"There's got to be a catch," Atsushi said, standing by the floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom and staring out at a fairly decent view of the water, for a building not owned by Port Mafia. He didn't even want to think about what the rent on a
(more) place like this would be, it was so far out of his price range that it might as well be Mars for all the chance he'd have of ever attaing it. "There's always a catch, with Dazai-san."
Akutagawa still hadn't entered the bedroom, hovering in the doorway like he was haunting it. "There are cameras," he said. "I'm sure of it."
"Yeah, that's what I thought too." Atsushi folded his arms and sighed, turning away from the view. "It's a shame, though, because this is a REALLY nice place-"
He hadn't finished his thought when Rashomon curled around his waist, pulling him away from the window. "Akutagawa," he said, one hand on the ability but making no real effort to get away. "Didn't you just say there were probably cameras?"
"Probably doesn't mean certainly," Akutagawa said as he drew Atsushi to him. Atsushi sighed and laughed when Akutagawa nuzzled at his neck, biting the roughened skin there lightly.
"You're such a pervert," Atsushi said fondly, as Rashomon slipped under his shirt and helped untuck it from his pants. "Why do it in a big comfortable bed when you can have foreplay in a doorway."
Akutagawa narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, Atsushi found his feet off the ground, toes barely scraping the floor. "If you want to be fucked in the bed you just had to ask."
"Mm, not Rashomon this time," Atsushi said, shrugging his suspenders off. "I want you."
"That can be arranged," Akutagawa said, and tossed Atsushi on the bed.(less)
