[or it's because dabi's had plenty of different sexual experiences that he knows when to tell itadori it's not a race. then again, the scarred villain had been hard pressed not to gorge himself of the guy's soba, so he's not really one to talk about "excitement" in general. besides, he didn't really think the kid was gonna listen to him. this much physical pleasure for a first timer, without any real judgemental eyes or having to measure up to anyone/thing, and it's free game? maybe dabi should be the one bracing himself. he kind of is... and it feels amazing on this end too. itadori's raw energy and excitement is as addicting as the run of his flesh against his own, all of dabi's remaining working nerves more than thrilled to light up with a heat that has nothing to do with his quirk. that's it, kid. screw up, be messy, run if ya want, cuss, cum, cry, shout, no one's telling him what order to do things in even if dabi's voiced one suggestion to slow down. it's all caveated with the understood "if ya want" and itadori's taking that freedom and fucking sprinting with it.
if it hurts him, well... an eager teenager's dick in his ass is nothing compared to second-and-third-degree burns all over his body. besides, the pain that comes in so many different ways is clashed intensely by the pleasure. the penetration bites and the stretch burns, but the glide rubs his nerves so good and the sense of fullness and warmth is amazing. itadori's prick goes from head to shaft to fucking heartbeats in a smooth thrust and shove and dabi's immediately focused on how bliss it is to be connected to someone like this. all he feels is itadori. his hair on his hand, his chest against his own, his sides and hips on his legs, his dick inside him, and his breath and teeth all over his throat. fuck this kid's addicting already.
a rougher shove and dabi jerks his head back against the bed, free hand relocating to grab at itadori's upper arm and clench at his bicep.] Ngh-! ... Better. [shove it in good and hard. the impact to his hips slaps against his skin, jolting his body and making him tighten up around him, not at all bothered by the blunt nails digging into his hips. stuck on the bed, hot beneath him as the kid figures out the best way to rut and push his cock further inside. as soon as he's all the way in, bottomed out and balls deep, dabi deliberately flexes, abs hardening under his skin and muscles clamping down in his ass all over itadori's prick. his eyes crack open halfway again, nigh glowing in the shadow of his bags as he drinks in the sight above him.] Ya look like ya in heaven... Beats jerkin off, huh.
[his words barely get out before a mouth descends on him again and he ends up "wrestling" a little with itadori's head as the guy drags sloppy kisses all over his face. trying to find his mouth and dabi's being a shit by not letting him. makes him chase it around for a bit before finally pulling him in for another heated make out. this time, he shoves his tongue right into his mouth, pours it down his throat if he fucking can. (okay, it's not that long, but sure feels like he's trying.)]
Ain't gonna.
[the next time he thrusts in, he lets the motion knock his leg from his side and quickly wraps both of them around itadori's hips, ankles knotting over the diamond of his back and the curve of his ass. letting go's the furthest thing from his mind right now. already his thrusts are clumsy and without rhythm, too focused on the pleasure of slamming it in than finding some proper pace. but that's it's own positive,; there's no way to predict what he's going to do next. shove it in, hang back and shiver, shallow and fast, dabi's left staring up at him from the bed, the faintest of hot flushes peeking out from under the bag-like scars beneath his eyes. he's not even bothering to shut his mouth, panting and grunting whenever itadori makes breathing kind of difficult.
shit, kid's gonna come early, isn't he? what'd he expect? a stamina match first time? dabi breaks into a lazy grin when he feels him floundering his hand around between their bodies and lifts his hip to try and "help" him find and get a grip on his cock. few tries, but--] There ya go. [he runs his hand down itadori's arm, then drags back up so he can catch him on the shoulder and hold on, massaging the muscle beneath his warm skin. he doesn't bother coaching him, instead growling or groaning little words of encouragement or approval.
it's harder and harder to talk as itadori begins to find his pace. he can literally feel him going from inexperienced fucking to someone who recognizes what a rhythm is and how to jerk him off and fuck him in tandem. dabi's head falls back again, eyes closing as a look of pleasure washes over his face. dark browns furrow, his teeth bare as he grits them, moth opens again, tongue panting against his lower lip. kind of lost that composed, stoic expression itadori's used to seeing after two hours. a sharp curse fills the room when the kid slams in hard enough to jerk his hips clean off the bed, and dabi's scarred legs strangle around his waist and flanks, toes curling in the air and ankle digging into the top of his ass. ah fucking break the bed; he doesn't give a shit if itadori plows him through the mattress onto the floor. that's the best part about sex; you stop caring about anything but sex.
a forehead drops against his own and dabi's eyes fall shut whether he wants them too or not. he lets go of his hair, his shoulder and instead wraps both arms around the kid's neck. holding onto him with all of his limbs and as much of his body as he can so he can drag him close. soaking in the heat and strength pounding into him and rocking him on the sheets. it's lust, yeah. it's using their bodies to give and get pleasure so nothing else matters. he'll consume it as much as fire consumes kindling. itadori's voice fills his ears, his gasps and moans and the occasional word. hard to think that excited kid in the park would be sounding like this a couple hours later. as far as dabi's caring to think, this is simply slotting itadori in as another useful contact. not in the manipulating way, as he knows by now he can't use him for his ambitions. but he'll use him in this way that itadori wants. sex. food. company. both of them can make of it what they want. doesn't have to go any deeper than that.
his eyes slit open again as the pace evens out, giving him a few seconds to simply pant against the other young man's mouth. black bangs mingling with the pink. it's a hard and heavy fuck. but somewhere in dabi's mind, that core of self-preservation lingers among the carnal bliss. he notices a darker color on the kid's face. on his forehead. across the bridge of his nose. on his cheeks. markings... something about an ability that's dangerous enough he didn't want to have sex, right?
he keeps his arms and legs around him, forehead to his, and leans in, biting itadori's lower lip enough to spark some pain on him even as he tightens his legs enough to squeeze the stronger youth firmly against his ass, deliberately stunting his thrusts. just gonna slow this down for a second and see if that cools him off a little.
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if it hurts him, well... an eager teenager's dick in his ass is nothing compared to second-and-third-degree burns all over his body. besides, the pain that comes in so many different ways is clashed intensely by the pleasure. the penetration bites and the stretch burns, but the glide rubs his nerves so good and the sense of fullness and warmth is amazing. itadori's prick goes from head to shaft to fucking heartbeats in a smooth thrust and shove and dabi's immediately focused on how bliss it is to be connected to someone like this. all he feels is itadori. his hair on his hand, his chest against his own, his sides and hips on his legs, his dick inside him, and his breath and teeth all over his throat. fuck this kid's addicting already.
a rougher shove and dabi jerks his head back against the bed, free hand relocating to grab at itadori's upper arm and clench at his bicep.] Ngh-! ... Better. [shove it in good and hard. the impact to his hips slaps against his skin, jolting his body and making him tighten up around him, not at all bothered by the blunt nails digging into his hips. stuck on the bed, hot beneath him as the kid figures out the best way to rut and push his cock further inside. as soon as he's all the way in, bottomed out and balls deep, dabi deliberately flexes, abs hardening under his skin and muscles clamping down in his ass all over itadori's prick. his eyes crack open halfway again, nigh glowing in the shadow of his bags as he drinks in the sight above him.] Ya look like ya in heaven... Beats jerkin off, huh.
[his words barely get out before a mouth descends on him again and he ends up "wrestling" a little with itadori's head as the guy drags sloppy kisses all over his face. trying to find his mouth and dabi's being a shit by not letting him. makes him chase it around for a bit before finally pulling him in for another heated make out. this time, he shoves his tongue right into his mouth, pours it down his throat if he fucking can. (okay, it's not that long, but sure feels like he's trying.)]
Ain't gonna.
[the next time he thrusts in, he lets the motion knock his leg from his side and quickly wraps both of them around itadori's hips, ankles knotting over the diamond of his back and the curve of his ass. letting go's the furthest thing from his mind right now. already his thrusts are clumsy and without rhythm, too focused on the pleasure of slamming it in than finding some proper pace. but that's it's own positive,; there's no way to predict what he's going to do next. shove it in, hang back and shiver, shallow and fast, dabi's left staring up at him from the bed, the faintest of hot flushes peeking out from under the bag-like scars beneath his eyes. he's not even bothering to shut his mouth, panting and grunting whenever itadori makes breathing kind of difficult.
shit, kid's gonna come early, isn't he? what'd he expect? a stamina match first time? dabi breaks into a lazy grin when he feels him floundering his hand around between their bodies and lifts his hip to try and "help" him find and get a grip on his cock. few tries, but--] There ya go. [he runs his hand down itadori's arm, then drags back up so he can catch him on the shoulder and hold on, massaging the muscle beneath his warm skin. he doesn't bother coaching him, instead growling or groaning little words of encouragement or approval.
it's harder and harder to talk as itadori begins to find his pace. he can literally feel him going from inexperienced fucking to someone who recognizes what a rhythm is and how to jerk him off and fuck him in tandem. dabi's head falls back again, eyes closing as a look of pleasure washes over his face. dark browns furrow, his teeth bare as he grits them, moth opens again, tongue panting against his lower lip. kind of lost that composed, stoic expression itadori's used to seeing after two hours. a sharp curse fills the room when the kid slams in hard enough to jerk his hips clean off the bed, and dabi's scarred legs strangle around his waist and flanks, toes curling in the air and ankle digging into the top of his ass. ah fucking break the bed; he doesn't give a shit if itadori plows him through the mattress onto the floor. that's the best part about sex; you stop caring about anything but sex.
a forehead drops against his own and dabi's eyes fall shut whether he wants them too or not. he lets go of his hair, his shoulder and instead wraps both arms around the kid's neck. holding onto him with all of his limbs and as much of his body as he can so he can drag him close. soaking in the heat and strength pounding into him and rocking him on the sheets. it's lust, yeah. it's using their bodies to give and get pleasure so nothing else matters. he'll consume it as much as fire consumes kindling. itadori's voice fills his ears, his gasps and moans and the occasional word. hard to think that excited kid in the park would be sounding like this a couple hours later. as far as dabi's caring to think, this is simply slotting itadori in as another useful contact. not in the manipulating way, as he knows by now he can't use him for his ambitions. but he'll use him in this way that itadori wants. sex. food. company. both of them can make of it what they want. doesn't have to go any deeper than that.
his eyes slit open again as the pace evens out, giving him a few seconds to simply pant against the other young man's mouth. black bangs mingling with the pink. it's a hard and heavy fuck. but somewhere in dabi's mind, that core of self-preservation lingers among the carnal bliss. he notices a darker color on the kid's face. on his forehead. across the bridge of his nose. on his cheeks. markings... something about an ability that's dangerous enough he didn't want to have sex, right?
he keeps his arms and legs around him, forehead to his, and leans in, biting itadori's lower lip enough to spark some pain on him even as he tightens his legs enough to squeeze the stronger youth firmly against his ass, deliberately stunting his thrusts. just gonna slow this down for a second and see if that cools him off a little.
if not, he can burn.] Feels good, huh...