[depends. with this ruined reputation of his, dabi's wondered a few times what endeavor would do if he were to give up the hero farce (and somehow wind up not dead after the war). right now, the idea of him dealing with modeling is an amusing notion that sneaks its way between the rushes of pleasure and sensations. maybe endeavor could sign himself up in the red-light district and throw all of his shame into something actually useful. people could use him as much as he used to use other people. there's fucking karma for you.
sometime later, once he gets over the realization of what he's just done, dabi's going to take that time to look. hard to say he's admit to any sort of admiration when it comes to his scumbag of a father, but on a purely physical route, perhaps he could let his eyes and hands wander outside the shower...
teeth part again as he runs the tip of his tongue more firmly against the upper row, pressing hard enough he can feel it scrape. something to alleviate the anticipation and desire as enji teases the head of his dick along the rim of his entrance. fuck, part of him is screaming at him to tighten his legs and shove down. he's taken dry and raw before without screaming. but then again, this kind of stature and size isn't all that common out there in the underworld and those that are don't usually take to sexual things. distract from the body guarding and breaking shit.
all that goes out the window when slick precum smears across his flesh and touya hikes a leg up at the knee, foot pressing flat against the back of his father's thigh as if he's bracing himself for that plunging shove he just talked himself out of. inside... fucking hell, he wants him inside. the burn and pleasure of this kind of escape is impossible to get anywhere else; even drugs couldn't compare to a good hard fuck. maybe he should go back to kissing him...]
Ah fuck-
[eyes are bigger his damn stomach. or ass in this case. dabi curls his fingers sharply on endeavor's shoulders and he drops his head back with a teeth-baring hiss when the man presses both fingers in. stubbornly digging at his rim for a few seconds before the villain eases the tension in his stomach and the ring of tight muscle opens up and lets him in. it goes from push to stretch in zero seconds and his legs seize up around the hero's torso and thighs. god dammit, this guy had to get the fucking giant genes.
breath seething and a delirious grin starting to drag at his lips, touya's seeing white at the edges of his vision the further enji goes inside him. spreading him to the point of burning almost instantly. muscles flex and ribbon in slick lines around the man's fingers, a convulsing grip that throbs with dabi's heartbeats thrumming through his slick walls. his father's got his fingers inside him and holy shit if he doesn't start oozing precum from that thought alone. stubbornly, touya bites his proverbial tongue for now, refusing to voice the taboo realization until after the real show begins. wouldn't want dear ol' dad to chicken out before he starts properly fucking him.]
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Date: 12/11/21 17:44 (UTC)sometime later, once he gets over the realization of what he's just done, dabi's going to take that time to look. hard to say he's admit to any sort of admiration when it comes to his scumbag of a father, but on a purely physical route, perhaps he could let his eyes and hands wander outside the shower...
teeth part again as he runs the tip of his tongue more firmly against the upper row, pressing hard enough he can feel it scrape. something to alleviate the anticipation and desire as enji teases the head of his dick along the rim of his entrance. fuck, part of him is screaming at him to tighten his legs and shove down. he's taken dry and raw before without screaming. but then again, this kind of stature and size isn't all that common out there in the underworld and those that are don't usually take to sexual things. distract from the body guarding and breaking shit.
all that goes out the window when slick precum smears across his flesh and touya hikes a leg up at the knee, foot pressing flat against the back of his father's thigh as if he's bracing himself for that plunging shove he just talked himself out of. inside... fucking hell, he wants him inside. the burn and pleasure of this kind of escape is impossible to get anywhere else; even drugs couldn't compare to a good hard fuck. maybe he should go back to kissing him...]
Ah fuck-
[eyes are bigger his damn stomach. or ass in this case. dabi curls his fingers sharply on endeavor's shoulders and he drops his head back with a teeth-baring hiss when the man presses both fingers in. stubbornly digging at his rim for a few seconds before the villain eases the tension in his stomach and the ring of tight muscle opens up and lets him in. it goes from push to stretch in zero seconds and his legs seize up around the hero's torso and thighs. god dammit, this guy had to get the fucking giant genes.
breath seething and a delirious grin starting to drag at his lips, touya's seeing white at the edges of his vision the further enji goes inside him. spreading him to the point of burning almost instantly. muscles flex and ribbon in slick lines around the man's fingers, a convulsing grip that throbs with dabi's heartbeats thrumming through his slick walls. his father's got his fingers inside him and holy shit if he doesn't start oozing precum from that thought alone. stubbornly, touya bites his proverbial tongue for now, refusing to voice the taboo realization until after the real show begins. wouldn't want dear ol' dad to chicken out before he starts properly fucking him.]
Wasn't so hard now was it...