light one. You noticed his bottom lips trembling a little, almost as if he was excited and ecstatic. Slowly, you moved your shoe away from his cheek but instead traced a nonexistent line down his upper body. First tapping his chin slightly, then grazing the tip of your shoe against his torso, from his chest to his pelvis. “You aren’t allowed to touch me without permission, you know that.” Instead of moving lower, you remained at his pelvis, right above the place where he desires your touch the most. “So? I did it anyway, what now?” How cheeky he was, luckily for him you liked it.

Not wasting any time chitchatting, you commented, “Fine, i can already guess what you want from me.” Afterwards you pressed your shoe against his crotch. “You want to do filthy things at your workplace? So naughty of you.” “Mhm, am I the only one though? You did came, after all.” Look at him acting all smart, what a headache he is. “This still doesn’t top you wanting to get caught by your colleagues.” What other reason would he have to do it here.

There was no response, or rather, it was an unexpected kind of response. The brunette only smiled a bit more, the corners of his mouth twitched. He licked his lips, eyes half lidded and bearing so much neediness behind them. It was so pathetic that you found it cute. So as a rewards you stepped onto his bulging dick with more pressure, having his entire body shudder in pleasure. “Ah-mhmm! Oh fuck- haha…” He yelped and wore a dumb smile, one that exposed his lust, if it wasn’t obvious enough.

The more it hurt, the more he loved it, and the more you stepped down, the more his face twisted into a blissful expression. Soon you noticed his pants getting a wet spot beneath your soles, as well as some of that dirty fluid clenching to you. “Why are you so needy today?” You mocked him, watching him shake while you intensify the pressure more and more. “NmMHN-aaAhh… i missed you?” That man said, already spouting nonsense. You smirked back at him, then raised your foot and stomped on him.

“GaAahhHH..!” An ear splitting sound erupted, echoing through the empty halls of the agency. Since no one was there, you didn’t think much about the volume. But as fate has intended, there was someone outside on the floor. You even heard the voice say, “who’s there?” Shit, what now. Should you just act as if nothing happened? Maybe he didn’t hear the screa-

“Didn’t someone scream?” You heard his voice erupt from the other side of the door. “Oh, it’s kunikida.” It seems like your partner knew him. Before you got any chance to talk to dazai about it, kunikida slammed the door open. He was so ready to chase out the intruders or whoever there was, if he didn’t just witness a scene he didn’t wish to see. Heck he didn’t even want to imagine it. “Ughh, dazai?! Go somewhere else next time.” Then that blond haired male just reprimanded his colleague and left without a word. “Haha, he was surprised huh? Well anyway, let’s just continue shall we?” Dazai suggested, but you firmly responded, “no. My mood’s ruined.”

He pouted so sweetly and begged you, but you stayed stubborn. In the end, he promised to make it up to you later, in a different way..?

There’s really no reason for why you pick Osamu, moving your hand from the armrest of your seat and pressing it flat to his stomach, feeling his abs tense up underneath your fingers. You could just as easily reach to the other side of you, where Atsumu sits, and do the same to him.

Osamu is easier, you suppose.

He lets you unbutton his pants, slowly slide down his zipper, dig his cock out of his underwear and tuck the elastic waistband firm around his balls. Atsumu would be too eager, try to get you to go faster, touch him now, but Osamu has always been able to restrain himself more, although not by much.

You rub him dry, slow strokes of his shaft with a loose fist, and he’s wincing, you can tell. It would hurt if your grip was any tighter, but at the most it can’t be more than a subtle irritation - his cock is filling out fast in your hand, obviously interested.

Warm and long, pretty and cut. Both of them are. Atsumu’s has a bit more chub, a bit more heft to his cock, but you like them both the same.

It’s a leisurely sort of thing, the way you fondle Osamu. As he starts to leak pre, wet and sticky, you use it to slick your hand, tightening your grip, speeding up just a little. Building the man up and up towards his orgasm, closer and closer, his hips giving desperate little humps upwards into your hand , Osamu’s fingers clutching at the armrests of his seat-

And then you let go. 

Osamu groans.

His cock twitches up against his stomach, easy to see in the dark by the way the pale skin stands out against his dark clothes. He’s probably getting his shirt messy, leaking onto it where his cock rests. He knows better than to touch himself, taking his eyes off the movie to look at you imploringly.

You smile gently, taking him in hand again and the man sighs. He’s so pretty.

Throughout the movie you keep edging him, teasing. Building him up to an orgasm and then forcing him back, massaging his tip, fluttering your fingers around the base before squeezing tight and racing your hand up along the shaft as if to milk him.

He feels deliciously soft, throbbing against your palm, dick veiny and twitching with a mind of it’s own as his balls tighten beneath the elastic of his underwear, as he squirms again with the orgasm you’re edging him to, knowing that you won’t let him have it.

A pinch to your thigh catches your attention.

Atsumu is pouting at you, fully focusing his attention on you and his brother instead of the movie. Apparently you hadn’t been as casual as you thought as you played with his twin.

But you couldn’t edge both of them at the same time. Having both your hands full of dick isn’t as easy as it sounds, and you didn’t want a mess in the theater for the poor high-school employees to have to clean up.

“No ‘Sumu, I’ll play with you later.” You promise turning your attention back to his brother, who’s glazed-over eyes stared blankly at the big screen in front of you all. Your hand was so wet around him, his cock bubbling precum out from the slit. You wouldn’t be surprised if he ruined his underwear.

Atsumu pinches at your thigh again, and you turn to him with a frown. “I said no, be a good boy.”

He deflates, hand hovering over the popped button of his jeans where a bulge is obvious, straining against the material. “Aw, lemme touch myself at least?” he cheekily whispers back and you sigh.

“Fine, but you don’t get to cum. Your brother isn’t allowed to until I say so.” You explain the rules you’d been playing along to in your head, and Osamu catches your attention with a low whine; he’s relieved to hear that he’ll get to cum eventually.

Atsumu grins lazily, stuffing his hand down his pants, and you have to trust him not to shoot his load as you turn back to Osamu, wanting to torture him a bit more.

And torture him you do, even going so far as leaning over the armrest to breathe hotly against his cock, watching as it bobs in the dark at the sensation, Osamu’s abs tightening again.

He’s so good, so obedient.

The movie’s 120 minutes long, and you’re planning on spending every one edging the hell out of the man beside you. You’ll let him cum before the lights come back on, jerking him into a napkin that had come with the popcorn so there wouldn’t be a mess. 

He’d be wobbly trying to walk back to the car, boneless and satisfied after such a long buildup to a gratifying orgasm. Maybe you’d have Atsumu help him along, just so the other man wouldn’t be all over as you walked out, trying to rub his dick against your hip.

And then, when you got home, you’d let Atsumu fuck you in the shower while you soaped up his brother, panting into Osamu’s chest while the gray-haired man watched his twin edge and tease you just as relentlessly as you had done to him.

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