[perhaps he'll take some of that as selfish condolence for himself, though would probably use the man's softness for him against him at some point. even if just in arguments. but if it means he gets to spearhead his own revenge against endeavor without any risk of someone getting to the man first, hell if that's a disincentive. luckily for endeavor, dabi's far too damaged to think anyone other than himself deserves to take down the man who put him through this agony.
not that this is agony. he's having a dual shot of pleasure inside right now, from the physical stretch of his body around enji's fingers and the understanding his father's probably disgusted with himself right now for what he's doing. but if this kind of temptation and indulgence is going to get them both off, why the fuck should they stop it? that's the benefit of pleasure; it doesn't give a shit how it comes.
that little "almost" from before is impossible to forget. two large fingers work themselves inside, pressing him open and reaching further into areas he's not managed to burn yet. sticky and slick, a wet grip that's so different from the burned scarred flesh covering so much of his body. one accidental nudge and dabi's refusing to let this go without dragging endeavor all the way with him. they're both going to hell anyways. what's what more sin on the pyre?]
Shit-- [a straight press in and out suddenly turns into a slight swell as fingers curl inside him. dabi abruptly claws his hand on the man's shoulder, teeth gritting in pleasure and sensation with every exploring sweep and probe the hero's fingertips drag through his innards. looking for it, almost coming across it twice and earning a brief gasp or pant, before endeavor finally locates that little bundle way up in there. dabi drops his head back on his shoulders, eyes widening and mouth falling open in a silent noise. fucking hell, that's why he does this. everything shuts the fuck up all at once and it's only that filling his body up.
legs tighten up around his hips and sides, toes curling from the sizzle racing up his spine and down his limbs. it's a burn for once that doesn't feel bad and he drops his hips as best his can on the man's hand, thrusting himself onto his fingers. seeming to come back to himself, he lowers his chin and head, tongue tracing cross his teeth again as he leers with hungry and lust-preying eyes into his father's face. again? yeah, he has no problem with doing this again. finally an action they can do together that doesn't harm anyone else and won't break any real laws. what's not to enjoy?]
Maybe I don't want this to end too fast. [abandoning his shoulder and the showerhead, dabi wraps both hands around the back of endeavor's thick neck, fingers interlocking and thumbs sliding up and down the nape. pulling him closer when enji starts to go at his jaw neck with kisses, the marred flesh failing to feel much more than the pressure of his mouth against his skin.]
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not that this is agony. he's having a dual shot of pleasure inside right now, from the physical stretch of his body around enji's fingers and the understanding his father's probably disgusted with himself right now for what he's doing. but if this kind of temptation and indulgence is going to get them both off, why the fuck should they stop it? that's the benefit of pleasure; it doesn't give a shit how it comes.
that little "almost" from before is impossible to forget. two large fingers work themselves inside, pressing him open and reaching further into areas he's not managed to burn yet. sticky and slick, a wet grip that's so different from the burned scarred flesh covering so much of his body. one accidental nudge and dabi's refusing to let this go without dragging endeavor all the way with him. they're both going to hell anyways. what's what more sin on the pyre?]
Shit-- [a straight press in and out suddenly turns into a slight swell as fingers curl inside him. dabi abruptly claws his hand on the man's shoulder, teeth gritting in pleasure and sensation with every exploring sweep and probe the hero's fingertips drag through his innards. looking for it, almost coming across it twice and earning a brief gasp or pant, before endeavor finally locates that little bundle way up in there. dabi drops his head back on his shoulders, eyes widening and mouth falling open in a silent noise. fucking hell, that's why he does this. everything shuts the fuck up all at once and it's only that filling his body up.
legs tighten up around his hips and sides, toes curling from the sizzle racing up his spine and down his limbs. it's a burn for once that doesn't feel bad and he drops his hips as best his can on the man's hand, thrusting himself onto his fingers. seeming to come back to himself, he lowers his chin and head, tongue tracing cross his teeth again as he leers with hungry and lust-preying eyes into his father's face. again? yeah, he has no problem with doing this again. finally an action they can do together that doesn't harm anyone else and won't break any real laws. what's not to enjoy?]
Maybe I don't want this to end too fast. [abandoning his shoulder and the showerhead, dabi wraps both hands around the back of endeavor's thick neck, fingers interlocking and thumbs sliding up and down the nape. pulling him closer when enji starts to go at his jaw neck with kisses, the marred flesh failing to feel much more than the pressure of his mouth against his skin.]