[In that case.]

Fuck you, asshole. You know what I meant.

[He growls between pants, enjoying the way Dabi's pierced dick feels against his insides.]

First, you told me not to swear, and now you're telling me to censor myself? Make up your fucking mind.

[A moan escaped his throat, and he buried his face into the pillow. He'll censor his moans. Not his words.]