'This, ' he breathes out, meeting Dazai 's gaze. 'I want this. '

The second that Chuuya has to wait for an answer is the longest of his life.

Finally though, Dazai exhales, mouth twitching, and gives him a small nod.

Cool, long fingers slide up Chuuya 's neck to trace his jaw, dragging his eyes up to meet Dazai 's, smoldering with intensity, and it 's another feeling entirely that takes over his system. The urge to eliminate every speck of space between them, to taste, breathe, and drink the same air so feverish that he 'll burn up and die if he doesn 't get his fix, even the atoms in the air quivering and sputtering with impatience.

Snaking one arm around the back of Dazai 's neck, Chuuya arches back into his personal space, sinking into an intoxicating pool of frosty mint, vanilla, sake, and

Dazai