[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: 12/20/21 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.