dazai’s favorite place to kiss you is your hands. he’ll tenderly cradle them between his own, kissing your palms, your wrists, your knuckles. when he’s feeling annoying, he’ll poke his tongue out to try to lick you and laugh when you yell at him, only to pull you against his chest with a happy sigh, nuzzling into your neck. his favorite place to be kissed is on his forehead. he adores the feeling of your nails against his scalp, pushing back his bangs or tucking them behind his ear. you’re always so gentle, like you’re trying to take away his mental turmoil. it takes everything in him to ignore the urge to distance himself, already holding you as close as he possibly can.
