[no further comment but that smug ass one. touya leans into the kiss again, until natsuo pushes his head back to the pillow. that hunger's addictive and he's quick to cling to it. as tongue sliding between his brother's teeth, caressing the roof of his mouth and diving into the wet underneath his tongue. a low groan bleeds out when he sucks on it, not giving a fuck at how "wrong" this is. look at his life; you think dabi cares about doing something "wrong" right now? he's fucking proud of it.
somewhere in the back of his mind, touya wanders about natsuo's quirk. it's nothing impressive compared to his father and shouto, or his own, but then again, natsuo was always passed off as a failure from the start and never given any training. if he'd actually worked with it all these years, would it be more than meager? not for the first time did he wonder what would've happened if he'd stolen his little brother away from their family estate and brought him away with him.
probably this, somewhere along the way. he drags his hand down natsuo's back, fingertips running over the bumps of his spine and tracing the angles of his shoulder blades. not caring whenever his staples brush against the insides of natsuo's thighs or graze against his chest or wherever else he's going.
dabi exhales through a faint grin as he listens to that low moan escaping from his brother's lips. sounds good like that, wanting and heated. lifting his chest, he presses up into the hands running over his chest, eyes closing and head falling back as that cool touch caressed over his pectorals. fuck... (you shit. why dontcha go get a ruler too? at least let him enjoy the close race in girth. and he's got piercings, so up your two centimeters.)
his breath hitches when a thumb flicks over his nipple, catching from the sensation as the nub pebbles up from the touch.]
Hope ya ain't plannin on sleepin tonight...
[says the guy who probably doesn't have the stamina to match his little brother physically.]
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[no further comment but that smug ass one. touya leans into the kiss again, until natsuo pushes his head back to the pillow. that hunger's addictive and he's quick to cling to it. as tongue sliding between his brother's teeth, caressing the roof of his mouth and diving into the wet underneath his tongue. a low groan bleeds out when he sucks on it, not giving a fuck at how "wrong" this is. look at his life; you think dabi cares about doing something "wrong" right now? he's fucking proud of it.
somewhere in the back of his mind, touya wanders about natsuo's quirk. it's nothing impressive compared to his father and shouto, or his own, but then again, natsuo was always passed off as a failure from the start and never given any training. if he'd actually worked with it all these years, would it be more than meager? not for the first time did he wonder what would've happened if he'd stolen his little brother away from their family estate and brought him away with him.
probably this, somewhere along the way. he drags his hand down natsuo's back, fingertips running over the bumps of his spine and tracing the angles of his shoulder blades. not caring whenever his staples brush against the insides of natsuo's thighs or graze against his chest or wherever else he's going.
dabi exhales through a faint grin as he listens to that low moan escaping from his brother's lips. sounds good like that, wanting and heated. lifting his chest, he presses up into the hands running over his chest, eyes closing and head falling back as that cool touch caressed over his pectorals. fuck... (you shit. why dontcha go get a ruler too? at least let him enjoy the close race in girth. and he's got piercings, so up your two centimeters.)
his breath hitches when a thumb flicks over his nipple, catching from the sensation as the nub pebbles up from the touch.]
Hope ya ain't plannin on sleepin tonight...
[says the guy who probably doesn't have the stamina to match his little brother physically.]