Healing Embrace (NSFW)
Minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Chuuya took a deep breath and opened it to find Atsushi standing there, his expression somber yet determined.
"Hey," Atsushi said softly, offering Chuuya a small smile. "Mind if I come in?"
Chuuya shook his head, stepping aside to let Atsushi enter. They both sat on the couch, the silence stretching between them as they searched for the right words.
"I'm sorry about what happened," Atsushi finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I know it must be hard for you too."
Chuuya nodded, his eyes focused on a spot on the wall. "Yeah, it's... It's been tough."
Atsushi reached out and placed a comforting hand on Chuuya's shoulder. "Akutagawa told me your feelings about Dazai," he said gently. "I know it's not easy loving someone you can't have."
Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected Atsushi to know about his feelings for Dazai, let alone acknowledge them. He felt a mix of gratitude and sadness wash over him.
"I'm sorry," Chuuya said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to come between you and Akutagawa."
Atsushi shook his head. "It's not your fault," he said firmly. "We all have our own feelings to navigate."
They sat in silence for a while longer, the weight of their shared pain hanging heavy in the air. Chuuya found himself opening up to Atsushi in a way he hadn't expected, sharing his fears and regrets without reservation.
"It's just... I thought Akutagawa and I would be together forever," Chuuya confessed, tears welling up in his eyes. "But now... Now everything feels so uncertain."
Atsushi squeezed Chuuya's shoulder gently. "I know it's hard to see beyond this moment," he said softly. "But things will get better I promise."
Chuuya nodded, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him.
"Take care, Chuuya," Atsushi said as he stepped outside. "And remember, things will get better."
Chuuya nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I will remember. Thank you, Atsushi."
Atsushi watched Chuuya's door close, his mind heavy with thoughts about what had transpired. He sighed deeply, feeling the weight of Akutagawa's pain mingling with his own. It was late, but something inside him urged him to see Akutagawa. He needed to know how he was coping.
Atsushi took out his phone and typed a quick message to Akutagawa, asking if he could come over. To his surprise, Akutagawa replied almost immediately with an invitation. Feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination, Atsushi made his way to Akutagawa's apartment.
When Atsushi arrived, Akutagawa opened the door, his eyes red-rimmed but composed. "Atsushi," he greeted quietly, stepping aside to let him in. The apartment felt colder than usual, an emptiness pervading the air.
"Akutagawa," Atsushi said softly, his eyes scanning the room. "How are you holding up?"
Akutagawa shrugged, his face a mask of stoic resignation. "I have been better," he admitted, leading Atsushi to the living room. "But I will survive."
"You don't have to pretend with me," Atsushi said gently, placing a comforting hand on Akutagawa's knee. "It's okay to let it out."
Akutagawa's facade cracked slightly, his shoulders slumping. "It hurts," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I knew it was coming, but it doesn't make it any easier."
Atsushi nodded, understanding the pain all too well. "I know. Love can be... Complicated."
Akutagawa looked at Atsushi, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and confusion. "How do you deal with it?" He asked, his voice trembling. "How do you move on?"
Atsushi took a deep breath. "You take it one day at a time," he said softly. "You allow yourself to feel the pain, but you also remember that life goes on. There will be new moments, new opportunities for happiness."
Akutagawa looked down, his fingers twisting together. "I don't know if I can do that," he admitted. "Chuuya was... He meant so much to me."
"And he always will," Atsushi said, squeezing Akutagawa's knee gently. "But that doesn't mean you can't find a new meaning, new connections."
As the night grew darker, Atsushi felt a sense of exhaustion wash over him. He leaned against Akutagawa, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I should probably go," he murmured, though he didn't want to move.
Akutagawa tightened his grip on Atsushi's hand. "Stay," he said softly. "Stay with me tonight."
Atsushi hesitated for a moment, considering Akutagawa's request. He could see the desperation in his eyes, the need for comfort and connection. Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Akutagawa's, the kiss soft and tender, a gentle promise of solace.
Akutagawa responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Atsushi's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, their tongues dueling and exploring. Atsushi's hand traveled up Akutagawa's chest, his fingers tracing the delicate skin, feeling the rapid beat of Akutagawa's heart.
Atsushi's other hand slid down Akutagawa's back, gripping his hips with his lustful intent. He pushed Akutagawa onto the couch, allowing him to take control. Akutagawa eagerly pulled off Atsushi's shirt, revealing the slim but toned, slightly muscular chest. He trailed kisses down Atsushi's chest, stopping to flick his tongue over his nipples.
Atsushi let out a soft groan, his head falling back as Akutagawa's lips explored his body. Feeling the warmth of Akutagawa's breath, the rough scrape of his teeth, the slick slide of his tongue, sent shivers down Atsushi's spine. He ran his fingers through Akutagawa's hair, guiding him down lower, towards his belt.
Atsushi's arousal was evident, straining against his pants. Akutagawa's eyes widened as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and freed his length. He took it in his hand, stroking it gently before wrapping his lips around the head. Atsushi let out a low moan, his hips bucking forward into Akutagawa's mouth.
Atsushi's hands gripped the back of Akutagawa's head, guiding him as he bobbed his head, taking more and more of Atsushi's length. The sensation was intense, and Akutagawa's talented tongue swirled around the tip before pushing down to the base.
Atsushi's breath grew heavier, and he could feel himself getting closer. He wanted to prolong this moment, to savor the pleasure. "Stop," he whispered, pulling Akutagawa up so they were once again face to face. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable."
Akutagawa nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with lust. They made their way to Akutagawa's bedroom, Atsushi leading the way, his cock still partly hard. As they entered the bedroom, Akutagawa wasted no time, pushing Atsushi against the wall, and resuming his torrid kiss.
Hands roamed and explored, undressing each other with haste. Atsushi's fingers danced along Akutagawa's chest, feeling his smooth skin, before dipping lower, stroking the hardness that strained against Akutagawa's boxers. He pulled them down, freeing Akutagawa's length, and enveloped it in his hand.
Akutagawa moaned, his head falling back as Atsushi stroked him. He reached for Atsushi's length, gripping it tightly and matching Atsushi's rhythm. Their eyes met, filled with desire and longing, as they stroked each other.
Atsushi couldn't resist any longer. He pulled Akutagawa close, flipping him over onto the bed. Positioning himself between Akutagawa's thighs, he trailed kisses along his spine, before reaching the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. Gently, he licked and nibbled, adding a sensual pain to the mix.
Akutagawa arched his back, a low moan escaping his lips. Atsushi moved lower, positioning himself to enter Akutagawa. He rubbed the head of his length against Akutagawa's tight entrance, teasing him. Akutagawa's hips bucked, eager for more.
Atsushi pushed in slowly, feeling Akutagawa's muscles clench around him. He paused for a moment, letting Akutagawa adjust before beginning to thrust in earnest. The rhythm was slow at first, building in intensity as Akutagawa gasped and whimpered beneath him. Atsushi's hand gripped Akutagawa's hips, guiding and controlling their movements.
Akutagawa's body responded to Atsushi's, his moans growing louder, his back arching off the bed. His breath hitched as the pleasure coursed through him, each thrust driving him closer to the edge.
Atsushi felt it too, the pressure building, the need to release increasing. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Akutagawa cried out, his hips bucking to meet Atsushi's, their bodies slapping together.
Their eyes locked, the intensity of their connection unbreakable. Sweat glistened on their skin, their moans and groans filling the room. Atsushi felt the moment approaching, the point of no return. With a final, powerful thrust, he succumbed, his release hot and intense.
Akutagawa followed suit, his body convulsing as he came, the pleasure washing over him in waves. They remained intertwined, their ragged breathing the only sound in the room.
As the intensity of their climax faded, Atsushi pulled out, collapsing beside Akutagawa, his arm draped over his waist. They lay there, basking in the afterglow, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire.
Atsushi traced circles on Akutagawa's chest with his index finger, his eyes meeting the other's. "I think we both needed that," he said softly, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Akutagawa nodded, his expression a mixture of contentment and relief. "Yes," he agreed, his eyes sliding shut as exhaustion began to take hold. "Thank you, Atsushi."
Atsushi leaned in to kiss Akutagawa's forehead, his heart filled with warmth and affection. "Anytime," he whispered. "You are not alone in this."
They fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, their bodies entwined, the pain and sadness of their past momentarily forgotten. In each other's arms, they found solace and comfort, the first steps on a new journey towards healing.