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Nah. I just used this place before.

[If Dabi really wants to know, he might tell him. It's a story he might appreciate. He shuts the door and turns to him, leaning against it and studying Dabi]

And I like shower sex. And I am sweaty after practice and working out.

[He studies Dabi a bit more, reading his mood. He surprised him with his age, but he's going along with it anyway. It's not like he's underage. Sixteen is the age of consent, and he's seventeen.

And the villain's annoyed about something. Something minor, probably the height difference. Well, he feels that too. The rest of the uncrowned kings and all but two of the damn miracles are all taller than him.

When Dabi turns to the shower, he follows, pulling off his tank top and throwing it onto the floor.]

Hn. A return customer.

[he doesn't want to know. if the other guy wants to risk regaling him, then he might listen. otherwise, it's not important. that's someone else's business.

considering their conversation earlier, he gets the idea hanamiya's studying him upon arrival all the way to walking away from him. dabi can poker face with the best of them, so if the kid's picking up on the minor irritation and surprise, it's because he feels like showing them.]

Oy, slow down. Ya gonna make me think you're desperate.

[already vouching for shower sex. good to know at least. dabi strips off his boots and leaves them under the bathroom sink, then works on his belt buckle with a few clicks and a strip of leather following. hanamiya is still a kid compared to him; dabi's eight years his senior.

does he care about having sex with a kid? nope!]

So whatcha got against Kiyoshi? Got a higher score than ya or somethin?

[petty, petty.]

Maybe I'm hot and don't want to wear a sweaty shirt anymore.

[He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest, quirking an eyebrow at Dabi. He was horny, being a teenage boy and all, and Dabi did look better in person than he did on TV.]

But yeah, I've used this place before. It's cheap,

[He watched, interested in what he could glean from him as he undressed. There was more scaring on his hands than he figured. Probably more along his body than anyone guessed. Interesting. He wondered at the story behind them. Knew better than ask, though.]

His face annoys me, and he acts as a fucking beacon of morality. Pisses me off.

Ya woulda taken care of that already if that were the case.

[belt off, dabi sheds his pants and pulls his shirt over his head with one arm apiece. clad in just boxer briefs, the extent of his injuries are obvious. covering his entire right arm and shoulder before melding into his neck, collar, and upper chest, left arm burned from his wrist to his bicep, another swath of gnarled purple flesh encircling the middle of his torso in an uneven wrap spread between lower chest and upper abdominal, legs burned from the middle of his thighs down to an ankle on one leg and the center of his instep on the other, medical staples and crude hoop piercings attaching the burnt flesh to his remaining healthy skin (a few of them looking like they could use some replacement) like a medical nightmare.

still, dabi's not alien to the idea people find him attractive. he'll use it to his advantage if he feels like he can, though he's more than normally serving as the intimidating reminder of what heroes are capable of, that garish appearance of his making plenty of people shudder.

hanamiya doesn't seem phased by the reveal. considering the attitude and apparent personality of this guy, he's not surprised. makes him wonder what the kid's been through to have that fortitude.]

Oh? You got a problem with someone not bein a corrupt as you?

[dabi shucks off his boxer briefs and then steps into the shower. he turns the water on, taking the freezing blast full on like it doesn't even have a temperature. leaves the shower curtain open as an obvious invite if hanamiya wants to come in.]

What can I say? You're just too hot for me to resist.

[The words don't drop with sarcasm, even if there is some bite to them. He did want Dabi, though.

He memorized every line he could before the other man stepped into the shower. Oh yes, the man was attractive despite the body horror. It was the way he carried himself. That confidence.]

Something like that.

[Well, who was he to ignore an invitation like that? He shucked out of his shorts and underwear and walked into the shower with Dabi. The cold didn't bother him that much, but he was thankful it was slowly warming up.

He pulled the curtain shut and stood behind Dabi, studying his back and ass. Not a bad one. He wondered which position the villain preferred, top or bottom. He preferred the top most of the time, but he was flexible.]

How's the water?

Flatterer. [the lack of sarcasm is amusing, but he's certainly heard that compliment before. dabi didn't get his family's best genes, so most of his muscle comes in the form of wire-taut definitions on a slim figure due to surviving out on the streets. looks like hanamiya's got a healthier constitution. he probably came from a well-bred family... even if he's got obvious issues with his father. interesting.

dabi rubs his hands against his face, wiping off some dust and grime from his skin. the vague comment to his assumption suggests that hanamiya's problem with kiyoshi comes from something internal. if it's just hurt feelings, dabi's got little incentive to pursue the second part of their deal. he'll give it some time and see what else he can worm out of him

dabi's backside runs similar to his front, taut lines down his back and shoulder blade, pelvic v standing out on his narrow hips, thighs and rear toned enough from his activities. seems like the burn scars have mercifully left his waist/hip area alone, so there's no grisly damage to those.]

Warmin up. Can't feel it? [he says while turning around under the majority of the stream, tauntingly not letting hanamiya have much if any of it.]

Not when you're blocking it.

[But he feels the warmth coming off of the water and Dabi himself.

It's not hurt feelings when it comes to Kiyoshi fucking Teppei. It's very simple.

Hanamiya just doesn't like his face. Doesn't understand him. He'll never admit it, but the other boy's personality, how good he is, threatens Hanamiya's worldview.

And he'd rather see it broken than try to understand it better. Plus, he likes breaking people. Breaking hearts of stupid girls, of stupid boys. Likes to cheat on the basketball court and get away with it.

His eyes take in Dabi's front as the shorter man turns around. Again, very nice despite the scars. Dick is about the same size as his, balls a little bigger. All in all, Dabi's a nice package.]

Want me to wash your back?

Perhaps you shoulda got in first then.

[dabi is very warm. probably a little unnaturally so if you got close enough to him.

he doesn't care too much why hanamiya hates the other guy. petty or sincere. it's more a matter of whether dabi finds that hate interesting enough to spend his time on. he has his own plans.

of course, torching hanamiya's rival wouldn't take that much time... and if he gets paid for it, that's a win win.

dabi doesn't bother flexing or showing off, simply wiping at the side of his neck and rounding his shoulders to get the water down his back and a few kinks out of his spine. it feels good.

the view in front of him isn't bad either. hanamiya's got some nice definitions. seems like he eats well regularly and has a good workout regimen. strong lines. active. healthy. dick's a little longer than his own, similar thickness. he's pulled out of his thoughts and wandering by the question.]

Heh, what a gentleman.

[but he turns around and steps forward, showing his backside and giving hanamiya room to move into the stream.]

Not at all. I just want to put my hands on you.

[Hanamiya didn't bother hiding the eye roll but didn't say anything. He's about to get Kiyoshi dealt with, and all he has to do is have sex with a man he's attracted to and maybe do some hacking for him.

It's one of the better deals he's made.

He shuffles forward with Dabi, grabbing the little bottle of shower gel the hotel provided, poured some into his hand and began to work into a lather before putting his hands on Dabi's back. He figured the man would dislike it if he treated the burned areas too gently, so he did his best to be careful but thorough with his washing.

When he get's to Dabi's backside, he pulls his hands away, pours more soup into his hands, then puts a hand on each cheek, squeezing as he works his way down those scared legs as far as he could go without out getting on his knees.

Then he slides one hand up between his thighs, tickles his taint for a second, before sliding his hand up between the cleft of Dabi's ass, getting soap up in there.]

Has that feel?

Nothin's stoppin ya.

[tempting to be another level of brat when he notices the kid rolling his eyes at him, but whatever. he doesn't feel like making a mess of a good night before it's barely begun. as for dealing with kiyoshi, more on that later.

dabi isn't exactly a hired thug; he makes other people do that kind of shit for him.

careful with that shower gel / shampoo / body wash / fucking toothpaste. there's only so much in there. not that dabi cares as hanamiya lathers up his hands and sets the sudsy surface to his back. not hard to tell that the guy's avoiding treating him like glass, but also not just scrubbing his back like you'd wash a wall. thanks to his injuries and the work done to save his life, dabi's sense of pain is practically gone, and his other tactile senses are dulled, but at least he can still feel pleasure where it counts. so long as hanamiya's aware, he won't be pulling out staples.

well, there are one or two that definitely need to be redone soon, so if he tries, they might fall out...

dabi rests his forearm against the shower wall when hanamiya grips his ass.] Heh, you couldn't wait to get there, could ya. [just to taunt him as those hands massage at his cheeks and soap him up. his upper thighs are fine; it's only halfway down where the scarred "stockings" start with another stapled seam under the athlete's hands.]

Nh. [a brief noise of sensation when hanamiya plays with his perineum, seeing dabi straddle his legs a bit to give him easier access. he huffs in amusement at the question and the feeling of a warm hand gliding soap between his buttocks.] Pretty good. Haven't felt someone do that before.

[he doesn't really shower with other people, and the rare times he does, no one's bothered to wash him off like this. it's a rather pleasant experience.] So what sport are ya in?

[Well, if Dabi makes one of his underlings hurt Kiyoshi, then he's fine with that. Not like Hanamiya doesn't get his team to do the heavy lifting when it comes to the dirty work. ]

Nope. Don't worry, you'll get clean.

[He lets out a pleased hum as he gently traces Dabi's hole, familiarizing himself with the ring of muscle.]

Haven't they?

[With Dabi splayed out like this, it's hard not to enjoy the view.]

Man like you, with power and good looks, it is hard not to imagine you telling people exactly what you want out of them.

[He rubs a little harder at the hole. His cock hardens to a full erection as he does. Hey, he's a teenager, and this is hot.]

I play basketball. I'm the captain and coach of my team.

[that's an idea wandering in his head to fulfill this particular request. he won't have to deal with it personally and the people he sends can be easily disposed of it things trace back to them. depends on whether hanamiya wants this to be "personally" handled. dabi doubts it. the guy sounds like someone who'd be fine with however the job was done.]

Thanks for statin the obvious.

[dabi's eyes lid as those warm fingers brush over his hole again and again. the tight ring clenches inward a few times before relaxing, giving a bit beneath the slow prodding. it's a nice sensation, not someone just shoving it in. he'll get impatient soon enough, but right now, the mixture of shower and fondling is pleasant.]

I do. But it usually ain't this. [most villains don't meet up at seedy motels for a nice massage or a shower with some random person. generally it's rough or to the point, foreplay being more preparation than indulgences like this. but every now and then, he'll get lucky. tonight's apparently one of those nights.

dabi's breath comes out more audibly when hanamiya nudges at his asshole with a firmer press, earning a twitch of the villain's dick before it starts to harden between his thighs. dabi twists his head to the side, looking under his arm and around his side to catch sight of the kid's hips and swelling dick. wow... kinda impressed.]

Does ya team know you're a lowlife cheater?

Huh.

[He's a little surprised that Dabi's letting him get away with the anal play. He had half expected that he'd be bottoming for him. Not that he minded too much. He had a preference for the top, but he enjoyed bottoming from time to time.]

Good thing I'm here tonight; give you a break from the norm.

[When Dabi looked over at him, Hanamiya caught his eye and grinned. Yeah, he's got a nice dick and a nice body. He knows it and uses it to get what he wants, with violence or with sex. He's only mixed the two with people he trusts.]

I'm the one who taught them.

[He pushes his finger forward, sliding his other hand to Dabi's front, wrapping long fingers around the villain's cock, giving it a few experimental strokes. About the same thickness as his own, not as long.]

Enjoying the view?

What? [dabi doesn't care about top or bottom in terms of who's dominating or who's weaker. that doesn't mean shit to him, though he's not afraid to use it if other people have those feelings. what matters to him during sex is whether or not he enjoys it. if he's not, then bad things happen. simple as that.]

Ain't ya nice. Not gonna go around school sayin ya fucked around with a villain are ya? [deliberately dangling that idea in front of hanamiya on purpose. the corner of dabi's mouth hooks up in a sneer/smirk, that staple at the rim seeming to stretch in a grisly manner and show wet flesh between the seams. violence and sex aren't always hand in hand, but they make good partners when they do.] That'd get the cops on ya real quick.

[sure, it'd be bragging, pride, even intimidation rights to crow about what hanamiya did. but linking himself to dabi in any way outside of this room is not a good idea. because if shit goes down, dabi's not afraid to burn up loose ends.

a slight grunt escapes his lips when that finger pushes forward, nudging into his hole as the villain's ring clenches down on hanamiya's fingertip. his dick jumps at the same tie, eager for the kid's touch. long fingers for a high schooler. then again, that helps in basketball, doesn't it. while his dick has escaped the ravages of his quirk's flames, dabi's not left it alone. a silver four-rung frenum ladder runs centered up on the underside of his dick, small metal orbs sitting on either side of his urethra tract. something to help "feel" while sex is going on.] Yeah. Betcha got a few admirers.

Please, I'm not stupid. I spent this long under the radar; I'm not going to start now.

[[Oh, interesting jewelry. Hanamiya considered getting his cock pierced but decided against it for the time being until he was sure he was not playing basketball anymore. ]

I'm on the disciplinary committee; gotta maintain the image of a good boy.

[Something he does surprisingly well for adults. They see a boy with a single mother working hard to better himself; the fact he's so fucking smart certainly helps. Makes them feel good about themselves while doing the bare minimum.]

I like these. [He rubs his thumb and forefinger along each metal orb. He rubs along them again as he slides a finger into Dabi's hole. And wow, it's really fucking hot inside of him.]

I have a few. Some worth my time, some not.

Good to know.

["not stupid" he says. some would argue this very engagement is rater stupid in the fist place. but that's not dabi's problem to mention. he's more amused at just how much information this intelligent kid is shelling out to him. things he could use against him rather easily. something to keep in mind for later.

there were reasons he got his dick pierced, chief of them being the urge to actually feel something more than the dulled senses his almost-death-and-recovery left him with.]

Is that all it is, an image? Or do ya actually wanna be a good boy?

[he knows the answer; hanamiya already said he wasn't a good person and his issues with kiyoshi probably stemmed from the other's stellar record and good nature compared to hanamiya's rotten core. but it feels too good not to taunt the guy.]

Heh, they feel good differently dependin on what I do with them. [frotting, jerking, sucking, fucking, they make for interesting sensations whenever he engages in those activities. dabi breathes out as the lazy play along the piercings sends the tiny vibrations past his skin and into the deeper part of his dick's underside. it feels good, especially coupled with hanamiya sliding his his finger into his ass. hot muscle clenches down around the kid's finger, slick and tight, almost like he's petulantly trying to keep him out. or at least make it difficult for him.]

I like these. [He rubs his thumb and forefinger along each metal orb. He rubs along them again as he slides a finger into Dabi's hole. And wow, it's really fucking hot inside of him.]

You treat them the same way ya treat other people?

I'm sure you know the answer to that.

[Well, it's not like he told Dabi which school he attends. Just his surname, which, while uncommon, wasn't rare; he didn't even give Dabi the kanji, just he kana. Just Kiyoshi's name.]

I like how they feel in my hand.

[He continued to feel them up for a moment before wrapping fingers around him, his thumb playing with the tip.

He paused the finger using into Dabi's ass, smirking against Dabi's neck. He pulls out a little, then pushes back in. Slow, steady, as if gently working the older man open, but they both knew he was exploring another angle of attack.]

Depends on what I can get out of them.

I like hearin ya say it.

[sure, but crossing kiyoshi and hanamiya with sports is going to narrow down a lot of options, if not immediately provide identifying information since these two seem to have bad blood. and he knows what hanamiya looks like, plus the committe he's on. in other words, an hour on the internet or phone, and he'll know plenty about this guy.]

They feel better in other places too.

[dabi tilts his head back when hanamiya cups him completely, dick hard and twitching as his fingers pinch and play with his head. that's still sensitive, so at least he lucked out there.

there's a brief grunt of annoyance. why'd he stop? feeling that smirk against his neck suggests something and he looks over his shoulder, one aqua eye burning under the dark veil of his bangs. though it cools a bit as his lids lower when hanamiya pushes back in, giving him that sensation once more. yeah, he could use the "prep" excuse, but he knows the kid's looking for another way to get him riled... and probably taking his time finding his sweet spot. brat.]

I'm gonna guess ya tend to look for favors and information.

Oh, I bet. I would mind feeling them in my ass.

[A gray eye met that pretty blue as Hanamiya lightly bit at the back of the villain's neck, pushing his finger in deeper, wiggling it a bit]

But I'm having yours first before you have mine.

[Once he's a little deeper in him, he crooks his finger, finding that sweet spot and massaging it gently, softly, teasingly.]

Oh for sure, but if they're all looks and no brains? I might just fuck them for fun.

Stupid has it's uses.

[Another smirk as Hanamiya leans over Dabi's shoulder, looking down at the cock in his hand.]

Bet fucking around with you will be better though.

Ya won't be leavin here tonight withou that happenin.

[just in case the kid had some funny idea he was only getting one out and done. while dabi's physical strength isn't the greatest, he's got some good stamina, and sex isn't hugely excessive in activity.

he drops his head forward, forehead pressing to the shower wall again as that finger slides in further. hot muscle clenches down on the wriggling digit, trying to flatten it out when it curls, then relaxing again as he adjusts.]

Ain't complainin.

[that works out for him. see what kind of skills this guy has in bed. dabi grits his teeth as hanamiya finds his prostate, one leg bending at the knee and his eyes falling shut.]

Fuck...

[that feels good. someone who's only good for their looks and nothing else? that's not uncommon in the seedy world dabi and other villains live in. but many whores and prostitutes have quirks that are at least beneficial to their trade. sex with a little extra. dabi, however, has little use for "stupid" when he goes looking.]

I think ya'd know if I was worth it by now or not.

[his dick twitches in hanamiya's hand, head already oozing precum since it's hidden from the water's splashing.]

Heh. I was already planning on it.

[He's more of a top than a bottom, but he won't say no to taking it up the ass if it gets him what he wants. Or if he's in the mood for it. When that happens, he makes sure to go to someone he can trust not to betray him, usually members of the basketball team and discipline committee, whom he's trained to be loyal to by giving them special privileges already.

And, in case this night goes sideways, he wants to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of Dabi so he can get at least that out of it.

He doesn't plan on letting it go sideways, but one has to prepare for these things. While he can use his quirk to analyze and predict a very likely outcome, Dabi's raw power could easily overpower him. Fortunately, Hanamiya's betting he can run faster and has better endurance. But it won't come to that. They're going to have a night of super hot sex, and then Dabi may or may wound Kiyoshi Teppei terribly or get some minion to do it for him; either way is great for Hanamiya. And if he doesn't? Well, the sex will be fun.

He turns his head, licking the scarred skin of Dabi's neck; if the water wasn't bothering it, his tongue wouldn't. The scars didn't bother him a bit. A sign of strength and survival. Hanamiya didn't respect a lot of things, but he could respect that.]

Yeah, but I figured you'd like to hear it.

[He pokes his middle finger against Dabi's hole, pushing it in with the other.] Fuck you're so hot and tight.

Switch.

[the word is as taunting as it is interested. switches tended to range anywhere from people who champion there's no reason to divide between top and bottom, all the way to hedonists who only cared about what felt good at the time. it wouldn't surprise him if hanamiya used his ass as well as his dick as a prize for people he wanted to manipulate. this kid's got a lot of promise in the future... if he doesn't get himself killed being stupid in his youth.

hanamiya needn't worry much. nothing here is really hinting to dabi that he should leave this guy a blackened corpse.

he doesn't know if this guy has a quirk or not. athletes tended to keep their quirks hidden so as to not be called out on the court for cheating. and generally their quirks weren't that flashy in the first place, leaving them to choose careers as athletes rather than police or heroes. whatever hanamiya's is, dabi's not worried about it.

he tilts his head to the side when the younger man licks up the side of his neck, not feeling much more than the pressure of his tongue pushing against his scarred flesh. generally his scar tissue didn't get weirdly soft until after he'd been in the wet for a long time. though the edges might peel a bit if someone messed with them too much.]

Flatterer. Ya got a way with your tongue.

[dabi arches up on the balls of his feet when a second finger nudges against his ass, only to grunt at the sensation of it pushing inside and stretching him open more.] ngah fuuuck...

[bigger.]

It pays to be flexible.

[And that's all he'll say about that. He has more important things to think about, like making Dabi fall apart.

He would probably end up being a villain in the eye of the public. He didn't want to take over the world, but he wanted to make sure he was comfortable and enjoyed making people squirm or do things for him. He'd probably float just under the radar of the authorities unless something really goes tits up.]

Do I?

[Lies come easily. But in the literal sense, he does like to use his tongue on people when rewarding him with his dick or ass. Rimming the ass he's going to suck, sucking the cock he's going to take. He likes oral. Pretty good at it.

But then, most people like to think they're good at sex. He had to prove to Dabi he was. He gave Dabi's neck another lick, then sunk his teeth into the scarred flesh as he kept jerking off Dabi's cock and began to scissor him.]

Speaking of my tongue, do you want me to use it on you before I fuck you?

Now ya just tryin to be smart.

[using double entendres like that. they don't have to continue to go around each other. more interesting to sink in the fun part of this affair. leave everything else behind.

an unscrupulous athlete who cheats and blackmails likely isn't going to become a "villain" like the real villains running around do. a coward and a cheat, yes. but if that's the kind of life hanamiya wants to live, if he thinks that'll make him happy, dabi's not one to stop him from indulging in those ambitions.]

Uh-huh.

[another twisted meaning. he has no doubt hanamiya's going to take it the dirty way. and why not? the guy seems to know his way around a body. he's likely as good with his tongue as he is with his fingers. worth giving him the invite to try it out on him.

whether hanamiya's good at sex or just makes it feel good is the question. so far he's doing a fair job. dabi tenses with a grunt as teeth sink into his skin, the pressure digging through the scar tissue. fuck. coupled with those two fingers stretching his ass open like that and hanamiya's hand working over his dick, it's a triple assault.]

Go ahead. Let's see what you can do with that.

[He grunts in agreement before biting Dabi's neck again, sucking a bit as he starts to sink to his knees, kissing and biting as he goes, being careful not to loosen any of the staples.

No, he wouldn't be a 'real' villain. He didn't want to be. He just wanted to be comfortable and have fun.

Once on his knees, he pulled his fingers out, spread those tight cheeks apart, and leaned in, giving the tight, well, less tight now, ring of muscle a long slow lick, then teasing it with the tip of his tongue, pushing in a bit.

His now free hand came up between his legs, taking him by the balls, pulling at them, squeezing them a bit as his other hand kept jerking Dabi's cock.]

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