[maybe. there's a bit of thoughtful deliberation in those two words. a few moments ago, he would've answered that with a firm affirmative, but itadori's naivety in sexual experiences and his strange but honest interest in dabi are shaping the opportunity into something the guy might not really regret later on in life. all of that's laid out plainly when the kid starts talking about it being a learning experience and dabi actually breaks a wry grin up towards one scarred corner of his mouth. seriously, when he puts it that way, it's like he's doing the guy a favor by helping him practice.]
Hn. That's one way to look at it. [what a fucking ball of optimism. why is this sunshine down here in the ugly muck with the rest of filth?] All right. Guess it won't kill me to help ya practice.
[dabi's used to being used, as he's made obvious before. but at the same time, he's at a position in his life now where he doesn't do anything he doesn't really want to do. the fact he's stayed this long in the cabin and continues to carry on the conversation, entertain the idea, suggests he's not adverse to doing this either. he'd be far more pissed if itadori betrays him to the cops than has sex with him. the former would erode any sense of cautious interest between them; the latter ironically makes it easier for dabi to agree to another meeting.
don't call him "sweet", dammit.
as if the villain would consider the reality of risking death at every step out the door something disheartening; it's a fucking fact of life. he's not so positive to think he'll be guaranteed tomorrow, and he has no delusions over the two ends to his life in his future. still, itadori's proving to be an interesting distraction in his own right and dabi's finding himself... curious about him. what really's driving this kid to reach for him so much.
it's one of the reasons he answers to the physical draw as itadori steps up against him. pressing their bodies together, hands drawing him close, and a low hum drifting past his lips when the other guy's breath ghosts past his ear. the trio of silver hoops reflect itadori's mouth and dabi flicks his eyes to the side, more hearing his breath rather than feeling it on his charred flesh.]
We-- mph.
[so much for answering him. lips press to his own and this time, the villain returns it with a more interested firmness. he answers to his speed, not forcing anything hard against his mouth but rather attempting to mirror the pressure itadori's pressing to his lips. any other protests or deflects go up in flames and the ashes blow away. they're doing this.
dabi traces his tongue over his lips when itadori breaks the kiss and he uncurls his fingers again, flicking his nails across the guy's fingertips. figures he'd accept that offer to change scenery. the excitement over there is amusing. like a little kid ready to go on an adventure.]
Don't start worryin bout my safety. Ya won't sleep well if ya do.
[the words are less biting than normal, more teasing caution than anything else. worrying about dabi's safety when he's out here fighting heroes wanting to imprison him is just asking for sleepless nights in itadori's bed. not the kind of effort he feels the guy should waste on him.
leaving itadori to scoop up his bag, dabi heads out of the cabin, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. for obvious reasons, he doesn't opt to talk and keeps his silence even if itadori wants to chat. skulking through the shadows and keeping to the darker parts of the park gets them across the area and to the surrounding streets. from there, it's only a few alleys to cut through before they end up a few blocks away from the park. a motel sits nestled amid some old woods, ass shoved up against the old fence.
still, the woman at the counter doesn't even bat an eye when dabi and itadori walk in. she merely takes the cash the villain palms onto the countertop and slides the key across to him. with that, they're left to their own devices, no question for name or anything else. dabi leads the younger man across the faded maroon carpet, ignoring the dingy wallpaper as they finally stop in front of a door at the end of the building. key in the door, it swings open, and a simple room greets them.
one medium-sized bed, a small couch, two chairs and a little table, ac unit under the curtained window, and two lamps in the corners of the room on the diagonal. a single-sink bathroom sports a shower the size of a telephone booth, but it's still usable if two people don't mind squeezing together. despite the age and simplicity, the room's been cleaned and taken care of.]
How boucha not sneeze in my face? [dabi tosses the key to the table and faces itadori.] Welcome to sex ed.
no subject
[maybe. there's a bit of thoughtful deliberation in those two words. a few moments ago, he would've answered that with a firm affirmative, but itadori's naivety in sexual experiences and his strange but honest interest in dabi are shaping the opportunity into something the guy might not really regret later on in life. all of that's laid out plainly when the kid starts talking about it being a learning experience and dabi actually breaks a wry grin up towards one scarred corner of his mouth. seriously, when he puts it that way, it's like he's doing the guy a favor by helping him practice.]
Hn. That's one way to look at it. [what a fucking ball of optimism. why is this sunshine down here in the ugly muck with the rest of filth?] All right. Guess it won't kill me to help ya practice.
[dabi's used to being used, as he's made obvious before. but at the same time, he's at a position in his life now where he doesn't do anything he doesn't really want to do. the fact he's stayed this long in the cabin and continues to carry on the conversation, entertain the idea, suggests he's not adverse to doing this either. he'd be far more pissed if itadori betrays him to the cops than has sex with him. the former would erode any sense of cautious interest between them; the latter ironically makes it easier for dabi to agree to another meeting.
don't call him "sweet", dammit.
as if the villain would consider the reality of risking death at every step out the door something disheartening; it's a fucking fact of life. he's not so positive to think he'll be guaranteed tomorrow, and he has no delusions over the two ends to his life in his future. still, itadori's proving to be an interesting distraction in his own right and dabi's finding himself... curious about him. what really's driving this kid to reach for him so much.
it's one of the reasons he answers to the physical draw as itadori steps up against him. pressing their bodies together, hands drawing him close, and a low hum drifting past his lips when the other guy's breath ghosts past his ear. the trio of silver hoops reflect itadori's mouth and dabi flicks his eyes to the side, more hearing his breath rather than feeling it on his charred flesh.]
We-- mph.
[so much for answering him. lips press to his own and this time, the villain returns it with a more interested firmness. he answers to his speed, not forcing anything hard against his mouth but rather attempting to mirror the pressure itadori's pressing to his lips. any other protests or deflects go up in flames and the ashes blow away. they're doing this.
dabi traces his tongue over his lips when itadori breaks the kiss and he uncurls his fingers again, flicking his nails across the guy's fingertips. figures he'd accept that offer to change scenery. the excitement over there is amusing. like a little kid ready to go on an adventure.]
Don't start worryin bout my safety. Ya won't sleep well if ya do.
[the words are less biting than normal, more teasing caution than anything else. worrying about dabi's safety when he's out here fighting heroes wanting to imprison him is just asking for sleepless nights in itadori's bed. not the kind of effort he feels the guy should waste on him.
leaving itadori to scoop up his bag, dabi heads out of the cabin, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. for obvious reasons, he doesn't opt to talk and keeps his silence even if itadori wants to chat. skulking through the shadows and keeping to the darker parts of the park gets them across the area and to the surrounding streets. from there, it's only a few alleys to cut through before they end up a few blocks away from the park. a motel sits nestled amid some old woods, ass shoved up against the old fence.
still, the woman at the counter doesn't even bat an eye when dabi and itadori walk in. she merely takes the cash the villain palms onto the countertop and slides the key across to him. with that, they're left to their own devices, no question for name or anything else. dabi leads the younger man across the faded maroon carpet, ignoring the dingy wallpaper as they finally stop in front of a door at the end of the building. key in the door, it swings open, and a simple room greets them.
one medium-sized bed, a small couch, two chairs and a little table, ac unit under the curtained window, and two lamps in the corners of the room on the diagonal. a single-sink bathroom sports a shower the size of a telephone booth, but it's still usable if two people don't mind squeezing together. despite the age and simplicity, the room's been cleaned and taken care of.]
How boucha not sneeze in my face? [dabi tosses the key to the table and faces itadori.] Welcome to sex ed.