[Even though Dabi's just finished and isn't likely to bounce back so immediately, Enji is curious enough to slide his hand between his son's legs, rubbing over his sac to feel over his dick even as his own is hot, hard, and neglected. He's punishing himself, and it's not so subconscious anymore when he's fighting with himself over it.
If he closes his eyes as his tongue explores his son's hole, he can translate that feeling at least partially, extrapolating what it might be like to have his cock inside the younger man. He's afraid if he touches himself to those thoughts he may not last much longer, and he's not in his prime anymore. Enji has endurance and stamina for days, but his rebound rate is entirely biological and not something he can train himself to be quicker at--definitely not at his age.
So in an abundance of caution he continues to focus on giving Dabi pleasure while ignoring his own. He uses a lot of saliva to try to work it inside the villain in place of lube like he knows what he's going to do even when his conscience tells him that crosses some arbitrary line that he's sure he crossed kilometers ago. Every time Dabi relaxes, Enji's tongue fucks his hole, dipping in and out of him, always trying to work deeper inside as much as his anatomy allows him to. And when his son tightens around his tongue, he still tries to push at his entrance to worm his way inside. The tongue is a muscle too, and a strong one. People forget and take it for granted, but it can overcome a great deal of resistance.
He didn't learn any of this anywhere. All of this is just years and years of celibacy putting ideas into his head that he has never had a good outlet for until now.
As much as he loves how much Dabi enjoys this, how his mouth and the lower part of his face is covered with saliva, he knows deep down it's not enough. As always, he's being greedy. He's not sure any amount of preparation can ready someone for his cock, but Enji's need to fill Dabi with it is not going away.]
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If he closes his eyes as his tongue explores his son's hole, he can translate that feeling at least partially, extrapolating what it might be like to have his cock inside the younger man. He's afraid if he touches himself to those thoughts he may not last much longer, and he's not in his prime anymore. Enji has endurance and stamina for days, but his rebound rate is entirely biological and not something he can train himself to be quicker at--definitely not at his age.
So in an abundance of caution he continues to focus on giving Dabi pleasure while ignoring his own. He uses a lot of saliva to try to work it inside the villain in place of lube like he knows what he's going to do even when his conscience tells him that crosses some arbitrary line that he's sure he crossed kilometers ago. Every time Dabi relaxes, Enji's tongue fucks his hole, dipping in and out of him, always trying to work deeper inside as much as his anatomy allows him to. And when his son tightens around his tongue, he still tries to push at his entrance to worm his way inside. The tongue is a muscle too, and a strong one. People forget and take it for granted, but it can overcome a great deal of resistance.
He didn't learn any of this anywhere. All of this is just years and years of celibacy putting ideas into his head that he has never had a good outlet for until now.
As much as he loves how much Dabi enjoys this, how his mouth and the lower part of his face is covered with saliva, he knows deep down it's not enough. As always, he's being greedy. He's not sure any amount of preparation can ready someone for his cock, but Enji's need to fill Dabi with it is not going away.]