[conversely, dabi "likes" to be compared unfavorably to his father. mostly when people rage at endeavor for creating someone like him, both the sympathizers and the victims of touya's madness. he's already come to grips with his failures. all he keeps on his boasting block is his flames being stronger than endeavor's. seeing natsuo get all proud and preening under his attention, however, is a nice change of pace for him. hell knows how many times his little brother gets complimented for is own self...]
Told her I wouldn't stay the smallest forever. [she never understood him anyways. as natsuo put his hand on him, some of the heat from touya's words sapped away. soon enough causing him to sink down to his back on the bed and rest beneath his brother's head. when they were younger, he was the one who used to lie with his head on natsuo's strong chest, wanting the reassurance of his brother's heartbeat to know he was still there with him, when it felt like everyone else was gone.
dabi blinks from reminiscing as a hand settles on his own, the squeeze prompting him to frown but turn his hand beneath natsuo's. pulse checkin- oh, hand holding. but it morphs into a smirk when he gets a passing grade and a hint towards more in the future.]
Better not do this with ya future patients. Use the... whatever that thing is. [and mimes a stethoscope from his ears to his chest. a poor joke at natsuo's expense.
it's strange to see his own flesh and blood looking down at him like that. he heat in his face is one thing, touya remembers that from all the teasing long ago, but the heat in his eyes and the interest within them, despite the wreck his burned up body's in... it brings up a strange rift between self-consciousness and brazen pride.]
Ya ain't as bad as I am, so don't worry abut it. There's worse shit out there than wantin this.
[dabi tilts his head slightly as a hand cards through his hair. he has no answer for that internal question; he'd died just after hitting puberty, when those thoughts would've started. but perhaps... he'd always turned to natsuo for comfort and support. why not some fucked-up semblance of love as well? wasn't enough to get him to come home, but despite the taboo, or perhaps because of it, the idea of hanging around natsuo more wasn't so adverse.
the sudden dip back into doctor talk earns an arched brow and touya gives him a flat look with a wry smile.]
This musta been fun to learn in class. Ya do it with a model or a volunteer? [that said, he hooks his thumbs in the hem of his underwear and pushes down. narrow hips arch up off the bed, letting him pull the snug material down over his ass and off his knees before finally tugging his long legs free of the clothing. and flick- off to the side, no care where they landed.
before stretching out on the bed again a shameless "ah" of relaxation. despite his wiry muscles and more slender build, at least dabi hadn't missed out on all of their father's genes. he's impressive enough, a bit thicker and larger than you'd expect from the rest of him. flopped back against his pelvic v, revealing a silver four-rung frenum piercing centered on the underside of his dick. another middle finger to the world. mercifully his fires have left his general "hip" area, front and back, alone.]
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Told her I wouldn't stay the smallest forever. [she never understood him anyways. as natsuo put his hand on him, some of the heat from touya's words sapped away. soon enough causing him to sink down to his back on the bed and rest beneath his brother's head. when they were younger, he was the one who used to lie with his head on natsuo's strong chest, wanting the reassurance of his brother's heartbeat to know he was still there with him, when it felt like everyone else was gone.
dabi blinks from reminiscing as a hand settles on his own, the squeeze prompting him to frown but turn his hand beneath natsuo's. pulse checkin- oh, hand holding. but it morphs into a smirk when he gets a passing grade and a hint towards more in the future.]
Better not do this with ya future patients. Use the... whatever that thing is. [and mimes a stethoscope from his ears to his chest. a poor joke at natsuo's expense.
it's strange to see his own flesh and blood looking down at him like that. he heat in his face is one thing, touya remembers that from all the teasing long ago, but the heat in his eyes and the interest within them, despite the wreck his burned up body's in... it brings up a strange rift between self-consciousness and brazen pride.]
Ya ain't as bad as I am, so don't worry abut it. There's worse shit out there than wantin this.
[dabi tilts his head slightly as a hand cards through his hair. he has no answer for that internal question; he'd died just after hitting puberty, when those thoughts would've started. but perhaps... he'd always turned to natsuo for comfort and support. why not some fucked-up semblance of love as well? wasn't enough to get him to come home, but despite the taboo, or perhaps because of it, the idea of hanging around natsuo more wasn't so adverse.
the sudden dip back into doctor talk earns an arched brow and touya gives him a flat look with a wry smile.]
This musta been fun to learn in class. Ya do it with a model or a volunteer? [that said, he hooks his thumbs in the hem of his underwear and pushes down. narrow hips arch up off the bed, letting him pull the snug material down over his ass and off his knees before finally tugging his long legs free of the clothing. and flick- off to the side, no care where they landed.
before stretching out on the bed again a shameless "ah" of relaxation. despite his wiry muscles and more slender build, at least dabi hadn't missed out on all of their father's genes. he's impressive enough, a bit thicker and larger than you'd expect from the rest of him. flopped back against his pelvic v, revealing a silver four-rung frenum piercing centered on the underside of his dick. another middle finger to the world. mercifully his fires have left his general "hip" area, front and back, alone.]
So how's this work?