[that attitude gets some silent points of acknowledgement from the other man. itadori isn't retreating from the sight of him or flinching his hands away over his scars. granted he's not grabbing and pulling at the stapled seams, but he's keeping up that habit of treating dabi like a normal person, not some psychotic villain (which he probably should) or some fragile patchwork that'll rip open.
for all his distance and jaded attitude, or perhaps due to it, dabi deals with touch starvation as well. like it or not, he's still human. so many people reject him or avoid him, others simply use him, that to have someone actively touch him, want to touch him, and touch him kindly like this... it's fucking unreal. and something he wants if he's ever honest with himself.
but he doesn't miss the subtle change under the pad of his thumb as he brushes that little tattoo. the softer texture, the slight movement, almost like touching the skin over a prominent vein, but not quite. still, considering he's partner with a guy who looks like a lizard, scales and all, it's far from the strangest thing dabi's touched. he opts not to spend more time on it than that and moves on to itadori's cheek and jaw once again. his skin's soft and smooth, warm beneath his touch and not shrinking away. a small hum wanders past his lips when the kid agrees with the control thing. some of that agreement's also to fly in the face of those assumptions itadori made about dabi's dominating preferences. yeah, he has them, when he feels like it. but other times, he's content to throw the reins in his partner's face.
with his fist crushing the majority of itadori's shirt in the back, he has to let go to give the guy space to strip it off. turquoise eyes wander down the sorcerer's bared torso, taking in the cuts of muscle and definitions. a martial artist or close-quarters-combat body from that build. his muscles are larger than dabi's definitions, likely speaking of better food and exercise, but still fit well on that athletically-slender frame. he looks nice, the villain'll give him that. a few bruises, but hell if he's concerned over them. itadori won't flinch over shit like that.]
Go for it. Almost anythin can be foreplay.
[as he says it, dabi reaches up to splay his hand across itadori's chest, resting on his left pectoral simply to get the contact between them back again. as the kid works on the heavy belt buckle, dabi brushes his thumb over a pink nipple, circling the little nub a few times. metal and leather click and flip as the belt's undone and pulled loose. the sensation of itadori's hands on his waist linger even as he takes care of his belt. two fingers hook inside and he lifts his hips from the bed, letting the other guy shuck his pants and boxer briefs down his legs until they catch around his boots.
while dabi does have smooth skin around his thighs, it only lasts along the upper half before a seam of staples and purple prelude almost the entirety of his legs being consumed by his burned flesh. like some damn thigh-high stockings running all the way from the middle of his thigh down to vanish into his boots. yeah, he's running out of "real estate" when it comes to his own fucking skin. but at least itadori gets to play with the upper part of his thighs and it leaves dabi shivering a little as fingers and palms brush along the sensitive skin between his legs. he lets him push his legs apart, at least until his ankles get shackled by his pants.
dabi tugs his head up, chin tucking so he can look down the plane of his body and catch itadori's eyes staring up at him from below. he doesn't look at all shy or cautious about this, brazenly unashamed about showing his body---ruined as it is---to the other young man. but the look in his gaze is still heated, burning behind the blue. there's actual interest there now.
a dark brow arches when the kid abruptly opens his mouth and wraps his lips around his dick. luckily for dabi, he's not had any flames scorching his cock, so at least the general area of his hips has been spared, lower stomach to upper thighs. for now. dabi's lips part as a low breath ghosts from his throat, eyes narrowing slightly as the first signs of some chink in his normal armor shows through. especially when itadori moans like that, the ripples running through his heated flesh.
if he was only semi-hard before, now his cock's quickly filling out the rest of the way. dabi reaches down and curls his fingers into itadori's hair, scraping his fingertips along is scalp before smoothing back down the back of his head. he doesn't push him down or buck his hips up, leaving him to explore the feeling of having another guy's dick in his mouth.]
Ya did that without even thinkin... Take it ya've watched a good bit of por-- [a brief tense and he narrows his eyes slightly.] Careful with ya teeth.
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for all his distance and jaded attitude, or perhaps due to it, dabi deals with touch starvation as well. like it or not, he's still human. so many people reject him or avoid him, others simply use him, that to have someone actively touch him, want to touch him, and touch him kindly like this... it's fucking unreal. and something he wants if he's ever honest with himself.
but he doesn't miss the subtle change under the pad of his thumb as he brushes that little tattoo. the softer texture, the slight movement, almost like touching the skin over a prominent vein, but not quite. still, considering he's partner with a guy who looks like a lizard, scales and all, it's far from the strangest thing dabi's touched. he opts not to spend more time on it than that and moves on to itadori's cheek and jaw once again. his skin's soft and smooth, warm beneath his touch and not shrinking away. a small hum wanders past his lips when the kid agrees with the control thing. some of that agreement's also to fly in the face of those assumptions itadori made about dabi's dominating preferences. yeah, he has them, when he feels like it. but other times, he's content to throw the reins in his partner's face.
with his fist crushing the majority of itadori's shirt in the back, he has to let go to give the guy space to strip it off. turquoise eyes wander down the sorcerer's bared torso, taking in the cuts of muscle and definitions. a martial artist or close-quarters-combat body from that build. his muscles are larger than dabi's definitions, likely speaking of better food and exercise, but still fit well on that athletically-slender frame. he looks nice, the villain'll give him that. a few bruises, but hell if he's concerned over them. itadori won't flinch over shit like that.]
Go for it. Almost anythin can be foreplay.
[as he says it, dabi reaches up to splay his hand across itadori's chest, resting on his left pectoral simply to get the contact between them back again. as the kid works on the heavy belt buckle, dabi brushes his thumb over a pink nipple, circling the little nub a few times. metal and leather click and flip as the belt's undone and pulled loose. the sensation of itadori's hands on his waist linger even as he takes care of his belt. two fingers hook inside and he lifts his hips from the bed, letting the other guy shuck his pants and boxer briefs down his legs until they catch around his boots.
while dabi does have smooth skin around his thighs, it only lasts along the upper half before a seam of staples and purple prelude almost the entirety of his legs being consumed by his burned flesh. like some damn thigh-high stockings running all the way from the middle of his thigh down to vanish into his boots. yeah, he's running out of "real estate" when it comes to his own fucking skin. but at least itadori gets to play with the upper part of his thighs and it leaves dabi shivering a little as fingers and palms brush along the sensitive skin between his legs. he lets him push his legs apart, at least until his ankles get shackled by his pants.
dabi tugs his head up, chin tucking so he can look down the plane of his body and catch itadori's eyes staring up at him from below. he doesn't look at all shy or cautious about this, brazenly unashamed about showing his body---ruined as it is---to the other young man. but the look in his gaze is still heated, burning behind the blue. there's actual interest there now.
a dark brow arches when the kid abruptly opens his mouth and wraps his lips around his dick. luckily for dabi, he's not had any flames scorching his cock, so at least the general area of his hips has been spared, lower stomach to upper thighs. for now. dabi's lips part as a low breath ghosts from his throat, eyes narrowing slightly as the first signs of some chink in his normal armor shows through. especially when itadori moans like that, the ripples running through his heated flesh.
if he was only semi-hard before, now his cock's quickly filling out the rest of the way. dabi reaches down and curls his fingers into itadori's hair, scraping his fingertips along is scalp before smoothing back down the back of his head. he doesn't push him down or buck his hips up, leaving him to explore the feeling of having another guy's dick in his mouth.]
Ya did that without even thinkin... Take it ya've watched a good bit of por-- [a brief tense and he narrows his eyes slightly.] Careful with ya teeth.