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[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.

No, but it's been said to me.

[He snorts in amusement at the memory. But it's true. He rules his high school's underground. He has the information on teachers and other students. Even some of the parents.

He lets out a moan as those fingers are shoved harder into him. He doesn't mind that he won't be able to hide the marks. Let them stare.]

Fuck, if I don't go home wrecked, I'll be disappointed in you.

[Probably nothing Dabi would care about, but hey, if he can other on.]

[somehow that doesn't surprise him. dabi traces his tongue up hanamiya's nape, slipping off before he gets into his hair. rather not have a mouth full of black strands all over his tongue.

there's power in having knowledge over another person. secrets that they think are theirs alone. dirt that can be formed into weapons and fired to shatter faith and reputation, ruining good standing, casting doubt and sowing dissatisfaction and anger. it erodes trust and thus support, weakening them more and more. information is power.

dabi slips his fingers out of hanamiya's ass after that little comment. disappointed, huh. he's heard that plenty of times too. it needles him slightly, tempting him to set the bed, the kid, and this entire place on fire. it'd be only a fleeting disappointment... but conversely, how much more pleasurable would it be to prove the kid wrong, make him admit it, and feel amazing all at the same time? without losing a good place to meet up and fuck in the process.

both hands press to the bed on either side of hanamiya's shoulders and dabi mounts him from behind, the villain's lanky, scarred figure hovering over the athlete's taller, stronger body. he doesn't bother guiding himself in with his hand, just angles his hips and starts rocking his dick between hanamiya's cheeks. back and forth, back and forth, before angling down and moving until his head finally catches that puckered rim.]

Tell me ya want it.

[hanamiya lets out a grunt as Dabi settles on top of him.

He knows this game. He's been on both sides of it before, and he prefers it when he's the position Dabi's in. He pushes back when he can feel the head of Dabi's cock hit the rim of his hole.]

I want your cock in me.

[He's not begging for it, but he'll admit to what he wants.]

I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk.

[for all the preference, hanamiya's the one who was telling dabi he wanted to get fucked after the shower. the kid's cheeks are pretty nice, squeezing around his dick as he ruts between the mounds. already he can tell hanamiya's eager for it. even if he tops a lot, it's kind of nice to feel and hear him admit he wants to take it up the ass.]

Might be here for a while then. [dabi curls his fingers in the sheets as he pushes forward, denting hanamiya's hole inward for a second before that hot, wet grip spreads open and slips around his tip with a "pop" he feels all over his hips. then sinks inward without hesitating, all the way to the base.]

Fuck! Couldn't you have used spit?

[But Dabi's dick went in easily enough. He was ready for it; three fingers had been more than enough for him to take Dabi's large cock.

Didn't mean it was comfortable. He'd get used to it, but fuck, couldn't Dabi spit on him?.]

Stop bitchin. My fingers were movin in ya easily.

[dabi at least got to say he took some good genes from his father when it came to his dick. getting that kind of reaction out of hanamiya made the lack of spit a way better choice in hindsight. he gives the kid a few seconds to adjust to his dick, flexing his stomach muscles a few times to twitch his cock inside hanamiya's ass. then starts to draw out, sliding from base all the way to his tip in a slow, audible slip.]

Maybe ya shouldn't have dried off so thoroughly.

I didn't dry my ass you fuck.

[Still, he's not in as much pain as he could be. He squeezed down on Dabi's cock while the man was full sheathed in him, easing up when he felt him start to pull out.]

Shit

[It feels good, those piercings against his inner walls.]

Just, fuck, don't make me bleed.

That's why it went in so easily.

[that and working him open with three fingers. but yeah, dabi could've spent some time down there with his ass. he didn't, and now he's already moving in and out of hanamiya's ass. tight and stubborn, gripping at him with a tension that comes from discomfort and not the greatest lubrication.

then again, maybe he just wanted the kid to feel each pop and pull of his piercings rubbing over the tense ring of his ass as he pushes his dick back inside. rubbing against his walls, stretching him open, dabi leans forward on his hands, grinding his hips against hanamiya's ass.]

Relax and ya won't.

[Look, as nice as it would have been if had gotten eaten out, he didn't need that either. All he needed was some spit on that dick before shoving it in!

But it's starting to feel good. So he rolls his eyes at the villain and grabs the other pillow to hold to his chest as he's fucked.]

I am as relaxed as I can be right now. Make me relax some more.

[Translation: be rough with me.]

[if he wanted it, he should've said it. then he could've had an equal chance of getting bluntly shut down or pleasantly surprised. actually, dabi doesn't mind rimming. he's done it before and rather likes how he can make another guy squirm with his tongue and fingers. definitely best after a shower too.

but hanamiya didn't ask or even say something about lubing up like that. and dabi likes the way the kid's spasming around him, trying to adjust to the pain and size of being split open without any soaking up. (shoving it in's fun too.) watching his shoulders flex and his fingers grab at the sheets in reaction is nice. he kind of wishes he'd been kneeling, so he could watch hanamiya's back muscles harden and his legs writhe... but at least dabi can feel those.]

Ya don't want relaxed, brat. [he sees right through that. bracing his hands on the bed, dabi pulls backwards, piercings slowly popping out of hanamiya's hole, then pauses at the tip...and shoves back in with a solid smack of hips against cheek.]

[Yeah, well, Hanamiya is still a teenage boy with a lot pride. He's not going to beg someone to be nice to him.]

I'd say fuck you, but I already did that.

[No, he doesn't want relaxed. He wants to be fucked up. He lets out a sharp cry when Dabi pulls out to the tip and then shoves back in without any ceremony. Fuck it felt good.

But he wasn't going to admit that just yet. Dabi had to earn it.]

Mother fucker.

[dabi's met plenty of proud people. he's seen them broken with less. not that he's trying to break this kid. but he's not treating him with any niceties either. even if it might be fun to see hanamiya beg... maybe next time.]

Ya don't need to censor yourself for me.

[oh he knew what the kid meant. he's just being a dick to him as he starts to pick up the pace. slow and deep, hard and fast, or shallow and staccato just to annoy him. dabi smirks at the sharp cry when he nails him hard, though also enjoys the other responses when he alternates his pace like that.

tch, hanamiya doesn't have to admit it feels good; dabi knows it does. he's got the proof wrapped around his dick, spasming each time he bottoms out inside the kid.]

You really should bite the pillow with that mouth.

[In that case.]

Fuck you, asshole. You know what I meant.

[He growls between pants, enjoying the way Dabi's pierced dick feels against his insides.]

First, you told me not to swear, and now you're telling me to censor myself? Make up your fucking mind.

[A moan escaped his throat, and he buried his face into the pillow. He'll censor his moans. Not his words.]

[no one said he was going to be a nice guy. dabi leans down and bites hanamiya on the nape, not hard enough to bleed or even hurt. just enough to annoy him further, wanting to stretch the kid between pleasure and bother.]

Sure about that? [he picks up his pace again, dropping his hips onto hanamiya's ass and shoving his cock into his hole over and over. it's enough to make them both bounce against the bed, adding to the penetration and mixing of thrust down and shove back between them. a dark chuckle purrs over the bitemark and dabi laps at it again.]

Whichever's gonna drive ya up the wall. [though when hanamiya decides to shut his moans up, that earns him a hand fisting in his hair and dabi immediately yanks the kid's head up and back.] Uh-uh. I'm gonna hear ya moan.

I'm not stupid. I know enough to underestimate your intelligence.

{He bit his lip not to moan, but his chest vibrates at the bite. Fuck, he does like to be bitten.]

You ass!

[But it's clear he's enjoying the abuse, eyes dilated, inner walls squeezing down on Dabi's dick - and before he knows it, he's cumming. Cock throbbing and releasing onto the pillow under him. His mouth open in an annoyed/pleased sigh]

You want me to moan, then fucking make me moan.

[He hooks a leg around Dabi's.]

Don't fucking stop.

Ya sure that's a smart thing to do? [dabi doesn't just feel the rumbling moan in hanamiya's chest through his back, but all the way down his spine and into the bare shiver of his ass as the kid's hole clenches around his dick. someone really likes getting bitten, huh.] Gonna take that as encouragement.

[dabi grunts when hanamiya suddenly tenses up, those tight walls abruptly seizing around his cock in a telltale spasm of orgasm. he braces his hands on the bed, but only to push his upper half up and give himself a better angle to start thrusting. pumping in and out of hanamiya's contracting hole as he fucks him hard through his orgasm. all those sensitive nerves getting stimulated while the kid's in the throes of his own bliss. still not enough to shut him up, huh. that's something to strive for.

oh? he likes that leg hook though.] Didja think I would?

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