[he's felt more eyes on him than he cares to count. more stares gawking at him than he wants to know. most of them in horror or shock, some in pity and disgust, a few in curiosity or interest. itadori's eye are one of the rare ones where he can actually feel... more than that. dabi's not sure he likes it. probably because he does like it. his single gaze isn't exactly dragging itself away from the kid's face either, noting the hang of his lashes and the red over his cheeks as an invisible breath puffs hot between glistening lips. looks... fucked. in the good way. exhausted and satiated, hair sticking to his forehead, spiked like dabi's but shorter with more spines.
uhn... that's a weird feeling. most partners don't let themselves go soft inside. but it kind of fits for itadori's first time. the heat in his body seems to wane a bit, going from a fireplace burn to a candle-soft warm. probably due to the afterglow seeping through him. obviously has nothing at all to do with that hand gently brushing his cheek and reminding him what he feels like to have someone treat him as a human instead of a monster or a thing.]
Yeah...? [leading off with that and trailing instead of finishing prompts a similar response as thumb paints a wet line across the charred purple of his lower lip. wet... oh yeah, the taste of copper makes it way into his mouth even as the realization dawns in itadori's eyes. really? he's looking horrified at a bit of blood when he's seen what he's seen and dabi's lying under him with more than half his flesh scorched to irreparable? psh... what a kid.
he doesn't even bother moving his hand to show him, letting the guy find the crimson stain radiating from the back of his hand on the sheets. there's a slight pain, more a sting from the piercing, but it's not bad. he's obviously endured far worse.]
Forget it. Shit happens plenty during sex.
[bruises, scrapes, bites, sometimes even serious injuries like a broken something or other. thankfully the kid doesn't linger on the issue and start getting teary eyed or offering apologies. the lack of coddling earns a small bump in acceptance. dabi's more noticing the expression on itadori's face, that doofy smirk of his that's too admiring and affectionate a look to be aimed at him. it'd been a good experience for him. the fumbling and mistakes made it memorable, something he wouldn't be able to wash out of his mind with other partners. itadori likely felt far better about it since it was a first.
and then the pull out. dabi grunts softly as itadori tugs free and collapses beside him while the villain works on rescuing his leg from being flopped on and trapped under the kid's hips. gives him some time to stretch his legs out from being hiked and wrapped around the young man's hips for so long. normally he would take a rest, then get up, dressed, and leave, but there've been other times where he adopted other habits. washing off, taking a nap, torching his partner, getting a drink, having a smoke. whatever. depended on the person and the location.
his name's not a surprise and dabi tilts his head enough to slide his eye to the corner of his lids. there's no rush on itadori's face or embarrassment/regret over what he just did. the next part, however, it somewhat surprising. not the first time he's been asked that, or the first time he's accepted. still not something he normally does on a "first time" meeting.]
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Date: 9/21/21 01:20 (UTC)uhn... that's a weird feeling. most partners don't let themselves go soft inside. but it kind of fits for itadori's first time. the heat in his body seems to wane a bit, going from a fireplace burn to a candle-soft warm. probably due to the afterglow seeping through him. obviously has nothing at all to do with that hand gently brushing his cheek and reminding him what he feels like to have someone treat him as a human instead of a monster or a thing.]
Yeah...? [leading off with that and trailing instead of finishing prompts a similar response as thumb paints a wet line across the charred purple of his lower lip. wet... oh yeah, the taste of copper makes it way into his mouth even as the realization dawns in itadori's eyes. really? he's looking horrified at a bit of blood when he's seen what he's seen and dabi's lying under him with more than half his flesh scorched to irreparable? psh... what a kid.
he doesn't even bother moving his hand to show him, letting the guy find the crimson stain radiating from the back of his hand on the sheets. there's a slight pain, more a sting from the piercing, but it's not bad. he's obviously endured far worse.]
Forget it. Shit happens plenty during sex.
[bruises, scrapes, bites, sometimes even serious injuries like a broken something or other. thankfully the kid doesn't linger on the issue and start getting teary eyed or offering apologies. the lack of coddling earns a small bump in acceptance. dabi's more noticing the expression on itadori's face, that doofy smirk of his that's too admiring and affectionate a look to be aimed at him. it'd been a good experience for him. the fumbling and mistakes made it memorable, something he wouldn't be able to wash out of his mind with other partners. itadori likely felt far better about it since it was a first.
and then the pull out. dabi grunts softly as itadori tugs free and collapses beside him while the villain works on rescuing his leg from being flopped on and trapped under the kid's hips. gives him some time to stretch his legs out from being hiked and wrapped around the young man's hips for so long. normally he would take a rest, then get up, dressed, and leave, but there've been other times where he adopted other habits. washing off, taking a nap,
torching his partner, getting a drink, having a smoke. whatever. depended on the person and the location.his name's not a surprise and dabi tilts his head enough to slide his eye to the corner of his lids. there's no rush on itadori's face or embarrassment/regret over what he just did. the next part, however, it somewhat surprising. not the first time he's been asked that, or the first time he's accepted. still not something he normally does on a "first time" meeting.]
Why d'ya wanna do that?