[it's not surprising that feeling pervades the younger man's sensations. dabi had already made it clear from the start this was a bad idea, even if it came more as a mocking suggestion than a truly declining damnation. and yet, here they were, not only with a text and phone call between them, but a meal homemade and consumed between them and an intimate action about to be consummated here together. dabi's no one to speak when it comes to stamina, his body received his mother's weak genes, unlike his two brothers. but the fire inside was strong. heating up as he was from itadori's actions and voice, he's unapologetic towards the other man sinking into the inferno that he embodies. nor is he at all inattentive to the heat radiating off his younger partner as well; the kid has a heat to him all that's his own... it's alluring.
as close as he is to finishing, he doesn't dare give itadori the chance to stagger and halt them both again with a doubt towards preference. straight up tells it to him, breathing the words into his ear as he drinks in the kid's panting breaths and whimpers of newborn pleasure. the bliss of having sex for the first time is that it eternally builds on itself, one better after another to that peak. his own body's already rushing for the same, stomach clenching inwards as the glassy emission spurts across his abs and decorates itadori's hand with sticky syrup. schlicking noises meld with the increased rhythm of their hips coming together with each thrust and dabi's somewhat impressed the other guy's got the brain power left to jerk him off and fuck him in tandem with each other. must be a natural...
pain--!! the sudden bite of stinging burn splits open the back of his hand; he's no stranger to getting scratched during sex. but there's a difference between nails and claws. part of itadori's "other" leaking out of him like those marks? ah but it's all right. unconscious trade paid back for burning the kid's hand with his flames. he bleeds red around his fingers and drips onto the sheets, but it's hardly a pain he'd flinch from. itadori's motions, the slide of his dick inside him, his lips on his mouth, they easily swallow up any discomfort into that coating of indulgent pleasure.
another kiss claims his mouth and dabi curls his fingers harshly into his hair, tugging at the roots as he all but strangles the teenager's hips with his legs. swears he's sucking out his breath with that kiss and there's a sultry eagerness in which the scarred villain accepts the encouragement to pour his tongue into the boy's mouth. not caring how wet it gets or how deep his tongue's able to go inside. tasting the faint flavor of their meal within his mouth along with the uniqueness of his own. teeth, tongue, gums, roof, and back out again to curl into his own mouth for a swallow. there won't be any bruising left on his burned flesh, but he still feels the pressure of nipping and sucking, and it's welcome.
nails slip from his flesh, his skin burns in relief, and dabi arches his hips up from the hand cupping beneath the diamond of his back. it presses his hand-enwrapped prick firmly into itadori's stomach and he deftly hikes a leg to drag a heel up to the small of his partner's spine. pressing down only enough to give him some pressure as his hips draw back and each inch slides out of him one after the other until the soft flare of his head nudges to the back of his rim. out? in? shove! fuck! it's almost bestial, slamming into him hard enough to make the bed rock and open his mouth with heated curses and grunts against itadori's lips. enough he can't even tell where he ends and itadori begins. any rhythm is gone as he feels the other man's pace climb towards the finish.
tension winds him tight like a charred bowstring, muscles seizing up as a vice around the sorcerer's prick. from that sudden rock-like hardening to the way he flares for a second as his heartbeat pounds in his veins. and everything bursts out. dabi's eyes fall shut, teeth baring between his lips as a seething hiss of ecstasy shoves his head back into the bed beneath him. heat pours inside as itadori comes and dabi's right there with him, abdominals crushing each other with every intense contraction sucking hard around the kid's dick and spurting lines of white across dabi's scorched flesh. making a mess inside and out, coating itadori's hand with the dwindling spurts of cream-hued dregs.
the villain's orgasmic shout dies to a louder gasp to a low groan and finally tapers off into a lust-drunk exhale. that's what he wanted. needed. the escape. nothing existed except for himself and itadori. blinded, deafened, struck numb, separated from everything save for the kid between his legs, in his arms, against his lips. a blissful escape. the kind of high that only the strongest of drugs can even hope to merely simulate.
slowly that seeps down from high to afterglow and dabi relaxes his death grip on itadori's body. drifting down with his partner into a sloggen mess on the bed. head dropped partially to the side, eyes closed and face flips, lips parted just enough to show some white and pink as that expression of pleasure washes over his face, what parts of his cheek remain still able to show the ruddy flush of arousal. only after a few more seconds of rest does he slit one eye open, gazing up at the younger man above him. he knows he'll be burning his visage into his mind's eye for life, but it's a small price to pay.]
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as close as he is to finishing, he doesn't dare give itadori the chance to stagger and halt them both again with a doubt towards preference. straight up tells it to him, breathing the words into his ear as he drinks in the kid's panting breaths and whimpers of newborn pleasure. the bliss of having sex for the first time is that it eternally builds on itself, one better after another to that peak. his own body's already rushing for the same, stomach clenching inwards as the glassy emission spurts across his abs and decorates itadori's hand with sticky syrup. schlicking noises meld with the increased rhythm of their hips coming together with each thrust and dabi's somewhat impressed the other guy's got the brain power left to jerk him off and fuck him in tandem with each other. must be a natural...
pain--!! the sudden bite of stinging burn splits open the back of his hand; he's no stranger to getting scratched during sex. but there's a difference between nails and claws. part of itadori's "other" leaking out of him like those marks? ah but it's all right. unconscious trade paid back for burning the kid's hand with his flames. he bleeds red around his fingers and drips onto the sheets, but it's hardly a pain he'd flinch from. itadori's motions, the slide of his dick inside him, his lips on his mouth, they easily swallow up any discomfort into that coating of indulgent pleasure.
another kiss claims his mouth and dabi curls his fingers harshly into his hair, tugging at the roots as he all but strangles the teenager's hips with his legs. swears he's sucking out his breath with that kiss and there's a sultry eagerness in which the scarred villain accepts the encouragement to pour his tongue into the boy's mouth. not caring how wet it gets or how deep his tongue's able to go inside. tasting the faint flavor of their meal within his mouth along with the uniqueness of his own. teeth, tongue, gums, roof, and back out again to curl into his own mouth for a swallow. there won't be any bruising left on his burned flesh, but he still feels the pressure of nipping and sucking, and it's welcome.
nails slip from his flesh, his skin burns in relief, and dabi arches his hips up from the hand cupping beneath the diamond of his back. it presses his hand-enwrapped prick firmly into itadori's stomach and he deftly hikes a leg to drag a heel up to the small of his partner's spine. pressing down only enough to give him some pressure as his hips draw back and each inch slides out of him one after the other until the soft flare of his head nudges to the back of his rim. out? in? shove! fuck! it's almost bestial, slamming into him hard enough to make the bed rock and open his mouth with heated curses and grunts against itadori's lips. enough he can't even tell where he ends and itadori begins. any rhythm is gone as he feels the other man's pace climb towards the finish.
tension winds him tight like a charred bowstring, muscles seizing up as a vice around the sorcerer's prick. from that sudden rock-like hardening to the way he flares for a second as his heartbeat pounds in his veins. and everything bursts out. dabi's eyes fall shut, teeth baring between his lips as a seething hiss of ecstasy shoves his head back into the bed beneath him. heat pours inside as itadori comes and dabi's right there with him, abdominals crushing each other with every intense contraction sucking hard around the kid's dick and spurting lines of white across dabi's scorched flesh. making a mess inside and out, coating itadori's hand with the dwindling spurts of cream-hued dregs.
the villain's orgasmic shout dies to a louder gasp to a low groan and finally tapers off into a lust-drunk exhale. that's what he wanted. needed. the escape. nothing existed except for himself and itadori. blinded, deafened, struck numb, separated from everything save for the kid between his legs, in his arms, against his lips. a blissful escape. the kind of high that only the strongest of drugs can even hope to merely simulate.
slowly that seeps down from high to afterglow and dabi relaxes his death grip on itadori's body. drifting down with his partner into a sloggen mess on the bed. head dropped partially to the side, eyes closed and face flips, lips parted just enough to show some white and pink as that expression of pleasure washes over his face, what parts of his cheek remain still able to show the ruddy flush of arousal. only after a few more seconds of rest does he slit one eye open, gazing up at the younger man above him. he knows he'll be burning his visage into his mind's eye for life, but it's a small price to pay.]