[no problem with that. trying to talk around a cock in his mouth is something dabi expected this guy to do. that's the kind of excitable itadori is. the hand motion earns a brief huff and he drags a few pillows over so he can prop his head up without jacking his shoulders for minutes at a time.]
You can use ya teeth once ya get used to suckin on it.
[sort of an "advanced" technique he doesn't want itadori focusing on at the moment. alternating between lips and tongue (soft-to-firm and warm) and teeth (hard and "sharp) give different sensations that feels really good. but the temptation to bite is pretty strong when teeth get involved. dabi's not exactly the consoling type, so he's not rubbing itadori's ego over jumping the gun. but he did say he wanted lessons, so he'll coach him on his techniques and shit.
dabi's eyes lid halfway as the kid tilts his head like that and a hard swallow dips his scar-covered throat as itadori starts to lower.] Fuck, kid. Ya really tryin that arleady? [brave guy, attempting to deepthroat him just a few seconds after he put a dick in his mouth for the first time. either he's got no gag reflex or he's about to get a rude wakeup call for being overeager. but holy shit, it feels good, the way his mouth gets somewhat hotter towards the back and the space between his tongue and the roof of his mouth gets narrower. squeezing his dick until the tip of it just barely edges at the slick muscles in the back of his throat. before that's enough and itadori pulls off, unsheathing his dick like a spit-covered sword dragging past his lips one inch at a time.
it's a pretty hot picture... seeing him hovering over his dick like that, flush faced, lips glistening, kinda dazed.]
Don't rush yourself. We got time. [if he really wants to take the entire thing, dabi'd shove his head down via a hand on his pink crown. but that's not where they are (and they did just eat) so he'll let the other guy manage on his own. not that he doubts itadori'll manage it. the expression on his face and the intent in his voice state that clear enough. inappropriate be damned.]
Huh? [has this kid never jerked off bef-?] Oh. [his nipples. dabi drops his head back on the pillow, a low puff of breath escaping his mouth as fingers wander around one of his own. perhaps because he's burnt so much of his own flesh, the remaining areas are a little more sensitive. that or he simply doesn't get touched all that much. but it feels good, and the little bud quickly pebbles on his skin. yeah, itadori's a fucking simpleton, but there's something kind of relieving in that. he's so used to dealing with people who've got all this shit running around behind the scenes. it's nice to be with someone who can be taken at face value. for the most part, since itadori's still holding information out on him. but at least he's honest about it.] Ya doin well. Circular motions are pretty good.
[he might've said something about getting his mouth up there, but right now, said mouth is more wanted down below. like those kisses wandering over his thigh. dabi's eyes fall shut and there's no hiding the quiet breath of relief and want drifting over his lips. itadori's not running from him or turning away in disgust as his mouth goes from smooth flesh to wrinkled scars. dabi understands when partner's don't want to deal with his burnt parts; after all, there isn't much left in the way of surface nerves there. but this guy's not bothered at all by them and it's... fuck, it's not often dabi finds himself being treated--all of him--like a whole person. he can feel the pressure more than the general sensation, but that run of his lips still goes deeper than surface level.
okay, now his trapped lower legs are starting to become annoying.]
Ah, fuck... [dabi sucks in his breath, stomach hardening visibly as fingers curl round his cock again, the hardened shaft throbbing tangibly in itadori's grip. he's thought about getting piercings on his dick, a small frenum ladder on the underside, but so far that hasn't materialized. the sensation of his hand running up and down his shaft churns that thought back into being. before it goes right out his head when the tip of his dick's guided back into his mouth. dabi curls his fingers in itadori's hair, pinching some of the pink spikes between his thumb and side of his index.] Do that... with ya tongue again.
[that fucking writhing action's unreal, probably made better cause he has no fucking idea what pacing or rhythm is right now. yeah, there's some one-time-only pleasures to be had with a virgin trying to fumble his way around through sex. it's messy and eager and dabi'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. his abs harden again and he deliberately twitches his cock inside his mouth, letting him feel it jump and pulse against the roof of his mouth and his tongue. hey, if itadori want to try and get off on just giving a blowjob, dabi's not one to stop him.]
Ugh... there's ya go. [finally getting that stubborn deepthroat in action. he doesn't flinch from the powerful grip strangling on his thighs (his father gave him far worse bruising as a kid), lean muscle hardening under itadori's fingers as dabi physically resists the urge to buck his hips up and shove his dick all the way down the kid's throat. such a different contrast between the surface of his tongue and the roof of his mouth compared to the pillowy moist sticky of his throat wrapping all around his head. hell yeah, he'll trade some bruises and soreness in the morning for this bliss.
mild disappointment when he pulls back and out, but it's forgiven when itadori starts to bob. finding a rhythm all his own as his lips and tongue slide up and drop down the length of his cock. dabi smooths his hand over the sorcerer's head, carding fingers through his hair and thumbing at the ridge of his brow. his eyes crack open, almost glowing in the light as he watches itadori suck him off.] Gettin better already... try alternatin ya sucks. Drag on it when ya go down... that's it... relax ya throat... Now suck on the way up... Find which one's more natural for ya...
[he really doesn't mind this taking longer than expected. doesn't mind coaching him through it either. they've got all damn night as far as he cares. those different sensations wandering over his dick while itadori figures out what he likes more are all bonus for dabi.]
Lemme know if ya want me to start movin. [he did say itadori could call all the shots, so he'll ask permission before he thrusts his hips or pushes with his hand. though it's not too long before he starts rocking his legs at least, half on reaction, arching up on the balls of his feet and tenting his knees a bit above the rim of the mattress edge. other half because the villain's tempting with the idea of trying to toe his damn boots off and get his fucking pants off his legs.]
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You can use ya teeth once ya get used to suckin on it.
[sort of an "advanced" technique he doesn't want itadori focusing on at the moment. alternating between lips and tongue (soft-to-firm and warm) and teeth (hard and "sharp) give different sensations that feels really good. but the temptation to bite is pretty strong when teeth get involved. dabi's not exactly the consoling type, so he's not rubbing itadori's ego over jumping the gun. but he did say he wanted lessons, so he'll coach him on his techniques and shit.
dabi's eyes lid halfway as the kid tilts his head like that and a hard swallow dips his scar-covered throat as itadori starts to lower.] Fuck, kid. Ya really tryin that arleady? [brave guy, attempting to deepthroat him just a few seconds after he put a dick in his mouth for the first time. either he's got no gag reflex or he's about to get a rude wakeup call for being overeager. but holy shit, it feels good, the way his mouth gets somewhat hotter towards the back and the space between his tongue and the roof of his mouth gets narrower. squeezing his dick until the tip of it just barely edges at the slick muscles in the back of his throat. before that's enough and itadori pulls off, unsheathing his dick like a spit-covered sword dragging past his lips one inch at a time.
it's a pretty hot picture... seeing him hovering over his dick like that, flush faced, lips glistening, kinda dazed.]
Don't rush yourself. We got time. [if he really wants to take the entire thing, dabi'd shove his head down via a hand on his pink crown. but that's not where they are (and they did just eat) so he'll let the other guy manage on his own. not that he doubts itadori'll manage it. the expression on his face and the intent in his voice state that clear enough. inappropriate be damned.]
Huh? [has this kid never jerked off bef-?] Oh. [his nipples. dabi drops his head back on the pillow, a low puff of breath escaping his mouth as fingers wander around one of his own. perhaps because he's burnt so much of his own flesh, the remaining areas are a little more sensitive. that or he simply doesn't get touched all that much. but it feels good, and the little bud quickly pebbles on his skin. yeah, itadori's a fucking simpleton, but there's something kind of relieving in that. he's so used to dealing with people who've got all this shit running around behind the scenes. it's nice to be with someone who can be taken at face value. for the most part, since itadori's still holding information out on him. but at least he's honest about it.] Ya doin well. Circular motions are pretty good.
[he might've said something about getting his mouth up there, but right now, said mouth is more wanted down below. like those kisses wandering over his thigh. dabi's eyes fall shut and there's no hiding the quiet breath of relief and want drifting over his lips. itadori's not running from him or turning away in disgust as his mouth goes from smooth flesh to wrinkled scars. dabi understands when partner's don't want to deal with his burnt parts; after all, there isn't much left in the way of surface nerves there. but this guy's not bothered at all by them and it's... fuck, it's not often dabi finds himself being treated--all of him--like a whole person. he can feel the pressure more than the general sensation, but that run of his lips still goes deeper than surface level.
okay, now his trapped lower legs are starting to become annoying.]
Ah, fuck... [dabi sucks in his breath, stomach hardening visibly as fingers curl round his cock again, the hardened shaft throbbing tangibly in itadori's grip. he's thought about getting piercings on his dick, a small frenum ladder on the underside, but so far that hasn't materialized. the sensation of his hand running up and down his shaft churns that thought back into being. before it goes right out his head when the tip of his dick's guided back into his mouth. dabi curls his fingers in itadori's hair, pinching some of the pink spikes between his thumb and side of his index.] Do that... with ya tongue again.
[that fucking writhing action's unreal, probably made better cause he has no fucking idea what pacing or rhythm is right now. yeah, there's some one-time-only pleasures to be had with a virgin trying to fumble his way around through sex. it's messy and eager and dabi'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. his abs harden again and he deliberately twitches his cock inside his mouth, letting him feel it jump and pulse against the roof of his mouth and his tongue. hey, if itadori want to try and get off on just giving a blowjob, dabi's not one to stop him.]
Ugh... there's ya go. [finally getting that stubborn deepthroat in action. he doesn't flinch from the powerful grip strangling on his thighs (his father gave him far worse bruising as a kid), lean muscle hardening under itadori's fingers as dabi physically resists the urge to buck his hips up and shove his dick all the way down the kid's throat. such a different contrast between the surface of his tongue and the roof of his mouth compared to the pillowy moist sticky of his throat wrapping all around his head. hell yeah, he'll trade some bruises and soreness in the morning for this bliss.
mild disappointment when he pulls back and out, but it's forgiven when itadori starts to bob. finding a rhythm all his own as his lips and tongue slide up and drop down the length of his cock. dabi smooths his hand over the sorcerer's head, carding fingers through his hair and thumbing at the ridge of his brow. his eyes crack open, almost glowing in the light as he watches itadori suck him off.] Gettin better already... try alternatin ya sucks. Drag on it when ya go down... that's it... relax ya throat... Now suck on the way up... Find which one's more natural for ya...
[he really doesn't mind this taking longer than expected. doesn't mind coaching him through it either. they've got all damn night as far as he cares. those different sensations wandering over his dick while itadori figures out what he likes more are all bonus for dabi.]
Lemme know if ya want me to start movin. [he did say itadori could call all the shots, so he'll ask permission before he thrusts his hips or pushes with his hand. though it's not too long before he starts rocking his legs at least, half on reaction, arching up on the balls of his feet and tenting his knees a bit above the rim of the mattress edge. other half because the villain's tempting with the idea of trying to toe his damn boots off and get his fucking pants off his legs.]