[ yeah, this would be a whole less civilized if chuuya knew. that's less daunting than the fact he seems to be enjoying fyodor's touch, or at least not recoiling away from it. that allows him to focus on the feel of skin and chuuya's hair and—


fyodor stops abruptly, as if his curious exploration has been cut like strings. ] And you won't kill me because we have an agreement in place. [ but chuuya would want to, honestly, if things were different fyodor would be seeking to eliminate dazai and muzzle chuuya. then he would turn his sights on gogol and deal with his dearest friend. ] What else are you going to let me do to you without protest?

[ all for keeping the peace. fyodor brings up his other hand to set on chuuya's shoulder, playfully tugging him back and forth. ]