[That remorse Enji feels when he looks at Dabi doesn't extend to all the idiot villains he's pissed off. His soft spot is solely for his son. No amount of self-loathing would bring him low enough to let his former enemies take out their revenge on him--only Dabi can. If he were a wise man he would hope that his son doesn't hate him enough to trick him and feed him to the goddamn wolves.
Enji is already having to deal with what he's doing, what he's thinking about doing...what he'll probably do. It makes him sick to him stomach as much as it makes him want it more. He certainly has the capacity for villainy, so if he was ever unsure about that fact before, it's now clear as day.
When his son brings his knee up to give him better access, he thinks about just letting himself get carried away and giving in to the promise of tight heat around his cock. He nudges forward a bit too hard, applying a little too much pressure, and just before the head of his cock can start to sink into his son, he repositions him, replacing his arousal with his fingers to avoid a dangerous situation.
Dabi's swearing sounds like music that he won't get out of his head any time soon, and just to hear more of it, he curls his fingers curiously, angling them this way and that like he's looking for just the right spot. Eventually his thick fingers bump against Touya's prostate, and Enji focuses his efforts there. He'd much rather be inside him doing that, but even if they don't get to it this time, he'll consider this preliminary reconnaissance for that mission whenever the time comes.
He must be insane for thinking like that. That they'd ever do something like this again. His eyes drop to the healthy amount of precum Dabi's leaking, and it's clear that they both must be in the same boat to be desperate enough for intimacy that they're enjoying this.]
Then why do you sound so unsatisfied? [He's a selfish man. He wants Touya to say it. Enji presses kiss after kiss along his son's jaw down to the side of his neck, raking his burnt skin over with the stubble on his face like that might coax the words out of him.]
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Date: 12/12/21 12:57 (UTC)Enji is already having to deal with what he's doing, what he's thinking about doing...what he'll probably do. It makes him sick to him stomach as much as it makes him want it more. He certainly has the capacity for villainy, so if he was ever unsure about that fact before, it's now clear as day.
When his son brings his knee up to give him better access, he thinks about just letting himself get carried away and giving in to the promise of tight heat around his cock. He nudges forward a bit too hard, applying a little too much pressure, and just before the head of his cock can start to sink into his son, he repositions him, replacing his arousal with his fingers to avoid a dangerous situation.
Dabi's swearing sounds like music that he won't get out of his head any time soon, and just to hear more of it, he curls his fingers curiously, angling them this way and that like he's looking for just the right spot. Eventually his thick fingers bump against Touya's prostate, and Enji focuses his efforts there. He'd much rather be inside him doing that, but even if they don't get to it this time, he'll consider this preliminary reconnaissance for that mission whenever the time comes.
He must be insane for thinking like that. That they'd ever do something like this again. His eyes drop to the healthy amount of precum Dabi's leaking, and it's clear that they both must be in the same boat to be desperate enough for intimacy that they're enjoying this.]
Then why do you sound so unsatisfied? [He's a selfish man. He wants Touya to say it. Enji presses kiss after kiss along his son's jaw down to the side of his neck, raking his burnt skin over with the stubble on his face like that might coax the words out of him.]