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[Honestly, being summoned was quite the surprise to Bedivere. Being a saber, he knew he was at a disadvantage. After all, there were so many more sabers even just from the Round Table who were much more famous, so surely they would have been summoned over him. In fact, he was sure it had happened countless times before. That one master he had met, the one from Chaldea, they had spoken of singularities and grail wars to span several worlds and timelines. And with so many fine Sabers to choose from, he was sure that he hadn't ever been summoned before. The short time between the 'creation of his legend' and 'now' notwithstanding.

It made him feel a touch inadequate, if he was being truthful. After all, he was a simple knight. The master who had summoned him, he deserved better than someone like him. But if he was the one who was summoned, then he would fulfill his duty to this new master. Nothing would be done in half-steps, never again.

So as his form solidified in the summoning circle, Bedivere offered his new master a warm smile. Once again, his life was sworn to someone else's. Whatever his master wished for, Bedivere would help him achieve it.]

Saber, Bedivere. I am honored to be summoned by you. From now on, I shall be your Servant.

['I am honored to be summoned at all' was the truth, but he didn't speak that.

Then he paused, and he took a survey of the situation. The summoning circle was expertly made, but this man in front of him...well. He didn't look like a mage. He looked like a normal person. Perhaps it was a disguise? Or maybe there was more to this situation than he could see immediately. He would have to wait for his new master to respond in order to find out more.]

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Oh, but I do.

[So he says with a wide grin as he wraps his fingers around the base of Bedivere's dick, languidly runs his tongue up the length, and licks his lips at the taste of precome.

See, Bedi, it's fine. The recent bath also helps.

And with that demonstration over, he proceeds to take as much as he can of that dick in his mouth.]

[At first all he can do is stare down at Dazai, sheer mortification very plainly written on his face. The embarrassment comes from both seeing Dazai do that and from the fact that it felt really good and he actually does want Dazai's mouth on him. Internal conflict and all.

And then, just as he's about to tell Dazai that he really doesn't need to feel obligated to do that, Dazai goes down on him and all hopes of being quiet go right out the window. The yelp he lets out mid-word is loud and shows off just how strong Bedivere's lungs are. So much for being discreet. If Kunikida isn't kicking down Dazai's door to yell at them later then Bedivere will be honestly surprised.

It's a good thing Dazai is holding onto his hips too, because otherwise he might have gagged Dazai by thrusting his hips up. Bedivere is feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden and is frustrated that he can't hold onto the bed for dear life and cover his face at the same time. He reconciles this by turning to bury his face against the pillow, albeit only partially.]

Please!

[Welp, guess everyone's suspicions are solidly confirmed now, and there will be plenty of red faces in the Agency the following morning. And Bedivere's going to quickly learn a) how far Dazai's shamelessness goes, and b) Kunikida might, at some point, pound on the door, but he's not going to barge in to spare himself from needing brain bleach.

Now, Dazai can't exactly answer... well, he can with a hum around the dick in his mouth before bobbing his head, adding suction when he slides up. His fingers follow the movement, thumb rubbing circles on the thick vein at the underside.

Seeing Bedivere like this and hearing those cries - it's all too satisfying, and he'll mention how cute those reactions are later no matter how sore his jaw and throat will end up.]

[Maybe Bedivere can stay in spirit form and avoid being noticed at all.

And Dazai's jaw might not end up being that sore after all. Bedivere isn't weak by any means, but he has yet to learn any real sexual stamina. Especially considering the suction on the upwards bobs, Bedivere's dick is practically throbbing with how hard it is. Precum is spilling out freely, a sure sign that this isn't going to be a long encounter.

Bedivere knees are trembling from the effort of keeping them forced open too, and his breaths come in short gasps. He can't bring himself to look down at Dazai, and in fact his eyes are firmly squeezed shut and his face is pressed against his arm, but he doesn't need to look to know what Dazai is doing. He tries to give Dazai a warning, but it comes out as a desperate sob instead.]

I can't- I-

[Not being noticed won't automatically erase everyone's memories.]

Mmn.

[He's not about to stop just to say yes - not with how Bedivere's really into it, and Dazai tightens his hold on the other man's hip, already anticipating the taste of more than precome in his mouth as he sucks and flicks his tongue on the sensitive tip.]

[Bedivere just never shows up at the Agency ever again.

Also, good job on holding him down, because he's definitely trying to thrust up into Dazai's mouth. He tries to say something else too, but it comes out as a garble of sounds as he spills over into Dazai's mouth.

Be careful though, Dazai. As he comes, his instinct is to squeeze his legs shut. Don't get trapped between his knees!]

[And Atsushi does?

Dazai has to be careful to not choke, down to blocking Bedivere's leg with his one arm and, to his dismay, having to back in the middle of swallowing. Of course, this means his face is a right mess, and he smiles wryly once his brain catches up, leaning back down to part Bedivere's other thigh with his free hand in an attempt to at least clean up with very light licking.

...there might also be cum in his hair, but he'll deal with that in a short while.

At least no one's knocked?]

[Maybe this is why Atsushi is shy about joining the Agency at first. Even if nobody remembers him at that point, HE remembers everything.

As Bedivere comes down from his orgasm, he will carefully open his eyes and turn his head so he can peek at Dazai. That's when he sees the absolute mess on Dazai's face and in his hair, and he gets so mortified that Dazai will only see that beet-red fact for a moment before he's trying to cover it with his arm.]

I'm sorry! I didn't know it would make such a mess!

[Welp.

Dazai, on the other hand, looks like a cat that got the cream. He presses his face on Bedivere's thigh to muffle his snickers, making a mess there, and his shoulders are still shaking when he resurfaces, wiping his jaw with his thumb and cleaning it off just to be ridiculous and lewd.]

This, my dear knight, is called a facial. Not the kind that does wonders for the skin, although I'm gratified to be on the receiving end of your first, no matter how accidental it is.

[Don't mind him as he crawls up to plant a kiss - if not to Bedivere's mouth, then his arm. Because why the hell not.]

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I changed my mind! This is you being a tease!

[He isn't pushing Dazai away though, and the kiss does mollify him somewhat. For as lewd as Dazai can be, Bedivere will never get enough of him.

Which is probably why he stops trying to cover his face and instead goes to wrap his arm around Dazai, hugging onto him. He can be embarrassed and in need of physical contact at the same time.]

But all of that...it can't possibly taste good, can it?

[And Bedivere continues being adorable. Dazai's positively gleeful as he rubs their cheeks together - they'll certainly need at least a wash cloth after this, because tissue won't cut it.]

What, can't taste yourself in my mouth?

[A beat juuuust to let that sink in.]

But really, your diet affects the taste, and it's not as if you've inflicted upon yourself this era's unhealthier options. [Barring ice cream, but one popsicle doesn't count.] Just a bit salty. Nothing to make an actual drink out of, but having you react like this is its own reward.

[Their Shower is ruined, they'll have to shower again tomorrow morning. Probably after Bedivere repays the favor, because that's going to be messy too.]

...Ah.

[And he just. Buries himself against Dazai to try and hide how red he's getting. This whole thing is lewd in a way Bedivere has never even thought of before, and the fact that his first emotion upon figuring out what Dazai meant is excitement rather than being grossed out makes him feel dirty. He'll never be able to face anyone from the Round Table ever again.

Dazai might be able to feel the warmth on the skin of his shoulder, though.]

G-good to know.

[At least his shoulders aren't shaking, but his delight is obvious in his hum as he reaches up with his clean hand to card his fingers through Bedivere's hair.]

Now that you're sufficiently enlightened, I'll just say that you're more than welcome to cum on my face again.

[And really Bedi, your peers include two knights who star in two of history's well-known tragic romances ~~to say nothing of the other skirt chasers in their company, even excluding the wizard.~~ They will Understand, even if they're also prone to using euphemisms.]

[They will tease him endlessly, there is no escape. That's why he wants to escape it.

Bedivere lets out a huff before mumbling a response.]

Every time I think I've caught up with you, you show me all these things I never knew about.

[So Dazai's teasing is preferable. Good to know.]

Why, my dear knight, there are plenty of things in the bedroom that you've yet to discover! Not that we necessarily have to practice all of them - I'm not that extreme and I'm sure there are particular practices you'd really want to avoid - but just know that humans can be relied on to come up with a variety of ways to attain pleasure.

Shall I list a few things to guess what you might like?

[On the one hand, Bedivere is sure Dazai is teasing him.

On the other, learning the names of certain things so he can research them and surprise Dazai later does sound nice. And that wins out in the end.]

Hopefully they don't sound too displeasing?

[Lay it on him, Dazai.]

[Talk about a pleasant surprise! Dazai hums and kisses Bedivere's temple, warmth curling in his chest, unaware of what kind of surprises he might just be signing himself up for.]

Well, let's see. [And as he speaks, he'll stroke line after line on Bedivere's bicep, as if he was marking lines on paper.] There's edging - that is, delaying a partner's climax as much as possible. Some partners like to pretend having different occupations for the appeal of living out one daydream or the other. Then there are restraints, having sex on counters, pressed up against walls or bracing one's self close to a window, having a sex swing, using food as foreplay...

[A few of those are obvious misses he deliberately added just to see how Bedivere might react.]

[Oh, those are kinky. Bedivere is pulling himself back rather abruptly, but it's not to escape Dazai. Rather, he's pulling back just far enough so that he can gaze up at Dazai.]

I- you would really want those sorts of things? Even the food?

[The food one is definitely one of the odder suggestions. And he's not too keen on finding out what a sex swing is. But Dazai wants to pretend to be someone else, does he? Hmm...]

Not necessarily all of them.

[He taps Bedivere's nose - this is supposed to be about him, not Dazai.

(That said, it'd be a lie to say he's not interested in some of those suggestions. Roleplaying - even something as simple as having a different occupation - has a certain appeal to it, no? To be someone who isn't "Dazai Osamu," the suicide maniac drifting along in existence and plagued by one too many questions.]

That said, I won't say no to the food after your impressive display in deep-throating that popsicle the other day.

[Time for Dazai to roleplay being a damsel in distress for Bedivere to save- I mean.]

-ah. S-so that's why you were staring at me then...

[Bedivere makes a mental note to not be so suggestive when he eats in the future. Except when he's trying to get Dazai's attention in that way.]

[Look, he'd take it up to eleven, have someone play the dragon, cast the Agency as his dwarfs, and play at needing love's true kiss to awaken.... except he's going to look for a different fairy tale, because there's no need to repeat the whole Shibusawa fog incident.

Anyway - he clears his throat. Having that pointed out reminds him of what kind of unsmooth idiot he was at the time.]

Yup. You're a Grade A tease, and the worst part is that you're not even aware of it! I bet you don't even know how adorable you are, which is why it falls to me to remind you of such every so often.

Right, Mr. Cute Knight?

I-I suppose so, but it's so embarrassing!

[He's already covering his face with his hand.]

Please tell me if I do anything as lewd as that again, alright? I cannot be acting like a hussy in public.

[A hussy, hmm?

Given how Bedivere's gone and covered his cute nose, Dazai taps the back of his hand instead.]

There's nothing wrong with ladies - or gentlemen, for that matter - working in that profession. [He's rather fond of them, and not just because of sex - most of them have this particular kindness to them that's not entirely an act.] Neither can you control how other people will react given how relative attractiveness is - something as simple as drinking from a bottle of water, for example, can still be distorted through the lens of lust.

That said, I can inform you of any unintentional acts of blatant seduction that you might commit.

Please do, I don't want people making assumptions about me.

[Rather ironic, given Bedivere's own assumptions about people who work in particular professions. Though his prejudice is more a product of his time and less him actively trying to be mean. He'll unlearn those assumptions eventually.]

I'm not a public person, Dazai. I'm the least-known of all the Knights and I prefer it that way. The thought of everyone seeing me is...I think the anxiety alone would kill me.

[He remembers the differences between their times, which is why that reminder isn't as cutting as something he might give to some rando on the street. Not that he can truly discount how Bedivere's become so much more than a hypothetical hostile stranger, and he tucks a lock of hair behind the other's ear.]

You'll survive.

[In an additional selective display of tact, any mentions of, oh, surveillance equipment and double standards favoring beautiful people are omitted. Thing is, Bedivere's graceful enough to make anything lewd look tasteful and magazine-worthy. Or maybe Dazai's just biased.]

But fear not: you might be taller than me, but I can still hide your face with my coat.

[He's joking.

About the coat thing. Not the saving Bedivere's dignity thing, if there's an actual threat to it.]

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