"Chuuya." Dazai's voice was warm and husky, the syllables of his name curling around him like a tangible thing. Dazai's mouth was on his neck, even warmer, and Chuuya wasn't exactly trying to free himself from being backed up against a wall.
But this wasn't what he wanted. It's what he told himself as Dazai kissed him, reminded his body despite times he'd imagined things like this. His partner didn't actually care about Chuuya, and Chuuya wanted more than a warm body and mock intimacy.
He pushed back.
Dazai blinked at him, surprise slowly filtering through the lust.