[ it definitely beats jerking off. whatever the fuck he was doing before is not even worth the analogy; this is beyond what he ever expected. it's so easy to get lost in it, dim everything in the background, and get drifted into a zone where nothing exists but him and dabi. which is the core of all his worries earlier. it brings a halt to a beautiful dream, dragging them into a standoff. how will each person react?
dabi had a fair warning, watched as the teen faltered between going through with it or keep it safe. far too honest to allow the villain to be caught off guard, and his awareness served them well. dabi is smart enough to stay vigilant, to keep an attentive outlook while the sorcerer didn't. in a way, it showed who really is in control, and it isn't itadori.
the harsh bite triggered a small grunt, forcing his heavy lids to open— just enough to peek through dabi's eyes; his own is still a bright shade of amber; the extra pair on each cheekbone isn't. instead, shimmering in red. a bit dumbfounded with the way dabi's legs clasped into him, hindering his movement, urging itadori to slow down until it was too much of a hassle to keep going; stopping altogether. there's a moment of silence, the air between them is heavy— there is no attempt of protests from his side, nor did he ask 'why'. he just ... froze.
dabi's words linger in the back of his mind, slowly shifting his gaze lower, taking note of the man's body language. he's not ... pushing him away, is he? a total switch from how dabi was a while ago; on edge, guard up, and wary of every little step. even when he's given an opportunity to end it all, shove itadori away and call it quits— he didn't do any of that.
his hard, sharp expression slipped a little on the edges. he pressed his lips together- ]
So good ... maybe too good.
[ yes, he's not oblivious of what's going on. it's an odd change in his dynamic with sukuna; a simple explanation would lead to the jarring reminder of this body is no longer his own. it's disheartening in a sense that— something so special to him is being shared. this night with dabi. what that man has given him, all that submission and willingness to allow the sorcerer to take the lead, give in to his desires, all of this ... might be nothing more than a sweet illusion all along. he can subdue the curse back to its domain, it might take him a minute or so, but he's not so far behind to lose full restrain. it was a slip; a mistake in the heat of the moment, but this little stunt left its mark where it hurts.
when this night ends, and he's alone with his thoughts, he'll understand what it truly means— not to have the independence to call something 'mine' anymore. ]
I'll stop ... if you want me to.
[ he bends forward, touched their foreheads together again. lifted a hand, one calloused thumb brushing very lightly over the swell of dabi's lower lip; his own is bruised from the small bite earlier. his toes curl, fighting the burning need to move his hips again, trying not to think about how fucking insane it is to be inside dabi, in the peak of all those raging hormones, yet find himself obliged ( for a good reason) to censor all the natural intuitions and hold still. how the hell is he supposed to calm down like this?
which might explain why it's— taking a bit longer than usual. with a subtle 'ah', itadori realized he should relief the other from his strong hold, letting go of dabi's now blemished hips, only to press his hands against the mattress, on either side of the other man's head— fingers gripping on the bedsheets instead. that's when it hit him- ]
I think ... you'll need to let go.
[ it's not happening. with dabi laying under him, fully naked, squeezing on his arousal as they speak, looking at him the way he did— and he expect itadori to, somehow, not be overwhelmed by it? oh god, this is too much. in a desperate attempt for a distraction from that view, itadori lifts his head up, staring idly at the shabby wall behind them; while the other pair's stare is centered on the villain, unflinching. ]
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dabi had a fair warning, watched as the teen faltered between going through with it or keep it safe. far too honest to allow the villain to be caught off guard, and his awareness served them well. dabi is smart enough to stay vigilant, to keep an attentive outlook while the sorcerer didn't. in a way, it showed who really is in control, and it isn't itadori.
the harsh bite triggered a small grunt, forcing his heavy lids to open— just enough to peek through dabi's eyes; his own is still a bright shade of amber; the extra pair on each cheekbone isn't. instead, shimmering in red. a bit dumbfounded with the way dabi's legs clasped into him, hindering his movement, urging itadori to slow down until it was too much of a hassle to keep going; stopping altogether. there's a moment of silence, the air between them is heavy— there is no attempt of protests from his side, nor did he ask 'why'. he just ... froze.
dabi's words linger in the back of his mind, slowly shifting his gaze lower, taking note of the man's body language. he's not ... pushing him away, is he? a total switch from how dabi was a while ago; on edge, guard up, and wary of every little step. even when he's given an opportunity to end it all, shove itadori away and call it quits— he didn't do any of that.
his hard, sharp expression slipped a little on the edges. he pressed his lips together- ]
So good ... maybe too good.
[ yes, he's not oblivious of what's going on. it's an odd change in his dynamic with sukuna; a simple explanation would lead to the jarring reminder of this body is no longer his own. it's disheartening in a sense that— something so special to him is being shared. this night with dabi. what that man has given him, all that submission and willingness to allow the sorcerer to take the lead, give in to his desires, all of this ... might be nothing more than a sweet illusion all along. he can subdue the curse back to its domain, it might take him a minute or so, but he's not so far behind to lose full restrain. it was a slip; a mistake in the heat of the moment, but this little stunt left its mark where it hurts.
when this night ends, and he's alone with his thoughts, he'll understand what it truly means— not to have the independence to call something 'mine' anymore. ]
I'll stop ... if you want me to.
[ he bends forward, touched their foreheads together again. lifted a hand, one calloused thumb brushing very lightly over the swell of dabi's lower lip; his own is bruised from the small bite earlier. his toes curl, fighting the burning need to move his hips again, trying not to think about how fucking insane it is to be inside dabi, in the peak of all those raging hormones, yet find himself obliged ( for a good reason) to censor all the natural intuitions and hold still. how the hell is he supposed to calm down like this?
which might explain why it's— taking a bit longer than usual. with a subtle 'ah', itadori realized he should relief the other from his strong hold, letting go of dabi's now blemished hips, only to press his hands against the mattress, on either side of the other man's head— fingers gripping on the bedsheets instead. that's when it hit him- ]
I think ... you'll need to let go.
[ it's not happening. with dabi laying under him, fully naked, squeezing on his arousal as they speak, looking at him the way he did— and he expect itadori to, somehow, not be overwhelmed by it? oh god, this is too much. in a desperate attempt for a distraction from that view, itadori lifts his head up, staring idly at the shabby wall behind them; while the other pair's stare is centered on the villain, unflinching. ]
M-Maybe that's ... as far as we can go?