[ it certainly keeps things in perspective, all that dirty talk. keeps things in line. while this isn't business at all, it's not anything with real feelings attached. it is just that, dirty. something that they sneak around to do. wherever they can. whenever they feel like. rough and demanding. which is fine. Katsuki, again, wouldn't really do this unless it was anything but.
and right now? "the world" really is fading. just a buzz, a nagging in the back of his mind that becomes more and more distant as Dabi just outright fucks him. and that's exactly what it is too. it's what they're here for.
the leg falls off and the blonde really is just hooking it around that stupidly thin waist. both of them actually lock themselves back there. it's not like Dabi is just going to stop, but it's definitely going to keep him inside Katsuki. probably drive deeper still. and he is enjoying it. hands scrambling and fingers digging into flesh - hopefully the parts that are still intact because those fireworks are still going off at his palms. he's rocking back, as much as he can. squeezing and bearing down on that dick. breathing heavy, panting.
then there's the bite. that is what gets Katsuki going. Gasping and almost choking. ]
[it's what makes it so indulgent. the freedom that comes with it. though hero and villain hover in the background, making it more scandalous than two idiots meeting for a fuck, getting lost in that carnal pleasure is worth the sneaking around. feeling his body against his own, the clench of heat around him in all those ways, and the sound of his voice going from proud and angry to a melted mess, all makes the price fair for the "dirt" this is.
shoving the wold away, each wettening slap of hip against hips, each breath closer and closer to letting go entirely, makes the rest of their lives fuck off in the best way. for all his focus on revenge, it's a relief to throw it away for a while.
feels good when his leg hooks around him like that. clinging to him, wanting him to fuck into him over and over. doesn't matter it's going to keep him from pulling out all the way. dabi's good with screwing katsuki only half a dick's length as he impales the blonde to the base each time. those exploding palms feel different depending on which part they burst at. against his healthy flesh, he feels the heat and bite of that impact. against the burn scars, mostly just the pressure bursting atop his skin. like when his fingers dig in and dabi cusses between his teeth. all husked around katsuki's throat.
he only bothers to listen to the protest enough to ease off the pressure, but stays there on his neck, sucking at the column and laving his tongue across his skin. faint indention of his teeth, faint pink of a weak hickey, things that would fade easily overnight. but damn, he felt katsuki tighten up hard from the "panic" of that bite. must've been a secret turn on... one day, he's not gonna listen at all.]
[ it's a relief to throw a lot of it away for a while. Katsuki and his need for perfection. to be the best. to not make mistakes. trying to play catch up to Deku and meeting expectations. worrying about that shitty nerd and what mess he's going to get himself into. all the way to All Might and the guilt associated with that. just letting it go. forgetting all of that even exists.
because he's closer too. letting all of it go and just feeling that dick hit places that makes the fire in his gut blossom and bloom. a coil that starts to tighten, ready to break. because by now? Dabi his good at hitting the spots. experienced in that piercing rubbing Katsuki's insides in ways that just make him forget. puts the racing thoughts to a screeching halt.
which is what he needs.
and Dabi is onto something. even more than Katsuki's dick sometimes, that neck is sensitive. it's more intense now, that fire bubbling. hot breath against his neck making Katsuki close his eyes tightly. and with Dabi so close, he can here the start of those higher pitched noises, about ready to fall. maybe one day he won't actually be able to keep himself from marking the blonde's skin.
that will be the day that he'll have a lot to explain. but it might not come, depending on how everything goes down. or, rather, how fast it will. right now, though, he's desperate to chase after his own release. alleviation from the pressure that seems to be building behind his eyes. ]
[good. because even if he's a callous bastard, it'd be a little insulting to have katsuki thinking of other people while dabi's over here fucking him into the couch. then again, not like either of them are thinking much of other people if their course of stress relief opts to fraternizing with the enemy. less fraternizing and more fucking. least it's another f-word. but katsuki makes it a damn treat.
it's fucking ridiculous what one piece of his body can do to the entire rest of it. probably would've acted a lot sooner if his fires had claimed his dick earlier. but at least he's still got that, sliding in and out of katsuki's ass and stretching that clenching grip over and over as he tries to get as deep into the blonde bombshell as possible. rutting him into the cushions, feeling his body rocking and bouncing beneath him. it's a thrill to screw someone strong enough to throw you through the wall into a fucking cuss-fueled stupor.
he knows his neck is a vulnerable spot. it's why dabi attacked it right in the rising peak of that pleasure. right now, he breaks from the suction and biting, focusing instead on panting over the glossy column and wandering his tongue along the ribbed surface. teeth find purchase again, nipping at the cords along the sides of his throat, half-charred lips finding spots where his neck merges with his collar. all it'll take is one two-day getaway and he'll leave this asshole with his neck looking like it got mauled. especially when it earns him these noises.
dabi swings an arm around and quickly fists katsuki's hair, pulling his head to the side to give him that much more a reason to pulse under him as he bites on the side of his neck. no longer fucking into him halfway, but more keeping his hips close and drilling him harder with shallow bucks. his pace from before's irregular, staccato as he feels his own release building. knows katsuki's proud and wants to "win" by coming second... but dabi's not about to let him. the next thrust and the rest following it slam right into the blonde hero's prostate.]
[ by now they can definitely hear creaking from the couch. must be a pretty cheap one, considering it even sounds like those legs holding them up might give out. wouldn't that be something - to break a piece of furniture in the middle of screwing each other senseless. again, it really is more fucking than fraternizing. though many wouldn't really see the difference...
cussing really isn't the only thing that Dabi is getting, fortunately or unfortunately. Katsuki can already feel the hot sting at the corners of his eyes. for all that he picks on Deku for being a crybaby... well the blonde also has moments where that's his response too. usually something upsetting. overwhelming. right now it's definitely the heat radiating off of Dabi's body along with the bites and the thrusts.
and yeah... Katsuki would actually LOVE to be the one to come out on top here, especially since the asshole had made the comment about him only lasting two seconds - completely untrue. and Katsuki can feel it coming. that need to just throw his head back; Dabi's doing a pretty good job of directing it to the side so he can bite and lick more. all the while Katsuki is clawing at the other's back. a two day getaway would be rather difficult -
he has one more thing to try though. one last way to try to get one over on the villain. Katsuki grips onto the other tightly. Then shifts, huffing from the dick still pounding at his ass, and uses the momentum to send them both off of the couch and onto the floor.
Bakugou's trying to pin Dabi to the floor to ride him. to gain some control. ]
[good to know the family whose house they invaded and promptly defiled opted to pick cheap furniture. dabi's burned a few beds before in his sexual exploits, but can't say he's ever had the pleasure of fucking one to pieces. touch on the pride to know he's the one fucking katsuki hard enough to get the couch groaning in protest as well. it's nice filler for the times the kid has to take a breath.
he drops his head, mouth hanging open so he can suck in heavier breaths. dabi's eyes wander over his partner's face, taking in all those amazing details. including the slight wet at the corner of those crimson eyes. it's tempting to lean in and capture one or two with his tongue, but instead, he picks up the pace, slamming into katsuki harder in effort to see more of them. already left his neck a semi-flushed and bitten column.
obviously someone's gone way longer than two seconds, but even dabi can feel the waves of tension thrumming through the blonde's body. knows he's close, each contraction and flex of muscle showing up on his body as he thrusts into him. he angles his hips again, determined to scrape across the "top" of his walls before driving back into that one special area that has katsuki all but arching on the couch in sensation.
only made better by the way those hands are raking at his back, blunt nails catching over the differing hemispheres of purple and fair skin. he hisses once when katsuki catches on a staple, but it's nothing he doesn't experience normally when fucking, so it just gets the younger man a sharp buck in the ass. bastard.
wait- the fuck?! his eyes widen at the sudden grab onto his body, hand tightening in katsuki's hard. what's he-? yank! rolled right off the damn couch. one hand instinctively goes out to catch himself, but in vain, and he cusses hard when his back hits the floor. no problem for katsuki to get on top of him like that.]
[ oh there will be time enough for trying to taste Katsuki's tears. after all this is hardly going to be the last depending on how things go thus there will be opportunity.
now what Katsuki enjoys, however, is seeing that look of surprise. that moment of "of fuck" before they hit the cold floor. of course this makes Dabi's dick hit deep and at an angle that actually does have the blonde arching and pushing a rather breathy moan from his lips. it hurts, but fuck. fuck does it feel good.
so his knees tuck against Dabi's sides. hands press down on the front of that asshole's chest to find purchase there. any staples that get pulled or tugged aren't really of any concern to Katsuki. not right now. because it's now Bakugou in control. he is the one that's riding Dabi, controlling the pace at which he moves his hips and how hard he comes down on that dick.
[so long as he doesn't want to try the favor in reverse. there's none of that left in touya's proverbial tank. unless katsuki likes the taste of blood.
don't expect him to recreate the "falling off a couch" impact of thrusts on his own, ya blond bastard. he likes his tailbone without a massive bruise on it. but hell if dabi doesn't grab onto the reaction it gets from katsuki and promptly gets his damn head back on his shoulders. god, he went so deep inside him with that little tumble, and the kid tightened up like a vice on him.
tugging staples aren't much a concern for him either. dabi's mouth hooks up at one corner and he plants a foot on the ground to give himself some brace. and fucks up into the blonde with a hard pace right as he comes down, meeting the powerful drop with a vicious snap of his hips. wanting to shove inside as far as possible. the sound is lewd, skin meeting skin, and dabi cusses from the pleasure.
so of course he does it again, letting katsuki ride him, but giving just as much buck into it.]
[ all of those tear ducts shriveled up, right? so no worries. Katsuki doesn't care about anything like that. not entirely.
what he does have interest in is what's going on here. because the blonde has definitely tightening up and his dick is absolutely leaking. his throat is red and entire body has a layer of sweat to it. makes him shine a bit in the dim lighting - as in street lights through a window.
Dabi does what Katsuki sort of expects him to do. of course the fucker would be driving up into him as hard as possible. it's fine because honestly it's good. so fucking good. he does fall forward, bracing himself on Dabi. the other is thrusting into him right as Bakugou is coming down and that makes it hit in all of the right spots. all of the right angles. but at least Katsuki isn't surrendering himself entirely like this.
though the waver in his voice and the tears don't really stop. his whole spine is on fire and that's exactly how he wants it. ]
[they're all burned up. if he cries, he bleeds. and usually not from the corners of his eyes at first. it's not exactly a pretty picture. then again, neither's he.
dabi'd have half a brain to sit up and really fuck him in his lap, but that requires both better core muscles and not having his lap be the fucking bounce house for this horned up, muscle-bound bomb of a teenager. feels too good to just lie here and slam up into him, watching all those sweat-glazed definitions flex under his skin.
and then katsuki falls right on top of him and it brings a grin to his lips immediately, teeth showing between them/] Hey. [just to be a shit. dabi cups his hand around the blonde's wrist, holding on as he drives up into him over and over. he's not tight anymore, instead he's squeezing around him on purpose, muscles shifting and contracting enough that dabi's getting dragged right towards his own edge. a few spurts of precum glazing his insides.
finally sweeps his free hand up and grabs the blonde by the back of the head before yanking him down into a heated kiss.]
[ and honestly it feels good to get Dabi hitting him deep with the slam of their hips together. and quite frankly? like this, a little pressed against the other, his dick is going to get some friction too. so Katsuki is really wanting to chase after that release now.
though his gaze shifts towards the asshole who happens to be grinning. probably at Katsuki's sudden shift in positions and the flushed expression on his face. there are times where it's a damn pain to be so expressive but right now? he gives no fucks. later he might call Dabi a bastard for holding him like that too but you know what? he can be a bastard too because he kicks up the pace, breathing out a rather salacious groan.
what really pushes him over, though, is the bastard grabbing him for a kiss. it swallows the moans and other sounds Katsuki could make. has been making. it's not 'nice.' all tongue and teeth and pulling and tugging. ]
[it's half the reason he grabbed his damn head and yanked him in for that kiss. tilting his own to fit his mouth more firmly against katsuki's, getting his breath stuffed between them before he shoves his tongue right into the younger man's mouth. he arches his stomach up, toned pushing against sculpted, and traps the blonde's dick between them.
letting it rub and shift in the flexing sandwich of skin, each thrust shifting katsuki forward a little before dragging him back down. wants to hear him pant and moan, but this damn kiss edges out on the "want" meter as dabi tightens his hand in his hair and slides his tongue around his mouth a few more times. pushing into him harder, bucking fast enough the kiss finally breaks because dabi's falling out of breath, this kind of exertion quickly winding up his physical exertion.
rapid bucks of his hips lose their pace, the rhythm's shot, all he cares about is that surge of pleasure rushing down his body, a sensation so fucking rare it's a goddamn overload whenever he gets the chance to experience it. fingers curl, he arches up on the ball of his foot, a sharp cuss rips out of his mouth as he shoves his forehead hard against katsuki's own and throws his hips clean off the floor with a ragged snarl.
heat explodes inside, bursting into the blonde's tunnel with one heavy spurt after another. dabi's stomach hardens with each contraction, head rocking to the side and rutting forward in throes of sensation as he pants and grunts, shoulders hiking with the spams of pleasure rushing over him. not stopping until he's fucking emptied everything out into katsuki.]
because he's rushing along for sure. it's to the point where now he can't quite sync up in time with the bastard's thrusting either. it's become a rather nasty, messy series of movements. all fighting for dominance in Katsuki's brain to register as the most prominent. overwhelming. overloading senses. because the jeers and the tauns are done. now it's only about feeling that last bit to push over the edge.
which when the kiss breaks, that's what happens more or less. his hands spark, but not much more than that. pressure builds to the point where that is all he can think about. so it's a half second before Dabi finally gives that Katsuki does. with a shout, a curse, his body tenses. almost seizes and his vision and brain go blank in a moment of pure bliss. like his whole body just gives at that point, head banging against whatever part of Dabi's chest that it lands on. ass tightening around that dick in something of a chokehold.
and when the other hits his orgasm? Katsuki chokes down another sound. a higher pitched tone lodged in his throat because of course the guy has to be inside him. it's hot - so hot - and fills him up in a way that he might need to spend some extra time in that fucking shower later. ]
[he'd be lying if he said he didn't find the frantic rush at the end to be one of the best parts. when control and focus were lost to nothing but that overwhelming pleasure, knowing the end was coming, right before everything goes completely white. every nerve in his body screaming in something other than numbness or pain, that deluge of pleasure soaking his brain better than any drug or substance he could take. fuck... it's one of the reasons this is addicting.
no spurts of fire from him; he has precious little left of his body an doesn't need to go burning any part of it for a few orgasmic flares. (not that it would hurt him.) within the throes of his own orgasm, that second addition seizes up atop him and doubles down on everything he's already experiencing. of course he's inside him; dabi isn't going to deny katsuki that sensation of having someone fill him up like that. it makes the kid react even more viscerally, gets him shoving against him and tightening around him until the villain's breath gets strangled.
and then it's over. dropped from a blazing high to the sudden dark cool that leaves him slumped on the floor. arms and legs falling wherever as he sucks in air beneath katsuki's weight. dabi's eyes fall shut, chest rising and falling against the hero's own. a different kind of good feeling, clashing with the way his brain starts to turn back on. no apologies for the heat inside. that's the price to pay for this ride out of here.]
[ not that Katsuki engages in anything like illegal substances or the like. the kid is far too conscientious of his body and its wellbeing for that. all the same, not every vice has to do the body harm. this exchange, this engagement, is really no different. same rush. same thrill. same sort of addiction since he does not give it up even though he should.
and thanks for not burning him alive in the heat of the moment there. it really helps since Katsuki would rather not be singed or have any real evidence of what he's sneaking around to do.
his own brain has turned off though. the only focus that he has, just laying there on top of the overwarm body, is breathing. remembering how to do that. in those moments he kind of forgets that there is more feeling than just sex. so gradually his other senses are starting to come back to life as well. the real question is, who is going to start shoving who and getting mouthy first. ]
[he has a body that's worth being conscientious of. he has a body he doesn't risk every time he uses that damn quirk of his. he has a body that has strength and power and genes that make it worth protecting. dabi doesn't. he's supposed to be dead. so why the fuck shouldn't he run his body into the damn ground so long as it gets him the pleasure to have a reason to continue forward another fucking hour?
drugs, sex, violence, revenge, bring it on. though... katsuki's right in that sex is one of the least damaging things to do. probably one of the reasons dabi's agreed. one of the reasons he's kind of addicted to it in the fun way.
hey, simple agreement. don't blow him up, don't get burned up. they're both dangerous and volatile and dabi finds that element one of the thrills of their liaisons. no one else has to know he's getting out and fucking around with dynamight.
dabi has even less tolerance for lounging with someone after sex. at least the cuddly kind. give him a smoke and something and he'll lie in bed beside his partner for a while. this? ... this gets him walking two fingers up katsuki's spine, across the nape of his neck, and into the blonde's explodey hair.]
[ look, even if Bakugou might be the type to lounge and that's a fact about himself he doesn't rightfully know because it's not like he does with with just anyone apparently he isn't going to really do it with Dabi of all people.
which is why the fingers up his spine get his head snapping up. a glare crossing his features and aimed right at the asshole that he had, up until a minute ago, seemed perfectly content to share in company with. he snorts, pushing himself up. purposefully pushing down hard on those ribs ]
Tch! As if I need reminded.
[ don't mind him as he's going to just remove his person from Dabi's dick, making a face at the mess left behind on himself and the asshole below. there's leaking and he hates that feeling more than anything.
which means he is immediately just going to step over the half burnt carcass buck naked like it's no bid deal to hunt down a shower. ]
[he certainly isn't the type to lounge in dabi's opinion. kid's got places to be, people to yell at, hero shit to do. not got the time to lounge around after a fuck and linger in the warmth of another person. dabi certainly isn't the kind to encourage that sort of thing either.
head's up, and dabi's not even looking at him. he's got his head turned, looking at the clock on the mantel above the fireplace. no power in the house, but an analogue clock doesn't care. it's ticking away. hey, katsuki's the one who bitched about a curfew earlier. don't get mad at him for reminding about it. wouldn't wanna miss that beauty sleep or get a detention for skipping out, h-]
Huuff!
[and there goes his breath. dabi lurches a bit, one arm flailing and his stomach hardening thanks to hands shoving into his ribs. dammit, brat! gets him sitting up slightly before falling back on the ground. ugh.]
You just did, brat.
[a small grimace and one-eyed wince follow through with that drag upward and finally pulling off his dick. yeah, that's a mess. on both of them. dripping out of katsuki and glazing dabi's torso. he sits up, feeling some of it running down his stomach. yeah, the leaking feeling. he knows that uncomfortable sensation.
carcass. wow, rude. he should turn this fucker into charcoal. but dabi gets to his feet and rubs at his hips once or twice before padding after him. like he cares about wandering around someone else's house in the nude. there's a shower bath combo, western style. tacky shower curtain to boot.]
[ good. suffer. be in a little bit more pain for wanting to be an asshole. that's what you get.
though Katsuki is just going to keep walking and inspect this bath and shower combo. definitely not using the bath function, though it would be easier to clean certain areas in the bath setting. regardless, Katsuki starts the shower. hot as it can go. ]
[oy, don't make him make you an even bigger mess. he might now have the best stamina, but he can certainly go a second round if he has to. lingering by the door, he watches the younger man work with the shower. two knobs, so that's fun, and apparently, after a few seconds, it's obvious that the hot water is NOT running because there is no power in the house. fancy that. so it's cold. and cold some more.]
Ya think I wanna walk out with all this shit on me?
[he's not the one who has to get back before time runs out. maybe you should think about that before delaying this with a fucking fight, asshole.]
Wasn't walkin outside in the moment either.
[big difference between getting katsuki's climax on him mid sex and having it dripping down his front while pulling his shirt on. a brow arches at the question.]
[ or maybe he should just not sneak out and do this at all. then Katsuki wouldn't have to worry about a curfew. period. though right now he's thinking about choking a particular someone. but Dabi would probably enjoy that too much. to a degree... ]
I'm saying that if I fill this damn thing up, would you actually be able to heat it or is the only thing you know how to do is burn up yourself and everything around yourself to a crisp?
[ does he have that amount of fine control or not? ]
[yeah but that wouldn't be as fun for either of them. and considering the mess dripping down katsuki's thighs, that fun was worth the curfew squeeze. dabi runs a hand through his hair in mild irritation, expression dry. why hasn't he torched this guy yet?]
doesn't matter how i use it, it'll still burn me up.
[might as well get that little misconception out of the way. so long as he reaches past his limit, he'll burn. whether he's blowing out a flamethrower or heating up the water.]
yeah, i can heat it up without torchin ya.
["fine control" was NOT what daddy dearest ever bothered to teach him. he's had to teach himself what scrappy levels of that he does have.]
[ Well he's still going to start filling the tub. it's kind of a 50/50 on whether or not he actually cares if Dabi burns himself up or not.
Katsuki might like what they do, but the asshole in question? Tch! ]
I get that, but there's some sort of limit. Like, your body can take so much up to a certain point. That means that you should be able to bring your body temperature up to that point without fucking hurting yourself in the process.
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Date: 4/8/22 03:06 (UTC)and right now? "the world" really is fading. just a buzz, a nagging in the back of his mind that becomes more and more distant as Dabi just outright fucks him. and that's exactly what it is too. it's what they're here for.
the leg falls off and the blonde really is just hooking it around that stupidly thin waist. both of them actually lock themselves back there. it's not like Dabi is just going to stop, but it's definitely going to keep him inside Katsuki. probably drive deeper still. and he is enjoying it. hands scrambling and fingers digging into flesh - hopefully the parts that are still intact because those fireworks are still going off at his palms. he's rocking back, as much as he can. squeezing and bearing down on that dick. breathing heavy, panting.
then there's the bite. that is what gets Katsuki going. Gasping and almost choking. ]
Fuck! No marks!
[ not where people can potentially see anyway. ]
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Date: 4/8/22 03:44 (UTC)shoving the wold away, each wettening slap of hip against hips, each breath closer and closer to letting go entirely, makes the rest of their lives fuck off in the best way. for all his focus on revenge, it's a relief to throw it away for a while.
feels good when his leg hooks around him like that. clinging to him, wanting him to fuck into him over and over. doesn't matter it's going to keep him from pulling out all the way. dabi's good with screwing katsuki only half a dick's length as he impales the blonde to the base each time. those exploding palms feel different depending on which part they burst at. against his healthy flesh, he feels the heat and bite of that impact. against the burn scars, mostly just the pressure bursting atop his skin. like when his fingers dig in and dabi cusses between his teeth. all husked around katsuki's throat.
he only bothers to listen to the protest enough to ease off the pressure, but stays there on his neck, sucking at the column and laving his tongue across his skin. faint indention of his teeth, faint pink of a weak hickey, things that would fade easily overnight. but damn, he felt katsuki tighten up hard from the "panic" of that bite. must've been a secret turn on... one day, he's not gonna listen at all.]
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Date: 4/8/22 04:07 (UTC)because he's closer too. letting all of it go and just feeling that dick hit places that makes the fire in his gut blossom and bloom. a coil that starts to tighten, ready to break. because by now? Dabi his good at hitting the spots. experienced in that piercing rubbing Katsuki's insides in ways that just make him forget. puts the racing thoughts to a screeching halt.
which is what he needs.
and Dabi is onto something. even more than Katsuki's dick sometimes, that neck is sensitive. it's more intense now, that fire bubbling. hot breath against his neck making Katsuki close his eyes tightly. and with Dabi so close, he can here the start of those higher pitched noises, about ready to fall. maybe one day he won't actually be able to keep himself from marking the blonde's skin.
that will be the day that he'll have a lot to explain. but it might not come, depending on how everything goes down. or, rather, how fast it will. right now, though, he's desperate to chase after his own release. alleviation from the pressure that seems to be building behind his eyes. ]
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Date: 4/8/22 06:01 (UTC)it's fucking ridiculous what one piece of his body can do to the entire rest of it. probably would've acted a lot sooner if his fires had claimed his dick earlier. but at least he's still got that, sliding in and out of katsuki's ass and stretching that clenching grip over and over as he tries to get as deep into the blonde bombshell as possible. rutting him into the cushions, feeling his body rocking and bouncing beneath him. it's a thrill to screw someone strong enough to throw you through the wall into a fucking cuss-fueled stupor.
he knows his neck is a vulnerable spot. it's why dabi attacked it right in the rising peak of that pleasure. right now, he breaks from the suction and biting, focusing instead on panting over the glossy column and wandering his tongue along the ribbed surface. teeth find purchase again, nipping at the cords along the sides of his throat, half-charred lips finding spots where his neck merges with his collar. all it'll take is one two-day getaway and he'll leave this asshole with his neck looking like it got mauled. especially when it earns him these noises.
dabi swings an arm around and quickly fists katsuki's hair, pulling his head to the side to give him that much more a reason to pulse under him as he bites on the side of his neck. no longer fucking into him halfway, but more keeping his hips close and drilling him harder with shallow bucks. his pace from before's irregular, staccato as he feels his own release building. knows katsuki's proud and wants to "win" by coming second... but dabi's not about to let him. the next thrust and the rest following it slam right into the blonde hero's prostate.]
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Date: 4/9/22 03:39 (UTC)cussing really isn't the only thing that Dabi is getting, fortunately or unfortunately. Katsuki can already feel the hot sting at the corners of his eyes. for all that he picks on Deku for being a crybaby... well the blonde also has moments where that's his response too. usually something upsetting. overwhelming. right now it's definitely the heat radiating off of Dabi's body along with the bites and the thrusts.
and yeah... Katsuki would actually LOVE to be the one to come out on top here, especially since the asshole had made the comment about him only lasting two seconds - completely untrue. and Katsuki can feel it coming. that need to just throw his head back; Dabi's doing a pretty good job of directing it to the side so he can bite and lick more. all the while Katsuki is clawing at the other's back. a two day getaway would be rather difficult -
he has one more thing to try though. one last way to try to get one over on the villain. Katsuki grips onto the other tightly. Then shifts, huffing from the dick still pounding at his ass, and uses the momentum to send them both off of the couch and onto the floor.
Bakugou's trying to pin Dabi to the floor to ride him. to gain some control. ]
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Date: 4/9/22 17:19 (UTC)he drops his head, mouth hanging open so he can suck in heavier breaths. dabi's eyes wander over his partner's face, taking in all those amazing details. including the slight wet at the corner of those crimson eyes. it's tempting to lean in and capture one or two with his tongue, but instead, he picks up the pace, slamming into katsuki harder in effort to see more of them. already left his neck a semi-flushed and bitten column.
obviously someone's gone way longer than two seconds, but even dabi can feel the waves of tension thrumming through the blonde's body. knows he's close, each contraction and flex of muscle showing up on his body as he thrusts into him. he angles his hips again, determined to scrape across the "top" of his walls before driving back into that one special area that has katsuki all but arching on the couch in sensation.
only made better by the way those hands are raking at his back, blunt nails catching over the differing hemispheres of purple and fair skin. he hisses once when katsuki catches on a staple, but it's nothing he doesn't experience normally when fucking, so it just gets the younger man a sharp buck in the ass. bastard.
wait- the fuck?! his eyes widen at the sudden grab onto his body, hand tightening in katsuki's hard. what's he-? yank! rolled right off the damn couch. one hand instinctively goes out to catch himself, but in vain, and he cusses hard when his back hits the floor. no problem for katsuki to get on top of him like that.]
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Date: 4/9/22 17:45 (UTC)depending on how things gothus there will be opportunity.now what Katsuki enjoys, however, is seeing that look of surprise. that moment of "of fuck" before they hit the cold floor. of course this makes Dabi's dick hit deep and at an angle that actually does have the blonde arching and pushing a rather breathy moan from his lips. it hurts, but fuck. fuck does it feel good.
so his knees tuck against Dabi's sides. hands press down on the front of that asshole's chest to find purchase there. any staples that get pulled or tugged aren't really of any concern to Katsuki. not right now. because it's now Bakugou in control. he is the one that's riding Dabi, controlling the pace at which he moves his hips and how hard he comes down on that dick.
for now. ]
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Date: 4/9/22 23:02 (UTC)don't expect him to recreate the "falling off a couch" impact of thrusts on his own, ya blond bastard. he likes his tailbone without a massive bruise on it. but hell if dabi doesn't grab onto the reaction it gets from katsuki and promptly gets his damn head back on his shoulders. god, he went so deep inside him with that little tumble, and the kid tightened up like a vice on him.
tugging staples aren't much a concern for him either. dabi's mouth hooks up at one corner and he plants a foot on the ground to give himself some brace. and fucks up into the blonde with a hard pace right as he comes down, meeting the powerful drop with a vicious snap of his hips. wanting to shove inside as far as possible. the sound is lewd, skin meeting skin, and dabi cusses from the pleasure.
so of course he does it again, letting katsuki ride him, but giving just as much buck into it.]
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Date: 4/10/22 04:36 (UTC)what he does have interest in is what's going on here. because the blonde has definitely tightening up and his dick is absolutely leaking. his throat is red and entire body has a layer of sweat to it. makes him shine a bit in the dim lighting - as in street lights through a window.
Dabi does what Katsuki sort of expects him to do. of course the fucker would be driving up into him as hard as possible. it's fine because honestly it's good. so fucking good. he does fall forward, bracing himself on Dabi. the other is thrusting into him right as Bakugou is coming down and that makes it hit in all of the right spots. all of the right angles. but at least Katsuki isn't surrendering himself entirely like this.
though the waver in his voice and the tears don't really stop. his whole spine is on fire and that's exactly how he wants it. ]
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Date: 4/10/22 05:31 (UTC)dabi'd have half a brain to sit up and really fuck him in his lap, but that requires both better core muscles and not having his lap be the fucking bounce house for this horned up, muscle-bound bomb of a teenager. feels too good to just lie here and slam up into him, watching all those sweat-glazed definitions flex under his skin.
and then katsuki falls right on top of him and it brings a grin to his lips immediately, teeth showing between them/] Hey. [just to be a shit. dabi cups his hand around the blonde's wrist, holding on as he drives up into him over and over. he's not tight anymore, instead he's squeezing around him on purpose, muscles shifting and contracting enough that dabi's getting dragged right towards his own edge. a few spurts of precum glazing his insides.
finally sweeps his free hand up and grabs the blonde by the back of the head before yanking him down into a heated kiss.]
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Date: 4/12/22 01:14 (UTC)though his gaze shifts towards the asshole who happens to be grinning. probably at Katsuki's sudden shift in positions and the flushed expression on his face. there are times where it's a damn pain to be so expressive but right now? he gives no fucks. later he might call Dabi a bastard for holding him like that too but you know what? he can be a bastard too because he kicks up the pace, breathing out a rather salacious groan.
what really pushes him over, though, is the bastard grabbing him for a kiss. it swallows the moans and other sounds Katsuki could make. has been making. it's not 'nice.' all tongue and teeth and pulling and tugging. ]
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Date: 4/12/22 01:43 (UTC)letting it rub and shift in the flexing sandwich of skin, each thrust shifting katsuki forward a little before dragging him back down. wants to hear him pant and moan, but this damn kiss edges out on the "want" meter as dabi tightens his hand in his hair and slides his tongue around his mouth a few more times. pushing into him harder, bucking fast enough the kiss finally breaks because dabi's falling out of breath, this kind of exertion quickly winding up his physical exertion.
rapid bucks of his hips lose their pace, the rhythm's shot, all he cares about is that surge of pleasure rushing down his body, a sensation so fucking rare it's a goddamn overload whenever he gets the chance to experience it. fingers curl, he arches up on the ball of his foot, a sharp cuss rips out of his mouth as he shoves his forehead hard against katsuki's own and throws his hips clean off the floor with a ragged snarl.
heat explodes inside, bursting into the blonde's tunnel with one heavy spurt after another. dabi's stomach hardens with each contraction, head rocking to the side and rutting forward in throes of sensation as he pants and grunts, shoulders hiking with the spams of pleasure rushing over him. not stopping until he's fucking emptied everything out into katsuki.]
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Date: 4/12/22 02:18 (UTC)because he's rushing along for sure. it's to the point where now he can't quite sync up in time with the bastard's thrusting either. it's become a rather nasty, messy series of movements. all fighting for dominance in Katsuki's brain to register as the most prominent. overwhelming. overloading senses. because the jeers and the tauns are done. now it's only about feeling that last bit to push over the edge.
which when the kiss breaks, that's what happens more or less. his hands spark, but not much more than that. pressure builds to the point where that is all he can think about. so it's a half second before Dabi finally gives that Katsuki does. with a shout, a curse, his body tenses. almost seizes and his vision and brain go blank in a moment of pure bliss. like his whole body just gives at that point, head banging against whatever part of Dabi's chest that it lands on. ass tightening around that dick in something of a chokehold.
and when the other hits his orgasm? Katsuki chokes down another sound. a higher pitched tone lodged in his throat because of course the guy has to be inside him. it's hot - so hot - and fills him up in a way that he might need to spend some extra time in that fucking shower later. ]
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Date: 4/12/22 03:14 (UTC)no spurts of fire from him; he has precious little left of his body an doesn't need to go burning any part of it for a few orgasmic flares. (not that it would hurt him.) within the throes of his own orgasm, that second addition seizes up atop him and doubles down on everything he's already experiencing. of course he's inside him; dabi isn't going to deny katsuki that sensation of having someone fill him up like that. it makes the kid react even more viscerally, gets him shoving against him and tightening around him until the villain's breath gets strangled.
and then it's over. dropped from a blazing high to the sudden dark cool that leaves him slumped on the floor. arms and legs falling wherever as he sucks in air beneath katsuki's weight. dabi's eyes fall shut, chest rising and falling against the hero's own. a different kind of good feeling, clashing with the way his brain starts to turn back on. no apologies for the heat inside. that's the price to pay for this ride out of here.]
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Date: 4/12/22 22:40 (UTC)and thanks for not burning him alive in the heat of the moment there. it really helps since Katsuki would rather not be singed or have any real evidence of what he's sneaking around to do.
his own brain has turned off though. the only focus that he has, just laying there on top of the overwarm body, is breathing. remembering how to do that. in those moments he kind of forgets that there is more feeling than just sex. so gradually his other senses are starting to come back to life as well. the real question is, who is going to start shoving who and getting mouthy first. ]
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Date: 4/13/22 00:08 (UTC)drugs, sex, violence, revenge, bring it on. though... katsuki's right in that sex is one of the least damaging things to do. probably one of the reasons dabi's agreed. one of the reasons he's kind of addicted to it in the fun way.
hey, simple agreement. don't blow him up, don't get burned up. they're both dangerous and volatile and dabi finds that element one of the thrills of their liaisons. no one else has to know he's getting out and fucking around with dynamight.
dabi has even less tolerance for lounging with someone after sex. at least the cuddly kind. give him a smoke and something and he'll lie in bed beside his partner for a while. this? ... this gets him walking two fingers up katsuki's spine, across the nape of his neck, and into the blonde's explodey hair.]
Don't ya got a curfew, kid?
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Date: 4/13/22 01:01 (UTC)and that's a fact about himself he doesn't rightfully know because it's not like he does with with just anyone apparentlyhe isn't going to really do it with Dabi of all people.which is why the fingers up his spine get his head snapping up. a glare crossing his features and aimed right at the asshole that he had, up until a minute ago, seemed perfectly content to share in company with. he snorts, pushing himself up. purposefully pushing down hard on those ribs ]
Tch! As if I need reminded.
[ don't mind him as he's going to just remove his person from Dabi's dick, making a face at the mess left behind on himself and the asshole below. there's leaking and he hates that feeling more than anything.
which means he is immediately just going to step over the half burnt carcass buck naked like it's no bid deal to hunt down a shower. ]
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Date: 4/13/22 01:48 (UTC)head's up, and dabi's not even looking at him. he's got his head turned, looking at the clock on the mantel above the fireplace. no power in the house, but an analogue clock doesn't care. it's ticking away. hey, katsuki's the one who bitched about a curfew earlier. don't get mad at him for reminding about it. wouldn't wanna miss that beauty sleep or get a detention for skipping out, h-]
Huuff!
[and there goes his breath. dabi lurches a bit, one arm flailing and his stomach hardening thanks to hands shoving into his ribs. dammit, brat! gets him sitting up slightly before falling back on the ground. ugh.]
You just did, brat.
[a small grimace and one-eyed wince follow through with that drag upward and finally pulling off his dick. yeah, that's a mess. on both of them. dripping out of katsuki and glazing dabi's torso. he sits up, feeling some of it running down his stomach. yeah, the leaking feeling. he knows that uncomfortable sensation.
carcass. wow, rude. he should turn this fucker into charcoal. but dabi gets to his feet and rubs at his hips once or twice before padding after him. like he cares about wandering around someone else's house in the nude. there's a shower bath combo, western style. tacky shower curtain to boot.]
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Date: 4/13/22 02:42 (UTC)though Katsuki is just going to keep walking and inspect this bath and shower combo. definitely not using the bath function, though it would be easier to clean certain areas in the bath setting. regardless, Katsuki starts the shower. hot as it can go. ]
The hell you followin' after me for?
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Date: 4/13/22 02:57 (UTC)Ya think I wanna walk out with all this shit on me?
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Date: 4/13/22 03:02 (UTC)but augh. great. just peachy. might have forgotten the detail about the power and thus water heater not going to work. this is going to suck. ]
Weren't complaining about it in the moment.
[ is he really going to have to - ]
Think you can use your Quirk for something other than burning and melting shit?
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Date: 4/13/22 03:51 (UTC)Wasn't walkin outside in the moment either.
[big difference between getting katsuki's climax on him mid sex and having it dripping down his front while pulling his shirt on. a brow arches at the question.]
It's fire. What else does it do, idiot?
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Date: 4/13/22 19:31 (UTC)I'm saying that if I fill this damn thing up, would you actually be able to heat it or is the only thing you know how to do is burn up yourself and everything around yourself to a crisp?
[ does he have that amount of fine control or not? ]
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Date: 4/13/22 20:24 (UTC)doesn't matter how i use it, it'll still burn me up.
[might as well get that little misconception out of the way. so long as he reaches past his limit, he'll burn. whether he's blowing out a flamethrower or heating up the water.]
yeah, i can heat it up without torchin ya.
["fine control" was NOT what daddy dearest ever bothered to teach him. he's had to teach himself what scrappy levels of that he does have.]
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Date: 4/14/22 03:01 (UTC)Katsuki might like what they do, but the asshole in question? Tch! ]
I get that, but there's some sort of limit. Like, your body can take so much up to a certain point. That means that you should be able to bring your body temperature up to that point without fucking hurting yourself in the process.
[ right? isn't he right? ]
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