really? because itadori was pretty certain he was about to suffocate and fade into the darkness. it's well deserved, for him being impatient and rushing it. aside from the visible tension in his shoulders, and the way he flinched when dabi pushed himself in, those little signs might give a clue on how unprepared he was— and yet, he took it like a champ. the moment dabi's cock slipped out of his lips; a cough followed and a harsh gasp; he then wipes the mess around his mouth and chin with the back of his shaky fingers. now the shock is dulling, a realization of how it actually felt sets in— the hot flush spreading down his throat and chest; eyes glazed in lust.
fuck, it was so lewd. to be taken like this, have dabi manhandle him, grab him by the hair as he fucked him dirty— why is this such a turn on? not that he had much time to ponder about it, as he's being pulled down again, but this time itadori knew what to expect. he would flex his throat, use his tongue to add further friction into that man's thrusts, careful with his teeth. he moaned heavily, muted as always, losing his focus on what he wanted to do for a few seconds as he adapts to all those maddening sensations.
he finally moved his hand, the one spreading spit and slick, pushing his index finger in, blinded whether his approach is excruciating or not, but he keeps going. the middle joins in, way too damn early, forcing its way through those tight rings of muscles in the least mindful manner— he, at least, allows dabi a second to adjust, attentive to any hint of protest before he relaxed them in, working on easing the pressure. if he's honest here, really honest with himself, he doesn't want to. is that awful? he'd want to fuck him raw and right this instant. in the cloud of his horny mind, all he could think about is how tight this man is; it made his own arousal twist in sheer impatience and agony of being neglected for so long. it's like he reached a stage where he's vividly aware of what's happening, and has begun viewing dabi as someone who is willing to cater to his needs. it's daunting— how easy it was to accept the idea of 'he can handle it'.
his jaw aches; hurts so good, from the way dabi is unapologetic in rocking his hips and urging him to swallow him whole with every push. the warmth burns from within, unable to rid of the loud pulsing need. he can't think, simply reacting on impulse. itadori pulls away, voice terribly hoarse as he struggled to catch his breath- ]
Okay, I can't take it anymore ...
[ with a hasty touch, itadori forced dabi to knee his legs up. he bucked his hips, pressed the swelling shape of his prick into the other man's, then swept an arm out, shoving those pesky pillows out of the way as he leveraged the heavy weight of his body, and forced dabi back, pinning him down on the flat mattress with a loud creak; catching his lips in a mad clutch of a kiss.
it was like a switch. actions that portrayed a virgin teen's curiosity altered into something more unabashed. the way itadori's hands fondled with the body underneath him; a knowing, somewhat possessive embrace, callous on his sensitive skin as his nails didn't shy away from leaving its marks. they finally settle on his hips, itadori moved his own to rub the blunt, pre-slicked head of his cock against that same spot, somewhere along their kiss he managed to tug on his pants just enough to expose himself.
with a heavy exhale, he pulls away from the bruising kiss; the line of his face angled so that he could bite into the other man's neck, pinning him in place. he made a low, hungry moan against the fever-hot skin, a harsh reminder of that menacing quirk, clamped his eyes shut while a roll of his hips moved to wedge the head of his arousal past the resistance of dabi's unprepared body. needless to say, there wasn't enough slick, it'd hurt like hell, but that somehow made it better, made his prick twitch when he hadn't even sunk a few inches into the tight, clenching heat of the other man. he bit down, harder, and snapped his hips forward again, more roughly this time. ]
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Date: 9/12/21 19:27 (UTC)really? because itadori was pretty certain he was about to suffocate and fade into the darkness. it's well deserved, for him being impatient and rushing it. aside from the visible tension in his shoulders, and the way he flinched when dabi pushed himself in, those little signs might give a clue on how unprepared he was— and yet, he took it like a champ. the moment dabi's cock slipped out of his lips; a cough followed and a harsh gasp; he then wipes the mess around his mouth and chin with the back of his shaky fingers. now the shock is dulling, a realization of how it actually felt sets in— the hot flush spreading down his throat and chest; eyes glazed in lust.
fuck, it was so lewd. to be taken like this, have dabi manhandle him, grab him by the hair as he fucked him dirty— why is this such a turn on? not that he had much time to ponder about it, as he's being pulled down again, but this time itadori knew what to expect. he would flex his throat, use his tongue to add further friction into that man's thrusts, careful with his teeth. he moaned heavily, muted as always, losing his focus on what he wanted to do for a few seconds as he adapts to all those maddening sensations.
he finally moved his hand, the one spreading spit and slick, pushing his index finger in, blinded whether his approach is excruciating or not, but he keeps going. the middle joins in, way too damn early, forcing its way through those tight rings of muscles in the least mindful manner— he, at least, allows dabi a second to adjust, attentive to any hint of protest before he relaxed them in, working on easing the pressure. if he's honest here, really honest with himself, he doesn't want to. is that awful? he'd want to fuck him raw and right this instant. in the cloud of his horny mind, all he could think about is how tight this man is; it made his own arousal twist in sheer impatience and agony of being neglected for so long. it's like he reached a stage where he's vividly aware of what's happening, and has begun viewing dabi as someone who is willing to cater to his needs. it's daunting— how easy it was to accept the idea of 'he can handle it'.
his jaw aches; hurts so good, from the way dabi is unapologetic in rocking his hips and urging him to swallow him whole with every push. the warmth burns from within, unable to rid of the loud pulsing need. he can't think, simply reacting on impulse. itadori pulls away, voice terribly hoarse as he struggled to catch his breath- ]
Okay, I can't take it anymore ...
[ with a hasty touch, itadori forced dabi to knee his legs up. he bucked his hips, pressed the swelling shape of his prick into the other man's, then swept an arm out, shoving those pesky pillows out of the way as he leveraged the heavy weight of his body, and forced dabi back, pinning him down on the flat mattress with a loud creak; catching his lips in a mad clutch of a kiss.
it was like a switch. actions that portrayed a virgin teen's curiosity altered into something more unabashed. the way itadori's hands fondled with the body underneath him; a knowing, somewhat possessive embrace, callous on his sensitive skin as his nails didn't shy away from leaving its marks. they finally settle on his hips, itadori moved his own to rub the blunt, pre-slicked head of his cock against that same spot, somewhere along their kiss he managed to tug on his pants just enough to expose himself.
with a heavy exhale, he pulls away from the bruising kiss; the line of his face angled so that he could bite into the other man's neck, pinning him in place. he made a low, hungry moan against the fever-hot skin, a harsh reminder of that menacing quirk, clamped his eyes shut while a roll of his hips moved to wedge the head of his arousal past the resistance of dabi's unprepared body. needless to say, there wasn't enough slick, it'd hurt like hell, but that somehow made it better, made his prick twitch when he hadn't even sunk a few inches into the tight, clenching heat of the other man. he bit down, harder, and snapped his hips forward again, more roughly this time. ]