[Enji doesn't care if people admire his body. He worked hard on getting it, and even though his appearance wasn't the ultimate goal of all that time training, it was clearly one outcome of his diligence. Maybe it could inspire others to work hard. It's the only reason he agrees to revealing photoshoots in men's health and fitness magazines. Also, if it's between showing off his body and interviews, he'll do literally anything to get out of the latter.
So he's not in the dark about the way he looks, just about the things people might want to do with him. Dabi had been the one to bring that up. He wonders if this is one of those things as he feels the underside of his son's cock slide against his stomach. They're pressed so close together now that he can't watch but he can certainly feel it. And the studs of metal that he'd only gotten a glance or two at, he can feel them very clearly now.
Both Enji's hands had lowered to the space between Dabi's ass and thighs. One hand helping keep him up, the other helping his heavy cock slide against him. Sometimes he'll deliberately rub the head of his arousal right up against Dabi's entrance, applying enough pressure that he can feel it, but not enough to actually penetrate. His brain seems to think that the threat of it is almost just as good as what it might really feel like, so his soft grunts into the heated kiss keep coming.
Dabi only needed a single opening to go in for the kill, and his tongue is in Enji's mouth mapping it out methodically. This is the thing that causes his face to flush. No one's ever kissed him like that before, it doesn't even feel right to call it a kiss. Dabi's tongue feels like it's fucking his mouth, and Enji doesn't do anything but take it, sucking at his son's tongue briefly with soft pulls then giving him space to have his way.
Enji brings up a hand to wipe away some of the excess moisture dripping down the corner of Dabi's mouth. That same hand disappears out of sight, soon to reveal itself as Enji rubs his wet finger in slow circles against the rim of Dabi's hole. Just like his cock, he doesn't push into him, just lets him marinate with the idea of it. It would be so easy, though. His cock is too much to take impulsively without proper preparation, but his fingers could get the job done too. The sick part of him wants Dabi to ask for it.
Enji breaks away from the kiss just for a couple seconds to speak, at last:] Do you need more?
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So he's not in the dark about the way he looks, just about the things people might want to do with him. Dabi had been the one to bring that up. He wonders if this is one of those things as he feels the underside of his son's cock slide against his stomach. They're pressed so close together now that he can't watch but he can certainly feel it. And the studs of metal that he'd only gotten a glance or two at, he can feel them very clearly now.
Both Enji's hands had lowered to the space between Dabi's ass and thighs. One hand helping keep him up, the other helping his heavy cock slide against him. Sometimes he'll deliberately rub the head of his arousal right up against Dabi's entrance, applying enough pressure that he can feel it, but not enough to actually penetrate. His brain seems to think that the threat of it is almost just as good as what it might really feel like, so his soft grunts into the heated kiss keep coming.
Dabi only needed a single opening to go in for the kill, and his tongue is in Enji's mouth mapping it out methodically. This is the thing that causes his face to flush. No one's ever kissed him like that before, it doesn't even feel right to call it a kiss. Dabi's tongue feels like it's fucking his mouth, and Enji doesn't do anything but take it, sucking at his son's tongue briefly with soft pulls then giving him space to have his way.
Enji brings up a hand to wipe away some of the excess moisture dripping down the corner of Dabi's mouth. That same hand disappears out of sight, soon to reveal itself as Enji rubs his wet finger in slow circles against the rim of Dabi's hole. Just like his cock, he doesn't push into him, just lets him marinate with the idea of it. It would be so easy, though. His cock is too much to take impulsively without proper preparation, but his fingers could get the job done too. The sick part of him wants Dabi to ask for it.
Enji breaks away from the kiss just for a couple seconds to speak, at last:] Do you need more?