What? [dabi doesn't care about top or bottom in terms of who's dominating or who's weaker. that doesn't mean shit to him, though he's not afraid to use it if other people have those feelings. what matters to him during sex is whether or not he enjoys it. if he's not, then bad things happen. simple as that.]
Ain't ya nice. Not gonna go around school sayin ya fucked around with a villain are ya? [deliberately dangling that idea in front of hanamiya on purpose. the corner of dabi's mouth hooks up in a sneer/smirk, that staple at the rim seeming to stretch in a grisly manner and show wet flesh between the seams. violence and sex aren't always hand in hand, but they make good partners when they do.] That'd get the cops on ya real quick.
[sure, it'd be bragging, pride, even intimidation rights to crow about what hanamiya did. but linking himself to dabi in any way outside of this room is not a good idea. because if shit goes down, dabi's not afraid to burn up loose ends.
a slight grunt escapes his lips when that finger pushes forward, nudging into his hole as the villain's ring clenches down on hanamiya's fingertip. his dick jumps at the same tie, eager for the kid's touch. long fingers for a high schooler. then again, that helps in basketball, doesn't it. while his dick has escaped the ravages of his quirk's flames, dabi's not left it alone. a silver four-rung frenum ladder runs centered up on the underside of his dick, small metal orbs sitting on either side of his urethra tract. something to help "feel" while sex is going on.] Yeah. Betcha got a few admirers.
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Date: 1/11/24 22:26 (UTC)Ain't ya nice. Not gonna go around school sayin ya fucked around with a villain are ya? [deliberately dangling that idea in front of hanamiya on purpose. the corner of dabi's mouth hooks up in a sneer/smirk, that staple at the rim seeming to stretch in a grisly manner and show wet flesh between the seams. violence and sex aren't always hand in hand, but they make good partners when they do.] That'd get the cops on ya real quick.
[sure, it'd be bragging, pride, even intimidation rights to crow about what hanamiya did. but linking himself to dabi in any way outside of this room is not a good idea. because if shit goes down, dabi's not afraid to burn up loose ends.
a slight grunt escapes his lips when that finger pushes forward, nudging into his hole as the villain's ring clenches down on hanamiya's fingertip. his dick jumps at the same tie, eager for the kid's touch. long fingers for a high schooler. then again, that helps in basketball, doesn't it. while his dick has escaped the ravages of his quirk's flames, dabi's not left it alone. a silver four-rung frenum ladder runs centered up on the underside of his dick, small metal orbs sitting on either side of his urethra tract. something to help "feel" while sex is going on.] Yeah. Betcha got a few admirers.