[best part of it, isn't it. dabi's able to see that change as well, washing over itadori's face. it's in the sound of his voice and breath, from curses to gasps. it's in the motions of his body, from the faltering explorative pace and touching to the assured rhythm when nothing else matters but that pleasure. yeah, it's why he indulges in this. not sure what he's just wreaked on itadori's once-innocent frame, but hell if dabi's regretting it. the kid looks good like this, sex-flushed and aroused. even when it all comes grinding to an uncomfortable half, stabilized in that molten pleasure.
yeah, unfortunately at this point, with that earlier warning, dabi's managed to keep that one non-itadori-fucking-him thought afloat. because he's simply too selfish to die before endeavor. couldn't say he'd have been able to care about anything if he'd reached his orgasm, but that's something they can contend with later. mildly irritated it has to happen like this, but those marks on itadori's face say something's happening, and the only "what" is that warning.
it's the second set of eyes, however, that actually snap him from his sex-addled haze, turquoise gaze locking on the slitted crimson staring up at him from the corner of itadori's eyelids. no wonder why those little tattoos felt so strange under his fingers. eyeballs. gross. but he's seen far worse than a few extra body parts on people, so he's not at all turned off by the addition. it's more the feeling those eyes aren't itadori's that somewhat unnerves him. like there's another person looking out of those ruby slivers. he's had interruptions during sex before, someone barging in to panic over something or someone knocking on the door to ask a question. fucking annoying... but never really got interrupted by the same person having sex with him. so that's a new one.
no, he's not pushing itadori away. matter of fact, he's holding him tight and keeping him close. it's selfish. he's got his dick in his ass and knows there's a whole orgasm building up between both of them that wants out. for all his dickish behavior, dabi's not fond of blue balling. easy as it'd be to push apart and finish by hand, literally, he'd rather not. seems itadori knows what's going on too, what with the way his gaze drops and how he's not exactly fighting the forced slowdown.]
Nah. This never gets "too good", idiot. It's why we do it.
[perhaps not in the same vein, but dabi understands what it means to have "mine" stripped from him. he was never given the chance to develop his own dreams as a child. endeavor poured his ambitions into him with his fists and his fire, stamped down on anything touya might have come up with on his own. he everything for his father, sacrificed things he never even knew he could one day call his own. never had his own dreams or wants; they were always tainted by endeavor's. his quirk was endeavor's. his body. his future. his path. and back then, he wanted it so badly because that's what he believed was important. it was why he'd been created. until that was ripped out of him thanks to his failure. a quirk too strong and a body too weak. abandoned by his father without ever being taught how to be his own, without ever learning how to turn his fire down or control it asides from heating up. even now, his insides are full of endeavor. fish and rice, can't eat because of him. his dreams and thoughts revolve around him. even though he's physically out from under his father's thumb, his life burns because of him. yeah, he knows what it's like to share "himself" with another person. the invasion, the disconnection, the poisoning spoilage.
his experience with itadori's been good. even managed to get him to loosen up and lower some of his guards. while there's a proud part of him that's irked the kid has to share this with whatever's behind those eyes, at the same time, dabi's callous enough to not give a shit either. whoever's along for the ride still isn't the car. and he doubts they're driving it. the night's still yuuji itadori's experience. dabi's still itadori's partner and his first. no one else gets to claim that. it's between them alone.]
Dontcha fuckin dare.
[dabi gives one hard yank with his legs, forcing the young sorcerer's hips firmly against his own in a heady rut. shoves his dick flush inside him again and he catches the back of the kid's head in his hand, fingers curling in his pink hair. scarred limbs ease up, releasing itadori a little to give him permission, even encouragement, to move. he lets him touch his lip once or twice before leaning in and catching his thumb between his teeth, biting it semi-roughly. dabi's given a middle finger to the world before. why the hell should this be any different? he wants itadori to think about that. think about them, about his dick being inside him, about the villain's cock being rocked between their abs. about how good this feels. he doesn't have to calm down.
hands pin down on the bed on either side of his head, crushing the sheets, and dabi's eyes linger on itadori's head as he pulls upward to stare somewhere else. dick. his hips burn a bit from the hard grip now released, but it's paltry pain compared to what he's usually dealing with. those stupid words, letting go and reaching their limits, earn a scoff from the villain below and he only "lets go" enough to skim one leg down and deliberately clench and pull, dragging itadori's pants off his hips and ass an slumped along his thighs. he'd strip him further if he could, get him completely naked, but leaves that to the kid as he hooks his leg back around his waist and squeezes him again.]
Look at me.
[he pulls itadori's head down via the grip in his hair, turquoise eyes burning into the amber ones above him. just the amber ones. his free hand falls to the bed beside itadori's own, fingers curled and palm up. the same palm which begins to glow blue, hot enough to instantly cause their air around it to waver. something to remind the guy dabi's not some weak thing that can easily be made some kind of prey. it's a veiled threat and promise. the heat dies down and the blue glow subsides into normal flesh.]
I ain't lettin go. Neither are you. Go all the way.
[he drags him down, lips finding itdadori's in a firm, lazy, but heated kiss. dabi holds him there, enough to stoke those fires all over again before he breaks it in a messy pant, saliva stretching between their mouths with a strand or two until the distance beads and breaks them.]
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yeah, unfortunately at this point, with that earlier warning, dabi's managed to keep that one non-itadori-fucking-him thought afloat. because he's simply too selfish to die before endeavor. couldn't say he'd have been able to care about anything if he'd reached his orgasm, but that's something they can contend with later. mildly irritated it has to happen like this, but those marks on itadori's face say something's happening, and the only "what" is that warning.
it's the second set of eyes, however, that actually snap him from his sex-addled haze, turquoise gaze locking on the slitted crimson staring up at him from the corner of itadori's eyelids. no wonder why those little tattoos felt so strange under his fingers. eyeballs. gross. but he's seen far worse than a few extra body parts on people, so he's not at all turned off by the addition. it's more the feeling those eyes aren't itadori's that somewhat unnerves him. like there's another person looking out of those ruby slivers. he's had interruptions during sex before, someone barging in to panic over something or someone knocking on the door to ask a question. fucking annoying... but never really got interrupted by the same person having sex with him. so that's a new one.
no, he's not pushing itadori away. matter of fact, he's holding him tight and keeping him close. it's selfish. he's got his dick in his ass and knows there's a whole orgasm building up between both of them that wants out. for all his dickish behavior, dabi's not fond of blue balling. easy as it'd be to push apart and finish by hand, literally, he'd rather not. seems itadori knows what's going on too, what with the way his gaze drops and how he's not exactly fighting the forced slowdown.]
Nah. This never gets "too good", idiot. It's why we do it.
[perhaps not in the same vein, but dabi understands what it means to have "mine" stripped from him. he was never given the chance to develop his own dreams as a child. endeavor poured his ambitions into him with his fists and his fire, stamped down on anything touya might have come up with on his own. he everything for his father, sacrificed things he never even knew he could one day call his own. never had his own dreams or wants; they were always tainted by endeavor's. his quirk was endeavor's. his body. his future. his path. and back then, he wanted it so badly because that's what he believed was important. it was why he'd been created. until that was ripped out of him thanks to his failure. a quirk too strong and a body too weak. abandoned by his father without ever being taught how to be his own, without ever learning how to turn his fire down or control it asides from heating up. even now, his insides are full of endeavor. fish and rice, can't eat because of him. his dreams and thoughts revolve around him. even though he's physically out from under his father's thumb, his life burns because of him. yeah, he knows what it's like to share "himself" with another person. the invasion, the disconnection, the poisoning spoilage.
his experience with itadori's been good. even managed to get him to loosen up and lower some of his guards. while there's a proud part of him that's irked the kid has to share this with whatever's behind those eyes, at the same time, dabi's callous enough to not give a shit either. whoever's along for the ride still isn't the car. and he doubts they're driving it. the night's still yuuji itadori's experience. dabi's still itadori's partner and his first. no one else gets to claim that. it's between them alone.]
Dontcha fuckin dare.
[dabi gives one hard yank with his legs, forcing the young sorcerer's hips firmly against his own in a heady rut. shoves his dick flush inside him again and he catches the back of the kid's head in his hand, fingers curling in his pink hair. scarred limbs ease up, releasing itadori a little to give him permission, even encouragement, to move. he lets him touch his lip once or twice before leaning in and catching his thumb between his teeth, biting it semi-roughly. dabi's given a middle finger to the world before. why the hell should this be any different? he wants itadori to think about that. think about them, about his dick being inside him, about the villain's cock being rocked between their abs. about how good this feels. he doesn't have to calm down.
hands pin down on the bed on either side of his head, crushing the sheets, and dabi's eyes linger on itadori's head as he pulls upward to stare somewhere else. dick. his hips burn a bit from the hard grip now released, but it's paltry pain compared to what he's usually dealing with. those stupid words, letting go and reaching their limits, earn a scoff from the villain below and he only "lets go" enough to skim one leg down and deliberately clench and pull, dragging itadori's pants off his hips and ass an slumped along his thighs. he'd strip him further if he could, get him completely naked, but leaves that to the kid as he hooks his leg back around his waist and squeezes him again.]
Look at me.
[he pulls itadori's head down via the grip in his hair, turquoise eyes burning into the amber ones above him. just the amber ones. his free hand falls to the bed beside itadori's own, fingers curled and palm up. the same palm which begins to glow blue, hot enough to instantly cause their air around it to waver. something to remind the guy dabi's not some weak thing that can easily be made some kind of prey. it's a veiled threat and promise. the heat dies down and the blue glow subsides into normal flesh.]
I ain't lettin go. Neither are you. Go all the way.
[he drags him down, lips finding itdadori's in a firm, lazy, but heated kiss. dabi holds him there, enough to stoke those fires all over again before he breaks it in a messy pant, saliva stretching between their mouths with a strand or two until the distance beads and breaks them.]
Keep goin'. Ya doin' fine.