[ 'good guy' syndrome aside, itadori isn't conscious of the significance of the first sexual experience. movie society urged him to believe it was important, some nonsense about it being memorable and all— but is it really? it seemed a bit of an exaggeration, even when the idea of sharing this moment with a loved one is more appealing, it isn't so awful to try it out with a stranger either. it's less pressure. you know? in case he fucks up? it would be more embarrassing if it's with someone he's keen on impressing.
he raised an eyebrow, tipping his head to the side. ]
But you're helping me get better at it! My future partner will appreciate it more. Think of it as practical sex education!
[ what a lovely way of reminding dabi, once more, he's being used. he then scoffed, an easy smile paints his lips again. in all honesty, he understood why dabi is offering him one last chance to run out of the door, and in the privacy of his own mind, he has to admit it's ... sweet, in its own way. a psychotic murderer who hasn't forgotten to be human once in a while. it meant something to itadori, and he did consider what he's saying, subtly agreeing that he had a point. then again, time is not on his side. it's foolish to be holding out for a magical moment that might never come, with death knocking on his door whenever he steps out, unsure if he will make it back to the safety of his bedroom— can he really afford delaying it?
dabi didn't need to hear that, and he didn't want to bring up an issue so disheartening. instead, he will focus on the man before him; what an intriguing distraction he can be. since he made sure dabi isn't uncomfortable with his approach, itadori reckoned he's allowed to close the gap between them by taking another step; the pressure of his hands drew dabi's body up against his, the heat of his breath curled along the other man's ear as he whispered. ]
... We good? Anything else?
[ — not that he'd let the villain say another word, already kissing him again. still committed on keeping it slow, yet not as tender this time. almost as if he wanted to bury any other doubts they might have, unwilling to be pushed away anymore. there is a limit to the teasing itadori can handle in one night, and they have reassured each other enough. however, he didn't forget about the offer to change scenery, and while a motel is not the image of a clean environment, it is still better than this! he considers it, humming softly against dabi's lips.
soon after, he breaks it off- ]
Okay! Lead the way!
[ who is he to deny such a kind gesture? let's add it as a perk in this new adventure. it's hard to mask how exciting this is, and itadori didn't even bother to do so. ]
You sure you'll be safe? If it's a risk, it's not worth it. I don't mind a little dust. Might sneeze on you by accident, but that's not a big deal.
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[ 'good guy' syndrome aside, itadori isn't conscious of the significance of the first sexual experience. movie society urged him to believe it was important, some nonsense about it being memorable and all— but is it really? it seemed a bit of an exaggeration, even when the idea of sharing this moment with a loved one is more appealing, it isn't so awful to try it out with a stranger either. it's less pressure. you know? in case he fucks up? it would be more embarrassing if it's with someone he's keen on impressing.
he raised an eyebrow, tipping his head to the side. ]
But you're helping me get better at it! My future partner will appreciate it more. Think of it as practical sex education!
[ what a lovely way of reminding dabi, once more, he's being used. he then scoffed, an easy smile paints his lips again. in all honesty, he understood why dabi is offering him one last chance to run out of the door, and in the privacy of his own mind, he has to admit it's ... sweet, in its own way. a psychotic murderer who hasn't forgotten to be human once in a while. it meant something to itadori, and he did consider what he's saying, subtly agreeing that he had a point. then again, time is not on his side. it's foolish to be holding out for a magical moment that might never come, with death knocking on his door whenever he steps out, unsure if he will make it back to the safety of his bedroom— can he really afford delaying it?
dabi didn't need to hear that, and he didn't want to bring up an issue so disheartening. instead, he will focus on the man before him; what an intriguing distraction he can be. since he made sure dabi isn't uncomfortable with his approach, itadori reckoned he's allowed to close the gap between them by taking another step; the pressure of his hands drew dabi's body up against his, the heat of his breath curled along the other man's ear as he whispered. ]
... We good? Anything else?
[ — not that he'd let the villain say another word, already kissing him again. still committed on keeping it slow, yet not as tender this time. almost as if he wanted to bury any other doubts they might have, unwilling to be pushed away anymore. there is a limit to the teasing itadori can handle in one night, and they have reassured each other enough. however, he didn't forget about the offer to change scenery, and while a motel is not the image of a clean environment, it is still better than this! he considers it, humming softly against dabi's lips.
soon after, he breaks it off- ]
Okay! Lead the way!
[ who is he to deny such a kind gesture? let's add it as a perk in this new adventure. it's hard to mask how exciting this is, and itadori didn't even bother to do so. ]
You sure you'll be safe? If it's a risk, it's not worth it. I don't mind a little dust. Might sneeze on you by accident, but that's not a big deal.
[ speak for yourself! gross. ]