[Hey, takeout food and fucking's not a date. If they went to a restaurant, that'd be a date. And neither want that.
He lets out an annoyed grunt when he's pushed to the bed, but he expected this.]
If you don't like it, put something in my mouth.
[He pushes his hips up invitingly. He knows what's going to come next. Technically, he's already prepared; that finger from just five minutes ago was really all he needed. He just needs to make sure Dabi's dick is wet when he takes it.]
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He lets out an annoyed grunt when he's pushed to the bed, but he expected this.]
If you don't like it, put something in my mouth.
[He pushes his hips up invitingly. He knows what's going to come next. Technically, he's already prepared; that finger from just five minutes ago was really all he needed. He just needs to make sure Dabi's dick is wet when he takes it.]