[He's disgusted with himself alright, but clearly he's as good at packing those feelings away as his son is. Maybe they're really not so different. Still, in order to use that as a bridge to something in common, they'd have to bring this up and talk about it some time in the future. Enji doesn't foresee that happening. He's not even sure he'd want to speak about this again out of a mixture of shame and embarrassment.
Yet, at the same time he shows zero inclination towards trying to stop it. How can he want to stop when Dabi responds so well to Enji's fingers trying to feel him out in search of one spot in particular. And how tight he gets the moment he does find it. Would it feel as good around his cock the way it does his fingers? The answer is obvious but he wants to feel it for himself. This is the epitome of greed and indulgence. He can't even make the argument that he's doing this because it's the only way Touya will let him get close. It just boils down to one monstrously fucked up thing:
Enji wants to fuck his son.
He keeps playing with Dabi like a toy with a button on it that he can press to cycle through programmed responses. Only its just a couple of fingers he's using to drive the young man crazy little by little. Enji deliberately backs off for a few seconds before driving his fingers in hard and fast to assault that same bundle of nerves, stopping and going while he observes Dabi's absolute bliss in between moments of lucidity. At this rate he's sure he can make him come without even having to be inside him.]
Maybe you have more stamina than I thought. [The lilt in his voice gives away that he doubts Dabi has it in him to withstand this for much longer. To make matters more difficult for Dabi, who apparently wants things drawn out, Enji encircles the entirety of his son's cock with his other hand. He makes it almost too hot as he feels how hard he is, squeezing gently at first, then strokes him slowly as he rubs his thumb back and forth over the sensitive parts of the crown.
He's set Dabi up for failure, but he's looking forward to what the villain will look like when he does let himself finish.]
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Date: 12/13/21 12:42 (UTC)Yet, at the same time he shows zero inclination towards trying to stop it. How can he want to stop when Dabi responds so well to Enji's fingers trying to feel him out in search of one spot in particular. And how tight he gets the moment he does find it. Would it feel as good around his cock the way it does his fingers? The answer is obvious but he wants to feel it for himself. This is the epitome of greed and indulgence. He can't even make the argument that he's doing this because it's the only way Touya will let him get close. It just boils down to one monstrously fucked up thing:
Enji wants to fuck his son.
He keeps playing with Dabi like a toy with a button on it that he can press to cycle through programmed responses. Only its just a couple of fingers he's using to drive the young man crazy little by little. Enji deliberately backs off for a few seconds before driving his fingers in hard and fast to assault that same bundle of nerves, stopping and going while he observes Dabi's absolute bliss in between moments of lucidity. At this rate he's sure he can make him come without even having to be inside him.]
Maybe you have more stamina than I thought. [The lilt in his voice gives away that he doubts Dabi has it in him to withstand this for much longer. To make matters more difficult for Dabi, who apparently wants things drawn out, Enji encircles the entirety of his son's cock with his other hand. He makes it almost too hot as he feels how hard he is, squeezing gently at first, then strokes him slowly as he rubs his thumb back and forth over the sensitive parts of the crown.
He's set Dabi up for failure, but he's looking forward to what the villain will look like when he does let himself finish.]