[When he was young they kept telling him that his drive to succeed was unmatched, and that he could be the number one hero. So many people told him that, and his inferiority complex began the moment he realized there was too much of a gap between himself and All Might. Not in strength or skill, or even in number (Enji still has him beat statistically), but there's something else that the former number one had and he just couldn't figure it out. He did trample all over his personal ties in favor of chasing that one dream.
Ruined his family in the process. Touya ended up with all of Enji's strengths, but weaknesses enough to make up for it. And the traits Enji had that were more suitable for villainy? Dabi wore those on his sleeve naturally--those parts of himself that the hero Endeavor had to hide and relegate to his personal life alone. At least if he was a terrible human being, it would never put a stain on his hero record.
Dabi distracts him from his introspection when the young man stares him down and smacks a hand to his face like he owns it. Granted, he did play the largest part in giving him that scar on his face. Maybe he did own it, and every other part of his father's body. The scary thing is that Enji isn't so bothered by the idea. In a twisted way he knows he can never change Dabi's mind about the past and won't ever be forgiven for what he did. Dabi may never want to be close to him in any other way, but at least like this he doesn't show the same resistance to accept him.
If he's going to burn in hell, he might as well light the match himself.]
I can make it burn.
[In an instant Enji's already warm skin gets hotter. Not enough to burn Dabi's skin that's already used to a good amount of heat, but enough that any normal person would quickly want to draw their hand away. They're both playing with fire, figuratively and literally, but Enji is willing to give Dabi whatever it is that he wants. He's creeping closer to acceptance that he has that same potential for madness that Dabi has. He keeps finding ways to warp things to suit his own desires. Like deciding that the villain has ruined his own body and therefore deserves to enjoy his own healthy one however he pleases. And what sane person would pay for a wife with the intention of making powerful babies, then abuse that wife for standing up to him when he takes training too far.
It feels worse to be a bad man playing the hero than to be like Dabi who is awful but doesn't ever try to hide it. Maybe he should stop pretending. The slight scratch of staples against his skin makes him groan and he rocks his hips forward again. He hasn't done anything like this in decades.]
You're sick.
[It's a half-assed insult when his cock is swelling in response to the friction. Would a normal man even be able to get hard in a situation like this considering who they both used to be? He's clearly the one that's sick, and he's even the one to initiate it even if Dabi had been slowly dropping subtle hints about it--or that could be his own version of insanity making excuses for his misbehavior again. Enji wants to tell him that he'll stop if Dabi doesn't want it, but he can't find the voice to say those words. He doesn't want to stop, either, so maybe if he doesn't present that as an option they can take this further and see where it goes.
He only needs one hand to hold Dabi in place, so the other is free to wander over Dabi's wet body while the other seems focused on his face. Enji tries not to flinch as that scar on his face gets touched--something that has never happened--not like this. He hardly touches it himself. He draws in breath through teeth he hadn't recalled gritting, but he tries to focus on other things. Like moving his hand over Dabi's chest, his fingers passing back and forth over nipples that he's not sure produce much feeling.]
Of course I haven't. What's wrong with you? [It's difficult to speak with Dabi playing with his mouth like he's some kind of toy and not a human man, but he gets his point across. His brows furrowing in annoyance at the question. Why the hell would he ever do anything like this with them. They're his family. Dabi is..very much the exception. What's wrong with him?
Enji wants to say that he's not touched anyone since Shouto was conceived, but it's embarrassing enough to suppress that fact. He's done a lot to play the part of a dedicated hero. Giving up pleasures of the flesh to spend more time training or on the job. The hand holding Dabi up moves away the tighter those legs close around him, giving Enji the freedom to allow it to roam as well. He squeezes Dabi's ass with both hands, drawing him down against him as he slides his cock against the cleft of his ass, rocking his hips slowly back and forth rather than impulsively.]
Of course it's only you. [Who else would it be? There's been a few close calls with Hawks, but the kid wasn't even half his age. He feels more of a familial bond with the young hero than he does toward Dabi. So yeah, it's really only him.] Are you just going to mess with me, or are you going to kiss me? [Are those off limits? Is he allowed to ask for that? Enji's heart hammers so hard in his chest that the pounding might just be audible.]
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Date: 12/9/21 12:49 (UTC)Ruined his family in the process. Touya ended up with all of Enji's strengths, but weaknesses enough to make up for it. And the traits Enji had that were more suitable for villainy? Dabi wore those on his sleeve naturally--those parts of himself that the hero Endeavor had to hide and relegate to his personal life alone. At least if he was a terrible human being, it would never put a stain on his hero record.
Dabi distracts him from his introspection when the young man stares him down and smacks a hand to his face like he owns it. Granted, he did play the largest part in giving him that scar on his face. Maybe he did own it, and every other part of his father's body. The scary thing is that Enji isn't so bothered by the idea. In a twisted way he knows he can never change Dabi's mind about the past and won't ever be forgiven for what he did. Dabi may never want to be close to him in any other way, but at least like this he doesn't show the same resistance to accept him.
If he's going to burn in hell, he might as well light the match himself.]
I can make it burn.
[In an instant Enji's already warm skin gets hotter. Not enough to burn Dabi's skin that's already used to a good amount of heat, but enough that any normal person would quickly want to draw their hand away. They're both playing with fire, figuratively and literally, but Enji is willing to give Dabi whatever it is that he wants. He's creeping closer to acceptance that he has that same potential for madness that Dabi has. He keeps finding ways to warp things to suit his own desires. Like deciding that the villain has ruined his own body and therefore deserves to enjoy his own healthy one however he pleases. And what sane person would pay for a wife with the intention of making powerful babies, then abuse that wife for standing up to him when he takes training too far.
It feels worse to be a bad man playing the hero than to be like Dabi who is awful but doesn't ever try to hide it. Maybe he should stop pretending. The slight scratch of staples against his skin makes him groan and he rocks his hips forward again. He hasn't done anything like this in decades.]
You're sick.
[It's a half-assed insult when his cock is swelling in response to the friction. Would a normal man even be able to get hard in a situation like this considering who they both used to be? He's clearly the one that's sick, and he's even the one to initiate it even if Dabi had been slowly dropping subtle hints about it--or that could be his own version of insanity making excuses for his misbehavior again. Enji wants to tell him that he'll stop if Dabi doesn't want it, but he can't find the voice to say those words. He doesn't want to stop, either, so maybe if he doesn't present that as an option they can take this further and see where it goes.
He only needs one hand to hold Dabi in place, so the other is free to wander over Dabi's wet body while the other seems focused on his face. Enji tries not to flinch as that scar on his face gets touched--something that has never happened--not like this. He hardly touches it himself. He draws in breath through teeth he hadn't recalled gritting, but he tries to focus on other things. Like moving his hand over Dabi's chest, his fingers passing back and forth over nipples that he's not sure produce much feeling.]
Of course I haven't. What's wrong with you? [It's difficult to speak with Dabi playing with his mouth like he's some kind of toy and not a human man, but he gets his point across. His brows furrowing in annoyance at the question. Why the hell would he ever do anything like this with them. They're his family. Dabi is..very much the exception. What's wrong with him?
Enji wants to say that he's not touched anyone since Shouto was conceived, but it's embarrassing enough to suppress that fact. He's done a lot to play the part of a dedicated hero. Giving up pleasures of the flesh to spend more time training or on the job. The hand holding Dabi up moves away the tighter those legs close around him, giving Enji the freedom to allow it to roam as well. He squeezes Dabi's ass with both hands, drawing him down against him as he slides his cock against the cleft of his ass, rocking his hips slowly back and forth rather than impulsively.]
Of course it's only you. [Who else would it be? There's been a few close calls with Hawks, but the kid wasn't even half his age. He feels more of a familial bond with the young hero than he does toward Dabi. So yeah, it's really only him.] Are you just going to mess with me, or are you going to kiss me? [Are those off limits? Is he allowed to ask for that? Enji's heart hammers so hard in his chest that the pounding might just be audible.]