[ friends or not, there should be some level of shared respect if they're going to be vulnerable with each other. that's what it is, whether dabi wants to acknowledge it or not. it's hard not to be bare in a sense, not only physically, but emotionally as well. the villain can pretend he's this stoic prince all he wants, and while itadori lacks the experience, he knew emotions will be involved. it could either be good or bad, dissatisfaction or lust. a moment where you drop your guard, stop thinking, maybe go as far as being needy for the other. who knows? it just felt like he's about to witness a whole other side of dabi, and one that's foreign about himself.
itadori expected some opposition to his ultimatum, considering what he's asking for, but held his ground and kept his eyes on the other as he inched closer; attentive. it's only when he heard the word 'thanks'— the intensity behind his gaze eased. a sigh of relief followed, shoulders relaxing. ]
You're welcome.
[ a moment later, one of his hands slipped forward, fingers hooking into one of dabi's belt loops to draw him even closer, bodies pressed together. for someone who was on edge around him— it was somewhat intriguing to watch the other loosen up a little. it's about time. his other hand released the bag as it fell down to the ground in a loud thud; a nudge of his foot pushed it aside so it wouldn't get in their way. a deep breath; itadori is still a bit restless, but no longer crippled with fear. if he dares to admit ... he's actually excited? once his mind is resolved over the idea of having the freedom to do what he wants— this kind of control can be addicting.
he brought his hand up so he could smooth over a disfigured cheek, taking a moment to feel the coarse texture before lightly angling the other man's jaw up to him with a crook of his fingertips; admiring such unique features up close. his gaze shifts lower and on those lips, he then leans in without a hint of reluctance. the kiss is gentle, slow, and experimental. it was hard to avoid the cool touch of a piercing or two, but it didn't pester itadori at all.
the first kiss didn't linger. he breaks it off soon after, blinking at dabi as if he expected to be pushed away? no? okay since that's not the case, the next one had more spark into it; lips parted slightly. he tilts his head, enjoying the warmth spreading from dabi's body. if he thought that was a turnoff, it isn't. it was more welcoming.
but— just to be safe.]
... Keep it cool.
[ he muttered without breaking off the kiss, fingers working on stripping dabi off that jacket, allowing the heavy fabric to drop down to the floor. ]
[is that how he views it? respect comes before physical vulnerability? what a naive guy. you can hate the fucking guts out of someone and still have sex with them. for dabi, it's ironically more a matter of trust than of respect. whether that's trust in your partner not to kill you or yourself to catch any attempt on your life is up to the individual to decide. but for all his naivety, itadori's not wrong. there is a level of emotion that'll be involved and not even the flame-scarred villain's able to escape from that. he says he's not much on "feelings" anymore, but he's also still alive and thinking. what sort of thoughts would be invoked when itadori's sharing his bed? ... not a question he can answer here.
there's a politeness that comes from training, respect, obedience. and then there's a politeness that is knowledge only and soaked in sarcasm. dabi toes the line between them. refusing to become a nice guy, but at least showing some shred of the few still raw parts of his person enough to offer sincere gratitude. quick, here and there, obviously not something he wants to dwell on, but it's there.
for a moment, when itadori's shoulders relax and that quiet "you're welcome" comes through, a flicker of something... something... wanders across dabi's face. surprise? curiosity? maybe a tiny bit touched? a little rouse of humanity within him that feels a sliver of "better" with his thanks accepted.
but it's when one hand moves forward and there's a hook-and-tug in his beltloop that really seems to tell him this is happening. for a moment, the razor's edge of decision kept them both tense, unsure and cautious. now there's no going back. and that's fine with him.
dabi steps forward, one boot landing beside itadori's sneaker what's with you and deku and fucking red shoes as he goes past personal space and into physical contact. there's a press of body warmth far different than his own, and a much more solid figure than he'd have thought under those clothes. chest to chest, stomachs grazing, a husk of belt buckle on cloth, knees and legs touching, contact all at once. the "thud" beside him doesn't bother dabi in the slightest, attention and eyes more focused on itadori in front of him. he can almost feel his excitement. it's... kind of catching.
turquoise eyes drop to the kid's mouth, noting the scar on the side of his lip, the harsh slice between his eyes. battle scars. the fact there's no flinching from itadori as he couches his burned flesh silently gives him more points. dabi lets his head turn as fingers encourage him to lift and tilt, exposing the wrinkled, purple scorch covering the lower half of his head and neck. his composure remains as cool as ever, though there's a question brewing inside even as itadori lowers his hand and leans in.
no hesitation. dabi allows him to kiss him. three sensations immediately: the smooth of his upper lip, the gnarled surface of the lower, and the metal staple cool and unforgiving. conversely, dabi only really feels the warmth and softness of itadori's lips on his upper one. it's mostly just numb pressure on the lower, requiring something harder to reach the nerves under his damaged skin. but his lips feel nice... when's the last time he's been kissed gently? without fear, with interest beyond take and go.
the kiss breaks and dabi's breath carries from his lips to itadori's. he doesn't push him away, though does turn his hand lazily uncurls his fingers close enough to the kid's unused hand that their fingers brush together almost "accidentally" on purpose. a second kiss, a little firmer, and he feels it more. this time, dabi returns it, a light nudge of his head forward to give itadori something back.
all right... now he's interested.]
That was lame. ["keep it cool". so punny. but his voice lacks the bite from before and dabi lifts his shoulders as itadori pushes the coat off his upper body. heavy leather and metal cuffs sink onto the floor with a rush of material and two muffled 'thuds' as the clothing hits the deck. a threadbare white t-shirt hangs on his upper body and that's when dabi finally reaches a certain point.
for the first time, he's the one to catch itadori by the wrist and stop him, looking into his eyes with an unreadable expression. but the question on his lips holds weight from... a lot of thoughts.]
Ya really okay with this? Wastin ya "firsts" on this?
["this" meaning a scar-covered, sociopath villain who wouldn't push itadori out of the way of a bus if he saw it coming a mile away and doing it here in a dirty abandoned cabin in the middle of a small, old woods.]
[ it's those little things that seemed to speak the loudest. from the way dabi looked at him when he accepted his gratitude, to the brief brush of his fingers against his own a moment later. for some reason, they all felt more soft than sexual; reaching. an impression he didn't expect from the villain at all. one that made itadori be drawn to him more; subduing his dreads into a hushed lull. there's something more to that man, he is certain of it at this point.
however, this is their unfortunate fate, whenever the sorcerer got too close to comfort, dabi would push him away. this time it was more evident, leaving no room for speculations, or 'maybe I'm imagining it' — it's as real as those bruised fingers around his wrist.
startled, itadori is quick to raise his free hand up, taking a step back while muttering 'sorry!'. the initial thought is: he must've done something wrong, and whatever it was, dabi didn't appreciate it. mild panic takes over, staring and trying to read those subtle doubts behind an expression so unfamiliar to him. he parts his lips, close to asking what's wrong, only to be interjected by an odd question.
is he really okay with this? ... wasting his firsts?
he allows himself a second to breathe, let it sink in, and with a soft sigh— he shakes his head. he has no intention to lie to dabi, and he won't start right now. there's a hint of remorse in his tone, but it wasn't directed at the man before him. no pity either. no, it was more of itadori skipping a few steps and embracing vulnerability so early on. ]
Well ... I'm not okay we're doing it here? The place is kinda nasty, but- [ he shrugged with a lighthearted chuckle. ]- it's the best we can do? It's not like I can take you back to my room, or ask you to rent a nicer place? Your face is all over the news.
[ there's a pause, tentative perhaps, he then decided to lean forward, so he could brush the back of his fingers against dabi's cheek. the following confession might not be too easy to say, but— again, he is committed to be honest. itadori planned to repress it at first and wake up tomorrow feeling like shit. however, with this given opportunity- ]
I want you. It's not a waste of my 'firsts'. But I kinda hate myself for basically confessing that I'm using you right now, which I am. I feel shitty about it. Ah, I guess that's lowkey ruining my 'firsts' ...
[ he knows. he knows dabi is not into the 'good guy' bullshit, and he knows he will insist it's normal to share a bed with a stranger, to be used like that— sex is sex! it means nothing. he knows the mockery that will slip out of his mouth in any second now, but he asked and itadori answered. straightforward, without tiptoeing around it or offer sympathetic lies. it did feel wrong in the end. a part of him knew dabi will walk out of this with a smirk on his face, reassuring himself this kid wanted nothing more than a quick fuck, like everyone else. point proven. let's add itadori to the fucking list. even when that's the image in his head, even when he's feeling so terrible ... the sorcerer is still going for it.
it screams hypocrisy, doesn't it? ]
We don't ... have to do anything extreme. You stopped me for a reason, and I respect it. I'll never force you into something you're not into. But, umm ...
[ god, how can he say this? how can he explain himself? while contemplating, his fingers trace lower, along the curve of dabi's neck, down to his chest, so reverently that he seemed almost scared of risking a full-palmed touch; as if he's not allowed that privilege anymore. ]
... Can we do something else? Being intimate doesn't necessarily have to be sexual, right?
[ honestly, dabi is allowed to call him desperate now. he won't be mad, nor would he care. ]
[as much as he tries to ignore it and hide it, unfortunately for dabi, even his sociopathic aims and thoughts can't stop him from being human. under the charred black and enraged agony, he's raw. there's hesitation and caution, but this time it's aimed at someone else. not so much caring about itadori's feelings, as he would've agreed to have sex anyways, but perhaps it's a silent repayment for the guy giving a shit enough about a piece of crap like him to go out of his way and make a meal for him to eat in the safe comfort of someone who isn't looking to lock him up or change him.
a chance to walk away and save himself. dabi has no doubts about what he is, who he is, and yes, he does see itadori as a curious virgin with a somewhat-desperate interest in getting it on with someone new and exciting, and even a little dangerous, as some sort of escape from whatever shackles him from exploring sexually in his own life. for that reason as well, he wants the kid to understand exactly what he's getting into. to sacrifice his firsts with him... it's about itadori's comfort.
and he can't think clearly if he's touching him, hence the catch at his wrist and a momentary break in their connection. look at him, look at the mess he is, and make sure, really make sure, he wants to go forward with this. dabi's taunted him, tempted him, played him, and drawn him, yet after all of that, he wants to give him one last out. even as itadori steps backwards, the villain refuses to let his arm go, preventing him from pulling away or tugging free. the connection is still there, apology ignored because he did nothing wrong.
waiting for a few seconds as he watches itadori try to think about it himself. before getting the answer he could've guessed already. dabi's grip on his wrist slowly laxes. didn't think so. sex means something for itadori. it's not some throwaway action two people can drop into, engage in, and walk away from without thinking a shit about it. it's important to the kid. on the one hand, corrupting him like that would've been fun. on the other...
wait... here? dabi blinks once, a flicker of surprise and wry confusion crossing his face. it's the location that's bugging itadori?]
Ya serious? [kind of all he can ask at the moment. he'd been gearing up to let him go and put an end to the entire venture. apparently that's not going to happen immediately?] Che... what, ya wanna break into a department store and fuck on the display bed? [a beat before he muses another option.] Could always find a motel... they don't give a fuck.
[what a cliche, but it'd be better than a cabin in the woods. dabi's broken from his thoughts when a hand wanders across his cheek again. the confession that follows, however, hits in that somewhat bruised area where itadori's been punching so often tonight. saying he actually likes him enough to stubbornly continue to profess wanting him. dabi's eyes narrow a little when he says it's not a "waste" to be with him, though it's more out of consideration than deflection.]
Idiot. Ya shouldn't feel like shit about this. [dabi should, the sleaze, except he doesn't. as a hand slides down his chest, fingers tentatively checking to see if it's okay to touch, he's left thinking about this guy and what he's trying to do here. sex is sex, yeah. his mind goes exactly where itadori's suspecting it'd go.] If ya wanna save this for someone or somethin more "romantic" that ya care about, then ya really are an idiot for wantin to do it with me.
[he doesn't sound disappointed or angry. maybe lance of sarcasm through his voice in a way that suggests the underlying "told ya so" sentiment. yet itadori's not lying to him; he's behind honest and vulnerable and slight as it is, dabi's acknowledging that. protect me from what i want is an adage that could apply here. ironic that the villain would be the one to hypocritically consider 'protecting' this naive hero from his own confused, horny self.
truth be told, it'd be so much easier if itadori wanted nothing more than a quick fuck. and they wouldn't have stopped if dabi figured that's all the young sorcerer wanted. what moved his hand is the understanding that itadori did want something more than a quick fuck. this guy treated the villain like a human. so consider this a way to treat him like a human---and not a piece of meat---in return.]
Ya ain't forcin anythin on me. [his eyes still hang on itadori's, refusing to break the tether between them.] I stopped ya cause I ain't someone ya should be regrettin your choice over.
[his chest is as warm (hot) as the rest of him, though whereas itadori has the athletic muscle of someone who regularly works out with healthy food and supplements, dabi's defined pectorals and torso hold tight to his bones, developed from years surviving on the streets. a rope versus a wire. he can almost feel the desperation itadori's exuding, wanting badly to avoid leaving despite his misgivings and disappointments. for a few more seconds, dabi regards him, balancing between two options.
then breaks it with a sigh.]
How long ya got? Cause if ya really determined and this shithole bothers ya, I know a motel near here.
[ 'good guy' syndrome aside, itadori isn't conscious of the significance of the first sexual experience. movie society urged him to believe it was important, some nonsense about it being memorable and all— but is it really? it seemed a bit of an exaggeration, even when the idea of sharing this moment with a loved one is more appealing, it isn't so awful to try it out with a stranger either. it's less pressure. you know? in case he fucks up? it would be more embarrassing if it's with someone he's keen on impressing.
he raised an eyebrow, tipping his head to the side. ]
But you're helping me get better at it! My future partner will appreciate it more. Think of it as practical sex education!
[ what a lovely way of reminding dabi, once more, he's being used. he then scoffed, an easy smile paints his lips again. in all honesty, he understood why dabi is offering him one last chance to run out of the door, and in the privacy of his own mind, he has to admit it's ... sweet, in its own way. a psychotic murderer who hasn't forgotten to be human once in a while. it meant something to itadori, and he did consider what he's saying, subtly agreeing that he had a point. then again, time is not on his side. it's foolish to be holding out for a magical moment that might never come, with death knocking on his door whenever he steps out, unsure if he will make it back to the safety of his bedroom— can he really afford delaying it?
dabi didn't need to hear that, and he didn't want to bring up an issue so disheartening. instead, he will focus on the man before him; what an intriguing distraction he can be. since he made sure dabi isn't uncomfortable with his approach, itadori reckoned he's allowed to close the gap between them by taking another step; the pressure of his hands drew dabi's body up against his, the heat of his breath curled along the other man's ear as he whispered. ]
... We good? Anything else?
[ — not that he'd let the villain say another word, already kissing him again. still committed on keeping it slow, yet not as tender this time. almost as if he wanted to bury any other doubts they might have, unwilling to be pushed away anymore. there is a limit to the teasing itadori can handle in one night, and they have reassured each other enough. however, he didn't forget about the offer to change scenery, and while a motel is not the image of a clean environment, it is still better than this! he considers it, humming softly against dabi's lips.
soon after, he breaks it off- ]
Okay! Lead the way!
[ who is he to deny such a kind gesture? let's add it as a perk in this new adventure. it's hard to mask how exciting this is, and itadori didn't even bother to do so. ]
You sure you'll be safe? If it's a risk, it's not worth it. I don't mind a little dust. Might sneeze on you by accident, but that's not a big deal.
[maybe. there's a bit of thoughtful deliberation in those two words. a few moments ago, he would've answered that with a firm affirmative, but itadori's naivety in sexual experiences and his strange but honest interest in dabi are shaping the opportunity into something the guy might not really regret later on in life. all of that's laid out plainly when the kid starts talking about it being a learning experience and dabi actually breaks a wry grin up towards one scarred corner of his mouth. seriously, when he puts it that way, it's like he's doing the guy a favor by helping him practice.]
Hn. That's one way to look at it. [what a fucking ball of optimism. why is this sunshine down here in the ugly muck with the rest of filth?] All right. Guess it won't kill me to help ya practice.
[dabi's used to being used, as he's made obvious before. but at the same time, he's at a position in his life now where he doesn't do anything he doesn't really want to do. the fact he's stayed this long in the cabin and continues to carry on the conversation, entertain the idea, suggests he's not adverse to doing this either. he'd be far more pissed if itadori betrays him to the cops than has sex with him. the former would erode any sense of cautious interest between them; the latter ironically makes it easier for dabi to agree to another meeting.
don't call him "sweet", dammit.
as if the villain would consider the reality of risking death at every step out the door something disheartening; it's a fucking fact of life. he's not so positive to think he'll be guaranteed tomorrow, and he has no delusions over the two ends to his life in his future. still, itadori's proving to be an interesting distraction in his own right and dabi's finding himself... curious about him. what really's driving this kid to reach for him so much.
it's one of the reasons he answers to the physical draw as itadori steps up against him. pressing their bodies together, hands drawing him close, and a low hum drifting past his lips when the other guy's breath ghosts past his ear. the trio of silver hoops reflect itadori's mouth and dabi flicks his eyes to the side, more hearing his breath rather than feeling it on his charred flesh.]
We-- mph.
[so much for answering him. lips press to his own and this time, the villain returns it with a more interested firmness. he answers to his speed, not forcing anything hard against his mouth but rather attempting to mirror the pressure itadori's pressing to his lips. any other protests or deflects go up in flames and the ashes blow away. they're doing this.
dabi traces his tongue over his lips when itadori breaks the kiss and he uncurls his fingers again, flicking his nails across the guy's fingertips. figures he'd accept that offer to change scenery. the excitement over there is amusing. like a little kid ready to go on an adventure.]
Don't start worryin bout my safety. Ya won't sleep well if ya do.
[the words are less biting than normal, more teasing caution than anything else. worrying about dabi's safety when he's out here fighting heroes wanting to imprison him is just asking for sleepless nights in itadori's bed. not the kind of effort he feels the guy should waste on him.
leaving itadori to scoop up his bag, dabi heads out of the cabin, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. for obvious reasons, he doesn't opt to talk and keeps his silence even if itadori wants to chat. skulking through the shadows and keeping to the darker parts of the park gets them across the area and to the surrounding streets. from there, it's only a few alleys to cut through before they end up a few blocks away from the park. a motel sits nestled amid some old woods, ass shoved up against the old fence.
still, the woman at the counter doesn't even bat an eye when dabi and itadori walk in. she merely takes the cash the villain palms onto the countertop and slides the key across to him. with that, they're left to their own devices, no question for name or anything else. dabi leads the younger man across the faded maroon carpet, ignoring the dingy wallpaper as they finally stop in front of a door at the end of the building. key in the door, it swings open, and a simple room greets them.
one medium-sized bed, a small couch, two chairs and a little table, ac unit under the curtained window, and two lamps in the corners of the room on the diagonal. a single-sink bathroom sports a shower the size of a telephone booth, but it's still usable if two people don't mind squeezing together. despite the age and simplicity, the room's been cleaned and taken care of.]
How boucha not sneeze in my face? [dabi tosses the key to the table and faces itadori.] Welcome to sex ed.
[ imprisoning dabi might not be the big threat here— it's more of getting killed on the spot. then again, itadori didn't plan to stress about it, since that man is fixed with his resolve, unshaken with the grim consequences of going against his own family. itadori's words won't reach him, he knew. however, it felt a bit powerless to watch someone sabotaging themselves the way dabi is, unable to help. there's no happy ending to his story, and they both might agree to that, at least.
the walk had little to no exchange of words from either side; itadori would often glance at random directions, seemingly eyeing 'something' that is nonexistent. wherever dabi is leading him had all the classic signs of low inhabitants. it's that shady part of the city, one where you can spot a low-grade curse lurking around, not really harming anyone but hints to the type of energy this area allures. it didn't kill his anticipation, watchful as the lady behind the counter paid no attention to what stood in front of her: a) a well-known wanted criminal, and b) a teenager. all signs point to 'what the fuck?' and yet the exchange ended with no concerns, and they find each other in their new, private room. ]
... We could've had our dinner here.
[ instead of that shitty cabin. no, it's never too late to be offended that a motel was an option from the beginning. he threw the empty bag on the couch, turning on his feet so he could regard the other; under a proper light, dabi looked a bit different. everything is a lot more clear now, down to those small details in his unique features. he takes in a breath, fingers flexing on each side before he reached over to hold dabi's wrist; tugging him forward. ]
I am expecting you to give me some guidance, you know.
[ is he going to start treating this like an actual class? hell yes.
he then slipped his hands down along the other's waist, hands complying to the contours of dabi's body beneath his shirt, while the thin fabric rucked up around itadori's wrists, exposing more of the uneven patch of healthy/burned skin. there is no sense of urgency in his approach; in a way that reflects raw curiosity to being able to touch someone without any reserves. his gaze follows his own hands, attentive as he strips him off that shirt, getting rid of it. when he noticed the belt, he couldn't help but to huff-
way too many things to undress.
he disregards it, for now, settling on grabbing the other by the hips, supporting his body and weight for the few steps it took to the bed. he didn't stop, not until dabi's back was pressed flush against the mattress, and he could cant his hips for a bit of friction where their bodies met. that alone made his cheeks burn up a bit, and now he felt it's appropriate to ask. ]
Are you sure about the whole ... letting me top on my first time?
[ isn't he supposed to focus on repressing a certain something? ]
[in a way, that's the "best" possible outcome according to the heroes. imprisoning him would prevent him from killing more, could arguably save his life, and protect endeavor and his family from dabi's wrath. but then again, isn't that what the heroes always did? throw the problem behind metal and glass, then lose the key forever so they no longer have to see it or acknowledge it. it's amusing itadori wants to help, but as dabi told that little deku hero, this is family business. aka: piss off.
still, the fact itadori wants to stick with him, even for sex and meals, without trying to capture him or talk him into changing his mind, gives the other boy some advantage. he's a stranger and dabi doesn't much trust him, but he's certainly not acting like other heroes or villains he's encountered. he's never had a "neutral ground" person in his life of villainy before. it's... odd. already he knows itadori's not going to be a one-night stand, never to be heard from again; the kid's too stubborn and kind.
and weird. dabi doesn't miss noticing the way itadori's attention seems to wander. it's not the gaze of someone sightseeing. this guy's looking for something. keeping watch. not in the way that's looking to give a cue to someone in the wing either. it has to be connected to that mysterious "thing" itadori does for a living. admittedly, dabi's curious about it, especially since the kid's been tight-lipped on the topic. someday, he's gonna find out.]
Ya didn't think I'd trust ya that fast, didja?
[the cabin and the woods, as itadori correctly surmised, gave dabi the advantage in case of a fight or ambush. goes without saying he wasn't about to surrender that during a first-time meeting. as itadori looks at him, the villain is less guarded about taking in the other young man. those marks under his eyes, the double tone of his under-cropped hair, angle of his jaw, an attractive face even with the two scars. while the walls of his fortress haven't come down, dabi's at least come to the rampart to look over their proverbial edges. he steps forward when pulled by the wrist, moving back into itadori's space.]
On the right path.
[he has no real problem giving some instructions about sex. dabi lifts his arms a little, giving itadori more access to his waist. trim and athletic, but still owing most of that to rough living. not much of a pillow queen (when he doesn't feel like it), he settles for wandering one hand over itadori's shoulder, bunching at his jacket and getting a feel for his sculpture beneath. it's not surprising the kid's solid under his clothes. once again dabi's coat hits the floor in a crumple of leather and metal, soon after followed by the threadbare shirt and itadori's jacket.
even though he bared his upper half for his video and already made to strip it off in front of itadori during their first phone call, it's still the first time the kid gets to see everything up close and personal, for his eyes and his fingers. dabi fails to get to the kid's shirt before he's caught at the hips and pulled in. a strange sort of dragging waltz backwards through the room before the world tilts and he's pushed onto the bed, knees catching the edge of the mattress and his back landing on the cover with a lazy bounce. hips press to hips and dabi arches up into it with a low exhale, one bare arm winding around itadori's neck to pull him down close to him. fingers curl at the side of his neck, grazing the blunt edges of his nails at his throat and jaw as his thumb played over the flush on his cheek and the little mark under his eye.]
Yeah. It's easier for first timer's to top. Helps them feel like they're more in control.
[plus a lot of guys hear "take it up the ass" and instantly cringe over the pain before wavering on their confidence. besides, it's hard to learn something when you don't feel like you're in control. as for suppressing something... well... dabi hasn't burned himself up during an orgasm yet. and if itadori's concerned about suppressing his own "endanger my partners" thing during sex, dabi's not lost the ability to spontaneously combust beneath him.]
Ya wanna keep up the foreplay or jump right into it?
[dabi drags his hand down itadori's back, raking between his shoulder blades and then slowly fisting his hand in the middle of his back to bunch his shirt up one inch at a time from his waist.]
[ he does get a more intimate view of what he's dealing with, up close, and it took him back to their first conversation, when dabi expressed how he is in constant pain from his injuries. he can see it now; quite vividly. regardless, he's not going to start treating that man as if he's brittle. if he's here, compliant, there's no doubt he can endure it.
it's strange, considering how they are more comfortable with each other for a while now, but this comes off as the first time dabi actually— touched him? as gentle as it was, from the weight of that arm against his neck, the graze of fingertips over his throat and cheekbone; being pulled close. it's the type of intimacy itadori craved for. simply sharing space, indulging in a conversation, guard dropped. with a soft sigh, he allows himself to be subdued by it, unaware of the way dabi's thumb brushed over the 'tattoo' under each eye. a few things the villain might pick up on: the skin is abnormal, in a sense it had a distinctive texture, more delicate(?), and there is a very faint movement under his touch. alas, it's nothing that would unnerve someone coming from a society full of different quirks. itadori had seen people with colorful skin tones, multiple arms and legs, horns on their heads and all kinds of flavors of diversity, shapes and sizes. this minor detail is not so striking, is it? ]
Ah, well ... that does help. Being in control.
[ no complaining here. he hates to do it, to pull away from the warmth of dabi's body against his own, but he picks up on the little gesture and attends to get rid of his shirt. the contrast in their built spoke in volumes about the way their powers/quirks are used, clashing with dabi's, it's clear itadori is more of a close-range type. there are some bruises over his chest and abdomen, here and there, some seemed a few days old, healing, while others hint on as early as this morning. ]
I'm not sure if it's considered foreplay ... but- ...
[ despite his words, his expression turns rather demure; voice softens with a sly smirk of his own. "Don't rush", he told himself, inside the confines of his own mind— though he wanted desperately to do nothing else. his fingers brush along the curve of dabi's waist, perceptive in its nature, then finally works on unhooking his belt. itadori takes a moment to relish the view as two forefingers hooked through the hem of those pants/briefs, tugging the waistband lower, somewhat urging dabi to lift his hips before he dragged it all the way to his ankles. his hand then, gently, brush over the smooth skin of his inner thighs, spreading his legs apart ...
he wants this man to feel good, desired— this can't be a one-sided affair. or, maybe itadori is doing this for himself. in an odd way, this is the first thing he fantasized on doing the second dabi teased the thought of them fucking around, the image on the screen when the villain teased on stripping on the spot never left his mind for days. his eyes dared to catch dabi's, and that alone stirs something from within that is so unfamiliar. an uncomfortable warmth that is less innocent and more fervent.
it was why he parted his lips around the other man's cock, relaxing his throat so that he leaned in, the tight ring of his lips sliding slowly down the girth of dabi's prick. careful yet not timid, lashes low against his flustered cheekbones, and he muffles a moan against the hot flesh in his mouth. ]
[that attitude gets some silent points of acknowledgement from the other man. itadori isn't retreating from the sight of him or flinching his hands away over his scars. granted he's not grabbing and pulling at the stapled seams, but he's keeping up that habit of treating dabi like a normal person, not some psychotic villain (which he probably should) or some fragile patchwork that'll rip open.
for all his distance and jaded attitude, or perhaps due to it, dabi deals with touch starvation as well. like it or not, he's still human. so many people reject him or avoid him, others simply use him, that to have someone actively touch him, want to touch him, and touch him kindly like this... it's fucking unreal. and something he wants if he's ever honest with himself.
but he doesn't miss the subtle change under the pad of his thumb as he brushes that little tattoo. the softer texture, the slight movement, almost like touching the skin over a prominent vein, but not quite. still, considering he's partner with a guy who looks like a lizard, scales and all, it's far from the strangest thing dabi's touched. he opts not to spend more time on it than that and moves on to itadori's cheek and jaw once again. his skin's soft and smooth, warm beneath his touch and not shrinking away. a small hum wanders past his lips when the kid agrees with the control thing. some of that agreement's also to fly in the face of those assumptions itadori made about dabi's dominating preferences. yeah, he has them, when he feels like it. but other times, he's content to throw the reins in his partner's face.
with his fist crushing the majority of itadori's shirt in the back, he has to let go to give the guy space to strip it off. turquoise eyes wander down the sorcerer's bared torso, taking in the cuts of muscle and definitions. a martial artist or close-quarters-combat body from that build. his muscles are larger than dabi's definitions, likely speaking of better food and exercise, but still fit well on that athletically-slender frame. he looks nice, the villain'll give him that. a few bruises, but hell if he's concerned over them. itadori won't flinch over shit like that.]
Go for it. Almost anythin can be foreplay.
[as he says it, dabi reaches up to splay his hand across itadori's chest, resting on his left pectoral simply to get the contact between them back again. as the kid works on the heavy belt buckle, dabi brushes his thumb over a pink nipple, circling the little nub a few times. metal and leather click and flip as the belt's undone and pulled loose. the sensation of itadori's hands on his waist linger even as he takes care of his belt. two fingers hook inside and he lifts his hips from the bed, letting the other guy shuck his pants and boxer briefs down his legs until they catch around his boots.
while dabi does have smooth skin around his thighs, it only lasts along the upper half before a seam of staples and purple prelude almost the entirety of his legs being consumed by his burned flesh. like some damn thigh-high stockings running all the way from the middle of his thigh down to vanish into his boots. yeah, he's running out of "real estate" when it comes to his own fucking skin. but at least itadori gets to play with the upper part of his thighs and it leaves dabi shivering a little as fingers and palms brush along the sensitive skin between his legs. he lets him push his legs apart, at least until his ankles get shackled by his pants.
dabi tugs his head up, chin tucking so he can look down the plane of his body and catch itadori's eyes staring up at him from below. he doesn't look at all shy or cautious about this, brazenly unashamed about showing his body---ruined as it is---to the other young man. but the look in his gaze is still heated, burning behind the blue. there's actual interest there now.
a dark brow arches when the kid abruptly opens his mouth and wraps his lips around his dick. luckily for dabi, he's not had any flames scorching his cock, so at least the general area of his hips has been spared, lower stomach to upper thighs. for now. dabi's lips part as a low breath ghosts from his throat, eyes narrowing slightly as the first signs of some chink in his normal armor shows through. especially when itadori moans like that, the ripples running through his heated flesh.
if he was only semi-hard before, now his cock's quickly filling out the rest of the way. dabi reaches down and curls his fingers into itadori's hair, scraping his fingertips along is scalp before smoothing back down the back of his head. he doesn't push him down or buck his hips up, leaving him to explore the feeling of having another guy's dick in his mouth.]
Ya did that without even thinkin... Take it ya've watched a good bit of por-- [a brief tense and he narrows his eyes slightly.] Careful with ya teeth.
[ itadori muffles an incoherent apology with his mouth full of dick, one hand making a gesture as to reassure dabi it won't happen again. fuck, to mess up so early on, but it didn't leave him discouraged. instead he complies, committed to be mindful of his teeth, cautiously tipping his head to the side to experiment if he could go deeper, gag-reflex wise and all. slowly, carefully, until he felt the tip tease the back of his throat; that's when he leaned back, leaving a spit-slick, glistening smear over dabi's flushed cock. itadori takes in a breath, followed by a heavy huff, and then his lips curve. ]
I got this!
[ why did he even assume he'd be one of those weaklings who couldn't take a whole dick in their mouth without gagging? considering how he devours a large, spoiled curse finger at ease; swallow the whole thing in one go. of course he can fucking handle this! the ecstasy in his face didn't match the mature vibe of this moment, but that's itadori for you. when he's excited, it shows. he's not here to put on a fake facade.
you know what else is inappropriate? ]
Man, I'm a bit surprised. I didn't know it would be, uh, sensitive ... ?
[ -he murmurs while echoing dabi's little tease earlier, feeling up one of his nipples with the tip of his finger, wondering what else he's missing out on. this is where his simplicity shines so bright it's fucking blinding. yes, his modest brain thought this sensation was restricted to girls only. you know? a shocking epiphany. which explains why he thought it was an odd approach at first, until the 'oh' spark struck, and he was introduced into a world of new possibilities. yeah, he's learning a lot already.
dabi is welcomed to educate him further, as he used this opportunity to smother a few kisses against his thigh, not taken back when his lips brushed over the coarse texture of the scorched patches; equally giving them enough love, whether dabi can feel it or not. soon after, his free hand curled its fingers around dabi's arousal, this time he works them along his length; cautious not to squeeze too tight. itadori takes him inside his mouth again, tongue writhing against his cock in a sloppy, eager mess, and it felt fucking amazing. talk about discovering he might have an oral fixation; a kink maybe? it almost felt like he could get off on this alone. damn.
his abdomen clenched at the thought of deepthroating that man, and once he dares to do it— itadori's nails dug deep into the flesh of dabi's thighs, unconsciously, already promising him a few blemishes in the morning. he takes a much-needed moment to calm down, then slowly started rocking his head up and down, picking up on a rhythm. that's when he closed his eyes, shoulders shivering from the intensity of it all, unwilling to break it off, not even to catch his breath.
it was really not the plan to make it last this long, but surely dabi had enough stamina to keep it together. not that itadori would stop if he didn't— ]
[no problem with that. trying to talk around a cock in his mouth is something dabi expected this guy to do. that's the kind of excitable itadori is. the hand motion earns a brief huff and he drags a few pillows over so he can prop his head up without jacking his shoulders for minutes at a time.]
You can use ya teeth once ya get used to suckin on it.
[sort of an "advanced" technique he doesn't want itadori focusing on at the moment. alternating between lips and tongue (soft-to-firm and warm) and teeth (hard and "sharp) give different sensations that feels really good. but the temptation to bite is pretty strong when teeth get involved. dabi's not exactly the consoling type, so he's not rubbing itadori's ego over jumping the gun. but he did say he wanted lessons, so he'll coach him on his techniques and shit.
dabi's eyes lid halfway as the kid tilts his head like that and a hard swallow dips his scar-covered throat as itadori starts to lower.] Fuck, kid. Ya really tryin that arleady? [brave guy, attempting to deepthroat him just a few seconds after he put a dick in his mouth for the first time. either he's got no gag reflex or he's about to get a rude wakeup call for being overeager. but holy shit, it feels good, the way his mouth gets somewhat hotter towards the back and the space between his tongue and the roof of his mouth gets narrower. squeezing his dick until the tip of it just barely edges at the slick muscles in the back of his throat. before that's enough and itadori pulls off, unsheathing his dick like a spit-covered sword dragging past his lips one inch at a time.
it's a pretty hot picture... seeing him hovering over his dick like that, flush faced, lips glistening, kinda dazed.]
Don't rush yourself. We got time. [if he really wants to take the entire thing, dabi'd shove his head down via a hand on his pink crown. but that's not where they are (and they did just eat) so he'll let the other guy manage on his own. not that he doubts itadori'll manage it. the expression on his face and the intent in his voice state that clear enough. inappropriate be damned.]
Huh? [has this kid never jerked off bef-?] Oh. [his nipples. dabi drops his head back on the pillow, a low puff of breath escaping his mouth as fingers wander around one of his own. perhaps because he's burnt so much of his own flesh, the remaining areas are a little more sensitive. that or he simply doesn't get touched all that much. but it feels good, and the little bud quickly pebbles on his skin. yeah, itadori's a fucking simpleton, but there's something kind of relieving in that. he's so used to dealing with people who've got all this shit running around behind the scenes. it's nice to be with someone who can be taken at face value. for the most part, since itadori's still holding information out on him. but at least he's honest about it.] Ya doin well. Circular motions are pretty good.
[he might've said something about getting his mouth up there, but right now, said mouth is more wanted down below. like those kisses wandering over his thigh. dabi's eyes fall shut and there's no hiding the quiet breath of relief and want drifting over his lips. itadori's not running from him or turning away in disgust as his mouth goes from smooth flesh to wrinkled scars. dabi understands when partner's don't want to deal with his burnt parts; after all, there isn't much left in the way of surface nerves there. but this guy's not bothered at all by them and it's... fuck, it's not often dabi finds himself being treated--all of him--like a whole person. he can feel the pressure more than the general sensation, but that run of his lips still goes deeper than surface level.
okay, now his trapped lower legs are starting to become annoying.]
Ah, fuck... [dabi sucks in his breath, stomach hardening visibly as fingers curl round his cock again, the hardened shaft throbbing tangibly in itadori's grip. he's thought about getting piercings on his dick, a small frenum ladder on the underside, but so far that hasn't materialized. the sensation of his hand running up and down his shaft churns that thought back into being. before it goes right out his head when the tip of his dick's guided back into his mouth. dabi curls his fingers in itadori's hair, pinching some of the pink spikes between his thumb and side of his index.] Do that... with ya tongue again.
[that fucking writhing action's unreal, probably made better cause he has no fucking idea what pacing or rhythm is right now. yeah, there's some one-time-only pleasures to be had with a virgin trying to fumble his way around through sex. it's messy and eager and dabi'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. his abs harden again and he deliberately twitches his cock inside his mouth, letting him feel it jump and pulse against the roof of his mouth and his tongue. hey, if itadori want to try and get off on just giving a blowjob, dabi's not one to stop him.]
Ugh... there's ya go. [finally getting that stubborn deepthroat in action. he doesn't flinch from the powerful grip strangling on his thighs (his father gave him far worse bruising as a kid), lean muscle hardening under itadori's fingers as dabi physically resists the urge to buck his hips up and shove his dick all the way down the kid's throat. such a different contrast between the surface of his tongue and the roof of his mouth compared to the pillowy moist sticky of his throat wrapping all around his head. hell yeah, he'll trade some bruises and soreness in the morning for this bliss.
mild disappointment when he pulls back and out, but it's forgiven when itadori starts to bob. finding a rhythm all his own as his lips and tongue slide up and drop down the length of his cock. dabi smooths his hand over the sorcerer's head, carding fingers through his hair and thumbing at the ridge of his brow. his eyes crack open, almost glowing in the light as he watches itadori suck him off.] Gettin better already... try alternatin ya sucks. Drag on it when ya go down... that's it... relax ya throat... Now suck on the way up... Find which one's more natural for ya...
[he really doesn't mind this taking longer than expected. doesn't mind coaching him through it either. they've got all damn night as far as he cares. those different sensations wandering over his dick while itadori figures out what he likes more are all bonus for dabi.]
Lemme know if ya want me to start movin. [he did say itadori could call all the shots, so he'll ask permission before he thrusts his hips or pushes with his hand. though it's not too long before he starts rocking his legs at least, half on reaction, arching up on the balls of his feet and tenting his knees a bit above the rim of the mattress edge. other half because the villain's tempting with the idea of trying to toe his damn boots off and get his fucking pants off his legs.]
[ it was easy for someone to feel overwhelmed with the various instructions coming their way, trying to balance between what he wants to do, what he thinks is right, and what he's being told; getting pulled from one side to another. and yet, in a fucked up way— this turned into a perfect sync with all three directions. for starters, there is no rush, itadori took those words to heart, and he'd follow through. there is no sense of agitation, that all faded away when dabi started guiding him through it, being as understanding as he is, making the sorcerer feel at ease; no pressure from that man. any intensity itadori is experiencing at this moment is a mere result of his mind and body embracing all those raw emotions, attentive and starving for more.
yes, dabi reassured him not to rush, take his time, but— is it really possible? not only the teen hormones begged for urgency, but he is also accommodating to another creature who might be equally deprived. they are sharing a body, after all. what stimulates itadori's desires, could reflect on sukuna as well. while his earlier concerns revolved around the idea of losing control, that might not be the case here. it could be another predicament ...
obedient and eager, he follows through with every advice he got; using his lips, mouth, tongue even a brief graze of his teeth to further attend to his own kinks while pleasuring that man at the same time. itadori is anything but graceful in it, though. he's a hot mess; breath was coming in hard, short, shallow pants— face so feverish up to the tip of each ear, sweating already, eyes barely open. is it even normal to be this warm?! itadori wondered if dabi's quirk had an influence on it, or was that's how it's supposed to be? it made him so ... impatient and restless.
he muffles a heavy grunt, one hand patting on dabi's hip; beckoning him to do whatever his heart longs for. he can tug on his hair as hard as he wants, hold into it as he fucks itadori in the mouth— go for it. if anything, he'll encourage it by, finally, attending to their common enemy: dabi's stupid pants/boots. his lips thinned for a moment, slowly pulling away to catch a breather; then he ran his tongue along the points of his teeth, leaned back, let his lashes lower a little over his eyes as he regarded the view underneath. sure, they are using each other, no strings attached, nothing serious— but damn. he can't deny how enticing dabi is. ]
How important are your pants?
[ -because they happen to be an infuriating part of their night so far. regardless of how fast he wished to get rid of them, itadori was indulgent enough to remove each boot first, now able to pull on the thick fabric further, until dabi earned the freedom to move without any restrictions. with a satisfied smirk, itadori tossed the piece aside, he then contemplates something as his eyes wander over the other man's body once more— subconsciously ending up licking and sucking his index and middle finger while doing so. ]
Do we need lube? Maybe they leave some behind in those nightstands ... since most people come here to fuck, right?
[ it's a fair judgment to make, also a clear indication of what itadori wants to do next. in which he empathizes by slipping a hand underneath dabi's lower back, using the breadth of his hand to spread his cleft so he could probe at the tight curl of muscle there, spreading the slick of his spit. his other hand, groped the curve of his ass, somewhat lifting his hips as he parted his lips over dabi's dick again, tongue teasing the swell of his head— coaxing him to go for it. ]
[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. ]
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itadori expected some opposition to his ultimatum, considering what he's asking for, but held his ground and kept his eyes on the other as he inched closer; attentive. it's only when he heard the word 'thanks'— the intensity behind his gaze eased. a sigh of relief followed, shoulders relaxing. ]
You're welcome.
[ a moment later, one of his hands slipped forward, fingers hooking into one of dabi's belt loops to draw him even closer, bodies pressed together. for someone who was on edge around him— it was somewhat intriguing to watch the other loosen up a little. it's about time. his other hand released the bag as it fell down to the ground in a loud thud; a nudge of his foot pushed it aside so it wouldn't get in their way. a deep breath; itadori is still a bit restless, but no longer crippled with fear. if he dares to admit ... he's actually excited? once his mind is resolved over the idea of having the freedom to do what he wants— this kind of control can be addicting.
he brought his hand up so he could smooth over a disfigured cheek, taking a moment to feel the coarse texture before lightly angling the other man's jaw up to him with a crook of his fingertips; admiring such unique features up close. his gaze shifts lower and on those lips, he then leans in without a hint of reluctance. the kiss is gentle, slow, and experimental. it was hard to avoid the cool touch of a piercing or two, but it didn't pester itadori at all.
the first kiss didn't linger. he breaks it off soon after, blinking at dabi as if he expected to be pushed away? no? okay since that's not the case, the next one had more spark into it; lips parted slightly. he tilts his head, enjoying the warmth spreading from dabi's body. if he thought that was a turnoff, it isn't. it was more welcoming.
but— just to be safe.]
... Keep it cool.
[ he muttered without breaking off the kiss, fingers working on stripping dabi off that jacket, allowing the heavy fabric to drop down to the floor. ]
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there's a politeness that comes from training, respect, obedience. and then there's a politeness that is knowledge only and soaked in sarcasm. dabi toes the line between them. refusing to become a nice guy, but at least showing some shred of the few still raw parts of his person enough to offer sincere gratitude. quick, here and there, obviously not something he wants to dwell on, but it's there.
for a moment, when itadori's shoulders relax and that quiet "you're welcome" comes through, a flicker of something... something... wanders across dabi's face. surprise? curiosity? maybe a tiny bit touched? a little rouse of humanity within him that feels a sliver of "better" with his thanks accepted.
but it's when one hand moves forward and there's a hook-and-tug in his beltloop that really seems to tell him this is happening. for a moment, the razor's edge of decision kept them both tense, unsure and cautious. now there's no going back. and that's fine with him.
dabi steps forward, one boot landing beside itadori's sneaker
what's with you and deku and fucking red shoesas he goes past personal space and into physical contact. there's a press of body warmth far different than his own, and a much more solid figure than he'd have thought under those clothes. chest to chest, stomachs grazing, a husk of belt buckle on cloth, knees and legs touching, contact all at once. the "thud" beside him doesn't bother dabi in the slightest, attention and eyes more focused on itadori in front of him. he can almost feel his excitement. it's... kind of catching.turquoise eyes drop to the kid's mouth, noting the scar on the side of his lip, the harsh slice between his eyes. battle scars. the fact there's no flinching from itadori as he couches his burned flesh silently gives him more points. dabi lets his head turn as fingers encourage him to lift and tilt, exposing the wrinkled, purple scorch covering the lower half of his head and neck. his composure remains as cool as ever, though there's a question brewing inside even as itadori lowers his hand and leans in.
no hesitation. dabi allows him to kiss him. three sensations immediately: the smooth of his upper lip, the gnarled surface of the lower, and the metal staple cool and unforgiving. conversely, dabi only really feels the warmth and softness of itadori's lips on his upper one. it's mostly just numb pressure on the lower, requiring something harder to reach the nerves under his damaged skin. but his lips feel nice... when's the last time he's been kissed gently? without fear, with interest beyond take and go.
the kiss breaks and dabi's breath carries from his lips to itadori's. he doesn't push him away, though does turn his hand lazily uncurls his fingers close enough to the kid's unused hand that their fingers brush together almost "accidentally" on purpose. a second kiss, a little firmer, and he feels it more. this time, dabi returns it, a light nudge of his head forward to give itadori something back.
all right... now he's interested.]
That was lame. ["keep it cool". so punny. but his voice lacks the bite from before and dabi lifts his shoulders as itadori pushes the coat off his upper body. heavy leather and metal cuffs sink onto the floor with a rush of material and two muffled 'thuds' as the clothing hits the deck. a threadbare white t-shirt hangs on his upper body and that's when dabi finally reaches a certain point.
for the first time, he's the one to catch itadori by the wrist and stop him, looking into his eyes with an unreadable expression. but the question on his lips holds weight from... a lot of thoughts.]
Ya really okay with this? Wastin ya "firsts" on this?
["this" meaning a scar-covered, sociopath villain who wouldn't push itadori out of the way of a bus if he saw it coming a mile away and doing it here in a dirty abandoned cabin in the middle of a small, old woods.]
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however, this is their unfortunate fate, whenever the sorcerer got too close to comfort, dabi would push him away. this time it was more evident, leaving no room for speculations, or 'maybe I'm imagining it' — it's as real as those bruised fingers around his wrist.
startled, itadori is quick to raise his free hand up, taking a step back while muttering 'sorry!'. the initial thought is: he must've done something wrong, and whatever it was, dabi didn't appreciate it. mild panic takes over, staring and trying to read those subtle doubts behind an expression so unfamiliar to him. he parts his lips, close to asking what's wrong, only to be interjected by an odd question.
is he really okay with this? ... wasting his firsts?
he allows himself a second to breathe, let it sink in, and with a soft sigh— he shakes his head. he has no intention to lie to dabi, and he won't start right now. there's a hint of remorse in his tone, but it wasn't directed at the man before him. no pity either. no, it was more of itadori skipping a few steps and embracing vulnerability so early on. ]
Well ... I'm not okay we're doing it here? The place is kinda nasty, but- [ he shrugged with a lighthearted chuckle. ]- it's the best we can do? It's not like I can take you back to my room, or ask you to rent a nicer place? Your face is all over the news.
[ there's a pause, tentative perhaps, he then decided to lean forward, so he could brush the back of his fingers against dabi's cheek. the following confession might not be too easy to say, but— again, he is committed to be honest. itadori planned to repress it at first and wake up tomorrow feeling like shit. however, with this given opportunity- ]
I want you. It's not a waste of my 'firsts'. But I kinda hate myself for basically confessing that I'm using you right now, which I am. I feel shitty about it. Ah, I guess that's lowkey ruining my 'firsts' ...
[ he knows. he knows dabi is not into the 'good guy' bullshit, and he knows he will insist it's normal to share a bed with a stranger, to be used like that— sex is sex! it means nothing. he knows the mockery that will slip out of his mouth in any second now, but he asked and itadori answered. straightforward, without tiptoeing around it or offer sympathetic lies. it did feel wrong in the end. a part of him knew dabi will walk out of this with a smirk on his face, reassuring himself this kid wanted nothing more than a quick fuck, like everyone else. point proven. let's add itadori to the fucking list. even when that's the image in his head, even when he's feeling so terrible ... the sorcerer is still going for it.
it screams hypocrisy, doesn't it? ]
We don't ... have to do anything extreme. You stopped me for a reason, and I respect it. I'll never force you into something you're not into. But, umm ...
[ god, how can he say this? how can he explain himself? while contemplating, his fingers trace lower, along the curve of dabi's neck, down to his chest, so reverently that he seemed almost scared of risking a full-palmed touch; as if he's not allowed that privilege anymore. ]
... Can we do something else? Being intimate doesn't necessarily have to be sexual, right?
[ honestly, dabi is allowed to call him desperate now. he won't be mad, nor would he care. ]
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a chance to walk away and save himself. dabi has no doubts about what he is, who he is, and yes, he does see itadori as a curious virgin with a somewhat-desperate interest in getting it on with someone new and exciting, and even a little dangerous, as some sort of escape from whatever shackles him from exploring sexually in his own life. for that reason as well, he wants the kid to understand exactly what he's getting into. to sacrifice his firsts with him... it's about itadori's comfort.
and he can't think clearly if he's touching him, hence the catch at his wrist and a momentary break in their connection. look at him, look at the mess he is, and make sure, really make sure, he wants to go forward with this. dabi's taunted him, tempted him, played him, and drawn him, yet after all of that, he wants to give him one last out. even as itadori steps backwards, the villain refuses to let his arm go, preventing him from pulling away or tugging free. the connection is still there, apology ignored because he did nothing wrong.
waiting for a few seconds as he watches itadori try to think about it himself. before getting the answer he could've guessed already. dabi's grip on his wrist slowly laxes. didn't think so. sex means something for itadori. it's not some throwaway action two people can drop into, engage in, and walk away from without thinking a shit about it. it's important to the kid. on the one hand, corrupting him like that would've been fun. on the other...
wait... here? dabi blinks once, a flicker of surprise and wry confusion crossing his face. it's the location that's bugging itadori?]
Ya serious? [kind of all he can ask at the moment. he'd been gearing up to let him go and put an end to the entire venture. apparently that's not going to happen immediately?] Che... what, ya wanna break into a department store and fuck on the display bed? [a beat before he muses another option.] Could always find a motel... they don't give a fuck.
[what a cliche, but it'd be better than a cabin in the woods. dabi's broken from his thoughts when a hand wanders across his cheek again. the confession that follows, however, hits in that somewhat bruised area where itadori's been punching so often tonight. saying he actually likes him enough to stubbornly continue to profess wanting him. dabi's eyes narrow a little when he says it's not a "waste" to be with him, though it's more out of consideration than deflection.]
Idiot. Ya shouldn't feel like shit about this. [
dabi should, the sleaze, except he doesn't.as a hand slides down his chest, fingers tentatively checking to see if it's okay to touch, he's left thinking about this guy and what he's trying to do here. sex is sex, yeah. his mind goes exactly where itadori's suspecting it'd go.] If ya wanna save this for someone or somethin more "romantic" that ya care about, then ya really are an idiot for wantin to do it with me.[he doesn't sound disappointed or angry. maybe lance of sarcasm through his voice in a way that suggests the underlying "told ya so" sentiment. yet itadori's not lying to him; he's behind honest and vulnerable and slight as it is, dabi's acknowledging that. protect me from what i want is an adage that could apply here. ironic that the villain would be the one to hypocritically consider 'protecting' this naive hero from his own confused, horny self.
truth be told, it'd be so much easier if itadori wanted nothing more than a quick fuck. and they wouldn't have stopped if dabi figured that's all the young sorcerer wanted. what moved his hand is the understanding that itadori did want something more than a quick fuck. this guy treated the villain like a human. so consider this a way to treat him like a human---and not a piece of meat---in return.]
Ya ain't forcin anythin on me. [his eyes still hang on itadori's, refusing to break the tether between them.] I stopped ya cause I ain't someone ya should be regrettin your choice over.
[his chest is as warm (hot) as the rest of him, though whereas itadori has the athletic muscle of someone who regularly works out with healthy food and supplements, dabi's defined pectorals and torso hold tight to his bones, developed from years surviving on the streets. a rope versus a wire. he can almost feel the desperation itadori's exuding, wanting badly to avoid leaving despite his misgivings and disappointments. for a few more seconds, dabi regards him, balancing between two options.
then breaks it with a sigh.]
How long ya got? Cause if ya really determined and this shithole bothers ya, I know a motel near here.
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[ 'good guy' syndrome aside, itadori isn't conscious of the significance of the first sexual experience. movie society urged him to believe it was important, some nonsense about it being memorable and all— but is it really? it seemed a bit of an exaggeration, even when the idea of sharing this moment with a loved one is more appealing, it isn't so awful to try it out with a stranger either. it's less pressure. you know? in case he fucks up? it would be more embarrassing if it's with someone he's keen on impressing.
he raised an eyebrow, tipping his head to the side. ]
But you're helping me get better at it! My future partner will appreciate it more. Think of it as practical sex education!
[ what a lovely way of reminding dabi, once more, he's being used. he then scoffed, an easy smile paints his lips again. in all honesty, he understood why dabi is offering him one last chance to run out of the door, and in the privacy of his own mind, he has to admit it's ... sweet, in its own way. a psychotic murderer who hasn't forgotten to be human once in a while. it meant something to itadori, and he did consider what he's saying, subtly agreeing that he had a point. then again, time is not on his side. it's foolish to be holding out for a magical moment that might never come, with death knocking on his door whenever he steps out, unsure if he will make it back to the safety of his bedroom— can he really afford delaying it?
dabi didn't need to hear that, and he didn't want to bring up an issue so disheartening. instead, he will focus on the man before him; what an intriguing distraction he can be. since he made sure dabi isn't uncomfortable with his approach, itadori reckoned he's allowed to close the gap between them by taking another step; the pressure of his hands drew dabi's body up against his, the heat of his breath curled along the other man's ear as he whispered. ]
... We good? Anything else?
[ — not that he'd let the villain say another word, already kissing him again. still committed on keeping it slow, yet not as tender this time. almost as if he wanted to bury any other doubts they might have, unwilling to be pushed away anymore. there is a limit to the teasing itadori can handle in one night, and they have reassured each other enough. however, he didn't forget about the offer to change scenery, and while a motel is not the image of a clean environment, it is still better than this! he considers it, humming softly against dabi's lips.
soon after, he breaks it off- ]
Okay! Lead the way!
[ who is he to deny such a kind gesture? let's add it as a perk in this new adventure. it's hard to mask how exciting this is, and itadori didn't even bother to do so. ]
You sure you'll be safe? If it's a risk, it's not worth it. I don't mind a little dust. Might sneeze on you by accident, but that's not a big deal.
[ speak for yourself! gross. ]
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[maybe. there's a bit of thoughtful deliberation in those two words. a few moments ago, he would've answered that with a firm affirmative, but itadori's naivety in sexual experiences and his strange but honest interest in dabi are shaping the opportunity into something the guy might not really regret later on in life. all of that's laid out plainly when the kid starts talking about it being a learning experience and dabi actually breaks a wry grin up towards one scarred corner of his mouth. seriously, when he puts it that way, it's like he's doing the guy a favor by helping him practice.]
Hn. That's one way to look at it. [what a fucking ball of optimism. why is this sunshine down here in the ugly muck with the rest of filth?] All right. Guess it won't kill me to help ya practice.
[dabi's used to being used, as he's made obvious before. but at the same time, he's at a position in his life now where he doesn't do anything he doesn't really want to do. the fact he's stayed this long in the cabin and continues to carry on the conversation, entertain the idea, suggests he's not adverse to doing this either. he'd be far more pissed if itadori betrays him to the cops than has sex with him. the former would erode any sense of cautious interest between them; the latter ironically makes it easier for dabi to agree to another meeting.
don't call him "sweet", dammit.
as if the villain would consider the reality of risking death at every step out the door something disheartening; it's a fucking fact of life. he's not so positive to think he'll be guaranteed tomorrow, and he has no delusions over the two ends to his life in his future. still, itadori's proving to be an interesting distraction in his own right and dabi's finding himself... curious about him. what really's driving this kid to reach for him so much.
it's one of the reasons he answers to the physical draw as itadori steps up against him. pressing their bodies together, hands drawing him close, and a low hum drifting past his lips when the other guy's breath ghosts past his ear. the trio of silver hoops reflect itadori's mouth and dabi flicks his eyes to the side, more hearing his breath rather than feeling it on his charred flesh.]
We-- mph.
[so much for answering him. lips press to his own and this time, the villain returns it with a more interested firmness. he answers to his speed, not forcing anything hard against his mouth but rather attempting to mirror the pressure itadori's pressing to his lips. any other protests or deflects go up in flames and the ashes blow away. they're doing this.
dabi traces his tongue over his lips when itadori breaks the kiss and he uncurls his fingers again, flicking his nails across the guy's fingertips. figures he'd accept that offer to change scenery. the excitement over there is amusing. like a little kid ready to go on an adventure.]
Don't start worryin bout my safety. Ya won't sleep well if ya do.
[the words are less biting than normal, more teasing caution than anything else. worrying about dabi's safety when he's out here fighting heroes wanting to imprison him is just asking for sleepless nights in itadori's bed. not the kind of effort he feels the guy should waste on him.
leaving itadori to scoop up his bag, dabi heads out of the cabin, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. for obvious reasons, he doesn't opt to talk and keeps his silence even if itadori wants to chat. skulking through the shadows and keeping to the darker parts of the park gets them across the area and to the surrounding streets. from there, it's only a few alleys to cut through before they end up a few blocks away from the park. a motel sits nestled amid some old woods, ass shoved up against the old fence.
still, the woman at the counter doesn't even bat an eye when dabi and itadori walk in. she merely takes the cash the villain palms onto the countertop and slides the key across to him. with that, they're left to their own devices, no question for name or anything else. dabi leads the younger man across the faded maroon carpet, ignoring the dingy wallpaper as they finally stop in front of a door at the end of the building. key in the door, it swings open, and a simple room greets them.
one medium-sized bed, a small couch, two chairs and a little table, ac unit under the curtained window, and two lamps in the corners of the room on the diagonal. a single-sink bathroom sports a shower the size of a telephone booth, but it's still usable if two people don't mind squeezing together. despite the age and simplicity, the room's been cleaned and taken care of.]
How boucha not sneeze in my face? [dabi tosses the key to the table and faces itadori.] Welcome to sex ed.
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the walk had little to no exchange of words from either side; itadori would often glance at random directions, seemingly eyeing 'something' that is nonexistent. wherever dabi is leading him had all the classic signs of low inhabitants. it's that shady part of the city, one where you can spot a low-grade curse lurking around, not really harming anyone but hints to the type of energy this area allures. it didn't kill his anticipation, watchful as the lady behind the counter paid no attention to what stood in front of her: a) a well-known wanted criminal, and b) a teenager. all signs point to 'what the fuck?' and yet the exchange ended with no concerns, and they find each other in their new, private room. ]
... We could've had our dinner here.
[ instead of that shitty cabin. no, it's never too late to be offended that a motel was an option from the beginning. he threw the empty bag on the couch, turning on his feet so he could regard the other; under a proper light, dabi looked a bit different. everything is a lot more clear now, down to those small details in his unique features. he takes in a breath, fingers flexing on each side before he reached over to hold dabi's wrist; tugging him forward. ]
I am expecting you to give me some guidance, you know.
[ is he going to start treating this like an actual class? hell yes.
he then slipped his hands down along the other's waist, hands complying to the contours of dabi's body beneath his shirt, while the thin fabric rucked up around itadori's wrists, exposing more of the uneven patch of healthy/burned skin. there is no sense of urgency in his approach; in a way that reflects raw curiosity to being able to touch someone without any reserves. his gaze follows his own hands, attentive as he strips him off that shirt, getting rid of it. when he noticed the belt, he couldn't help but to huff-
way too many things to undress.
he disregards it, for now, settling on grabbing the other by the hips, supporting his body and weight for the few steps it took to the bed. he didn't stop, not until dabi's back was pressed flush against the mattress, and he could cant his hips for a bit of friction where their bodies met. that alone made his cheeks burn up a bit, and now he felt it's appropriate to ask. ]
Are you sure about the whole ... letting me top on my first time?
[ isn't he supposed to focus on repressing a certain something? ]
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still, the fact itadori wants to stick with him, even for sex and meals, without trying to capture him or talk him into changing his mind, gives the other boy some advantage. he's a stranger and dabi doesn't much trust him, but he's certainly not acting like other heroes or villains he's encountered. he's never had a "neutral ground" person in his life of villainy before. it's... odd. already he knows itadori's not going to be a one-night stand, never to be heard from again; the kid's too stubborn and kind.
and weird. dabi doesn't miss noticing the way itadori's attention seems to wander. it's not the gaze of someone sightseeing. this guy's looking for something. keeping watch. not in the way that's looking to give a cue to someone in the wing either. it has to be connected to that mysterious "thing" itadori does for a living. admittedly, dabi's curious about it, especially since the kid's been tight-lipped on the topic. someday, he's gonna find out.]
Ya didn't think I'd trust ya that fast, didja?
[the cabin and the woods, as itadori correctly surmised, gave dabi the advantage in case of a fight or ambush. goes without saying he wasn't about to surrender that during a first-time meeting. as itadori looks at him, the villain is less guarded about taking in the other young man. those marks under his eyes, the double tone of his under-cropped hair, angle of his jaw, an attractive face even with the two scars. while the walls of his fortress haven't come down, dabi's at least come to the rampart to look over their proverbial edges. he steps forward when pulled by the wrist, moving back into itadori's space.]
On the right path.
[he has no real problem giving some instructions about sex. dabi lifts his arms a little, giving itadori more access to his waist. trim and athletic, but still owing most of that to rough living. not much of a pillow queen (when he doesn't feel like it), he settles for wandering one hand over itadori's shoulder, bunching at his jacket and getting a feel for his sculpture beneath. it's not surprising the kid's solid under his clothes. once again dabi's coat hits the floor in a crumple of leather and metal, soon after followed by the threadbare shirt and itadori's jacket.
even though he bared his upper half for his video and already made to strip it off in front of itadori during their first phone call, it's still the first time the kid gets to see everything up close and personal, for his eyes and his fingers. dabi fails to get to the kid's shirt before he's caught at the hips and pulled in. a strange sort of dragging waltz backwards through the room before the world tilts and he's pushed onto the bed, knees catching the edge of the mattress and his back landing on the cover with a lazy bounce. hips press to hips and dabi arches up into it with a low exhale, one bare arm winding around itadori's neck to pull him down close to him. fingers curl at the side of his neck, grazing the blunt edges of his nails at his throat and jaw as his thumb played over the flush on his cheek and the little mark under his eye.]
Yeah. It's easier for first timer's to top. Helps them feel like they're more in control.
[plus a lot of guys hear "take it up the ass" and instantly cringe over the pain before wavering on their confidence. besides, it's hard to learn something when you don't feel like you're in control. as for suppressing something... well... dabi hasn't burned himself up during an orgasm yet. and if itadori's concerned about suppressing his own "endanger my partners" thing during sex, dabi's not lost the ability to spontaneously combust beneath him.]
Ya wanna keep up the foreplay or jump right into it?
[dabi drags his hand down itadori's back, raking between his shoulder blades and then slowly fisting his hand in the middle of his back to bunch his shirt up one inch at a time from his waist.]
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it's strange, considering how they are more comfortable with each other for a while now, but this comes off as the first time dabi actually— touched him? as gentle as it was, from the weight of that arm against his neck, the graze of fingertips over his throat and cheekbone; being pulled close. it's the type of intimacy itadori craved for. simply sharing space, indulging in a conversation, guard dropped. with a soft sigh, he allows himself to be subdued by it, unaware of the way dabi's thumb brushed over the 'tattoo' under each eye. a few things the villain might pick up on: the skin is abnormal, in a sense it had a distinctive texture, more delicate(?), and there is a very faint movement under his touch. alas, it's nothing that would unnerve someone coming from a society full of different quirks. itadori had seen people with colorful skin tones, multiple arms and legs, horns on their heads and all kinds of flavors of diversity, shapes and sizes. this minor detail is not so striking, is it? ]
Ah, well ... that does help. Being in control.
[ no complaining here. he hates to do it, to pull away from the warmth of dabi's body against his own, but he picks up on the little gesture and attends to get rid of his shirt. the contrast in their built spoke in volumes about the way their powers/quirks are used, clashing with dabi's, it's clear itadori is more of a close-range type. there are some bruises over his chest and abdomen, here and there, some seemed a few days old, healing, while others hint on as early as this morning. ]
I'm not sure if it's considered foreplay ... but- ...
[ despite his words, his expression turns rather demure; voice softens with a sly smirk of his own. "Don't rush", he told himself, inside the confines of his own mind— though he wanted desperately to do nothing else. his fingers brush along the curve of dabi's waist, perceptive in its nature, then finally works on unhooking his belt. itadori takes a moment to relish the view as two forefingers hooked through the hem of those pants/briefs, tugging the waistband lower, somewhat urging dabi to lift his hips before he dragged it all the way to his ankles. his hand then, gently, brush over the smooth skin of his inner thighs, spreading his legs apart ...
he wants this man to feel good, desired— this can't be a one-sided affair. or, maybe itadori is doing this for himself. in an odd way, this is the first thing he fantasized on doing the second dabi teased the thought of them fucking around, the image on the screen when the villain teased on stripping on the spot never left his mind for days. his eyes dared to catch dabi's, and that alone stirs something from within that is so unfamiliar. an uncomfortable warmth that is less innocent and more fervent.
it was why he parted his lips around the other man's cock, relaxing his throat so that he leaned in, the tight ring of his lips sliding slowly down the girth of dabi's prick. careful yet not timid, lashes low against his flustered cheekbones, and he muffles a moan against the hot flesh in his mouth. ]
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for all his distance and jaded attitude, or perhaps due to it, dabi deals with touch starvation as well. like it or not, he's still human. so many people reject him or avoid him, others simply use him, that to have someone actively touch him, want to touch him, and touch him kindly like this... it's fucking unreal. and something he wants if he's ever honest with himself.
but he doesn't miss the subtle change under the pad of his thumb as he brushes that little tattoo. the softer texture, the slight movement, almost like touching the skin over a prominent vein, but not quite. still, considering he's partner with a guy who looks like a lizard, scales and all, it's far from the strangest thing dabi's touched. he opts not to spend more time on it than that and moves on to itadori's cheek and jaw once again. his skin's soft and smooth, warm beneath his touch and not shrinking away. a small hum wanders past his lips when the kid agrees with the control thing. some of that agreement's also to fly in the face of those assumptions itadori made about dabi's dominating preferences. yeah, he has them, when he feels like it. but other times, he's content to throw the reins in his partner's face.
with his fist crushing the majority of itadori's shirt in the back, he has to let go to give the guy space to strip it off. turquoise eyes wander down the sorcerer's bared torso, taking in the cuts of muscle and definitions. a martial artist or close-quarters-combat body from that build. his muscles are larger than dabi's definitions, likely speaking of better food and exercise, but still fit well on that athletically-slender frame. he looks nice, the villain'll give him that. a few bruises, but hell if he's concerned over them. itadori won't flinch over shit like that.]
Go for it. Almost anythin can be foreplay.
[as he says it, dabi reaches up to splay his hand across itadori's chest, resting on his left pectoral simply to get the contact between them back again. as the kid works on the heavy belt buckle, dabi brushes his thumb over a pink nipple, circling the little nub a few times. metal and leather click and flip as the belt's undone and pulled loose. the sensation of itadori's hands on his waist linger even as he takes care of his belt. two fingers hook inside and he lifts his hips from the bed, letting the other guy shuck his pants and boxer briefs down his legs until they catch around his boots.
while dabi does have smooth skin around his thighs, it only lasts along the upper half before a seam of staples and purple prelude almost the entirety of his legs being consumed by his burned flesh. like some damn thigh-high stockings running all the way from the middle of his thigh down to vanish into his boots. yeah, he's running out of "real estate" when it comes to his own fucking skin. but at least itadori gets to play with the upper part of his thighs and it leaves dabi shivering a little as fingers and palms brush along the sensitive skin between his legs. he lets him push his legs apart, at least until his ankles get shackled by his pants.
dabi tugs his head up, chin tucking so he can look down the plane of his body and catch itadori's eyes staring up at him from below. he doesn't look at all shy or cautious about this, brazenly unashamed about showing his body---ruined as it is---to the other young man. but the look in his gaze is still heated, burning behind the blue. there's actual interest there now.
a dark brow arches when the kid abruptly opens his mouth and wraps his lips around his dick. luckily for dabi, he's not had any flames scorching his cock, so at least the general area of his hips has been spared, lower stomach to upper thighs. for now. dabi's lips part as a low breath ghosts from his throat, eyes narrowing slightly as the first signs of some chink in his normal armor shows through. especially when itadori moans like that, the ripples running through his heated flesh.
if he was only semi-hard before, now his cock's quickly filling out the rest of the way. dabi reaches down and curls his fingers into itadori's hair, scraping his fingertips along is scalp before smoothing back down the back of his head. he doesn't push him down or buck his hips up, leaving him to explore the feeling of having another guy's dick in his mouth.]
Ya did that without even thinkin... Take it ya've watched a good bit of por-- [a brief tense and he narrows his eyes slightly.] Careful with ya teeth.
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I got this!
[ why did he even assume he'd be one of those weaklings who couldn't take a whole dick in their mouth without gagging? considering how he devours a large, spoiled curse finger at ease; swallow the whole thing in one go. of course he can fucking handle this! the ecstasy in his face didn't match the mature vibe of this moment, but that's itadori for you. when he's excited, it shows. he's not here to put on a fake facade.
you know what else is inappropriate? ]
Man, I'm a bit surprised. I didn't know it would be, uh, sensitive ... ?
[ -he murmurs while echoing dabi's little tease earlier, feeling up one of his nipples with the tip of his finger, wondering what else he's missing out on. this is where his simplicity shines so bright it's fucking blinding. yes, his modest brain thought this sensation was restricted to girls only. you know? a shocking epiphany. which explains why he thought it was an odd approach at first, until the 'oh' spark struck, and he was introduced into a world of new possibilities. yeah, he's learning a lot already.
dabi is welcomed to educate him further, as he used this opportunity to smother a few kisses against his thigh, not taken back when his lips brushed over the coarse texture of the scorched patches; equally giving them enough love, whether dabi can feel it or not. soon after, his free hand curled its fingers around dabi's arousal, this time he works them along his length; cautious not to squeeze too tight. itadori takes him inside his mouth again, tongue writhing against his cock in a sloppy, eager mess, and it felt fucking amazing. talk about discovering he might have an oral fixation; a kink maybe? it almost felt like he could get off on this alone. damn.
his abdomen clenched at the thought of deepthroating that man, and once he dares to do it— itadori's nails dug deep into the flesh of dabi's thighs, unconsciously, already promising him a few blemishes in the morning. he takes a much-needed moment to calm down, then slowly started rocking his head up and down, picking up on a rhythm. that's when he closed his eyes, shoulders shivering from the intensity of it all, unwilling to break it off, not even to catch his breath.
it was really not the plan to make it last this long, but surely dabi had enough stamina to keep it together. not that itadori would stop if he didn't— ]
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You can use ya teeth once ya get used to suckin on it.
[sort of an "advanced" technique he doesn't want itadori focusing on at the moment. alternating between lips and tongue (soft-to-firm and warm) and teeth (hard and "sharp) give different sensations that feels really good. but the temptation to bite is pretty strong when teeth get involved. dabi's not exactly the consoling type, so he's not rubbing itadori's ego over jumping the gun. but he did say he wanted lessons, so he'll coach him on his techniques and shit.
dabi's eyes lid halfway as the kid tilts his head like that and a hard swallow dips his scar-covered throat as itadori starts to lower.] Fuck, kid. Ya really tryin that arleady? [brave guy, attempting to deepthroat him just a few seconds after he put a dick in his mouth for the first time. either he's got no gag reflex or he's about to get a rude wakeup call for being overeager. but holy shit, it feels good, the way his mouth gets somewhat hotter towards the back and the space between his tongue and the roof of his mouth gets narrower. squeezing his dick until the tip of it just barely edges at the slick muscles in the back of his throat. before that's enough and itadori pulls off, unsheathing his dick like a spit-covered sword dragging past his lips one inch at a time.
it's a pretty hot picture... seeing him hovering over his dick like that, flush faced, lips glistening, kinda dazed.]
Don't rush yourself. We got time. [if he really wants to take the entire thing, dabi'd shove his head down via a hand on his pink crown. but that's not where they are (and they did just eat) so he'll let the other guy manage on his own. not that he doubts itadori'll manage it. the expression on his face and the intent in his voice state that clear enough. inappropriate be damned.]
Huh? [has this kid never jerked off bef-?] Oh. [his nipples. dabi drops his head back on the pillow, a low puff of breath escaping his mouth as fingers wander around one of his own. perhaps because he's burnt so much of his own flesh, the remaining areas are a little more sensitive. that or he simply doesn't get touched all that much. but it feels good, and the little bud quickly pebbles on his skin. yeah, itadori's a fucking simpleton, but there's something kind of relieving in that. he's so used to dealing with people who've got all this shit running around behind the scenes. it's nice to be with someone who can be taken at face value. for the most part, since itadori's still holding information out on him. but at least he's honest about it.] Ya doin well. Circular motions are pretty good.
[he might've said something about getting his mouth up there, but right now, said mouth is more wanted down below. like those kisses wandering over his thigh. dabi's eyes fall shut and there's no hiding the quiet breath of relief and want drifting over his lips. itadori's not running from him or turning away in disgust as his mouth goes from smooth flesh to wrinkled scars. dabi understands when partner's don't want to deal with his burnt parts; after all, there isn't much left in the way of surface nerves there. but this guy's not bothered at all by them and it's... fuck, it's not often dabi finds himself being treated--all of him--like a whole person. he can feel the pressure more than the general sensation, but that run of his lips still goes deeper than surface level.
okay, now his trapped lower legs are starting to become annoying.]
Ah, fuck... [dabi sucks in his breath, stomach hardening visibly as fingers curl round his cock again, the hardened shaft throbbing tangibly in itadori's grip. he's thought about getting piercings on his dick, a small frenum ladder on the underside, but so far that hasn't materialized. the sensation of his hand running up and down his shaft churns that thought back into being. before it goes right out his head when the tip of his dick's guided back into his mouth. dabi curls his fingers in itadori's hair, pinching some of the pink spikes between his thumb and side of his index.] Do that... with ya tongue again.
[that fucking writhing action's unreal, probably made better cause he has no fucking idea what pacing or rhythm is right now. yeah, there's some one-time-only pleasures to be had with a virgin trying to fumble his way around through sex. it's messy and eager and dabi'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. his abs harden again and he deliberately twitches his cock inside his mouth, letting him feel it jump and pulse against the roof of his mouth and his tongue. hey, if itadori want to try and get off on just giving a blowjob, dabi's not one to stop him.]
Ugh... there's ya go. [finally getting that stubborn deepthroat in action. he doesn't flinch from the powerful grip strangling on his thighs (his father gave him far worse bruising as a kid), lean muscle hardening under itadori's fingers as dabi physically resists the urge to buck his hips up and shove his dick all the way down the kid's throat. such a different contrast between the surface of his tongue and the roof of his mouth compared to the pillowy moist sticky of his throat wrapping all around his head. hell yeah, he'll trade some bruises and soreness in the morning for this bliss.
mild disappointment when he pulls back and out, but it's forgiven when itadori starts to bob. finding a rhythm all his own as his lips and tongue slide up and drop down the length of his cock. dabi smooths his hand over the sorcerer's head, carding fingers through his hair and thumbing at the ridge of his brow. his eyes crack open, almost glowing in the light as he watches itadori suck him off.] Gettin better already... try alternatin ya sucks. Drag on it when ya go down... that's it... relax ya throat... Now suck on the way up... Find which one's more natural for ya...
[he really doesn't mind this taking longer than expected. doesn't mind coaching him through it either. they've got all damn night as far as he cares. those different sensations wandering over his dick while itadori figures out what he likes more are all bonus for dabi.]
Lemme know if ya want me to start movin. [he did say itadori could call all the shots, so he'll ask permission before he thrusts his hips or pushes with his hand. though it's not too long before he starts rocking his legs at least, half on reaction, arching up on the balls of his feet and tenting his knees a bit above the rim of the mattress edge. other half because the villain's tempting with the idea of trying to toe his damn boots off and get his fucking pants off his legs.]
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yes, dabi reassured him not to rush, take his time, but— is it really possible? not only the teen hormones begged for urgency, but he is also accommodating to another creature who might be equally deprived. they are sharing a body, after all. what stimulates itadori's desires, could reflect on sukuna as well. while his earlier concerns revolved around the idea of losing control, that might not be the case here. it could be another predicament ...
obedient and eager, he follows through with every advice he got; using his lips, mouth, tongue even a brief graze of his teeth to further attend to his own kinks while pleasuring that man at the same time. itadori is anything but graceful in it, though. he's a hot mess; breath was coming in hard, short, shallow pants— face so feverish up to the tip of each ear, sweating already, eyes barely open. is it even normal to be this warm?! itadori wondered if dabi's quirk had an influence on it, or was that's how it's supposed to be? it made him so ... impatient and restless.
he muffles a heavy grunt, one hand patting on dabi's hip; beckoning him to do whatever his heart longs for. he can tug on his hair as hard as he wants, hold into it as he fucks itadori in the mouth— go for it. if anything, he'll encourage it by, finally, attending to their common enemy: dabi's stupid pants/boots. his lips thinned for a moment, slowly pulling away to catch a breather; then he ran his tongue along the points of his teeth, leaned back, let his lashes lower a little over his eyes as he regarded the view underneath. sure, they are using each other, no strings attached, nothing serious— but damn. he can't deny how enticing dabi is. ]
How important are your pants?
[ -because they happen to be an infuriating part of their night so far. regardless of how fast he wished to get rid of them, itadori was indulgent enough to remove each boot first, now able to pull on the thick fabric further, until dabi earned the freedom to move without any restrictions. with a satisfied smirk, itadori tossed the piece aside, he then contemplates something as his eyes wander over the other man's body once more— subconsciously ending up licking and sucking his index and middle finger while doing so. ]
Do we need lube? Maybe they leave some behind in those nightstands ... since most people come here to fuck, right?
[ it's a fair judgment to make, also a clear indication of what itadori wants to do next. in which he empathizes by slipping a hand underneath dabi's lower back, using the breadth of his hand to spread his cleft so he could probe at the tight curl of muscle there, spreading the slick of his spit. his other hand, groped the curve of his ass, somewhat lifting his hips as he parted his lips over dabi's dick again, tongue teasing the swell of his head— coaxing him to go for it. ]
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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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*cracks knuckles* and now i've finished binging jjk ~ thanks for enabling me
omg I'm glad you enjoyed it! <33
it was good~
yay ;u;
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