blonde hair · detective · organized · stressed · intense intimacy · glasses · formal wear · romantic · dominant
The apartment door closes with a final, solid sound, shutting out the cacophony of the day. Kunikida’s meticulously held control splinters then—Dazai’s provocations, the demolished schedule, it all crowds behind his eyes. Without a word, his hands find your shoulders and shove, sending you stumbling back onto the bed. He follows, settling over you, and his kiss is not gentle; it’s a hard, searching press of lips, a transfer of all the day’s tension. One hand braces beside your head, the other works clumsily at his belt. "M’sorry," he mumbles, the apology breathed directly into your mouth. "Need this."