[When he was young they kept telling him that his drive to succeed was unmatched, and that he could be the number one hero. So many people told him that, and his inferiority complex began the moment he realized there was too much of a gap between himself and All Might. Not in strength or skill, or even in number (Enji still has him beat statistically), but there's something else that the former number one had and he just couldn't figure it out. He did trample all over his personal ties in favor of chasing that one dream.
Ruined his family in the process. Touya ended up with all of Enji's strengths, but weaknesses enough to make up for it. And the traits Enji had that were more suitable for villainy? Dabi wore those on his sleeve naturally--those parts of himself that the hero Endeavor had to hide and relegate to his personal life alone. At least if he was a terrible human being, it would never put a stain on his hero record.
Dabi distracts him from his introspection when the young man stares him down and smacks a hand to his face like he owns it. Granted, he did play the largest part in giving him that scar on his face. Maybe he did own it, and every other part of his father's body. The scary thing is that Enji isn't so bothered by the idea. In a twisted way he knows he can never change Dabi's mind about the past and won't ever be forgiven for what he did. Dabi may never want to be close to him in any other way, but at least like this he doesn't show the same resistance to accept him.
If he's going to burn in hell, he might as well light the match himself.]
I can make it burn.
[In an instant Enji's already warm skin gets hotter. Not enough to burn Dabi's skin that's already used to a good amount of heat, but enough that any normal person would quickly want to draw their hand away. They're both playing with fire, figuratively and literally, but Enji is willing to give Dabi whatever it is that he wants. He's creeping closer to acceptance that he has that same potential for madness that Dabi has. He keeps finding ways to warp things to suit his own desires. Like deciding that the villain has ruined his own body and therefore deserves to enjoy his own healthy one however he pleases. And what sane person would pay for a wife with the intention of making powerful babies, then abuse that wife for standing up to him when he takes training too far.
It feels worse to be a bad man playing the hero than to be like Dabi who is awful but doesn't ever try to hide it. Maybe he should stop pretending. The slight scratch of staples against his skin makes him groan and he rocks his hips forward again. He hasn't done anything like this in decades.]
You're sick.
[It's a half-assed insult when his cock is swelling in response to the friction. Would a normal man even be able to get hard in a situation like this considering who they both used to be? He's clearly the one that's sick, and he's even the one to initiate it even if Dabi had been slowly dropping subtle hints about it--or that could be his own version of insanity making excuses for his misbehavior again. Enji wants to tell him that he'll stop if Dabi doesn't want it, but he can't find the voice to say those words. He doesn't want to stop, either, so maybe if he doesn't present that as an option they can take this further and see where it goes.
He only needs one hand to hold Dabi in place, so the other is free to wander over Dabi's wet body while the other seems focused on his face. Enji tries not to flinch as that scar on his face gets touched--something that has never happened--not like this. He hardly touches it himself. He draws in breath through teeth he hadn't recalled gritting, but he tries to focus on other things. Like moving his hand over Dabi's chest, his fingers passing back and forth over nipples that he's not sure produce much feeling.]
Of course I haven't. What's wrong with you? [It's difficult to speak with Dabi playing with his mouth like he's some kind of toy and not a human man, but he gets his point across. His brows furrowing in annoyance at the question. Why the hell would he ever do anything like this with them. They're his family. Dabi is..very much the exception. What's wrong with him?
Enji wants to say that he's not touched anyone since Shouto was conceived, but it's embarrassing enough to suppress that fact. He's done a lot to play the part of a dedicated hero. Giving up pleasures of the flesh to spend more time training or on the job. The hand holding Dabi up moves away the tighter those legs close around him, giving Enji the freedom to allow it to roam as well. He squeezes Dabi's ass with both hands, drawing him down against him as he slides his cock against the cleft of his ass, rocking his hips slowly back and forth rather than impulsively.]
Of course it's only you. [Who else would it be? There's been a few close calls with Hawks, but the kid wasn't even half his age. He feels more of a familial bond with the young hero than he does toward Dabi. So yeah, it's really only him.] Are you just going to mess with me, or are you going to kiss me? [Are those off limits? Is he allowed to ask for that? Enji's heart hammers so hard in his chest that the pounding might just be audible.]
[in a way, he does own it. endeavor never would've received this scar if it weren't for his son's machinations. this is his mark on endeavor, ripping his father's face with his own hatred as much as enji had turned his son's body into a fucked up patchwork of burn scars with his ambitions. there are so many ways they're similar and dabi elates in throwing them out there for the world to see, despite everyone clearly knowing the villain and the hero run on two different spectrum of morality and importance. yes, endeavor has his crimes, but he's no longer making excuses for them and owning to his responsibility. while dabi continues to taunt the victim card for no other reason than to shove that burning knife even deeper. this scar is the physical mark of "him" on his father, on endeavor.
and he's fucking proud of it. there's almost a cruel reverence and admiration of his own handiwork as he touches it, exploring the design and shape of its ragged outlines and the way his flesh changes texture within that ghoulish rip. deep down inside his twisted psyche, buried and poisoned like the rest, there's still that tiny lingering desire to be with his father again. not in the hellish revenge he usually wants, but childishly demanding his father's attention back on him. like it had been.
though it's long-since grown into an adult demand now. and endeavor certainly has lit that spark.]
Fuck...
[it's all he bothers with as the heat against him ratchets up to a noticeable rank. without the cold water pouring down to keep things somewhat recycled, the enclosed space rapidly starts to steam up from the lingering water on the floor. a normal person would instinctively draw back, not only from the heat but also from the man it exudes from. dabi's not a normal person and the corner of his mouth hooks upward again, enough to stretch the seam of his cheek between skin and scar open. something about possibly seeing that insanity in endeavor again is thrilling. they're so similar after all, something he's quickly finding out once again even after only a few hours with the man. whatever trades endeavor's making n his mind to justify this, or if he's simply throwing care to the wind, he's all for it.
this is what he's been gunning for, seeing the man finally shed all those trappings of heroism and apology and return to the nasty core inside. even if it only comes out during this carnal connection, at least it proves it's still there and he can revel in it. hearing the groan from enji's throat at the drag of those metallic edges on his skin earn repeat of it, hiking a leg at the knee to scrape the inside of his thigh's pierced rim against his father's hips. answering that slow thrust forward again as his back presses to the shower wall.]
Just noticin?
[the same interested tone from before, a faint heat in his voice that's only ever present when this shit's happening and when he gets really fired up in a battle. dabi's breath comes free in a shudder at the first touch of endeavor's dick against his skin, hips curiously notching forward to shamelessly take a grinding feel against his swelling organ. it really should be sick, but he only feels a twisted sense of satisfaction from getting such a response. it's enough to twitch his own into life, lifting between his thighs and hardening right there against enji's lower abdomen. seriously, what's not to want? dabi's the furthest thing from a saint and he'd be lying if he said some of his vices are nothing more than chances to escape the pain and filth of his life by slamming back some hot doses of pleasure.
if that's not telling enough. one hand to keep him there. though he's stubbornly giving credit to his own legs around his waist and the hand on the wall... which probably won't be staying there. as endeavor's hand wanders his own body, dabi's caught in the conflicting sensations of nostalgia and disgust clashing with pleasure that gives zero fucks. his own half-and-half lips part with a soft breath of interest and mild sensation as the man explores his chest and nipples. his scarred flesh is numb to most, but the rest of it remains fairly normal as far as nerves go. earning a few catches in his throat as his stomach sinks inward and hardens from the reaction. fuck... this is really gonna happen.]
A lot.
[simple question. he traces the tip of his finger across enji's lower lip, silently noting the smoothness that's so much different from his own. this is going to be a little difficult. half of him wants to cling to the man like he's the newest fling for a fuck; the other half wants to set him on fire and lounge next to his bones. but hell if he doesn't get some enjoyment out of enji's disturbed reaction to his question.
one shoulder hikes up, the one not yet covered in scars, and he tilts his head towards it, turquoise eyes the same shape and hue as the ones looking at him glowing into enji's own. muscles tighten, ass flexing beneath the hands gripping, and he reaches up with his free hand to grab onto the shower head's stalk. leaving his legs and his father's hands as the only support he has above the shower floor. a thick curse seeps from his lips as the man's cock threads between his cheeks, hole clenching instinctively every time the bare ghost of his crown touches it before thrusting back through again. yeah, he can use this.]
Nice to hear ya say that again.
[the question doesn't get an answer. he merely abandons enji's facial scar, hooks his hand around the back of his broad neck, and hauls himself forward with more strength than those lanky arm muscles would suggest. sitting up in his hands, legs dropping to hook his feet against the inside of his thighs, bringing himself flush to his father's chest and stomach as his cock ruts into the man's chiseled abdominal muscles. it's a rush and almost predatory, pouncing on him before leering into his face.
then leans in and kisses him full on the mouth. hesitation doesn't exist here, only deliberate delay to make a point that he's kissing him. upper lip smooth and flesh, lower lip crenelated and burned with staples and hoop piercings punched through his skin. pressing to him and wrapping around him like a devil from hell indulging in that taboo bliss. what makes it even better is feeling just how hard enji's heart's going against his chest. so fucking excited. or nervous.]
[Part of the reason Enji has such a soft spot for the son he lost so long ago is precisely because he was never afraid of or intimidated by him. Touya used to be all over his father even as a baby, and maybe it was because Enji was absent for so many hours of the day with work that they were inseparable while he was home. And to everyone's surprise at the time, it wasn't one sided. Even before the DNA results that confirmed Touya had a fire quirk like his own, he'd spend lots of time play fighting with his son. Pretending his little karate chops brought him to his knees.
Those little invasive memories have no place here. Not now. Not with what they're doing currently, but Dabi has that same disregard for his father's intimidating presence and strength. He prefers it that way. Having someone willing to talk down to him or belittle him in general isn't his cup of tea, but when people tend to walk on eggshells around him that kind of thing makes him feel like a normal man.
But he isn't a normal man, either. A normal man wouldn't take advantage of his own offspring's deep-seeded need to seek his father's attention. And that's what this was, wasn't it? Dabi wanting his attention, and he wasn't guiltless either. He wants the attention, the contact, the admiration from him. They're both sick, and clearly feed off of each other's weaknesses. At least Dabi can claim that he's not pretending to be something he isn't--Enji has no excuses for himself.
Despite the shame filling him, the sounds Dabi makes with every push of his hips eggs him on. When he glances down between them, he's greeted by Dabi's dick, noticeably harder than when he first grabbed him to pin against the wall of the shower. At least this sickness they're engaging in is mutual. He couldn't do it if it wasn't. His fingers dedicate just as much time to the areas of damaged skin as it does to the healthy sections, but he notices that he gets more of a response from the latter and focuses on that instead.
Dabi grabs at the neck of the showerhead for support, Enji presumes. He doesn't need Dabi to help support him, but he doesn't do anything to impede the younger male's movements. Enji hadn't given much thought to what he might need the leverage for until burned hands grip his shoulders and legs twine around him so that when Dabi moves against him, he can feel exactly what's being pressed up between the muscles of his abs. He swears under his breath, his eyes too fixated on his son's to respond in any meaningful way.
Even if he had something to say, the mouth pushed against his suddenly keeps him from saying it. Enji prefers it that way. Talking has never been his strong suit, anyway. His eyes close into the kiss, and he does notice how different it is. The texture from top to bottom is different, which he expected, but it's not as rough as he thought it might be--the lower half of Dabi's face. It's not at all unpleasant, and he finds himself wondering what the inside of his son's mouth might feel like.
He hates every part of himself, but he can't bring himself to stop either.]
[a man who doesn't exist anymore. just like dabi was no longer the child enji saw during the inklings of his youth, endeavor was no longer the man touya had looked up to. as far as the tiny mind could fathom, endeavor was the monster that arrived and murdered the father he thought he once had. taking him over with that damn obsession with besting all might, revealing to the child he wasn't a boy at all, but a vessel designed to weaponize and claim his ambitions. a childhood glee over training with his father couldn't be ignored, and yet it merely gouged holes in the walls to prove over and over that endeavor had seen in him what he refused to look at after all. he told him he was the best, he told him he would become someone great, he told him the destiny of a hero lay before him because the blood of endeavor ran through his veins, providing a quirk that would make him the greatest hero who ever lived!
and then it was all gone. just like those memories. a childhood he barely recalled because it meant nothing. only a fake lead into the disgusting truth. when all that joy and happiness was nothing more than a front designed to sucker him into the reality of his existence. enji enjoyed him when he was new, when he was promising, but once he was revealed to be nothing more than a failed experiment, pretenses dropped.
dabi hates those damn memories. hates that little kid with a smile on his face. what did he know of what lay in store, what was really going through the man's mind. enji likely couldn't wait for him to grow old enough and awaken his quirk to get started. just a vessel. just an experiment for his pride.
but even that insane wreckage of his childhood happiness doesn't pervade into this sin. dabi's once again taken with just how large the other man in, how impressive that stature and strength he'll never possess, and the heat that's washing over him he'll eternally exceed. it's not hard to grip him and drag endeavor into the kiss, almost like he'll be able to manipulate, intoxicate, and capture him with it. let him taste the darkness he know's inside him and simply doesn't want to admit to.
except this isn't taking advantage; that implies a certain level of deceit and innocence, an imbalance of want between the two parties. ironically, it's more apt to say dabi's the one taking advantage of his own flesh and blood by pull his father's guilt into this taboo indulgence. sure, he'll let enji take the blame for this as well as he likes, but there's a power rush in getting the hero into such a predicament, and goading him into following through, that's giving the villain a fucking trip right now.
oh it's mutual alright. touya's hard as a rock, the droplets of steam condensing on his skin catching the dim light of the shower through the shadow of his enji's frame so close to him. as his cock presses to the man's stomach, it'll be hard to miss the now-revealed piercings running up the underside of his dick: a silver four-rung frenum ladder centered on his shaft. if he's gonna feel here, then he's gonna make it feel even more, selfishly encouraging the remaining flesh on his body to trigger even more nerves.
he grateful for the silenced water, not having to worry about his skin getting more waterlogged and softer around the pierced areas. probably for the best considering the grinding and rubbing actions that glide against his flesh. lining his shaft up perfectly amid the central definition of endeavor's abs, rutting with slow undulations of his hips until his head's starting to leak clear beads of syrupy pre down onto his stomach. it mingles with the water smearing there already, heralding a later mess they'll have to clean off again with another quick wash.
holy fuck, dabi never thought hearing endeavor swear like that would be a turn on, but lo! here they are and it damn well is. swallowing any further curses with his mouth, the villain remains capturing with his lips and arresting with his hand, forcing enji to remain close to him as he wraps all around him. heedless to being held up entirely by his father's strong arms and legs. doesn't need to read the man's mind to realize this is now going to be his game.
the hand on endeavor's nape tightens, blunt nails digging into his skin as he tilts his head to the side. deepening the kiss until he feels the slight parting of his jaw to take a breath amid the liplock. and immediately shoves his entire tongue into his mouth, forcing apart jaws strong enough to bite his tongue clean off if endeavor was in the mood. he'd shove the muscle down enji's throat if he could, but since it's not that long, touya settles for exploring what he can reach. pulling his lips back to he can pant obscenely against his father's mouth and bare his tongue spreading open his teeth to "the world" around them. slicking it up and down, tracing the faint ribbed texture of his mouth's roof and then plunging it down to roughly shove endeavor's tongue to the side and bath in the soft spongy wet below at the bottom of his jaw. who cares if he starts to drool? they're past feeling shame now.]
[Enji doesn't care if people admire his body. He worked hard on getting it, and even though his appearance wasn't the ultimate goal of all that time training, it was clearly one outcome of his diligence. Maybe it could inspire others to work hard. It's the only reason he agrees to revealing photoshoots in men's health and fitness magazines. Also, if it's between showing off his body and interviews, he'll do literally anything to get out of the latter.
So he's not in the dark about the way he looks, just about the things people might want to do with him. Dabi had been the one to bring that up. He wonders if this is one of those things as he feels the underside of his son's cock slide against his stomach. They're pressed so close together now that he can't watch but he can certainly feel it. And the studs of metal that he'd only gotten a glance or two at, he can feel them very clearly now.
Both Enji's hands had lowered to the space between Dabi's ass and thighs. One hand helping keep him up, the other helping his heavy cock slide against him. Sometimes he'll deliberately rub the head of his arousal right up against Dabi's entrance, applying enough pressure that he can feel it, but not enough to actually penetrate. His brain seems to think that the threat of it is almost just as good as what it might really feel like, so his soft grunts into the heated kiss keep coming.
Dabi only needed a single opening to go in for the kill, and his tongue is in Enji's mouth mapping it out methodically. This is the thing that causes his face to flush. No one's ever kissed him like that before, it doesn't even feel right to call it a kiss. Dabi's tongue feels like it's fucking his mouth, and Enji doesn't do anything but take it, sucking at his son's tongue briefly with soft pulls then giving him space to have his way.
Enji brings up a hand to wipe away some of the excess moisture dripping down the corner of Dabi's mouth. That same hand disappears out of sight, soon to reveal itself as Enji rubs his wet finger in slow circles against the rim of Dabi's hole. Just like his cock, he doesn't push into him, just lets him marinate with the idea of it. It would be so easy, though. His cock is too much to take impulsively without proper preparation, but his fingers could get the job done too. The sick part of him wants Dabi to ask for it.
Enji breaks away from the kiss just for a couple seconds to speak, at last:] Do you need more?
[he might have looked at those photoshots in the magazines? definitely not for the reasons he's currently climbing on enji's body right now, but he has seen them before. they don't do the man justice. if he had other reasons for developing his body like this outside of hero work, then modeling in those damn magazines would be a good way to go. inspiring others to also work hard? maybe, if he doesn't mind the fanatic who thinks their work will get endeavor to notice them...
dabi's had to listen to some of that shit. villains or scum he's hung around discussing endeavor and all the ways they'd like to kill him, capture him, or fuck him. usually revolves around those three actions. he'd made plenty of enemies out there, some more depraved than others. they'd be fucking jealous to know the scarred, lanky guy in the shadows is the one trapped between the wall and endeavor's body. nah, he'd never let them know; this is his and fuck them for thinking otherwise. never was good at sharing...
feeling his hands back there is amazing. the caress of fingers across his skin that can actually feel sends his breath puffing out harder around his tongue, though he keeps himself in control by tightening his legs and rocking back into the man's grip as his cock slides along him. it's only when he actually feels endeavor's tip pressing to the clenching rim of his entrance that he finally breaks the kiss and drags his tongue out of his mouth, slicking it between his teeth and across his lips like he just finished a meal.
tempting him, how he's pushing against his hole but refusing to penetrate him immediately. he can relax his body, let the muscle give a little when enji pushes, then tightens up again and squeezes him out to a flush rub instead. not yet. he wants this to last longer. sure plenty of his times have been a quick "shove it in; screw the pain" but if he's going to be indulging in this kind of filth, might as well lounge.
done with the kiss? nah. he dives back in, wanting to feel everything. almost akin to a fire consuming every detail, from the slide of his tongue against the inside of his teeth to the dip of his molars in the back to the tiny tastebuds prickling the surface of his tongue as he twines and wraps it around his own. of course no one's kissed him like this before! not with the way enji flushed about seeing him naked and some of the comments he's made. dragging it out again, just to the edge of his teeth, then shoving it in once more, repeating those actions a few intimate times before finally letting endeavor break it.
just in time for the man's saliva-slicked finger (fuck he'd completely missed him slicking it up with his own spit) to slide around and probe at his backside again. different from the head of his cock, not as big but certainly firmer. circling him and drawing out a steamy groans from the younger man. just as he wonders about opening his mouth to taunt him for it, enji beats him to it. another grin drags up the corner of his mouth and he leans his head back to leer into his face, deliberately pressing his hips and ass down against his father's finger.]
[Modeling would obviously require very little social skill which lines up pretty cleanly with what Enji would prefer, but on the other hand he doesn't like the attention. Not in the way Dabi might think. He likes to be admired-- to command respect. Magazine models are the sort of people who are treated like nothing more than eye candy to the masses, and he has a hard time thinking he'd garner much respect that way.
But he's fine with only a handful of people (i.e: two) getting to admire him fully, up close and personal. He just never thought one of them would be Dabi at any point, but clearly, given his actions, he doesn't mind.
It's all a little exciting. Whether it's the catch in Dabi's breath every time he ruts against him, the blunt tip of his cock pressing at his entrance, or the slight scrape of staples against his skin that he's quickly growing to enjoy--the situation is admittedly thrilling. He groans responsively when Dabi's thighs close around him, his own cock producing little bits of precum at a time building up until he can feel it drip along his length a bit, then rub up against Dabi's hole.
He's too distracted by the kiss to remark on how his son feels like he's tempted to take him like its nothing, only to deny him access right after. Maybe Enji's the one being teased here. Dabi's kiss is all encompassing and feels impossibly hot, but he finds comfort in that heat. Enough that when their lips break apart, he misses the intimacy that was just there seconds ago.
But his fingers don't stop rubbing at him even as his hips stop pushing. He's getting satisfaction in other ways that the friction isn't missed. Dabi groaning like that pours fuel all over his fire, and he wasn't prepared for it. Or how casually his son uses body language alone to encourage him not to be shy about it. Enji doesn't need to be told twice. Though, even his two fingers are impossibly large. He still pushes them forward to apply more pressure until Dabi lets them inside. Enji prefers it that way to forcing his way in, but he's not so slow about pushing them in deeper once they're there. His movements are curious yet deliberate, feeling his way around inside his son's walls with this fingers, gently seeing if he can stretch him a little. But what for? They're not going to go that far, he tells himself. That would be crossing a line, wouldn't it?]
[depends. with this ruined reputation of his, dabi's wondered a few times what endeavor would do if he were to give up the hero farce (and somehow wind up not dead after the war). right now, the idea of him dealing with modeling is an amusing notion that sneaks its way between the rushes of pleasure and sensations. maybe endeavor could sign himself up in the red-light district and throw all of his shame into something actually useful. people could use him as much as he used to use other people. there's fucking karma for you.
sometime later, once he gets over the realization of what he's just done, dabi's going to take that time to look. hard to say he's admit to any sort of admiration when it comes to his scumbag of a father, but on a purely physical route, perhaps he could let his eyes and hands wander outside the shower...
teeth part again as he runs the tip of his tongue more firmly against the upper row, pressing hard enough he can feel it scrape. something to alleviate the anticipation and desire as enji teases the head of his dick along the rim of his entrance. fuck, part of him is screaming at him to tighten his legs and shove down. he's taken dry and raw before without screaming. but then again, this kind of stature and size isn't all that common out there in the underworld and those that are don't usually take to sexual things. distract from the body guarding and breaking shit.
all that goes out the window when slick precum smears across his flesh and touya hikes a leg up at the knee, foot pressing flat against the back of his father's thigh as if he's bracing himself for that plunging shove he just talked himself out of. inside... fucking hell, he wants him inside. the burn and pleasure of this kind of escape is impossible to get anywhere else; even drugs couldn't compare to a good hard fuck. maybe he should go back to kissing him...]
Ah fuck-
[eyes are bigger his damn stomach. or ass in this case. dabi curls his fingers sharply on endeavor's shoulders and he drops his head back with a teeth-baring hiss when the man presses both fingers in. stubbornly digging at his rim for a few seconds before the villain eases the tension in his stomach and the ring of tight muscle opens up and lets him in. it goes from push to stretch in zero seconds and his legs seize up around the hero's torso and thighs. god dammit, this guy had to get the fucking giant genes.
breath seething and a delirious grin starting to drag at his lips, touya's seeing white at the edges of his vision the further enji goes inside him. spreading him to the point of burning almost instantly. muscles flex and ribbon in slick lines around the man's fingers, a convulsing grip that throbs with dabi's heartbeats thrumming through his slick walls. his father's got his fingers inside him and holy shit if he doesn't start oozing precum from that thought alone. stubbornly, touya bites his proverbial tongue for now, refusing to voice the taboo realization until after the real show begins. wouldn't want dear ol' dad to chicken out before he starts properly fucking him.]
[That remorse Enji feels when he looks at Dabi doesn't extend to all the idiot villains he's pissed off. His soft spot is solely for his son. No amount of self-loathing would bring him low enough to let his former enemies take out their revenge on him--only Dabi can. If he were a wise man he would hope that his son doesn't hate him enough to trick him and feed him to the goddamn wolves.
Enji is already having to deal with what he's doing, what he's thinking about doing...what he'll probably do. It makes him sick to him stomach as much as it makes him want it more. He certainly has the capacity for villainy, so if he was ever unsure about that fact before, it's now clear as day.
When his son brings his knee up to give him better access, he thinks about just letting himself get carried away and giving in to the promise of tight heat around his cock. He nudges forward a bit too hard, applying a little too much pressure, and just before the head of his cock can start to sink into his son, he repositions him, replacing his arousal with his fingers to avoid a dangerous situation.
Dabi's swearing sounds like music that he won't get out of his head any time soon, and just to hear more of it, he curls his fingers curiously, angling them this way and that like he's looking for just the right spot. Eventually his thick fingers bump against Touya's prostate, and Enji focuses his efforts there. He'd much rather be inside him doing that, but even if they don't get to it this time, he'll consider this preliminary reconnaissance for that mission whenever the time comes.
He must be insane for thinking like that. That they'd ever do something like this again. His eyes drop to the healthy amount of precum Dabi's leaking, and it's clear that they both must be in the same boat to be desperate enough for intimacy that they're enjoying this.]
Then why do you sound so unsatisfied? [He's a selfish man. He wants Touya to say it. Enji presses kiss after kiss along his son's jaw down to the side of his neck, raking his burnt skin over with the stubble on his face like that might coax the words out of him.]
[perhaps he'll take some of that as selfish condolence for himself, though would probably use the man's softness for him against him at some point. even if just in arguments. but if it means he gets to spearhead his own revenge against endeavor without any risk of someone getting to the man first, hell if that's a disincentive. luckily for endeavor, dabi's far too damaged to think anyone other than himself deserves to take down the man who put him through this agony.
not that this is agony. he's having a dual shot of pleasure inside right now, from the physical stretch of his body around enji's fingers and the understanding his father's probably disgusted with himself right now for what he's doing. but if this kind of temptation and indulgence is going to get them both off, why the fuck should they stop it? that's the benefit of pleasure; it doesn't give a shit how it comes.
that little "almost" from before is impossible to forget. two large fingers work themselves inside, pressing him open and reaching further into areas he's not managed to burn yet. sticky and slick, a wet grip that's so different from the burned scarred flesh covering so much of his body. one accidental nudge and dabi's refusing to let this go without dragging endeavor all the way with him. they're both going to hell anyways. what's what more sin on the pyre?]
Shit-- [a straight press in and out suddenly turns into a slight swell as fingers curl inside him. dabi abruptly claws his hand on the man's shoulder, teeth gritting in pleasure and sensation with every exploring sweep and probe the hero's fingertips drag through his innards. looking for it, almost coming across it twice and earning a brief gasp or pant, before endeavor finally locates that little bundle way up in there. dabi drops his head back on his shoulders, eyes widening and mouth falling open in a silent noise. fucking hell, that's why he does this. everything shuts the fuck up all at once and it's only that filling his body up.
legs tighten up around his hips and sides, toes curling from the sizzle racing up his spine and down his limbs. it's a burn for once that doesn't feel bad and he drops his hips as best his can on the man's hand, thrusting himself onto his fingers. seeming to come back to himself, he lowers his chin and head, tongue tracing cross his teeth again as he leers with hungry and lust-preying eyes into his father's face. again? yeah, he has no problem with doing this again. finally an action they can do together that doesn't harm anyone else and won't break any real laws. what's not to enjoy?]
Maybe I don't want this to end too fast. [abandoning his shoulder and the showerhead, dabi wraps both hands around the back of endeavor's thick neck, fingers interlocking and thumbs sliding up and down the nape. pulling him closer when enji starts to go at his jaw neck with kisses, the marred flesh failing to feel much more than the pressure of his mouth against his skin.]
[He's disgusted with himself alright, but clearly he's as good at packing those feelings away as his son is. Maybe they're really not so different. Still, in order to use that as a bridge to something in common, they'd have to bring this up and talk about it some time in the future. Enji doesn't foresee that happening. He's not even sure he'd want to speak about this again out of a mixture of shame and embarrassment.
Yet, at the same time he shows zero inclination towards trying to stop it. How can he want to stop when Dabi responds so well to Enji's fingers trying to feel him out in search of one spot in particular. And how tight he gets the moment he does find it. Would it feel as good around his cock the way it does his fingers? The answer is obvious but he wants to feel it for himself. This is the epitome of greed and indulgence. He can't even make the argument that he's doing this because it's the only way Touya will let him get close. It just boils down to one monstrously fucked up thing:
Enji wants to fuck his son.
He keeps playing with Dabi like a toy with a button on it that he can press to cycle through programmed responses. Only its just a couple of fingers he's using to drive the young man crazy little by little. Enji deliberately backs off for a few seconds before driving his fingers in hard and fast to assault that same bundle of nerves, stopping and going while he observes Dabi's absolute bliss in between moments of lucidity. At this rate he's sure he can make him come without even having to be inside him.]
Maybe you have more stamina than I thought. [The lilt in his voice gives away that he doubts Dabi has it in him to withstand this for much longer. To make matters more difficult for Dabi, who apparently wants things drawn out, Enji encircles the entirety of his son's cock with his other hand. He makes it almost too hot as he feels how hard he is, squeezing gently at first, then strokes him slowly as he rubs his thumb back and forth over the sensitive parts of the crown.
He's set Dabi up for failure, but he's looking forward to what the villain will look like when he does let himself finish.]
[he saw that disgusted hesitation at the start, but by now it's burned away and been stuffed somewhere else. it'd be almost impressive if dabi didn't recall how easily enji ignored his family and compartmentalize them just as well. all he had to do was find something he wanted more than his conscience and it could go to hell with the rest of them. but he has to admit, the results of that--this time--are worth the effort. trust him, it's not something dabi'll want to do any in-depth talking about. doesn't mean he won't taunt him with it at a future date. if only to see the man try to compose himself again.
stopping is nowhere in his mind either. even his body is greedily demanding this continue. from the way he's climbing one leg up endeavor's side and hooking the other around his hips and thigh, to the clasp of his hands around the back of his neck for a harness to keep himself lassoed to his father's front. who would've thought those hands that wanted to punch his face in at one point would be cupping him like this and burying themselves inside him to the point of making him want to shout. twisting, spreading, curling, doesn't give a shit what enji's doing with his fingers so long as they keep moving.
blue eyes hood in a dangerous glow as those damn digits dare to ease off the motions. a breath hot enough to make the air waver in front of his lips escapes him in warning-- before that sudden shove makes touya jerk his head back again, cussing loudly in the shower as his shoulders hike up and fingertips bite into the back of his own hands. fuck fuck fuck! he's going so fast-! no pain, no weight, no bad heat, only a scorching bliss that's washing over him from head to splayed toes. whoever thought his fucking father could bring him this kind of sensation?
oh wait. he just said something... dabi drops his head to one shoulder, cracking a lewd grin at the other man's attention, a line of drool wandering out the abused corner of his mouth as it curves lurid upward.]
Ya think I can't last a while? [just because he winds up a little winded from long walks and can go down like a sack of potatoes to a hard enough blow doesn't mean he has the same issues in bed. it's easier to practice his stamina for that compared to his glass jaw. he deliberately extends his middle finger against the back of endeavor's neck and digs the rim of his blunt nail into his skin. enough it's going to leave a red crescent when he draws it back later.
buuut if he was going to say more, that's shut up with a sudden click of his teeth and a snarling hiss as another huge hand wraps around his dick instead.] Ngk-! ... bastard... [one eye clenches shut and that grin goes delirious from the dual sensations of tight grip and raised temperatures. the barbells on the underside of his cock rub against he man's palm with each squeeze, shooting his very-well-working-nerves with more endorphins. syrup oozes from the slit under his thumb, smearing around his head as enji circles the spongey tip.
yeah, he's shivering and twitching, doggedly holding on with every part of himself as a final fuck you. but it's not going to last for more than another minute.]
[The way Dabi looks at him when his fingers slow nearly causes Enji to laugh, but it only gets as far as a slight smirk. He doesn't mean to be condescending about it, but it may come off that way when he's literally playing with Dabi to see how much he can take.
Maybe if he had to explain himself he could blame the fact that he hasn't had any sexual contact with another human being in decades, but that admission feels too embarrassing. He's not sure when he can have this again, and maybe he is going too far, but he doesn't want to be kept up at night listing the things he could have done but didn't.
Enji kisses Dabi's open mouth a couple of times. He has more than enough cordination to finger fuck his son while he strokes his cock. When most of the effort in holding him up is shared between how tightly Dabi is wrapped around him, and the way he's positioned to lean the remainder of his weight against the tiled wall helping to sandwich the villain, he's free to use both his hands to drive him crazy.]
No, I don't think you can.
[Again, that unintentionally condescending grin when he sees Dabi realize that his end is imminent. If he were as a cruel a man as his family believed him to be, he may have just stopped. Cut off all contact and leave Dabi unsatisfied and probably livid with rage. But that's not what he wants. He wants Dabi to feel helpless against his impending orgasm, he wants his son to know it's futile and that Enji was selfless in giving him that. After all, he's still rock hard and being patient about waiting his turn. Even if Dabi comes, Enji isn't finished with him just yet.]
It's okay if you can't hold out.
[He means it to be comforting, but maybe there is a slight taunting tone to it that he'll also claim that he can't help. Enji tries and then follows through with a third finger. It's infinitely tighter suddenly, but his speed doesn't lessen, nor does his assault on that spot webbed with nerves to send relentless waves of pleasure through Dabi using just his fingers. His other hand doesn't really need to do much, playing with his piercings, smearing that generous amount of precum over along his slit and back down to the underside. He's waiting him out.]
Hurry up. I want to put my tongue inside you after this.
[he's better be glad the sex is distracting or else dabi'd be tempted to set the entire place on fire. out of spite! unfortunately, those fingers are distracting and the delay in their motions isn't long enough to push him that far. it's only a few seconds before he's struggling not to lose his breath again.
breath enji keeps stealing from him each time his mouth shoves against his own. there's nothing romantic or gentle about the way they kiss. open-mouthed messy things that punctuate their breaths with silence and a few throat-bound moans before the seal cracks open again. touya's left holding on with all four limbs, unable to even free his hand enough to reach back and grab the wall as the larger man shoves in all the way to his damn knuckles. good thing his back's literally against the wall; the only circumstance where that's a good thing.
his attempt at growling in reply to that taunting comment is wrenched halfway through by hitched air. god damn, he's going to pay him back for this before they're through tonight. luckily for enji, his eldest son's mind is far too distracted from the sexual pleasure to even bother attempting to throw its normal shade at him for any of this. there's too much sweeping under dabi's patchwork skin and collecting through his muscle as it drools down towards his hips and collects behind the flat wall of his stomach. fuck fuck fuckfuc-!!
touya doesn't know which of those things it is that finally does it. the crush of his mouth against his own making his upper lip burn with those tiny scrapes of stubble from his father's lips. the heat of his words and breath ghosting over his neck and jaw and mouth and wherever the fuck else the man's talking. the sudden plunge of a third finger inside that has him hiking up on his legs and shouting into the steamy room as everything's suddenly stretching and hurting and spasming all over in the best fucking way possible. the meat of his hand as it entombs his precum-slathered dick in endeavor's palm and fingers until there's a white well-worked froth squelching between the man's digits as he strokes him and torments the piercings laddering the underside of his cock. any of those things could've done it.
except his father decides to do all of them at the same time.
hiking his shoulder and knee up, everything winds tight as a rubber band before that immediate snap. dabi jerks his head back with a curse spit between his teeth, toes curling against enji's thigh and fingers sinking into his neck and the back of his own hand. wet walls seize up in a mixture of muscular rings and molten ribbons, his entrance clamping hard enough to try and shove all three of those fingers together inside him. his tight-stretched skin almost seems to pull tauter against the staples as every muscles in his lanky body goes hard and touya breaks, cock spurting out streams of hot white all over the air between them, spattering endeavor's chest and his own stomach with spurts of white, each pulse sucking his stomach in and bucking his hips up as he shoots out a few heavy ropes. before dwindling down into sleeker lines and then to a measly bubbling that oozes the rest of it out of his tip as his cock pulses its last into endeavor's calloused palm.
[Even though he'd been backing Dabi into a corner with it all, leaving him with very little choice but to shoot his load over his father's chest and stomach (as well as his own), Enji still manages to be surprised at how suddenly it happens. There's a light, dazed, feeling he gets. For a second he thinks he might faint, but it's something else.
His own cock aches and leaks, reminding him of his own needs, and offers an explanation to his own response to the sight of Dabi in that state. He memorizes every detail of the moment, from the way his staples pull at his skin in places when his muscles clamp down all over his body then release again with each string of come that leaves him. The expression on his son's face in that moment, how different it is from any looks he's seen Dabi with before. Even the way he breathes during and after makes Enji want to draw his fingers out and replace them with his dick. It's difficult, but he resists the urge well enough. He's had a lot of practice with denying himself rewards until he achieves his goals.]
You did well.
[The praise comes out of him unexpectedly, but he means it. Enji's fingers pull out slowly as he eventually lowers Dabi to his feet. He should have stepped away to rise off and then leave, but instead he takes another moment to look the younger man over, appreciating his handiwork before coaxing him to turn around. True to his word, he crouches at first, then lowers himself further onto his knees as his hands grab Dabi's hips to pull him back.
Enji presses his face forward without any hesitation, his nose meeting skin even before his tongue can find its way to Dabi's entrance. His fingers did enough to work him open so he could slip it right inside him if he wanted to go straight to it, but like everything else, he drags it out. Dabi must still be coming down from his high, and Enji doesn't want to overstimulate him--instead his tongue teases around his rim, lapping directly over it when the muscles clench tighter.
He still has the lingering memory of Dabi's hot release on his skin, and Enji can't help but reach down to give himself a little relief while he tongues at his son's entrance.
They've long since past the point at which Enji might have considered this too depraved an act to allow. The point of no return has long since passed, and now he just wants to enjoy himself without judgement.]
[there are worse places he's considered shooting (and has shot) his load than his father's ridiculously jacked torso. he's thought about it before too, in a vindictive sort of humiliation way. not this semi-reluctant reluctant taboo indulgence they were both clearly into. the reality of that's starting to settle in as dabi comes down from his high, breathing heavy and quick in the afterglow.
somewhere in his mind he understands endeavor just stared him down while he came, probably locked away his orgasmic face away in his mind somewhere. fuck, he doesn't care. he can feel disgusted with himself later on, clash it against the smug satisfaction he dragged his father down another lewd tract of depravity. but right now, his brain's focus is on other things. like how every nerve is either firing off in ecstasy or cooling off into that drunken buzz of post-orgasm high. and telling him plainly there's a god damn ship's mast rubbing up against his ass as three fingers continue to stretch him out on the inside. it's enough to keep that venomous voice inside his throat for the time being, blocked behind a few shaky groans.
you did well.
...how he fucking didn't want to hear those words he's wanted to hear for so fucking long. and yet there they are, the same ones he's longed for as a child now finally coming to his ears after some incestual indulgence of carnal sin. they're one fucking fucked up family of fuckers and his twisted heart can't even decide at the moment if he wants to go another round or throw the fuck up all over enji's chest...
lucky for him, being a villainous scumbag and endeavor deciding to draw his fingers out of him tilt the scales away from nausea and into the decidedly euphoric. in for a penny, in for a pound, right? his legs slide off the man's hips, arms loosening the almost-death-grip on endeavor's neck. once his feet come to rest on the slick tiles below, dabi takes a few seconds to regain his footing and leg support before answering that encouraging nudge. a sick, sensual grin slices across his vivisected face and he traces his tongue between his teeth as he turns his back on his father.
only to blink when endeavor goes onto his knees. wait... he was serious about tha-?! both hands slap against the shower wall and his hips angle backwards with the grab and pull. just in time for a warm face to press between his muscles and the scrape of stubble against sensitive skin. definitely can feel back there compared to enji nuzzling against his neck or jaw. a second later, warm and wet push right against his entrance and dabi thuds his forehead against the shower wall. a breathless curse and laugh drool out of his mouth in a groan as the man opts not to fuck it into him, but cruelly draw it in circles around the pucker of muscle. it's almost enough to make his knees buckle, but he locks them instead.
instinctively clenches his entrance at the lazy tracing, fingers alternating between white-knuckle pressing at the tile and lazy dragging over the slick surface. so much for stopping before things really went over. they'd crested the edge and plummeted long ago. he rolls his head to the side before reaching one hand back and shoving his fingers into his father's hair. cups the back of his crown, feeling soft spikes of red brushing all over his palm and fingers. then grips firmly and pulls him forward to shove his mouth and tongue against his rim.]
[This bridge has been burned. If his relationship with his son hadn't been completely incinerated on that mountain before, he's adding gasoline to the pyre just to make sure. Clearly it isn't a son he's looking for in Dabi, it's something else. He doesn't think himself a man who needs a lover--he never has before, and although he and his wife produced a handful healthy children, much of it was goal-oriented.
He doesn't have any such goals now as the number one hero, and he didn't think he needed an outlet like that for himself, but as he uses his hands to part Dabi's cheeks for better access he wonders how true his initial assessment was. Clearly he's so desperate for someone that he's resorted to his own offspring...and the worst among them. No amount of counseling could help fix whatever the fuck possessed him to do this. He's beyond caring now, though.
All he cares about is the sounds Dabi makes as Enji licks at him. It's impossible to tell if he's just tolerating him doing it because he's sore and spent and the soft gesture might feel nice, or if he's actively enjoying it. Enji doesn't have to keep wondering because Dabi reaches back to demand more of it. That's when he closes his eyes and pushes his tongue past that ring of muscle, working him relaxed and open again with wet passes of his tongue and strategically applied pressure to get deeper inside him.
His cock aches for more attention throughout it all, but outside of a few seconds at a time of attention, Enji leaves his own arousal comparatively untouched. He's still not sure if he wants to go as far as being inside his son. It's impossible to make up his mind as if this would make him any more awful of a person when they've done just about everything except that.]
[there's no complaints from touya about that one. kick down the blackened support beams and watch the entire structure collapse into the void below. of course, this does raise the question of what kind of "relationship" they have now. hero and villain sure, but a cross-social-morals fuck buddy system? could work. dabi's not one for relationships beyond that, apart from alliances that he can use to further his own agendas and simply semi-freeload off of for as long as their paths align. "friends" is a long-incinerated idea.
but this is something he could possibly accept for a while? the feeling of enji's fingers on his skin as he pulls his cheeks apart, the heat of his breath against the rim of entrance, and that damn wicked motion of his tongue wandering across his nerve-filled flesh is threatening to stroke dabi into an addiction that's only reachable by drugs. the fact it only took a few nudges and not even overt shoves to make endeavor fall into this pleasure with him satisfies him so much. fucking monster... but a hot one.
forehead grinding against the shower tiles, trapping some of his bangs between his brow and the wall, he tries wrangling his breath back into his chest after ghosting it all over the surface beyond his lips. dabi arches his spine, pressing his hips backwards a little more as he rolls his head to the side and his cheek falls against the cool patch of wall, staples scraping on the hardness. that one hand's still stuck up here trying to dig his fingers through the tile, but the other one's contend to fist his father's hair and drag him forward into him, demanding him to get past the fucking teasing and shove something back inside.
right as his tongue finally presses into him, dabi oozes a lurid cuss against the wall. muscles relax, inviting enji to work his tongue further inside him, only to seize up and clench once he gets the feeling the larger man's inside as far as he can get without inuring himself. how the fuck did he know how to move his tongue like that? coaxing his muscles to loosen again and let him get so far in. who the fuck taught endeavor rimming strategy?
he wants to feel more of this, still has no intention of letting endeavor get away with just a fingerfuck and a rimjob, but he'll bring that up in a bit, determined to indulge in this power trip for a little while longer.]
[Even though Dabi's just finished and isn't likely to bounce back so immediately, Enji is curious enough to slide his hand between his son's legs, rubbing over his sac to feel over his dick even as his own is hot, hard, and neglected. He's punishing himself, and it's not so subconscious anymore when he's fighting with himself over it.
If he closes his eyes as his tongue explores his son's hole, he can translate that feeling at least partially, extrapolating what it might be like to have his cock inside the younger man. He's afraid if he touches himself to those thoughts he may not last much longer, and he's not in his prime anymore. Enji has endurance and stamina for days, but his rebound rate is entirely biological and not something he can train himself to be quicker at--definitely not at his age.
So in an abundance of caution he continues to focus on giving Dabi pleasure while ignoring his own. He uses a lot of saliva to try to work it inside the villain in place of lube like he knows what he's going to do even when his conscience tells him that crosses some arbitrary line that he's sure he crossed kilometers ago. Every time Dabi relaxes, Enji's tongue fucks his hole, dipping in and out of him, always trying to work deeper inside as much as his anatomy allows him to. And when his son tightens around his tongue, he still tries to push at his entrance to worm his way inside. The tongue is a muscle too, and a strong one. People forget and take it for granted, but it can overcome a great deal of resistance.
He didn't learn any of this anywhere. All of this is just years and years of celibacy putting ideas into his head that he has never had a good outlet for until now.
As much as he loves how much Dabi enjoys this, how his mouth and the lower part of his face is covered with saliva, he knows deep down it's not enough. As always, he's being greedy. He's not sure any amount of preparation can ready someone for his cock, but Enji's need to fill Dabi with it is not going away.]
[dabi's eyes widen as a huge hand wanders between his thighs and deliberately fondles his overly-sensitive dick, going up on the balls of his feet instinctively as he can feel the pounding of endeavor's wrist pulse right against his sac. that's a damn jolt through his nerves and it threatens to steal his breath away from him. with so much of him covered in unfeeling burn scars and pain being the main sensation he feels during his life now, anything that stimulates his nerves with the intent of causing pleasure can really hit him hard.
but he hasn't forgotten about the man kneeling behind him. every motion of his tongue inside his ass threatens to shove his mind right back into that hazy, orgasmic state, where it's nothing but pleasure and a heat he actually doesn't get burned from. but the grip he has on his father's hair keeps him grounded, enabling him to control some of the man's actions as he drops back down on his heels and presses himself firmly back against the man's mouth. still doesn't explain how he got this good with his damn tongue...
dabi wants to know, but isn't about to ask. not now at least. save that for later when he can zing him with it unexpectedly. another exhale, another slackening of his muscles, and another plunge of that tongue inside him. which sends his nerves in a bursting frenzy, causing him to tighten back up, stomach hardening and the heated walls of his ass seizing around endeavor's tongue to try and squeeze him out, suck him in, and massage him all at the same time. and enji's still managing to fuck him clean through the entire contractions. fuck, it's amazing. he's been rimmed before, but dabi can't say it's ever been done this intensely. especially when the man deliberately forces it back inside him right after he shoves him out. that's a fucking thrill.
until finally, when he feels his own cock starting to thicken and swell again (yay for the refractory period of youth), dabi flexes his arm and yanks back simultaneously as he pulls his hips forward, separating endeavor's face from his ass and putting some distance between them.]
Fuck, enough of that. [he's done. but not with endeavor. turning his head, he glares down at his father from over his shoulder, upper body twisted enough at the hips and chest to let him see from the corner of his eye. burning blue beneath his irises as he holds the kneeling man in his gaze.] Fuck me.
[Not a ask, not a suggestion, but a visceral command made thick and harsh.]
[The way Dabi recoils from Enji's touch by raising up on the balls of his feet out of reflex tells him everything he needs to know in that moment. He makes it a point not to do too much or risk putting him off too soon. Instead he focuses on what he's doing with his mouth. Not usually one for patience, he finds it oddly easy to wait for him to rebound.
Well, wait to touch him, anyway. He was too wound up and ready to go to wait for everything else. Thankfully Dabi seems to feel the same way because he shifts away from his father's mouth to insist he fuck him instead. Enji didn't have to be asked, but he will admit there's a small fire that burns inside him now that his son has said the words. If he were a pot of water, the sight of Dabi glaring at him as he makes his demand would threaten to boil him over instantly. How he's able to respond so intensely to eyes that look just like his own is something he will have to look into later.
Right now, he focuses on getting to his feet. He won't make him wait because in doing so he'll be punishing himself, and that isn't something he can take much longer. It takes him no time at all to press himself against Dabi from behind, using his feet to nudge the shorter man's legs a bit further apart so he could rub the tip of his cock directly against his entrance--still wet with his saliva. Between that and how much precum he's produced, pushing past Dabi's initial resistance is easy. The head of his cock slips right in, stretching his son out to make space for him with ease because of how well prepared he is. But. It's going to be the rest of his cock that will remind them of what's lacking without lube as he tries to nudge further inside him.
At least he's aware of his own size, and takes care in how he proceeds. Enji is tempted to just sheathe himself inside Dabi fully in one push when he feels the heat of his son's body around just the tip of his cock. Giving it to him at once and then leaving him a moment or two to grow used to it. He's tempted, but fights the urges in favor of shallowly fucking him, first with just the tip of his cock, gradually giving him more until Dabi's taking half of him. He presses a kiss to the back of his son's shoulder, knowing that if he hates it, he'll say so. His assumption is that Touya will hate anything tender from his father, so he'll enjoy this as long as he allows it.]
[for having so much of his skin unable to feel anything outside of pressure and eventually pain, the parts that are able to feel end up eagerly offering more than he normally could want. particularly during sex, leaving him a strange mixture of desensitized numbness and oversensitive pieces. endeavor's focus on his ass is driving him insane, both from the continued pressure and touches and the knowledge it's not going to be enough.
until he finally makes that demand and thank fucking god enji doesn't have any reservations coming to the surface. he can beat himself up for his disgusting perversions all he likes on the inside, so long as none of that shit prevent the larger man from getting off his damn knees and shoving his dick inside him. oh there's certainly some intense pleasure at saying those words and knowing they're going to be both heard and followed. knowing endeavor actually wants to fuck his own son, and touya wants his father in the same depraved manner. he's still not too gone pleasure wise to wonder what the rest of the family would say...
maybe he can give him a small reward later for not growling more at endeavor taking the time to get to his feet. the man's only human after all, but dabi's libido is far from patient right now. or logical. touya grunts hard when his chest hits the wall and the massive mountain of muscle that is his father presses right up behind him. chest overwhelming his back and hips dwarfing his own from the sheer sensation of it. legs press against his own, ankles knocking dabi's further apart to spread himself open. he sucks in a heated breath before letting it out in a lurid grin as endeavor's cock nudges right up between his cheeks and against his hole. still soaking from that wicked tongue earlier. his father's own saliva making way for his own dick in his own son's ass. what a fucking scandal... and dabi loves it. enough to be selfish about not wanting other people to know about this.
the sensation of his precum oozing onto his skin, mixing with the glaze of spit, makes things even better and touya growls out a hot curse of encouragement (and likely approval). fingers tighten against the wall and he grabs onto enji's hips with his free hand as the man pushes past the pucker of muscle. the sensation yanks his eyes wide open and dabi slams his jaws shut with huff at the stretch. holy shit-! three fingers really wasn't overkill prep. pushing him open, muscle widening and scraping backwards across the rising slope of his head, before the final crest of his tip's crown suddenly slurps inside with a sudden 'pop' and jolt. dabi balls his hand into a fist, body closing up tight around the back of endeavor's head as soon as he's in.
wants to say that's the toughest part, but... for as reckless as he is, touya likes his ass to work and thus bites back the snarling desire to tell his father to fucking shove it in. instead, those spasming muscles in the younger man's tunnel are quick to seize up around the man's cock. heartbeats throb in time with his frantic pulse, beating simultaneously with endeavor's cock pulsing inside him. it's a heady feeling, coming through even clearer as the man pushes forward, inching more of himself into his heat. man's a fucking monster, but in a totally different manner right now.
in and out, slowly fucking him with those shallow thrusts and working more of himself past his ring until dabi's panting all over the wall and he's completely lost track of just how much of his father's dick's inside. could be a fourth, could be half, doesn't know and doesn't care. at the moment, he's a bit too enthralled in the pleasure and taboo of this to bother with any sort of hatred. the kiss gets completely swept away by the pleasure of endeavor fucking him. of course, it also depends on which shoulder he kisses him on.]
[It's troubling how well-behaved Dabi seems when he's after something he wants. There's no fuss or protest about it when Enji repositions him, and despite the wordless directives, Dabi is more compliant than his father has ever seen him. He finds it amusing, but keeps that to himself. He's too close to risk pissing Dabi off now.
Underneath it all is a layer of guilt that he continuously tries to push down and shove out of sight. He keeps telling himself that giving Touya something he wants has been long awaited for the both of them. Maybe this isn't the ideal way to do it, but it would be a lie to say he would take what he can get. The head of his cock nudges just for a moment before sinking into his son, his self-revulsion and pleasure raising up in unison at how willingly he accepts it at first, and then how Dabi's body seems so tight around him to keep him there. His delusions are just as bad as the villains, but he's not deluding in the knowledge that Dabi enjoys this.
As much as he'd like to be kind and gentle, taking his time feels increasingly more impossible the longer he shallowly fucks Dabi. He hisses impatiently at the conflict between wanting to do the right thing and wanting to give in to the wicked side of his brain that he'd recently tried to burn out entirely. Who was he kidding? There was never any reality where he would make love to his son tenderly, that's not what this is and he knows it. He can't twist the truth to something that he digests more easily. This just is what it is.
Enji shoves in the rest of the way with a hard push, making it evident that even with saliva and water, there's not enough lube to keep this comfortable forever. He drags his teeth over Dabi's skin, teeth clicking over metal staples as he wraps a large arm across the younger man's chest to hold him in place for the next few thrusts. His cock withdraws and drives in again fully in quick succession. Enji swears under his breath between groans and pants at how good it feels not to hold back. His fingers dance around Dabi's neck, not quite encircling his throat, but the threat of that is there.
If Dabi does this sort of thing often, Enji can't tell. The villain feels tight and hot around him, but considering his size that grip around his cock was inescapable.]
[as much as touya despises his family, the sad truth is, all this time on the streets hasn't completely been able to unlearn the foundations his formal upbringing instilled in him. calm, quiet, rude, and dangerously charming when he wants to be, it's a lingering testament to the todoroki blood inside dabi's veins as his father moves him in the shower with no complaint from his son. plus... it's sex and he wants it. why the hell would he bitch about that and deny himself that momentary escape from this life?
yeah, he enjoys this. every damn aspect of it. from the disgusting taboo of incest to the could-give-a-shit pleasure of having sex with someone regardless of who they are, it's that twisted spire of knowing and not caring all at once. endeavor's galled over this, but at the same time, he obviously isn't doing this just because dabi seduced him. touya knows his father is far stronger than that. no, there's guilt and want at play here, attraction and penance entwined, and it's all wrapped up in that carnal connection as he seizes onto his father's attention, selfishly getting something he'd desired and been denied for so long. perhaps if enji had focused on his son as a child and gave him those platonic acknowledgements and praises, he wouldn't be down here in a villainous hideout shelter shower fucking his son as an adult.
one hand reaches back and dabi hooks it around the back of the hero's broad neck. the next shallow thrust has his leg hiking up onto the ball of his foot, deliberately dragging the bone of his kneecap against the shower wall. something to alleviate the pressure nudging in and out of him in that damn delay of gratification as endeavor takes his time trying to decide what to do. but that's not stopping him from moving as he steps one leg back, the staples on his instep scraping across the top of his father's ankle.
each pop of his head in and out of him hauls a gasp from his lips or some other bodily reaction, most noticeably the villain's clenching hole tightening up around his father's huge body hard when the man's cock splits him open again. shallow fucking, amazing feeling, that burn and stretch which causes his remaining working nerves to scream in pleasure. dabi wants him to shove it in all at once but he's also fine with enji taking his sweet time. he'll indulge in this sin as long as endeavor feels like letting him, soaking up all of it.]
FUCK!! [apparently "all of it" means all of it and dabi drives his head backwards, hair throwing water off the spikes as he grinds it against his father's shoulder. endeavor slams the rest of himself in. that push has his hips meet his ass and the villain's shout rings through the enclosed space. it hurts--fuck it hurts real bad--and it's obvious in touya's voice. but that pain comes with a sick pleasure that's undeniable in his throat either, the way his ass seizes up around endeavor's dick in a strangling grip. he feels every damn detail of him pulsing inside, spreading him open and forcing his body to move for his father's presence. a sudden inappropriate flashback to a moment in the shower with his father way back when, standing in front of him with his big body looming behind him, following instructions on washing behind his ears and making sure he keeps his eyes shut so the shampoo doesn't get in them. fuck, it's a completely different version of his childhood in a twisted way.
teeth scrape at his skin, sliding over the burning demarcation line between scar and health, hurting and blissing simultaneously. staples tug slightly from the brushing touch as endeavor wraps his arm around his chest and pulls him back against him like a damn carseat belt that dabi never wears anymore. at least it keeps his chest off the cooling tile walls and instead flushes his back to endeavor's bulging chest and stomach. one thrust, a second one, he swears he's getting jolted off his feet each time the man thrusts home, though the shouts are intermingled with groans and silent gasps when enji drags out of him. so fucking much! and everything else is gone. that's what he wants. this is why he indulges in getting close to people from time to time. the amazing moment when sex is all his brain can think about and the rest of his life vanishes in the pace of moving bodies and thrusts and fuck.
fingers brush around his neck and dabi's free hand snaps up to grab at his father's wrist. before abruptly shoving upward, forcing the man's hand against his throat. either do it or don't, but don't threaten him with a good time and then stick indecisive around it, ya damn hero! won't say it out loud because he doesn't want enji to randomly have a moral crisis mid-fuck. but the invitation is there. he can hold his breath and he's pretty damn sure endeavor's got some frustrations he could work out with a bit of sexual throttling of the man who's been threatening to burn his entire world to the ground out of sheer hate and spite. he's endeavor's son, but he's a dirty fucking villain all the same!]
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Date: 12/9/21 12:49 (UTC)Ruined his family in the process. Touya ended up with all of Enji's strengths, but weaknesses enough to make up for it. And the traits Enji had that were more suitable for villainy? Dabi wore those on his sleeve naturally--those parts of himself that the hero Endeavor had to hide and relegate to his personal life alone. At least if he was a terrible human being, it would never put a stain on his hero record.
Dabi distracts him from his introspection when the young man stares him down and smacks a hand to his face like he owns it. Granted, he did play the largest part in giving him that scar on his face. Maybe he did own it, and every other part of his father's body. The scary thing is that Enji isn't so bothered by the idea. In a twisted way he knows he can never change Dabi's mind about the past and won't ever be forgiven for what he did. Dabi may never want to be close to him in any other way, but at least like this he doesn't show the same resistance to accept him.
If he's going to burn in hell, he might as well light the match himself.]
I can make it burn.
[In an instant Enji's already warm skin gets hotter. Not enough to burn Dabi's skin that's already used to a good amount of heat, but enough that any normal person would quickly want to draw their hand away. They're both playing with fire, figuratively and literally, but Enji is willing to give Dabi whatever it is that he wants. He's creeping closer to acceptance that he has that same potential for madness that Dabi has. He keeps finding ways to warp things to suit his own desires. Like deciding that the villain has ruined his own body and therefore deserves to enjoy his own healthy one however he pleases. And what sane person would pay for a wife with the intention of making powerful babies, then abuse that wife for standing up to him when he takes training too far.
It feels worse to be a bad man playing the hero than to be like Dabi who is awful but doesn't ever try to hide it. Maybe he should stop pretending. The slight scratch of staples against his skin makes him groan and he rocks his hips forward again. He hasn't done anything like this in decades.]
You're sick.
[It's a half-assed insult when his cock is swelling in response to the friction. Would a normal man even be able to get hard in a situation like this considering who they both used to be? He's clearly the one that's sick, and he's even the one to initiate it even if Dabi had been slowly dropping subtle hints about it--or that could be his own version of insanity making excuses for his misbehavior again. Enji wants to tell him that he'll stop if Dabi doesn't want it, but he can't find the voice to say those words. He doesn't want to stop, either, so maybe if he doesn't present that as an option they can take this further and see where it goes.
He only needs one hand to hold Dabi in place, so the other is free to wander over Dabi's wet body while the other seems focused on his face. Enji tries not to flinch as that scar on his face gets touched--something that has never happened--not like this. He hardly touches it himself. He draws in breath through teeth he hadn't recalled gritting, but he tries to focus on other things. Like moving his hand over Dabi's chest, his fingers passing back and forth over nipples that he's not sure produce much feeling.]
Of course I haven't. What's wrong with you? [It's difficult to speak with Dabi playing with his mouth like he's some kind of toy and not a human man, but he gets his point across. His brows furrowing in annoyance at the question. Why the hell would he ever do anything like this with them. They're his family. Dabi is..very much the exception. What's wrong with him?
Enji wants to say that he's not touched anyone since Shouto was conceived, but it's embarrassing enough to suppress that fact. He's done a lot to play the part of a dedicated hero. Giving up pleasures of the flesh to spend more time training or on the job. The hand holding Dabi up moves away the tighter those legs close around him, giving Enji the freedom to allow it to roam as well. He squeezes Dabi's ass with both hands, drawing him down against him as he slides his cock against the cleft of his ass, rocking his hips slowly back and forth rather than impulsively.]
Of course it's only you. [Who else would it be? There's been a few close calls with Hawks, but the kid wasn't even half his age. He feels more of a familial bond with the young hero than he does toward Dabi. So yeah, it's really only him.] Are you just going to mess with me, or are you going to kiss me? [Are those off limits? Is he allowed to ask for that? Enji's heart hammers so hard in his chest that the pounding might just be audible.]
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Date: 12/9/21 20:34 (UTC)and he's fucking proud of it. there's almost a cruel reverence and admiration of his own handiwork as he touches it, exploring the design and shape of its ragged outlines and the way his flesh changes texture within that ghoulish rip. deep down inside his twisted psyche, buried and poisoned like the rest, there's still that tiny lingering desire to be with his father again. not in the hellish revenge he usually wants, but childishly demanding his father's attention back on him. like it had been.
though it's long-since grown into an adult demand now. and endeavor certainly has lit that spark.]
Fuck...
[it's all he bothers with as the heat against him ratchets up to a noticeable rank. without the cold water pouring down to keep things somewhat recycled, the enclosed space rapidly starts to steam up from the lingering water on the floor. a normal person would instinctively draw back, not only from the heat but also from the man it exudes from. dabi's not a normal person and the corner of his mouth hooks upward again, enough to stretch the seam of his cheek between skin and scar open. something about possibly seeing that insanity in endeavor again is thrilling. they're so similar after all, something he's quickly finding out once again even after only a few hours with the man. whatever trades endeavor's making n his mind to justify this, or if he's simply throwing care to the wind, he's all for it.
this is what he's been gunning for, seeing the man finally shed all those trappings of heroism and apology and return to the nasty core inside. even if it only comes out during this carnal connection, at least it proves it's still there and he can revel in it. hearing the groan from enji's throat at the drag of those metallic edges on his skin earn repeat of it, hiking a leg at the knee to scrape the inside of his thigh's pierced rim against his father's hips. answering that slow thrust forward again as his back presses to the shower wall.]
Just noticin?
[the same interested tone from before, a faint heat in his voice that's only ever present when this shit's happening and when he gets really fired up in a battle. dabi's breath comes free in a shudder at the first touch of endeavor's dick against his skin, hips curiously notching forward to shamelessly take a grinding feel against his swelling organ. it really should be sick, but he only feels a twisted sense of satisfaction from getting such a response. it's enough to twitch his own into life, lifting between his thighs and hardening right there against enji's lower abdomen. seriously, what's not to want? dabi's the furthest thing from a saint and he'd be lying if he said some of his vices are nothing more than chances to escape the pain and filth of his life by slamming back some hot doses of pleasure.
if that's not telling enough. one hand to keep him there. though he's stubbornly giving credit to his own legs around his waist and the hand on the wall... which probably won't be staying there. as endeavor's hand wanders his own body, dabi's caught in the conflicting sensations of nostalgia and disgust clashing with pleasure that gives zero fucks. his own half-and-half lips part with a soft breath of interest and mild sensation as the man explores his chest and nipples. his scarred flesh is numb to most, but the rest of it remains fairly normal as far as nerves go. earning a few catches in his throat as his stomach sinks inward and hardens from the reaction. fuck... this is really gonna happen.]
A lot.
[simple question. he traces the tip of his finger across enji's lower lip, silently noting the smoothness that's so much different from his own. this is going to be a little difficult. half of him wants to cling to the man like he's the newest fling for a fuck; the other half wants to set him on fire and lounge next to his bones. but hell if he doesn't get some enjoyment out of enji's disturbed reaction to his question.
one shoulder hikes up, the one not yet covered in scars, and he tilts his head towards it, turquoise eyes the same shape and hue as the ones looking at him glowing into enji's own. muscles tighten, ass flexing beneath the hands gripping, and he reaches up with his free hand to grab onto the shower head's stalk. leaving his legs and his father's hands as the only support he has above the shower floor. a thick curse seeps from his lips as the man's cock threads between his cheeks, hole clenching instinctively every time the bare ghost of his crown touches it before thrusting back through again. yeah, he can use this.]
Nice to hear ya say that again.
[the question doesn't get an answer. he merely abandons enji's facial scar, hooks his hand around the back of his broad neck, and hauls himself forward with more strength than those lanky arm muscles would suggest. sitting up in his hands, legs dropping to hook his feet against the inside of his thighs, bringing himself flush to his father's chest and stomach as his cock ruts into the man's chiseled abdominal muscles. it's a rush and almost predatory, pouncing on him before leering into his face.
then leans in and kisses him full on the mouth. hesitation doesn't exist here, only deliberate delay to make a point that he's kissing him. upper lip smooth and flesh, lower lip crenelated and burned with staples and hoop piercings punched through his skin. pressing to him and wrapping around him like a devil from hell indulging in that taboo bliss. what makes it even better is feeling just how hard enji's heart's going against his chest. so fucking excited. or nervous.]
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Date: 12/9/21 22:29 (UTC)Those little invasive memories have no place here. Not now. Not with what they're doing currently, but Dabi has that same disregard for his father's intimidating presence and strength. He prefers it that way. Having someone willing to talk down to him or belittle him in general isn't his cup of tea, but when people tend to walk on eggshells around him that kind of thing makes him feel like a normal man.
But he isn't a normal man, either. A normal man wouldn't take advantage of his own offspring's deep-seeded need to seek his father's attention. And that's what this was, wasn't it? Dabi wanting his attention, and he wasn't guiltless either. He wants the attention, the contact, the admiration from him. They're both sick, and clearly feed off of each other's weaknesses. At least Dabi can claim that he's not pretending to be something he isn't--Enji has no excuses for himself.
Despite the shame filling him, the sounds Dabi makes with every push of his hips eggs him on. When he glances down between them, he's greeted by Dabi's dick, noticeably harder than when he first grabbed him to pin against the wall of the shower. At least this sickness they're engaging in is mutual. He couldn't do it if it wasn't. His fingers dedicate just as much time to the areas of damaged skin as it does to the healthy sections, but he notices that he gets more of a response from the latter and focuses on that instead.
Dabi grabs at the neck of the showerhead for support, Enji presumes. He doesn't need Dabi to help support him, but he doesn't do anything to impede the younger male's movements. Enji hadn't given much thought to what he might need the leverage for until burned hands grip his shoulders and legs twine around him so that when Dabi moves against him, he can feel exactly what's being pressed up between the muscles of his abs. He swears under his breath, his eyes too fixated on his son's to respond in any meaningful way.
Even if he had something to say, the mouth pushed against his suddenly keeps him from saying it. Enji prefers it that way. Talking has never been his strong suit, anyway. His eyes close into the kiss, and he does notice how different it is. The texture from top to bottom is different, which he expected, but it's not as rough as he thought it might be--the lower half of Dabi's face. It's not at all unpleasant, and he finds himself wondering what the inside of his son's mouth might feel like.
He hates every part of himself, but he can't bring himself to stop either.]
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Date: 12/10/21 04:20 (UTC)and then it was all gone. just like those memories. a childhood he barely recalled because it meant nothing. only a fake lead into the disgusting truth. when all that joy and happiness was nothing more than a front designed to sucker him into the reality of his existence. enji enjoyed him when he was new, when he was promising, but once he was revealed to be nothing more than a failed experiment, pretenses dropped.
dabi hates those damn memories. hates that little kid with a smile on his face. what did he know of what lay in store, what was really going through the man's mind. enji likely couldn't wait for him to grow old enough and awaken his quirk to get started. just a vessel. just an experiment for his pride.
but even that insane wreckage of his childhood happiness doesn't pervade into this sin. dabi's once again taken with just how large the other man in, how impressive that stature and strength he'll never possess, and the heat that's washing over him he'll eternally exceed. it's not hard to grip him and drag endeavor into the kiss, almost like he'll be able to manipulate, intoxicate, and capture him with it. let him taste the darkness he know's inside him and simply doesn't want to admit to.
except this isn't taking advantage; that implies a certain level of deceit and innocence, an imbalance of want between the two parties. ironically, it's more apt to say dabi's the one taking advantage of his own flesh and blood by pull his father's guilt into this taboo indulgence. sure, he'll let enji take the blame for this as well as he likes, but there's a power rush in getting the hero into such a predicament, and goading him into following through, that's giving the villain a fucking trip right now.
oh it's mutual alright. touya's hard as a rock, the droplets of steam condensing on his skin catching the dim light of the shower through the shadow of his enji's frame so close to him. as his cock presses to the man's stomach, it'll be hard to miss the now-revealed piercings running up the underside of his dick: a silver four-rung frenum ladder centered on his shaft. if he's gonna feel here, then he's gonna make it feel even more, selfishly encouraging the remaining flesh on his body to trigger even more nerves.
he grateful for the silenced water, not having to worry about his skin getting more waterlogged and softer around the pierced areas. probably for the best considering the grinding and rubbing actions that glide against his flesh. lining his shaft up perfectly amid the central definition of endeavor's abs, rutting with slow undulations of his hips until his head's starting to leak clear beads of syrupy pre down onto his stomach. it mingles with the water smearing there already, heralding a later mess they'll have to clean off again with another quick wash.
holy fuck, dabi never thought hearing endeavor swear like that would be a turn on, but lo! here they are and it damn well is. swallowing any further curses with his mouth, the villain remains capturing with his lips and arresting with his hand, forcing enji to remain close to him as he wraps all around him. heedless to being held up entirely by his father's strong arms and legs. doesn't need to read the man's mind to realize this is now going to be his game.
the hand on endeavor's nape tightens, blunt nails digging into his skin as he tilts his head to the side. deepening the kiss until he feels the slight parting of his jaw to take a breath amid the liplock. and immediately shoves his entire tongue into his mouth, forcing apart jaws strong enough to bite his tongue clean off if endeavor was in the mood. he'd shove the muscle down enji's throat if he could, but since it's not that long, touya settles for exploring what he can reach. pulling his lips back to he can pant obscenely against his father's mouth and bare his tongue spreading open his teeth to "the world" around them. slicking it up and down, tracing the faint ribbed texture of his mouth's roof and then plunging it down to roughly shove endeavor's tongue to the side and bath in the soft spongy wet below at the bottom of his jaw. who cares if he starts to drool? they're past feeling shame now.]
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Date: 12/10/21 12:11 (UTC)So he's not in the dark about the way he looks, just about the things people might want to do with him. Dabi had been the one to bring that up. He wonders if this is one of those things as he feels the underside of his son's cock slide against his stomach. They're pressed so close together now that he can't watch but he can certainly feel it. And the studs of metal that he'd only gotten a glance or two at, he can feel them very clearly now.
Both Enji's hands had lowered to the space between Dabi's ass and thighs. One hand helping keep him up, the other helping his heavy cock slide against him. Sometimes he'll deliberately rub the head of his arousal right up against Dabi's entrance, applying enough pressure that he can feel it, but not enough to actually penetrate. His brain seems to think that the threat of it is almost just as good as what it might really feel like, so his soft grunts into the heated kiss keep coming.
Dabi only needed a single opening to go in for the kill, and his tongue is in Enji's mouth mapping it out methodically. This is the thing that causes his face to flush. No one's ever kissed him like that before, it doesn't even feel right to call it a kiss. Dabi's tongue feels like it's fucking his mouth, and Enji doesn't do anything but take it, sucking at his son's tongue briefly with soft pulls then giving him space to have his way.
Enji brings up a hand to wipe away some of the excess moisture dripping down the corner of Dabi's mouth. That same hand disappears out of sight, soon to reveal itself as Enji rubs his wet finger in slow circles against the rim of Dabi's hole. Just like his cock, he doesn't push into him, just lets him marinate with the idea of it. It would be so easy, though. His cock is too much to take impulsively without proper preparation, but his fingers could get the job done too. The sick part of him wants Dabi to ask for it.
Enji breaks away from the kiss just for a couple seconds to speak, at last:] Do you need more?
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Date: 12/10/21 22:17 (UTC)dabi's had to listen to some of that shit. villains or scum he's hung around discussing endeavor and all the ways they'd like to kill him, capture him, or fuck him. usually revolves around those three actions. he'd made plenty of enemies out there, some more depraved than others. they'd be fucking jealous to know the scarred, lanky guy in the shadows is the one trapped between the wall and endeavor's body. nah, he'd never let them know; this is his and fuck them for thinking otherwise. never was good at sharing...
feeling his hands back there is amazing. the caress of fingers across his skin that can actually feel sends his breath puffing out harder around his tongue, though he keeps himself in control by tightening his legs and rocking back into the man's grip as his cock slides along him. it's only when he actually feels endeavor's tip pressing to the clenching rim of his entrance that he finally breaks the kiss and drags his tongue out of his mouth, slicking it between his teeth and across his lips like he just finished a meal.
tempting him, how he's pushing against his hole but refusing to penetrate him immediately. he can relax his body, let the muscle give a little when enji pushes, then tightens up again and squeezes him out to a flush rub instead. not yet. he wants this to last longer. sure plenty of his times have been a quick "shove it in; screw the pain" but if he's going to be indulging in this kind of filth, might as well lounge.
done with the kiss? nah. he dives back in, wanting to feel everything. almost akin to a fire consuming every detail, from the slide of his tongue against the inside of his teeth to the dip of his molars in the back to the tiny tastebuds prickling the surface of his tongue as he twines and wraps it around his own. of course no one's kissed him like this before! not with the way enji flushed about seeing him naked and some of the comments he's made. dragging it out again, just to the edge of his teeth, then shoving it in once more, repeating those actions a few intimate times before finally letting endeavor break it.
just in time for the man's saliva-slicked finger (fuck he'd completely missed him slicking it up with his own spit) to slide around and probe at his backside again. different from the head of his cock, not as big but certainly firmer. circling him and drawing out a steamy groans from the younger man. just as he wonders about opening his mouth to taunt him for it, enji beats him to it. another grin drags up the corner of his mouth and he leans his head back to leer into his face, deliberately pressing his hips and ass down against his father's finger.]
Start with two. I'm not always so patient.
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Date: 12/11/21 13:02 (UTC)But he's fine with only a handful of people (i.e: two) getting to admire him fully, up close and personal. He just never thought one of them would be Dabi at any point, but clearly, given his actions, he doesn't mind.
It's all a little exciting. Whether it's the catch in Dabi's breath every time he ruts against him, the blunt tip of his cock pressing at his entrance, or the slight scrape of staples against his skin that he's quickly growing to enjoy--the situation is admittedly thrilling. He groans responsively when Dabi's thighs close around him, his own cock producing little bits of precum at a time building up until he can feel it drip along his length a bit, then rub up against Dabi's hole.
He's too distracted by the kiss to remark on how his son feels like he's tempted to take him like its nothing, only to deny him access right after. Maybe Enji's the one being teased here. Dabi's kiss is all encompassing and feels impossibly hot, but he finds comfort in that heat. Enough that when their lips break apart, he misses the intimacy that was just there seconds ago.
But his fingers don't stop rubbing at him even as his hips stop pushing. He's getting satisfaction in other ways that the friction isn't missed. Dabi groaning like that pours fuel all over his fire, and he wasn't prepared for it. Or how casually his son uses body language alone to encourage him not to be shy about it. Enji doesn't need to be told twice. Though, even his two fingers are impossibly large. He still pushes them forward to apply more pressure until Dabi lets them inside. Enji prefers it that way to forcing his way in, but he's not so slow about pushing them in deeper once they're there. His movements are curious yet deliberate, feeling his way around inside his son's walls with this fingers, gently seeing if he can stretch him a little. But what for? They're not going to go that far, he tells himself. That would be crossing a line, wouldn't it?]
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Date: 12/11/21 17:44 (UTC)sometime later, once he gets over the realization of what he's just done, dabi's going to take that time to look. hard to say he's admit to any sort of admiration when it comes to his scumbag of a father, but on a purely physical route, perhaps he could let his eyes and hands wander outside the shower...
teeth part again as he runs the tip of his tongue more firmly against the upper row, pressing hard enough he can feel it scrape. something to alleviate the anticipation and desire as enji teases the head of his dick along the rim of his entrance. fuck, part of him is screaming at him to tighten his legs and shove down. he's taken dry and raw before without screaming. but then again, this kind of stature and size isn't all that common out there in the underworld and those that are don't usually take to sexual things. distract from the body guarding and breaking shit.
all that goes out the window when slick precum smears across his flesh and touya hikes a leg up at the knee, foot pressing flat against the back of his father's thigh as if he's bracing himself for that plunging shove he just talked himself out of. inside... fucking hell, he wants him inside. the burn and pleasure of this kind of escape is impossible to get anywhere else; even drugs couldn't compare to a good hard fuck. maybe he should go back to kissing him...]
Ah fuck-
[eyes are bigger his damn stomach. or ass in this case. dabi curls his fingers sharply on endeavor's shoulders and he drops his head back with a teeth-baring hiss when the man presses both fingers in. stubbornly digging at his rim for a few seconds before the villain eases the tension in his stomach and the ring of tight muscle opens up and lets him in. it goes from push to stretch in zero seconds and his legs seize up around the hero's torso and thighs. god dammit, this guy had to get the fucking giant genes.
breath seething and a delirious grin starting to drag at his lips, touya's seeing white at the edges of his vision the further enji goes inside him. spreading him to the point of burning almost instantly. muscles flex and ribbon in slick lines around the man's fingers, a convulsing grip that throbs with dabi's heartbeats thrumming through his slick walls. his father's got his fingers inside him and holy shit if he doesn't start oozing precum from that thought alone. stubbornly, touya bites his proverbial tongue for now, refusing to voice the taboo realization until after the real show begins. wouldn't want dear ol' dad to chicken out before he starts properly fucking him.]
Wasn't so hard now was it...
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Date: 12/12/21 12:57 (UTC)Enji is already having to deal with what he's doing, what he's thinking about doing...what he'll probably do. It makes him sick to him stomach as much as it makes him want it more. He certainly has the capacity for villainy, so if he was ever unsure about that fact before, it's now clear as day.
When his son brings his knee up to give him better access, he thinks about just letting himself get carried away and giving in to the promise of tight heat around his cock. He nudges forward a bit too hard, applying a little too much pressure, and just before the head of his cock can start to sink into his son, he repositions him, replacing his arousal with his fingers to avoid a dangerous situation.
Dabi's swearing sounds like music that he won't get out of his head any time soon, and just to hear more of it, he curls his fingers curiously, angling them this way and that like he's looking for just the right spot. Eventually his thick fingers bump against Touya's prostate, and Enji focuses his efforts there. He'd much rather be inside him doing that, but even if they don't get to it this time, he'll consider this preliminary reconnaissance for that mission whenever the time comes.
He must be insane for thinking like that. That they'd ever do something like this again. His eyes drop to the healthy amount of precum Dabi's leaking, and it's clear that they both must be in the same boat to be desperate enough for intimacy that they're enjoying this.]
Then why do you sound so unsatisfied? [He's a selfish man. He wants Touya to say it. Enji presses kiss after kiss along his son's jaw down to the side of his neck, raking his burnt skin over with the stubble on his face like that might coax the words out of him.]
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Date: 12/13/21 03:30 (UTC)not that this is agony. he's having a dual shot of pleasure inside right now, from the physical stretch of his body around enji's fingers and the understanding his father's probably disgusted with himself right now for what he's doing. but if this kind of temptation and indulgence is going to get them both off, why the fuck should they stop it? that's the benefit of pleasure; it doesn't give a shit how it comes.
that little "almost" from before is impossible to forget. two large fingers work themselves inside, pressing him open and reaching further into areas he's not managed to burn yet. sticky and slick, a wet grip that's so different from the burned scarred flesh covering so much of his body. one accidental nudge and dabi's refusing to let this go without dragging endeavor all the way with him. they're both going to hell anyways. what's what more sin on the pyre?]
Shit-- [a straight press in and out suddenly turns into a slight swell as fingers curl inside him. dabi abruptly claws his hand on the man's shoulder, teeth gritting in pleasure and sensation with every exploring sweep and probe the hero's fingertips drag through his innards. looking for it, almost coming across it twice and earning a brief gasp or pant, before endeavor finally locates that little bundle way up in there. dabi drops his head back on his shoulders, eyes widening and mouth falling open in a silent noise. fucking hell, that's why he does this. everything shuts the fuck up all at once and it's only that filling his body up.
legs tighten up around his hips and sides, toes curling from the sizzle racing up his spine and down his limbs. it's a burn for once that doesn't feel bad and he drops his hips as best his can on the man's hand, thrusting himself onto his fingers. seeming to come back to himself, he lowers his chin and head, tongue tracing cross his teeth again as he leers with hungry and lust-preying eyes into his father's face. again? yeah, he has no problem with doing this again. finally an action they can do together that doesn't harm anyone else and won't break any real laws. what's not to enjoy?]
Maybe I don't want this to end too fast. [abandoning his shoulder and the showerhead, dabi wraps both hands around the back of endeavor's thick neck, fingers interlocking and thumbs sliding up and down the nape. pulling him closer when enji starts to go at his jaw neck with kisses, the marred flesh failing to feel much more than the pressure of his mouth against his skin.]
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Date: 12/13/21 12:42 (UTC)Yet, at the same time he shows zero inclination towards trying to stop it. How can he want to stop when Dabi responds so well to Enji's fingers trying to feel him out in search of one spot in particular. And how tight he gets the moment he does find it. Would it feel as good around his cock the way it does his fingers? The answer is obvious but he wants to feel it for himself. This is the epitome of greed and indulgence. He can't even make the argument that he's doing this because it's the only way Touya will let him get close. It just boils down to one monstrously fucked up thing:
Enji wants to fuck his son.
He keeps playing with Dabi like a toy with a button on it that he can press to cycle through programmed responses. Only its just a couple of fingers he's using to drive the young man crazy little by little. Enji deliberately backs off for a few seconds before driving his fingers in hard and fast to assault that same bundle of nerves, stopping and going while he observes Dabi's absolute bliss in between moments of lucidity. At this rate he's sure he can make him come without even having to be inside him.]
Maybe you have more stamina than I thought. [The lilt in his voice gives away that he doubts Dabi has it in him to withstand this for much longer. To make matters more difficult for Dabi, who apparently wants things drawn out, Enji encircles the entirety of his son's cock with his other hand. He makes it almost too hot as he feels how hard he is, squeezing gently at first, then strokes him slowly as he rubs his thumb back and forth over the sensitive parts of the crown.
He's set Dabi up for failure, but he's looking forward to what the villain will look like when he does let himself finish.]
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Date: 12/14/21 01:35 (UTC)stopping is nowhere in his mind either. even his body is greedily demanding this continue. from the way he's climbing one leg up endeavor's side and hooking the other around his hips and thigh, to the clasp of his hands around the back of his neck for a harness to keep himself lassoed to his father's front. who would've thought those hands that wanted to punch his face in at one point would be cupping him like this and burying themselves inside him to the point of making him want to shout. twisting, spreading, curling, doesn't give a shit what enji's doing with his fingers so long as they keep moving.
blue eyes hood in a dangerous glow as those damn digits dare to ease off the motions. a breath hot enough to make the air waver in front of his lips escapes him in warning-- before that sudden shove makes touya jerk his head back again, cussing loudly in the shower as his shoulders hike up and fingertips bite into the back of his own hands. fuck fuck fuck! he's going so fast-! no pain, no weight, no bad heat, only a scorching bliss that's washing over him from head to splayed toes. whoever thought his fucking father could bring him this kind of sensation?
oh wait. he just said something... dabi drops his head to one shoulder, cracking a lewd grin at the other man's attention, a line of drool wandering out the abused corner of his mouth as it curves lurid upward.]
Ya think I can't last a while? [just because he winds up a little winded from long walks and can go down like a sack of potatoes to a hard enough blow doesn't mean he has the same issues in bed. it's easier to practice his stamina for that compared to his glass jaw. he deliberately extends his middle finger against the back of endeavor's neck and digs the rim of his blunt nail into his skin. enough it's going to leave a red crescent when he draws it back later.
buuut if he was going to say more, that's shut up with a sudden click of his teeth and a snarling hiss as another huge hand wraps around his dick instead.] Ngk-! ... bastard... [one eye clenches shut and that grin goes delirious from the dual sensations of tight grip and raised temperatures. the barbells on the underside of his cock rub against he man's palm with each squeeze, shooting his very-well-working-nerves with more endorphins. syrup oozes from the slit under his thumb, smearing around his head as enji circles the spongey tip.
yeah, he's shivering and twitching, doggedly holding on with every part of himself as a final fuck you. but it's not going to last for more than another minute.]
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Date: 12/14/21 15:06 (UTC)Maybe if he had to explain himself he could blame the fact that he hasn't had any sexual contact with another human being in decades, but that admission feels too embarrassing. He's not sure when he can have this again, and maybe he is going too far, but he doesn't want to be kept up at night listing the things he could have done but didn't.
Enji kisses Dabi's open mouth a couple of times. He has more than enough cordination to finger fuck his son while he strokes his cock. When most of the effort in holding him up is shared between how tightly Dabi is wrapped around him, and the way he's positioned to lean the remainder of his weight against the tiled wall helping to sandwich the villain, he's free to use both his hands to drive him crazy.]
No, I don't think you can.
[Again, that unintentionally condescending grin when he sees Dabi realize that his end is imminent. If he were as a cruel a man as his family believed him to be, he may have just stopped. Cut off all contact and leave Dabi unsatisfied and probably livid with rage. But that's not what he wants. He wants Dabi to feel helpless against his impending orgasm, he wants his son to know it's futile and that Enji was selfless in giving him that. After all, he's still rock hard and being patient about waiting his turn. Even if Dabi comes, Enji isn't finished with him just yet.]
It's okay if you can't hold out.
[He means it to be comforting, but maybe there is a slight taunting tone to it that he'll also claim that he can't help. Enji tries and then follows through with a third finger. It's infinitely tighter suddenly, but his speed doesn't lessen, nor does his assault on that spot webbed with nerves to send relentless waves of pleasure through Dabi using just his fingers. His other hand doesn't really need to do much, playing with his piercings, smearing that generous amount of precum over along his slit and back down to the underside. He's waiting him out.]
Hurry up. I want to put my tongue inside you after this.
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Date: 12/15/21 02:05 (UTC)breath enji keeps stealing from him each time his mouth shoves against his own. there's nothing romantic or gentle about the way they kiss. open-mouthed messy things that punctuate their breaths with silence and a few throat-bound moans before the seal cracks open again. touya's left holding on with all four limbs, unable to even free his hand enough to reach back and grab the wall as the larger man shoves in all the way to his damn knuckles. good thing his back's literally against the wall; the only circumstance where that's a good thing.
his attempt at growling in reply to that taunting comment is wrenched halfway through by hitched air. god damn, he's going to pay him back for this before they're through tonight. luckily for enji, his eldest son's mind is far too distracted from the sexual pleasure to even bother attempting to throw its normal shade at him for any of this. there's too much sweeping under dabi's patchwork skin and collecting through his muscle as it drools down towards his hips and collects behind the flat wall of his stomach. fuck fuck fuckfuc-!!
touya doesn't know which of those things it is that finally does it. the crush of his mouth against his own making his upper lip burn with those tiny scrapes of stubble from his father's lips. the heat of his words and breath ghosting over his neck and jaw and mouth and wherever the fuck else the man's talking. the sudden plunge of a third finger inside that has him hiking up on his legs and shouting into the steamy room as everything's suddenly stretching and hurting and spasming all over in the best fucking way possible. the meat of his hand as it entombs his precum-slathered dick in endeavor's palm and fingers until there's a white well-worked froth squelching between the man's digits as he strokes him and torments the piercings laddering the underside of his cock. any of those things could've done it.
except his father decides to do all of them at the same time.
hiking his shoulder and knee up, everything winds tight as a rubber band before that immediate snap. dabi jerks his head back with a curse spit between his teeth, toes curling against enji's thigh and fingers sinking into his neck and the back of his own hand. wet walls seize up in a mixture of muscular rings and molten ribbons, his entrance clamping hard enough to try and shove all three of those fingers together inside him. his tight-stretched skin almost seems to pull tauter against the staples as every muscles in his lanky body goes hard and touya breaks, cock spurting out streams of hot white all over the air between them, spattering endeavor's chest and his own stomach with spurts of white, each pulse sucking his stomach in and bucking his hips up as he shoots out a few heavy ropes. before dwindling down into sleeker lines and then to a measly bubbling that oozes the rest of it out of his tip as his cock pulses its last into endeavor's calloused palm.
fuck... his father just made him cum.]
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Date: 12/15/21 03:59 (UTC)His own cock aches and leaks, reminding him of his own needs, and offers an explanation to his own response to the sight of Dabi in that state. He memorizes every detail of the moment, from the way his staples pull at his skin in places when his muscles clamp down all over his body then release again with each string of come that leaves him. The expression on his son's face in that moment, how different it is from any looks he's seen Dabi with before. Even the way he breathes during and after makes Enji want to draw his fingers out and replace them with his dick. It's difficult, but he resists the urge well enough. He's had a lot of practice with denying himself rewards until he achieves his goals.]
You did well.
[The praise comes out of him unexpectedly, but he means it. Enji's fingers pull out slowly as he eventually lowers Dabi to his feet. He should have stepped away to rise off and then leave, but instead he takes another moment to look the younger man over, appreciating his handiwork before coaxing him to turn around. True to his word, he crouches at first, then lowers himself further onto his knees as his hands grab Dabi's hips to pull him back.
Enji presses his face forward without any hesitation, his nose meeting skin even before his tongue can find its way to Dabi's entrance. His fingers did enough to work him open so he could slip it right inside him if he wanted to go straight to it, but like everything else, he drags it out. Dabi must still be coming down from his high, and Enji doesn't want to overstimulate him--instead his tongue teases around his rim, lapping directly over it when the muscles clench tighter.
He still has the lingering memory of Dabi's hot release on his skin, and Enji can't help but reach down to give himself a little relief while he tongues at his son's entrance.
They've long since past the point at which Enji might have considered this too depraved an act to allow. The point of no return has long since passed, and now he just wants to enjoy himself without judgement.]
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Date: 12/16/21 01:17 (UTC)somewhere in his mind he understands endeavor just stared him down while he came, probably locked away his orgasmic face away in his mind somewhere. fuck, he doesn't care. he can feel disgusted with himself later on, clash it against the smug satisfaction he dragged his father down another lewd tract of depravity. but right now, his brain's focus is on other things. like how every nerve is either firing off in ecstasy or cooling off into that drunken buzz of post-orgasm high. and telling him plainly there's a god damn ship's mast rubbing up against his ass as three fingers continue to stretch him out on the inside. it's enough to keep that venomous voice inside his throat for the time being, blocked behind a few shaky groans.
you did well.
...how he fucking didn't want to hear those words he's wanted to hear for so fucking long. and yet there they are, the same ones he's longed for as a child now finally coming to his ears after some incestual indulgence of carnal sin. they're one fucking fucked up family of fuckers and his twisted heart can't even decide at the moment if he wants to go another round or throw the fuck up all over enji's chest...
lucky for him, being a villainous scumbag and endeavor deciding to draw his fingers out of him tilt the scales away from nausea and into the decidedly euphoric. in for a penny, in for a pound, right? his legs slide off the man's hips, arms loosening the almost-death-grip on endeavor's neck. once his feet come to rest on the slick tiles below, dabi takes a few seconds to regain his footing and leg support before answering that encouraging nudge. a sick, sensual grin slices across his vivisected face and he traces his tongue between his teeth as he turns his back on his father.
only to blink when endeavor goes onto his knees. wait... he was serious about tha-?! both hands slap against the shower wall and his hips angle backwards with the grab and pull. just in time for a warm face to press between his muscles and the scrape of stubble against sensitive skin. definitely can feel back there compared to enji nuzzling against his neck or jaw. a second later, warm and wet push right against his entrance and dabi thuds his forehead against the shower wall. a breathless curse and laugh drool out of his mouth in a groan as the man opts not to fuck it into him, but cruelly draw it in circles around the pucker of muscle. it's almost enough to make his knees buckle, but he locks them instead.
instinctively clenches his entrance at the lazy tracing, fingers alternating between white-knuckle pressing at the tile and lazy dragging over the slick surface. so much for stopping before things really went over. they'd crested the edge and plummeted long ago. he rolls his head to the side before reaching one hand back and shoving his fingers into his father's hair. cups the back of his crown, feeling soft spikes of red brushing all over his palm and fingers. then grips firmly and pulls him forward to shove his mouth and tongue against his rim.]
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Date: 12/16/21 13:09 (UTC)He doesn't have any such goals now as the number one hero, and he didn't think he needed an outlet like that for himself, but as he uses his hands to part Dabi's cheeks for better access he wonders how true his initial assessment was. Clearly he's so desperate for someone that he's resorted to his own offspring...and the worst among them. No amount of counseling could help fix whatever the fuck possessed him to do this. He's beyond caring now, though.
All he cares about is the sounds Dabi makes as Enji licks at him. It's impossible to tell if he's just tolerating him doing it because he's sore and spent and the soft gesture might feel nice, or if he's actively enjoying it. Enji doesn't have to keep wondering because Dabi reaches back to demand more of it. That's when he closes his eyes and pushes his tongue past that ring of muscle, working him relaxed and open again with wet passes of his tongue and strategically applied pressure to get deeper inside him.
His cock aches for more attention throughout it all, but outside of a few seconds at a time of attention, Enji leaves his own arousal comparatively untouched. He's still not sure if he wants to go as far as being inside his son. It's impossible to make up his mind as if this would make him any more awful of a person when they've done just about everything except that.]
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Date: 12/16/21 19:49 (UTC)but this is something he could possibly accept for a while? the feeling of enji's fingers on his skin as he pulls his cheeks apart, the heat of his breath against the rim of entrance, and that damn wicked motion of his tongue wandering across his nerve-filled flesh is threatening to stroke dabi into an addiction that's only reachable by drugs. the fact it only took a few nudges and not even overt shoves to make endeavor fall into this pleasure with him satisfies him so much. fucking monster... but a hot one.
forehead grinding against the shower tiles, trapping some of his bangs between his brow and the wall, he tries wrangling his breath back into his chest after ghosting it all over the surface beyond his lips. dabi arches his spine, pressing his hips backwards a little more as he rolls his head to the side and his cheek falls against the cool patch of wall, staples scraping on the hardness. that one hand's still stuck up here trying to dig his fingers through the tile, but the other one's contend to fist his father's hair and drag him forward into him, demanding him to get past the fucking teasing and shove something back inside.
right as his tongue finally presses into him, dabi oozes a lurid cuss against the wall. muscles relax, inviting enji to work his tongue further inside him, only to seize up and clench once he gets the feeling the larger man's inside as far as he can get without inuring himself. how the fuck did he know how to move his tongue like that? coaxing his muscles to loosen again and let him get so far in. who the fuck taught endeavor rimming strategy?
he wants to feel more of this, still has no intention of letting endeavor get away with just a fingerfuck and a rimjob, but he'll bring that up in a bit, determined to indulge in this power trip for a little while longer.]
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Date: 12/17/21 14:49 (UTC)If he closes his eyes as his tongue explores his son's hole, he can translate that feeling at least partially, extrapolating what it might be like to have his cock inside the younger man. He's afraid if he touches himself to those thoughts he may not last much longer, and he's not in his prime anymore. Enji has endurance and stamina for days, but his rebound rate is entirely biological and not something he can train himself to be quicker at--definitely not at his age.
So in an abundance of caution he continues to focus on giving Dabi pleasure while ignoring his own. He uses a lot of saliva to try to work it inside the villain in place of lube like he knows what he's going to do even when his conscience tells him that crosses some arbitrary line that he's sure he crossed kilometers ago. Every time Dabi relaxes, Enji's tongue fucks his hole, dipping in and out of him, always trying to work deeper inside as much as his anatomy allows him to. And when his son tightens around his tongue, he still tries to push at his entrance to worm his way inside. The tongue is a muscle too, and a strong one. People forget and take it for granted, but it can overcome a great deal of resistance.
He didn't learn any of this anywhere. All of this is just years and years of celibacy putting ideas into his head that he has never had a good outlet for until now.
As much as he loves how much Dabi enjoys this, how his mouth and the lower part of his face is covered with saliva, he knows deep down it's not enough. As always, he's being greedy. He's not sure any amount of preparation can ready someone for his cock, but Enji's need to fill Dabi with it is not going away.]
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Date: 12/17/21 23:36 (UTC)but he hasn't forgotten about the man kneeling behind him. every motion of his tongue inside his ass threatens to shove his mind right back into that hazy, orgasmic state, where it's nothing but pleasure and a heat he actually doesn't get burned from. but the grip he has on his father's hair keeps him grounded, enabling him to control some of the man's actions as he drops back down on his heels and presses himself firmly back against the man's mouth. still doesn't explain how he got this good with his damn tongue...
dabi wants to know, but isn't about to ask. not now at least. save that for later when he can zing him with it unexpectedly. another exhale, another slackening of his muscles, and another plunge of that tongue inside him. which sends his nerves in a bursting frenzy, causing him to tighten back up, stomach hardening and the heated walls of his ass seizing around endeavor's tongue to try and squeeze him out, suck him in, and massage him all at the same time. and enji's still managing to fuck him clean through the entire contractions. fuck, it's amazing. he's been rimmed before, but dabi can't say it's ever been done this intensely. especially when the man deliberately forces it back inside him right after he shoves him out. that's a fucking thrill.
until finally, when he feels his own cock starting to thicken and swell again (yay for the refractory period of youth), dabi flexes his arm and yanks back simultaneously as he pulls his hips forward, separating endeavor's face from his ass and putting some distance between them.]
Fuck, enough of that. [he's done. but not with endeavor. turning his head, he glares down at his father from over his shoulder, upper body twisted enough at the hips and chest to let him see from the corner of his eye. burning blue beneath his irises as he holds the kneeling man in his gaze.] Fuck me.
[Not a ask, not a suggestion, but a visceral command made thick and harsh.]
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Date: 12/20/21 08:32 (UTC)Well, wait to touch him, anyway. He was too wound up and ready to go to wait for everything else. Thankfully Dabi seems to feel the same way because he shifts away from his father's mouth to insist he fuck him instead. Enji didn't have to be asked, but he will admit there's a small fire that burns inside him now that his son has said the words. If he were a pot of water, the sight of Dabi glaring at him as he makes his demand would threaten to boil him over instantly. How he's able to respond so intensely to eyes that look just like his own is something he will have to look into later.
Right now, he focuses on getting to his feet. He won't make him wait because in doing so he'll be punishing himself, and that isn't something he can take much longer. It takes him no time at all to press himself against Dabi from behind, using his feet to nudge the shorter man's legs a bit further apart so he could rub the tip of his cock directly against his entrance--still wet with his saliva. Between that and how much precum he's produced, pushing past Dabi's initial resistance is easy. The head of his cock slips right in, stretching his son out to make space for him with ease because of how well prepared he is. But. It's going to be the rest of his cock that will remind them of what's lacking without lube as he tries to nudge further inside him.
At least he's aware of his own size, and takes care in how he proceeds. Enji is tempted to just sheathe himself inside Dabi fully in one push when he feels the heat of his son's body around just the tip of his cock. Giving it to him at once and then leaving him a moment or two to grow used to it. He's tempted, but fights the urges in favor of shallowly fucking him, first with just the tip of his cock, gradually giving him more until Dabi's taking half of him. He presses a kiss to the back of his son's shoulder, knowing that if he hates it, he'll say so. His assumption is that Touya will hate anything tender from his father, so he'll enjoy this as long as he allows it.]
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Date: 12/22/21 00:19 (UTC)until he finally makes that demand and thank fucking god enji doesn't have any reservations coming to the surface. he can beat himself up for his disgusting perversions all he likes on the inside, so long as none of that shit prevent the larger man from getting off his damn knees and shoving his dick inside him. oh there's certainly some intense pleasure at saying those words and knowing they're going to be both heard and followed. knowing endeavor actually wants to fuck his own son, and touya wants his father in the same depraved manner. he's still not too gone pleasure wise to wonder what the rest of the family would say...
maybe he can give him a small reward later for not growling more at endeavor taking the time to get to his feet. the man's only human after all, but dabi's libido is far from patient right now. or logical. touya grunts hard when his chest hits the wall and the massive mountain of muscle that is his father presses right up behind him. chest overwhelming his back and hips dwarfing his own from the sheer sensation of it. legs press against his own, ankles knocking dabi's further apart to spread himself open. he sucks in a heated breath before letting it out in a lurid grin as endeavor's cock nudges right up between his cheeks and against his hole. still soaking from that wicked tongue earlier. his father's own saliva making way for his own dick in his own son's ass. what a fucking scandal... and dabi loves it. enough to be selfish about not wanting other people to know about this.
the sensation of his precum oozing onto his skin, mixing with the glaze of spit, makes things even better and touya growls out a hot curse of encouragement (and likely approval). fingers tighten against the wall and he grabs onto enji's hips with his free hand as the man pushes past the pucker of muscle. the sensation yanks his eyes wide open and dabi slams his jaws shut with huff at the stretch. holy shit-! three fingers really wasn't overkill prep. pushing him open, muscle widening and scraping backwards across the rising slope of his head, before the final crest of his tip's crown suddenly slurps inside with a sudden 'pop' and jolt. dabi balls his hand into a fist, body closing up tight around the back of endeavor's head as soon as he's in.
wants to say that's the toughest part, but... for as reckless as he is, touya likes his ass to work and thus bites back the snarling desire to tell his father to fucking shove it in. instead, those spasming muscles in the younger man's tunnel are quick to seize up around the man's cock. heartbeats throb in time with his frantic pulse, beating simultaneously with endeavor's cock pulsing inside him. it's a heady feeling, coming through even clearer as the man pushes forward, inching more of himself into his heat. man's a fucking monster, but in a totally different manner right now.
in and out, slowly fucking him with those shallow thrusts and working more of himself past his ring until dabi's panting all over the wall and he's completely lost track of just how much of his father's dick's inside. could be a fourth, could be half, doesn't know and doesn't care. at the moment, he's a bit too enthralled in the pleasure and taboo of this to bother with any sort of hatred. the kiss gets completely swept away by the pleasure of endeavor fucking him. of course, it also depends on which shoulder he kisses him on.]
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Date: 12/28/21 12:51 (UTC)Underneath it all is a layer of guilt that he continuously tries to push down and shove out of sight. He keeps telling himself that giving Touya something he wants has been long awaited for the both of them. Maybe this isn't the ideal way to do it, but it would be a lie to say he would take what he can get. The head of his cock nudges just for a moment before sinking into his son, his self-revulsion and pleasure raising up in unison at how willingly he accepts it at first, and then how Dabi's body seems so tight around him to keep him there. His delusions are just as bad as the villains, but he's not deluding in the knowledge that Dabi enjoys this.
As much as he'd like to be kind and gentle, taking his time feels increasingly more impossible the longer he shallowly fucks Dabi. He hisses impatiently at the conflict between wanting to do the right thing and wanting to give in to the wicked side of his brain that he'd recently tried to burn out entirely. Who was he kidding? There was never any reality where he would make love to his son tenderly, that's not what this is and he knows it. He can't twist the truth to something that he digests more easily. This just is what it is.
Enji shoves in the rest of the way with a hard push, making it evident that even with saliva and water, there's not enough lube to keep this comfortable forever. He drags his teeth over Dabi's skin, teeth clicking over metal staples as he wraps a large arm across the younger man's chest to hold him in place for the next few thrusts. His cock withdraws and drives in again fully in quick succession. Enji swears under his breath between groans and pants at how good it feels not to hold back. His fingers dance around Dabi's neck, not quite encircling his throat, but the threat of that is there.
If Dabi does this sort of thing often, Enji can't tell. The villain feels tight and hot around him, but considering his size that grip around his cock was inescapable.]
Touya..
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Date: 12/30/21 19:17 (UTC)yeah, he enjoys this. every damn aspect of it. from the disgusting taboo of incest to the could-give-a-shit pleasure of having sex with someone regardless of who they are, it's that twisted spire of knowing and not caring all at once. endeavor's galled over this, but at the same time, he obviously isn't doing this just because dabi seduced him. touya knows his father is far stronger than that. no, there's guilt and want at play here, attraction and penance entwined, and it's all wrapped up in that carnal connection as he seizes onto his father's attention, selfishly getting something he'd desired and been denied for so long. perhaps if enji had focused on his son as a child and gave him those platonic acknowledgements and praises, he wouldn't be down here in a villainous hideout shelter shower fucking his son as an adult.
one hand reaches back and dabi hooks it around the back of the hero's broad neck. the next shallow thrust has his leg hiking up onto the ball of his foot, deliberately dragging the bone of his kneecap against the shower wall. something to alleviate the pressure nudging in and out of him in that damn delay of gratification as endeavor takes his time trying to decide what to do. but that's not stopping him from moving as he steps one leg back, the staples on his instep scraping across the top of his father's ankle.
each pop of his head in and out of him hauls a gasp from his lips or some other bodily reaction, most noticeably the villain's clenching hole tightening up around his father's huge body hard when the man's cock splits him open again. shallow fucking, amazing feeling, that burn and stretch which causes his remaining working nerves to scream in pleasure. dabi wants him to shove it in all at once but he's also fine with enji taking his sweet time. he'll indulge in this sin as long as endeavor feels like letting him, soaking up all of it.]
FUCK!! [apparently "all of it" means all of it and dabi drives his head backwards, hair throwing water off the spikes as he grinds it against his father's shoulder. endeavor slams the rest of himself in. that push has his hips meet his ass and the villain's shout rings through the enclosed space. it hurts--fuck it hurts real bad--and it's obvious in touya's voice. but that pain comes with a sick pleasure that's undeniable in his throat either, the way his ass seizes up around endeavor's dick in a strangling grip. he feels every damn detail of him pulsing inside, spreading him open and forcing his body to move for his father's presence. a sudden inappropriate flashback to a moment in the shower with his father way back when, standing in front of him with his big body looming behind him, following instructions on washing behind his ears and making sure he keeps his eyes shut so the shampoo doesn't get in them. fuck, it's a completely different version of his childhood in a twisted way.
teeth scrape at his skin, sliding over the burning demarcation line between scar and health, hurting and blissing simultaneously. staples tug slightly from the brushing touch as endeavor wraps his arm around his chest and pulls him back against him like a damn carseat belt that dabi never wears anymore. at least it keeps his chest off the cooling tile walls and instead flushes his back to endeavor's bulging chest and stomach. one thrust, a second one, he swears he's getting jolted off his feet each time the man thrusts home, though the shouts are intermingled with groans and silent gasps when enji drags out of him. so fucking much! and everything else is gone. that's what he wants. this is why he indulges in getting close to people from time to time. the amazing moment when sex is all his brain can think about and the rest of his life vanishes in the pace of moving bodies and thrusts and fuck.
fingers brush around his neck and dabi's free hand snaps up to grab at his father's wrist. before abruptly shoving upward, forcing the man's hand against his throat. either do it or don't, but don't threaten him with a good time and then stick indecisive around it, ya damn hero! won't say it out loud because he doesn't want enji to randomly have a moral crisis mid-fuck. but the invitation is there. he can hold his breath and he's pretty damn sure endeavor's got some frustrations he could work out with a bit of sexual throttling of the man who's been threatening to burn his entire world to the ground out of sheer hate and spite. he's endeavor's son, but he's a dirty fucking villain all the same!]
Enji.