Leave the second one out; ya don't need it. Mess' fine.
[it's part of the experience. considering they just did it without a condom, dabi's not figuring they're going to require a revisit with one. especially since he's pretty sure itadori'd be curious about what finishing inside feels like, as he had with dabi. and heartless villain as he is, who's he to deny the guy that experience? especially after determining he's gonna fuck him into the mattress to get the other end of the spectrum. (hey, annoyance down; shower was your idea, yuji.)
tilting his head back and kissing him like this glazes towards the intimacy side of things, fingers and palm cupping round his throat flavoring it with something possessive and maybe even threatening. his thumb's right against itadori's pulse point, every beat of his blood thrumming through his flesh. dabi eases the grip on his hair, letting the damp, pink spikes shift between his joints and flutter across his hand. the guy complied with the kiss without question... well, they've not given each other reason to be afraid of the other so far.
parting their mouths only just enough to speak, dabi's words as tangible against itadori's lips as they're audible to his ears. only scarred throat and collar are visible real estate from this point of view for the sorcerer, but a good view's not the point for this kiss. temptation crawls through his lips and teeth to bite him, something aggressive and raw to clash with this sudden dip into the softer, but he brushes the allure aside. itadori's put up with plenty so far and has held to his word. he'll give him a little more leeway for the time being. give instead of taking.
maybe blame it on the afterglow later, despite that being long-since washed down the drain. a wet flick of tongue thuds against his lips, pressing them apart as the taste buds along the surface of itadori's muscle skim across dabi's scorched and fire-crenelated lower lip, a far contrast to the glass-smooth underside of that wet invasion wandering across his healthy upper. before that whole dual experience truncates in a short and sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
If I feel like it.
[what a bratty response. kind of likes it. releasing his neck and withdrawing, dabi surrenders itadori back to himself, resting on his calves behind him. that arm about his waist ultimately draws him out of his perch and he wrangles himself a bit to lean down beside him. attention to his position's momentarily shattered when itadori brings their foreheads together, earning a blink of surprise and then a somewhat narrowed gaze. there's a point where 'too familiar' is breached. this is nearing it. even with sex, dabi's not a touchy feely person this way. it skims it, a fish just under the surface, but doesn't breech as itadori instead goes for his ear.]
Gonna take that at surface value...
[such a statement is way past "dangerous" and into the "over the edge" territory. but to some testament of itadori's offer of a comfortable retreat, dabi doesn't outright dismiss it as his instinctive reaction immediately flares up to do. scorch it, kill it, tell him he's stupid for even thinking such a thing. instead, he'll take it as this. a physical retreat from his life. a place and person he can come to free of his normal baggage. apparently that also comes dealing with itadori's clingyness, but that's not too high a price. he can tolerate it. in exchange, he'll simply offer the same. a place where the sorcerer doesn't have to hold all of his baggage for a little while. that's as comfortable a trade as dabi's willing to make right now. itadori's welcome to fall deeper over the edge, but he won't.
never get attached to someone else. especially not like this... not that the villain has the capacity for those feelings anymore. but he'll at least give itadori that acceptance.
strength and pressure quickly topple him and dabi swings an arm back instinctively, bracing on the bed before his elbow buckles and he drops down onto it with a soft grunt. relax. the beds here have been through worse. sometimes quirks get involved in sex and that can really fuck up the supporting furniture. dabi settles onto his back, one arm draped across his chest, the other one lying at his side.
really? itadori's making a big deal about that? like a carnival game. this kid has too much fun with life. instead of answering, dabi merely kicks the sheets and blanket up from the bottom of the bed and drags them up. despite his resistance to cold, he's never been comfortable sleeping uncovered when he's not wearing his clothes. brings back bad sensations.]
Ya know both of those can be individual decisions. [aka: neither needs to decide to tolerate the other's preference. right before clicking off the light beside the bed.] Light or dark doesn't bother me.
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Date: 9/28/21 20:38 (UTC)[it's part of the experience. considering they just did it without a condom, dabi's not figuring they're going to require a revisit with one. especially since he's pretty sure itadori'd be curious about what finishing inside feels like, as he had with dabi. and heartless villain as he is, who's he to deny the guy that experience? especially after determining he's gonna fuck him into the mattress to get the other end of the spectrum. (hey, annoyance down; shower was your idea, yuji.)
tilting his head back and kissing him like this glazes towards the intimacy side of things, fingers and palm cupping round his throat flavoring it with something possessive and maybe even threatening. his thumb's right against itadori's pulse point, every beat of his blood thrumming through his flesh. dabi eases the grip on his hair, letting the damp, pink spikes shift between his joints and flutter across his hand. the guy complied with the kiss without question... well, they've not given each other reason to be afraid of the other so far.
parting their mouths only just enough to speak, dabi's words as tangible against itadori's lips as they're audible to his ears. only scarred throat and collar are visible real estate from this point of view for the sorcerer, but a good view's not the point for this kiss. temptation crawls through his lips and teeth to bite him, something aggressive and raw to clash with this sudden dip into the softer, but he brushes the allure aside. itadori's put up with plenty so far and has held to his word. he'll give him a little more leeway for the time being. give instead of taking.
maybe blame it on the afterglow later, despite that being long-since washed down the drain. a wet flick of tongue thuds against his lips, pressing them apart as the taste buds along the surface of itadori's muscle skim across dabi's scorched and fire-crenelated lower lip, a far contrast to the glass-smooth underside of that wet invasion wandering across his healthy upper. before that whole dual experience truncates in a short and sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
If I feel like it.
[what a bratty response. kind of likes it. releasing his neck and withdrawing, dabi surrenders itadori back to himself, resting on his calves behind him. that arm about his waist ultimately draws him out of his perch and he wrangles himself a bit to lean down beside him. attention to his position's momentarily shattered when itadori brings their foreheads together, earning a blink of surprise and then a somewhat narrowed gaze. there's a point where 'too familiar' is breached. this is nearing it. even with sex, dabi's not a touchy feely person this way. it skims it, a fish just under the surface, but doesn't breech as itadori instead goes for his ear.]
Gonna take that at surface value...
[such a statement is way past "dangerous" and into the "over the edge" territory. but to some testament of itadori's offer of a comfortable retreat, dabi doesn't outright dismiss it as his instinctive reaction immediately flares up to do. scorch it, kill it, tell him he's stupid for even thinking such a thing. instead, he'll take it as this. a physical retreat from his life. a place and person he can come to free of his normal baggage. apparently that also comes dealing with itadori's clingyness, but that's not too high a price. he can tolerate it. in exchange, he'll simply offer the same. a place where the sorcerer doesn't have to hold all of his baggage for a little while. that's as comfortable a trade as dabi's willing to make right now. itadori's welcome to fall deeper over the edge, but he won't.
never get attached to someone else. especially not like this... not that the villain has the capacity for those feelings anymore. but he'll at least give itadori that acceptance.
strength and pressure quickly topple him and dabi swings an arm back instinctively, bracing on the bed before his elbow buckles and he drops down onto it with a soft grunt. relax. the beds here have been through worse. sometimes quirks get involved in sex and that can really fuck up the supporting furniture. dabi settles onto his back, one arm draped across his chest, the other one lying at his side.
really? itadori's making a big deal about that? like a carnival game. this kid has too much fun with life. instead of answering, dabi merely kicks the sheets and blanket up from the bottom of the bed and drags them up. despite his resistance to cold, he's never been comfortable sleeping uncovered when he's not wearing his clothes. brings back bad sensations.]
Ya know both of those can be individual decisions. [aka: neither needs to decide to tolerate the other's preference. right before clicking off the light beside the bed.] Light or dark doesn't bother me.
[considering his quirk and all.]