[ it was easy for someone to feel overwhelmed with the various instructions coming their way, trying to balance between what he wants to do, what he thinks is right, and what he's being told; getting pulled from one side to another. and yet, in a fucked up way— this turned into a perfect sync with all three directions. for starters, there is no rush, itadori took those words to heart, and he'd follow through. there is no sense of agitation, that all faded away when dabi started guiding him through it, being as understanding as he is, making the sorcerer feel at ease; no pressure from that man. any intensity itadori is experiencing at this moment is a mere result of his mind and body embracing all those raw emotions, attentive and starving for more.
yes, dabi reassured him not to rush, take his time, but— is it really possible? not only the teen hormones begged for urgency, but he is also accommodating to another creature who might be equally deprived. they are sharing a body, after all. what stimulates itadori's desires, could reflect on sukuna as well. while his earlier concerns revolved around the idea of losing control, that might not be the case here. it could be another predicament ...
obedient and eager, he follows through with every advice he got; using his lips, mouth, tongue even a brief graze of his teeth to further attend to his own kinks while pleasuring that man at the same time. itadori is anything but graceful in it, though. he's a hot mess; breath was coming in hard, short, shallow pants— face so feverish up to the tip of each ear, sweating already, eyes barely open. is it even normal to be this warm?! itadori wondered if dabi's quirk had an influence on it, or was that's how it's supposed to be? it made him so ... impatient and restless.
he muffles a heavy grunt, one hand patting on dabi's hip; beckoning him to do whatever his heart longs for. he can tug on his hair as hard as he wants, hold into it as he fucks itadori in the mouth— go for it. if anything, he'll encourage it by, finally, attending to their common enemy: dabi's stupid pants/boots. his lips thinned for a moment, slowly pulling away to catch a breather; then he ran his tongue along the points of his teeth, leaned back, let his lashes lower a little over his eyes as he regarded the view underneath. sure, they are using each other, no strings attached, nothing serious— but damn. he can't deny how enticing dabi is. ]
How important are your pants?
[ -because they happen to be an infuriating part of their night so far. regardless of how fast he wished to get rid of them, itadori was indulgent enough to remove each boot first, now able to pull on the thick fabric further, until dabi earned the freedom to move without any restrictions. with a satisfied smirk, itadori tossed the piece aside, he then contemplates something as his eyes wander over the other man's body once more— subconsciously ending up licking and sucking his index and middle finger while doing so. ]
Do we need lube? Maybe they leave some behind in those nightstands ... since most people come here to fuck, right?
[ it's a fair judgment to make, also a clear indication of what itadori wants to do next. in which he empathizes by slipping a hand underneath dabi's lower back, using the breadth of his hand to spread his cleft so he could probe at the tight curl of muscle there, spreading the slick of his spit. his other hand, groped the curve of his ass, somewhat lifting his hips as he parted his lips over dabi's dick again, tongue teasing the swell of his head— coaxing him to go for it. ]
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yes, dabi reassured him not to rush, take his time, but— is it really possible? not only the teen hormones begged for urgency, but he is also accommodating to another creature who might be equally deprived. they are sharing a body, after all. what stimulates itadori's desires, could reflect on sukuna as well. while his earlier concerns revolved around the idea of losing control, that might not be the case here. it could be another predicament ...
obedient and eager, he follows through with every advice he got; using his lips, mouth, tongue even a brief graze of his teeth to further attend to his own kinks while pleasuring that man at the same time. itadori is anything but graceful in it, though. he's a hot mess; breath was coming in hard, short, shallow pants— face so feverish up to the tip of each ear, sweating already, eyes barely open. is it even normal to be this warm?! itadori wondered if dabi's quirk had an influence on it, or was that's how it's supposed to be? it made him so ... impatient and restless.
he muffles a heavy grunt, one hand patting on dabi's hip; beckoning him to do whatever his heart longs for. he can tug on his hair as hard as he wants, hold into it as he fucks itadori in the mouth— go for it. if anything, he'll encourage it by, finally, attending to their common enemy: dabi's stupid pants/boots. his lips thinned for a moment, slowly pulling away to catch a breather; then he ran his tongue along the points of his teeth, leaned back, let his lashes lower a little over his eyes as he regarded the view underneath. sure, they are using each other, no strings attached, nothing serious— but damn. he can't deny how enticing dabi is. ]
How important are your pants?
[ -because they happen to be an infuriating part of their night so far. regardless of how fast he wished to get rid of them, itadori was indulgent enough to remove each boot first, now able to pull on the thick fabric further, until dabi earned the freedom to move without any restrictions. with a satisfied smirk, itadori tossed the piece aside, he then contemplates something as his eyes wander over the other man's body once more— subconsciously ending up licking and sucking his index and middle finger while doing so. ]
Do we need lube? Maybe they leave some behind in those nightstands ... since most people come here to fuck, right?
[ it's a fair judgment to make, also a clear indication of what itadori wants to do next. in which he empathizes by slipping a hand underneath dabi's lower back, using the breadth of his hand to spread his cleft so he could probe at the tight curl of muscle there, spreading the slick of his spit. his other hand, groped the curve of his ass, somewhat lifting his hips as he parted his lips over dabi's dick again, tongue teasing the swell of his head— coaxing him to go for it. ]