[oi oi. they're not even your sheets. no need to get mad about that.
dabi imagines a lot of things. this is not one of them. this is real. every touch and tactile sensation. for someone who has less than 80% of his body with any sensitive real estate, the brush of skin and teeth feel amazing. dabi barely "feels" bakugou's hair brushing his throat and chin.]
This part right here... [and slowly traces his other hand along the front of the blonde's throat, middle fingers sliding up the center of his trachea and skimming a blunt nail across his voice box.] ...doesn't agree.
[though he'll probably get that area with his tongue later. dabi doesn't mind a lack of gentle. he can't even feel gentle on the burned parts anymore.]
Thought so.
[his tongue lingers right in front of katsuki's, almost as if daring the other serpentine muscle to strike at him or force him back... at least until saliva drips off it onto the blonde's waiting tongue. dabi huffs in amusement before shoving it in, ready and eager to "fight" for a place in that vulgar mouth.]
[ all it means is that it probably is almost overstimulating for someone that barely feels much at all, right? for Bakugou, it's primarily because he doesn't like people touching him. barely allows Kirishima to get away with it and tolerates it in spells from his other classmates.
and he gets what Dabi is eluding to. the other guy can probably feel Katsuki swallowing as those nails dance over that part of his throat. it'd be so easy to burn the blonde to ashes.
now Bakugou would throw another comment out there really. he would but there's that whole matter of who is going to find whose mouth first. because if Dabi is issuing a silent challenge, of course Katsuki is taking it, unable to really stop himself story of his life when being challenged. so yes there is a fight and it is as much of a struggle as their "sparring" might have been. and Katsuki's not shy enough to not use that hand in Dabi's hair for an advantage - or leverage. ]
[more or less. dabi's always been the lone wolf of the league, not liking the others getting close or touching him. twice got away with it because twice doesn't care. but for all that overly-sensitive responses of his remaining skin, just cause the nerves at the surface of his burnt skin are dead, the ones underneath are still raw. and occasionally screaming.
bakugou's hand in his hair is a strange but welcomed sensation, carding across his scalp and leaving what feels like lines across his head that linger for a bit after they pass. as the blonde's throat dips under his swallow, he chase the gulp down, zipping his finger from the top of his neck to the base right in the hollow above his collar bones.
a soft grunt escapes his lips when said hand in his hair decides to enter the tongue-fought fray, distracting him enough to give the blonde's an advantage. before he swiftly tries flattening his own against katsuki's and shoving it down into he wet base of his mouth. challenges aren't fun if you give up so quickly... meaning dabi's taking hold of the hero's chin and squeezing lightly on either side of his jaws.]
[ bastard. that's about the only thought Katsuki has when he feels those fingers. now he doesn't like the cold, mind. much prefers the heat. but the touch Dabi leaves behind is like a reminder about the saying "when you play with fire." because it always lingers and it makes his skin prickle and shoulders tense in a repressed reaction.
can't let the asshole know that it's something of a thrill. at least not so early on. challenges aren't fun if you give up so quickly.
the angle of their mouths is just so damn awkward. fuck this guy for deciding that an upside down make out session is the way to go about it. and fuck if it's not working too noses don't quite line up the way that they should. even their tongues don't really line up in a way to give any one person the advantage. Dabi can press down but Katsuki can just press back up.
a growl vibrates the back of Bakugou's throat as his jaw is squeezed, forcing open his mouth a bit further. that's all and well because his hair tightens and he tugs, as if to pull the other guy down so that kiss comes from more of the side than upside down. murder on Dabi's back? probably.
[he is. cold doesn't bother dabi at all, the heat's something of a coin toss. but it's not the temperature that makes his spine sizzle from nape to tail, rather the graze of fingers across what skin can still feel and the twine of tongues inside their mouths as that wrestle for dominance continues. he's played with fire all his life, and look at the mess it's made him.
and yet, despite literally fucking around with a bomb, there's the obvious rise of his pulse from this want. good to feel his heartbeat under his fingers, good to feel his breath on his lips, good to feel his fingers gripping at his hair and pulling his head to the point he wonders if katsuki's willing to break his neck in trade for turning the upside down makeout into something more sideways.
what, d'ya expect him to sit down beside all proper and pretty like for a normal smooch? maybe bakugou should't slouch on the couch like that, all but encouraging dabi to come over and be taller than someone for fucking once. chin against his nose, a plusher lower lip against his upper when it's normally never that way, and their tongues twisting with that slicker underside grazing over the tiny rasp of tastebuds instead of the normal top to top. who' the one who keeps promising they don't go with the "normal" flow?
squeezing his jaw once more, it's the pull on his hair and the possible threat of getting judo tossed over the back of the couch that finally makes the villain figure he should give his spine a break. dabi breaks the kiss with a low huff against his lips, tongue sliding out of bakugou's mouth.]
[ no way. there had been no expectation here. all proper and pretty? hell no. who needs that? if that's what Katsuki wants then he's pretty sure he could find some nice girl or guy at school to fulfill that particular need. Bakugou's fine like this, thanks.
honestly he doesn't even mind the positioning here, save for the fact that it just isn't possible to get one up on Dabi like this. there's no running a tongue over the soft palate of the mouth or anything like that. Sure can get under it though.
but he absolutely would toss this bastard too so there's that, even with everything going on. the thought crosses his mind in a bid to maybe pin down Dabi instead. that moment passes, but this time as they pull back, he makes sure that teeth do catch briefly on one of those staples.
brat indeed. of course as Katsuki pulls back a bit, he licks his own lips in a smug little smirk. ]
Yeah? You really complaining?
[ after another second of consideration, he releases the other. fine. move. ]
[good. cause that's not a service dabi provides. not without an extremely heavy dose of sarcasm and obvious disgust that would make it almost intolerable to enjoy. and would last of all but a few seconds. one of the reasons he kinda tolerates this kid; bakugou's not the proper type.
welcome to the thing call advantage. somewhat grateful he's not hauled over the back of the couch, dabi pauses when teeth catch on one of his staples. not out of pain or worry, but more checking to see if the blonde wants to go about pulling his skin off the sinew below. might bleed... nah, he lets go and the villain leans back completely, tongue flicking over the bitten staple. at least it does its secondary job: gives him some actual sensation.]
Not much to complain about ya. [ironically. but a show of good faith means he comes around the side of the couch and drops a knelt leg on it. doesn't even bother to sit properly as he leans in and kisses bakugou firmly once again, pressing a hand to his shoulder to attempt to shove the younger hero onto his back. or wherever he's gonna end up getting him. stretching out on the couch for a make out sounds good to him.
dabi's coat sloughs over his hips and legs, falling around the two of them as he opens his mouth and curls his tongue against the blonde's teeth, inviting him to try wrestling his down in the home turf this time. brief move and right back to it. distractions and delays won't do either of them favors now.]
[ thankfully, Bakugou isn't about pulling the damn thing off. maybe cause a little bleeding, but nothing more than that. the blonde still looks pretty satisfied as Dabi rolls his own tongue over the staple. ]
Tch. And a fucking crying shame I didn't get that on my phone.
[ because he'd sure as hell play that back at a different point - when Dabi is complaining. even so, red eyes don't actually leave Patches as he moves.
no need to sit properly though. that's not what they're here for. that mouth coming back on his own? that's what they're here for and there's no point in sitting because Bakugou is being pushed back by a hand. another time he could fight, but doesn't see the point. They're going to end up here anyway as his back his the cushion of the couch.
that tongue comes back too and this time Katsuki actually bites at it too. Dabi is inviting him to it after all. but then he's right back to trying to force his way into Dabi's mouth, first by rolling it and then by biting at lips if he has to.
he'll figure out where to put hands in a moment. ]
[wouldn't be the first time he's lost a staple or two during sex. some of the older ones don't bleed, but a fresh one might. he deals with it after sex anyways. doesn't mean he can't use his tongue to sooth a bit of the tug.]
Why do ya think I said it?
[more than welcome to try and get some immature blackmail on him, but he's pretty good about not letting it happen. even if he gives bakugou some good material every now and then.
back to the couch cushions and dabi consumes the blonde's mouth, not at all bothered about making out on someone else's couch in a house he broke into after setting two buildings on fire. it's a fun bit of foreplay before the real event. bakugou tastes good, the faint tang of sweat on his lips and ever-present spice in his mouth to mix with the scent of burning sugar and smoke lingering around him.
teeth bite his tongue and it squishes between the white, a small grunt leaving the villain's mouth at the spark of feeling. takes a second to wriggle and tug it, scraping along his teeth, before letting up and opening his mouth for katsuki to shove it inside. gets a small lip bite for his troubles, and then promptly bites down on the hero's tongue in payback. not hard enough to bleed, but give him a jolt.]
[ Oh he knows why the bastard said it. Sparingly might he have material but when he does... it's always in a way that he can't replay it later or save it for one of the "rainy days" where it can't be used.
so really Dabi is a bastard.
but one thing he is good for is this form of stress relief. Bakugou can at least admit to that in the back of his mind. somewhere. a pretty far back somewhere because the thing on the forefront of his mind is the fact that the asshole is definitely trying to devour his mouth. now he can't say that Dabi tastes amazing or anything like that. because honestly it's like a small inferno instead. maybe if molten lava had a taste... but what he likes is the fact that the guy doesn't treat him like he's a fragile thing.
so yeah bite at him back. it does make Katsuki jolt. huff and growl - telltale popping and cracking about his hands. not enough to actually blow anything up. enough to maybe leave some scorch marks on the couch. at least before a knee goes up between parted legs and Katsuki grabs onto that stupid coat. he's pretty determined not to give an inch. totally going to shove that tongue inside the waiting mouth and go for the back of the throat. ]
[it's what you learn from being on the run from heroes like this guy beneath him. learn not to leave traces or pieces of yourself for others to use when you're gone. with bakugou, it's on purpose so the blonde has more reason to come back for another dose of this bastard.
not that dabi hasn't had his own "need a hit" moments when it comes to the explosive brat. grabbing his mouth with his own and plundering it with his tongue is a heady experience. from the flavor on his taste buds to the wetness all over his tongue to the way katsuki's muscle is such an express and animated thing once he gets inside his mouth. no apologies for the nondescript taste of his own mouth. probably some kind of fire or something. convenience store diet doesn't really give him a zippy taste. but hell if he's going to treat the hero-in-training with any kind of fragility. does the kid look at himself? he's built.
could probably burn him to cinders and they'd still refuse to blow away in the wind. teeth nip at his tongue and dabi's throat vibrates in amusement when bakugou jolts. there's the tiny carpet bombs going off below him, leaving burn marks on the couch. even better. dabi's body tenses as a knee hikes up between his legs, but he promptly claps his legs together (awkward when he's the one on top) and slides back and forth against he trapped limb. tongue in his mouth still waging war and he swallows as katsuki tries forcing it down his throat. easy, kid. that gets a small "huff" of blue flame against the arm of the couch.]
[ and it works, of course. Bakugou will keep coming back because he likes goddamn challenges. Dabi is one, unfortunately. fucking piece of work. both of them
fortunately it's not like Katsuki doesn't waggle that tongue of his enough. not like he doesn't strive to be the best at everything he can - even this. do he'll never tell how much reading on the subject he's done naturally he's going to be just as fiery here as he is in everything. if that means nearly choking this bastard by swiping it against the very back of the other's throat, then so be it. if it means rolling and twisting, to get the barest hints of whatever this guy must've eaten, that's what he's going to do ( gross as it might be ).
but the reaction of Dabi against his knee is what he had anticipated. what he had figured he wanted. Dabi rocking against it is exactly what should happen. if he hadn't then Katsuki would have been the one doing the rubbing - arrogant brat that he is.
maybe he can feel the smirk though, their mouths pressed so tightly together. that lick of flame is actually kind of fun. speaks of a lack of control. or further want. but he has to, eventually, pull back because oxygen is a much needed thing - much like to feed any growing flame after all. ]
[does he think he can corrupt the kid? hell no. not gonna waste his time on a fruitless effort. does he want to keep enjoying this escape and middle finger to the hero world? hell yeah. he likes it.
dabi's not gonna go bragging about how he ended up learning what felt good and what was wanted when fucking someone else. wasn't as pleasant as reading a fucking book (not that it was bad all the time either). but with bakugou's tongue pushing as far into his mouth as possible, the villain blatantly drops his tongue into the base of his mouth, flattening it to allow the blonde to reach towards the very-hot gullet at the back of his mouth. drip his saliva right into his throat. before smushing katsuki's tongue into the roof of his mouth because he has to swallow. (lucky for you, blasty, it was spicy jerky, so enjoy the taste of kinda-copper and some spice.) next time bring a damn toothbrush if you want it cleaner.
he's free to try rubbing it as he is. clamped between his legs, dabi has no problem humping the hero's thigh, pressing his growing arousal against the hard muscle and undulating his hips in lazy grinds. suggesting he's certainly done that before.
lack of control, further want, a flare of excitement, probably all three. damn oxygen. dabi draws back like a man coming up for air, sucking it in and breathing harder afterwards. fuck, someone can hold his breath. luckily he doesn't set the couch on fire. but no promise it'll survive this encounter.]
Greedy bastard.
[before pushing back from the arm and bakugou's body so he can promptly slap a hand down on the blonde's chest and start crumpling his shirt into his fist, crawling the hem up his stomach.]
Ya gotta curfew, dontcha.
[as if to excuse his sudden transition from kissing to stripping.]
[ wow. don't worry. if he really is all that concerned about cleanliness in this sort of meet up, then he wouldn't bother at all. Katsuki knows what he is getting into. or rather what could be getting into him? such is the way of these things.
though Dabi shoving the blonde's tongue against the roof of that mouth almost makes him cough. yes, yes. swallowing important. there's a lot of saliva collecting and to the point where it still connects their mouths even as they part.
and if the couch does survive the next hour or two - however long it takes - then Katsuki will consider it a personal failure. as of right now, he's half flopped back onto the couch, chest rising and falling with rapid breathing. ]
Yeah. [ greedy. he knows he is. ] As if you ain't.
[ neither one take issue with that. especially because the asshole is getting right to it, hand already working on Katsuki's shirt. exposing muscle; Katsuki is rather built, but the muscle itself is a bit pliant. meant for absorbing the shock and brunt of his own explosions, after all. he'll pulls his arms back for it to come off completely when the time comes. until then he'll continue to move his thigh and feel that hardness growing. ]
[good news is whatever has gotten inside him is likely dead, burned up by the sheer heat of his body. otherwise he'd be a lot sicker than he was, what with the staples and burns all over him without proper trips to a hospital. should be safe. sterilized. ironically.
can't blame him for liking it wet and messy. that shove is also another one of those power plays, letting him drag his tongue along the blonde's in a lazy curl before they break and he can swallow the melange of their saliva. tempting to go for another kiss, but he's a bit distracted by how bakugou looks.
the tossed position of his body, the rise and fall of his strong chest, making himself out to be a goddamn tease dabi wants to burn up and keep for himself. at least for a little while. odds are he's gonna burn the place down once they're done regardless. he's a dick.]
Always have been. Just like you.
[hooking his hand under the hem, dabi bunches the shirt up katsuki's chest, exposing the sculpture of his torso, and then strips it off his arms once his head ducks through the collar. felt this before, but it's never unimpressive. he leaves those shoulders of his out for show with his normal costume. tossing the shirt over head to wherever, dabi presses both hands to the couch beside the blonde's head and pushes himself up in an almost feline arch. eyes burn soft blue in the relative darkness.]
Missed the part where that's my problem.
[then drags backwards, deliberately scraping his arousal against the hero's thigh and over his knee before dropping onto his calf. gives him the freedom to work on bakugou's belt with some easy flicks of his fingers, tossing it open and popping his fly with a deft snap of his middle finger.]
[ it shows, too. that Dabi is distracted by Bakugou and the way that he's positioned. the little shit knows it too, from the way that his own eyes burn - a sharp contrast to that icy blue. he's smirking because he can see it in Dabi's gaze. so maybe the blonde is being a tease. A little on purpose, but not necessarily in a sensual way because fuck that. it's not who Bakugou is. more like just by being himself. an arrogant bit of a brat.
though there might be shouting if Dabi burns this place down in Katsuki's presence. because he might be obligated to actually do something about it.
however, he's staring too. not necessarily at the burns or anything like that. it actually is Dabi's eyes. it's pretty easy to get sucked in by them. feel like cornered prey in front of a predator. he'd feel small, if Katsuki would ever really allow himself that sort of thing. but instead he watches Dabi move down and then, of course, fuss at his belt and pants ( that always hang low anyway ). ]
Will be your problem if it keeps me from getting out again.
[ not that Katsuki can't feel his own dick causing said pants to feel tight. but he settles his arms behind his head. as if he's just an observer at the moment. as if he expects this asshole to cater to his needs. ]
[good thing dabi finds that brat just being himself attractive enough to enjoy such a sight. from the intensity in bakugou's eyes to the way he's smirking at him and not looking at all like he gives a negative shit about what's going on here. good enough to hold the villain's interest for a while. especially as he drags the trainee's zipper down with an unceremonious tug and then hooks his fingers in the hem along his hips to start dragging them off.
shout at him. not like he didn't hear a bigger blowhard blasting off in his ear while he was a kid. learned to eventually tune that shit out and do what he fucking wanted. (besides, he'll be happy to have the police chalk up another destroyed property courtesy of endeavor's villainous child. let another family yell at the false hero for getting their home burned to the ground.)
it's because katsuki doesn't feel intimidated or small under his gaze that entices dabi's mind as he shucks the kid's pants down his legs. might make a point of catching them on his dick on the descent to his ankles. then makes short work of his shoes because hell if he's going to deal with wrestling the fabric off over them, and finally strips them one leg after the other. kudos for baggy pants, but still not exactly enough to warrant the shoes-still-on permit.]
It's cute ya think you're that important.
[dabi wouldn't break into u.a. for bakugou anymore than katsuki would break out for him. this is a mutual escape that means nothing but amusement and some pleasure along the way. if not a proverbial middle finger to the world. that said...]
Gonna remind you that the moment I said I was ready to "jump" you didn't just ask "how high" but also "how far."
[ because that is exactly what happened. so yeah it's "cute" that he thinks himself so "important" which is more of an aspiration than something he actually believes to be true of himself but hey. who is the one that is coming out here to engage in that amusement and escape? that thinks it important enough to come out this way?
now he doesn't really fight what Dabi's up to. stripping down is all well and good. gets the job done and there most certainly is one to be had and they've fooled around. though really he could have kicked off his own shoes but eh. it's more entertaining to have Dabi do it all. ]
Look at you. Being a fucking gentleman and all.
[ since as soon as he can, Katsuki is going to reach and attempt to at least fuss at the fastening of the other's pants. yeah, the blonde's impatient too. ]
[don't make this sound like it's a once in a grand opportunity. he's as apt to catch a fish swimming past him out of curiosity as he is to let it go by cause he's too lazy to move. he puts the importance of coming out here square on himself and what he can get out of this. besides, as cautious as they are, neither of them is stupid enough to walk into an obvious trap.
yeah, except dabi'd rather not have this bastard go kicking his shoes off when he's sitting between bakugou's legs and "accidentally" kick in the face in the process. might have to bite him if he did that. like a feral dog. but it gets him what he wants and now those things are off, his shirt's off, and dabi can run his hands up the blonde's legs, starting at his ankles over his shins to his knees and up his thighs as he leans back over him to look down into katsuki's face.]
Had that kinda shitty background.
[brings himself close enough and high enough bakugou can grab at his pants. it's nice to feel that impatience. get the buckle undone while dabi grabs his shirt and pulls it up his stomach. already got rid of his coat when the blonde fussed about it earlier.]
[ nah, it's not a once in a grand opportunity. though Bakugou will certainly make it seem that way. That's just how he is, yes?
But eh. he would probably kick shoes in Dabi's face. just to be difficult. though right now Dabi is being the difficult one, moving those hands along bare skin as Katsuki is trying to focus. he scowls, naturally, but can't really deny the fact that the gaze is captivating. he most certainly can feel the fact that Dabi would like nothing more to burn him alive and keep the ashes. that might make his dick twitch more than the touches, even if flesh prickles with the skating up of hands. ]
Yeah? Don't bother being too much of one. Might think that you actually might like me or some crazy shit like that.
[ Katsuki's fingers move quickly. buckle? gone. belt? sliding off and tossed somewhere else. buttons and zippers? also undone and there's a hand moving in boxers to grab at the one thing he HAS come here for. ]
[whatever ya gotta do to make yourself feel important. guess some people lack the self-esteem, huh. dabi's not going to put him down for it. it's what makes the kid interesting.
yeah, called it. no shows in his face. dripping blood all over your sex partner isn't exactly a turn on for either of them. dabi keeps his hands busy, a mixture of greed and simple enjoyment of being a distracting asshole. what, never taught ya how to multitask in that great school of yours? katsuki's skin feels nice, smooth and warm beneath his fingertips and palms. tactile sensation in places he can still feel make things additionally intriguing for him, to say nothing of the way the cuts and definitions of his muscles flex and move under his skin. bastard. he never could get this toned... mother's a fucking bitch for that.]
Ya ain't the worst hero I met. Might be why ya still alive.
["like" him? hah. dabi doesn't "like" anyone outside of their usefulness to him. some are obviously more useful than others. but he can milk the enjoyment and pleasure he's getting out of bakugou's company.
that belt comes off easily enough. it's older and flexible from the use. a small sigh leaves his lips when his zipper and fly come undone, and dabi lifts his hips when the blonde reaches into grab his dick. hard, head already a little wet.]
[ oh multitasking is a very important skill that is taught and one Katsuki values. so go ahead. do as much as you can at the same time. the blonde can handle it. much like he is, ah, handling it, right?
though he does notice that the touch lingers on his muscular structure. makes him smirk. ]
Jealous, Patches? Could always give ya pointers.
[ and he knows. there's no "like" here. Bakugou just teases. plays the game because, like Dabi, he can't keep his fucking mouth shut. not even as they think about fucking, apparently. since the blonde is stroking the other through his boxers. Katsuki isn't going to have Dabi whip it out yet. maybe drive him a little crazy first. ]
[leave the lame jokes to other people. just enjoy having your hand down his damn pants and rubbing all over his trapped cock. the pulse of his flesh and the unique sensation of that four-rung frenum ladder piercing centered on the underside. bet that's not something he's gonna feel back in his class.
shit. that time he rubs a small nerve at catching onto dabi's admiration of his muscular structure, a far different build from the eldest todoroki's lanky, more wiry toneage.]
Pointers won't do shit. That bitch screwed me up since birth.
[even his own brother, nine years his junior is more physically built than him, and practically as tall as him. fucking sucks. so let him admire what he can't ever have and piss off about it.
free to keep rubbing him through his clothes while his hand continues to wander over the blonde's chest and stomach, tracing the curves and definitions, pressing to his sides, raking blunt nails down his ribs to his hips, and then pushing the heels of his palms from his pelvic v up to his collarbones.
doesn't bother stopping the buck of his hips into katsuki's hand, rubbing against him with a few heated breaths and a lazy grin. despite the way his eyes are drinking up the blonde splayed out under him. predatory, envious, hate and jaded admiration in the same gaze.]
Bullshit. You think this came from my old man? What about the hag?
[ Point here being that Katsuki had to work for this. Had to build it himself. so yeah that's the reason he doesn't bother hiding it. that's why he wears tight hero suits. tank tops. though the blonde has a different idea too. nothing wrong with lanky and wiry. there's a place for that too. lithe bodies are pretty fun too, in their own ways.
now Katsuki would agree about being screwed up. mostly in the head. somewhat. some of the opinions Katsuki might agree with, deep down. however nothing will change unless you become that change, right?
anyway. neither here nor there. because there's a piercing that's definitely caught his attention and if his fingers tease around it, then oh well. Dabi can deal. he can also deal with Katsuki once more grabbing those snow-white strands of hair and pulling the guy back down for another searing kiss. enough talk. more physicality. more rocking against that burnt and scarred body.
pulling on hair. teeth biting hard at a lip and a hand that is busy at work below the belt. Is there naything better than that? ]
[point here being that touya had worked himself as tirelessly as katsuki, tried his damnest to grow and train into the powerful bulk and muscle of endeavor, and still ended up with his damn runty body, ever smaller and weaker than any of his siblings. sometimes, hard work simply won't cut it. dabi would be prouder of his own body if it hadn't come from his pathetic mother being unable to even keep him inside her for the proper term length, and then his father torching the fucking skin off his bones. but it's also why he walks around with his face and arms exposed, that low-scalloped shirt showing his chest, letting everyone see the wreck he is because he loves the reactions and results it gives. far prouder of his quirk than his body.
yet still unable the occasional envy over what he never got. isn't like people don't find him attractive enough to fuck. go figure. at least he and katsuki agree on the change aspect. become the change you want to see, right? burn it all down. endeavor raised touya to become greater than him, to take down the no 1 hero, make sure the world knew endeavor's name through his son. well guess what, dad. you got it.
argument for another time. when dabi's not catching his breath and humming in pleasure as those fingers wander over the four slender barbells through the underside of his dick. piercings might keep his skin on, but they also go deep enough he can fucking feel something again. (dick piercings are just cause; he's thankfully not burned down there. yet.) rather likes the sensation bakugou's giving him by rubbing them.
another grab, another yank, and he drops over the blonde, kissing him back in a rough and aggressive response. pressing himself flush against the young hero and grinding to him. hips to hips, trapping katsuki's hand between their dicks as he thrusts into his touch and against his arousal.
yeah there is. it's called working on shucking his own damn pants further down. freeing himself a bit more as teeth bite into his lip and dabi grunts at the spark of pain and pleasure. he shoves an arm beneath bakugou's shoulders, scooping him up slightly and pulling his chest flush against his own as he tilts his head for another deeper kiss.]
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Date: 3/28/22 05:58 (UTC)dabi imagines a lot of things. this is not one of them. this is real. every touch and tactile sensation. for someone who has less than 80% of his body with any sensitive real estate, the brush of skin and teeth feel amazing. dabi barely "feels" bakugou's hair brushing his throat and chin.]
This part right here... [and slowly traces his other hand along the front of the blonde's throat, middle fingers sliding up the center of his trachea and skimming a blunt nail across his voice box.] ...doesn't agree.
[though he'll probably get that area with his tongue later. dabi doesn't mind a lack of gentle. he can't even feel gentle on the burned parts anymore.]
Thought so.
[his tongue lingers right in front of katsuki's, almost as if daring the other serpentine muscle to strike at him or force him back... at least until saliva drips off it onto the blonde's waiting tongue. dabi huffs in amusement before shoving it in, ready and eager to "fight" for a place in that vulgar mouth.]
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Date: 3/28/22 06:13 (UTC)and he gets what Dabi is eluding to. the other guy can probably feel Katsuki swallowing as those nails dance over that part of his throat. it'd be so easy to burn the blonde to ashes.
now Bakugou would throw another comment out there really. he would but there's that whole matter of who is going to find whose mouth first. because if Dabi is issuing a silent challenge, of course Katsuki is taking it, unable to really stop himself
story of his life when being challenged. so yes there is a fight and it is as much of a struggle as their "sparring" might have been. and Katsuki's not shy enough to not use that hand in Dabi's hair for an advantage - or leverage. ]no subject
Date: 3/28/22 06:28 (UTC)bakugou's hand in his hair is a strange but welcomed sensation, carding across his scalp and leaving what feels like lines across his head that linger for a bit after they pass. as the blonde's throat dips under his swallow, he chase the gulp down, zipping his finger from the top of his neck to the base right in the hollow above his collar bones.
a soft grunt escapes his lips when said hand in his hair decides to enter the tongue-fought fray, distracting him enough to give the blonde's an advantage. before he swiftly tries flattening his own against katsuki's and shoving it down into he wet base of his mouth. challenges aren't fun if you give up so quickly... meaning dabi's taking hold of the hero's chin and squeezing lightly on either side of his jaws.]
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Date: 3/28/22 13:37 (UTC)can't let the asshole know that it's something of a thrill. at least not so early on. challenges aren't fun if you give up so quickly.
the angle of their mouths is just so damn awkward. fuck this guy for deciding that an upside down make out session is the way to go about it.
and fuck if it's not working toonoses don't quite line up the way that they should. even their tongues don't really line up in a way to give any one person the advantage. Dabi can press down but Katsuki can just press back up.a growl vibrates the back of Bakugou's throat as his jaw is squeezed, forcing open his mouth a bit further. that's all and well because his hair tightens and he tugs, as if to pull the other guy down so that kiss comes from more of the side than upside down. murder on Dabi's back? probably.
Does he care? Naw. ]
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Date: 3/28/22 16:22 (UTC)and yet, despite literally fucking around with a bomb, there's the obvious rise of his pulse from this want. good to feel his heartbeat under his fingers, good to feel his breath on his lips, good to feel his fingers gripping at his hair and pulling his head to the point he wonders if katsuki's willing to break his neck in trade for turning the upside down makeout into something more sideways.
what, d'ya expect him to sit down beside all proper and pretty like for a normal smooch? maybe bakugou should't slouch on the couch like that, all but encouraging dabi to come over and be taller than someone for fucking once. chin against his nose, a plusher lower lip against his upper when it's normally never that way, and their tongues twisting with that slicker underside grazing over the tiny rasp of tastebuds instead of the normal top to top. who' the one who keeps promising they don't go with the "normal" flow?
squeezing his jaw once more, it's the pull on his hair and the possible threat of getting judo tossed over the back of the couch that finally makes the villain figure he should give his spine a break. dabi breaks the kiss with a low huff against his lips, tongue sliding out of bakugou's mouth.]
Brat.
[leggo so he can move.]
been wanting to tag on this the entire day at work man
Date: 3/29/22 01:44 (UTC)or guyat school to fulfill that particular need. Bakugou's fine like this, thanks.honestly he doesn't even mind the positioning here, save for the fact that it just isn't possible to get one up on Dabi like this. there's no running a tongue over the soft palate of the mouth or anything like that. Sure can get under it though.
but he absolutely would toss this bastard too so there's that, even with everything going on. the thought crosses his mind in a bid to maybe pin down Dabi instead. that moment passes, but this time as they pull back, he makes sure that teeth do catch briefly on one of those staples.
brat indeed. of course as Katsuki pulls back a bit, he licks his own lips in a smug little smirk. ]
Yeah? You really complaining?
[ after another second of consideration, he releases the other. fine. move. ]
damn right! looking forward to more~ (if the dw notfs stop fucking up)
Date: 3/29/22 02:28 (UTC)welcome to the thing call advantage. somewhat grateful he's not hauled over the back of the couch, dabi pauses when teeth catch on one of his staples. not out of pain or worry, but more checking to see if the blonde wants to go about pulling his skin off the sinew below. might bleed... nah, he lets go and the villain leans back completely, tongue flicking over the bitten staple. at least it does its secondary job: gives him some actual sensation.]
Not much to complain about ya. [ironically. but a show of good faith means he comes around the side of the couch and drops a knelt leg on it. doesn't even bother to sit properly as he leans in and kisses bakugou firmly once again, pressing a hand to his shoulder to attempt to shove the younger hero onto his back. or wherever he's gonna end up getting him. stretching out on the couch for a make out sounds good to him.
dabi's coat sloughs over his hips and legs, falling around the two of them as he opens his mouth and curls his tongue against the blonde's teeth, inviting him to try wrestling his down in the home turf this time. brief move and right back to it. distractions and delays won't do either of them favors now.]
:D i mean it's just not in good taste to tag this from the work computer >_>;
Date: 3/29/22 03:08 (UTC)Tch. And a fucking crying shame I didn't get that on my phone.
[ because he'd sure as hell play that back at a different point - when Dabi is complaining. even so, red eyes don't actually leave Patches as he moves.
no need to sit properly though. that's not what they're here for. that mouth coming back on his own? that's what they're here for and there's no point in sitting because Bakugou is being pushed back by a hand. another time he could fight, but doesn't see the point. They're going to end up here anyway as his back his the cushion of the couch.
that tongue comes back too and this time Katsuki actually bites at it too. Dabi is inviting him to it after all. but then he's right back to trying to force his way into Dabi's mouth, first by rolling it and then by biting at lips if he has to.
he'll figure out where to put hands in a moment. ]
oh but of course, we must be very tasteful at work~
Date: 3/29/22 04:12 (UTC)Why do ya think I said it?
[more than welcome to try and get some immature blackmail on him, but he's pretty good about not letting it happen. even if he gives bakugou some good material every now and then.
back to the couch cushions and dabi consumes the blonde's mouth, not at all bothered about making out on someone else's couch in a house he broke into after setting two buildings on fire. it's a fun bit of foreplay before the real event. bakugou tastes good, the faint tang of sweat on his lips and ever-present spice in his mouth to mix with the scent of burning sugar and smoke lingering around him.
teeth bite his tongue and it squishes between the white, a small grunt leaving the villain's mouth at the spark of feeling. takes a second to wriggle and tug it, scraping along his teeth, before letting up and opening his mouth for katsuki to shove it inside. gets a small lip bite for his troubles, and then promptly bites down on the hero's tongue in payback. not hard enough to bleed, but give him a jolt.]
lmfao i work for the government so yeah!
Date: 3/30/22 01:11 (UTC)so really Dabi is a bastard.
but one thing he is good for is this form of stress relief. Bakugou can at least admit to that in the back of his mind. somewhere. a pretty far back somewhere because the thing on the forefront of his mind is the fact that the asshole is definitely trying to devour his mouth. now he can't say that Dabi tastes amazing or anything like that. because honestly it's like a small inferno instead. maybe if molten lava had a taste... but what he likes is the fact that the guy doesn't treat him like he's a fragile thing.
so yeah bite at him back. it does make Katsuki jolt. huff and growl - telltale popping and cracking about his hands. not enough to actually blow anything up. enough to maybe leave some scorch marks on the couch. at least before a knee goes up between parted legs and Katsuki grabs onto that stupid coat. he's pretty determined not to give an inch. totally going to shove that tongue inside the waiting mouth and go for the back of the throat. ]
i'm in communications, so i know the pain. (but kudos for having a job)
Date: 3/30/22 01:28 (UTC)not that dabi hasn't had his own "need a hit" moments when it comes to the explosive brat. grabbing his mouth with his own and plundering it with his tongue is a heady experience. from the flavor on his taste buds to the wetness all over his tongue to the way katsuki's muscle is such an express and animated thing once he gets inside his mouth. no apologies for the nondescript taste of his own mouth. probably some kind of fire or something. convenience store diet doesn't really give him a zippy taste. but hell if he's going to treat the hero-in-training with any kind of fragility. does the kid look at himself? he's built.
could probably burn him to cinders and they'd still refuse to blow away in the wind. teeth nip at his tongue and dabi's throat vibrates in amusement when bakugou jolts. there's the tiny carpet bombs going off below him, leaving burn marks on the couch. even better. dabi's body tenses as a knee hikes up between his legs, but he promptly claps his legs together (awkward when he's the one on top) and slides back and forth against he trapped limb. tongue in his mouth still waging war and he swallows as katsuki tries forcing it down his throat. easy, kid. that gets a small "huff" of blue flame against the arm of the couch.]
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Date: 3/30/22 04:32 (UTC)both of themfortunately it's not like Katsuki doesn't waggle that tongue of his enough. not like he doesn't strive to be the best at everything he can - even this.
do he'll never tell how much reading on the subject he's donenaturally he's going to be just as fiery here as he is in everything. if that means nearly choking this bastard by swiping it against the very back of the other's throat, then so be it. if it means rolling and twisting, to get the barest hints of whatever this guy must've eaten, that's what he's going to do ( gross as it might be ).but the reaction of Dabi against his knee is what he had anticipated. what he had figured he wanted. Dabi rocking against it is exactly what should happen. if he hadn't then Katsuki would have been the one doing the rubbing - arrogant brat that he is.
maybe he can feel the smirk though, their mouths pressed so tightly together. that lick of flame is actually kind of fun. speaks of a lack of control. or further want. but he has to, eventually, pull back because oxygen is a much needed thing - much like to feed any growing flame after all. ]
yup~
Date: 3/30/22 04:56 (UTC)dabi's not gonna go bragging about how he ended up learning what felt good and what was wanted when fucking someone else. wasn't as pleasant as reading a fucking book (not that it was bad all the time either). but with bakugou's tongue pushing as far into his mouth as possible, the villain blatantly drops his tongue into the base of his mouth, flattening it to allow the blonde to reach towards the very-hot gullet at the back of his mouth. drip his saliva right into his throat. before smushing katsuki's tongue into the roof of his mouth because he has to swallow. (lucky for you, blasty, it was spicy jerky, so enjoy the taste of kinda-copper and some spice.) next time bring a damn toothbrush if you want it cleaner.
he's free to try rubbing it as he is. clamped between his legs, dabi has no problem humping the hero's thigh, pressing his growing arousal against the hard muscle and undulating his hips in lazy grinds. suggesting he's certainly done that before.
lack of control, further want, a flare of excitement, probably all three. damn oxygen. dabi draws back like a man coming up for air, sucking it in and breathing harder afterwards. fuck, someone can hold his breath. luckily he doesn't set the couch on fire. but no promise it'll survive this encounter.]
Greedy bastard.
[before pushing back from the arm and bakugou's body so he can promptly slap a hand down on the blonde's chest and start crumpling his shirt into his fist, crawling the hem up his stomach.]
Ya gotta curfew, dontcha.
[as if to excuse his sudden transition from kissing to stripping.]
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Date: 3/31/22 03:25 (UTC)though Dabi shoving the blonde's tongue against the roof of that mouth almost makes him cough. yes, yes. swallowing important. there's a lot of saliva collecting and to the point where it still connects their mouths even as they part.
and if the couch does survive the next hour or two - however long it takes - then Katsuki will consider it a personal failure. as of right now, he's half flopped back onto the couch, chest rising and falling with rapid breathing. ]
Yeah. [ greedy. he knows he is. ] As if you ain't.
[ neither one take issue with that. especially because the asshole is getting right to it, hand already working on Katsuki's shirt. exposing muscle; Katsuki is rather built, but the muscle itself is a bit pliant. meant for absorbing the shock and brunt of his own explosions, after all. he'll pulls his arms back for it to come off completely when the time comes. until then he'll continue to move his thigh and feel that hardness growing. ]
I do so you better not keep me over.
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Date: 3/31/22 03:50 (UTC)can't blame him for liking it wet and messy. that shove is also another one of those power plays, letting him drag his tongue along the blonde's in a lazy curl before they break and he can swallow the melange of their saliva. tempting to go for another kiss, but he's a bit distracted by how bakugou looks.
the tossed position of his body, the rise and fall of his strong chest, making himself out to be a goddamn tease dabi wants to burn up and keep for himself. at least for a little while. odds are he's gonna burn the place down once they're done regardless. he's a dick.]
Always have been. Just like you.
[hooking his hand under the hem, dabi bunches the shirt up katsuki's chest, exposing the sculpture of his torso, and then strips it off his arms once his head ducks through the collar. felt this before, but it's never unimpressive. he leaves those shoulders of his out for show with his normal costume. tossing the shirt over head to wherever, dabi presses both hands to the couch beside the blonde's head and pushes himself up in an almost feline arch. eyes burn soft blue in the relative darkness.]
Missed the part where that's my problem.
[then drags backwards, deliberately scraping his arousal against the hero's thigh and over his knee before dropping onto his calf. gives him the freedom to work on bakugou's belt with some easy flicks of his fingers, tossing it open and popping his fly with a deft snap of his middle finger.]
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Date: 3/31/22 04:42 (UTC)though there might be shouting if Dabi burns this place down in Katsuki's presence. because he might be obligated to actually do something about it.
however, he's staring too. not necessarily at the burns or anything like that. it actually is Dabi's eyes. it's pretty easy to get sucked in by them. feel like cornered prey in front of a predator. he'd feel small, if Katsuki would ever really allow himself that sort of thing. but instead he watches Dabi move down and then, of course, fuss at his belt and pants ( that always hang low anyway ). ]
Will be your problem if it keeps me from getting out again.
[ not that Katsuki can't feel his own dick causing said pants to feel tight. but he settles his arms behind his head. as if he's just an observer at the moment. as if he expects this asshole to cater to his needs. ]
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Date: 3/31/22 05:01 (UTC)shout at him. not like he didn't hear a bigger blowhard blasting off in his ear while he was a kid. learned to eventually tune that shit out and do what he fucking wanted. (besides, he'll be happy to have the police chalk up another destroyed property courtesy of endeavor's villainous child. let another family yell at the false hero for getting their home burned to the ground.)
it's because katsuki doesn't feel intimidated or small under his gaze that entices dabi's mind as he shucks the kid's pants down his legs. might make a point of catching them on his dick on the descent to his ankles. then makes short work of his shoes because hell if he's going to deal with wrestling the fabric off over them, and finally strips them one leg after the other. kudos for baggy pants, but still not exactly enough to warrant the shoes-still-on permit.]
It's cute ya think you're that important.
[dabi wouldn't break into u.a. for bakugou anymore than katsuki would break out for him. this is a mutual escape that means nothing but amusement and some pleasure along the way. if not a proverbial middle finger to the world. that said...]
But I'll keep it in mind.
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Date: 3/31/22 05:26 (UTC)[ because that is exactly what happened. so yeah it's "cute" that he thinks himself so "important"
which is more of an aspiration than something he actually believes to be true of himselfbut hey. who is the one that is coming out here to engage in that amusement and escape? that thinks it important enough to come out this way?now he doesn't really fight what Dabi's up to. stripping down is all well and good. gets the job done and there most certainly is one to be had and they've fooled around. though really he could have kicked off his own shoes but eh. it's more entertaining to have Dabi do it all. ]
Look at you. Being a fucking gentleman and all.
[ since as soon as he can, Katsuki is going to reach and attempt to at least fuss at the fastening of the other's pants. yeah, the blonde's impatient too. ]
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Date: 3/31/22 05:37 (UTC)[don't make this sound like it's a once in a grand opportunity. he's as apt to catch a fish swimming past him out of curiosity as he is to let it go by cause he's too lazy to move. he puts the importance of coming out here square on himself and what he can get out of this. besides, as cautious as they are, neither of them is stupid enough to walk into an obvious trap.
yeah, except dabi'd rather not have this bastard go kicking his shoes off when he's sitting between bakugou's legs and "accidentally" kick in the face in the process. might have to bite him if he did that. like a feral dog. but it gets him what he wants and now those things are off, his shirt's off, and dabi can run his hands up the blonde's legs, starting at his ankles over his shins to his knees and up his thighs as he leans back over him to look down into katsuki's face.]
Had that kinda shitty background.
[brings himself close enough and high enough bakugou can grab at his pants. it's nice to feel that impatience. get the buckle undone while dabi grabs his shirt and pulls it up his stomach. already got rid of his coat when the blonde fussed about it earlier.]
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Date: 4/1/22 01:28 (UTC)But eh. he would probably kick shoes in Dabi's face. just to be difficult. though right now Dabi is being the difficult one, moving those hands along bare skin as Katsuki is trying to focus. he scowls, naturally, but can't really deny the fact that the gaze is captivating. he most certainly can feel the fact that Dabi would like nothing more to burn him alive and keep the ashes. that might make his dick twitch more than the touches, even if flesh prickles with the skating up of hands. ]
Yeah? Don't bother being too much of one. Might think that you actually might like me or some crazy shit like that.
[ Katsuki's fingers move quickly. buckle? gone. belt? sliding off and tossed somewhere else. buttons and zippers? also undone and there's a hand moving in boxers to grab at the one thing he HAS come here for. ]
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Date: 4/1/22 01:49 (UTC)yeah, called it. no shows in his face. dripping blood all over your sex partner isn't exactly a turn on for either of them. dabi keeps his hands busy, a mixture of greed and simple enjoyment of being a distracting asshole. what, never taught ya how to multitask in that great school of yours? katsuki's skin feels nice, smooth and warm beneath his fingertips and palms. tactile sensation in places he can still feel make things additionally intriguing for him, to say nothing of the way the cuts and definitions of his muscles flex and move under his skin. bastard. he never could get this toned... mother's a fucking bitch for that.]
Ya ain't the worst hero I met. Might be why ya still alive.
["like" him? hah. dabi doesn't "like" anyone outside of their usefulness to him. some are obviously more useful than others. but he can milk the enjoyment and pleasure he's getting out of bakugou's company.
that belt comes off easily enough. it's older and flexible from the use. a small sigh leaves his lips when his zipper and fly come undone, and dabi lifts his hips when the blonde reaches into grab his dick. hard, head already a little wet.]
Shit, now we're gettin somewhere.
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Date: 4/1/22 02:11 (UTC)though he does notice that the touch lingers on his muscular structure. makes him smirk. ]
Jealous, Patches? Could always give ya pointers.
[ and he knows. there's no "like" here. Bakugou just teases. plays the game because, like Dabi, he can't keep his fucking mouth shut. not even as they think about fucking, apparently. since the blonde is stroking the other through his boxers. Katsuki isn't going to have Dabi whip it out yet. maybe drive him a little crazy first. ]
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Date: 4/1/22 02:22 (UTC)shit. that time he rubs a small nerve at catching onto dabi's admiration of his muscular structure, a far different build from the eldest todoroki's lanky, more wiry toneage.]
Pointers won't do shit. That bitch screwed me up since birth.
[even his own brother, nine years his junior is more physically built than him, and practically as tall as him. fucking sucks. so let him admire what he can't ever have and piss off about it.
free to keep rubbing him through his clothes while his hand continues to wander over the blonde's chest and stomach, tracing the curves and definitions, pressing to his sides, raking blunt nails down his ribs to his hips, and then pushing the heels of his palms from his pelvic v up to his collarbones.
doesn't bother stopping the buck of his hips into katsuki's hand, rubbing against him with a few heated breaths and a lazy grin. despite the way his eyes are drinking up the blonde splayed out under him. predatory, envious, hate and jaded admiration in the same gaze.]
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Date: 4/1/22 03:09 (UTC)[ Point here being that Katsuki had to work for this. Had to build it himself. so yeah that's the reason he doesn't bother hiding it. that's why he wears tight hero suits. tank tops. though the blonde has a different idea too. nothing wrong with lanky and wiry. there's a place for that too. lithe bodies are pretty fun too, in their own ways.
now Katsuki would agree about being screwed up. mostly in the head. somewhat. some of the opinions Katsuki might agree with, deep down. however nothing will change unless you become that change, right?
anyway. neither here nor there. because there's a piercing that's definitely caught his attention and if his fingers tease around it, then oh well. Dabi can deal. he can also deal with Katsuki once more grabbing those snow-white strands of hair and pulling the guy back down for another searing kiss. enough talk. more physicality. more rocking against that burnt and scarred body.
pulling on hair. teeth biting hard at a lip and a hand that is busy at work below the belt. Is there naything better than that? ]
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Date: 4/1/22 03:39 (UTC)[point here being that touya had worked himself as tirelessly as katsuki, tried his damnest to grow and train into the powerful bulk and muscle of endeavor, and still ended up with his damn runty body, ever smaller and weaker than any of his siblings. sometimes, hard work simply won't cut it. dabi would be prouder of his own body if it hadn't come from his pathetic mother being unable to even keep him inside her for the proper term length, and then his father torching the fucking skin off his bones. but it's also why he walks around with his face and arms exposed, that low-scalloped shirt showing his chest, letting everyone see the wreck he is because he loves the reactions and results it gives. far prouder of his quirk than his body.
yet still unable the occasional envy over what he never got. isn't like people don't find him attractive enough to fuck. go figure. at least he and katsuki agree on the change aspect. become the change you want to see, right? burn it all down. endeavor raised touya to become greater than him, to take down the no 1 hero, make sure the world knew endeavor's name through his son. well guess what, dad. you got it.
argument for another time. when dabi's not catching his breath and humming in pleasure as those fingers wander over the four slender barbells through the underside of his dick. piercings might keep his skin on, but they also go deep enough he can fucking feel something again. (dick piercings are just cause; he's thankfully not burned down there. yet.) rather likes the sensation bakugou's giving him by rubbing them.
another grab, another yank, and he drops over the blonde, kissing him back in a rough and aggressive response. pressing himself flush against the young hero and grinding to him. hips to hips, trapping katsuki's hand between their dicks as he thrusts into his touch and against his arousal.
yeah there is. it's called working on shucking his own damn pants further down. freeing himself a bit more as teeth bite into his lip and dabi grunts at the spark of pain and pleasure. he shoves an arm beneath bakugou's shoulders, scooping him up slightly and pulling his chest flush against his own as he tilts his head for another deeper kiss.]
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