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[it's not a bad feeling either, having someone shove their fingers in his mouth while fucking him. there's something lewd and dominating about it, meaning dabi's definitely done it to people he's fucked too. it's a rush. though there is the risk of getting bitten...

or encouraged to do so, like now. he doesn't waste any time. by the time hanamiya gets to "to bite", dabi sinks his teeth into the guy's fingers enough to draw blood. bastard, bringing up the obvious reference to being spitroasted.

dabi drops his head again, forehead gritting against the shower wall as he drags his hand down the tiles. teeth grind on hanamiya's fingers and the villain grunts in pleasure and sensation as a warm hand leaves his dick and instead takes him by the throat. all while the kid starts to roll his hips, not fucking him hard, but just grinding into him.

it's a maddening amount of focus on different areas, all of them present without as much pressure. taunting him by pulling the pleasure out in a slow, strong stretch. obviously not the same as getting pounded hard and fast, but it's indulgent.

dabi has no problem being lazy in bed, simply lying there and letting his partner fuck him as he enjoys the sensation or just rests (if they're boring). this one makes him want to participate and he starts alternating when and how he clenches his ass around hanamiya's dick, liking the moan that bleeds out onto his nape.] Heels yood...

Fuck

[Yeah, that's what he wanted. He enjoyed getting bitten as much as he enjoyed biting others. He licked the spot on Dabi's neck he had been abusing and biting down again, matching the pressure Dabi was putting on his fingers. He pulled off and licked it again.]

Think I can get to cum like this?

[He pulls out slowly, brushing the blunt head of his dick against Dabi's prostate. Moving carefully so he doesn't pull out on accident, he moved his hips, rubbing the villain's sweet spot.

If Dabi wouldn't let him cum right away, he'd make the villain cum.]

[trade for trade. dabi groans around the twin digits between his teeth, mirroring the pressure with his teeth when hanamiya did the same on his neck. it was hard to say who was the one leading that little game soon enough, but fuck if it didn't feel good when they tightened their grip on each other. hanamiya's abuse on the nape of his neck is enough to flare up some sensation beneath the burned skin.]

Haybhee... [dabi shudders as soon as he says that, asshole clenching around hanamiya's dick when the boy pulls out. slow and deliberate, the head of his cock dragging over his prostate and making dabi's tunnel spasm along the length of his shaft. he instinctively pushes the tip of his middle finger into hanamiya's ass when he feels the kid getting too far, not wanting him to pull out. which gets him right back inside, rubbing over his prostate and sending more sensations racing through his spine.] High yere... huck...

[Hanamiya lets out muffled 'shit!' when Dabi shoved his finger into him. Double attack, huh? Well, fuck that noise. He shoves all the way in with a hard thrust and waits for a beat, enjoying the heat around him, before returning the head of his dick to the villain's prostate, doing his best to get the villain to have a prostate orgasm.

Fuck, it felt good. If only there had been another man there, fucking him while he fucked Dabi.]

Cum for me.

[He tightened his grip around Dabi's throat as massaged his prostate.]

C'mon, make a fucking mess.

[damn, that sends a jolt of pleasure through him. hanamiya's muffled sound of surprise, the way his ass clenches around dabi's finger, how his dick jumps inside his ass, all from a surprise attack. even if he's a creep, he's still a kid. probably not that used to someone else taking control out of nowhere.

dabi jerks his head back with a shout of pleasure when hanamiya abruptly crams his dick deep inside his ass, slamming into his prostate and holding it there as his body convulses around it. fuck! looks like he's not adverse to taking revenge either. dabi's stomach tightens and his dick jerks against his abdomen as hanamiya targets his prostate on purpose.

that's why he let go of his cock and went for his throat, huh. he turns his head, gazing at the boy with a lurid look, teeth still biting down on his fingers. not just yet... he bucks back, pushing into hanamiya's hips and grinding his own prostate against the kid's cock.] haa... alhosh... huck... alhoss...

[No, he's not used to it. He's used to things being straightforward. Even when he's not in control, he's still in control.

But it's not horrible. And something he should have suspected would happen with Dabi. And since it's not horrible, and it feels really good to get finger blasted while fucking, he's not going to complain. ]

Fuck, come on, cum.

[He tightens his hand around Dabi's neck some more, biting down on the spot he had bitten early as he keeps assaulting Dabi's prostate. He really wants the man to come before him. But, fuck, he's so fucking close...]

[there's a difference in being told to do something he doesn't want to do and being told to do something he already planned to do. hanamiya's good at what he's doing, keeping that maddening amount of pressure on his prostate and shoving his nerves from buzzing to screaming. getting to feel sensations again so high and loud is amazing. and hearing the kid growling at him to let go is even better.

dabi's stubborn, and while he can't just come on command, he could have held back longer... but he doesn't want to. not with that hand cupped around his neck, teeth sinking into his muscle hard enough to feel the pressure, and hanamiya's dick throbbing against his prostate.

dabi tenses up, eyes closing and mouth falling open in a heated sound. not a scream or a shout, but breathless and needy as his body seizes and all those wiry muscles pull taut under his patchwork skin as he comes hard. white steaks paint the shower wall in front of him, splattering the tile and dripping down the surface as his ass squeezes rhythmically around hanamiya's dick with each convulsion.]

[Fucking finally. When Dabi starts to cum, Hanamiya shoves his dick in and lets out a moan that he muffles against the villain's shoulder and begins to cum. It's one of the most violent orgasms of his life.

Fuck. It felt good. His body squeezed down on the finger inside of him as he emptied himself into Dabi.]

Fucking fuck.

[He couldn't help but nuzzle a bit against Dabi's shoulder as he pulled his fingers out of Dabi's mouth and slumped against him.]

Alright, fuck.

[ah- fuck! dabi jerks his head back when hanamiya abruptly crams his dick inside right as he's coming. the intense feeling gets a hell of a lot more intense from the sudden jab against his prostate, blue eyes widening and a muffled shout actually dragging out of his throat. he's coming in his ass at the same time, each heavy spurt filling him up as dabi paints the wall in front of him with his own emission.

damn, the kid comes almost violently too, harsh spatters jetting deep inside him and angry pulses throbbing through his clenching tunnel. to say nothing of hanaminya's own ass spasming around his finger. eager back there too...

dabi drops his head forward, forehead hitting his forearm as he braces himself against the wall with a low breath. that felt good. the nuzzling against his shoulder earns a small hum and dabi bites at hanamiya's fingers when the retreat from his mouth. just minor taunting as the man slumps against him.] Feel better?

[Panting, Hanamiya feels like jelly. Fuck, that was probably the best damn fuck of his life. And he had some good orgasms before.]

Good enough.

[Slowly, he pulled out of Dabi.]

That was fun. I want round two on the bed, though.

[And he wanted to be the one riding that dick instead of being pounded by it, but they'd get to that.]

[what a flatterer. dabi's not going to take credit for "best" from anyone; they can think it if they want though. he's good enough to just move from one experience to the next, taking it for what it is and dealing with it respectively. good ones get him to hang around. bad ones... sometimes end with mutual departure, or taking his leave solo.]

Good enough, huh?

[dabi grimaces when hanamiya pulls out, teeth and lips shifting as the slick feeling and sound mingles with the water spilling around them. fuck, that's never the greatest feeling... but it's not bad either.]

Yeah, yeah. Gonna actually wash off first.

[then make another mess on the bed.]

[Getting washed was probably a good idea. He grabbed the shower gel, poured some out into his hand, then passed it to Dabi. Since he did the topping, he mostly just needed a rinse-off.

Once Dabi took the bottle, he worked the gel into a lather. He didn't need to wash his hair; he already did that today. He started with his face, working his way down his body.]

[since he's in the shower, he should probably just wash off completely. they rented the room and dabi's going to use it for all it's worth. even if that means using up these little bottles of shower gel/shampoo/toothpaste whatever the fuck it is. once hanamiya passes it to him, he takes it.

a quick lather and he steps out of the spray so he can wash off. soaping up his neck, arms, legs, and torso to clean all of that off. even reaches behind him to deal with the mess leaking out of his ass down his thighs and calves. expected. hanamiya did a number on him. he'll enjoy paying it back.]

[When Dabi steps out, Hanamiya steps under the spray to get off what he couldn't while behind the other man, so it's not much longer until he's turning off the shower and grabbing the second towel, beginning to dry off his hair as he steps out.

And yeah, they'd both enjoy the payback.

He's about to say something when his stomach growls. Hey, he's a teenager.]

Want takeout?

[it feels nice to be clean again. despite living out on the streets for the most part, dabi isn't going to let himself live in squalor. old, abandoned, kinda dusty, sure, but he's getting a rinse off after trudging through the sewers. if he even deigned to go through them... mostly back alleys.

a black brow arches when he hears hanamiya's stomach protest the neglect, towel half draped over his head as he rubs the side of his neck with the end.]

You can get it after I'm gone. Didn't come here to share a meal with ya.

[it's a nice thought, but one less person knowing he's here the better.]

[Well, he offered. He could wait. Wouldn't be the first time.]

Fair enough.

[He worked the towel down his body, being as quick and thorough as he could, then walked past Dabi, mentally preparing himself to get fucked. His body was ready, more than ready, his hole twitching for it after getting finger fucked.

He dropped the towel in the room's hamper and made his way to the bed.]

You have a particular position you want me? Or do I get to do all the work again and ride you?

[if he wanted to go on a date, should've specified that earlier. this was just a fuck to dabi.

as he dries off, he pays mild attention to his staples and piercings, making sure nothing's gone too soft or got pulled free during that fuck. teal eyes glance to the side when hanamiya walks past, taking in the sight in front of him. the kid's not bad at all. he has dabi in both height and muscle mass (more noticeably the former though) and it's rather attractive knowing the kid's younger. why's it seem like all the boys got better physical genes than him...

dabi heads out of the bathroom and just tosses the towel to the side, not caring where it lands. by the time hanamiya asks about positions, the villain already has a hand on his back and bluntly pushes the athlete onto the bed face first.]

Ya real talkative, aintcha.

[Hey, takeout food and fucking's not a date. If they went to a restaurant, that'd be a date. And neither want that.

He lets out an annoyed grunt when he's pushed to the bed, but he expected this.]

If you don't like it, put something in my mouth.

[He pushes his hips up invitingly. He knows what's going to come next. Technically, he's already prepared; that finger from just five minutes ago was really all he needed. He just needs to make sure Dabi's dick is wet when he takes it.]

[hanamiya hasn't been some some sad dates then has he. some people think a pizza and a fuck in a car is an amazing date. no frills and bothers about it, and cheap too. but he's right. this isn't a date. never was supposed to be.

dabi smirks at the small noise and slides down on his side next to hanamiya, looking over the length of his body as he reaches out and grips one of his ass cheeks. all clean and ready to get messed up again. nice.]

I'll get to that soon enough. [when hanamiya lifts his hips like that, dabi easily curls his hand and probes the boy's ass with his fingertip. middle one, pushing against the warm, still-damp clench of his pucker. then lazily slides it right inside without fanfare.] Damn, hard to believe ya know how to top when ya ass is this eager.

[A moan escapes Hanamiya's throat as he gets fingered. Damn it, his body really enjoyed this. He usually made a show about how he was going out of his way to give whoever, usually some closeted jock, he was letting top him know this wasn't what he preferred. A few of his friends/minions on the basketball team he sometimes took for a ride could probably guess, but again, he made a show of preparation.

And even after he's bottomed, he usually ends up on topping the guys he let fucked him. He had a reputation to maintain.

He didn't have that here. Not when Dabi finger fucked in him the shower and knew how easy his body took something being pushed into him.]

I like to think I'm good at both. You weren't complaining five minutes ago.

[some people like to put on a show about what they feel is natural or preferred, when in reality, they really just want to enjoy getting off with whatever feels good. those people aren't honest with themselves and it's amusing to find out they're as base as the rest of the rabble. dabi continues working his finger in and out of hanamiya's ass, feeling around his walls in circular motions and actively pushing against the slick surfaces, like he's searching for something.

good thing the kid didn't make a scene or start prattling on about how this wasn't common for him or whatever. dabi would've just shoved it right in and told him off for it. it's better to watch hanamiya indulge in the freedom like this. he pulls out, spits on the other boy's hole, and then pushes two fingers back inside, not all that careful, but not brutal about it either. enough to start thrusting and making "come here" motions amid slicker noises.]

Maybe ya are good at both then. Ya feel good gettin fingered at least.

You're better than the closet cases I fuck.

[He lets himself moan, deciding not to fight the pleasure that Dabi was giving him.]

But that's a low bar. [Usually, he fingers himself in front of them. Sometimes, they get curious, and he lets them. More often than not, he makes them eat his ass before he fingers himself before impaling himself on their cocks and riding them until they came. Because they were never very good at it. Some could be trained to be better.

Dabi was going to be good at it. He knew it.

He considered his options. Maybe, just maybe, it'd be nice to be pampered a bit. He grabbed one of the pillows, stuffing it under his hips to make it easier to cock his hips invitingly.]

Oh yeah? You everyone's gay sexual awakenin or somethin?

[someone all the guys could come to and explore secret gay fantasies without having to out themselves. dabi finds the idea stupid enough to huff in amusement as he continues to work his finger in and out of hanamiya's hole. once he feels loose enough, the villain slips a third finger in, less to prepare him for any massive girth, but just to watch him squirm and move his hips as he gets fucked. it's a nice view like this, lying on his side as his fingers ream the kid's ass.

but hanamiya grabs the pillow and jam it under his body, lifting his hips up, and that's a hell of a sight. dabi traces his eyes over the curve of his back, admiring the glide of lithe muscle and athletic lines, no real scars or blemishes. it hardly seems fair sometimes... he leans over and deliberately sinks his teeth into hanamiya's shoulder blade, biting hard enough to hurt as he shoves all three fingers in to the knuckles, middle one driving into the kid's prostate.

he never promised to be nice the entire time.]

Just those who want to take a walk on the dark side.

[But pretty much; those who wanted something from him, those who were dumb enough to be distracted by his Nice Guy routine he puts on in front of the teachers.

Okay, pampering done. Sort of. Dabi's still doing the work, so it's pampering in his book. And fuck, does that bite feel good. He was hoping to get marked by bruises and bite marks.]

Harder.

[He means both the finger fucking and bite. The bite does hurt, but he likes it.]

Fuck, harder.

Ya can't really have said somethin like that to them...

[it sounds stupid as hell. something a kid would say to come across as self-inflated dramatics. he doesn't put it past hanamiya to actually throw across those lines, but dabi's not nice enough to let him go without calling him out.

there's something satisfying about seeing the bite mark blooming on hanamiya's back when he draws his head away for a view. dabi scoffs at the demand, but gives it to him, spreading all three fingers inside hanamiya's ass to stretch him even more as he leans over and bites down on his other shoulder blade. then up at the base of his neck, where the collar o his jersey won't hide.]

Maybe I should send ya home wrecked.

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