[tempting to be another level of brat when he notices the kid rolling his eyes at him, but whatever. he doesn't feel like making a mess of a good night before it's barely begun. as for dealing with kiyoshi, more on that later.
dabi isn't exactly a hired thug; he makes other people do that kind of shit for him.
careful with that shower gel / shampoo / body wash / fucking toothpaste. there's only so much in there. not that dabi cares as hanamiya lathers up his hands and sets the sudsy surface to his back. not hard to tell that the guy's avoiding treating him like glass, but also not just scrubbing his back like you'd wash a wall. thanks to his injuries and the work done to save his life, dabi's sense of pain is practically gone, and his other tactile senses are dulled, but at least he can still feel pleasure where it counts. so long as hanamiya's aware, he won't be pulling out staples.
well, there are one or two that definitely need to be redone soon, so if he tries, they might fall out...
dabi rests his forearm against the shower wall when hanamiya grips his ass.] Heh, you couldn't wait to get there, could ya. [just to taunt him as those hands massage at his cheeks and soap him up. his upper thighs are fine; it's only halfway down where the scarred "stockings" start with another stapled seam under the athlete's hands.]
Nh. [a brief noise of sensation when hanamiya plays with his perineum, seeing dabi straddle his legs a bit to give him easier access. he huffs in amusement at the question and the feeling of a warm hand gliding soap between his buttocks.] Pretty good. Haven't felt someone do that before.
[he doesn't really shower with other people, and the rare times he does, no one's bothered to wash him off like this. it's a rather pleasant experience.] So what sport are ya in?
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Date: 1/10/24 16:14 (UTC)[tempting to be another level of brat when he notices the kid rolling his eyes at him, but whatever. he doesn't feel like making a mess of a good night before it's barely begun. as for dealing with kiyoshi, more on that later.
dabi isn't exactly a hired thug; he makes other people do that kind of shit for him.
careful with that shower gel / shampoo / body wash / fucking toothpaste. there's only so much in there. not that dabi cares as hanamiya lathers up his hands and sets the sudsy surface to his back. not hard to tell that the guy's avoiding treating him like glass, but also not just scrubbing his back like you'd wash a wall. thanks to his injuries and the work done to save his life, dabi's sense of pain is practically gone, and his other tactile senses are dulled, but at least he can still feel pleasure where it counts. so long as hanamiya's aware, he won't be pulling out staples.
well, there are one or two that definitely need to be redone soon, so if he tries, they might fall out...
dabi rests his forearm against the shower wall when hanamiya grips his ass.] Heh, you couldn't wait to get there, could ya. [just to taunt him as those hands massage at his cheeks and soap him up. his upper thighs are fine; it's only halfway down where the scarred "stockings" start with another stapled seam under the athlete's hands.]
Nh. [a brief noise of sensation when hanamiya plays with his perineum, seeing dabi straddle his legs a bit to give him easier access. he huffs in amusement at the question and the feeling of a warm hand gliding soap between his buttocks.] Pretty good. Haven't felt someone do that before.
[he doesn't really shower with other people, and the rare times he does, no one's bothered to wash him off like this. it's a rather pleasant experience.] So what sport are ya in?