Lube and condoms. We need it, right? We just made a huge mess ...
[ yeah, dabi got it right. it was extremely tempting to give in to exhaustion as he relished the bliss of their afterglow, and itadori is still annoyed that he had to break it off and attend to the shower instead. it's a learning experience, so next time he will come prepared. well— if he ever gets the heads-up. you can't always plan out those things. sometimes it just happens.
his gaze shadowed dabi's steps, turning his head to glance back at first, only to be coaxed by a firm tug at his hair. itadori asked no questions, aired no protests, merely complying with it. the pressure on his throat might make someone feel restless, especially with the way his neck flexed, bare, far too vulnerable under the mercy of a man who had blood on his hands. was it blind trust, or foolish devotion? maybe a mix of both.
... oh, that was— cute. he could almost see sparks striking behind his closed eyelids, tipping his chin upward, embracing the kiss with parted lips. itadori didn't dare to move when dabi broke it off to speak, not even an inch. he stares at the other from this peculiar viewpoint, lashes low. his blood has warmed up, and is just roaring hot through his veins. why? because this is the first time dabi reached for a touch, seemingly growing more relaxed around him. in contrast to how their night had started, watching the man right now just felt so—
what was it again? is it 'calming'? 'heartwarming'? itadori couldn't specify it into a single word. it's a mad rush of several emotions all at once. he leaned in again, tongue flicking a line to bisect dabi's lips before kissing the edge of his mouth. ]
Am I? ... Sorry. Tolerate it.
[ gently, he relaxed his neck, sitting up a bit as his arm stretched back to curve around dabi's waist, drawing him close, enough to urge him to settle down next to him. it makes his heart beat faster, warmer... itadori's own smile softens, and he leans toward his partner just a little, lightly touching their foreheads together. even in the heaven of itadori's rare contentment ... 'how can I protect you? — those words persist, a breath away from slipping out. they end up unheard, and he turns his face just enough, lips brushing the other man's ear. ]
I want to be with you. Like this. Whenever we can.
[ and maybe, just maybe, that's all itadori can do for him. if he can't change his mind, change his resolve, make him see that he's sabotaging himself more than the family he's so desperate to punish—then all he can offer is a safe space, a kind company, and a reminder that he doesn't need to be alone all the time. please don't end up all alone. the conception might be enough, even in its simplicity. itadori hopes so.
playfully, he pulled dabi against him before he shoved his weight on the other, and they end up flopping down on the mattress with a loud creak. man, that bed had gone through some shit tonight, and it's still not over. resting on his side, he rolled over to face dabi, with his cheek squished against the pillow. ]
Okay. You need to decide! Pitch black or lights on? Blanket or no blanket? I'll be fine either way.
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[ yeah, dabi got it right. it was extremely tempting to give in to exhaustion as he relished the bliss of their afterglow, and itadori is still annoyed that he had to break it off and attend to the shower instead. it's a learning experience, so next time he will come prepared. well— if he ever gets the heads-up. you can't always plan out those things. sometimes it just happens.
his gaze shadowed dabi's steps, turning his head to glance back at first, only to be coaxed by a firm tug at his hair. itadori asked no questions, aired no protests, merely complying with it. the pressure on his throat might make someone feel restless, especially with the way his neck flexed, bare, far too vulnerable under the mercy of a man who had blood on his hands. was it blind trust, or foolish devotion? maybe a mix of both.
... oh, that was— cute. he could almost see sparks striking behind his closed eyelids, tipping his chin upward, embracing the kiss with parted lips. itadori didn't dare to move when dabi broke it off to speak, not even an inch. he stares at the other from this peculiar viewpoint, lashes low. his blood has warmed up, and is just roaring hot through his veins. why? because this is the first time dabi reached for a touch, seemingly growing more relaxed around him. in contrast to how their night had started, watching the man right now just felt so—
what was it again? is it 'calming'? 'heartwarming'? itadori couldn't specify it into a single word. it's a mad rush of several emotions all at once. he leaned in again, tongue flicking a line to bisect dabi's lips before kissing the edge of his mouth. ]
Am I? ... Sorry. Tolerate it.
[ gently, he relaxed his neck, sitting up a bit as his arm stretched back to curve around dabi's waist, drawing him close, enough to urge him to settle down next to him. it makes his heart beat faster, warmer... itadori's own smile softens, and he leans toward his partner just a little, lightly touching their foreheads together. even in the heaven of itadori's rare contentment ... 'how can I protect you? — those words persist, a breath away from slipping out. they end up unheard, and he turns his face just enough, lips brushing the other man's ear. ]
I want to be with you. Like this. Whenever we can.
[ and maybe, just maybe, that's all itadori can do for him. if he can't change his mind, change his resolve, make him see that he's sabotaging himself more than the family he's so desperate to punish—then all he can offer is a safe space, a kind company, and a reminder that he doesn't need to be alone all the time. please don't end up all alone. the conception might be enough, even in its simplicity. itadori hopes so.
playfully, he pulled dabi against him before he shoved his weight on the other, and they end up flopping down on the mattress with a loud creak. man, that bed had gone through some shit tonight, and it's still not over. resting on his side, he rolled over to face dabi, with his cheek squished against the pillow. ]
Okay. You need to decide! Pitch black or lights on? Blanket or no blanket? I'll be fine either way.