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"You look so much better with my dick in your mouth than you do using it to complain all the time." He sighs, drawing a deep glare out of Dazai's.
"Oh, that look," he breathes, eyes softening in a cruel way, "Like you're angry. Like you have any right to be." his hips snap forward again, driving nice and deep into his throat before he can even inhale. The stretch burns, Dazai's body instinctively trying to reject him, but the man's grip on his brunette hair is ironclad.
"You hate this, don't you?" his voice drops to a husky whisper. "Hate that I can do whatever I want to you. Hate that your body betrays you every single time."
Now that Mori mentions it, Dazai notices his slacks are uncomfortably tight. He's right, his body does betray him. Just another thing the years of abuse have trained him to do.
The poor boy looks away from him in shame, unable to hold his fiery flare now that he's aware of his erection. Instead, he slowly bobs his head a bit--not for Mori, but so he can try and sneak some air into his lungs, choosing to focus on something else.or; dazai is drunk again and mori makes him suck him off