[he's better be glad the sex is distracting or else dabi'd be tempted to set the entire place on fire. out of spite! unfortunately, those fingers are distracting and the delay in their motions isn't long enough to push him that far. it's only a few seconds before he's struggling not to lose his breath again.
breath enji keeps stealing from him each time his mouth shoves against his own. there's nothing romantic or gentle about the way they kiss. open-mouthed messy things that punctuate their breaths with silence and a few throat-bound moans before the seal cracks open again. touya's left holding on with all four limbs, unable to even free his hand enough to reach back and grab the wall as the larger man shoves in all the way to his damn knuckles. good thing his back's literally against the wall; the only circumstance where that's a good thing.
his attempt at growling in reply to that taunting comment is wrenched halfway through by hitched air. god damn, he's going to pay him back for this before they're through tonight. luckily for enji, his eldest son's mind is far too distracted from the sexual pleasure to even bother attempting to throw its normal shade at him for any of this. there's too much sweeping under dabi's patchwork skin and collecting through his muscle as it drools down towards his hips and collects behind the flat wall of his stomach. fuck fuck fuckfuc-!!
touya doesn't know which of those things it is that finally does it. the crush of his mouth against his own making his upper lip burn with those tiny scrapes of stubble from his father's lips. the heat of his words and breath ghosting over his neck and jaw and mouth and wherever the fuck else the man's talking. the sudden plunge of a third finger inside that has him hiking up on his legs and shouting into the steamy room as everything's suddenly stretching and hurting and spasming all over in the best fucking way possible. the meat of his hand as it entombs his precum-slathered dick in endeavor's palm and fingers until there's a white well-worked froth squelching between the man's digits as he strokes him and torments the piercings laddering the underside of his cock. any of those things could've done it.
except his father decides to do all of them at the same time.
hiking his shoulder and knee up, everything winds tight as a rubber band before that immediate snap. dabi jerks his head back with a curse spit between his teeth, toes curling against enji's thigh and fingers sinking into his neck and the back of his own hand. wet walls seize up in a mixture of muscular rings and molten ribbons, his entrance clamping hard enough to try and shove all three of those fingers together inside him. his tight-stretched skin almost seems to pull tauter against the staples as every muscles in his lanky body goes hard and touya breaks, cock spurting out streams of hot white all over the air between them, spattering endeavor's chest and his own stomach with spurts of white, each pulse sucking his stomach in and bucking his hips up as he shoots out a few heavy ropes. before dwindling down into sleeker lines and then to a measly bubbling that oozes the rest of it out of his tip as his cock pulses its last into endeavor's calloused palm.
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Date: 12/15/21 02:05 (UTC)breath enji keeps stealing from him each time his mouth shoves against his own. there's nothing romantic or gentle about the way they kiss. open-mouthed messy things that punctuate their breaths with silence and a few throat-bound moans before the seal cracks open again. touya's left holding on with all four limbs, unable to even free his hand enough to reach back and grab the wall as the larger man shoves in all the way to his damn knuckles. good thing his back's literally against the wall; the only circumstance where that's a good thing.
his attempt at growling in reply to that taunting comment is wrenched halfway through by hitched air. god damn, he's going to pay him back for this before they're through tonight. luckily for enji, his eldest son's mind is far too distracted from the sexual pleasure to even bother attempting to throw its normal shade at him for any of this. there's too much sweeping under dabi's patchwork skin and collecting through his muscle as it drools down towards his hips and collects behind the flat wall of his stomach. fuck fuck fuckfuc-!!
touya doesn't know which of those things it is that finally does it. the crush of his mouth against his own making his upper lip burn with those tiny scrapes of stubble from his father's lips. the heat of his words and breath ghosting over his neck and jaw and mouth and wherever the fuck else the man's talking. the sudden plunge of a third finger inside that has him hiking up on his legs and shouting into the steamy room as everything's suddenly stretching and hurting and spasming all over in the best fucking way possible. the meat of his hand as it entombs his precum-slathered dick in endeavor's palm and fingers until there's a white well-worked froth squelching between the man's digits as he strokes him and torments the piercings laddering the underside of his cock. any of those things could've done it.
except his father decides to do all of them at the same time.
hiking his shoulder and knee up, everything winds tight as a rubber band before that immediate snap. dabi jerks his head back with a curse spit between his teeth, toes curling against enji's thigh and fingers sinking into his neck and the back of his own hand. wet walls seize up in a mixture of muscular rings and molten ribbons, his entrance clamping hard enough to try and shove all three of those fingers together inside him. his tight-stretched skin almost seems to pull tauter against the staples as every muscles in his lanky body goes hard and touya breaks, cock spurting out streams of hot white all over the air between them, spattering endeavor's chest and his own stomach with spurts of white, each pulse sucking his stomach in and bucking his hips up as he shoots out a few heavy ropes. before dwindling down into sleeker lines and then to a measly bubbling that oozes the rest of it out of his tip as his cock pulses its last into endeavor's calloused palm.
fuck... his father just made him cum.]