[ friends or not, there should be some level of shared respect if they're going to be vulnerable with each other. that's what it is, whether dabi wants to acknowledge it or not. it's hard not to be bare in a sense, not only physically, but emotionally as well. the villain can pretend he's this stoic prince all he wants, and while itadori lacks the experience, he knew emotions will be involved. it could either be good or bad, dissatisfaction or lust. a moment where you drop your guard, stop thinking, maybe go as far as being needy for the other. who knows? it just felt like he's about to witness a whole other side of dabi, and one that's foreign about himself.
itadori expected some opposition to his ultimatum, considering what he's asking for, but held his ground and kept his eyes on the other as he inched closer; attentive. it's only when he heard the word 'thanks'— the intensity behind his gaze eased. a sigh of relief followed, shoulders relaxing. ]
You're welcome.
[ a moment later, one of his hands slipped forward, fingers hooking into one of dabi's belt loops to draw him even closer, bodies pressed together. for someone who was on edge around him— it was somewhat intriguing to watch the other loosen up a little. it's about time. his other hand released the bag as it fell down to the ground in a loud thud; a nudge of his foot pushed it aside so it wouldn't get in their way. a deep breath; itadori is still a bit restless, but no longer crippled with fear. if he dares to admit ... he's actually excited? once his mind is resolved over the idea of having the freedom to do what he wants— this kind of control can be addicting.
he brought his hand up so he could smooth over a disfigured cheek, taking a moment to feel the coarse texture before lightly angling the other man's jaw up to him with a crook of his fingertips; admiring such unique features up close. his gaze shifts lower and on those lips, he then leans in without a hint of reluctance. the kiss is gentle, slow, and experimental. it was hard to avoid the cool touch of a piercing or two, but it didn't pester itadori at all.
the first kiss didn't linger. he breaks it off soon after, blinking at dabi as if he expected to be pushed away? no? okay since that's not the case, the next one had more spark into it; lips parted slightly. he tilts his head, enjoying the warmth spreading from dabi's body. if he thought that was a turnoff, it isn't. it was more welcoming.
but— just to be safe.]
... Keep it cool.
[ he muttered without breaking off the kiss, fingers working on stripping dabi off that jacket, allowing the heavy fabric to drop down to the floor. ]
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itadori expected some opposition to his ultimatum, considering what he's asking for, but held his ground and kept his eyes on the other as he inched closer; attentive. it's only when he heard the word 'thanks'— the intensity behind his gaze eased. a sigh of relief followed, shoulders relaxing. ]
You're welcome.
[ a moment later, one of his hands slipped forward, fingers hooking into one of dabi's belt loops to draw him even closer, bodies pressed together. for someone who was on edge around him— it was somewhat intriguing to watch the other loosen up a little. it's about time. his other hand released the bag as it fell down to the ground in a loud thud; a nudge of his foot pushed it aside so it wouldn't get in their way. a deep breath; itadori is still a bit restless, but no longer crippled with fear. if he dares to admit ... he's actually excited? once his mind is resolved over the idea of having the freedom to do what he wants— this kind of control can be addicting.
he brought his hand up so he could smooth over a disfigured cheek, taking a moment to feel the coarse texture before lightly angling the other man's jaw up to him with a crook of his fingertips; admiring such unique features up close. his gaze shifts lower and on those lips, he then leans in without a hint of reluctance. the kiss is gentle, slow, and experimental. it was hard to avoid the cool touch of a piercing or two, but it didn't pester itadori at all.
the first kiss didn't linger. he breaks it off soon after, blinking at dabi as if he expected to be pushed away? no? okay since that's not the case, the next one had more spark into it; lips parted slightly. he tilts his head, enjoying the warmth spreading from dabi's body. if he thought that was a turnoff, it isn't. it was more welcoming.
but— just to be safe.]
... Keep it cool.
[ he muttered without breaking off the kiss, fingers working on stripping dabi off that jacket, allowing the heavy fabric to drop down to the floor. ]