[Modeling would obviously require very little social skill which lines up pretty cleanly with what Enji would prefer, but on the other hand he doesn't like the attention. Not in the way Dabi might think. He likes to be admired-- to command respect. Magazine models are the sort of people who are treated like nothing more than eye candy to the masses, and he has a hard time thinking he'd garner much respect that way.
But he's fine with only a handful of people (i.e: two) getting to admire him fully, up close and personal. He just never thought one of them would be Dabi at any point, but clearly, given his actions, he doesn't mind.
It's all a little exciting. Whether it's the catch in Dabi's breath every time he ruts against him, the blunt tip of his cock pressing at his entrance, or the slight scrape of staples against his skin that he's quickly growing to enjoy--the situation is admittedly thrilling. He groans responsively when Dabi's thighs close around him, his own cock producing little bits of precum at a time building up until he can feel it drip along his length a bit, then rub up against Dabi's hole.
He's too distracted by the kiss to remark on how his son feels like he's tempted to take him like its nothing, only to deny him access right after. Maybe Enji's the one being teased here. Dabi's kiss is all encompassing and feels impossibly hot, but he finds comfort in that heat. Enough that when their lips break apart, he misses the intimacy that was just there seconds ago.
But his fingers don't stop rubbing at him even as his hips stop pushing. He's getting satisfaction in other ways that the friction isn't missed. Dabi groaning like that pours fuel all over his fire, and he wasn't prepared for it. Or how casually his son uses body language alone to encourage him not to be shy about it. Enji doesn't need to be told twice. Though, even his two fingers are impossibly large. He still pushes them forward to apply more pressure until Dabi lets them inside. Enji prefers it that way to forcing his way in, but he's not so slow about pushing them in deeper once they're there. His movements are curious yet deliberate, feeling his way around inside his son's walls with this fingers, gently seeing if he can stretch him a little. But what for? They're not going to go that far, he tells himself. That would be crossing a line, wouldn't it?]
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Date: 12/11/21 13:02 (UTC)But he's fine with only a handful of people (i.e: two) getting to admire him fully, up close and personal. He just never thought one of them would be Dabi at any point, but clearly, given his actions, he doesn't mind.
It's all a little exciting. Whether it's the catch in Dabi's breath every time he ruts against him, the blunt tip of his cock pressing at his entrance, or the slight scrape of staples against his skin that he's quickly growing to enjoy--the situation is admittedly thrilling. He groans responsively when Dabi's thighs close around him, his own cock producing little bits of precum at a time building up until he can feel it drip along his length a bit, then rub up against Dabi's hole.
He's too distracted by the kiss to remark on how his son feels like he's tempted to take him like its nothing, only to deny him access right after. Maybe Enji's the one being teased here. Dabi's kiss is all encompassing and feels impossibly hot, but he finds comfort in that heat. Enough that when their lips break apart, he misses the intimacy that was just there seconds ago.
But his fingers don't stop rubbing at him even as his hips stop pushing. He's getting satisfaction in other ways that the friction isn't missed. Dabi groaning like that pours fuel all over his fire, and he wasn't prepared for it. Or how casually his son uses body language alone to encourage him not to be shy about it. Enji doesn't need to be told twice. Though, even his two fingers are impossibly large. He still pushes them forward to apply more pressure until Dabi lets them inside. Enji prefers it that way to forcing his way in, but he's not so slow about pushing them in deeper once they're there. His movements are curious yet deliberate, feeling his way around inside his son's walls with this fingers, gently seeing if he can stretch him a little. But what for? They're not going to go that far, he tells himself. That would be crossing a line, wouldn't it?]