[he might have looked at those photoshots in the magazines? definitely not for the reasons he's currently climbing on enji's body right now, but he has seen them before. they don't do the man justice. if he had other reasons for developing his body like this outside of hero work, then modeling in those damn magazines would be a good way to go. inspiring others to also work hard? maybe, if he doesn't mind the fanatic who thinks their work will get endeavor to notice them...
dabi's had to listen to some of that shit. villains or scum he's hung around discussing endeavor and all the ways they'd like to kill him, capture him, or fuck him. usually revolves around those three actions. he'd made plenty of enemies out there, some more depraved than others. they'd be fucking jealous to know the scarred, lanky guy in the shadows is the one trapped between the wall and endeavor's body. nah, he'd never let them know; this is his and fuck them for thinking otherwise. never was good at sharing...
feeling his hands back there is amazing. the caress of fingers across his skin that can actually feel sends his breath puffing out harder around his tongue, though he keeps himself in control by tightening his legs and rocking back into the man's grip as his cock slides along him. it's only when he actually feels endeavor's tip pressing to the clenching rim of his entrance that he finally breaks the kiss and drags his tongue out of his mouth, slicking it between his teeth and across his lips like he just finished a meal.
tempting him, how he's pushing against his hole but refusing to penetrate him immediately. he can relax his body, let the muscle give a little when enji pushes, then tightens up again and squeezes him out to a flush rub instead. not yet. he wants this to last longer. sure plenty of his times have been a quick "shove it in; screw the pain" but if he's going to be indulging in this kind of filth, might as well lounge.
done with the kiss? nah. he dives back in, wanting to feel everything. almost akin to a fire consuming every detail, from the slide of his tongue against the inside of his teeth to the dip of his molars in the back to the tiny tastebuds prickling the surface of his tongue as he twines and wraps it around his own. of course no one's kissed him like this before! not with the way enji flushed about seeing him naked and some of the comments he's made. dragging it out again, just to the edge of his teeth, then shoving it in once more, repeating those actions a few intimate times before finally letting endeavor break it.
just in time for the man's saliva-slicked finger (fuck he'd completely missed him slicking it up with his own spit) to slide around and probe at his backside again. different from the head of his cock, not as big but certainly firmer. circling him and drawing out a steamy groans from the younger man. just as he wonders about opening his mouth to taunt him for it, enji beats him to it. another grin drags up the corner of his mouth and he leans his head back to leer into his face, deliberately pressing his hips and ass down against his father's finger.]
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Date: 12/10/21 22:17 (UTC)dabi's had to listen to some of that shit. villains or scum he's hung around discussing endeavor and all the ways they'd like to kill him, capture him, or fuck him. usually revolves around those three actions. he'd made plenty of enemies out there, some more depraved than others. they'd be fucking jealous to know the scarred, lanky guy in the shadows is the one trapped between the wall and endeavor's body. nah, he'd never let them know; this is his and fuck them for thinking otherwise. never was good at sharing...
feeling his hands back there is amazing. the caress of fingers across his skin that can actually feel sends his breath puffing out harder around his tongue, though he keeps himself in control by tightening his legs and rocking back into the man's grip as his cock slides along him. it's only when he actually feels endeavor's tip pressing to the clenching rim of his entrance that he finally breaks the kiss and drags his tongue out of his mouth, slicking it between his teeth and across his lips like he just finished a meal.
tempting him, how he's pushing against his hole but refusing to penetrate him immediately. he can relax his body, let the muscle give a little when enji pushes, then tightens up again and squeezes him out to a flush rub instead. not yet. he wants this to last longer. sure plenty of his times have been a quick "shove it in; screw the pain" but if he's going to be indulging in this kind of filth, might as well lounge.
done with the kiss? nah. he dives back in, wanting to feel everything. almost akin to a fire consuming every detail, from the slide of his tongue against the inside of his teeth to the dip of his molars in the back to the tiny tastebuds prickling the surface of his tongue as he twines and wraps it around his own. of course no one's kissed him like this before! not with the way enji flushed about seeing him naked and some of the comments he's made. dragging it out again, just to the edge of his teeth, then shoving it in once more, repeating those actions a few intimate times before finally letting endeavor break it.
just in time for the man's saliva-slicked finger (fuck he'd completely missed him slicking it up with his own spit) to slide around and probe at his backside again. different from the head of his cock, not as big but certainly firmer. circling him and drawing out a steamy groans from the younger man. just as he wonders about opening his mouth to taunt him for it, enji beats him to it. another grin drags up the corner of his mouth and he leans his head back to leer into his face, deliberately pressing his hips and ass down against his father's finger.]
Start with two. I'm not always so patient.