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“Boyfriend?” Chuuya stares hard at Dazai. “But we’re not…”“I know,” Dazai says, rolling his eyes beneath his bangs. They’re getting long, long enough to catch on his long eyelashes. He says it with a nonchalance, with a silent obviously that stings. “That’s why I need you to be my fake boyfriend.”Right. That’s why Dazai said, sitting at the foot of the hotel bed and pulling his socks on. His hair was still sweaty from fucking, curling around his head like a halo. Chuuya remained naked on the bed, watching Dazai dress while he mulled it over. “Why me? You could ask someone else, couldn’t you?”Dazai shrugs, bowing his head. He’s tugging at the hem of his shorts, soft and lilac and clashing horribly with the chartreuse of his sweater. “I don’t want to ask someone else.”continuation of the skk sugar daddy fic from kinktober (they KISS this time !!!)