[he saw that disgusted hesitation at the start, but by now it's burned away and been stuffed somewhere else. it'd be almost impressive if dabi didn't recall how easily enji ignored his family and compartmentalize them just as well. all he had to do was find something he wanted more than his conscience and it could go to hell with the rest of them. but he has to admit, the results of that--this time--are worth the effort. trust him, it's not something dabi'll want to do any in-depth talking about. doesn't mean he won't taunt him with it at a future date. if only to see the man try to compose himself again.
stopping is nowhere in his mind either. even his body is greedily demanding this continue. from the way he's climbing one leg up endeavor's side and hooking the other around his hips and thigh, to the clasp of his hands around the back of his neck for a harness to keep himself lassoed to his father's front. who would've thought those hands that wanted to punch his face in at one point would be cupping him like this and burying themselves inside him to the point of making him want to shout. twisting, spreading, curling, doesn't give a shit what enji's doing with his fingers so long as they keep moving.
blue eyes hood in a dangerous glow as those damn digits dare to ease off the motions. a breath hot enough to make the air waver in front of his lips escapes him in warning-- before that sudden shove makes touya jerk his head back again, cussing loudly in the shower as his shoulders hike up and fingertips bite into the back of his own hands. fuck fuck fuck! he's going so fast-! no pain, no weight, no bad heat, only a scorching bliss that's washing over him from head to splayed toes. whoever thought his fucking father could bring him this kind of sensation?
oh wait. he just said something... dabi drops his head to one shoulder, cracking a lewd grin at the other man's attention, a line of drool wandering out the abused corner of his mouth as it curves lurid upward.]
Ya think I can't last a while? [just because he winds up a little winded from long walks and can go down like a sack of potatoes to a hard enough blow doesn't mean he has the same issues in bed. it's easier to practice his stamina for that compared to his glass jaw. he deliberately extends his middle finger against the back of endeavor's neck and digs the rim of his blunt nail into his skin. enough it's going to leave a red crescent when he draws it back later.
buuut if he was going to say more, that's shut up with a sudden click of his teeth and a snarling hiss as another huge hand wraps around his dick instead.] Ngk-! ... bastard... [one eye clenches shut and that grin goes delirious from the dual sensations of tight grip and raised temperatures. the barbells on the underside of his cock rub against he man's palm with each squeeze, shooting his very-well-working-nerves with more endorphins. syrup oozes from the slit under his thumb, smearing around his head as enji circles the spongey tip.
yeah, he's shivering and twitching, doggedly holding on with every part of himself as a final fuck you. but it's not going to last for more than another minute.]
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stopping is nowhere in his mind either. even his body is greedily demanding this continue. from the way he's climbing one leg up endeavor's side and hooking the other around his hips and thigh, to the clasp of his hands around the back of his neck for a harness to keep himself lassoed to his father's front. who would've thought those hands that wanted to punch his face in at one point would be cupping him like this and burying themselves inside him to the point of making him want to shout. twisting, spreading, curling, doesn't give a shit what enji's doing with his fingers so long as they keep moving.
blue eyes hood in a dangerous glow as those damn digits dare to ease off the motions. a breath hot enough to make the air waver in front of his lips escapes him in warning-- before that sudden shove makes touya jerk his head back again, cussing loudly in the shower as his shoulders hike up and fingertips bite into the back of his own hands. fuck fuck fuck! he's going so fast-! no pain, no weight, no bad heat, only a scorching bliss that's washing over him from head to splayed toes. whoever thought his fucking father could bring him this kind of sensation?
oh wait. he just said something... dabi drops his head to one shoulder, cracking a lewd grin at the other man's attention, a line of drool wandering out the abused corner of his mouth as it curves lurid upward.]
Ya think I can't last a while? [just because he winds up a little winded from long walks and can go down like a sack of potatoes to a hard enough blow doesn't mean he has the same issues in bed. it's easier to practice his stamina for that compared to his glass jaw. he deliberately extends his middle finger against the back of endeavor's neck and digs the rim of his blunt nail into his skin. enough it's going to leave a red crescent when he draws it back later.
buuut if he was going to say more, that's shut up with a sudden click of his teeth and a snarling hiss as another huge hand wraps around his dick instead.] Ngk-! ... bastard... [one eye clenches shut and that grin goes delirious from the dual sensations of tight grip and raised temperatures. the barbells on the underside of his cock rub against he man's palm with each squeeze, shooting his very-well-working-nerves with more endorphins. syrup oozes from the slit under his thumb, smearing around his head as enji circles the spongey tip.
yeah, he's shivering and twitching, doggedly holding on with every part of himself as a final fuck you. but it's not going to last for more than another minute.]