[somehow that doesn't surprise him. dabi traces his tongue up hanamiya's nape, slipping off before he gets into his hair. rather not have a mouth full of black strands all over his tongue.
there's power in having knowledge over another person. secrets that they think are theirs alone. dirt that can be formed into weapons and fired to shatter faith and reputation, ruining good standing, casting doubt and sowing dissatisfaction and anger. it erodes trust and thus support, weakening them more and more. information is power.
dabi slips his fingers out of hanamiya's ass after that little comment. disappointed, huh. he's heard that plenty of times too. it needles him slightly, tempting him to set the bed, the kid, and this entire place on fire. it'd be only a fleeting disappointment... but conversely, how much more pleasurable would it be to prove the kid wrong, make him admit it, and feel amazing all at the same time? without losing a good place to meet up and fuck in the process.
both hands press to the bed on either side of hanamiya's shoulders and dabi mounts him from behind, the villain's lanky, scarred figure hovering over the athlete's taller, stronger body. he doesn't bother guiding himself in with his hand, just angles his hips and starts rocking his dick between hanamiya's cheeks. back and forth, back and forth, before angling down and moving until his head finally catches that puckered rim.]
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Date: 2/28/24 03:54 (UTC)there's power in having knowledge over another person. secrets that they think are theirs alone. dirt that can be formed into weapons and fired to shatter faith and reputation, ruining good standing, casting doubt and sowing dissatisfaction and anger. it erodes trust and thus support, weakening them more and more. information is power.
dabi slips his fingers out of hanamiya's ass after that little comment. disappointed, huh. he's heard that plenty of times too. it needles him slightly, tempting him to set the bed, the kid, and this entire place on fire. it'd be only a fleeting disappointment... but conversely, how much more pleasurable would it be to prove the kid wrong, make him admit it, and feel amazing all at the same time? without losing a good place to meet up and fuck in the process.
both hands press to the bed on either side of hanamiya's shoulders and dabi mounts him from behind, the villain's lanky, scarred figure hovering over the athlete's taller, stronger body. he doesn't bother guiding himself in with his hand, just angles his hips and starts rocking his dick between hanamiya's cheeks. back and forth, back and forth, before angling down and moving until his head finally catches that puckered rim.]
Tell me ya want it.