Uh-huh. It feels too good to wanna pull out just yet. [dabi grins down at him, the corners of his mouth tugging grisly against the staples holding his flesh together. plus basketball athletes were pretty agile. it wouldn't be a bad thing to see hanamiya show off a little.

his eyes wander down the kid's back and shoulders, obviously interested in seeing him move like this. dabi has to admit, he rather likes the basketball player's body. he's strong, but not bulky, keeping a sleek physique that's more akin to the villain's own than those bulked out heroes. jealous? petty? aroused? all three. go figure.]

Ya still goin on about that? You're makin it sound like you've got sand paper in your ass.

[instead of precum that dabi's been leaking since a few seconds after shoving his dick in hanamiya. he has to lift up on his own knees when the kid rises up, hands flexing around his narrow hips and holding his ass flush to his lap. dabi actually hears that slick peel of hanamiya's cock and hips leaving the apparently-well-drenched pillow below him. that's pretty hot. until he turns the pillow over. brat. dabi planned to dump him right into his own mess.

he shifts slightly when hanamiya rolls over, drags his ass back to his hips if he feels like he's pulling off his cock. the way his tunnel clenches around his dick during the turn is insane and the villain's piercings rub all over hanamiya's walls as he rotates around him. until he's finally on his back, with a rather telling look on his face...

dabi lets go of his hips and holds his hands up near his own.] Legs.