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Ango wanted to do something special for Oda's birthday. After all, Oda was constantly doing the most he could for those he cared about, so it was the least Ango could do to try and take care of him for a night, despite any of his stoic looks and huffs.
The night started with Dazai and Ango taking Oda to his favorite curry restaurant. Dazai made a quip about how much curry Oda eats, but he didn't seem to mind, the slightest little smile on his usually straight face as they all sat down together. Their usual conversation routines carried off without a hitch between the three of them, only interrupted as their food came.
As dinner ended and the trio began their walk home, Ango felt an elbow jab him in the ribs.
"So, whaddya got planned tonight, Ango?" Dazai asked, eyelashes batting over large, innocent eyes. Ango felt his face go hot, stuttering out a what?! before looking to Oda. Oda only stared ahead with that deadpan expression, but Ango couldn't miss the way his own freckled cheeks seemed a little pink as well.
And then it was time to part ways, Dazai giving a dramatic huff as he went off on his own, muttering something about finding his slug for his own entertainment. Ango laughed softly at this, before feeling Oda's hand slip into his own, warm against the cold night air.
When they finally reached Oda's apartment, of which Ango had basically been spending any time away from work at, Ango gave Oda a peck on his stubbly cheek before retreating to take a shower. It wasn't long before Ango had come out with a towel wrapped around his chest, practically shooing Oda into the washroom.
Oda only raised an eyebrow to himself at Ango's forwardness before shrugging it off and stepping into the shower.
Now, Oda wasn't one to linger in the shower—he usually got in, soaped up, rinsed off, and got out in a matter of minutes. So when he nonchalantly walked into his bedroom with a towel around his waist, Ango was only half-dressed in what looked to be black, lacy lingerie.
"O-Odasaku!" Ango sputtered, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Why'd you take such a fast shower?!"
Oda's only reply was to turn around and begin to walk out of the room, before Ango called him back in.
"You already saw, so just come here, pervert," Ango scolded, but his voice was warm with affection. Oda's face was burning as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking away for a moment before turning to look at Ango closer. He was currently rolling a stocking up his leg, and Oda's eyes trailed upward to see lace underwear paired with a lace top, see-through enough to see his soft, scarred skin beneath, with a thin strip of waist peeking out.
He was so pretty. Oda could only stare with hungry eyes as he watched Ango cover his soft leg with that dark, intricate fabric, graceful as ever in contrast to his very bashful expression. He was looking at Oda out of the corner of his eye, face flushed and lips pursed. Oda couldn't stop himself from brushing a stray strand of Ango's dark hair behind his ear, disheveled and still slightly damp from his shower. Oda now realized Ango's glasses were folded on the nightstand, leaving his bright eyes that much more candid.
"You don't know the lengths I went through... The saleswoman asked what size my girlfriend is and I could only stare at her until it dawned on her. She was nice enough after that, but I was mortified!" Ango recounted, finishing rolling the second stocking up his leg.
Oda laughed at this, earning a playful slap on the arm from Ango. It was really something nice though, Oda thought, that Ango would go through all of that just to do something for him. He knew how shy Ango was more than anyone else, and how much Ango cared about him to put himself through that.
"Now can I kiss you?" Oda asked with a straight face, eyes earnest. Ango replied with a little smile and a nod, letting Oda close the distance between them to meet his lips. It started out soft, slow, chaste, but as Oda began to kiss him a little deeper, Ango suddenly brought a hand up to put a finger to his lips. Oda froze, blinking a few times.
"There's just... One more thing," Ango's hands fidgeted slightly, to which Oda tilted his head in curiosity.
Ango reached behind himself to grab something, averting his eyes slightly as he presented it for Oda, face flushed. It took a moment for Oda to figure out what it was, but as it dawned on him, he felt his own face heat up—It was a black collar, with a little bell on the front.
Oda could have sworn he heard Ango swallow.
"I-I want you to," Ango stuttered slightly, expression turning more and more shy. "I want you to put it on me."
"Oh," Oda replied simply, taking it in his hands as Ango dropped his own back to the sheets, clutching them slightly. Oda looked between Ango's blushing face and the collar in his hand, before unlatching it, the bell making the slightest noise in its movement.
Ango took the next moment to lift his head from his sheepish posture, baring his neck to Oda, eyes fluttered shut. Ango trusted him so much, Oda realized, so he could only be as gentle as possible as he brushed his fingers to that delicate throat, closing the collar around it snugly.
Once he felt the slight change in weight on his neck, Ango let out an exhale, opening his eyes once again, breath shuddering slightly as he realized how close Oda was now to him.
Oda took a second to look at him, eyes scanning up and down his body, over the lace dressing it, to his blushing face, his trembling lip, the mole above it, to his neck and the collar now around it.
He was so cute.
And suddenly Oda had toppled Ango over onto the mattress, the sound of a little bell jingling and Ango squeaking in surprise on the way down. As Oda fervently planted kisses all over Ango's face, the younger let out a melodious laugh, before bringing his hands up to find purchase on Oda's broad shoulders.
"Odasaku, ah—!" Ango gasped out as Oda bit down on his shoulder before looking back up at him slightly apologetically.
"You're so cute," he muttered, eyes entirely earnest. "How are you real?"
"None of that on your birthday, Odasaku," Ango chided, before pressing a hand softly to his chest. "Now let me take care of you, okay?"
Oda complied, letting Ango gently guide him to sit back against the pillows, before climbing on top of him, hands brought up to cup his face as he kissed him once again. Oda quickly put his hands on Ango's waist, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. He finally drew the smallest moan out of Ango as he lifted his hips slightly to grind against his crotch, Ango pulling away for a moment with a fierce flushing of his face.
"Impatient," the brunet tsked, with a joking smile on his lips. "Would this help?"
Oda's reply was cut off by his breath being taken away as Ango's hand made its way down to palm at his dick, those hazy eyes not leaving his. He moved his hand slowly, deliberately, drawing out more gasps from the redhead.
"Ango—" he breathed, running a hand up and down his lover's side with a calloused hand. Ango only let out a hum before he suddenly drew back, moving lower to settle on his chest between Oda's legs. Oda almost frowned at the slight loss of contact before Ango's hand was once again on his dick, lazily running up and down.
"You do so much, Odasaku," Ango said quietly, still not breaking that lecherous eye contact, hand still slow, yet firm. "You do so much for everyone—for me, Dazai, the kids... I just want to appreciate you, to show you how much it all means."
"It's because I love you. All of you. You're my family, you know?" Oda replied, softly, breathily.
"You're something amazing," Ango sighed, eyes full of pure affection. "I-I love you, Odasaku."
"Ango..."
"May I—?" Ango paused momentarily, looking down before glancing back up through his long, dark eyelashes. Oda could only nod—his throat felt dry.
With that, Ango took Oda into his mouth, uninterrupted, practiced. Oda's hand quickly found itself in Ango's already disheveled hair, the slightest tug drawing a whine from Ango's throat that vibrated right back to Oda. He could barely stop himself from moving his hips against Ango's mouth, with how quickly Ango was getting to him—he knew exactly how to blow Oda the way he liked it.
Not to mention how Oda was already worked up enough by Ango's antics from a few minutes earlier, and he was already near his tipping point. He could feel his legs trembling, letting his hips roll only slightly as to not startle Ango—of course Ango could take it, he lacked a gag reflex in the first place, but Oda never tried to be too rough. As he felt his dick hit the back of Ango's throat, he felt a soft moan from Ango, continuing to take him in flawlessly. Oda could barely handle it, how beautiful he looked, how graceful he was, how much he loved him—
Ango seemed to notice his tension and slowed down slightly, looking up to meet Oda's gaze once again. He could have come in that moment from Ango's expression alone if it weren't for his one hand clutching the sheets, the other fisted in Ango's hair. Finally, Ango pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Had enough yet?" he laughed slightly, voice slightly hoarse. Oda swallowed and shook his head, barely having the time to catch his breath before Ango had shifted once more to kneel between his legs, hands splayed on Oda's stomach.
"So beautiful," Oda whispered, but it came out quiet, tremulous. Ango looked away for a moment sheepishly, before shifting slightly to straddle either side of Oda's hips.
"Can I ride you?" he asked, hands fidgeting slightly on Oda's abdomen. Oda nodded quickly at this. (Maybe a little too quickly, as it made his head swim). Ango leaned forward to reach for the lube he had laid out near the nightstand before squirting a generous amount into his palm, rubbing his hands together slightly to warm it.
"Ango, do you need to—"
"I already did," he said matter-of-factly before running his slicked hands up and down Oda's dick, not even giving Oda the time to process the notion. It was almost too much to picture Ango stretching himself out while he waited for Oda, trying to keep quiet as he squirmed against himself.
The thought was cut short, however, as Ango pushed aside that delicate lace and sunk down onto him, breathing slightly stuttered as he fully took him in. There was still a stretch, of course, with how big Oda was compared to Ango, so Oda took a second to only gently place a hand on Ango's side, before leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead.
"Take your time, angel," Oda said softly, the very words drawing a slight whimper out from Ango. Ango steadied himself slightly with one hand on Oda's shoulder, one on his chest. No matter how many times they had done this, Ango always felt tight around him, so Oda gave him the go-ahead to move whenever he was ready.
So Ango started to roll his hips, slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace with a slight shake in his breath with each thrust. Oda let him continue on his own for a moment, just taking in the sight—Ango, breathing unsteady, expression something debauched, rutting on Oda with all of the energy he could gather in such a shaky state. The little bell on his collar jingled on each bounce as well, the melodic little noise nearly intoxicating to Oda.
It quickly became all too much to Oda, and as he felt himself near his own release, he brought his hands to grasp at Ango's waist, beginning to meet his movements with thrusts of his own. He must have hit the right spot, as Ango finally let out a cry, before burying his face in Oda's scratchy neck, skin burning.
Oda only brought a hand up to gently cradle the back of his head as he continued to slam up into Ango until he could feel that breath cut off against his neck, eyelashes tickling his chin as they fluttered shut. With his body tensing, Ango tightened around Oda, legs shaking on either side of Oda's hips where he was fully seated on his dick—Oda came almost immediately after at the feeling, not slowing his thrusts until he felt Ango's entire body shuddering, dull nails digging into his back.
"Ah," Ango finally sighed softly against Oda's neck, letting up on his grasp on Oda. Oda glanced down to see the slightest bit of cum dripping out from his lace undergarment, further down his own cum leaking onto his abdomen from Ango's rim.
"You made a mess," Oda laughed softly before pressing a kiss to the side of Ango's head, feeling the younger nuzzle further against him.
"I love you," Ango repeated softly, almost too quiet to be heard. Oda could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest.
"Can I see you?" Oda brought a hand to gently touch Ango's cheek, bringing him back to look at each other once again. Ango's face was flushed, beautiful. Oda quickly pressed a kiss to the mole above Ango's lip, before running a hand down Ango's thigh, rubbing circles into it with his thumb.
"I'll never get tired of that face," Oda said, making Ango slap him slightly on the shoulder.
"You're embarrassing..."
"On my birthday? I can be as embarrassing as I want," he said with his usual deadpan expression, before his mouth involuntarily twitched upwards. Ango laughed at this, and soon enough, Oda was kissing him again, tongue moving lazily against Ango's, hands steady on his waist. As Oda moved slightly to deepen the kiss, Ango let out a whimper against him, squirming slightly in his lap.
"You're still in me," he said shakily, breath tickling Oda's cheek.
"Oh," Oda replied simply, using his strong hands to help Ango off of him—of course it only made the mess worse, but Oda couldn't care less at the moment with the way Ango looked so wrecked. The brunet was left steadying himself back between Oda's legs, eyes unfocused, dazed. A slight spark still shone in his eyes, however.
"Would you be okay for another round?" Odasaku found himself asking, to which Ango was already nodding enthusiastically.
"I thought you'd never ask."
"I only came less than a minute ago. Now who's impatient?" Oda smiled, before drawing his own legs in to sit up more. Ango shifted slightly as the mattress dipped, but was caught by Oda's hand cupping his face, once again centimeters from Oda's. "Now, can I fuck you?"
"J-jeez, Odasaku!" Ango scoffed, that shy expression making Oda's heart pound. He always loved drawing out the cutest embarrassed reactions from Ango—his lover was just too endearing. "...But yeah," he finally said, droopy eyes as genuine as they were wanting. Oda made quick work of switching their positions, only a moment of helping Ango to lie down against the fluffy pillows, dark hair fanned out behind him.
"Have I told you how pretty you are yet?" Oda once again gave him that straight face, to which Ango laughed, pulling Oda down for another kiss. It wasn't long before Oda felt himself getting hard again with the absolutely sinful noises he was drawing out of his partner and the way that soft, slender leg had found itself between his own.
"Unfair," Oda chided as he finally sat back, dizzy from a lack of oxygen. "Trying to make me come again before I'm inside you."
"Says the one teasing me so much," Ango shot back with a smirk, gaze impossibly soft with fondness.
"It's my birthday," Oda repeated with a dramatic little frown. "Now let's get that stained lace off you, huh? Should probably get it in the laundry soon as possible—"
Ango could only let out a yelp as Oda hooked his fingers around his underwear before looking up slightly for approval. With a nod, Oda rolled them off of Ango's stockinged legs, most of Ango's release stuck to it, but some remaining on his stomach. Ango blushed furiously as his half-hard dick was now on full display to Oda—something he would remain bashful about no matter how many times Oda had seen it.
Oda gave it a few pumps with his calloused hand, pulling a whimper from Ango yet again, who brought his hands up to cover his ever-reddening face.
"Angooo," Oda mock-whined, moving a hand to gently pull one of Ango's from a flushed face and an eye squeezed shut, peeping open slightly to peek at him. After a moment, he let his hand drop, and Ango could only look at him with droopy, timid eyes. "I want to see you, Ango," Oda said in a more steady, genuine tone, making Ango all the more flustered.
"You're so—" Ango cut himself off, biting his lip. "—Sentimental. It's cute."
As Oda watched Ango fidget beneath him, becoming more and more flushed with arousal, he felt a sudden idea enter his mind.
"Ango, do you mind if I—"
To finish his sentence, he stretched to open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a pair of handcuffs only meant for one use. Ango gaped for a moment, before once again, nodding quickly.
"Yes, yesyes," he stammered, letting Oda guide his arms over his head. Oda stayed as gentle as possible as he anchored the handcuffs around one of the bars across the headboard, before clicking them around Ango's wrists—not too tightly, of course, but tight enough. Once Ango was secured, Oda moved back for a moment to settle between Ango's legs, taking in the image.
Ango was breathtaking like this. Oda had to remind himself to breathe, even, as he let his eyes roam every inch of Ango's body, from his spread legs, his heaving chest, his blissed out, flustered face, to his restrained, slender arms above his head. For a moment, Oda reached out to palm Ango's dick once again, only to see the way his arms tried to move helplessly, handcuffs clinking.
"So perfect, Ango," Oda murmured, planting his hands back firmly on either side of Ango. He couldn't miss the way Ango's eyes flashed downwards for a moment before meeting his again, breaths shallowed with anticipation. He finally dipped down to capture Ango's lips once again, freely grinding their erections together as Ango squirmed against him for any friction he could get.
"You're so good to me, Odasaku," Ango gasped between those slow kisses, back arching slightly against Oda's body. As things got even more heated and Oda didn't think he could last much longer, he finally broke the kiss, propping himself up on his hands to get one more good look at Ango.
"Ready?" Oda asked, breathlessly. Ango blinked slowly, dazed, gorgeous.
"I'm all yours," Ango said, and Oda couldn't hold himself back any longer.
As Oda slid in once again, Ango could only let out a choked moan, breaths picking up as Oda bottomed out. Oda was thankful to be able to see Ango's face as he began to move, seeing that serious, composed man trying and failing to hold it together. Soon enough Oda couldn't help kissing Ango once again, and again, as they both chased their release.
His thrusts were quick, uninterrupted. Ango could only gasp and tug helplessly against his restraints, giving himself up completely to the white-hot pleasure coursing through him. He didn't know how long he could take it at this rate, but neither could Oda, his own release once again coming rapidly as he watched Ango fully come apart beneath him. With each thrust, the bell around Ango's neck jingled, only spurring him on at the very sentiment.
As much as both of them tried to hold out, they were spent, hopelessly pent up. Oda came first, biting into Ango's shoulder as he rode it out—in the midst of it, he dropped a hand to help Ango reach his own release, which only took seconds within Oda touching him.
Once the aftershocks ended, Oda slowed to a stuttered stop before letting himself lay fully on Ango, earning the slightest oof! Before Oda got too comfortable, however, he reached up to unlock the handcuffs, Ango quickly bringing down his arms to wrap around Oda.
"Thank you," Oda said softly, pressing kisses against Ango's face. Ango gave a tired laugh at this, before turning his head to meet Oda's lips again, slowly and sleepily. After a few moments, Oda sighed and just rested his head against Ango's shoulder, feeling like he could fall asleep at any moment.
Until Ango gave him a little pinch to the nape of his neck.
"Let me wash you up in the bath," Ango hummed, earning a groan from Oda. "It'll feel better later, I promise. My gift to you is this wisdom. Falling asleep covered in cum isn't a fun experience for future you."
Oda huffed softly in laughter against Ango at this. "Good point," he relented, taking the last of his energy to pull out. Ango winced as he did so, more at the stains they would have to wash out of the sheets, but was the first to stand up on shaking legs as he helped Oda to his own feet.
"Go get the water started, I'll replace the sheets," Ango gave a reassuring, sleepy smile, to which Oda realized he didn't have the energy to argue. He could only nod and give one last little peck to Ango's cheek, gentle and warm.
As much as Oda was selfless to a fault, he couldn't deny the warmth he felt from Ango taking care of him. While he wasn't used to it at all, his mind lingered on how those around him loved him as much as he loved them back—the way Dazai would look out for him, the kids asking where he'd been, and of course Ango—
Oda finally had a family.