[in a way, that's the "best" possible outcome according to the heroes. imprisoning him would prevent him from killing more, could arguably save his life, and protect endeavor and his family from dabi's wrath. but then again, isn't that what the heroes always did? throw the problem behind metal and glass, then lose the key forever so they no longer have to see it or acknowledge it. it's amusing itadori wants to help, but as dabi told that little deku hero, this is family business. aka: piss off.
still, the fact itadori wants to stick with him, even for sex and meals, without trying to capture him or talk him into changing his mind, gives the other boy some advantage. he's a stranger and dabi doesn't much trust him, but he's certainly not acting like other heroes or villains he's encountered. he's never had a "neutral ground" person in his life of villainy before. it's... odd. already he knows itadori's not going to be a one-night stand, never to be heard from again; the kid's too stubborn and kind.
and weird. dabi doesn't miss noticing the way itadori's attention seems to wander. it's not the gaze of someone sightseeing. this guy's looking for something. keeping watch. not in the way that's looking to give a cue to someone in the wing either. it has to be connected to that mysterious "thing" itadori does for a living. admittedly, dabi's curious about it, especially since the kid's been tight-lipped on the topic. someday, he's gonna find out.]
Ya didn't think I'd trust ya that fast, didja?
[the cabin and the woods, as itadori correctly surmised, gave dabi the advantage in case of a fight or ambush. goes without saying he wasn't about to surrender that during a first-time meeting. as itadori looks at him, the villain is less guarded about taking in the other young man. those marks under his eyes, the double tone of his under-cropped hair, angle of his jaw, an attractive face even with the two scars. while the walls of his fortress haven't come down, dabi's at least come to the rampart to look over their proverbial edges. he steps forward when pulled by the wrist, moving back into itadori's space.]
On the right path.
[he has no real problem giving some instructions about sex. dabi lifts his arms a little, giving itadori more access to his waist. trim and athletic, but still owing most of that to rough living. not much of a pillow queen (when he doesn't feel like it), he settles for wandering one hand over itadori's shoulder, bunching at his jacket and getting a feel for his sculpture beneath. it's not surprising the kid's solid under his clothes. once again dabi's coat hits the floor in a crumple of leather and metal, soon after followed by the threadbare shirt and itadori's jacket.
even though he bared his upper half for his video and already made to strip it off in front of itadori during their first phone call, it's still the first time the kid gets to see everything up close and personal, for his eyes and his fingers. dabi fails to get to the kid's shirt before he's caught at the hips and pulled in. a strange sort of dragging waltz backwards through the room before the world tilts and he's pushed onto the bed, knees catching the edge of the mattress and his back landing on the cover with a lazy bounce. hips press to hips and dabi arches up into it with a low exhale, one bare arm winding around itadori's neck to pull him down close to him. fingers curl at the side of his neck, grazing the blunt edges of his nails at his throat and jaw as his thumb played over the flush on his cheek and the little mark under his eye.]
Yeah. It's easier for first timer's to top. Helps them feel like they're more in control.
[plus a lot of guys hear "take it up the ass" and instantly cringe over the pain before wavering on their confidence. besides, it's hard to learn something when you don't feel like you're in control. as for suppressing something... well... dabi hasn't burned himself up during an orgasm yet. and if itadori's concerned about suppressing his own "endanger my partners" thing during sex, dabi's not lost the ability to spontaneously combust beneath him.]
Ya wanna keep up the foreplay or jump right into it?
[dabi drags his hand down itadori's back, raking between his shoulder blades and then slowly fisting his hand in the middle of his back to bunch his shirt up one inch at a time from his waist.]
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still, the fact itadori wants to stick with him, even for sex and meals, without trying to capture him or talk him into changing his mind, gives the other boy some advantage. he's a stranger and dabi doesn't much trust him, but he's certainly not acting like other heroes or villains he's encountered. he's never had a "neutral ground" person in his life of villainy before. it's... odd. already he knows itadori's not going to be a one-night stand, never to be heard from again; the kid's too stubborn and kind.
and weird. dabi doesn't miss noticing the way itadori's attention seems to wander. it's not the gaze of someone sightseeing. this guy's looking for something. keeping watch. not in the way that's looking to give a cue to someone in the wing either. it has to be connected to that mysterious "thing" itadori does for a living. admittedly, dabi's curious about it, especially since the kid's been tight-lipped on the topic. someday, he's gonna find out.]
Ya didn't think I'd trust ya that fast, didja?
[the cabin and the woods, as itadori correctly surmised, gave dabi the advantage in case of a fight or ambush. goes without saying he wasn't about to surrender that during a first-time meeting. as itadori looks at him, the villain is less guarded about taking in the other young man. those marks under his eyes, the double tone of his under-cropped hair, angle of his jaw, an attractive face even with the two scars. while the walls of his fortress haven't come down, dabi's at least come to the rampart to look over their proverbial edges. he steps forward when pulled by the wrist, moving back into itadori's space.]
On the right path.
[he has no real problem giving some instructions about sex. dabi lifts his arms a little, giving itadori more access to his waist. trim and athletic, but still owing most of that to rough living. not much of a pillow queen (when he doesn't feel like it), he settles for wandering one hand over itadori's shoulder, bunching at his jacket and getting a feel for his sculpture beneath. it's not surprising the kid's solid under his clothes. once again dabi's coat hits the floor in a crumple of leather and metal, soon after followed by the threadbare shirt and itadori's jacket.
even though he bared his upper half for his video and already made to strip it off in front of itadori during their first phone call, it's still the first time the kid gets to see everything up close and personal, for his eyes and his fingers. dabi fails to get to the kid's shirt before he's caught at the hips and pulled in. a strange sort of dragging waltz backwards through the room before the world tilts and he's pushed onto the bed, knees catching the edge of the mattress and his back landing on the cover with a lazy bounce. hips press to hips and dabi arches up into it with a low exhale, one bare arm winding around itadori's neck to pull him down close to him. fingers curl at the side of his neck, grazing the blunt edges of his nails at his throat and jaw as his thumb played over the flush on his cheek and the little mark under his eye.]
Yeah. It's easier for first timer's to top. Helps them feel like they're more in control.
[plus a lot of guys hear "take it up the ass" and instantly cringe over the pain before wavering on their confidence. besides, it's hard to learn something when you don't feel like you're in control. as for suppressing something... well... dabi hasn't burned himself up during an orgasm yet. and if itadori's concerned about suppressing his own "endanger my partners" thing during sex, dabi's not lost the ability to spontaneously combust beneath him.]
Ya wanna keep up the foreplay or jump right into it?
[dabi drags his hand down itadori's back, raking between his shoulder blades and then slowly fisting his hand in the middle of his back to bunch his shirt up one inch at a time from his waist.]