[ it was not his intention to stare, but he couldn't be bothered to conceal it as well, lashes low, blinking slowly as one corner of his mouth hooked up into a slow smile. fucking hell, yuuji. at least try not to look like a lovestruck fool. he exhaled a puff of breath, his features slack, exhausted. his hair sweat-damp and clinging to his yet feverish skin. he didn't move to pull out; just let his prick go soft inside the other man— still enchanted by dabi's vulnerability. with a soft sigh, he tilts his head to the side as he raised his other hand, mindful not to use the one covered in cum, reaching up to touch dabi's cheek- ]
You're ... [ fingers cradle into the curve of his flesh, using his thumb to lightly brush over dabi's lower lip. and at that moment, the wheels in itadori's foggy mind started spinning, and he grasped that he's ... smearing blood all over the villain's face? fumbling on his words at the horror of it. ] ... uhh?
[ what.
dumbfounded, he spends a second flexing his tainted fingers for a better view, baffled on what the fuck happened? where did all this blood come from? a blink, then his gaze shifts to where dabi's hand rests on the bed, finally noticing those small, open wounds. it's coming to him now, and he groaned soon after. ]
Sorry. My bad.
[ while he does feel guilty, itadori is not dwelling on it either. dabi isn't someone who needed coddling. this type of trauma isn't something that would startle him, even when the sorcerer isn't so keen to pull this shit again. it earns him an apology, a sincere one, in spite of itadori doing it while smirking; the expression vaguely, helplessly fond. with one hand covered in cum, the other in blood— he had to admit that he fucked up in some areas, but it was still the best night of his chaotic life. that says a lot. finally, he pulls away, giving in to exhaustion as he collapsed on the other side of the bed, next to dabi, resting on his back.
he turns his head to face the villain. while the idea of dabi walking out of the door without saying another word is a huge likelihood, it didn't mean itadori is discouraged. if anything, there is no sense of urgency from his end, more content in sharing space and being next to him a bit longer. he will not force the other into anything, that's for sure, but what's the harm in reaching out? itadori persuaded him before, and he will do it again. ]
Dabi.
[ he'd wait for his attention, to meet those eyes again, and when he gets it. ]
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You're ... [ fingers cradle into the curve of his flesh, using his thumb to lightly brush over dabi's lower lip. and at that moment, the wheels in itadori's foggy mind started spinning, and he grasped that he's ... smearing blood all over the villain's face? fumbling on his words at the horror of it. ] ... uhh?
[ what.
dumbfounded, he spends a second flexing his tainted fingers for a better view, baffled on what the fuck happened? where did all this blood come from? a blink, then his gaze shifts to where dabi's hand rests on the bed, finally noticing those small, open wounds. it's coming to him now, and he groaned soon after. ]
Sorry. My bad.
[ while he does feel guilty, itadori is not dwelling on it either. dabi isn't someone who needed coddling. this type of trauma isn't something that would startle him, even when the sorcerer isn't so keen to pull this shit again. it earns him an apology, a sincere one, in spite of itadori doing it while smirking; the expression vaguely, helplessly fond. with one hand covered in cum, the other in blood— he had to admit that he fucked up in some areas, but it was still the best night of his chaotic life. that says a lot. finally, he pulls away, giving in to exhaustion as he collapsed on the other side of the bed, next to dabi, resting on his back.
he turns his head to face the villain. while the idea of dabi walking out of the door without saying another word is a huge likelihood, it didn't mean itadori is discouraged. if anything, there is no sense of urgency from his end, more content in sharing space and being next to him a bit longer. he will not force the other into anything, that's for sure, but what's the harm in reaching out? itadori persuaded him before, and he will do it again. ]
Dabi.
[ he'd wait for his attention, to meet those eyes again, and when he gets it. ]
Let's spend the night here.