[think they've already established dabi is insane. insane enough to burn the world down if it means tormenting and ultimately murdering his own father. insane enough to continued fucking when there's a second set of eyes belonging to something/one else staring at him from his partner's cheekbones. thing is, he doesn't give a shit about those eyes. right now, he's focused on itadori and what itadori wants. despite the small time they've spent together, all of one text session and now, there's a curiosity about the guy that dabi leans into, finding his innocence and determination a strange mixture. he's never actually been this close to someone like that. to say nothing of interacting with them in this way. itadori's come after him regardless of the numerous warnings he's given the kid. and he finds that kind of stubbornness and "hell with it" attitude intriguing. the two of them may be akin to a moth and a flame together, but they have the freedom to make that choice, don't they. it's nice to be so free.
in the depths of those two moments, the flavors of a homemade meal just for him and the heat of itadori's body pressing against and into him, dabi could lose himself and forget everything else in this shit world except for the pleasure. and the guy beside him. it's a fucking relief to let everything else drop away.
his name ghosts above him and dabi exhales in response, hot breath wavering from his lips. it sounds good, his name on itadori's tongue. he wouldn't argue any of this being "right" save for the kid not completely fucking up the "how to" of sex for a first timer. could've spent a minute missing with his dick. there's no hiding the satisfaction on dabi's face when itadori gets the notion behind that sudden yank of his pants. it's very much a "fuck you" to everything else going on.
that fades as he drags him into the kiss, taking control for a moment despite his promise to let itadori run everything. the guy could use some firmer distraction to prove to him that dabi isn't going anywhere. tilting to deepen it, heated tongue sweeping out to run against itadori's lips and swipe across his teeth. a hard grunt puffs out of his throat as the kid drives himself deeper inside him and his legs tighten up on his hips to keep him right there. of course it was deliberate. he's making a point here.
he'd never once promised itadori he wouldn't burn him. the man is fire and though the show of that azure glow was more to remind the younger man dabi was no one to be worried over from a threatened standpoint, if the slight singeing was enough to abate his internal warring and worry (or shut up the whoever was looking out as well), then so be it. pretty sure itadori had ways of patching up a small burn later on.
as the heat leaves his hand and replaces by fingers and a warm palm sliding between his own and settling against his respectively, dabi's eyes linger on itadori's face, half noting his expression and half simply watching him come closer. taking in the details from his eyebrows to his lashes to the heat in his amber eyes. before finally shutting them, head dropping back as itadori settles against his body again. better. the kiss holds firm and he cards his fingers through the guy's hair, skimming pink spikes beneath his palm with a tickling rush. hips roll forward, a moan spills into his mouth, and fingers burrow into his hair as that heated, messy kiss shuts him up. just a moment before the touch breaks.]
Not goin anywhere.
[waiting is kind of out of his hands, pinned as he is and half-wrapped around itadori's body. he rests his head on the sheets again, dealing with some impatience on his own part. painful? not so much. irritable? more likely. he'd been close to the edge when all this started, the stop is aggravating. he tilts his head to the side as itadori presses his face against it and exhales in a mixture of satisfaction and pleasure as the kid finally starts to move again. they're going to have to talk about this is they want to do it again. abs tighten, his legs tighten, and dabi clenches up around him, letting itadori control the pace and movement as he rocks with him on the bed. could stay slow, but the lazy increase in speed is telling enough. his breathing picks up, heavier sounds that start to match itadori's rhythm. it feels good, really good once more. for all that interruption, the kid hasn't gone soft at all. fucking staying power.
harder thrusts, deeper penetration, rolling into his hips and pressing flush to him as he digs his fingers into the back of itadori's hand and curls his other into his hair. his name comes out again in a moan and dabi turns his head just slightly enough to see the kid's ear and back of his head from the corner of his gaze. he's heard his name a lot during sex, but... this one's gonna be one that sticks afterwards. as he fumbles his way from his hair down to his hips, dabi sucks in his breath, flat stomach sinking inward to give itadori access into the slick mess of his dick and hips. immediately regretting it because as soon as he gets his hand around his cock, dabi's breath shoves out in a curse. the combination of all of that swiftly starts coiling all of that pleasure and backed up sensation inside.
one thing left to do. turn his head more to get his mouth right next to itadori's ear and give him a final permission. before he wastes time asking the question.]
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yeah so the notif for this never came through. sorry for the delay!
Date: 9/18/21 03:10 (UTC)in the depths of those two moments, the flavors of a homemade meal just for him and the heat of itadori's body pressing against and into him, dabi could lose himself and forget everything else in this shit world except for the pleasure. and the guy beside him. it's a fucking relief to let everything else drop away.
his name ghosts above him and dabi exhales in response, hot breath wavering from his lips. it sounds good, his name on itadori's tongue. he wouldn't argue any of this being "right" save for the kid not completely fucking up the "how to" of sex for a first timer. could've spent a minute missing with his dick. there's no hiding the satisfaction on dabi's face when itadori gets the notion behind that sudden yank of his pants. it's very much a "fuck you" to everything else going on.
that fades as he drags him into the kiss, taking control for a moment despite his promise to let itadori run everything. the guy could use some firmer distraction to prove to him that dabi isn't going anywhere. tilting to deepen it, heated tongue sweeping out to run against itadori's lips and swipe across his teeth. a hard grunt puffs out of his throat as the kid drives himself deeper inside him and his legs tighten up on his hips to keep him right there. of course it was deliberate. he's making a point here.
he'd never once promised itadori he wouldn't burn him. the man is fire and though the show of that azure glow was more to remind the younger man dabi was no one to be worried over from a threatened standpoint, if the slight singeing was enough to abate his internal warring and worry (or shut up the whoever was looking out as well), then so be it. pretty sure itadori had ways of patching up a small burn later on.
as the heat leaves his hand and replaces by fingers and a warm palm sliding between his own and settling against his respectively, dabi's eyes linger on itadori's face, half noting his expression and half simply watching him come closer. taking in the details from his eyebrows to his lashes to the heat in his amber eyes. before finally shutting them, head dropping back as itadori settles against his body again. better. the kiss holds firm and he cards his fingers through the guy's hair, skimming pink spikes beneath his palm with a tickling rush. hips roll forward, a moan spills into his mouth, and fingers burrow into his hair as that heated, messy kiss shuts him up. just a moment before the touch breaks.]
Not goin anywhere.
[waiting is kind of out of his hands, pinned as he is and half-wrapped around itadori's body. he rests his head on the sheets again, dealing with some impatience on his own part. painful? not so much. irritable? more likely. he'd been close to the edge when all this started, the stop is aggravating. he tilts his head to the side as itadori presses his face against it and exhales in a mixture of satisfaction and pleasure as the kid finally starts to move again. they're going to have to talk about this is they want to do it again. abs tighten, his legs tighten, and dabi clenches up around him, letting itadori control the pace and movement as he rocks with him on the bed. could stay slow, but the lazy increase in speed is telling enough. his breathing picks up, heavier sounds that start to match itadori's rhythm. it feels good, really good once more. for all that interruption, the kid hasn't gone soft at all. fucking staying power.
harder thrusts, deeper penetration, rolling into his hips and pressing flush to him as he digs his fingers into the back of itadori's hand and curls his other into his hair. his name comes out again in a moan and dabi turns his head just slightly enough to see the kid's ear and back of his head from the corner of his gaze. he's heard his name a lot during sex, but... this one's gonna be one that sticks afterwards. as he fumbles his way from his hair down to his hips, dabi sucks in his breath, flat stomach sinking inward to give itadori access into the slick mess of his dick and hips. immediately regretting it because as soon as he gets his hand around his cock, dabi's breath shoves out in a curse. the combination of all of that swiftly starts coiling all of that pleasure and backed up sensation inside.
one thing left to do. turn his head more to get his mouth right next to itadori's ear and give him a final permission. before he wastes time asking the question.]
Come in me.