[as much as touya despises his family, the sad truth is, all this time on the streets hasn't completely been able to unlearn the foundations his formal upbringing instilled in him. calm, quiet, rude, and dangerously charming when he wants to be, it's a lingering testament to the todoroki blood inside dabi's veins as his father moves him in the shower with no complaint from his son. plus... it's sex and he wants it. why the hell would he bitch about that and deny himself that momentary escape from this life?
yeah, he enjoys this. every damn aspect of it. from the disgusting taboo of incest to the could-give-a-shit pleasure of having sex with someone regardless of who they are, it's that twisted spire of knowing and not caring all at once. endeavor's galled over this, but at the same time, he obviously isn't doing this just because dabi seduced him. touya knows his father is far stronger than that. no, there's guilt and want at play here, attraction and penance entwined, and it's all wrapped up in that carnal connection as he seizes onto his father's attention, selfishly getting something he'd desired and been denied for so long. perhaps if enji had focused on his son as a child and gave him those platonic acknowledgements and praises, he wouldn't be down here in a villainous hideout shelter shower fucking his son as an adult.
one hand reaches back and dabi hooks it around the back of the hero's broad neck. the next shallow thrust has his leg hiking up onto the ball of his foot, deliberately dragging the bone of his kneecap against the shower wall. something to alleviate the pressure nudging in and out of him in that damn delay of gratification as endeavor takes his time trying to decide what to do. but that's not stopping him from moving as he steps one leg back, the staples on his instep scraping across the top of his father's ankle.
each pop of his head in and out of him hauls a gasp from his lips or some other bodily reaction, most noticeably the villain's clenching hole tightening up around his father's huge body hard when the man's cock splits him open again. shallow fucking, amazing feeling, that burn and stretch which causes his remaining working nerves to scream in pleasure. dabi wants him to shove it in all at once but he's also fine with enji taking his sweet time. he'll indulge in this sin as long as endeavor feels like letting him, soaking up all of it.]
FUCK!! [apparently "all of it" means all of it and dabi drives his head backwards, hair throwing water off the spikes as he grinds it against his father's shoulder. endeavor slams the rest of himself in. that push has his hips meet his ass and the villain's shout rings through the enclosed space. it hurts--fuck it hurts real bad--and it's obvious in touya's voice. but that pain comes with a sick pleasure that's undeniable in his throat either, the way his ass seizes up around endeavor's dick in a strangling grip. he feels every damn detail of him pulsing inside, spreading him open and forcing his body to move for his father's presence. a sudden inappropriate flashback to a moment in the shower with his father way back when, standing in front of him with his big body looming behind him, following instructions on washing behind his ears and making sure he keeps his eyes shut so the shampoo doesn't get in them. fuck, it's a completely different version of his childhood in a twisted way.
teeth scrape at his skin, sliding over the burning demarcation line between scar and health, hurting and blissing simultaneously. staples tug slightly from the brushing touch as endeavor wraps his arm around his chest and pulls him back against him like a damn carseat belt that dabi never wears anymore. at least it keeps his chest off the cooling tile walls and instead flushes his back to endeavor's bulging chest and stomach. one thrust, a second one, he swears he's getting jolted off his feet each time the man thrusts home, though the shouts are intermingled with groans and silent gasps when enji drags out of him. so fucking much! and everything else is gone. that's what he wants. this is why he indulges in getting close to people from time to time. the amazing moment when sex is all his brain can think about and the rest of his life vanishes in the pace of moving bodies and thrusts and fuck.
fingers brush around his neck and dabi's free hand snaps up to grab at his father's wrist. before abruptly shoving upward, forcing the man's hand against his throat. either do it or don't, but don't threaten him with a good time and then stick indecisive around it, ya damn hero! won't say it out loud because he doesn't want enji to randomly have a moral crisis mid-fuck. but the invitation is there. he can hold his breath and he's pretty damn sure endeavor's got some frustrations he could work out with a bit of sexual throttling of the man who's been threatening to burn his entire world to the ground out of sheer hate and spite. he's endeavor's son, but he's a dirty fucking villain all the same!]
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Date: 12/30/21 19:17 (UTC)yeah, he enjoys this. every damn aspect of it. from the disgusting taboo of incest to the could-give-a-shit pleasure of having sex with someone regardless of who they are, it's that twisted spire of knowing and not caring all at once. endeavor's galled over this, but at the same time, he obviously isn't doing this just because dabi seduced him. touya knows his father is far stronger than that. no, there's guilt and want at play here, attraction and penance entwined, and it's all wrapped up in that carnal connection as he seizes onto his father's attention, selfishly getting something he'd desired and been denied for so long. perhaps if enji had focused on his son as a child and gave him those platonic acknowledgements and praises, he wouldn't be down here in a villainous hideout shelter shower fucking his son as an adult.
one hand reaches back and dabi hooks it around the back of the hero's broad neck. the next shallow thrust has his leg hiking up onto the ball of his foot, deliberately dragging the bone of his kneecap against the shower wall. something to alleviate the pressure nudging in and out of him in that damn delay of gratification as endeavor takes his time trying to decide what to do. but that's not stopping him from moving as he steps one leg back, the staples on his instep scraping across the top of his father's ankle.
each pop of his head in and out of him hauls a gasp from his lips or some other bodily reaction, most noticeably the villain's clenching hole tightening up around his father's huge body hard when the man's cock splits him open again. shallow fucking, amazing feeling, that burn and stretch which causes his remaining working nerves to scream in pleasure. dabi wants him to shove it in all at once but he's also fine with enji taking his sweet time. he'll indulge in this sin as long as endeavor feels like letting him, soaking up all of it.]
FUCK!! [apparently "all of it" means all of it and dabi drives his head backwards, hair throwing water off the spikes as he grinds it against his father's shoulder. endeavor slams the rest of himself in. that push has his hips meet his ass and the villain's shout rings through the enclosed space. it hurts--fuck it hurts real bad--and it's obvious in touya's voice. but that pain comes with a sick pleasure that's undeniable in his throat either, the way his ass seizes up around endeavor's dick in a strangling grip. he feels every damn detail of him pulsing inside, spreading him open and forcing his body to move for his father's presence. a sudden inappropriate flashback to a moment in the shower with his father way back when, standing in front of him with his big body looming behind him, following instructions on washing behind his ears and making sure he keeps his eyes shut so the shampoo doesn't get in them. fuck, it's a completely different version of his childhood in a twisted way.
teeth scrape at his skin, sliding over the burning demarcation line between scar and health, hurting and blissing simultaneously. staples tug slightly from the brushing touch as endeavor wraps his arm around his chest and pulls him back against him like a damn carseat belt that dabi never wears anymore. at least it keeps his chest off the cooling tile walls and instead flushes his back to endeavor's bulging chest and stomach. one thrust, a second one, he swears he's getting jolted off his feet each time the man thrusts home, though the shouts are intermingled with groans and silent gasps when enji drags out of him. so fucking much! and everything else is gone. that's what he wants. this is why he indulges in getting close to people from time to time. the amazing moment when sex is all his brain can think about and the rest of his life vanishes in the pace of moving bodies and thrusts and fuck.
fingers brush around his neck and dabi's free hand snaps up to grab at his father's wrist. before abruptly shoving upward, forcing the man's hand against his throat. either do it or don't, but don't threaten him with a good time and then stick indecisive around it, ya damn hero! won't say it out loud because he doesn't want enji to randomly have a moral crisis mid-fuck. but the invitation is there. he can hold his breath and he's pretty damn sure endeavor's got some frustrations he could work out with a bit of sexual throttling of the man who's been threatening to burn his entire world to the ground out of sheer hate and spite. he's endeavor's son, but he's a dirty fucking villain all the same!]
Enji.