[if anything, the kid's a good student. whatever school he's going to for whatever he's doing is probably happy to have him. he pays attention to dabi's instructions and the burned villain trades back by not running him through a whole litany of instructions one after the other. check his teeth. good. gives him a minute or so to suck and bob before he bothers suggesting itadori focus on his head alone. his enthusiasm is catching and it brings its own pleasure with it. he's not some expert sucking him off with experience, but rather fumbling his way around a dick in his mouth. trying not to choke or bite, seeing what his tongue can do over his shaft, gauging how much he can suck on and take in before his mouth feels weird or his jaw starts to hurt. of course, breathing is also a thing and dabi smirks when itadori has to figure that out with another man's dick in his throat.
but he's still so fucking eager--virgin teenagers--and that's a thrill all to its own. there's some part in the back of the villain's brain that keeps a watch out for whatever this "threat" is that had itadori so worried over crawling into bed with another person. while he's somewhat reevaluating his thoughts on this kid, dabi's nowhere near nice enough not to turn this entire place into a conflagration to save his own proverbial skin.
itadori's doing well though and dabi's not a statue on the bed without reactions. when he sucks harder, his hips twitch upward. teeth graze across his shaft and his free hand fists in the sheets. that wagging tongue slaps back and forth across his head and the older youth sucks his breath in through a short inhale. it all feels good and there's no hiding it. cock twitching and body moving with those actions. occasionally pressing with his legs as well, wanting to thrust his hips but refusing for now. there's one accidental bite that has dabi kick a leg up to hike around him, but it gets arrested by his pants and the villain pulls itadori's hair instead to vent some of that sensation. the clumsy way he's blowing him is actually really nice and he's torn between the desire to keep it and the curiosity on itadori's improvement.
as for the heat, dabi naturally runs hotter than most people due to his quirk. so that might be part of the reason he's getting to enjoy the sight of itadori breaking out in a sweat and dripping already. small pants puffing over his skin, flushed face even darker than his pink hair, those amber eyes lidded and lust-darkened. god, this guy's pretty intense. unfortunately the permission to start thrusting his hips and really dragging on his hair comes just before itadori makes the choice to pull off, which earns a small growl from dabi as he goes to thrust and ends up in the air. real smooth move, kid. smooth...
he drops back down, cock flushed and glistening from spit glazing him. turquoise eyes lock onto that tongue running across his teeth and caressing his somewhat-swollen lips from that sucking. not like dabi's untreated to a view from this position either. itadori's flush is down his neck and onto his chest as well, sweat outlining the cut of his muscles as a droplet or two clings to the surface of his abs. the young sorcerer's pretty enticing as well.]
Rip 'em and ya walkin outta here naked.
[important? not like he's clinging to them. but he didn't come here with extras, so he'd rather not leave with his ass hanging out under his coat. still, he hikes a leg a piece while itadori works his boots off, the heavy footwear landing on the ground with audible 'thuds' once freed. finally it lets him have the freedom to strip his pants off and he shoves them down with his hands as much as itadori's pulling them off with his own. as soon as he's good and naked, dabi flops back on the bed with a relaxed exhale.]
Feels fucking better.
[pulling his arms overhead and arching his torso, dabi stretches out where he is, twisting a bit and straining a few muscles as his eyes stay locked on itadori's unconscious tonguing over his fingers. shit, that shouldn't be as hot as it is, but his dick visibly jumps at the sight. the question gets him to prop himself up on his elbows, core muscles tightening from the position.]
Spit's fine. Lube feels like I'm getting basted like a damn bird.
[besides, dabi likes the raw element, and resistance more than the glide at first. plus you never know what someone's spiked a strange lube tube with. suppository drugs? toothpaste? a curse? ah the seedy underbelly of the world. but it's definitely telling him what itadori's eager to try next and he's once again impressed the kid's so eager to hit the metaphorical gas so soon.
dropping onto his back again, head tucked up from the pillows, his breath hitches slightly as a hand cups around the diamond of his back and two fingers spread between his cheeks. dabi's eyes lid slightly despite their burning irises when itadori's fingers nudge at his entrance, tracing the ring of muscle with the slick of his spit. instinct clenches inward, pulling at the kid's fingertips. a breathless curse floats from his lips, head falling back when one strong hand pushes up on his ass to lift his hips slightly and press his dick into the heat of itadori's mouth again. that coaxing tongue's all he needs to take the invite as permission.
this time, dabi's grip in the kid's hair is harder, pressing the pink spikes into the palm of his hand as he takes hold and pushes down. forcing his mouth slowly lower on his dick. mouth open, letting him feel the round of his head nudging his tongue into the bottom of his mouth and rub the faint ribs on the roof. only halfway before he stops the pressure of his hand.]
Hold ya breath.
[and deliberately hikes his hips upward. not as hard a thrust as he could, but it's pressure enough to push his dick the rest of the way into itadori's mouth and spill the head of his dick into his throat. whether he gulps, gasps, or gags, he's gonna do it around dabi's cock. hand where it is, he keeps him there as he sheathes himself all the way to the base inside the younger man's mouth, what inches of himself are now embedded into that wet grip of itadori's throat giving him voltage jolt through the pleasure center. one, two, five seconds of plugging him up before he lowers his hips and pulls up with his hand, schlicking his length free of the kid's mouth with a wet sound. mostly to give him a chance to breathe again.]
Ya did good.
[and repeats it, a little more firmly this time. dabi said itadori could call the shots, but he gave him permission to thrust, so he's taking it. kid's free to tap him or pull back whenever he wants and dabi'll stop, but until then, he's content to fuck his mouth for a while.]
really? because itadori was pretty certain he was about to suffocate and fade into the darkness. it's well deserved, for him being impatient and rushing it. aside from the visible tension in his shoulders, and the way he flinched when dabi pushed himself in, those little signs might give a clue on how unprepared he was— and yet, he took it like a champ. the moment dabi's cock slipped out of his lips; a cough followed and a harsh gasp; he then wipes the mess around his mouth and chin with the back of his shaky fingers. now the shock is dulling, a realization of how it actually felt sets in— the hot flush spreading down his throat and chest; eyes glazed in lust.
fuck, it was so lewd. to be taken like this, have dabi manhandle him, grab him by the hair as he fucked him dirty— why is this such a turn on? not that he had much time to ponder about it, as he's being pulled down again, but this time itadori knew what to expect. he would flex his throat, use his tongue to add further friction into that man's thrusts, careful with his teeth. he moaned heavily, muted as always, losing his focus on what he wanted to do for a few seconds as he adapts to all those maddening sensations.
he finally moved his hand, the one spreading spit and slick, pushing his index finger in, blinded whether his approach is excruciating or not, but he keeps going. the middle joins in, way too damn early, forcing its way through those tight rings of muscles in the least mindful manner— he, at least, allows dabi a second to adjust, attentive to any hint of protest before he relaxed them in, working on easing the pressure. if he's honest here, really honest with himself, he doesn't want to. is that awful? he'd want to fuck him raw and right this instant. in the cloud of his horny mind, all he could think about is how tight this man is; it made his own arousal twist in sheer impatience and agony of being neglected for so long. it's like he reached a stage where he's vividly aware of what's happening, and has begun viewing dabi as someone who is willing to cater to his needs. it's daunting— how easy it was to accept the idea of 'he can handle it'.
his jaw aches; hurts so good, from the way dabi is unapologetic in rocking his hips and urging him to swallow him whole with every push. the warmth burns from within, unable to rid of the loud pulsing need. he can't think, simply reacting on impulse. itadori pulls away, voice terribly hoarse as he struggled to catch his breath- ]
Okay, I can't take it anymore ...
[ with a hasty touch, itadori forced dabi to knee his legs up. he bucked his hips, pressed the swelling shape of his prick into the other man's, then swept an arm out, shoving those pesky pillows out of the way as he leveraged the heavy weight of his body, and forced dabi back, pinning him down on the flat mattress with a loud creak; catching his lips in a mad clutch of a kiss.
it was like a switch. actions that portrayed a virgin teen's curiosity altered into something more unabashed. the way itadori's hands fondled with the body underneath him; a knowing, somewhat possessive embrace, callous on his sensitive skin as his nails didn't shy away from leaving its marks. they finally settle on his hips, itadori moved his own to rub the blunt, pre-slicked head of his cock against that same spot, somewhere along their kiss he managed to tug on his pants just enough to expose himself.
with a heavy exhale, he pulls away from the bruising kiss; the line of his face angled so that he could bite into the other man's neck, pinning him in place. he made a low, hungry moan against the fever-hot skin, a harsh reminder of that menacing quirk, clamped his eyes shut while a roll of his hips moved to wedge the head of his arousal past the resistance of dabi's unprepared body. needless to say, there wasn't enough slick, it'd hurt like hell, but that somehow made it better, made his prick twitch when he hadn't even sunk a few inches into the tight, clenching heat of the other man. he bit down, harder, and snapped his hips forward again, more roughly this time. ]
[really. unfortunately, suffocating and choking during a first time deepthroat is kind of natural. the main thing is he didn't pass out and he didn't throw up. aka: ya did good. dabi'd be lying if he said the sensation of itadori's throat convulsing and throbbing around his cock wasn't fucking amazing. if he cared more, he would've cautioned the kid not to rush it so fast, but since he told itadori he could control the pace, well... that's the pace the kid wants. lets him have it. he felt his unpreparedness with that flinch of his face and saw it in the tension of his shoulders and still sheathed himself to the root in his mouth. might only be their second meeting, first in person, but dabi knows itadori can handle the pressure. he's further rewarded by that utterly obscene mixture of sight and sound when he pulls out of the sorcerer's throat.]
felt good, huh. [dabi smirks down at him from the pillows behind his head.] ya look nice, kid. [that's a sight he doesn't mind branding into his brain. itadori post-deepthroat.] wanna go again?
[of course he did. his fingers drag their tips across his scalp, raking through the pink in a lazy few rubs. before he takes hold of his hair again and pushes down atop his head. this time he keeps his hips on the bed, not thrusting and using his grip on itadori's hair to slowly lower and pull him up. gives him enough leeway to move his head with him, since he's not trying to pull the kid's hair out at the roots. but it gives a nice semblance of controlling him. itadori learned quickly because he's ready for the way his cock sinks into his throat. dabi's eyes fall shut and a breathy cuss slides from his mouth as the younger man takes him in, sucking like that and moving the muscles of his throat around him. god, he's good for a newbie. already adding his tongue despite it being mashed into the base of his mouth and minding his teeth at the same time. but that fucking moan... its vibrations do things that make dabi's free hand curl in the bedsheets until he's fisting them. holy fuck.]
Ngh-! [okay, maybe it hadn't been the best idea to get overeager himself. it's one bundle of sensations getting sucked off and deepthroated by itadori. it's a whole additional bundle to get finger fucked at the same time. honestly he's surprised the kid can manage to do the two at once, especially for someone with no experience. should've told him to wai-- oh fuck, never mind! that one finger pushes in and dabi grits his teeth, less out of pain and more out of the inevitable strange sensation of a finger worming into his ass. spit makes it slick enough, but the tight muscle around his digit's quick to grab and stick to him, long lines of squelching heat grabbing at the rest of his finger the further itadori pushes it in.
it's when the middle one joins in that it actually hurts. dabi's stomach sinks slightly, abs chiseling beneath his scarred flesh as the bite of that stretch and pierce zip through his ass and hips. he should tell him to calm the fuck down... but hell with it. itadori's on a sex high and dabi's gonna let him ride it out and use him. the sensation's fucking distracting as hell and he's here for that. two fingers forcing their way in and he arches his chest slightly, fingers opening and clawing at the bed in rhythm when he's given the chance to adjust. nope, no protest here, if he ignores the natural attempt of dabi's body attempting to expel the penetration. it gets so much better when itadori eases his advance and the villain's body relaxes back on the bed. nah, it's not awful of him to want to do ALL and EVERYTHING at once. kinda expected for a newbie suddenly feeling this pleasure for the first time.
dabi focuses on the sensation of his fingers and his mouth, feeling the slide of his nails inside him and the light swell of his fingers' joints slipping in and out of his hole, coupled with that wickedly-good throat strangling his dick as his tongue bathes up and down saliva and pressure in that sweltering heat. cater to his needs is putting it too nicely, but he is serving himself up to be enjoyed. not that dabi's not getting his own kicks out of this as well. because he can handle it.
so can itadori, with each renewed thrust of his hips shoving into his mouth, bottoming out with every shove upward. down all the way until the kid's lips are flush with the hilt of his dick, then back up, his gleaming shaft revealed from the cup of his lips all the way to the tip. and back down again before he's had time to get a proper breath. there's a very brief "not yet" moment when he tries to pull back on his own, but dabi lets him up soon after, releasing his hair and eyeing him with a little grin as itadori sucks in his labored air.]
Already? Shit kid, this ain't a race.
[does he sound reluctant or warning? nope! only amused and kind of taunting. before his breath's a little rushed out of him when two hands abruptly catch his legs and force them up at the knees. dabi slaps both hands down on the sheets this time, eyes widening as his younger partner curls over him and all but shoves the dripping head of his dick against his hole. shit-- he's gonna do this dry?! between a scant two-fingered fuck and whatever precum he's got on him, that's not a lot of prep!
but god, the head of his cock feels so fucking soft and full, pushing at the center of his ass with all the impatience of a horny teenager. okay, dabi resigns himself to walking stiff tomorrow; this is gonna hurt and feel so fucking good, it's worth it. pillows get knocked to the side and dabi drops flat on his back as itadori all but shoves him onto the bed. the bed frame sounds a protest they both ignore and this time the villain snaps his hand around the back of itadori's neck to hold him in that heavy kiss he just shoved into his mouth. someone's eager and he's not about to stop him. so much for the shy virgin. now he's a horny young man let off the proverbial leash. fuck.
dabi clenches one leg up to itadori's side, knee jammed under his arm and staples lightly grazing at his ribs as the scarring all over his leg rubs against contrasting smooth skin. he doesn't mind the possessiveness. not right now. a burned heel clunks against the small of his back as dabi hooks his other leg around the kid's lower torso and hips, lips pulling back from his teeth in a wry grin if satisfaction as blunt nails rake marks down his still-healthy (by proxy) flesh. finally taking purchase on his hips and he bucks them up into itadori's hands. feels good, the way the younger man's moving his lips like that, rubbing the slick of his precum over his rim. those pants down just enough to let his dick out... gonna have to take care of that in a few seconds.]
Ya ready? [dabi's voice is a bit thicker with interest, burning eyes looking at his partner as itadori draws back for a moment. definitely feels like he is.] Ah-!
[he drops his head back on the bed, nude body jerking as itadori's teeth if the purple flesh of his throat. pinned down and wrapped around the sorcerer, the villain's quick to throw everything else out the fucking window as that moan bleeds into his flesh, answers by a heated curse from his own lips. hips roll, there's a sudden seize of tightness as dabi's ass clenches against itadori's head, stubbornly resisting the penetration. he's not prepped enough, he's not slick enough, he's not read enough. and the other guy just has to say "fuck it" and shove it in--]
Fuuuck-! [it does hurt. he's not burned back there, all his nerves work, and itadori's not small. precum and scant saliva and stubbornness work as he presses in, dabi's body dents inward, there's a moment of give and the younger man stabs in with a hard 'pop' he feels all over him. legs tighten around his hips and torso, he almost rips the bedsheets, and his hand rakes across the upper part of itadori's back as he shoves his dick in. hurts good. really good. nothing's in his head, that blessed relief ripping him away from life and depositing him "here" and "itadori" and that's it. sensation alone. it's like pushing his prick into a toaster. hot and slick grab at the sorcerer's sensitive flesh, sticking to his head and the underside of his crown, dragging his foreskin further down his shaft. muscles ripple across his flesh as he bites dabi harder and the villain curls around him more when he abruptly thrusts his hips forward, claiming him with another few inches.] Real good, Itadori. Ya feel so fuckin good.
[ it's not a race, huh. what an easy remark to say when you had your share of different sexual experiences along the years with multiple partners. unlike itadori. he couldn't believe what he was missing out on, what he tried to keep himself from doing for a while, and it's certainly no exaggeration when people describe how good it feels to be intimate with someone. dabi is— on another level, though. that man was so ready to handle anything coming his way, and it might be the sexiest perk about him. every single time itadori had an inkling of doubt that he might be crossing a line, dabi encourages him to fucking go for it, either by his words or actions. it's okay to mess up, it's okay to be hasty, it's okay to want to try various things in a disorganized order. it's okay if it hurts like hell.
his passivity is addicting. it's hitting all the right spots, from stroking his ego to sedating his anxieties in one bundle. it's all good, isn't it? they're fine. it's fine. itadori is allowed to try and make mistakes. how else is he supposed to learn?
he flexed his jaw, breaking away from further mutilating the scarred flesh under his teeth, and snapped his hips forward again, more roughly this time. his nails gouge deeper into the skin around dabi's hips, pinning him in place while he worked himself in to the hilt. now— itadori is in total bliss, pure ecstasy; the way those muscles squeezed on his throbbing cock, ruthless, triggering a hot rush of blood down his spine, awakening sensations he never thought he had— dizzy from the brilliance of it all. it's intoxicating; like a beautiful drug. fuck, it's too perfect.
another heavy moan slipped out of his parted lips, his eyes quickly shuttering. he then smeared a few sloppy kisses along dabi's cheek, tried to catch his mouth in between hard breaths. it's way too hot for comfort, from the heat of his own arousal, his short bangs clinging to his sweat-tacky forehead. starving for more out of that man, loving every second of this. ]
Don't let go.
[ he refers to the way dabi's legs curled around him, tilting their hips in a way that made it easier to move inside of him. but, fuck, itadori had another problem. it felt good. no, it felt too good! the type that promised the sorcerer an embarrassing level of poor stamina that will end with dabi mocking him for days. he needs to force himself not to get too riled up, otherwise this will end way too soon— calm down, calm down, calm down!
... yeah, not happening.
when dabi's eagerness reassured him that the other man would take it, no matter how badly it might ache, he slipped one hand between their squirming bodies and held into the villain's cock; trying (failing the first few times) to match the pace of his thrusts while stroking him, reaching that sweet flow. short and shallow at first, and then as his own pre helped to slick the way, the breath-hitching tightness of dabi is unbelievably maddening; the motions became deeper, full, and— brutal. they are truly testing the durability of the bed under their weights, the wooden headboard slammed against the wall as he fucked him. their neighbors might want to switch rooms at this point.
drunk by lust, itadori couldn't keep his eyes open at this point, head dropped low, pressing their foreheads together. he feeds off the way dabi touched him, the raspy tone of his voice, the warmth of his body against his own, how he felt, their closeness— if he's not careful, this whole experience might mature into something else. something more personal, and ... risky. despite all dabi's promises of persuading his goals, devoted to go after his family while being led by an untamed hatred. all those warning signs that begged him not to see this moment of weakness anything more than it is. it's simple: they are using each other. that's all. itadori didn't even notice in the blur of everything that felt so intense ... those black, tattoo-like marks reappeared all over his flustered skin. symmetrical lines that spiral and parallel over his face, shoulders, chest and down to his wrists.
it's still itadori. it's still his voice. but, he's slipping— ]
[or it's because dabi's had plenty of different sexual experiences that he knows when to tell itadori it's not a race. then again, the scarred villain had been hard pressed not to gorge himself of the guy's soba, so he's not really one to talk about "excitement" in general. besides, he didn't really think the kid was gonna listen to him. this much physical pleasure for a first timer, without any real judgemental eyes or having to measure up to anyone/thing, and it's free game? maybe dabi should be the one bracing himself. he kind of is... and it feels amazing on this end too. itadori's raw energy and excitement is as addicting as the run of his flesh against his own, all of dabi's remaining working nerves more than thrilled to light up with a heat that has nothing to do with his quirk. that's it, kid. screw up, be messy, run if ya want, cuss, cum, cry, shout, no one's telling him what order to do things in even if dabi's voiced one suggestion to slow down. it's all caveated with the understood "if ya want" and itadori's taking that freedom and fucking sprinting with it.
if it hurts him, well... an eager teenager's dick in his ass is nothing compared to second-and-third-degree burns all over his body. besides, the pain that comes in so many different ways is clashed intensely by the pleasure. the penetration bites and the stretch burns, but the glide rubs his nerves so good and the sense of fullness and warmth is amazing. itadori's prick goes from head to shaft to fucking heartbeats in a smooth thrust and shove and dabi's immediately focused on how bliss it is to be connected to someone like this. all he feels is itadori. his hair on his hand, his chest against his own, his sides and hips on his legs, his dick inside him, and his breath and teeth all over his throat. fuck this kid's addicting already.
a rougher shove and dabi jerks his head back against the bed, free hand relocating to grab at itadori's upper arm and clench at his bicep.] Ngh-! ... Better. [shove it in good and hard. the impact to his hips slaps against his skin, jolting his body and making him tighten up around him, not at all bothered by the blunt nails digging into his hips. stuck on the bed, hot beneath him as the kid figures out the best way to rut and push his cock further inside. as soon as he's all the way in, bottomed out and balls deep, dabi deliberately flexes, abs hardening under his skin and muscles clamping down in his ass all over itadori's prick. his eyes crack open halfway again, nigh glowing in the shadow of his bags as he drinks in the sight above him.] Ya look like ya in heaven... Beats jerkin off, huh.
[his words barely get out before a mouth descends on him again and he ends up "wrestling" a little with itadori's head as the guy drags sloppy kisses all over his face. trying to find his mouth and dabi's being a shit by not letting him. makes him chase it around for a bit before finally pulling him in for another heated make out. this time, he shoves his tongue right into his mouth, pours it down his throat if he fucking can. (okay, it's not that long, but sure feels like he's trying.)]
Ain't gonna.
[the next time he thrusts in, he lets the motion knock his leg from his side and quickly wraps both of them around itadori's hips, ankles knotting over the diamond of his back and the curve of his ass. letting go's the furthest thing from his mind right now. already his thrusts are clumsy and without rhythm, too focused on the pleasure of slamming it in than finding some proper pace. but that's it's own positive,; there's no way to predict what he's going to do next. shove it in, hang back and shiver, shallow and fast, dabi's left staring up at him from the bed, the faintest of hot flushes peeking out from under the bag-like scars beneath his eyes. he's not even bothering to shut his mouth, panting and grunting whenever itadori makes breathing kind of difficult.
shit, kid's gonna come early, isn't he? what'd he expect? a stamina match first time? dabi breaks into a lazy grin when he feels him floundering his hand around between their bodies and lifts his hip to try and "help" him find and get a grip on his cock. few tries, but--] There ya go. [he runs his hand down itadori's arm, then drags back up so he can catch him on the shoulder and hold on, massaging the muscle beneath his warm skin. he doesn't bother coaching him, instead growling or groaning little words of encouragement or approval.
it's harder and harder to talk as itadori begins to find his pace. he can literally feel him going from inexperienced fucking to someone who recognizes what a rhythm is and how to jerk him off and fuck him in tandem. dabi's head falls back again, eyes closing as a look of pleasure washes over his face. dark browns furrow, his teeth bare as he grits them, moth opens again, tongue panting against his lower lip. kind of lost that composed, stoic expression itadori's used to seeing after two hours. a sharp curse fills the room when the kid slams in hard enough to jerk his hips clean off the bed, and dabi's scarred legs strangle around his waist and flanks, toes curling in the air and ankle digging into the top of his ass. ah fucking break the bed; he doesn't give a shit if itadori plows him through the mattress onto the floor. that's the best part about sex; you stop caring about anything but sex.
a forehead drops against his own and dabi's eyes fall shut whether he wants them too or not. he lets go of his hair, his shoulder and instead wraps both arms around the kid's neck. holding onto him with all of his limbs and as much of his body as he can so he can drag him close. soaking in the heat and strength pounding into him and rocking him on the sheets. it's lust, yeah. it's using their bodies to give and get pleasure so nothing else matters. he'll consume it as much as fire consumes kindling. itadori's voice fills his ears, his gasps and moans and the occasional word. hard to think that excited kid in the park would be sounding like this a couple hours later. as far as dabi's caring to think, this is simply slotting itadori in as another useful contact. not in the manipulating way, as he knows by now he can't use him for his ambitions. but he'll use him in this way that itadori wants. sex. food. company. both of them can make of it what they want. doesn't have to go any deeper than that.
his eyes slit open again as the pace evens out, giving him a few seconds to simply pant against the other young man's mouth. black bangs mingling with the pink. it's a hard and heavy fuck. but somewhere in dabi's mind, that core of self-preservation lingers among the carnal bliss. he notices a darker color on the kid's face. on his forehead. across the bridge of his nose. on his cheeks. markings... something about an ability that's dangerous enough he didn't want to have sex, right?
he keeps his arms and legs around him, forehead to his, and leans in, biting itadori's lower lip enough to spark some pain on him even as he tightens his legs enough to squeeze the stronger youth firmly against his ass, deliberately stunting his thrusts. just gonna slow this down for a second and see if that cools him off a little.
[ it definitely beats jerking off. whatever the fuck he was doing before is not even worth the analogy; this is beyond what he ever expected. it's so easy to get lost in it, dim everything in the background, and get drifted into a zone where nothing exists but him and dabi. which is the core of all his worries earlier. it brings a halt to a beautiful dream, dragging them into a standoff. how will each person react?
dabi had a fair warning, watched as the teen faltered between going through with it or keep it safe. far too honest to allow the villain to be caught off guard, and his awareness served them well. dabi is smart enough to stay vigilant, to keep an attentive outlook while the sorcerer didn't. in a way, it showed who really is in control, and it isn't itadori.
the harsh bite triggered a small grunt, forcing his heavy lids to open— just enough to peek through dabi's eyes; his own is still a bright shade of amber; the extra pair on each cheekbone isn't. instead, shimmering in red. a bit dumbfounded with the way dabi's legs clasped into him, hindering his movement, urging itadori to slow down until it was too much of a hassle to keep going; stopping altogether. there's a moment of silence, the air between them is heavy— there is no attempt of protests from his side, nor did he ask 'why'. he just ... froze.
dabi's words linger in the back of his mind, slowly shifting his gaze lower, taking note of the man's body language. he's not ... pushing him away, is he? a total switch from how dabi was a while ago; on edge, guard up, and wary of every little step. even when he's given an opportunity to end it all, shove itadori away and call it quits— he didn't do any of that.
his hard, sharp expression slipped a little on the edges. he pressed his lips together- ]
So good ... maybe too good.
[ yes, he's not oblivious of what's going on. it's an odd change in his dynamic with sukuna; a simple explanation would lead to the jarring reminder of this body is no longer his own. it's disheartening in a sense that— something so special to him is being shared. this night with dabi. what that man has given him, all that submission and willingness to allow the sorcerer to take the lead, give in to his desires, all of this ... might be nothing more than a sweet illusion all along. he can subdue the curse back to its domain, it might take him a minute or so, but he's not so far behind to lose full restrain. it was a slip; a mistake in the heat of the moment, but this little stunt left its mark where it hurts.
when this night ends, and he's alone with his thoughts, he'll understand what it truly means— not to have the independence to call something 'mine' anymore. ]
I'll stop ... if you want me to.
[ he bends forward, touched their foreheads together again. lifted a hand, one calloused thumb brushing very lightly over the swell of dabi's lower lip; his own is bruised from the small bite earlier. his toes curl, fighting the burning need to move his hips again, trying not to think about how fucking insane it is to be inside dabi, in the peak of all those raging hormones, yet find himself obliged ( for a good reason) to censor all the natural intuitions and hold still. how the hell is he supposed to calm down like this?
which might explain why it's— taking a bit longer than usual. with a subtle 'ah', itadori realized he should relief the other from his strong hold, letting go of dabi's now blemished hips, only to press his hands against the mattress, on either side of the other man's head— fingers gripping on the bedsheets instead. that's when it hit him- ]
I think ... you'll need to let go.
[ it's not happening. with dabi laying under him, fully naked, squeezing on his arousal as they speak, looking at him the way he did— and he expect itadori to, somehow, not be overwhelmed by it? oh god, this is too much. in a desperate attempt for a distraction from that view, itadori lifts his head up, staring idly at the shabby wall behind them; while the other pair's stare is centered on the villain, unflinching. ]
[best part of it, isn't it. dabi's able to see that change as well, washing over itadori's face. it's in the sound of his voice and breath, from curses to gasps. it's in the motions of his body, from the faltering explorative pace and touching to the assured rhythm when nothing else matters but that pleasure. yeah, it's why he indulges in this. not sure what he's just wreaked on itadori's once-innocent frame, but hell if dabi's regretting it. the kid looks good like this, sex-flushed and aroused. even when it all comes grinding to an uncomfortable half, stabilized in that molten pleasure.
yeah, unfortunately at this point, with that earlier warning, dabi's managed to keep that one non-itadori-fucking-him thought afloat. because he's simply too selfish to die before endeavor. couldn't say he'd have been able to care about anything if he'd reached his orgasm, but that's something they can contend with later. mildly irritated it has to happen like this, but those marks on itadori's face say something's happening, and the only "what" is that warning.
it's the second set of eyes, however, that actually snap him from his sex-addled haze, turquoise gaze locking on the slitted crimson staring up at him from the corner of itadori's eyelids. no wonder why those little tattoos felt so strange under his fingers. eyeballs. gross. but he's seen far worse than a few extra body parts on people, so he's not at all turned off by the addition. it's more the feeling those eyes aren't itadori's that somewhat unnerves him. like there's another person looking out of those ruby slivers. he's had interruptions during sex before, someone barging in to panic over something or someone knocking on the door to ask a question. fucking annoying... but never really got interrupted by the same person having sex with him. so that's a new one.
no, he's not pushing itadori away. matter of fact, he's holding him tight and keeping him close. it's selfish. he's got his dick in his ass and knows there's a whole orgasm building up between both of them that wants out. for all his dickish behavior, dabi's not fond of blue balling. easy as it'd be to push apart and finish by hand, literally, he'd rather not. seems itadori knows what's going on too, what with the way his gaze drops and how he's not exactly fighting the forced slowdown.]
Nah. This never gets "too good", idiot. It's why we do it.
[perhaps not in the same vein, but dabi understands what it means to have "mine" stripped from him. he was never given the chance to develop his own dreams as a child. endeavor poured his ambitions into him with his fists and his fire, stamped down on anything touya might have come up with on his own. he everything for his father, sacrificed things he never even knew he could one day call his own. never had his own dreams or wants; they were always tainted by endeavor's. his quirk was endeavor's. his body. his future. his path. and back then, he wanted it so badly because that's what he believed was important. it was why he'd been created. until that was ripped out of him thanks to his failure. a quirk too strong and a body too weak. abandoned by his father without ever being taught how to be his own, without ever learning how to turn his fire down or control it asides from heating up. even now, his insides are full of endeavor. fish and rice, can't eat because of him. his dreams and thoughts revolve around him. even though he's physically out from under his father's thumb, his life burns because of him. yeah, he knows what it's like to share "himself" with another person. the invasion, the disconnection, the poisoning spoilage.
his experience with itadori's been good. even managed to get him to loosen up and lower some of his guards. while there's a proud part of him that's irked the kid has to share this with whatever's behind those eyes, at the same time, dabi's callous enough to not give a shit either. whoever's along for the ride still isn't the car. and he doubts they're driving it. the night's still yuuji itadori's experience. dabi's still itadori's partner and his first. no one else gets to claim that. it's between them alone.]
Dontcha fuckin dare.
[dabi gives one hard yank with his legs, forcing the young sorcerer's hips firmly against his own in a heady rut. shoves his dick flush inside him again and he catches the back of the kid's head in his hand, fingers curling in his pink hair. scarred limbs ease up, releasing itadori a little to give him permission, even encouragement, to move. he lets him touch his lip once or twice before leaning in and catching his thumb between his teeth, biting it semi-roughly. dabi's given a middle finger to the world before. why the hell should this be any different? he wants itadori to think about that. think about them, about his dick being inside him, about the villain's cock being rocked between their abs. about how good this feels. he doesn't have to calm down.
hands pin down on the bed on either side of his head, crushing the sheets, and dabi's eyes linger on itadori's head as he pulls upward to stare somewhere else. dick. his hips burn a bit from the hard grip now released, but it's paltry pain compared to what he's usually dealing with. those stupid words, letting go and reaching their limits, earn a scoff from the villain below and he only "lets go" enough to skim one leg down and deliberately clench and pull, dragging itadori's pants off his hips and ass an slumped along his thighs. he'd strip him further if he could, get him completely naked, but leaves that to the kid as he hooks his leg back around his waist and squeezes him again.]
Look at me.
[he pulls itadori's head down via the grip in his hair, turquoise eyes burning into the amber ones above him. just the amber ones. his free hand falls to the bed beside itadori's own, fingers curled and palm up. the same palm which begins to glow blue, hot enough to instantly cause their air around it to waver. something to remind the guy dabi's not some weak thing that can easily be made some kind of prey. it's a veiled threat and promise. the heat dies down and the blue glow subsides into normal flesh.]
I ain't lettin go. Neither are you. Go all the way.
[he drags him down, lips finding itdadori's in a firm, lazy, but heated kiss. dabi holds him there, enough to stoke those fires all over again before he breaks it in a messy pant, saliva stretching between their mouths with a strand or two until the distance beads and breaks them.]
[ dabi is insane for allowing this, but he— in a fucked up way, knew how to read itadori. there was an unknown enticement that made him gravitate toward the villain from the second they started speaking, despite his past and future ambitions, regardless of all the obvious signs that begged him to turn away and never look back; itadori still persuaded him, unsure why but dabi had an influence over him. its starting to make sense now. dabi encouraged him to make a choice, to lead, taught him it's okay to be selfish, and we should have the freedom to do whatever we want. of course he wouldn't take it to a risky extreme, in the manner dabi navigated his life, but between itadori's reserve and dabi's defiance — there is a middle ground here, one where they can both drop their guard and fucking breathe.
it could be as simple as sharing a homemade meal, or as intimate as having sex. this is their safe space. no judgments, no forced opinions, no pity; a place where they are treated like ... well, humans. ]
Dabi ...
[ it didn't mean any of this is right, especially when dabi retaliated by tugging down on his pants, felt like the biggest 'fuck you' he'd ever seen. before any other word could drop out of his mouth, itadori was caught off guard by the abrupt jerk by the hair, tilting his head into it, while subconsciously pushing himself deeper against the other man. when he realized it was deliberate, and it wasn't a clumsy slip from his side, itadori's cheeks never lost their warmth, but they're certainly a shade darker. he's still— awfully rigid. not really rejecting dabi's advances, not returning them either.
stubborn, he withheld from acknowledging that command. his expression twists into one of discomfort, muscles strained for all the wrong reasons, shoulders quivering from the burden of it all. and then— there's pain? his eyes, all four, watch as his own hand gets consumed by a blue glimmer, searing hot, piercing through the thin layer of skin on the palm of his hand. the voice of reason advised him to yank his hand away, but itadori didn't, even when it hurts like hell. he is oddly pacified by it; all the scattered thoughts fell into a dead hush, and when dabi broke him out of the state of trance he was in— he's finally listening. he's paying attention.
again, itadori found himself being tamed by the other, with only a few words. he was then encouraged to lean closer— lashes hanging low over each eye, sedated by the tone of that man's voice. his fingers, despite the ache, curl against dabi's in a gentle squeeze. finally relaxing, pressing their bodies together, moaning into dabi's mouth as he dared to shift his hips forward; his free hand reached to grasp into the other man's hair. he barely allowed dabi to finish his remarks before he caught his lips again in a sloppy, hungry mess. it didn't linger, and itadori broke it off abruptly, shaking his head. ]
Okay, wait ...
[ for what? god, he's so out of it. half scowling, itadori reckoned if he rushed into it, he will only fuck it up again. sukuna's prints are still all over him, so he had to be careful not to give the curse the edge he's seeking. nice and easy. calm the fuck down, yuji. it was painful to watch the sorcerer go through this, specifically with the way he was watching the man under him; starving. another deep sigh, itadori chose to press his face against the curve of dabi's neck, somewhat embracing him. that's when he started— rocking his hips, hissing under his breath at how torturing it was to hit it slow, but it was also ... so fucking good. damn. even after everything he put him through, dabi is still so tight! every time he thrusts inside of him, he moaned, full-throated, lip-parted, eyes-closed, and almost lost the rhythm of their fucking. it started slow, but who is itadori kidding? it won't last for long, and he's already picking up the pace.
more forceful, harder, deeper—
he saw himself beginning to come apart, licked his lips before he dared to moan the other's name, abdomen clenched tightly as he decided to relief dabi's hair from all that abuse, instead blindly seeking his neglected cock between their bodies. ]
yeah so the notif for this never came through. sorry for the delay!
[think they've already established dabi is insane. insane enough to burn the world down if it means tormenting and ultimately murdering his own father. insane enough to continued fucking when there's a second set of eyes belonging to something/one else staring at him from his partner's cheekbones. thing is, he doesn't give a shit about those eyes. right now, he's focused on itadori and what itadori wants. despite the small time they've spent together, all of one text session and now, there's a curiosity about the guy that dabi leans into, finding his innocence and determination a strange mixture. he's never actually been this close to someone like that. to say nothing of interacting with them in this way. itadori's come after him regardless of the numerous warnings he's given the kid. and he finds that kind of stubbornness and "hell with it" attitude intriguing. the two of them may be akin to a moth and a flame together, but they have the freedom to make that choice, don't they. it's nice to be so free.
in the depths of those two moments, the flavors of a homemade meal just for him and the heat of itadori's body pressing against and into him, dabi could lose himself and forget everything else in this shit world except for the pleasure. and the guy beside him. it's a fucking relief to let everything else drop away.
his name ghosts above him and dabi exhales in response, hot breath wavering from his lips. it sounds good, his name on itadori's tongue. he wouldn't argue any of this being "right" save for the kid not completely fucking up the "how to" of sex for a first timer. could've spent a minute missing with his dick. there's no hiding the satisfaction on dabi's face when itadori gets the notion behind that sudden yank of his pants. it's very much a "fuck you" to everything else going on.
that fades as he drags him into the kiss, taking control for a moment despite his promise to let itadori run everything. the guy could use some firmer distraction to prove to him that dabi isn't going anywhere. tilting to deepen it, heated tongue sweeping out to run against itadori's lips and swipe across his teeth. a hard grunt puffs out of his throat as the kid drives himself deeper inside him and his legs tighten up on his hips to keep him right there. of course it was deliberate. he's making a point here.
he'd never once promised itadori he wouldn't burn him. the man is fire and though the show of that azure glow was more to remind the younger man dabi was no one to be worried over from a threatened standpoint, if the slight singeing was enough to abate his internal warring and worry (or shut up the whoever was looking out as well), then so be it. pretty sure itadori had ways of patching up a small burn later on.
as the heat leaves his hand and replaces by fingers and a warm palm sliding between his own and settling against his respectively, dabi's eyes linger on itadori's face, half noting his expression and half simply watching him come closer. taking in the details from his eyebrows to his lashes to the heat in his amber eyes. before finally shutting them, head dropping back as itadori settles against his body again. better. the kiss holds firm and he cards his fingers through the guy's hair, skimming pink spikes beneath his palm with a tickling rush. hips roll forward, a moan spills into his mouth, and fingers burrow into his hair as that heated, messy kiss shuts him up. just a moment before the touch breaks.]
Not goin anywhere.
[waiting is kind of out of his hands, pinned as he is and half-wrapped around itadori's body. he rests his head on the sheets again, dealing with some impatience on his own part. painful? not so much. irritable? more likely. he'd been close to the edge when all this started, the stop is aggravating. he tilts his head to the side as itadori presses his face against it and exhales in a mixture of satisfaction and pleasure as the kid finally starts to move again. they're going to have to talk about this is they want to do it again. abs tighten, his legs tighten, and dabi clenches up around him, letting itadori control the pace and movement as he rocks with him on the bed. could stay slow, but the lazy increase in speed is telling enough. his breathing picks up, heavier sounds that start to match itadori's rhythm. it feels good, really good once more. for all that interruption, the kid hasn't gone soft at all. fucking staying power.
harder thrusts, deeper penetration, rolling into his hips and pressing flush to him as he digs his fingers into the back of itadori's hand and curls his other into his hair. his name comes out again in a moan and dabi turns his head just slightly enough to see the kid's ear and back of his head from the corner of his gaze. he's heard his name a lot during sex, but... this one's gonna be one that sticks afterwards. as he fumbles his way from his hair down to his hips, dabi sucks in his breath, flat stomach sinking inward to give itadori access into the slick mess of his dick and hips. immediately regretting it because as soon as he gets his hand around his cock, dabi's breath shoves out in a curse. the combination of all of that swiftly starts coiling all of that pleasure and backed up sensation inside.
one thing left to do. turn his head more to get his mouth right next to itadori's ear and give him a final permission. before he wastes time asking the question.]
[ somehow, this felt like the last time they could ever be this close, and that thought alone made itadori want to hold on to it a little longer. it was a heavy burden on someone with no stamina and far too eager to begin with. in one point the strain was harsh enough that itadori let out a gruff sound, akin to a growl; shoulders tensed. he never had any complaints about dabi's warmth, understanding it's a reflex to his quirk, but it was inching into the uncomfortable level against his skin now. or, was it his own body? fuck, he didn't even know.
and then dabi had to consume what little trace of stamina he had left, by a few words heavily whispered behind a husky tone; that alone could've made him lose it. every time he thought it couldn't get any better than this, itadori is humbled by another sting, prodding to restructure what he deemed as a pleasuring excitement in his mind, introducing his senses into a whole other epiphany. slick pre-cum leaking from the head of dabi's prick as his hand matched the speed of his thrusts, another throaty growl escaped his lips as he gripped harder into their handhold, unaware of his fucking claws gouging between the other's knuckles; coating them in red.
— and fuck if that forcefulness didn't make itadori weak-kneed, didn't make him stretch up just to catch dabi's mouth in a hot kiss, feeding on it like an animal in heat. he tried to urge the other man's tongue into his mouth, to meet each nip with a few of his own, while he suckled dabi's lower lip before angling his chin up for more wet kisses. he finally released dabi's hand from the gory clasp, only for it to slither between the other man's back and around his waist, gripping their bodies close while he continued to fuck him with brutally hard strokes, withdrawing almost wholly, only the crown of his prick still gripped in dabi's heat, before shoving in to the hilt; as deep as their bodies would permit. the pace was savage, but it was clear he wouldn't last long like this. and yet, itadori plans to take advantage of that man to the last second.
yeah, he reached his limit. all the intensity melted away into pure bliss, his eyes flutter, rolling into the back of his skull as his vision blurred a little between the intense hotness spreading throughout him all. he made a soft, strangled sound while he came, and worked through it in a few, far slower, waning thrusts— spreading his mess inside of dabi and all over the bedsheets.
he might apologize later for it. maybe.
for a moment, he was so blinded by the raw ecstasy; a drunk-like smile paints his feverish face. he muttered something disordered, but it's evident itadori is in some kind of high, head above the clouds with how amazing everything felt.
the marks begin to wither away, those pair of eyes return to their slumber as the sorcerer eased into it. despite it all, he never once neglected dabi. if anything, with a clear mind, appreciating the view hits different now. he knew he's fucked the minute his eyes caught the others; aware that this image will be stuck in his head for a long, long time. ]
[it's not surprising that feeling pervades the younger man's sensations. dabi had already made it clear from the start this was a bad idea, even if it came more as a mocking suggestion than a truly declining damnation. and yet, here they were, not only with a text and phone call between them, but a meal homemade and consumed between them and an intimate action about to be consummated here together. dabi's no one to speak when it comes to stamina, his body received his mother's weak genes, unlike his two brothers. but the fire inside was strong. heating up as he was from itadori's actions and voice, he's unapologetic towards the other man sinking into the inferno that he embodies. nor is he at all inattentive to the heat radiating off his younger partner as well; the kid has a heat to him all that's his own... it's alluring.
as close as he is to finishing, he doesn't dare give itadori the chance to stagger and halt them both again with a doubt towards preference. straight up tells it to him, breathing the words into his ear as he drinks in the kid's panting breaths and whimpers of newborn pleasure. the bliss of having sex for the first time is that it eternally builds on itself, one better after another to that peak. his own body's already rushing for the same, stomach clenching inwards as the glassy emission spurts across his abs and decorates itadori's hand with sticky syrup. schlicking noises meld with the increased rhythm of their hips coming together with each thrust and dabi's somewhat impressed the other guy's got the brain power left to jerk him off and fuck him in tandem with each other. must be a natural...
pain--!! the sudden bite of stinging burn splits open the back of his hand; he's no stranger to getting scratched during sex. but there's a difference between nails and claws. part of itadori's "other" leaking out of him like those marks? ah but it's all right. unconscious trade paid back for burning the kid's hand with his flames. he bleeds red around his fingers and drips onto the sheets, but it's hardly a pain he'd flinch from. itadori's motions, the slide of his dick inside him, his lips on his mouth, they easily swallow up any discomfort into that coating of indulgent pleasure.
another kiss claims his mouth and dabi curls his fingers harshly into his hair, tugging at the roots as he all but strangles the teenager's hips with his legs. swears he's sucking out his breath with that kiss and there's a sultry eagerness in which the scarred villain accepts the encouragement to pour his tongue into the boy's mouth. not caring how wet it gets or how deep his tongue's able to go inside. tasting the faint flavor of their meal within his mouth along with the uniqueness of his own. teeth, tongue, gums, roof, and back out again to curl into his own mouth for a swallow. there won't be any bruising left on his burned flesh, but he still feels the pressure of nipping and sucking, and it's welcome.
nails slip from his flesh, his skin burns in relief, and dabi arches his hips up from the hand cupping beneath the diamond of his back. it presses his hand-enwrapped prick firmly into itadori's stomach and he deftly hikes a leg to drag a heel up to the small of his partner's spine. pressing down only enough to give him some pressure as his hips draw back and each inch slides out of him one after the other until the soft flare of his head nudges to the back of his rim. out? in? shove! fuck! it's almost bestial, slamming into him hard enough to make the bed rock and open his mouth with heated curses and grunts against itadori's lips. enough he can't even tell where he ends and itadori begins. any rhythm is gone as he feels the other man's pace climb towards the finish.
tension winds him tight like a charred bowstring, muscles seizing up as a vice around the sorcerer's prick. from that sudden rock-like hardening to the way he flares for a second as his heartbeat pounds in his veins. and everything bursts out. dabi's eyes fall shut, teeth baring between his lips as a seething hiss of ecstasy shoves his head back into the bed beneath him. heat pours inside as itadori comes and dabi's right there with him, abdominals crushing each other with every intense contraction sucking hard around the kid's dick and spurting lines of white across dabi's scorched flesh. making a mess inside and out, coating itadori's hand with the dwindling spurts of cream-hued dregs.
the villain's orgasmic shout dies to a louder gasp to a low groan and finally tapers off into a lust-drunk exhale. that's what he wanted. needed. the escape. nothing existed except for himself and itadori. blinded, deafened, struck numb, separated from everything save for the kid between his legs, in his arms, against his lips. a blissful escape. the kind of high that only the strongest of drugs can even hope to merely simulate.
slowly that seeps down from high to afterglow and dabi relaxes his death grip on itadori's body. drifting down with his partner into a sloggen mess on the bed. head dropped partially to the side, eyes closed and face flips, lips parted just enough to show some white and pink as that expression of pleasure washes over his face, what parts of his cheek remain still able to show the ruddy flush of arousal. only after a few more seconds of rest does he slit one eye open, gazing up at the younger man above him. he knows he'll be burning his visage into his mind's eye for life, but it's a small price to pay.]
[ it was not his intention to stare, but he couldn't be bothered to conceal it as well, lashes low, blinking slowly as one corner of his mouth hooked up into a slow smile. fucking hell, yuuji. at least try not to look like a lovestruck fool. he exhaled a puff of breath, his features slack, exhausted. his hair sweat-damp and clinging to his yet feverish skin. he didn't move to pull out; just let his prick go soft inside the other man— still enchanted by dabi's vulnerability. with a soft sigh, he tilts his head to the side as he raised his other hand, mindful not to use the one covered in cum, reaching up to touch dabi's cheek- ]
You're ... [ fingers cradle into the curve of his flesh, using his thumb to lightly brush over dabi's lower lip. and at that moment, the wheels in itadori's foggy mind started spinning, and he grasped that he's ... smearing blood all over the villain's face? fumbling on his words at the horror of it. ] ... uhh?
[ what.
dumbfounded, he spends a second flexing his tainted fingers for a better view, baffled on what the fuck happened? where did all this blood come from? a blink, then his gaze shifts to where dabi's hand rests on the bed, finally noticing those small, open wounds. it's coming to him now, and he groaned soon after. ]
Sorry. My bad.
[ while he does feel guilty, itadori is not dwelling on it either. dabi isn't someone who needed coddling. this type of trauma isn't something that would startle him, even when the sorcerer isn't so keen to pull this shit again. it earns him an apology, a sincere one, in spite of itadori doing it while smirking; the expression vaguely, helplessly fond. with one hand covered in cum, the other in blood— he had to admit that he fucked up in some areas, but it was still the best night of his chaotic life. that says a lot. finally, he pulls away, giving in to exhaustion as he collapsed on the other side of the bed, next to dabi, resting on his back.
he turns his head to face the villain. while the idea of dabi walking out of the door without saying another word is a huge likelihood, it didn't mean itadori is discouraged. if anything, there is no sense of urgency from his end, more content in sharing space and being next to him a bit longer. he will not force the other into anything, that's for sure, but what's the harm in reaching out? itadori persuaded him before, and he will do it again. ]
Dabi.
[ he'd wait for his attention, to meet those eyes again, and when he gets it. ]
[he's felt more eyes on him than he cares to count. more stares gawking at him than he wants to know. most of them in horror or shock, some in pity and disgust, a few in curiosity or interest. itadori's eye are one of the rare ones where he can actually feel... more than that. dabi's not sure he likes it. probably because he does like it. his single gaze isn't exactly dragging itself away from the kid's face either, noting the hang of his lashes and the red over his cheeks as an invisible breath puffs hot between glistening lips. looks... fucked. in the good way. exhausted and satiated, hair sticking to his forehead, spiked like dabi's but shorter with more spines.
uhn... that's a weird feeling. most partners don't let themselves go soft inside. but it kind of fits for itadori's first time. the heat in his body seems to wane a bit, going from a fireplace burn to a candle-soft warm. probably due to the afterglow seeping through him. obviously has nothing at all to do with that hand gently brushing his cheek and reminding him what he feels like to have someone treat him as a human instead of a monster or a thing.]
Yeah...? [leading off with that and trailing instead of finishing prompts a similar response as thumb paints a wet line across the charred purple of his lower lip. wet... oh yeah, the taste of copper makes it way into his mouth even as the realization dawns in itadori's eyes. really? he's looking horrified at a bit of blood when he's seen what he's seen and dabi's lying under him with more than half his flesh scorched to irreparable? psh... what a kid.
he doesn't even bother moving his hand to show him, letting the guy find the crimson stain radiating from the back of his hand on the sheets. there's a slight pain, more a sting from the piercing, but it's not bad. he's obviously endured far worse.]
Forget it. Shit happens plenty during sex.
[bruises, scrapes, bites, sometimes even serious injuries like a broken something or other. thankfully the kid doesn't linger on the issue and start getting teary eyed or offering apologies. the lack of coddling earns a small bump in acceptance. dabi's more noticing the expression on itadori's face, that doofy smirk of his that's too admiring and affectionate a look to be aimed at him. it'd been a good experience for him. the fumbling and mistakes made it memorable, something he wouldn't be able to wash out of his mind with other partners. itadori likely felt far better about it since it was a first.
and then the pull out. dabi grunts softly as itadori tugs free and collapses beside him while the villain works on rescuing his leg from being flopped on and trapped under the kid's hips. gives him some time to stretch his legs out from being hiked and wrapped around the young man's hips for so long. normally he would take a rest, then get up, dressed, and leave, but there've been other times where he adopted other habits. washing off, taking a nap, torching his partner, getting a drink, having a smoke. whatever. depended on the person and the location.
his name's not a surprise and dabi tilts his head enough to slide his eye to the corner of his lids. there's no rush on itadori's face or embarrassment/regret over what he just did. the next part, however, it somewhat surprising. not the first time he's been asked that, or the first time he's accepted. still not something he normally does on a "first time" meeting.]
[ no, it wasn't a sassy comeback; it was itadori's genuine answer. he would like to believe dabi is the type who wouldn't tolerate someone who's tiptoeing around his words and dragging it, coming off as dishonest and fickle. it's the first thought that came across his mind, and it is his first confession without any filter. regardless, the flow of his speech, and the easy smile on his lips promised dabi no obligation. not that the villain would break under peer pressure, far too strong-hearted to be easily influenced by a few sweet words, but he still didn't want to sound so — forceful. even when he is. itadori won't deny it, unbothered if it's not the perception of a hero-wannabe, to be so selfish by making this relationship one-sided. to keep asking more from dabi; more time, more attention, more favors.
'because I want to' — while it's candid, subtle, it's also very covetous. a fine thin line between two extremes.
itadori flexed his arms up, still lightheaded in the bliss of their afterglow. he then shrugged his shoulders, both hands resting on his abdomen; unmindful of their mess. ]
I always ... wanted to know what's it like to share a bed with someone. It might sound silly, but it means a lot to me.
[ another confession. there was also a nagging sense of uncertainty prickling at the back of his head, a reminder not to get too comfortable. itadori didn't have the freedom to wander on his own, seek refuge outside the walls of his school. he shouldn't be here, let alone risk getting caught breaking the rules. that's one, and the other reason, which is more obvious— dabi isn't harmless. to assume he earned his unwavering trust would be foolish. even for itadori.
and yet, he's still ... going to persuade him. as always. ]
[itadori's right in his belief. ironically, it's the kind of comeback dabi can respect. not having some sappy reasoning or excuse that might make for an emotional scene. just a selfish blunt "cause me" and that's it. selfishness isn't bad. someone being willing to be honest like that without hiding or couching their thoughts behind false glossing is more preferable to the bleeding heart. saying something about "needing a friend" or "being lonely" or another variable that suggests pity or aid would've gotten him out of bed and on his way to being out the door. instead, itadori goes the one path that gets the villain to scoff slightly in amusement before he stretches out on the bed, content to stay. those words might've come from a kind smile and the easy sway of the kid's good attitude, but their resolve is fair. itadori "gets" dabi enough. it's surprising and strange, but ultimately not something he finds himself regretting.
after all, isn't that what the villains have often said is one of the main problems? no one bothers to try and understand them. no one wants to spend the time to "get" them, as a person or to their motives. even if the person who's reaching out to him is a kind-hearted idiot who balances the line between selfish and selfless probably without even knowing he's doing it.
dabi's not quite sure how he feels about the proceedings. it's only been a conversation and a few hours. it's definitely not the first time he's slept with someone in their bed. stranger even. but it would be the first time he's slept beside someone who so desperately wants to care about him.]
Yeah.
[there's only the calm agreement rather than a curt dismissal of "do what you want" that would've separated them even in the bed. instead of making it seem like itadori's imposing on him and forcing it, the villain's offering his own acceptance. even admitting a silent want for the same. of course it's a warning to not get comfortable. there's just as much a chance as itadori stabbing him in the night with whatever's behind those claws as there is dabi cremating them both to ash right here on the bed. his flames are so hot, it would only take a second or two. but whether he's doing this because it means a lot to itadori or for some other reason... dabi's trying not to think about that.
[ itadori's breath felt stuck in his throat, too shallow. there's something about that question that caught him off guard, even when it was a typical conversation to get into after what they've done. he turns his head, staring up at the ceiling as he reflects on their first experience together; every second of it. a casual 'felt great!' is an insult— it was so much more. he just needs to find the right words.
he then shifts slowly, moving to sit up on where he's settled. by now all the warmth in his body is subdued, no longer flustered. itadori is sober enough to assure his words are honest, and not speaking out of emotions. ]
For a moment, I wanted to stop ... because it didn't feel like it was my own experience anymore. I thought I had no right to call it 'mine'. So ... I can't express how much I appreciate it when you reassured me that I'm all you see. It's still just you and me.
[ if the events unfolded differently, they wouldn't be sharing a space right now. it might be a simple reason to trigger such a reaction, but how could he not be heartsick after it? the prospect to be intimate with that man was unplanned for, to be able to take the lead, be in control and hold onto it as his own. something that belonged to him— and for it to be taken away would've been so painful after getting a taste of rare independence. itadori couldn't remember the last time he had a voice, or wasn't told what to do and where to go. while he never complained, nor did he find any wrong in the process— it still had an influence on him. a heavy burden on his shoulders; paralyzing.
dabi gave him everything he subtly craved for. reassurance, a warm body, pleasure, safety— acceptance.
he smiled, leaning forward just a little, and let one hand between them glide down, fingertips brushing dabi's hair away from his forehead. he'll apologize for smudging it in blood later. ]
It was special to me. You made it special to me, and it felt ... amazing.
[ he huffed a chuckle. what? he's allowed to share that side of their time together as well. the emotional aspect is covered, and now he will move on to the physical. which itadori felt more at ease covering this side of his answer. ]
You know, I never thought it could get that good? It was insane! Ah, I wish I had more stamina since I wanted to last longer. But it was impossible! You felt too good! And oh, I might have a thing with using my mouth ... I really enjoyed that part ...
[ a pause- ]
Maybe it wasn't the best for you, since you had your share of different partners. So, I'll help you clean up and attend to your wounds. You're still bleeding ...
[dabi's content to tuck his hand behind his head, not minding he's probably getting some mess up there. at least he has the presence of mind to not do that with his bleeding hand, content to leave that lying on the bed where it'd been since getting dropped there. the blood's already starting to clot on the holes and gum a little in the seam between the back of his hand and the sheets it's resting on. really, not the worst injury he's had by a long shot. considering that fucking old man almost broke his god damn neck with that kick...
he only moves his eyes to find itadori as he sits up on the bed, half wondering if he was going to leave or merely wanting to stretch. the afterglow's likely drifted into the comfortable state of feel-good-but-still-moveable. considering the lack of blazing heat on his face, seems the guy's more in control of his emotions now.
listening to the answer is surprising. mostly because of how much it sounds like it means to itadori. for something so simple to dabi as seeing just one person in front of him, it's probably not the same if you've got something or someone else inside. he wonders if it's like hawk's little black bird friend, with that shadowy creature inside him. always someone there... must be a real pain in the ass to never be alone even when you want to be. never knowing if you're the only one everyone else is seeing.
can't just be "you" anymore... not that dabi's ever had the chance to simply be "himself" since he was always forced to see himself the way endeavor wanted him to be. did he ever have his own "self" before? he can't be sure. or perhaps he doesn't want to answer that question now.]
Doesn't matter who tells ya what shit, you choose to be you. Makes every experiences your own.
[perhaps that's easier said than done for someone playing host, but that's what he's going to hold to. this is their conversation, their experience, their time. after all, itadori had warned him about some undefined danger and dabi can now make an educated guess as to what it is. but he's not walked out. because he frankly doesn't give a shit. he's met plenty of people who'd be terrifying in their own right and he's willing to murder them if push came to shove. he agreed to be with itadori despite that risk and doesn't have any reason to abandon that. of course, the guy didn't try to kill him...
but the experience remains itadori's. never once he dabi feel like someone else was in the room with them calling the shots. it was always the same kid, dealing with this new overwhelming pleasure and zoning right out from it. sex is never that beautiful, sensuous thing magazines and books try to display it as. it's hot, messy, intense, and frankly you might not even remember half of it. but their time together, itadori's first time, belonged to itadori. no one else was taking it from him.
but please keep all those really mushy thoughts inside. they'd make him feel really weird because when the fuck has he ever given anyone those kinds of feelings? a failure like him only brought disappointment, usefulness/uselessness, and anger. he didn't even get chummy with his allies in the league. well, maybe some of them he got on with better than others. but none of them would say he made them feel like itadori's silently saying dabi made him feel.
fingers brush at his hair and the villain keeps his partner in his gaze. special, huh. he turns his eyes away from itadori and gazes up at the ceiling.]
First time anyone's told me that.
[he never made his parents feel "special". only ambition, disappointment, pain, and annoyance. even his siblings couldn't understand him or ultimately grew tired of him. hell, the one barely even knew him. no one else in the league would say he made something 'special' by being there.]
It's pretty good. Sometimes can get even better. [the shift to the physical response is an easier topic to settle into. dabi chuffs in amusement.] Ya made it pretty long for someone who doesn't even jerk off. [kind of expected him to explode the second he stuck his prick in.] Ya mouth, huh. Sorry I ain't the kind ya can leave a buncha marks on.
[no hickeys for you, itadori. at least not on the neck and shoulders where most people would instinctively leave them. the little dip back into doubt earns a wry smirk and dabi runs his hand through his hair.]
Don't have best or worsts. But ya were definitely one I ain't forgettin. [which probably says a bit because dabi's the kind to forget a lot of things he has no use for remembering. but at the mention of his hand, he simply lifts his injured hand (breaking the clotting seal on the wound), and looks at it. normally he'd just torch his own hand and cauterize the wound shut to deal with later, but figures doing so would lead to itadori freaking the fuck out and still demanding he treat the injury.] Ain't got no medical kit in here, so unless ya gonna do it over the sink with water, I'm burnin it shut.
[ dabi deserves to hear it, not for the sake of stroking his ego, but more of itadori trying to create some balance in contrast to all the negativity that man heard throughout his entire life. true, dabi is no saint. he is worth condemning, hating, and being feared by society for his past actions. there are consequences for the choices he made, but how can we neglect the key question of 'what went wrong?'. the broadcast begged its viewers to ask this question, even when dabi's objective isn't to seek sympathy; it was more of crushing the trust on heroes. one might say he attained that goal, or maybe it was a miss. it didn't matter to itadori. in the end, he chose to use it as a foundation in understanding that man better.
he is not— malicious? when they coexist outside their ideology, dabi's ambitions and itadori's society, he gets to see someone else entirely. it's not an infamous villain and a murderer. it's just ... dabi. there is more to him than his troubled past and enmity towards heroes. why can't they separate the actions from the person? and with such a fond thought, his following words missed to match. ]
I used to jerk off. I have some experience, you know!
[ why did he even share that out loud? he squints at the other, lowkey blaming him for the slip because he can! his expression eased when dabi confessed that he wouldn't forget about their time together and— really, it's his fault if this kid grew attached to him. for someone who didn't know the art of being bashful and chill, itadori straightened his back with a smug grin on his face. ]
Not so bad for your first time, Itadori Yuji! Not so bad.
[ before dabi could take this moment from him, the sorcerer pushed his weight off the bed, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he flexed his sore muscles. he stretched his arms forward, held it for a second, before they drop dead to each side with a heavy sigh. if he had a choice, he'd rather curl up against dabi's warmth, nestle under the blanket and surrender to his exhaustion. that sounds so tempting. alas, being covered in dried sweat/blood/cum didn't fit that perfect image. it is fated to ruin the mood at some point.
so, he nods towards the bathroom's door- ] You're right about the medical kit, so let's just rinse out the blood and clean up at the same time.
[ after everything they've done, sharing a shower is pretty timid. ]
[oh he obtained that goal. but apparently endeavor wasn't down for the count. he didn't go fucking far enough. didn't hit him hard enough. that was all right though. the suffering the man's going through, the complete smear of his career is unrecoverable. shattered. some might say he killed endeavor that day. well if he killed endeavor, then so be it. now he'll go for enji todoroki himself. if his family's smart, they'll stay the fuck out of his way. except for shouto. dabi wouldn't mind murdering that perfect little puppet in front of his father's eyes. just to watch him see all his ambitions he poured into touya's replacement go up in flames he'll never be able to achieve. are you proud of me now, father? is this hot enough to make you fucking look at me now? look at me until your eyes boil out! and yet for all of that seething rage and hatred, despite knowing that much about him... itadori's chosen to stay.
stay and say those things about him. it's strange to even hear someone to voice them. that pure desire to know him more and understand, without letting him go diving into his fires to spew vile at him about his father. just some random mystery guy who thinks dabi's a pretty interesting person. not a villain or an insane shit or even an ugly charred monster. he treats him like a human being.
it's a rare experience.]
Wow. Ya so cool now, kid.
[far less mocking and more languid teasing. rubbed him wrong enough he felt the urge to blurt that out huh? amazing. dabi ignores the blaming squint and lifts a shoulder in a dismissive shrug. blame him all you want; you're the one that said it, itadori. the nonchalance, however, falters somewhat when the other guy sits up all straight and preening and... fucking congratulates himself out loud. first you get defensive about your jerking off experience, and now you're awarding yourself?]
I take it back. You're an idiot.
[which yuji has not only confessed to but accepted and carried on with his life. which carried him right off the bed as well. good thing he got those damn pants off him earlier or he probably would've tripped over them and fell. dabi rolls his head to the side, watching in mild interest as itadori stretches, eyes wandering over the built-yet-slender musculature flexing beneath his skin. the dried fluids on him didn't detract much from the sight. hmph... next time, dabi's fucking him into the bed. decided.]
How efficient. [heaving a sign, the villain slips out of bed and stretches his arm over his head, grabbing at his elbow to pull it. legs pull a bit, thanks to being wrapped around itadori's waist for half the fuck. but despite all his scars and staples, he doesn't seem at all bothered to walk the room naked. at first he'd been self-conscious about his scars, hiding away after stumbling off the mountain burning and cooking. but hiding them was impossible, so he left them open casually and wore what he wanted, soon getting used to the reactions they got from other people. worth it.]
Ya ever cleaned a wound before? [right, sharing a shower between them was mild compared to what they'd just done. then again, shower sharing is more intimate than a rough fuck, but whatever. he'll do it. just... might take a few minutes for the water to warm up since this is a dirt cheap motel. unless itadori wants to go for a bath. dabi'll scowl over being a water heater, but will begrudgingly acquiesce if it goes that route.]
[ it's his turn to give a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. itadori had accepted not being the smartest guy in the room, and would often express annoyance when his opponent aims for the head. as if he needed any further incitement to be dumber than he already is. well, at least he won't worry about dabi going for his head, assuming he's not fan of throwing fists to begin with. he'll just— focus on not getting burned alive. yes. ]
I have, but I'm not good at it.
[ at least he's honest?
itadori isn't the type to pay attention to details, and when it comes to treating his own injuries, he's pretty negligent of following the necessary, tedious steps. all that matters is that he stops the bleeding, gives his body no excuse to lose consciousness, and then moves on with his day. when it's the other way around, and he's treating others— it's a different story. ah, the hypocrisy. in dabi's case, the lack of proper tools made it hard to clean those open wounds, make sure they won't get infected before applying the bandages. they will have no choice but to rinse them under the shower, and then scorch them shut.
he watched as the other man switched on the shower; observed as the water came gushing out, the pressure is average, but it's surprisingly clear. itadori half-expected to deal with an odd color, mixed with dirt and gunk— considering the low budget of this motel. as they wait for it to warm up; a few lazy steps brought him closer, arms finding their way around dabi's waist from behind, bodies pressed against each other. itadori kept his gaze on the running water, resting his chin on the man's shoulder as he spoke. ]
... This place is falling apart.
[ not only they can see the old age of the building from the poor structure of the bathroom walls, but it's also evident they haven't cleaned it after the previous guests. then again, he won't bitch about it. if it's the only place dabi felt safe in, where no one would recognize him, it's good enough. he leans his head against dabi's as he held him, eyes closed. itadori didn't let him go, not until the steam started fogging the small space, and that's when he finally relaxed his arms; reaching out to adjust the temperature before he, carefully, stepped under the warm flow.
there is barely room for another person here, but— whatever. ]
I have a feeling we gonna' run out of hot water soon ...
[dabi has been a little surprised at itadori's lack of smarts and common sense? this guy, as far as he's managed to suss out from hints and shit, is doing something academically. but with his show of intellect, or somewhat lack thereof, it makes him wonder what kind of school. obviously one where itadori can excel even without being the smart kid in class. but he's right in dabi's preference for non-physical. he's pretty weak in his own opinion, thanks to inheriting his mother's pathetic genes. itadori could take him out in one hit if he got in close enough. probably wouldn't even have to get to half his strength.]
Don't worry about it.
[he can patch himself up without a problem. he's always taken care of himself after the mountain fire. treating his own burns, cleaning his own wounds, stapling his own flesh, occasionally burning himself on purpose if it was needed. not that he'll be showcasing any of that since there's no first aid kit to be had. at least they can wash off and he can cauterize it. (though he is mentally checking the rest of his body for any other cuts. there's gonna be bruises on his hips at least. itadori's got a singed hand.) sex without any kind of ache isn't common if you're just going to blow off steam. least the kid can go home with some mark of pride rather than feeling glum about only leaving the on dabi.
hmph... maybe he should bite him before he leaves.
the shower knobs are cold under his hands, the old plus-shaped metal knobs giving away the age of this place's setup. hell, even when they're knocked off, seems like the motel goes out of its way to replace them with crummy cheap shit. well, keeps the cost down. or they simply like the atmosphere. easy to abandon if need be. water spurts and coughs from the shower head a few times as the temperature changes and the hot water heater kicks in. luckily they escape from getting a bunch of dark water on their faces.
arms find their way around his waist and dabi turns to look at itadori from his shoulder. that's not exactly a sensation he's felt... ever. it's quickly muted by a strong body pressing up against his own, but the feeling remains. it's not some reach around jerk off or even a sex-laded drag backwards. an embrace. when's the last time he had someone simply put their arms around him for the sake of holding him and nothing more? those sensations are quietly shocking enough that he doesn't answer right away.]
... With the company they keep, ain't surprised.
[it's less they don't recognize people and more they don't care to remember or know. at least the shower's not a blood-splattered mess when they get there. when itadori leans his head against his own, dabi tilts his head to the side with a small frown. not that he can go too far is the sorcerer chases his head cause he's a stubborn idiot. bleh... don't get all nuzzly with him. he's not a cuddler at first. but in compromise, he's not shaking the guy's arms off his waist. with the shower hot enough, dabi steps to the side, letting itadori get in first to have a few moments to rinse off by himself. then gets in---squeezes in---with him. he's a bit more of a mess than itadori, but doesn't seem to mind the close proximity as he starts rinsing off.]
It's fine.
[he can at least warm the area up in spite of the colder water.]
[ he wouldn't be surprised if dabi decided to elbow his gut, very much aware this isn't something he would encourage. it's evident by now, regardless of itadori's good intent, he is also greedy. one might say a bit pushy as well, but never forceful. it's true there's something about the other man's attention that's almost addictive, captivating— it beckoned itadori in, giving him a false sense of entitlement. he should be careful about that.
it's a tad cramped, making it hard for them to avoid each other's eyes. it wasn't awkward, oddly so, itadori found comfort in their silence as they cleaned up. he didn't reach for the bar of soap yet, instead settling on caressing his hands under the stream; rinsing them. he wasn't even aware on when his gaze started to drift lower, tipping his head with a subtle frown when those blemishes on dabi's hips caught his attention. let's add another note: be careful with your strength next time.
— next time? ah, he wondered if that's possible under their circumstances. they were merely lucky tonight. ]
I think we should talk about boundaries. [ he finally broke the peace. ] I think we both agree on keeping our own affairs private. It's a pretty easy agreement to make since we don't clash.
[ this triggered a random thought in the back of his mind, something he'd been considering for a while. he had a feeling the hero society might be aware of jujutsu sorcerers since the japanese government is involved. it's a wild guess, from a kid who didn't have the brains to defend his theory. he just assumed the government wouldn't gamble on keeping the heroes, which is another significant asset to them and their security, oblivious by other threats within the community, right? would that mean some villains are aware of it too?
for now, he didn't need to repeat himself and express his opinion of dabi's part in the hero/villain friction. or, remind him that he— wish to be blinded of it. itadori felt like a coward to act this way, pay no attention towards a man who is motivated to ruin many lives, spread fear and animosity. it won't be easy, yet it's a promise he plans to keep. ]
I'll ask for one thing. Give me a heads-up if you choose to stop seeing me. Don't disappear.
[ was it a cruel judgment to make of dabi? that man spent most of his life on the run, leaving people behind who are deemed useless, and just because he was kind to itadori tonight— it didn't mean he wouldn't be treated the same. as someone expendable once the curiosity lost its spark. itadori is not here to entertain, carry a show for the sake of keeping dabi interested. all he can offer is a warm meal, friendly company, and lend an ear. pretty mundane things. not dabi's type.
with the bar of soap squished between his hands, he lathers them up; his mouth quirks. ]
Let me guess your boundaries. No fluffy feelings, right?
*cracks knuckles* and now i've finished binging jjk ~ thanks for enabling me
[attraction. it's been... never, since he's felt that from someone else. not the physical attraction that reaches for a jaw or well-shaped eyes or even the sculpture of muscle. but attraction towards the whole. itadori's attracted to him. his attitude, his presence, his looks, his ability to be removed from whatever the kid's life is dragging him through. kind of a rush to know he's capable of giving someone relief like that without torching them out of existence.
maybe... maybe he doesn't mind it so much at the moment. itadori's never demanded or pushed too hard. the entire interaction has been positive. thus, he gets away with his arms around dabi and those more intimate motions. for the most part. he's not stopping the touches to his hands, letting itadori turn them over in his hand, clean between his fingers, inspect the damage, even as they stand more or less pressed together under the water running out of the shower head. it's not hard to feel his eyes wandering down his body, looking at the mixture of clean skin and scars.
dabi takes a few of those silent moments to look at---really look at---itadori's face. his eyes, the scars, the emotions that rest behind them. for all his light-heartedness, he carries a huge weight inside him. enough he reaches out to strangers for some sense of relief from it. likely the very core of reason behind his desire for dabi not to get involved. hn... easy enough. he doesn't have time or attention for itadori's realm's problems. got enough here. speaking of.]
That's been the agreement since the start.
[dabi's not told itadori about anything he hasn't seen on the news or in the video. and similarly, despite the occasional prod, dabi's not learned anything about itadori's whatever. which is fine for the most part. he really doesn't like people knowing something he doesn't, especially when those things might involve plans behind the scenes. but he's compromised silently and respected itadori's request not to pry for the sake of not poisoning their time together with their private affairs' shit. it's only the potential clash that might happen that keeps a wary person like dabi curious.
if there are other villains aware of the jujustu sorcerers, that information's been kept at a very close guarded secret. so far no one in dabi's section has heard of it, despite the league joining with the liberation front. perhaps all for one knows about it, because he's all for one, the once king of the underworld. but so far, nothing. it's likely kept to an as-needed basis for the heroes. after all, who really would care if a villain got crunched to death by a curse in the alleyway? at the same time, it's the villains who would likely be the ones causing and generating much of those negative emotions.
perhaps it's for the best. there are many of those downtrodden by society who---if made aware of curses and jujutsu sorcerers---would eagerly jump towards becoming curse users, if not wouldn't sit down and instantly start cranking out so much hate and despair so as to create more misery and attack the heroes with this new power. then again... how many already superpowered heroes wouldn't adopt into the jujutsu sorcerers power and skills and seek to ally to fight the new enemy. they are heroes after all.
it's not cowardice so much as choosing the devil he knew over the devil he didn't. dabi hasn't looked down on itadori for not speaking to him about it. of course, if he tried to interfere with the villain's path, they would clash. perhaps he might not want to kill itadori as callously as he would have before, but... ultimately, revenge is far more important to dabi than a fuck and a friend.]
Not really smart of me to contact ya if I'm plannin on disappearin. [wasn't a cruel judgement at all. it was accurate. he's dropped more important people for less even faster. and normally he kills people he has no intention of seeing again. burning off the loose ends.] But I'll give ya a heads up.
[if only for the meal and the sex. as suds lather up between itadori's fingers and dabi thinks over his own boundaries, he ultimately reaches up and adds his hands to the other guy's hands, letting him work lather over them as well. the water's not coming fast enough, so a mutual soaping won't be a problem. as for himself... dabi gives itadori a flat look at the comment and takes over running the suds along his shoulders and neck. staying in the shower for a long time isn't a preference. it... does things to his scarred flesh that make it kind of gross. still... he does kind of want to stick around in here with itadori for a while, so it might be worth the result.]
Ya can get all the fluffy feelins ya want. Jus' don't expect me to mirror them.
[fluffy is not a word used to describe dabi. and it's a joke if itadori's suggesting he'd be able to curb his own feelings while being with dabi. kid's gonna be fluffy no matter what dabi says to him. so why waste the time fighting that losing battle?]
I laid out my boundaries already. If ya wanna meet, we'll set it up right before. No 24 hr or longer plans. We meet alone, but I ain't settin a time limit once we're together. [that can stay flexible. whether it's an hour or they end ups doing a sleepover, whatever.] Only other thing is don't expect me to be on call for ya. I ain't pickin up the phone if I'm busy.
[ 'it's not cowardice so much as choosing the devil he knew over the devil he didn't.' this. this right here— is why he's already attached. dabi gets him without spoken words. within their silence, he understood itadori's dreads, didn't mock him for it. in dabi's nonchalant behavior, it had less bite into it and more leniency. the changes aren't insignificant either, as he's no longer making excuses and instead consoled to be open about what he wants. the threat persists, itadori's careful, but no longer fearful. that's saying a lot. ]
We deserve to hear a goodbye, right?
[ while it was tempting to use that opportunity to change dabi's mind, because itadori is fucking selfish and wouldn't want to respect that man's wishes if that time comes— but he knew that's not how it works between them. they are both gambling with their lives every single day, they both had purposes that are deemed far more important than chasing some fever dream. however, if they somehow make it, if dabi didn't grow tired of him before his execution date, or didn't end up dead himself, itadori will dare to call it a happy ending.
the water started losing force, and it is also losing its warmth. it's mildly bothersome, yet itadori is sedated as he watched their hands brush against each other; one corner of his mouth perked up into a slow smile. smitten. sure, it was a tease, those fluffy feelings. or, that's what he thought the second he said it. now that he thinks about it, staring down at his own hands as he missed dabi's touch— he realized it was a reflection on what his subconscious is already aware of. ]
... I don't expect you to return it. You really can't force that kinda thing ...
[ as dabi continued clarifying his other boundaries, itadori thought about what kind of feelings he had for dabi. was it romantic? is it a silly crush? no. those concepts seemed far too empty. the guilt he carried by turning a blind eye to the villain's resolve might have to do more than his fear for the innocent civilians. there is a sense of culpability towards the man before him. it's like watching someone you care about self-destructing, digging his own grave, and all you can do is shrug it off and declare 'it's not my problem'. how can guilt and attachment harmonize together so perfectly?
that's when the water's temperature begun to drop; not yet freezing, but very uncomfortable. itadori glanced toward the other, sighing softly. if they had the option, he would've wanted to attend to his hair as well, but he's fine with getting all the dried mess taken care of for now. he brought a hand up to smooth over a scarred cheek, lightly curling a few hair strands behind dabi's ear as he leaned in for a chaste kiss; nothing more than a brush of their lips. ]
Got it. When you're not so busy, return my calls then. Don't just stare at your notification and do nothing.
[ he then turns to the side, careful with his balance as he stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel. it looked ... decent? no visible stains. let's not try to inspect if it's clean enough, or smell it, he'll just — take a leap of faith and start drying himself; attending to his drenched hair first and then down to his arms and shoulders. he's not dismissive of dabi, if anything, he kept his focus on him the whole time. he wondered if he's bothered by the cold water at all — or is it another blessing of his quirk? ]
[dabi's made it part of his life to understand people. look into them, see what he can glean from their actions and words. he's a wary person and doesn't trust others. words are easily faked and actions can be controlled. what matters is time and keeping an eye. early on, he realized itadori was honest and could thus trust his words and actions. it didn't do the kid any benefits, but made it easier for other people to believe him. what problems he had weren't dabi's concern. he'd gotten over mocking him for his naivety. especially since some of that naivety made tonight a fair thrill, what with itadori throwing excuses to the wind and accepting that encouragement to go for it without holding himself back. there's a time and place for caution and a time and place for pouring out everything. fear's got no place in either.
deserve to hear a goodbye? dabi merely cants his head to the side, giving him a look that said the opposite. "deserve" around him is a tricky slope. since he already got so much he'd never think he'd "deserve" and yet there it is. all over his body. and his father remains at the top, despite deserving nothing less than life imprisonment. who deserves anything?]
Ya want a goodbye.
[it's fine if itadori wants to be selfish around him; dabi has no right or reason, much less ability, to control that. he's already warned him and retreated, but the sorcerer keeps coming, so much that it's simply not worth the effort to tell him no. itadori can do as he pleases; that means nothing to how dabi reacts. pure as that. maybe the kid could stand to be fucking selfish for once. instead of tossing his life around like it's nothing, trying to save everyone he can and yet sticking himself as nothing more than a cog in a machine. funny thing about cogs... they're small and overlooked, but if one of them breaks, the entire structure grinds to a halt and ultimately collapses in a broken heap. if not, that cog obviously wasn't doing shit and never should've been there in the first place.
dabi's aware he's no longer the cog, but the fucking wrench. his father wanted him to be a hammer, but nope! far more enjoyable to throw himself in there and watch everything crumble around him. might be a gamble, but he's gambled before. hell, his very existence was a gamble, created to inherit power and achieve what endeavor couldn't. his gamble failed. too bad for endeavor it didn't die.
whatever ending he winds up with, likely none of them have itadori in them. the kid has his own life to tend to, far more important things to do than get himself involved with a villain drunk on revenge.
one touch after another, water losing its weight and warmth. he ignores it easily, eyes training on itadori's hands as they move with his own. touching each other and spreading the soap along the curve of shoulders or the cut of collar bones. further down to the sculpture of musculature that's different for both of them, a cable for itadori and a wire for dabi. but his hands are warm... even without a quirk, itadori's hands are warm. does he miss that warmth? not particularly. would he mind having it on him again? ... no. kinda liked it.]
Don't worry. [in that dismissive tone which implies he's gonna say something that'll be opposite the words he just said.] If I die, you'll hear about it pretty quickly.
[yep. definitely something not to worry over. check the papers for the obituaries or the headlines. dabi won't die a pathetic unknown out in the wilderness where no one knows. even if he does, his little brother will probably interrogate the whole damn villainous army on his body's whereabouts. shouto's an emotional little shit who'd chase him to the end of the world if he could.
stand aside and watch me burn. basically what he's telling the other guy to do. this isn't itadori' business or his concern. without knowing anything else about the kid's background or what he's doing, dabi can't hold any preference on itadori's own well-being. apart from mildly being interested in knowing if he's dead or alive, the villain couldn't give much of a shit. without a use for his plans within him, itadori's mostly an escape from his stress and life. which, ironically, he'd be pissed about losing. at least he can admit to that even if it's only been one conversation, a meal, and a fuck. hmph... something he'll have to think about in a little bit.
what itadori feels when he touches dabi under the cold water should tip of him to that question following him in the shower. his scarred body isn't shivering a shred and his skin continues to feel quite warm to the touch. this is the curse of his pathetic mother's genes... instead of developing a resistance to high temperatures like his father, dabi received his mother's resistances to freezing temperatures. and with that furnace of a quirk inside him, doubly resistant to cold. albeit meaning he's physical clashing in compatibility with his own quirk; his body couldn't handle the heat of his own flames and thus overusing them cooks his flesh and body from the inside out. a cold shower like this is nothing.
he accepts the kiss, not leaning into it much, but still returning it with a slight tilt of his head. no real regret for missing out on a hair wash. asides from some sex tousled fluff, it's not like either of them had much mess up there. soaking in the water did it well enough. dabi lets his hands slide off itadori's body in the meantime, giving him permission to leave as he's planning. he'll take a few more seconds in the shower to ensure a rinse off is complete, eyes following the other guy. true, he could've heated the place up easily enough, but they're not at that stage to where he'd use his quirk as some gentle benefiting space heater.]
Ya worry too much. [telling him what to do and all. might stare at the notification and do nothing for the first time or two just to be petulant.] I'll get to ya when I'm able.
[that's all he'll give. at least the towel is clean. this place does have a washer/dryer somewhere in the building. dabi steps out after those few seconds and snags a towel from the counter. wasn't in there long enough for his skin to get weird, though it has soften a little around the edges where the seams meet. enough you could probably peel it if you wanted. there are areas on him where the burned flesh and healthy aren't entirely joined, particularly the areas between the staples. raw flesh lies beneath, peeking through if things stretch too far in the wrong direction. it'll dry out soon enough and be safer to manage.]
Ya did well. I liked it. So next time- [and tosses the towel onto the door as he heads from the bathroom.] -I'm topping.
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but he's still so fucking eager--virgin teenagers--and that's a thrill all to its own. there's some part in the back of the villain's brain that keeps a watch out for whatever this "threat" is that had itadori so worried over crawling into bed with another person. while he's somewhat reevaluating his thoughts on this kid, dabi's nowhere near nice enough not to turn this entire place into a conflagration to save his own proverbial skin.
itadori's doing well though and dabi's not a statue on the bed without reactions. when he sucks harder, his hips twitch upward. teeth graze across his shaft and his free hand fists in the sheets. that wagging tongue slaps back and forth across his head and the older youth sucks his breath in through a short inhale. it all feels good and there's no hiding it. cock twitching and body moving with those actions. occasionally pressing with his legs as well, wanting to thrust his hips but refusing for now. there's one accidental bite that has dabi kick a leg up to hike around him, but it gets arrested by his pants and the villain pulls itadori's hair instead to vent some of that sensation. the clumsy way he's blowing him is actually really nice and he's torn between the desire to keep it and the curiosity on itadori's improvement.
as for the heat, dabi naturally runs hotter than most people due to his quirk. so that might be part of the reason he's getting to enjoy the sight of itadori breaking out in a sweat and dripping already. small pants puffing over his skin, flushed face even darker than his pink hair, those amber eyes lidded and lust-darkened. god, this guy's pretty intense. unfortunately the permission to start thrusting his hips and really dragging on his hair comes just before itadori makes the choice to pull off, which earns a small growl from dabi as he goes to thrust and ends up in the air. real smooth move, kid. smooth...
he drops back down, cock flushed and glistening from spit glazing him. turquoise eyes lock onto that tongue running across his teeth and caressing his somewhat-swollen lips from that sucking. not like dabi's untreated to a view from this position either. itadori's flush is down his neck and onto his chest as well, sweat outlining the cut of his muscles as a droplet or two clings to the surface of his abs. the young sorcerer's pretty enticing as well.]
Rip 'em and ya walkin outta here naked.
[important? not like he's clinging to them. but he didn't come here with extras, so he'd rather not leave with his ass hanging out under his coat. still, he hikes a leg a piece while itadori works his boots off, the heavy footwear landing on the ground with audible 'thuds' once freed. finally it lets him have the freedom to strip his pants off and he shoves them down with his hands as much as itadori's pulling them off with his own. as soon as he's good and naked, dabi flops back on the bed with a relaxed exhale.]
Feels fucking better.
[pulling his arms overhead and arching his torso, dabi stretches out where he is, twisting a bit and straining a few muscles as his eyes stay locked on itadori's unconscious tonguing over his fingers. shit, that shouldn't be as hot as it is, but his dick visibly jumps at the sight. the question gets him to prop himself up on his elbows, core muscles tightening from the position.]
Spit's fine. Lube feels like I'm getting basted like a damn bird.
[besides, dabi likes the raw element, and resistance more than the glide at first. plus you never know what someone's spiked a strange lube tube with. suppository drugs? toothpaste?
a curse?ah the seedy underbelly of the world. but it's definitely telling him what itadori's eager to try next and he's once again impressed the kid's so eager to hit the metaphorical gas so soon.dropping onto his back again, head tucked up from the pillows, his breath hitches slightly as a hand cups around the diamond of his back and two fingers spread between his cheeks. dabi's eyes lid slightly despite their burning irises when itadori's fingers nudge at his entrance, tracing the ring of muscle with the slick of his spit. instinct clenches inward, pulling at the kid's fingertips. a breathless curse floats from his lips, head falling back when one strong hand pushes up on his ass to lift his hips slightly and press his dick into the heat of itadori's mouth again. that coaxing tongue's all he needs to take the invite as permission.
this time, dabi's grip in the kid's hair is harder, pressing the pink spikes into the palm of his hand as he takes hold and pushes down. forcing his mouth slowly lower on his dick. mouth open, letting him feel the round of his head nudging his tongue into the bottom of his mouth and rub the faint ribs on the roof. only halfway before he stops the pressure of his hand.]
Hold ya breath.
[and deliberately hikes his hips upward. not as hard a thrust as he could, but it's pressure enough to push his dick the rest of the way into itadori's mouth and spill the head of his dick into his throat. whether he gulps, gasps, or gags, he's gonna do it around dabi's cock. hand where it is, he keeps him there as he sheathes himself all the way to the base inside the younger man's mouth, what inches of himself are now embedded into that wet grip of itadori's throat giving him voltage jolt through the pleasure center. one, two, five seconds of plugging him up before he lowers his hips and pulls up with his hand, schlicking his length free of the kid's mouth with a wet sound. mostly to give him a chance to breathe again.]
Ya did good.
[and repeats it, a little more firmly this time. dabi said itadori could call the shots, but he gave him permission to thrust, so he's taking it. kid's free to tap him or pull back whenever he wants and dabi'll stop, but until then, he's content to fuck his mouth for a while.]
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really? because itadori was pretty certain he was about to suffocate and fade into the darkness. it's well deserved, for him being impatient and rushing it. aside from the visible tension in his shoulders, and the way he flinched when dabi pushed himself in, those little signs might give a clue on how unprepared he was— and yet, he took it like a champ. the moment dabi's cock slipped out of his lips; a cough followed and a harsh gasp; he then wipes the mess around his mouth and chin with the back of his shaky fingers. now the shock is dulling, a realization of how it actually felt sets in— the hot flush spreading down his throat and chest; eyes glazed in lust.
fuck, it was so lewd. to be taken like this, have dabi manhandle him, grab him by the hair as he fucked him dirty— why is this such a turn on? not that he had much time to ponder about it, as he's being pulled down again, but this time itadori knew what to expect. he would flex his throat, use his tongue to add further friction into that man's thrusts, careful with his teeth. he moaned heavily, muted as always, losing his focus on what he wanted to do for a few seconds as he adapts to all those maddening sensations.
he finally moved his hand, the one spreading spit and slick, pushing his index finger in, blinded whether his approach is excruciating or not, but he keeps going. the middle joins in, way too damn early, forcing its way through those tight rings of muscles in the least mindful manner— he, at least, allows dabi a second to adjust, attentive to any hint of protest before he relaxed them in, working on easing the pressure. if he's honest here, really honest with himself, he doesn't want to. is that awful? he'd want to fuck him raw and right this instant. in the cloud of his horny mind, all he could think about is how tight this man is; it made his own arousal twist in sheer impatience and agony of being neglected for so long. it's like he reached a stage where he's vividly aware of what's happening, and has begun viewing dabi as someone who is willing to cater to his needs. it's daunting— how easy it was to accept the idea of 'he can handle it'.
his jaw aches; hurts so good, from the way dabi is unapologetic in rocking his hips and urging him to swallow him whole with every push. the warmth burns from within, unable to rid of the loud pulsing need. he can't think, simply reacting on impulse. itadori pulls away, voice terribly hoarse as he struggled to catch his breath- ]
Okay, I can't take it anymore ...
[ with a hasty touch, itadori forced dabi to knee his legs up. he bucked his hips, pressed the swelling shape of his prick into the other man's, then swept an arm out, shoving those pesky pillows out of the way as he leveraged the heavy weight of his body, and forced dabi back, pinning him down on the flat mattress with a loud creak; catching his lips in a mad clutch of a kiss.
it was like a switch. actions that portrayed a virgin teen's curiosity altered into something more unabashed. the way itadori's hands fondled with the body underneath him; a knowing, somewhat possessive embrace, callous on his sensitive skin as his nails didn't shy away from leaving its marks. they finally settle on his hips, itadori moved his own to rub the blunt, pre-slicked head of his cock against that same spot, somewhere along their kiss he managed to tug on his pants just enough to expose himself.
with a heavy exhale, he pulls away from the bruising kiss; the line of his face angled so that he could bite into the other man's neck, pinning him in place. he made a low, hungry moan against the fever-hot skin, a harsh reminder of that menacing quirk, clamped his eyes shut while a roll of his hips moved to wedge the head of his arousal past the resistance of dabi's unprepared body. needless to say, there wasn't enough slick, it'd hurt like hell, but that somehow made it better, made his prick twitch when he hadn't even sunk a few inches into the tight, clenching heat of the other man. he bit down, harder, and snapped his hips forward again, more roughly this time. ]
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felt good, huh. [dabi smirks down at him from the pillows behind his head.] ya look nice, kid. [that's a sight he doesn't mind branding into his brain. itadori post-deepthroat.] wanna go again?
[of course he did. his fingers drag their tips across his scalp, raking through the pink in a lazy few rubs. before he takes hold of his hair again and pushes down atop his head. this time he keeps his hips on the bed, not thrusting and using his grip on itadori's hair to slowly lower and pull him up. gives him enough leeway to move his head with him, since he's not trying to pull the kid's hair out at the roots. but it gives a nice semblance of controlling him. itadori learned quickly because he's ready for the way his cock sinks into his throat. dabi's eyes fall shut and a breathy cuss slides from his mouth as the younger man takes him in, sucking like that and moving the muscles of his throat around him. god, he's good for a newbie. already adding his tongue despite it being mashed into the base of his mouth and minding his teeth at the same time. but that fucking moan... its vibrations do things that make dabi's free hand curl in the bedsheets until he's fisting them. holy fuck.]
Ngh-! [okay, maybe it hadn't been the best idea to get overeager himself. it's one bundle of sensations getting sucked off and deepthroated by itadori. it's a whole additional bundle to get finger fucked at the same time. honestly he's surprised the kid can manage to do the two at once, especially for someone with no experience. should've told him to wai-- oh fuck, never mind! that one finger pushes in and dabi grits his teeth, less out of pain and more out of the inevitable strange sensation of a finger worming into his ass. spit makes it slick enough, but the tight muscle around his digit's quick to grab and stick to him, long lines of squelching heat grabbing at the rest of his finger the further itadori pushes it in.
it's when the middle one joins in that it actually hurts. dabi's stomach sinks slightly, abs chiseling beneath his scarred flesh as the bite of that stretch and pierce zip through his ass and hips. he should tell him to calm the fuck down... but hell with it. itadori's on a sex high and dabi's gonna let him ride it out and use him. the sensation's fucking distracting as hell and he's here for that. two fingers forcing their way in and he arches his chest slightly, fingers opening and clawing at the bed in rhythm when he's given the chance to adjust. nope, no protest here, if he ignores the natural attempt of dabi's body attempting to expel the penetration. it gets so much better when itadori eases his advance and the villain's body relaxes back on the bed. nah, it's not awful of him to want to do ALL and EVERYTHING at once. kinda expected for a newbie suddenly feeling this pleasure for the first time.
dabi focuses on the sensation of his fingers and his mouth, feeling the slide of his nails inside him and the light swell of his fingers' joints slipping in and out of his hole, coupled with that wickedly-good throat strangling his dick as his tongue bathes up and down saliva and pressure in that sweltering heat. cater to his needs is putting it too nicely, but he is serving himself up to be enjoyed. not that dabi's not getting his own kicks out of this as well. because he can handle it.
so can itadori, with each renewed thrust of his hips shoving into his mouth, bottoming out with every shove upward. down all the way until the kid's lips are flush with the hilt of his dick, then back up, his gleaming shaft revealed from the cup of his lips all the way to the tip. and back down again before he's had time to get a proper breath. there's a very brief "not yet" moment when he tries to pull back on his own, but dabi lets him up soon after, releasing his hair and eyeing him with a little grin as itadori sucks in his labored air.]
Already? Shit kid, this ain't a race.
[does he sound reluctant or warning? nope! only amused and kind of taunting. before his breath's a little rushed out of him when two hands abruptly catch his legs and force them up at the knees. dabi slaps both hands down on the sheets this time, eyes widening as his younger partner curls over him and all but shoves the dripping head of his dick against his hole. shit-- he's gonna do this dry?! between a scant two-fingered fuck and whatever precum he's got on him, that's not a lot of prep!
but god, the head of his cock feels so fucking soft and full, pushing at the center of his ass with all the impatience of a horny teenager. okay, dabi resigns himself to walking stiff tomorrow; this is gonna hurt and feel so fucking good, it's worth it. pillows get knocked to the side and dabi drops flat on his back as itadori all but shoves him onto the bed. the bed frame sounds a protest they both ignore and this time the villain snaps his hand around the back of itadori's neck to hold him in that heavy kiss he just shoved into his mouth. someone's eager and he's not about to stop him. so much for the shy virgin. now he's a horny young man let off the proverbial leash. fuck.
dabi clenches one leg up to itadori's side, knee jammed under his arm and staples lightly grazing at his ribs as the scarring all over his leg rubs against contrasting smooth skin. he doesn't mind the possessiveness. not right now. a burned heel clunks against the small of his back as dabi hooks his other leg around the kid's lower torso and hips, lips pulling back from his teeth in a wry grin if satisfaction as blunt nails rake marks down his still-healthy (by proxy) flesh. finally taking purchase on his hips and he bucks them up into itadori's hands. feels good, the way the younger man's moving his lips like that, rubbing the slick of his precum over his rim. those pants down just enough to let his dick out... gonna have to take care of that in a few seconds.]
Ya ready? [dabi's voice is a bit thicker with interest, burning eyes looking at his partner as itadori draws back for a moment. definitely feels like he is.] Ah-!
[he drops his head back on the bed, nude body jerking as itadori's teeth if the purple flesh of his throat. pinned down and wrapped around the sorcerer, the villain's quick to throw everything else out the fucking window as that moan bleeds into his flesh, answers by a heated curse from his own lips. hips roll, there's a sudden seize of tightness as dabi's ass clenches against itadori's head, stubbornly resisting the penetration. he's not prepped enough, he's not slick enough, he's not read enough. and the other guy just has to say "fuck it" and shove it in--]
Fuuuck-! [it does hurt. he's not burned back there, all his nerves work, and itadori's not small. precum and scant saliva and stubbornness work as he presses in, dabi's body dents inward, there's a moment of give and the younger man stabs in with a hard 'pop' he feels all over him. legs tighten around his hips and torso, he almost rips the bedsheets, and his hand rakes across the upper part of itadori's back as he shoves his dick in. hurts good. really good. nothing's in his head, that blessed relief ripping him away from life and depositing him "here" and "itadori" and that's it. sensation alone. it's like pushing his prick into a toaster. hot and slick grab at the sorcerer's sensitive flesh, sticking to his head and the underside of his crown, dragging his foreskin further down his shaft. muscles ripple across his flesh as he bites dabi harder and the villain curls around him more when he abruptly thrusts his hips forward, claiming him with another few inches.] Real good, Itadori. Ya feel so fuckin good.
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his passivity is addicting. it's hitting all the right spots, from stroking his ego to sedating his anxieties in one bundle. it's all good, isn't it? they're fine. it's fine. itadori is allowed to try and make mistakes. how else is he supposed to learn?
he flexed his jaw, breaking away from further mutilating the scarred flesh under his teeth, and snapped his hips forward again, more roughly this time. his nails gouge deeper into the skin around dabi's hips, pinning him in place while he worked himself in to the hilt. now— itadori is in total bliss, pure ecstasy; the way those muscles squeezed on his throbbing cock, ruthless, triggering a hot rush of blood down his spine, awakening sensations he never thought he had— dizzy from the brilliance of it all. it's intoxicating; like a beautiful drug. fuck, it's too perfect.
another heavy moan slipped out of his parted lips, his eyes quickly shuttering. he then smeared a few sloppy kisses along dabi's cheek, tried to catch his mouth in between hard breaths. it's way too hot for comfort, from the heat of his own arousal, his short bangs clinging to his sweat-tacky forehead. starving for more out of that man, loving every second of this. ]
Don't let go.
[ he refers to the way dabi's legs curled around him, tilting their hips in a way that made it easier to move inside of him. but, fuck, itadori had another problem. it felt good. no, it felt too good! the type that promised the sorcerer an embarrassing level of poor stamina that will end with dabi mocking him for days. he needs to force himself not to get too riled up, otherwise this will end way too soon— calm down, calm down, calm down!
... yeah, not happening.
when dabi's eagerness reassured him that the other man would take it, no matter how badly it might ache, he slipped one hand between their squirming bodies and held into the villain's cock; trying (failing the first few times) to match the pace of his thrusts while stroking him, reaching that sweet flow. short and shallow at first, and then as his own pre helped to slick the way, the breath-hitching tightness of dabi is unbelievably maddening; the motions became deeper, full, and— brutal. they are truly testing the durability of the bed under their weights, the wooden headboard slammed against the wall as he fucked him. their neighbors might want to switch rooms at this point.
drunk by lust, itadori couldn't keep his eyes open at this point, head dropped low, pressing their foreheads together. he feeds off the way dabi touched him, the raspy tone of his voice, the warmth of his body against his own, how he felt, their closeness— if he's not careful, this whole experience might mature into something else. something more personal, and ... risky. despite all dabi's promises of persuading his goals, devoted to go after his family while being led by an untamed hatred. all those warning signs that begged him not to see this moment of weakness anything more than it is. it's simple: they are using each other. that's all. itadori didn't even notice in the blur of everything that felt so intense ... those black, tattoo-like marks reappeared all over his flustered skin. symmetrical lines that spiral and parallel over his face, shoulders, chest and down to his wrists.
it's still itadori. it's still his voice. but, he's slipping— ]
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if it hurts him, well... an eager teenager's dick in his ass is nothing compared to second-and-third-degree burns all over his body. besides, the pain that comes in so many different ways is clashed intensely by the pleasure. the penetration bites and the stretch burns, but the glide rubs his nerves so good and the sense of fullness and warmth is amazing. itadori's prick goes from head to shaft to fucking heartbeats in a smooth thrust and shove and dabi's immediately focused on how bliss it is to be connected to someone like this. all he feels is itadori. his hair on his hand, his chest against his own, his sides and hips on his legs, his dick inside him, and his breath and teeth all over his throat. fuck this kid's addicting already.
a rougher shove and dabi jerks his head back against the bed, free hand relocating to grab at itadori's upper arm and clench at his bicep.] Ngh-! ... Better. [shove it in good and hard. the impact to his hips slaps against his skin, jolting his body and making him tighten up around him, not at all bothered by the blunt nails digging into his hips. stuck on the bed, hot beneath him as the kid figures out the best way to rut and push his cock further inside. as soon as he's all the way in, bottomed out and balls deep, dabi deliberately flexes, abs hardening under his skin and muscles clamping down in his ass all over itadori's prick. his eyes crack open halfway again, nigh glowing in the shadow of his bags as he drinks in the sight above him.] Ya look like ya in heaven... Beats jerkin off, huh.
[his words barely get out before a mouth descends on him again and he ends up "wrestling" a little with itadori's head as the guy drags sloppy kisses all over his face. trying to find his mouth and dabi's being a shit by not letting him. makes him chase it around for a bit before finally pulling him in for another heated make out. this time, he shoves his tongue right into his mouth, pours it down his throat if he fucking can. (okay, it's not that long, but sure feels like he's trying.)]
Ain't gonna.
[the next time he thrusts in, he lets the motion knock his leg from his side and quickly wraps both of them around itadori's hips, ankles knotting over the diamond of his back and the curve of his ass. letting go's the furthest thing from his mind right now. already his thrusts are clumsy and without rhythm, too focused on the pleasure of slamming it in than finding some proper pace. but that's it's own positive,; there's no way to predict what he's going to do next. shove it in, hang back and shiver, shallow and fast, dabi's left staring up at him from the bed, the faintest of hot flushes peeking out from under the bag-like scars beneath his eyes. he's not even bothering to shut his mouth, panting and grunting whenever itadori makes breathing kind of difficult.
shit, kid's gonna come early, isn't he? what'd he expect? a stamina match first time? dabi breaks into a lazy grin when he feels him floundering his hand around between their bodies and lifts his hip to try and "help" him find and get a grip on his cock. few tries, but--] There ya go. [he runs his hand down itadori's arm, then drags back up so he can catch him on the shoulder and hold on, massaging the muscle beneath his warm skin. he doesn't bother coaching him, instead growling or groaning little words of encouragement or approval.
it's harder and harder to talk as itadori begins to find his pace. he can literally feel him going from inexperienced fucking to someone who recognizes what a rhythm is and how to jerk him off and fuck him in tandem. dabi's head falls back again, eyes closing as a look of pleasure washes over his face. dark browns furrow, his teeth bare as he grits them, moth opens again, tongue panting against his lower lip. kind of lost that composed, stoic expression itadori's used to seeing after two hours. a sharp curse fills the room when the kid slams in hard enough to jerk his hips clean off the bed, and dabi's scarred legs strangle around his waist and flanks, toes curling in the air and ankle digging into the top of his ass. ah fucking break the bed; he doesn't give a shit if itadori plows him through the mattress onto the floor. that's the best part about sex; you stop caring about anything but sex.
a forehead drops against his own and dabi's eyes fall shut whether he wants them too or not. he lets go of his hair, his shoulder and instead wraps both arms around the kid's neck. holding onto him with all of his limbs and as much of his body as he can so he can drag him close. soaking in the heat and strength pounding into him and rocking him on the sheets. it's lust, yeah. it's using their bodies to give and get pleasure so nothing else matters. he'll consume it as much as fire consumes kindling. itadori's voice fills his ears, his gasps and moans and the occasional word. hard to think that excited kid in the park would be sounding like this a couple hours later. as far as dabi's caring to think, this is simply slotting itadori in as another useful contact. not in the manipulating way, as he knows by now he can't use him for his ambitions. but he'll use him in this way that itadori wants. sex. food. company. both of them can make of it what they want. doesn't have to go any deeper than that.
his eyes slit open again as the pace evens out, giving him a few seconds to simply pant against the other young man's mouth. black bangs mingling with the pink. it's a hard and heavy fuck. but somewhere in dabi's mind, that core of self-preservation lingers among the carnal bliss. he notices a darker color on the kid's face. on his forehead. across the bridge of his nose. on his cheeks. markings... something about an ability that's dangerous enough he didn't want to have sex, right?
he keeps his arms and legs around him, forehead to his, and leans in, biting itadori's lower lip enough to spark some pain on him even as he tightens his legs enough to squeeze the stronger youth firmly against his ass, deliberately stunting his thrusts. just gonna slow this down for a second and see if that cools him off a little.
if not, he can burn.] Feels good, huh...
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dabi had a fair warning, watched as the teen faltered between going through with it or keep it safe. far too honest to allow the villain to be caught off guard, and his awareness served them well. dabi is smart enough to stay vigilant, to keep an attentive outlook while the sorcerer didn't. in a way, it showed who really is in control, and it isn't itadori.
the harsh bite triggered a small grunt, forcing his heavy lids to open— just enough to peek through dabi's eyes; his own is still a bright shade of amber; the extra pair on each cheekbone isn't. instead, shimmering in red. a bit dumbfounded with the way dabi's legs clasped into him, hindering his movement, urging itadori to slow down until it was too much of a hassle to keep going; stopping altogether. there's a moment of silence, the air between them is heavy— there is no attempt of protests from his side, nor did he ask 'why'. he just ... froze.
dabi's words linger in the back of his mind, slowly shifting his gaze lower, taking note of the man's body language. he's not ... pushing him away, is he? a total switch from how dabi was a while ago; on edge, guard up, and wary of every little step. even when he's given an opportunity to end it all, shove itadori away and call it quits— he didn't do any of that.
his hard, sharp expression slipped a little on the edges. he pressed his lips together- ]
So good ... maybe too good.
[ yes, he's not oblivious of what's going on. it's an odd change in his dynamic with sukuna; a simple explanation would lead to the jarring reminder of this body is no longer his own. it's disheartening in a sense that— something so special to him is being shared. this night with dabi. what that man has given him, all that submission and willingness to allow the sorcerer to take the lead, give in to his desires, all of this ... might be nothing more than a sweet illusion all along. he can subdue the curse back to its domain, it might take him a minute or so, but he's not so far behind to lose full restrain. it was a slip; a mistake in the heat of the moment, but this little stunt left its mark where it hurts.
when this night ends, and he's alone with his thoughts, he'll understand what it truly means— not to have the independence to call something 'mine' anymore. ]
I'll stop ... if you want me to.
[ he bends forward, touched their foreheads together again. lifted a hand, one calloused thumb brushing very lightly over the swell of dabi's lower lip; his own is bruised from the small bite earlier. his toes curl, fighting the burning need to move his hips again, trying not to think about how fucking insane it is to be inside dabi, in the peak of all those raging hormones, yet find himself obliged ( for a good reason) to censor all the natural intuitions and hold still. how the hell is he supposed to calm down like this?
which might explain why it's— taking a bit longer than usual. with a subtle 'ah', itadori realized he should relief the other from his strong hold, letting go of dabi's now blemished hips, only to press his hands against the mattress, on either side of the other man's head— fingers gripping on the bedsheets instead. that's when it hit him- ]
I think ... you'll need to let go.
[ it's not happening. with dabi laying under him, fully naked, squeezing on his arousal as they speak, looking at him the way he did— and he expect itadori to, somehow, not be overwhelmed by it? oh god, this is too much. in a desperate attempt for a distraction from that view, itadori lifts his head up, staring idly at the shabby wall behind them; while the other pair's stare is centered on the villain, unflinching. ]
M-Maybe that's ... as far as we can go?
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yeah, unfortunately at this point, with that earlier warning, dabi's managed to keep that one non-itadori-fucking-him thought afloat. because he's simply too selfish to die before endeavor. couldn't say he'd have been able to care about anything if he'd reached his orgasm, but that's something they can contend with later. mildly irritated it has to happen like this, but those marks on itadori's face say something's happening, and the only "what" is that warning.
it's the second set of eyes, however, that actually snap him from his sex-addled haze, turquoise gaze locking on the slitted crimson staring up at him from the corner of itadori's eyelids. no wonder why those little tattoos felt so strange under his fingers. eyeballs. gross. but he's seen far worse than a few extra body parts on people, so he's not at all turned off by the addition. it's more the feeling those eyes aren't itadori's that somewhat unnerves him. like there's another person looking out of those ruby slivers. he's had interruptions during sex before, someone barging in to panic over something or someone knocking on the door to ask a question. fucking annoying... but never really got interrupted by the same person having sex with him. so that's a new one.
no, he's not pushing itadori away. matter of fact, he's holding him tight and keeping him close. it's selfish. he's got his dick in his ass and knows there's a whole orgasm building up between both of them that wants out. for all his dickish behavior, dabi's not fond of blue balling. easy as it'd be to push apart and finish by hand, literally, he'd rather not. seems itadori knows what's going on too, what with the way his gaze drops and how he's not exactly fighting the forced slowdown.]
Nah. This never gets "too good", idiot. It's why we do it.
[perhaps not in the same vein, but dabi understands what it means to have "mine" stripped from him. he was never given the chance to develop his own dreams as a child. endeavor poured his ambitions into him with his fists and his fire, stamped down on anything touya might have come up with on his own. he everything for his father, sacrificed things he never even knew he could one day call his own. never had his own dreams or wants; they were always tainted by endeavor's. his quirk was endeavor's. his body. his future. his path. and back then, he wanted it so badly because that's what he believed was important. it was why he'd been created. until that was ripped out of him thanks to his failure. a quirk too strong and a body too weak. abandoned by his father without ever being taught how to be his own, without ever learning how to turn his fire down or control it asides from heating up. even now, his insides are full of endeavor. fish and rice, can't eat because of him. his dreams and thoughts revolve around him. even though he's physically out from under his father's thumb, his life burns because of him. yeah, he knows what it's like to share "himself" with another person. the invasion, the disconnection, the poisoning spoilage.
his experience with itadori's been good. even managed to get him to loosen up and lower some of his guards. while there's a proud part of him that's irked the kid has to share this with whatever's behind those eyes, at the same time, dabi's callous enough to not give a shit either. whoever's along for the ride still isn't the car. and he doubts they're driving it. the night's still yuuji itadori's experience. dabi's still itadori's partner and his first. no one else gets to claim that. it's between them alone.]
Dontcha fuckin dare.
[dabi gives one hard yank with his legs, forcing the young sorcerer's hips firmly against his own in a heady rut. shoves his dick flush inside him again and he catches the back of the kid's head in his hand, fingers curling in his pink hair. scarred limbs ease up, releasing itadori a little to give him permission, even encouragement, to move. he lets him touch his lip once or twice before leaning in and catching his thumb between his teeth, biting it semi-roughly. dabi's given a middle finger to the world before. why the hell should this be any different? he wants itadori to think about that. think about them, about his dick being inside him, about the villain's cock being rocked between their abs. about how good this feels. he doesn't have to calm down.
hands pin down on the bed on either side of his head, crushing the sheets, and dabi's eyes linger on itadori's head as he pulls upward to stare somewhere else. dick. his hips burn a bit from the hard grip now released, but it's paltry pain compared to what he's usually dealing with. those stupid words, letting go and reaching their limits, earn a scoff from the villain below and he only "lets go" enough to skim one leg down and deliberately clench and pull, dragging itadori's pants off his hips and ass an slumped along his thighs. he'd strip him further if he could, get him completely naked, but leaves that to the kid as he hooks his leg back around his waist and squeezes him again.]
Look at me.
[he pulls itadori's head down via the grip in his hair, turquoise eyes burning into the amber ones above him. just the amber ones. his free hand falls to the bed beside itadori's own, fingers curled and palm up. the same palm which begins to glow blue, hot enough to instantly cause their air around it to waver. something to remind the guy dabi's not some weak thing that can easily be made some kind of prey. it's a veiled threat and promise. the heat dies down and the blue glow subsides into normal flesh.]
I ain't lettin go. Neither are you. Go all the way.
[he drags him down, lips finding itdadori's in a firm, lazy, but heated kiss. dabi holds him there, enough to stoke those fires all over again before he breaks it in a messy pant, saliva stretching between their mouths with a strand or two until the distance beads and breaks them.]
Keep goin'. Ya doin' fine.
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it could be as simple as sharing a homemade meal, or as intimate as having sex. this is their safe space. no judgments, no forced opinions, no pity; a place where they are treated like ... well, humans. ]
Dabi ...
[ it didn't mean any of this is right, especially when dabi retaliated by tugging down on his pants, felt like the biggest 'fuck you' he'd ever seen. before any other word could drop out of his mouth, itadori was caught off guard by the abrupt jerk by the hair, tilting his head into it, while subconsciously pushing himself deeper against the other man. when he realized it was deliberate, and it wasn't a clumsy slip from his side, itadori's cheeks never lost their warmth, but they're certainly a shade darker. he's still— awfully rigid. not really rejecting dabi's advances, not returning them either.
stubborn, he withheld from acknowledging that command. his expression twists into one of discomfort, muscles strained for all the wrong reasons, shoulders quivering from the burden of it all. and then— there's pain? his eyes, all four, watch as his own hand gets consumed by a blue glimmer, searing hot, piercing through the thin layer of skin on the palm of his hand. the voice of reason advised him to yank his hand away, but itadori didn't, even when it hurts like hell. he is oddly pacified by it; all the scattered thoughts fell into a dead hush, and when dabi broke him out of the state of trance he was in— he's finally listening. he's paying attention.
again, itadori found himself being tamed by the other, with only a few words. he was then encouraged to lean closer— lashes hanging low over each eye, sedated by the tone of that man's voice. his fingers, despite the ache, curl against dabi's in a gentle squeeze. finally relaxing, pressing their bodies together, moaning into dabi's mouth as he dared to shift his hips forward; his free hand reached to grasp into the other man's hair. he barely allowed dabi to finish his remarks before he caught his lips again in a sloppy, hungry mess. it didn't linger, and itadori broke it off abruptly, shaking his head. ]
Okay, wait ...
[ for what? god, he's so out of it. half scowling, itadori reckoned if he rushed into it, he will only fuck it up again. sukuna's prints are still all over him, so he had to be careful not to give the curse the edge he's seeking. nice and easy. calm the fuck down, yuji. it was painful to watch the sorcerer go through this, specifically with the way he was watching the man under him; starving. another deep sigh, itadori chose to press his face against the curve of dabi's neck, somewhat embracing him. that's when he started— rocking his hips, hissing under his breath at how torturing it was to hit it slow, but it was also ... so fucking good. damn. even after everything he put him through, dabi is still so tight! every time he thrusts inside of him, he moaned, full-throated, lip-parted, eyes-closed, and almost lost the rhythm of their fucking. it started slow, but who is itadori kidding? it won't last for long, and he's already picking up the pace.
more forceful, harder, deeper—
he saw himself beginning to come apart, licked his lips before he dared to moan the other's name, abdomen clenched tightly as he decided to relief dabi's hair from all that abuse, instead blindly seeking his neglected cock between their bodies. ]
yeah so the notif for this never came through. sorry for the delay!
in the depths of those two moments, the flavors of a homemade meal just for him and the heat of itadori's body pressing against and into him, dabi could lose himself and forget everything else in this shit world except for the pleasure. and the guy beside him. it's a fucking relief to let everything else drop away.
his name ghosts above him and dabi exhales in response, hot breath wavering from his lips. it sounds good, his name on itadori's tongue. he wouldn't argue any of this being "right" save for the kid not completely fucking up the "how to" of sex for a first timer. could've spent a minute missing with his dick. there's no hiding the satisfaction on dabi's face when itadori gets the notion behind that sudden yank of his pants. it's very much a "fuck you" to everything else going on.
that fades as he drags him into the kiss, taking control for a moment despite his promise to let itadori run everything. the guy could use some firmer distraction to prove to him that dabi isn't going anywhere. tilting to deepen it, heated tongue sweeping out to run against itadori's lips and swipe across his teeth. a hard grunt puffs out of his throat as the kid drives himself deeper inside him and his legs tighten up on his hips to keep him right there. of course it was deliberate. he's making a point here.
he'd never once promised itadori he wouldn't burn him. the man is fire and though the show of that azure glow was more to remind the younger man dabi was no one to be worried over from a threatened standpoint, if the slight singeing was enough to abate his internal warring and worry (or shut up the whoever was looking out as well), then so be it. pretty sure itadori had ways of patching up a small burn later on.
as the heat leaves his hand and replaces by fingers and a warm palm sliding between his own and settling against his respectively, dabi's eyes linger on itadori's face, half noting his expression and half simply watching him come closer. taking in the details from his eyebrows to his lashes to the heat in his amber eyes. before finally shutting them, head dropping back as itadori settles against his body again. better. the kiss holds firm and he cards his fingers through the guy's hair, skimming pink spikes beneath his palm with a tickling rush. hips roll forward, a moan spills into his mouth, and fingers burrow into his hair as that heated, messy kiss shuts him up. just a moment before the touch breaks.]
Not goin anywhere.
[waiting is kind of out of his hands, pinned as he is and half-wrapped around itadori's body. he rests his head on the sheets again, dealing with some impatience on his own part. painful? not so much. irritable? more likely. he'd been close to the edge when all this started, the stop is aggravating. he tilts his head to the side as itadori presses his face against it and exhales in a mixture of satisfaction and pleasure as the kid finally starts to move again. they're going to have to talk about this is they want to do it again. abs tighten, his legs tighten, and dabi clenches up around him, letting itadori control the pace and movement as he rocks with him on the bed. could stay slow, but the lazy increase in speed is telling enough. his breathing picks up, heavier sounds that start to match itadori's rhythm. it feels good, really good once more. for all that interruption, the kid hasn't gone soft at all. fucking staying power.
harder thrusts, deeper penetration, rolling into his hips and pressing flush to him as he digs his fingers into the back of itadori's hand and curls his other into his hair. his name comes out again in a moan and dabi turns his head just slightly enough to see the kid's ear and back of his head from the corner of his gaze. he's heard his name a lot during sex, but... this one's gonna be one that sticks afterwards. as he fumbles his way from his hair down to his hips, dabi sucks in his breath, flat stomach sinking inward to give itadori access into the slick mess of his dick and hips. immediately regretting it because as soon as he gets his hand around his cock, dabi's breath shoves out in a curse. the combination of all of that swiftly starts coiling all of that pleasure and backed up sensation inside.
one thing left to do. turn his head more to get his mouth right next to itadori's ear and give him a final permission. before he wastes time asking the question.]
Come in me.
it's okay! <3
and then dabi had to consume what little trace of stamina he had left, by a few words heavily whispered behind a husky tone; that alone could've made him lose it. every time he thought it couldn't get any better than this, itadori is humbled by another sting, prodding to restructure what he deemed as a pleasuring excitement in his mind, introducing his senses into a whole other epiphany. slick pre-cum leaking from the head of dabi's prick as his hand matched the speed of his thrusts, another throaty growl escaped his lips as he gripped harder into their handhold, unaware of his fucking claws gouging between the other's knuckles; coating them in red.
— and fuck if that forcefulness didn't make itadori weak-kneed, didn't make him stretch up just to catch dabi's mouth in a hot kiss, feeding on it like an animal in heat. he tried to urge the other man's tongue into his mouth, to meet each nip with a few of his own, while he suckled dabi's lower lip before angling his chin up for more wet kisses. he finally released dabi's hand from the gory clasp, only for it to slither between the other man's back and around his waist, gripping their bodies close while he continued to fuck him with brutally hard strokes, withdrawing almost wholly, only the crown of his prick still gripped in dabi's heat, before shoving in to the hilt; as deep as their bodies would permit. the pace was savage, but it was clear he wouldn't last long like this. and yet, itadori plans to take advantage of that man to the last second.
yeah, he reached his limit. all the intensity melted away into pure bliss, his eyes flutter, rolling into the back of his skull as his vision blurred a little between the intense hotness spreading throughout him all. he made a soft, strangled sound while he came, and worked through it in a few, far slower, waning thrusts— spreading his mess inside of dabi and all over the bedsheets.
he might apologize later for it. maybe.
for a moment, he was so blinded by the raw ecstasy; a drunk-like smile paints his feverish face. he muttered something disordered, but it's evident itadori is in some kind of high, head above the clouds with how amazing everything felt.
the marks begin to wither away, those pair of eyes return to their slumber as the sorcerer eased into it. despite it all, he never once neglected dabi. if anything, with a clear mind, appreciating the view hits different now. he knew he's fucked the minute his eyes caught the others; aware that this image will be stuck in his head for a long, long time. ]
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as close as he is to finishing, he doesn't dare give itadori the chance to stagger and halt them both again with a doubt towards preference. straight up tells it to him, breathing the words into his ear as he drinks in the kid's panting breaths and whimpers of newborn pleasure. the bliss of having sex for the first time is that it eternally builds on itself, one better after another to that peak. his own body's already rushing for the same, stomach clenching inwards as the glassy emission spurts across his abs and decorates itadori's hand with sticky syrup. schlicking noises meld with the increased rhythm of their hips coming together with each thrust and dabi's somewhat impressed the other guy's got the brain power left to jerk him off and fuck him in tandem with each other. must be a natural...
pain--!! the sudden bite of stinging burn splits open the back of his hand; he's no stranger to getting scratched during sex. but there's a difference between nails and claws. part of itadori's "other" leaking out of him like those marks? ah but it's all right. unconscious trade paid back for burning the kid's hand with his flames. he bleeds red around his fingers and drips onto the sheets, but it's hardly a pain he'd flinch from. itadori's motions, the slide of his dick inside him, his lips on his mouth, they easily swallow up any discomfort into that coating of indulgent pleasure.
another kiss claims his mouth and dabi curls his fingers harshly into his hair, tugging at the roots as he all but strangles the teenager's hips with his legs. swears he's sucking out his breath with that kiss and there's a sultry eagerness in which the scarred villain accepts the encouragement to pour his tongue into the boy's mouth. not caring how wet it gets or how deep his tongue's able to go inside. tasting the faint flavor of their meal within his mouth along with the uniqueness of his own. teeth, tongue, gums, roof, and back out again to curl into his own mouth for a swallow. there won't be any bruising left on his burned flesh, but he still feels the pressure of nipping and sucking, and it's welcome.
nails slip from his flesh, his skin burns in relief, and dabi arches his hips up from the hand cupping beneath the diamond of his back. it presses his hand-enwrapped prick firmly into itadori's stomach and he deftly hikes a leg to drag a heel up to the small of his partner's spine. pressing down only enough to give him some pressure as his hips draw back and each inch slides out of him one after the other until the soft flare of his head nudges to the back of his rim. out? in? shove! fuck! it's almost bestial, slamming into him hard enough to make the bed rock and open his mouth with heated curses and grunts against itadori's lips. enough he can't even tell where he ends and itadori begins. any rhythm is gone as he feels the other man's pace climb towards the finish.
tension winds him tight like a charred bowstring, muscles seizing up as a vice around the sorcerer's prick. from that sudden rock-like hardening to the way he flares for a second as his heartbeat pounds in his veins. and everything bursts out. dabi's eyes fall shut, teeth baring between his lips as a seething hiss of ecstasy shoves his head back into the bed beneath him. heat pours inside as itadori comes and dabi's right there with him, abdominals crushing each other with every intense contraction sucking hard around the kid's dick and spurting lines of white across dabi's scorched flesh. making a mess inside and out, coating itadori's hand with the dwindling spurts of cream-hued dregs.
the villain's orgasmic shout dies to a louder gasp to a low groan and finally tapers off into a lust-drunk exhale. that's what he wanted. needed. the escape. nothing existed except for himself and itadori. blinded, deafened, struck numb, separated from everything save for the kid between his legs, in his arms, against his lips. a blissful escape. the kind of high that only the strongest of drugs can even hope to merely simulate.
slowly that seeps down from high to afterglow and dabi relaxes his death grip on itadori's body. drifting down with his partner into a sloggen mess on the bed. head dropped partially to the side, eyes closed and face flips, lips parted just enough to show some white and pink as that expression of pleasure washes over his face, what parts of his cheek remain still able to show the ruddy flush of arousal. only after a few more seconds of rest does he slit one eye open, gazing up at the younger man above him. he knows he'll be burning his visage into his mind's eye for life, but it's a small price to pay.]
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You're ... [ fingers cradle into the curve of his flesh, using his thumb to lightly brush over dabi's lower lip. and at that moment, the wheels in itadori's foggy mind started spinning, and he grasped that he's ... smearing blood all over the villain's face? fumbling on his words at the horror of it. ] ... uhh?
[ what.
dumbfounded, he spends a second flexing his tainted fingers for a better view, baffled on what the fuck happened? where did all this blood come from? a blink, then his gaze shifts to where dabi's hand rests on the bed, finally noticing those small, open wounds. it's coming to him now, and he groaned soon after. ]
Sorry. My bad.
[ while he does feel guilty, itadori is not dwelling on it either. dabi isn't someone who needed coddling. this type of trauma isn't something that would startle him, even when the sorcerer isn't so keen to pull this shit again. it earns him an apology, a sincere one, in spite of itadori doing it while smirking; the expression vaguely, helplessly fond. with one hand covered in cum, the other in blood— he had to admit that he fucked up in some areas, but it was still the best night of his chaotic life. that says a lot. finally, he pulls away, giving in to exhaustion as he collapsed on the other side of the bed, next to dabi, resting on his back.
he turns his head to face the villain. while the idea of dabi walking out of the door without saying another word is a huge likelihood, it didn't mean itadori is discouraged. if anything, there is no sense of urgency from his end, more content in sharing space and being next to him a bit longer. he will not force the other into anything, that's for sure, but what's the harm in reaching out? itadori persuaded him before, and he will do it again. ]
Dabi.
[ he'd wait for his attention, to meet those eyes again, and when he gets it. ]
Let's spend the night here.
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uhn... that's a weird feeling. most partners don't let themselves go soft inside. but it kind of fits for itadori's first time. the heat in his body seems to wane a bit, going from a fireplace burn to a candle-soft warm. probably due to the afterglow seeping through him. obviously has nothing at all to do with that hand gently brushing his cheek and reminding him what he feels like to have someone treat him as a human instead of a monster or a thing.]
Yeah...? [leading off with that and trailing instead of finishing prompts a similar response as thumb paints a wet line across the charred purple of his lower lip. wet... oh yeah, the taste of copper makes it way into his mouth even as the realization dawns in itadori's eyes. really? he's looking horrified at a bit of blood when he's seen what he's seen and dabi's lying under him with more than half his flesh scorched to irreparable? psh... what a kid.
he doesn't even bother moving his hand to show him, letting the guy find the crimson stain radiating from the back of his hand on the sheets. there's a slight pain, more a sting from the piercing, but it's not bad. he's obviously endured far worse.]
Forget it. Shit happens plenty during sex.
[bruises, scrapes, bites, sometimes even serious injuries like a broken something or other. thankfully the kid doesn't linger on the issue and start getting teary eyed or offering apologies. the lack of coddling earns a small bump in acceptance. dabi's more noticing the expression on itadori's face, that doofy smirk of his that's too admiring and affectionate a look to be aimed at him. it'd been a good experience for him. the fumbling and mistakes made it memorable, something he wouldn't be able to wash out of his mind with other partners. itadori likely felt far better about it since it was a first.
and then the pull out. dabi grunts softly as itadori tugs free and collapses beside him while the villain works on rescuing his leg from being flopped on and trapped under the kid's hips. gives him some time to stretch his legs out from being hiked and wrapped around the young man's hips for so long. normally he would take a rest, then get up, dressed, and leave, but there've been other times where he adopted other habits. washing off, taking a nap,
torching his partner, getting a drink, having a smoke. whatever. depended on the person and the location.his name's not a surprise and dabi tilts his head enough to slide his eye to the corner of his lids. there's no rush on itadori's face or embarrassment/regret over what he just did. the next part, however, it somewhat surprising. not the first time he's been asked that, or the first time he's accepted. still not something he normally does on a "first time" meeting.]
Why d'ya wanna do that?
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[ no, it wasn't a sassy comeback; it was itadori's genuine answer. he would like to believe dabi is the type who wouldn't tolerate someone who's tiptoeing around his words and dragging it, coming off as dishonest and fickle. it's the first thought that came across his mind, and it is his first confession without any filter. regardless, the flow of his speech, and the easy smile on his lips promised dabi no obligation. not that the villain would break under peer pressure, far too strong-hearted to be easily influenced by a few sweet words, but he still didn't want to sound so — forceful. even when he is. itadori won't deny it, unbothered if it's not the perception of a hero-wannabe, to be so selfish by making this relationship one-sided. to keep asking more from dabi; more time, more attention, more favors.
'because I want to' — while it's candid, subtle, it's also very covetous. a fine thin line between two extremes.
itadori flexed his arms up, still lightheaded in the bliss of their afterglow. he then shrugged his shoulders, both hands resting on his abdomen; unmindful of their mess. ]
I always ... wanted to know what's it like to share a bed with someone. It might sound silly, but it means a lot to me.
[ another confession. there was also a nagging sense of uncertainty prickling at the back of his head, a reminder not to get too comfortable. itadori didn't have the freedom to wander on his own, seek refuge outside the walls of his school. he shouldn't be here, let alone risk getting caught breaking the rules. that's one, and the other reason, which is more obvious— dabi isn't harmless. to assume he earned his unwavering trust would be foolish. even for itadori.
and yet, he's still ... going to persuade him. as always. ]
So, can we do this?
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[itadori's right in his belief. ironically, it's the kind of comeback dabi can respect. not having some sappy reasoning or excuse that might make for an emotional scene. just a selfish blunt "cause me" and that's it. selfishness isn't bad. someone being willing to be honest like that without hiding or couching their thoughts behind false glossing is more preferable to the bleeding heart. saying something about "needing a friend" or "being lonely" or another variable that suggests pity or aid would've gotten him out of bed and on his way to being out the door. instead, itadori goes the one path that gets the villain to scoff slightly in amusement before he stretches out on the bed, content to stay. those words might've come from a kind smile and the easy sway of the kid's good attitude, but their resolve is fair. itadori "gets" dabi enough. it's surprising and strange, but ultimately not something he finds himself regretting.
after all, isn't that what the villains have often said is one of the main problems? no one bothers to try and understand them. no one wants to spend the time to "get" them, as a person or to their motives. even if the person who's reaching out to him is a kind-hearted idiot who balances the line between selfish and selfless probably without even knowing he's doing it.
dabi's not quite sure how he feels about the proceedings. it's only been a conversation and a few hours. it's definitely not the first time he's slept with someone in their bed. stranger even. but it would be the first time he's slept beside someone who so desperately wants to care about him.]
Yeah.
[there's only the calm agreement rather than a curt dismissal of "do what you want" that would've separated them even in the bed. instead of making it seem like itadori's imposing on him and forcing it, the villain's offering his own acceptance. even admitting a silent want for the same. of course it's a warning to not get comfortable. there's just as much a chance as itadori stabbing him in the night with whatever's behind those claws as there is dabi cremating them both to ash right here on the bed. his flames are so hot, it would only take a second or two. but whether he's doing this because it means a lot to itadori or for some other reason... dabi's trying not to think about that.
so, with that said.]
How was it?
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he then shifts slowly, moving to sit up on where he's settled. by now all the warmth in his body is subdued, no longer flustered. itadori is sober enough to assure his words are honest, and not speaking out of emotions. ]
For a moment, I wanted to stop ... because it didn't feel like it was my own experience anymore. I thought I had no right to call it 'mine'. So ... I can't express how much I appreciate it when you reassured me that I'm all you see. It's still just you and me.
[ if the events unfolded differently, they wouldn't be sharing a space right now. it might be a simple reason to trigger such a reaction, but how could he not be heartsick after it? the prospect to be intimate with that man was unplanned for, to be able to take the lead, be in control and hold onto it as his own. something that belonged to him— and for it to be taken away would've been so painful after getting a taste of rare independence. itadori couldn't remember the last time he had a voice, or wasn't told what to do and where to go. while he never complained, nor did he find any wrong in the process— it still had an influence on him. a heavy burden on his shoulders; paralyzing.
dabi gave him everything he subtly craved for. reassurance, a warm body, pleasure, safety— acceptance.
he smiled, leaning forward just a little, and let one hand between them glide down, fingertips brushing dabi's hair away from his forehead. he'll apologize for smudging it in blood later. ]
It was special to me. You made it special to me, and it felt ... amazing.
[ he huffed a chuckle. what? he's allowed to share that side of their time together as well. the emotional aspect is covered, and now he will move on to the physical. which itadori felt more at ease covering this side of his answer. ]
You know, I never thought it could get that good? It was insane! Ah, I wish I had more stamina since I wanted to last longer. But it was impossible! You felt too good! And oh, I might have a thing with using my mouth ... I really enjoyed that part ...
[ a pause- ]
Maybe it wasn't the best for you, since you had your share of different partners. So, I'll help you clean up and attend to your wounds. You're still bleeding ...
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he only moves his eyes to find itadori as he sits up on the bed, half wondering if he was going to leave or merely wanting to stretch. the afterglow's likely drifted into the comfortable state of feel-good-but-still-moveable. considering the lack of blazing heat on his face, seems the guy's more in control of his emotions now.
listening to the answer is surprising. mostly because of how much it sounds like it means to itadori. for something so simple to dabi as seeing just one person in front of him, it's probably not the same if you've got something or someone else inside. he wonders if it's like hawk's little black bird friend, with that shadowy creature inside him. always someone there... must be a real pain in the ass to never be alone even when you want to be. never knowing if you're the only one everyone else is seeing.
can't just be "you" anymore... not that dabi's ever had the chance to simply be "himself" since he was always forced to see himself the way endeavor wanted him to be. did he ever have his own "self" before? he can't be sure. or perhaps he doesn't want to answer that question now.]
Doesn't matter who tells ya what shit, you choose to be you. Makes every experiences your own.
[perhaps that's easier said than done for someone playing host, but that's what he's going to hold to. this is their conversation, their experience, their time. after all, itadori had warned him about some undefined danger and dabi can now make an educated guess as to what it is. but he's not walked out. because he frankly doesn't give a shit. he's met plenty of people who'd be terrifying in their own right and he's willing to murder them if push came to shove. he agreed to be with itadori despite that risk and doesn't have any reason to abandon that. of course, the guy didn't try to kill him...
but the experience remains itadori's. never once he dabi feel like someone else was in the room with them calling the shots. it was always the same kid, dealing with this new overwhelming pleasure and zoning right out from it. sex is never that beautiful, sensuous thing magazines and books try to display it as. it's hot, messy, intense, and frankly you might not even remember half of it. but their time together, itadori's first time, belonged to itadori. no one else was taking it from him.
but please keep all those really mushy thoughts inside. they'd make him feel really weird because when the fuck has he ever given anyone those kinds of feelings? a failure like him only brought disappointment, usefulness/uselessness, and anger. he didn't even get chummy with his allies in the league. well, maybe some of them he got on with better than others. but none of them would say he made them feel like itadori's silently saying dabi made him feel.
fingers brush at his hair and the villain keeps his partner in his gaze. special, huh. he turns his eyes away from itadori and gazes up at the ceiling.]
First time anyone's told me that.
[he never made his parents feel "special". only ambition, disappointment, pain, and annoyance. even his siblings couldn't understand him or ultimately grew tired of him. hell, the one barely even knew him. no one else in the league would say he made something 'special' by being there.]
It's pretty good. Sometimes can get even better. [the shift to the physical response is an easier topic to settle into. dabi chuffs in amusement.] Ya made it pretty long for someone who doesn't even jerk off. [kind of expected him to explode the second he stuck his prick in.] Ya mouth, huh. Sorry I ain't the kind ya can leave a buncha marks on.
[no hickeys for you, itadori. at least not on the neck and shoulders where most people would instinctively leave them. the little dip back into doubt earns a wry smirk and dabi runs his hand through his hair.]
Don't have best or worsts. But ya were definitely one I ain't forgettin. [which probably says a bit because dabi's the kind to forget a lot of things he has no use for remembering. but at the mention of his hand, he simply lifts his injured hand (breaking the clotting seal on the wound), and looks at it. normally he'd just torch his own hand and cauterize the wound shut to deal with later, but figures doing so would lead to itadori freaking the fuck out and still demanding he treat the injury.] Ain't got no medical kit in here, so unless ya gonna do it over the sink with water, I'm burnin it shut.
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[ dabi deserves to hear it, not for the sake of stroking his ego, but more of itadori trying to create some balance in contrast to all the negativity that man heard throughout his entire life. true, dabi is no saint. he is worth condemning, hating, and being feared by society for his past actions. there are consequences for the choices he made, but how can we neglect the key question of 'what went wrong?'. the broadcast begged its viewers to ask this question, even when dabi's objective isn't to seek sympathy; it was more of crushing the trust on heroes. one might say he attained that goal, or maybe it was a miss. it didn't matter to itadori. in the end, he chose to use it as a foundation in understanding that man better.
he is not— malicious? when they coexist outside their ideology, dabi's ambitions and itadori's society, he gets to see someone else entirely. it's not an infamous villain and a murderer. it's just ... dabi. there is more to him than his troubled past and enmity towards heroes. why can't they separate the actions from the person? and with such a fond thought, his following words missed to match. ]
I used to jerk off. I have some experience, you know!
[ why did he even share that out loud? he squints at the other, lowkey blaming him for the slip because he can! his expression eased when dabi confessed that he wouldn't forget about their time together and— really, it's his fault if this kid grew attached to him. for someone who didn't know the art of being bashful and chill, itadori straightened his back with a smug grin on his face. ]
Not so bad for your first time, Itadori Yuji! Not so bad.
[ before dabi could take this moment from him, the sorcerer pushed his weight off the bed, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he flexed his sore muscles. he stretched his arms forward, held it for a second, before they drop dead to each side with a heavy sigh. if he had a choice, he'd rather curl up against dabi's warmth, nestle under the blanket and surrender to his exhaustion. that sounds so tempting. alas, being covered in dried sweat/blood/cum didn't fit that perfect image. it is fated to ruin the mood at some point.
so, he nods towards the bathroom's door- ] You're right about the medical kit, so let's just rinse out the blood and clean up at the same time.
[ after everything they've done, sharing a shower is pretty timid. ]
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stay and say those things about him. it's strange to even hear someone to voice them. that pure desire to know him more and understand, without letting him go diving into his fires to spew vile at him about his father. just some random mystery guy who thinks dabi's a pretty interesting person. not a villain or an insane shit or even an ugly charred monster. he treats him like a human being.
it's a rare experience.]
Wow. Ya so cool now, kid.
[far less mocking and more languid teasing. rubbed him wrong enough he felt the urge to blurt that out huh? amazing. dabi ignores the blaming squint and lifts a shoulder in a dismissive shrug. blame him all you want; you're the one that said it, itadori. the nonchalance, however, falters somewhat when the other guy sits up all straight and preening and... fucking congratulates himself out loud. first you get defensive about your jerking off experience, and now you're awarding yourself?]
I take it back. You're an idiot.
[which yuji has not only confessed to but accepted and carried on with his life. which carried him right off the bed as well. good thing he got those damn pants off him earlier or he probably would've tripped over them and fell. dabi rolls his head to the side, watching in mild interest as itadori stretches, eyes wandering over the built-yet-slender musculature flexing beneath his skin. the dried fluids on him didn't detract much from the sight. hmph... next time, dabi's fucking him into the bed. decided.]
How efficient. [heaving a sign, the villain slips out of bed and stretches his arm over his head, grabbing at his elbow to pull it. legs pull a bit, thanks to being wrapped around itadori's waist for half the fuck. but despite all his scars and staples, he doesn't seem at all bothered to walk the room naked. at first he'd been self-conscious about his scars, hiding away after stumbling off the mountain burning and cooking. but hiding them was impossible, so he left them open casually and wore what he wanted, soon getting used to the reactions they got from other people. worth it.]
Ya ever cleaned a wound before? [right, sharing a shower between them was mild compared to what they'd just done. then again, shower sharing is more intimate than a rough fuck, but whatever. he'll do it. just... might take a few minutes for the water to warm up since this is a dirt cheap motel. unless itadori wants to go for a bath. dabi'll scowl over being a water heater, but will begrudgingly acquiesce if it goes that route.]
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I have, but I'm not good at it.
[ at least he's honest?
itadori isn't the type to pay attention to details, and when it comes to treating his own injuries, he's pretty negligent of following the necessary, tedious steps. all that matters is that he stops the bleeding, gives his body no excuse to lose consciousness, and then moves on with his day. when it's the other way around, and he's treating others— it's a different story. ah, the hypocrisy. in dabi's case, the lack of proper tools made it hard to clean those open wounds, make sure they won't get infected before applying the bandages. they will have no choice but to rinse them under the shower, and then scorch them shut.
he watched as the other man switched on the shower; observed as the water came gushing out, the pressure is average, but it's surprisingly clear. itadori half-expected to deal with an odd color, mixed with dirt and gunk— considering the low budget of this motel. as they wait for it to warm up; a few lazy steps brought him closer, arms finding their way around dabi's waist from behind, bodies pressed against each other. itadori kept his gaze on the running water, resting his chin on the man's shoulder as he spoke. ]
... This place is falling apart.
[ not only they can see the old age of the building from the poor structure of the bathroom walls, but it's also evident they haven't cleaned it after the previous guests. then again, he won't bitch about it. if it's the only place dabi felt safe in, where no one would recognize him, it's good enough. he leans his head against dabi's as he held him, eyes closed. itadori didn't let him go, not until the steam started fogging the small space, and that's when he finally relaxed his arms; reaching out to adjust the temperature before he, carefully, stepped under the warm flow.
there is barely room for another person here, but— whatever. ]
I have a feeling we gonna' run out of hot water soon ...
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Don't worry about it.
[he can patch himself up without a problem. he's always taken care of himself after the mountain fire. treating his own burns, cleaning his own wounds, stapling his own flesh, occasionally burning himself on purpose if it was needed. not that he'll be showcasing any of that since there's no first aid kit to be had. at least they can wash off and he can cauterize it. (though he is mentally checking the rest of his body for any other cuts. there's gonna be bruises on his hips at least. itadori's got a singed hand.) sex without any kind of ache isn't common if you're just going to blow off steam. least the kid can go home with some mark of pride rather than feeling glum about only leaving the on dabi.
hmph... maybe he should bite him before he leaves.
the shower knobs are cold under his hands, the old plus-shaped metal knobs giving away the age of this place's setup. hell, even when they're knocked off, seems like the motel goes out of its way to replace them with crummy cheap shit. well, keeps the cost down. or they simply like the atmosphere. easy to abandon if need be. water spurts and coughs from the shower head a few times as the temperature changes and the hot water heater kicks in. luckily they escape from getting a bunch of dark water on their faces.
arms find their way around his waist and dabi turns to look at itadori from his shoulder. that's not exactly a sensation he's felt... ever. it's quickly muted by a strong body pressing up against his own, but the feeling remains. it's not some reach around jerk off or even a sex-laded drag backwards. an embrace. when's the last time he had someone simply put their arms around him for the sake of holding him and nothing more? those sensations are quietly shocking enough that he doesn't answer right away.]
... With the company they keep, ain't surprised.
[it's less they don't recognize people and more they don't care to remember or know. at least the shower's not a blood-splattered mess when they get there. when itadori leans his head against his own, dabi tilts his head to the side with a small frown. not that he can go too far is the sorcerer chases his head cause he's a stubborn idiot. bleh... don't get all nuzzly with him. he's not a cuddler
at first. but in compromise, he's not shaking the guy's arms off his waist. with the shower hot enough, dabi steps to the side, letting itadori get in first to have a few moments to rinse off by himself. then gets in---squeezes in---with him. he's a bit more of a mess than itadori, but doesn't seem to mind the close proximity as he starts rinsing off.]It's fine.
[he can at least warm the area up in spite of the colder water.]
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it's a tad cramped, making it hard for them to avoid each other's eyes. it wasn't awkward, oddly so, itadori found comfort in their silence as they cleaned up. he didn't reach for the bar of soap yet, instead settling on caressing his hands under the stream; rinsing them. he wasn't even aware on when his gaze started to drift lower, tipping his head with a subtle frown when those blemishes on dabi's hips caught his attention. let's add another note: be careful with your strength next time.
— next time? ah, he wondered if that's possible under their circumstances. they were merely lucky tonight. ]
I think we should talk about boundaries. [ he finally broke the peace. ] I think we both agree on keeping our own affairs private. It's a pretty easy agreement to make since we don't clash.
[ this triggered a random thought in the back of his mind, something he'd been considering for a while. he had a feeling the hero society might be aware of jujutsu sorcerers since the japanese government is involved. it's a wild guess, from a kid who didn't have the brains to defend his theory. he just assumed the government wouldn't gamble on keeping the heroes, which is another significant asset to them and their security, oblivious by other threats within the community, right? would that mean some villains are aware of it too?
for now, he didn't need to repeat himself and express his opinion of dabi's part in the hero/villain friction. or, remind him that he— wish to be blinded of it. itadori felt like a coward to act this way, pay no attention towards a man who is motivated to ruin many lives, spread fear and animosity. it won't be easy, yet it's a promise he plans to keep. ]
I'll ask for one thing. Give me a heads-up if you choose to stop seeing me. Don't disappear.
[ was it a cruel judgment to make of dabi? that man spent most of his life on the run, leaving people behind who are deemed useless, and just because he was kind to itadori tonight— it didn't mean he wouldn't be treated the same. as someone expendable once the curiosity lost its spark. itadori is not here to entertain, carry a show for the sake of keeping dabi interested. all he can offer is a warm meal, friendly company, and lend an ear. pretty mundane things. not dabi's type.
with the bar of soap squished between his hands, he lathers them up; his mouth quirks. ]
Let me guess your boundaries. No fluffy feelings, right?
*cracks knuckles* and now i've finished binging jjk ~ thanks for enabling me
maybe... maybe he doesn't mind it so much at the moment. itadori's never demanded or pushed too hard. the entire interaction has been positive. thus, he gets away with his arms around dabi and those more intimate motions. for the most part. he's not stopping the touches to his hands, letting itadori turn them over in his hand, clean between his fingers, inspect the damage, even as they stand more or less pressed together under the water running out of the shower head. it's not hard to feel his eyes wandering down his body, looking at the mixture of clean skin and scars.
dabi takes a few of those silent moments to look at---really look at---itadori's face. his eyes, the scars, the emotions that rest behind them. for all his light-heartedness, he carries a huge weight inside him. enough he reaches out to strangers for some sense of relief from it. likely the very core of reason behind his desire for dabi not to get involved. hn... easy enough. he doesn't have time or attention for itadori's realm's problems. got enough here. speaking of.]
That's been the agreement since the start.
[dabi's not told itadori about anything he hasn't seen on the news or in the video. and similarly, despite the occasional prod, dabi's not learned anything about itadori's whatever. which is fine for the most part. he really doesn't like people knowing something he doesn't, especially when those things might involve plans behind the scenes. but he's compromised silently and respected itadori's request not to pry for the sake of not poisoning their time together with their private affairs' shit. it's only the potential clash that might happen that keeps a wary person like dabi curious.
if there are other villains aware of the jujustu sorcerers, that information's been kept at a very close guarded secret. so far no one in dabi's section has heard of it, despite the league joining with the liberation front. perhaps all for one knows about it, because he's all for one, the once king of the underworld. but so far, nothing. it's likely kept to an as-needed basis for the heroes. after all, who really would care if a villain got crunched to death by a curse in the alleyway? at the same time, it's the villains who would likely be the ones causing and generating much of those negative emotions.
perhaps it's for the best. there are many of those downtrodden by society who---if made aware of curses and jujutsu sorcerers---would eagerly jump towards becoming curse users, if not wouldn't sit down and instantly start cranking out so much hate and despair so as to create more misery and attack the heroes with this new power. then again... how many already superpowered heroes wouldn't adopt into the jujutsu sorcerers power and skills and seek to ally to fight the new enemy. they are heroes after all.
it's not cowardice so much as choosing the devil he knew over the devil he didn't. dabi hasn't looked down on itadori for not speaking to him about it. of course, if he tried to interfere with the villain's path, they would clash. perhaps he might not want to kill itadori as callously as he would have before, but... ultimately, revenge is far more important to dabi than a fuck and a friend.]
Not really smart of me to contact ya if I'm plannin on disappearin. [wasn't a cruel judgement at all. it was accurate. he's dropped more important people for less even faster. and normally he kills people he has no intention of seeing again. burning off the loose ends.] But I'll give ya a heads up.
[if only for the meal and the sex. as suds lather up between itadori's fingers and dabi thinks over his own boundaries, he ultimately reaches up and adds his hands to the other guy's hands, letting him work lather over them as well. the water's not coming fast enough, so a mutual soaping won't be a problem. as for himself... dabi gives itadori a flat look at the comment and takes over running the suds along his shoulders and neck. staying in the shower for a long time isn't a preference. it... does things to his scarred flesh that make it kind of gross. still... he does kind of want to stick around in here with itadori for a while, so it might be worth the result.]
Ya can get all the fluffy feelins ya want. Jus' don't expect me to mirror them.
[fluffy is not a word used to describe dabi. and it's a joke if itadori's suggesting he'd be able to curb his own feelings while being with dabi. kid's gonna be fluffy no matter what dabi says to him. so why waste the time fighting that losing battle?]
I laid out my boundaries already. If ya wanna meet, we'll set it up right before. No 24 hr or longer plans. We meet alone, but I ain't settin a time limit once we're together. [that can stay flexible. whether it's an hour or they end ups doing a sleepover, whatever.] Only other thing is don't expect me to be on call for ya. I ain't pickin up the phone if I'm busy.
omg I'm glad you enjoyed it! <33
We deserve to hear a goodbye, right?
[ while it was tempting to use that opportunity to change dabi's mind, because itadori is fucking selfish and wouldn't want to respect that man's wishes if that time comes— but he knew that's not how it works between them. they are both gambling with their lives every single day, they both had purposes that are deemed far more important than chasing some fever dream. however, if they somehow make it, if dabi didn't grow tired of him before his execution date, or didn't end up dead himself, itadori will dare to call it a happy ending.
the water started losing force, and it is also losing its warmth. it's mildly bothersome, yet itadori is sedated as he watched their hands brush against each other; one corner of his mouth perked up into a slow smile. smitten. sure, it was a tease, those fluffy feelings. or, that's what he thought the second he said it. now that he thinks about it, staring down at his own hands as he missed dabi's touch— he realized it was a reflection on what his subconscious is already aware of. ]
... I don't expect you to return it. You really can't force that kinda thing ...
[ as dabi continued clarifying his other boundaries, itadori thought about what kind of feelings he had for dabi. was it romantic? is it a silly crush? no. those concepts seemed far too empty. the guilt he carried by turning a blind eye to the villain's resolve might have to do more than his fear for the innocent civilians. there is a sense of culpability towards the man before him. it's like watching someone you care about self-destructing, digging his own grave, and all you can do is shrug it off and declare 'it's not my problem'. how can guilt and attachment harmonize together so perfectly?
that's when the water's temperature begun to drop; not yet freezing, but very uncomfortable. itadori glanced toward the other, sighing softly. if they had the option, he would've wanted to attend to his hair as well, but he's fine with getting all the dried mess taken care of for now. he brought a hand up to smooth over a scarred cheek, lightly curling a few hair strands behind dabi's ear as he leaned in for a chaste kiss; nothing more than a brush of their lips. ]
Got it. When you're not so busy, return my calls then. Don't just stare at your notification and do nothing.
[ he then turns to the side, careful with his balance as he stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel. it looked ... decent? no visible stains. let's not try to inspect if it's clean enough, or smell it, he'll just — take a leap of faith and start drying himself; attending to his drenched hair first and then down to his arms and shoulders. he's not dismissive of dabi, if anything, he kept his focus on him the whole time. he wondered if he's bothered by the cold water at all — or is it another blessing of his quirk? ]
it was good~
deserve to hear a goodbye? dabi merely cants his head to the side, giving him a look that said the opposite. "deserve" around him is a tricky slope. since he already got so much he'd never think he'd "deserve" and yet there it is. all over his body. and his father remains at the top, despite deserving nothing less than life imprisonment. who deserves anything?]
Ya want a goodbye.
[it's fine if itadori wants to be selfish around him; dabi has no right or reason, much less ability, to control that. he's already warned him and retreated, but the sorcerer keeps coming, so much that it's simply not worth the effort to tell him no. itadori can do as he pleases; that means nothing to how dabi reacts. pure as that. maybe the kid could stand to be fucking selfish for once. instead of tossing his life around like it's nothing, trying to save everyone he can and yet sticking himself as nothing more than a cog in a machine. funny thing about cogs... they're small and overlooked, but if one of them breaks, the entire structure grinds to a halt and ultimately collapses in a broken heap. if not, that cog obviously wasn't doing shit and never should've been there in the first place.
dabi's aware he's no longer the cog, but the fucking wrench. his father wanted him to be a hammer, but nope! far more enjoyable to throw himself in there and watch everything crumble around him. might be a gamble, but he's gambled before. hell, his very existence was a gamble, created to inherit power and achieve what endeavor couldn't. his gamble failed. too bad for endeavor it didn't die.
whatever ending he winds up with, likely none of them have itadori in them. the kid has his own life to tend to, far more important things to do than get himself involved with a villain drunk on revenge.
one touch after another, water losing its weight and warmth. he ignores it easily, eyes training on itadori's hands as they move with his own. touching each other and spreading the soap along the curve of shoulders or the cut of collar bones. further down to the sculpture of musculature that's different for both of them, a cable for itadori and a wire for dabi. but his hands are warm... even without a quirk, itadori's hands are warm. does he miss that warmth? not particularly. would he mind having it on him again? ... no. kinda liked it.]
Don't worry. [in that dismissive tone which implies he's gonna say something that'll be opposite the words he just said.] If I die, you'll hear about it pretty quickly.
[yep. definitely something not to worry over. check the papers for the obituaries or the headlines. dabi won't die a pathetic unknown out in the wilderness where no one knows. even if he does, his little brother will probably interrogate the whole damn villainous army on his body's whereabouts. shouto's an emotional little shit who'd chase him to the end of the world if he could.
stand aside and watch me burn. basically what he's telling the other guy to do. this isn't itadori' business or his concern. without knowing anything else about the kid's background or what he's doing, dabi can't hold any preference on itadori's own well-being. apart from mildly being interested in knowing if he's dead or alive, the villain couldn't give much of a shit. without a use for his plans within him, itadori's mostly an escape from his stress and life. which, ironically, he'd be pissed about losing. at least he can admit to that even if it's only been one conversation, a meal, and a fuck. hmph... something he'll have to think about in a little bit.
what itadori feels when he touches dabi under the cold water should tip of him to that question following him in the shower. his scarred body isn't shivering a shred and his skin continues to feel quite warm to the touch. this is the curse of his pathetic mother's genes... instead of developing a resistance to high temperatures like his father, dabi received his mother's resistances to freezing temperatures. and with that furnace of a quirk inside him, doubly resistant to cold. albeit meaning he's physical clashing in compatibility with his own quirk; his body couldn't handle the heat of his own flames and thus overusing them cooks his flesh and body from the inside out. a cold shower like this is nothing.
he accepts the kiss, not leaning into it much, but still returning it with a slight tilt of his head. no real regret for missing out on a hair wash. asides from some sex tousled fluff, it's not like either of them had much mess up there. soaking in the water did it well enough. dabi lets his hands slide off itadori's body in the meantime, giving him permission to leave as he's planning. he'll take a few more seconds in the shower to ensure a rinse off is complete, eyes following the other guy. true, he could've heated the place up easily enough, but they're not at that stage to where he'd use his quirk as some gentle benefiting space heater.]
Ya worry too much. [telling him what to do and all. might stare at the notification and do nothing for the first time or two just to be petulant.] I'll get to ya when I'm able.
[that's all he'll give. at least the towel is clean. this place does have a washer/dryer somewhere in the building. dabi steps out after those few seconds and snags a towel from the counter. wasn't in there long enough for his skin to get weird, though it has soften a little around the edges where the seams meet. enough you could probably peel it if you wanted. there are areas on him where the burned flesh and healthy aren't entirely joined, particularly the areas between the staples. raw flesh lies beneath, peeking through if things stretch too far in the wrong direction. it'll dry out soon enough and be safer to manage.]
Ya did well. I liked it. So next time- [and tosses the towel onto the door as he heads from the bathroom.] -I'm topping.
[show him the other side of that pleasure.]
yay ;u;
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