[Even though he'd been backing Dabi into a corner with it all, leaving him with very little choice but to shoot his load over his father's chest and stomach (as well as his own), Enji still manages to be surprised at how suddenly it happens. There's a light, dazed, feeling he gets. For a second he thinks he might faint, but it's something else.
His own cock aches and leaks, reminding him of his own needs, and offers an explanation to his own response to the sight of Dabi in that state. He memorizes every detail of the moment, from the way his staples pull at his skin in places when his muscles clamp down all over his body then release again with each string of come that leaves him. The expression on his son's face in that moment, how different it is from any looks he's seen Dabi with before. Even the way he breathes during and after makes Enji want to draw his fingers out and replace them with his dick. It's difficult, but he resists the urge well enough. He's had a lot of practice with denying himself rewards until he achieves his goals.]
You did well.
[The praise comes out of him unexpectedly, but he means it. Enji's fingers pull out slowly as he eventually lowers Dabi to his feet. He should have stepped away to rise off and then leave, but instead he takes another moment to look the younger man over, appreciating his handiwork before coaxing him to turn around. True to his word, he crouches at first, then lowers himself further onto his knees as his hands grab Dabi's hips to pull him back.
Enji presses his face forward without any hesitation, his nose meeting skin even before his tongue can find its way to Dabi's entrance. His fingers did enough to work him open so he could slip it right inside him if he wanted to go straight to it, but like everything else, he drags it out. Dabi must still be coming down from his high, and Enji doesn't want to overstimulate him--instead his tongue teases around his rim, lapping directly over it when the muscles clench tighter.
He still has the lingering memory of Dabi's hot release on his skin, and Enji can't help but reach down to give himself a little relief while he tongues at his son's entrance.
They've long since past the point at which Enji might have considered this too depraved an act to allow. The point of no return has long since passed, and now he just wants to enjoy himself without judgement.]
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His own cock aches and leaks, reminding him of his own needs, and offers an explanation to his own response to the sight of Dabi in that state. He memorizes every detail of the moment, from the way his staples pull at his skin in places when his muscles clamp down all over his body then release again with each string of come that leaves him. The expression on his son's face in that moment, how different it is from any looks he's seen Dabi with before. Even the way he breathes during and after makes Enji want to draw his fingers out and replace them with his dick. It's difficult, but he resists the urge well enough. He's had a lot of practice with denying himself rewards until he achieves his goals.]
You did well.
[The praise comes out of him unexpectedly, but he means it. Enji's fingers pull out slowly as he eventually lowers Dabi to his feet. He should have stepped away to rise off and then leave, but instead he takes another moment to look the younger man over, appreciating his handiwork before coaxing him to turn around. True to his word, he crouches at first, then lowers himself further onto his knees as his hands grab Dabi's hips to pull him back.
Enji presses his face forward without any hesitation, his nose meeting skin even before his tongue can find its way to Dabi's entrance. His fingers did enough to work him open so he could slip it right inside him if he wanted to go straight to it, but like everything else, he drags it out. Dabi must still be coming down from his high, and Enji doesn't want to overstimulate him--instead his tongue teases around his rim, lapping directly over it when the muscles clench tighter.
He still has the lingering memory of Dabi's hot release on his skin, and Enji can't help but reach down to give himself a little relief while he tongues at his son's entrance.
They've long since past the point at which Enji might have considered this too depraved an act to allow. The point of no return has long since passed, and now he just wants to enjoy himself without judgement.]