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Date: 9/27/23 23:31 (UTC)You know any shit about manners? [calling dabi out on that one. HA! if he thinks this is the worst shower the blonde's ever had, then he's got no fucking idea what kind of life the younger man's led. this is a fucking piece of cake compared to having to deal with those fucking toddlers during the remediation class! hell, if he could've just gotten a few showers with dabi as punishment for failing the provisional license exam, bring it on!
at least this guy he can touch and roughhouse with.
his foot slips slightly when that sudden give of bony arm and wiry muscle abruptly sends him stepping/falling into dabi's personal space. red eyes widen and his body instinctively goes for a rectification of the action. a leg steps forward, his hands move to the side to avoid the shower spray, knee bending to take the pressure without ramming it into dabi's hips. just in time for that scarred arm to wind around his waist, naked skin pressing to bare flesh, and wind about him in a drawing motion. his braced foot skids in the shower, water splashing against dabi's ankle, and the blonde ends up pressed flush to the villain's body, almost uncomfortably warm and unable to avoid the way his skin tells him where every single point of those staples are lined up along his own body.
if he was nicer, he'd admit that was a skilled maneuver.
instead, he glares right up into dabi's half-charred face as that other arm slides around his middle. locked in, though the defiant burn in the younger's red eyes suggests that's only because he's letting it. after all, he wanted to get in close to dabi to accomplish his own intentions. if it means he gets pulled right up to him in addition, is that really such a fucking bad add-on to the plan? maybe he should taunt him for being a softie who went down a damn convoluted path to avoid asking for a hug.]
I mean it. So I'm gonna touch you. [considering they are touching right now. chest and stomach, hips and thighs, sliding and brushing each other naked in the wetness of the shower as he moves his legs and slots one between dabi's own, the other coming to rest outside the villain's to trap one of his limbs between the blonde's as well.
but, he doesn't put his hands in his hair. yet. stays nose-to-nose, breath ghosting across dabi's mouth.] And you can even keep hugging me while I do it.
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Date: 10/6/23 04:09 (UTC)that's fine with him, too. he's picked plenty of fights already, and he does need his hair washed. for now, he consents to some modicum of calm.
there's the troubling distraction of their bodies pressed together, anyway, naked skin to naked skin; he's hot beneath his like always, burning up despite his wishes, and it makes a steamy heat between them, wet and warm, where bakugou's legs bracket one of his own, like that will somehow put them on even ground. one of his hands strays, slides down from bakugou's back to his hip and then, pointed, to his thigh, gripping down around it so that he can force bakugou's leg up, pulling and guiding. )
Hugging. ( there's a scoffing breath at the word, flush to bakugou's lips--nearly mumbles it in against them. ) We're not hugging. Get on with it.
( he's not quite as rough about it, this time. that hand on bakugou's thigh guides his leg up around his own hip, leaves it there so that he can push in with his weight and twist them, just slightly, to bump bakugou's back up against the shower wall. pinning him there, just out of reach of the spray--at least now bakugou can tend to soaping his hair up, if that's still what he wants.
for his part, he's pinching his teeth down against bakugou's lower lip, pulling at it smartly before he lets it go. )
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Date: 10/8/23 17:01 (UTC)luckily for him, that decision's accepted and dabi eases off the pissy resistance. what a giant brat. then again, it's not like he hasn't picked fights with the villain aplenty when they're together.
dabi's hot, literally and figuratively. he feels it in the slide of his thigh against the insides of his own, the heat in his chest pressed to his pectorals, even the warmth radiating from the staples in his skin that brush his flesh. he's burning up inside like a fever. enough that bakugou sneaks a hand around behind them to twist the shower nozzle a bit towards the cooler temperature. that makes dabi feel better. especially as the man hooks his grip under his thigh and hikes the blonde's leg up around his hip. he wraps it over the curve of dabi's hip, tucking his heel behind his thigh.]
Figured you'd get pissy at that. [it's why he used the word in the first place. then works his hands into dabi's hair. tch, damaged from the continuous use of dye or spray or whatever he uses, and the smoke doesn't help. but it's surprisingly strong despite that, lacking any burnt hair smell (however the fuck he manages that) and the blonde doesn't bother with any delicate treatment. he's firm, skilled, thorough, working massages over dabi's scalp as well as cleaning his hair and getting the spikes all lathered up and soaped. could've just mauled him like the bastard did to his own hair, and it's fucking tempting, but in a way, scrubbing dabi clean is its own "fuck you" middle finger.
he doesn't even protest when dabi turns them around, pivoting on his remaining foot and working his heel then ball in a quick backwards motion to keep himself braced until his back hits the wall. there's a small growl when the guy decides to bite his lower lip instead of something else, and he brazenly extends his middle finger in dabi's hair as a "bastard" response to the smart drag before he's released. but the way his leg's hooked around the villain's hips is nice and he flexes to pull him in closer.] Asshole.
[then leans in to kiss him again.]
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Date: 10/11/23 04:19 (UTC)and maybe that's the problem. maybe bakugou's hands aren't working hard enough--he could misconstrue this as some measure of caring, and he hates that idea. when's the last time anyone touched him like this, in a way that's almost intimate? he can think of the last time he had sex, and think of the last time they fucked around, but he can't remember being like this with anyone else. nasty. he should have just kneed bakugou in the ass and pushed him out of the way, and done his hair himself. it's his own fault they're like this, and he knows it: which pisses him off more.
so what is it? there's some measure of bakugou being safe for this kind of contact, if only because he knows that the kid isn't particularly fond of him, and he can feed off the tension of their fighting, playful or otherwise. it isn't like he's going to admit to anything other than that. instead, he waits, feels the suds build up in his hair, and closes his eyes; bakugou's mouth is on his, a warm pressure, and he soaks up that contact instead, leans in and forces bakugou's head to crack with the shower wall, however hard that might be. one hand grips down at the back of his thigh, keeping his leg hooked up there, and the other is following the line of bakugou's arm to the hand that's in his hair.
it's a wet sound, where the kiss breaks--he got a little tongue in there, just for fun, and he can taste bakugou on his lips when he licks them. )
You tryin' to scrub me bald? ( the hand on his arm closes around bakugou's wrist, pulling roughly to dislodge at least one hand from his hair. might be the one that flipped him the bird amongst the strands. who knows. ) That's good enough, dumbass. Rinse me.
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Date: 10/11/23 15:35 (UTC)whatever. it's more important right now to get the blood, dirt, and other grime out. how the fuck does dabi get blood in his hair? he burns people! doesn't go in swinging for fisticuffs! granted there's enough wiry muscle in those arms to knock a man down if he had to, but it doesn't seem the villain's style. as for the comparison between caring and being fucking efficient, dabi can go piss off. this is how you're supposed to take care of your hair, idiot! (says the guy who brushes his teeth with all the frothing violence of someone with a personal vendetta against every single germ in his mouth.) maybe he's not one to talk. or maybe he realizes that treating dabi with a given shit will piss the guy off just as much as him dragging the blonde around like a fucking bull had done earlier.
fuck you, bacon face. the kiss abruptly shoves back in dabi's favor and he grunts hard when his head slams against the shower wall. fucking lucky his skull's thick, bastard. it's tempting to bite his lip or tongue, or straight up headbutt him, but he does neither and pushes into the kiss harder, tightening his leg around dabi's hips as his hand drops the suds down to the nape of his neck. scrubbing and ensuring his hairline gets a good wash before going up to deliberately get behind his ears. the abrupt sweep of tongue into his mouth earns a mild sound in surprise, his own instinctively flicking up to taste dabi's and push at him until the kiss breaks with a wet noise.]
Hell no. Wouldn't wanna ruin a fucking disaster. [figures he'd tug his middle-finger-extended hand from his hair first. dabi can be so petty, and it rubs the blonde's ego in a similarly-petty way. still, he braces his remaining leg to the floor and bodily pushes forward, driving dabi back on his feet with a strong surge to get the other man under the water. not gonna rinse off by staying out of the stream. does make him hop forward, since he's apparently unwilling to take his leg out of dabi's hand and off his hip, but that's expertly managed as the water drags the suds down the villain's face and shoulders.] Bitch bitch bitch.
[but he gets rinsed off regardless. and just to alleviate some of the weird feelings, the young hero's rougher with the rinsing than the washing, scrubbing his free hand through dabi's hair with ruffles and flicks.]
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Date: 10/18/23 04:12 (UTC)it doesn't really matter. none of this really matters: that's sort of the whole point. the bitching stops, at least, as bakugou rinses him off, and once he feels like it's good enough, he gives a jerk of his chin up, shaking his head slightly to force bakugou's hand away from the wet strands. )
Good enough. ( that one leg is still wrapped around him, so he drops his other hand, gripping and groping for bakugou's knee to force his weight out from under him; either bakugou's going to wrap both legs up around his waist, or he's going to end up slipping and cracking his head open on the shower floor. honestly, either way works for him. ) Now we're done?
( obviously not: but he's either easily distracted or wants to be, and whatever's left can wait. skin to skin contact makes it easier to suppress his irritation, and that's one thing they've always been good at. if nothing else, all their bitching tends to wind down into efficient silence when it comes to fooling around, and bakugou hasn't disappointed him yet. the kid's a little too good looking, and it's troublesome. )
We got better things to be doing than playing hair stylist.
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Date: 10/18/23 15:48 (UTC)watching the tinge of dye running off with the suds is strange, even if it's expected. he makes sure to keep the water running and splattering around the tiles so as to prevent the dye from risking any stains while it leaks all around the bottom of the shower. there's still the notion of dabi's staples that he'd like to treat before really getting into something heavy, but at the same time, if they're going to get into something heavy and end up making a fucking mess, he should save the treatment for later. probably when dabi's more agreeable in the afterglow or post-fuck shower.
why does he care? fuck you, he doesn't give a shit. let this guy cook. ...tch. he shouldn't care. but despite the anger towards dabi and the other's crimes, the blonde's still a hero. if he could save him, he would. but he's smart enough to know this bastard doesn't want to be saved. and he's not someone to waste his time on a pointless endeavor.
all the while knowing he'd catch dabi's unconscious ass to prevent him from busting his head open or something.]Tch, no point in doing more if we're just gonna make a fucking me- Oy! [his grousing response breaks in a yelp when dabi grabs at his other knee. one hand slaps against the nearest wall, the other quickly grabs onto the villain's less-scarred shoulder as his leg's hoisted up and he wraps it around dabi's waist, instinctively knotting his ankles behind the man's thighs. fuck you! he's not cracking his skull on the floor. you'd be so damn lucky. good to know those wire-taut muscles aren't just for show. it feels strange being all wrapped around dabi like this. but not something they haven't done before. maybe that's why it's weird; first time he's been in this position with dabi while soaking wet.
but being pressed against him brings that rush of pleasure again. smooth skin, scarred skin, stapled limit lines, hard bone, narrow hips, definition, things that have branded themselves on his body as "dabi" and dabi alone. damn this guy for being handsome in his own stupid way.] You gonna pin me to the wall and fuck me or stagger off to the damn bedroom?
[he snarks before kicking a leg out, catching the shower's control knob with his foot, and shutting it off, before curling his leg back around dabi's hips. there. put an end to that distraction. now they're dripping wet in the quiet shower.]
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Date: 10/25/23 03:44 (UTC)but the bedroom? it's not like they haven't fucked in there before, bakugou on his back with his mouth smashed beneath one of dabi's palms, keeping him quiet; those experiences have been fast and quick and searing, though, the kind that haven't paid attention to details like the little personal trinkets, still left in bakugou's room, dumb shit he doesn't want to see like an old all might figurine or one of his old school bags. it's all shit that reminds him of how much of his life has been torched away from him; he barely even went to school, and god knows what he thinks of heroes.
so that leaves secret option number three.
with his hands hooked under bakugou's legs, keeping him steady, he draws them back from the shower wall. he can handle this in small doses, but he's not built for great shows of brute strength; then again, bakugou isn't incredibly heavy, though most of his weight is thanks to his impressive muscles. so it's not too hard to stagger out of the shower with him in tow, bodies smashed together, wet skin to wet skin; the grin on his face, though, means it's not going to stay that easy, and rather than carry bakugou out of the bathroom entirely, he lets one of his knees buckle as soon as they're on the bathroom rug.
bakugou goes down first, obviously. he lets him go about an inch off the floor, arms winding back, lets bakugou's spine hit the tile before he's crawling in over him like a monster out of the lake; there's still room between bakugou's thighs, after all. )
Now's your chance, tell me what you want. ( hey, at least he's giving him a choice--he plants his palms down at either side of bakugou's ribs, dipping down so that he can bite at his shoulder, one sharp pull of skin. ) Tick tock. Thirty seconds.
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Date: 10/25/23 23:12 (UTC)his room has seen their naked (and not so naked) activities before, white teeth sunk into a gagging hand to keep him shut up as the bed rocked in incriminating rhythm beneath their bodies. glaring up at dabi as the villain pinned him down, daring the man to try looking away from him. you're fucking him, you fried bastard, not looking around his room! luckily that never was much a problem, even though he's found himself turning over in bed a few times on random nights and catching a phantom scent or expectation of dabi lingering in the space of his bedroom. shit, what a ghost to have in your childhood bed. a fucking mass murderer.
wait- who the fuck gave an option three?!
he jolts slightly when dabi pulls away from the wall, clinging tighter to the man's neck with one arm and knotting his legs harder around his narrow waist. while he doesn't trust dabi's strength in great amounts, he's not blind to the wiry muscle the man's built up on the streets either. at least he doesn't make himself a burdensome weight, keeping his body close to dabi's with his limbs tucked to help him balance. one arm's looser, ready to fling out and catch anything that would prevent them from falling if something happens. not that it's that easy to focus with their bodies rubbing together like this with every damn step. shit, should've just walked; this is fucking weird.
it doesn't even last long. a few steps out of the shower and the world rushes past his head as they go down. red eyes widen, a brief "hey-!" barking out of his lips, before his back hits the rug and he grunts at the impact. arms and legs momentarily shaken loose from dabi's body until the man looms over him like some dripping shadow pushing between his thighs and sliding atop him. it's both creepy and arousing at the same time.]
Bastard. Just shove your dick in and fuck m- OW! [just like this. he braces one foot on the rug beside dabi's calf, knee tented beside his hips, the other leg staying hooked around the back of the man's thighs to keep him close. thirty seconds is a shit time and he's not patient enough to wait for dabi to finger him or to engage in some challenging 69. bastard's biting him too! he keeps his arm around the man's neck, free hand sliding down his arm to grab at a wrist as the blonde leans up and clamps his teeth on dabi's collar, their spiky hair (annoyingly similar) stabbing into each other's in the process.] You're already this fucking hard.
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Date: 10/29/23 22:55 (UTC)( honestly, the brat would deserve it at this point. someone should teach him that patience is a virtue, or whatever: ironically it's something he's learned well over the years. as much as he wants to watch endeavor squirm, wants the payoff of seeing the shattered look on his face when he knows his world is beyond repair, there's no sense in rushing right towards the special ending. these things take time, and it takes build up to get to the climax of the story. it's frustrating, having to bide his time, and at one point, he'd even considered just ditching the whole thing, finding his little brother and slitting his throat in his sleep. but that would come with the complications of getting into UA, among other things, so--
patience. maybe this is something he can impart onto bakugou, like the shitty older brother he is.
there's a chuckle, a grin that's smothered against bakugou's shoulder, and he skims his teeth over the same spot again, just for the torture of it; rather than relent, his head moves down, teeth and tongue marring the skin of bakugou's chest, pinching over a nipple, roaming down over his ribs. his hands stay, a vice at bakugou's narrow waist, pinning him to the floor as he slowly extends himself down, stretched a little more lazily between his thighs. )
Get the lube. Above your head. ( should be easy enough for the dumbass to reach, unless he's distracted. right, distracted: his tongue dips down along the ridge of bakugou's pelvis, biting and craning his jaw down past his dick, skimming just lightly over the shape of his balls--and going lower. ) Thirty seconds.
( yeah, he's just gonna keep using that to piss bakugou off. )
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Date: 10/31/23 01:51 (UTC)[mostly growling retort to avoid admitting dabi's probably right. this man's so damn flexible with his feelings. impatient to get in and out at one moment, then bitching at the blonde for being overeager the next. it isn't in his nature to be patient either, though he's by no means an idiot. to others, it may look like he's rushing in without thought, but they don't realize he's already thought ahead, analyzed the situation, and made for the most effective answer. dabi's someone that he can't look at and predict 100%; the man is patient and calculating, yet simultaneously impatient and reckless. the only thing he can count on dabi doing every time is whatever's in dabi's best interest. you can always count on a selfish, callous bastard to only care about his selfish, callous self.
even if that means getting better pleasure out of telling his impatient partner to wait and not get his ass torn open. and fuck you. the only virtue he's gonna learn from dabi is how to defeat him in battle without killing him. hmph.
he glares to the side at that grin curving on his shoulder, fingers curling against dabi's back as teeth skim across the bite sunk into his skin. until the man decides to descend, scraping his teeth across his flesh. a sharp curse bursts from his lips as he drops his head back against the bathroom rug, cringing in pain and pleasure as his teeth bare in a snarl of sensation as dabi bites at his nipple. bastard's leaving his marks already. his breath swells in his chest, pushing at his ribs, tapered waist and strong pelvis lifting up as much as possible in those hot hands caging around his hips until dabi shoves him back down on the floor to keep him pinned there. fuck... he spreads his legs a little when he feels that wire-taut body extending lower, stretching out between his thighs like a lazy panther.]
Don't order me around. [it's a heated growl as he tilts his head back and searches the world upside down, throwing one hand up towards the spilled items from earlier. how damn lucky there's a bottle of lube in re-] Ffhuck- [he drops his hand onto the ground, fingers digging at the tile thanks to a wet tongue sliding alone the cut of his pelvic v. dammit, dabi, he's trying to do something here! one knee twitches and tents upward around the villain's ribs when he glides his tongue past his balls, earning another hitch in his breath.] Bastard, don't give me a time limit after bitching about prep!
[dabi's doing that on purpose to piss him off. it'd serve him right if the blonde beaned the lube bottle off his stupid face. he doesn't. just grabs it with a vengeance and tugs it over before passing the bottle down to the villain. not gonna lie, it's kind of a turn on to do it right on the bathroom floor...]
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Date: 11/5/23 23:13 (UTC)he wants to tell himself that he says it just to fuel bakugou's impatience, to make it harder for him to handle things, harder for him to find control in things; but maybe there's something more to it, too. maybe it's just something he's not going to acknowledge, now.
the distraction works the way he intends it to, and every lap of his tongue along the thin skin of bakugou's sac makes the boy's thighs flinch, his legs tenting as though they might snake up around his ribs and knee him in the bone. he doesn't mind it--blindly, one hand gropes up bakugou's side to find the bottle, fingertips grazing bakugou's hand as he takes it from him without complaint. then it's just a matter of dropping it down into the space between bakugou's thighs and leaving his hands free to continue pinning him to the cold bathroom floor. he's not going to need it just yet, but it's better to have it ready; he imagines it would get harder for bakugou to find it the more blinded he gets by arousal.
squeezing, he holds him down, settles himself between bakugou's thighs fully, laying flat on his stomach; it feels good, somehow, stretched out on the floor without worry of the edge of a mattress coming up too close, or sheets sticking to his skin, getting caught up in the staples. his hands slide, groping down over the strong hilt of bakugou's hips and legs, pressing down between them until he can bend his elbows and palm his hands along the curve of either thigh, pushing to force bakugou's legs up in the air. )
You're right. ( the words come in a playful sneer, his head buried down beneath bakugou's balls. ) We should take our time, huh?
( his chin dips, hands sliding down until they come to the curve of bakugou's cheeks--and his tongue traces a warm, neat little line down, lapping lightly at the hint of the opening there, teasing it with the tip of his tongue; his fingers grip, forcing him to spread further apart, circling lightly over the skin there like he's waiting for complaint or desperation. )
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Date: 11/7/23 03:04 (UTC)but despite the one or two positive traits, dabi is no one he admires. only wishes whatever had happened to set him on this path hadn't. it sucks. too bad. doesn't change the fact it's fucking explosive when they get together, whether the man's making everything burn hard and fast or being a dick and taking his time. like now. both have their charm and pleasures. probably a good thing they don't get blood on the damn rug. he doesn't want to deal with cleaning it more than he's already going to.
ha! like he thinks he can control dabi anymore than dabi can control him. they wrestle with each other, taunting and demanding, tempting and challenging, see who's going to fold to the bigger bastard all the time. it's fucking annoying, but he continues to talk and engage with this guy. maybe he likes it more than he lets on.]
Shit... haa... [he drops his head to the side, eyes falling shut as dabi works his tongue over his sac. it's tempting to knee the bastard in the ribs, but he doesn't, instead closing one leg in on dabi's side. thigh sliding against his ribs, ankle tucking along the curve of his pelvis. their fingers briefly touch and that tongue slides up his balls again, earning a sharp snarl from the blonde before he hikes his opposite leg and throws it over dabi's back as those hands pin his hips to the damn floor. half out of reaction, half because he wants the physical contact. he rakes his tongue against his upper row of teeth, alleviating some of that tickling, pleasurable sensation as dabi's tongue runs up the seam of his sac and drops a ball off to the side. fuck, he's teasing that area on purpose now!
he tries bucking upward, but grunts as the effort fails, muscles flexing in his thighs and legs tightening around dabi's ribs. hands run along his body again, tracing his hips and legs, earning a quick gasp as the blonde's abs crunch hard over his stomach. one hand finds dabi's head, burrowing into his dark-faded hair and sliding through it in wanton, random directions. he's just about to drag his heel over the curve of dabi's ass before warm hands cup under the lines of his thigh and-] The fuc-?!
[-heave his legs into the air. both hands quickly smack down on the rub, finger digging in to counter balance having his limbs tossed up, one kicked towards the ceiling, the other hanging off to the side. god dammit, he feels so exposed like this! a hot flush runs across his face as he glares fire between his thighs at dabi.] You didn't have t-oh hell-
[it's not just the skim of those soft black spikes against the inside of his thighs, or the way dabi's nose runs past his balls and his breath ghosts hot between his spread cheeks, but that fucking tongue glazing a line down his perineum to the instinctively-clenching ring right there. his head hits the floor, toes curling in the air and one ankle popping from rolling it. he's used to rough, intense, forceful, not this playful teasing that drives him nuts because it feels good and pisses him off at the same time!] The fuckareyou... ugh- nhh... waiting for?
[dabi squeezes his cheeks and spreads him open further, making his dick jump against his stomach and his thighs flex on either side of his head. likely going to get desperate complaining sooner or later.]
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Date: 11/10/23 05:40 (UTC)so that's why he's doing it like this. that's why he's teasing bakugou's puckered hole with the tip of his tongue, flicking against it idly, slowly, like he's trying to coax him to relax; it doesn't matter to him either way, but it'll be way more enjoyable on bakugou's end if he stops tensing and clenching and curling up and away. one palm braces, holding bakugou's leg up in the air--the other reaches down between them, blind to fumble with the cap of the lube, struggling to work it open. it comes with a soft pop, a slight squeeze and puddle of the stuff between them, but he doesn't care. it might get smeared on him when he shifts his weight down, his tongue still diligently lapping and pressing and sneaking past that tight ring of muscle--his fingers end up coated, and rather than push them up between bakugou's legs, he works them down.
is bakugou going to come like this? oh, he's considering it, considering just tongue-fucking him and letting him spurt hot cum all over his own stomach, maybe even feel a little ashamed about it, either pushed too fast or pushed in a way he doesn't like; he isn't trying to go so far as to step over their boundaries, not exactly, not in a way that might get him into trouble, but: he likes being unexpected, and more than that, he likes being lazy. it feels good to stretch all out on his stomach and feel bakugou trembling because of him, because of a few simple, insistent maneuvers with his tongue. might just add this to the list of things they do on the regular, then.
his weight shifts again, more onto his side, just enough so he can take his own dick in hand and start slicking it with lube; his head tilts, a full jerk of his tongue inside of bakugou, as far as the boy's tension will allow him. a few more jilted, persistent pushes, licking and prodding and shifting; and then he's lifting his head up, slightly, pillowing it against bakugou's taut thigh. his eyes linger there, watching bakugou up along the shape of his naked body like a cat that's glowing in the shadows. )
I'm waiting for you to beg. ( his eyes squint a little, in a shape that shows he's grinning, unabashed, from where the rest of his face is pressed in near bakugou's pelvis. ) Not gonna start 'til I hear it.
( gives him a chance to keep slicking up his own cock, anyway. win win. )
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Date: 11/12/23 18:59 (UTC)which sometimes confuses him when dabi's gentle. teasing him like now, with this tongue wandering around the rim of his hole in lazy circles, flicking at it each time the puckered ring clenches inward, then slowly lapping at his entrance until he relaxes again and the clenched muscle softens enough that dabi can reach just a little bit into the sensitive nerve-laden hole. his thigh flexes under the villain's hand plastered to his leg, toes curling in the air when he hears dabi mess with the cap of lube until it pops open. can't be bothered with it because the man takes that moment to finally wriggle his tongue past his resistance and into his ass and the blonde drives his head back into the rug with a help of surprise. why the hell does dabi's tongue earn this reaction when he's taken the villain's dick before?! so fucking flexible and wet, hot and wriggling inside him like a living thing.
he says he hates the feeling, grimaces at the sensation, but every fucking time dabi does it, the response is ready. dick hardening and twitching against the hero's chiseled abs, oozing precum each time his ass contracts around the villain's tongue as it thrusts inside. he knows dabi could get him off just like this, working his tongue into him, dicking around with his legs, one hand on his cock, and the dabi knows it too. no real effort to thrust with his hips or mind his arms, just laid out on the floor like a lanky panther lapping away at a piece of meat he enjoys. another shudder ripples down his body, muscles tensing and flexing under his skin as his balls drag up against his perineum in full view of those aqua eyes. goddamn bastard's enjoying this way too much.
his breath hitches in his throat, a soft cuss spilling from his lips as he drops his head to the side, ears starting to burn pink along with his face as he hears dabi's hand wrap around his own dick and stroke it. slick and wet, tracing up and down. he doesn't even have to see it with his eyes to know exactly how it looks, foreskin dragging around his head when he pulls his hand up and then drawing taut when his fist slides to the base, balls swaying in soft bounces with his pumping motions.] Ngh- ... ugphuck-! [the curse punches out in the middle of a grunt as dabi spears his ass with his tongue again, doing fucking wonders with each lick and prod. it's gotten the boy to loosen up, only clenching down around his tongue when dabi reaches a sensitive area or the young hero wants to squeeze on his muscle for added sensation. before the man finally pulls out and he growls in relief and annoyance, an ankle popping overhead again as he rolls one foot in the air to keep his blood flowing.
not because dabi's hair tickles the back of his thigh when he leans his head against it. fuck no, certainly not that. cheek resting on his skin, staples and scars and smooth contrasting tangibly along with his breath. he shivers under that burning gaze and turns his head again, one red eye cracking open to glare down at dabi between his hiked thighs. naked, splayed out, fucking attractive. his words ghost right along his damn balls too. sadist.] Shut up and shove your tongue back in until I break.
[mostly because he's close enough if dabi thrusts anything else inside him, he's going to come way too quickly and this bastard'll taunt him for it for the rest of the night.]
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Date: 11/25/23 06:54 (UTC)idle, he lets his gaze tilt down, raking over the shape of bakugou's sharp pelvis, down to the gap between his thighs as they're spread wide open for him, the clench of his ass against the bathroom rug; he could be nice, sure, and do as he's told, but when has he ever done something like that?
bakugou doesn't beg, and he doesn't get what he's asking for, either. the temptation to stay there, lazily draped around him like a carnivore idly enjoying its meal, is there, but there's more pleasure to be found if he hauls himself up, pushing palms to either side of bakugou's hips, driving himself up onto his own knees. there, like the shadow of expectancy, he looms over bakugou's naked body, pushing his thighs in against bakugou's thighs, bending him in, spreading him further apart. )
You're gonna break either way. ( --seems to be the explanation, a slight crooked smile like his seams might start throbbing with the urge to bleed there, at the hollowed skin beneath his eyes; excitement always does it to him, drives him to that edge where he wants to cry, and if he wants to cry, it won't come out the way it's supposed to, anymore. ) Don't hold back, 'kay?
( soft and sweet, a mocking sort of croon--will bakugou even be able to hold back, like this? with his own weight centered onto one palm, now, his other snakes in between his own legs and bakugou's legs, reaching for the hard length of his own cock, slicked and wet and sticky; purposefully clumsy, he runs the head of it down against bakugou's balls, bumping, pressing, nudging in carefully down further, slipped tight between his cheeks against his hole with a sharp intake of breath, his head dipping between his shoulders. as much as he wants to tease bakugou for his impatience, for his short fuse, for all of it: he's the same way, excitable, determined, desperate for the shred of pleasure there, the feeling of being pressed up tight inside of him.
with his fingers pressing in, he pushes, guides his hips forward, palming his hand against bakugou's thigh, his hip, up against his side as he shifts himself inside, a little careful; it isn't the most time he's spent on prep, but it also isn't the least, so at least bakugou's getting some minor thread of care from him, no matter how frayed. )
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Date: 11/27/23 18:41 (UTC)and he likes it. he feels his eyes wandering his skin, taking in the sight of his hips trying not to tremble, raking the back of his thighs as they fall open on either side of his dick, ass tightening as his glutes harden under the burden of pleasure and keeping his legs in the air. of course he doesn't expect dabi to do what he told him to. he's not even doing what dabi told him to! which somehow makes them work well together. attractive bastard.
no tongue. he hears and feels motion instead and jerks his head up to stare down the length of his body, red eyes locking onto the scarred villain hauling himself up onto his knees between the teen's v-straddled limbs. hands press to the rug beside his hips and dabi leans over him in all his naked, ominous presence, slotting the tops of his thighs against the backs of the blonde's as he bodies the younger's legs apart. fuck, he's forced to relocate them, sliding his legs to either side of dabi's shoulders and ribs and hips, not sure where he wants them to latch onto from those three options, but not exactly against the idea of just running them all over the tract so long as it means dabi's between them.]
I'll break you soon enough. [comes the growling promise in retort as he bends his legs at the knees, just enough to keep his feet hovered behind dabi's body in a threat to lock him in there if he dares back out. his eyes flick to the stapled seams of that garish mouth, not out of disgust or aversion, but out of monitoring his health for a split second. he doesn't want dabi to bleed all over him because that'll make him take care of the bastard. even if it means sitting on his stupid chest. the second's over and his red gaze jerks back to dabi's eyes, locking with them at the questioning challenge.] Don't give me a reason to.
[he's tried his damnest to hold back plenty of times, teeth grit and eyes blazing despite the tears beading at the corners as his chest and throat flex to hold in his noises. but he can't name a single time he's managed to keep it in the entire duration. not when dabi's fist is gripping his dick and working it between his exposed buttocks, pushing the slick bullet-shaped head against his balls and making a mess as he drags it down the shifting orbs' smooth sac. there's a breathless cuss at the deliberate tease, one hand pulling from the rug and instead grabbing at dabi's thigh to hold on when the man slides further down the swollen tract of his perineum, leaving precum all over his hot skin until finally reaching the tight, saliva-lubed crater of the boy's puckered rim. dabi's gasp mixes with the blonde's husk as he stares up at him with intense, demanding want. neither of them are immune to this.]
Haa... fuck, Dabi... [that's it. the pressure of his head against his hole increases, his muscle parts around the oozing tip, drags backwards along his glans until it crests the gentle flare of his crown and suddenly 'pop' goes inside with a jolt that has the blonde's shoulders hiking and his air-thrown legs kicking around the dabi's back and shoulder.] Fuck! [it's in! dabi's hand's gripping at his thigh and hip, feeling the flex of muscle and jump of his body when they finally connect again. it's careful, sure, but prep wasn't thorough and dabi's not a fucking wuss. the raw sensation of his ass opening around dabi's naked dick and closing greedily behind his head, inner muscles fluttering and dragging at his dripping glans in begging plea that won't reach the explosive teen's mouth, is insane. that tiny shred of care only makes things even harder to resist and he grips dabi's thigh hard in reaction.
too big, too much, too good, right there, don't stop, feels great, just right, keep going, fucking do it.] More... [now that's a beg.]
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Date: 12/3/23 21:25 (UTC)it feels fucking good to push himself inside of bakugou, to feel his muscles close around his head, close around every inch of him, as he guides himself forward. he should have lubed up more, should have taken the time to fuck bakugou on his fingers, too, finish up the whole of the teasing, but bakugou had been embarrassingly close to orgasm, and also, fuck this kid. he can take what he gets and he can like it. he's gone in without nearly anything before, bringing bakugou near to tears with the sensation--though he's stopped doing that as of late, as though, grimly, he's starting to also feel some sort of... no, it's not about that. it's about the fact that it feels better when he doesn't have a sniffling, angry little shithead between his legs, clenching his teeth. it's better when they're both a little more prepared.
even so, as he guides his hips forward, the immediate urge to draw back and slam in hits him; the hand between his legs is unnecessary, now that bakugou's taking him in, and so he balances his weight on hard palms that lock in at either side of bakugou's ribs. he might be trying to keep him close with those legs like a vice around him, but bakugou himself won't be moving past his hands, either. they're both so determined to keep the other close that it's almost sickening. )
Yeah? ( okay, that's closer to begging. he approves. ) Come on, say it again.
( --doesn't mean he'll accept just one, though. his voice comes out like gravel, thick in his throat, and his chin dips a little, like he doesn't want to look bakugou right in the face as he keeps easing his way inside. 'more' is fine, he'll get more: he'll get the whole length of him, pressed inside, where their hips meet skin to skin; bakugou's hand on his thigh clenches in, pulling at the skin, and the hint of pain there, just at the edge of his senses, is just as enjoyable. make him feel it. he wants to feel it.
nothing can really rival the heat that he feels burning inside of him, but this is a pleasant kind. the tense heat of bakugou's muscles wrap around him, tight and tense, and a breath escapes, a hiss of pleasure, feeling it tingle up from the head of his cock and down the length of it, settling into a ball of expectation in his stomach. impatience makes his hands dig down into the bathroom rug; his chin lifts, licking his lips as though the lack of sensation there might even help strengthen the actual feeling between his legs. it's addictive, delicious, and he hasn't even started moving yet.
still waiting for more begging, so: )
Come on. I'm--waiting.
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Date: 12/4/23 23:14 (UTC)and it feels amazing as dabi pushes inside him, the mercifully-un-burnt head of his dick spreading his body open around its smooth bullet, soft ridge of his crown popping past his hole, and the hot pillar of his shaft pushing further inside his ass the more dabi works himself forward. yeah, they could've used more lube, could've prepped with more fingers, but the way he's clenching around the villain with a stubborn grip drags the blonde's hole along his shaft in raw, detailed demand. tight enough to almost threaten dabi to stop out of sheer force, making his skin slide and his penetration a little jerky as he slips from one clench to the next. it's a little better than when dabi fucks him completely raw, no prep beyond just a quick spit, leaving the kid seething through grit teeth and fighting the heat on his lower eyelids. WHO THE FUCK SNIFFLES, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?! HE'D NEVER!! but it'd be a lie to say he doesn't like it best when they take enough time to make it feel like he's going to blow his load the second dabi gets his dick in him.
he claps one hand to dab's clear shoulder, fingers digging into his flesh and kneading at the muscle there. the other stays seized atop the villain's thigh, clinging in response to his dick filling his ass like that, fingers twitching with each inch. caged in by dabi's arms flanking his ribs, he returns the possessive favor by knotting his ankles together above the man's tailbone, thighs squeezing around lean ribs to keep dabi from going anywhere but here. fuck, somehow getting railed on the damn bathroom floor like this makes the incredulous aspect of their very union that much more brazen.]
Ngh... bastard- [he realizes what he said, what he sounded like, a second too late, face flaring pin in anger and embarrassment (and pure arousal) when dabi encourages him to say it again. his voice thickens with the snarl, wet with hormones, and a choked grunt sees his head crane back against the rug, ashen spikes scraping on the threads as dabi sinks his dick further inside. his fingers slip, heel of his palm skidding down towards the man's knee, blunt nails raking against his skin before stopping just above the stapled line. he left lines.] F-fhuck-
[why does he feel so good? it's not just his cock spreading him open and penetrating all the way inside. it's the throb of his heart, pounding in the veins on his shaft, beating inside his ass, his body. he can feel dabi even more than just wrapping his arms and legs around him, more than kissing him and grinding his chest and hips to his body.] Right...! [Almost... fuck, almost-] -c'mon... mor-... che- all of it! [and the gentle slap of dabi's balls against his cheeks answers that angry demand/plea. his tunnel seizes up around his dick, flexing greedily up and down the length of it, earning the hero a hiss of pleasure from the villain that he loves hearing. damn, he wants it every time, tucking his chin down again to open his eyes and stare wanton hot up into dabi's face. panting softly, teeth bared in an open-mouth lust-glazed snarl.] Move... haa, haa.. move, Dabi...
[he unknowts his ankles, strong legs slide down, bending at the knees, and instead hooks his heel around the back of dabi's thigh, other foot stepping on the man's calf, giving him a mixture of anchor and chain around his partner's legs and lower body.] C'mon... fuck me... [and uses his legs to pull, dragging dabi towards him a bit.] Or I'll ride you myself... you hot prick...
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Date: 12/10/23 22:17 (UTC)and maybe a part of him almost envies that, in some sick way, some angry way, that bakugou grew up to be someone who could be so goddamn confident and well-trained and talented: did he do it all himself? or was it because he had those nice little parents there to support him and help him? what could he have been, if his parents had--
that's not the point, here. the point is to get lost in this feeling: this feeling that he drags out of him, this feeling of bakugou's body clamped around him, skin to skin, hip to hip, thigh to thigh, and to pull and stretch and drag out every piece of pleasure he can from it. that pleasure can't erase anything, but like a drug, it smooths things out, even for a little bit; it gives him something else to focus on, something not quite as destructive as murder or even talent acquisition, something that he sucks at the most, out of everyone, mostly because half the time he doesn't care enough to even go out looking. move, move like he doesn't already fucking want to, like he isn't already driven to the edge of his meager patience by the way that bakugou goes tight around him. his teeth clench, sucking in air through the spaces between them, letting it out in something that sounds like a wheezing sort of laugh. )
Yeah? Gonna ride me from all the way down there?
( all of bakugou's limbs are wrapped around him the way a vine wraps around a building; he doubts that he's going to suddenly push himself up and take charge, and he doesn't mind that at all. he got what he wanted--sort of, he'll give it a passing grade for effort--and so bakugou gets to get what he wants, too. rather than leave his weight up on his palms, he shifts it down to his forearms, hooked on the bathroom rug; the connection between them is almost too close for him to fully enjoy it, the possessive way they're wrapped around each other edging a little too close to those feelings he doesn't have at all.
so he goes on without them. his hips press in, just to bury himself further inside to make a point; his chin dips, head angled to tuck in near bakugou's ear for a short, hot breath of amusement before he draws back again, muscles sliding in relieved tension around the length of his dick as he drags himself out of the heated tunnel of bakugou's insides just to stay there, head of his cock trapped within that tight ring, rubbing up against it. the sensitive sensation is just a little dulled, but even if it started to hurt, he wouldn't care: he can't even remember what hurt feels like, something new and exciting, and rather than linger there too long, he jerks his hips back in again, sinking inside of him until they're skin to skin again with a stiff groan. )
Don't--come yet. ( through his gritted teeth again, bemused, as he pulls back again, dives in again, rolls his hips into bakugou's ass and slips back again only to do it all over again; it's driving him a little mad to be so measured about it, but he's not going to stay so staccato for long. ) I mean it, fuck. Gotta give me at least...a few minutes, come on.
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Date: 12/13/23 20:31 (UTC)he wouldn't be surprised at all if there's a part of dabi that envies him. most villains have some petty streak of jealousy or anger towards another hero they don't want to admit. someone who has more than them, is better than them, got nicer treatment. he has no intention of explaining his life to dabi anymore than dabi has the patience to listen to the blonde tell him off for being a stubborn dick who could've made his own life so much better if he'd just been a little less stubborn! there's so much talent in there, so much potential, and it's squandered on a fucking grudge. if only...
there's no room for pity right now. no, the point of this is to get lost in each other and the raw sensations they can drag across their skin and plunge inside to the point where nothing else matters. his teeth set, a seething breath escapes as dabi pulls backwards and drags his shaft out of him. no way to avoid the stubborn grip of his ass as he clenches down around the man and instinctively tries to keep him inside where it feels the best. their skin pressing together, his ass cupped in dabi's hips, thighs rubbing in an incriminating entanglement, bared enough it's obvious what they're up to. there's no classes here, no heroes or villains, no murder plans or heroic missions. just carnal escape where he doesn't have to be perfect and dabi doesn't have to be flawed. not if they don't want to. instead, move. move and make it feel good so they can go away where it's hot and wet and crass and there's a goddam dick in his ass that's pulsing so hard he can feel dabi's heartbeat in two different areas. a hissing laugh tickles at his ear and it's answered with a thick grunt of demand and the catch of the blonde's surprised breath.]
Like a fucking bronco. [he doesn't have to roll them over and straddle atop dabi to take control. those strong legs wrapped around the villain's narrow hips are just as capable of hooking about the back of his thighs and stomping atop his ass to push and pull his hips into a rhythmic pace that's to the boy's liking. but dabi's not refusing to move and that means he's no earning himself a coup. instead, the man swoops down atop him, he's unable to tell if it's a collapse unwilling or a deliberate swallow. but forearms flank his shoulders, his legs get hiked up further along dabi's side, his hips and ass sheathed even more securely in the sandwich between staple bisected thighs and abs. it's amazingly possessive in an almost suffocating, dangerous way, and before he's even thought about it, one hand is buried in dabi's hair, the other splayed across his back as the boy knots his ankles above his hip again to keep him close.]
Ah-! Ngh! Haa! Fuck! AGH! [they don't need those kinds of feelings, right? hips shove forward, sheathing his dick back inside him all the way, and his legs bounce up against the man's ribs before falling down to his hips once more. a mouth nuzzles right against his ear, dragging a shudder through his skin at dabi's breath. he groans in response to his length sliding out of him once more, ripples of inner muscles dragging at his foreskin and shaft, until it's just the blunt tip of his cock resting inside his ring. pulsing and throbbing, pre cum tangibly oozing inside his hole.] Don't just... stay there- [he's trying to drive him insane like this! make him beg for him! bastard! abs clench and he deliberately tightens his ass as hard as he can around dabi's head, wanting to squeeze him so tightly it hurts. or feels so good it crumbles him.] Mov-AH FUCK!!
[he's clinging to dabi's head, yelling into his un-burned shoulder as the man thrusts back inside him, breath hiking around another cuss word when hips meet hips and dabi's balls slap against his ass like a mocking stamp of proof that he's all the way in. he wants to hear more than a groan out of him. though that dumbass demand earns the villain a slight tug as the young hero fists at his hair.] Who the fuck... do you think you're... talking to... I won't- fuck- fucking come... from just this. [each snarl and pant punctuates with dabi's thrusts, groaning as he pulls out, gasping when he shoves back in. over and over, setting that rhythm that has his arms snarled around his abused-but-victorious body, legs sliding and running against his hips and lower limbs. like hell does he think it'll stay like this for long.] Shit... ah-h... this is... heh... fuck, slow shit... I'll last all night... at this rate- guh!
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Date: 12/27/23 02:19 (UTC)bakugou doesn't touch him like that, but if there's anything his body remembers, it's muscle memory: and it climbs up inside of his throat, and inside of his chest, and he wants to plant him down onto the floor and hold him at a distance, keep him from breathing on him, breathing with him, keep him at a safe and respectable length.
keep everything from bleeding together. keep them from bleeding together. the thought is sickening, like some sort of disgusting prank: how could either of them ever get to that kind of point, together? the whole point of this had been the fact that it could be sex and nothing else; he doesn't feel anything anymore, and bakugou is too stupid or too prideful or too disgusted himself to try. what sort of hero would want to fuck around with a villain, to start, but what sort of hero might feel something for a villain? fucking pathetic.
he probably doesn't. it's just sex. sex, and snarling, and the pant of bakugou's breath as he pushes inside, the stammering, thick murmur of his words, his demands, his gratification; it's slow, too slow to really drive bakugou to his limits, and by now, he's probably pushed past that too-close pain and has instead dived right into the intense boundaries of pleasure, swimming within its fences. frustrated, he lets out a curse, the thick of it falling against bakugou's ear; they're so fucking close it's uncomfortable, their bodies wrapped up, bakugou's ankles locked, his hands, his mouth, his voice, his breath-- )
Shut the fuck up. ( it's not really a command, not really a complaint, either: no one's home this time, so he doesn't have to jam his fingers over bakugou's mouth to keep him quiet; it's mostly just against the taunt that bakugou could go all night like this--sure, he might last awhile, but he doesn't think it would be all night. ) Gonna...piss me off...
( it's a threat that he only half-means: already he's rubbing his hips in, burying himself in further, deeper, all the way to the end; his balls press, smashed in against bakugou's ass, and rather than pull himself back, rather than work into that slow rhythm, he stays there, rutting into him, pushing when there's nothing else left to push. their bodies rock together, sliding the rug beneath them back and forth against the tile--all he gets is heat, and all he gets is the steady pulse of the head of his dick there, rubbing into tight, constrictive pleasure; he definitely thinks he's just gonna lose it, and whether that's his cool or his temper or his sanity, it's hard to say. everything's so fucking tight here, and they're so fucking close here-- )
Fuck. ( a hiss, dripping with intensity against bakugou's ear, where his face is still buried in, hidden against him--his hips stutter in again, a little wilder, a little less composed, a little less worried about how he's not giving bakugou any room to breathe. ) Fffuck. You're so fucking tight...
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Date: 12/31/23 17:34 (UTC)does he want to touch dabi like "that" in a way that makes the man shudder and reflect? who knows. he's thought about it before, whether anyone's held the villain in a caring and intimate manner that gives more of a shit than simply wanting his dick or his power. not that he'd ever admit to giving a shit about dabi... and yet, neither of them are turning on the other as they indulge in this stupidity when both of them should be on opposite sides of a barred divider.
instead, he's gripping at dabi's body, panting against the side of his neck while the other man husks and breathes so close to his ear. wrapped around each other on the floor, legs bent, body knelt, arms gripped, connected intimately below their hips as they move in an unmistakable rhythm that's as telltale as their voices. he asks himself the same thing. what sort of hero would feel anything for a villain? and yet, after his experiences, with those in his class, with people labeled "villain" who really aren't, with multiple humiliations and reflections forcing his maturity... win to save, right? if he could save dabi, would he? it's fucking annoying, but he knows the answer already. perhaps both of them do.
another flex of hips, a bony pelvis pushes against his ass, dabi's all the way inside and the blonde snarls thickly as he fists that spiky mop of black-drenched hair, ankles twisting together over dabi's ass to hold him close. no, he's nowhere near his limits with this pace, but feels like the man's doing that on purpose to be a bastard. it doesn't hurt in the bad way anymore, a sweet aching pain instead that reminds him of dabi's size and how damn deep his dick reaches inside of him. stretching him to the point of pleasure as his shaft slides in and out of his hole. until dabi curses right into his ear and the young hero seizes up involuntarily around his dick, because that just sounds as good as the sex feels. if dabi doesn't want to be caged in, then maybe he shouldn't have caged in this ticking time bomb in the first place.]
Don't tell me what to do. [command or complaint, neither stops him from responding. they don't have to be quiet, no palm over his mouth or fingers between his teeth or pillow bitten to shut him up. even if he can't go all night, he wants to. take the damn intent and like it. that's how good dabi makes him feel and hell if he's not going to make the other man feel as much of that same way as possible. pain may be dulled, but there are other sensations too.] Sounds fun-
[the taunt to that threat breaks off in a louder curse as dabi shoves his hips in again, getting even the deeper if possible. balls driven against his ass, making the blonde's cheeks flex and his tunnel spasm all around the man's head and shaft as nerves fire through his body. he expects him to thrust again, but instead, dabi stays buried to the hilt inside him and starts rutting. like a damn dog knotting his bitch. his body lifts slightly against the man's thighs, ankles falling apart and instead wrapping his legs individually over dabi's lower back and around the back of his thighs. dabi pushes forward, he pulls him forward, flexing together until they relax for a moment, then rut again. it's so damn hot, he's already a sweating mess, this only makes him leak more. everywhere. he instinctively flexes his ass, massaging and greedily grabbing at dabi's length the longer it stays inside him. constricting around him over and over as precum oozes and his balls shift in their smooth sac. maybe it won't be such a bad idea to lose it...]
Guh- ah! ah-hn... shit- [it's hard to breathe, almost impossible, his hips hiked off the floor, crushing his abs a bit, dabi's face against his ear hissing into his skull as the blonde clutches the back of his head with one hand and clings to the villain's back with the other. holding him selfish and possessive as more and more composure and restraint gets shaved off with each stuttering buck. they don't have to worry right now. that's the best fucking part.] Ba- bastard, you... don't get bigger- [it's totally not a complaint as dabi's dick twitches and flexes almost in tandem with his own throbbing dick oozing precum all over his abs. this guy's gonna burn him up.]
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Date: 1/10/24 04:27 (UTC)pushing at a bruise, picking at a scab, pulling at skin until it bleeds: having bakugou wrapped around him like this is just the same. he pushes so far into the unpleasant, sickening lurch at being this damn close to someone that he can feel their breath and feel their sweat and feel their body move in tandem with his own; he pushes into it so far that he gets past that feeling, gets past that disgust, gets past that horror. at some point, it becomes nothing but the pleasure in it: a shared pursuit, one of the only ones they'll ever agree on.
because that's what it is, in the end. it's sex, sex and snarling, yes, sex and bakugou's breath panting at him, sex and bakugou's voice taunting him, sex and bakugou's legs wrapped up around him and his arms around him and his dick smearing precum between them, eager and desperate for that cliff he's driving them over. no airbags and no coming back from the impact. and is it a little crazy, to think there's even more to get to? to keep pushing on it, keep pressing forward, keep rutting into his ass like he can get any deeper, like he can somehow find the strings that connect them, there, even though he doesn't want to be connected at all? what the fuck kind of fucked up feeling is that, to want to be close to someone? when has that ever worked out for anyone at all? bakugou might be clinging to him now, and he might be enamored with him now, and he might be desperate for him now, but all that is about the sex, about the release, about the tension.
and he's gonna lose it first, and he fucking hates that.
his chin ducks, a hissing breath against bakugou's ear that ends up smothered down into his neck, his shoulder, ends up smothered where his teeth skim and bite and pull at bakugou's skin, marking him up as he mouths his way back to his ear; he's still pressing into him, rocking them together like they're one unit, and the way those muscles go tight and slack and tight and slack around his dick drives him so close to orgasm that he has to close his teeth around bakugou's ear just to keep from yelling in frustration. not everything is as dulled as he wants it to be, and not everything is as dead as he wants it to be, either. )
Fuck off. ( to the point about his dick, and then, further, greedy and amused and hot in bakugou's ear, as he lets it go with his teeth-- ) And fuck you.
( there, now he's getting it: now he's finding his way back again, back from the hazy feeling of bakugou's body, coiled around his, like he actually means something; now he's back in the moment but apart from it, pulling his hips back--his dick catches, slick and clumsy and popped past the ring of bakugou's muscles, there, hooked on just by the head; there's a throaty, pleased sort of chuckle, and he pushes in again. bakugou's cock is caught between their bodies, but he doesn't care; his hips push in, pull out, push in, pull out, and this time, there's no mercy, none of that desperate rutting, none of that full connection. he fills bakugou just to deny him it again, and it feels fucking fantastic, and it feels like-- )
Come on, you're holding back on me. ( the words come out stuttered, pulled from the breath of exertion and the tingling of pleasure that rakes over him with every thrust of his hips into bakugou's pliant body; he has to taunt him, has to try to get him there, or he's going to lose himself to his orgasm first, and no, he's not going to lose something yet again. ) Come, scream, yell, pull my hair, really fucking feel it.
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Date: 1/15/24 18:37 (UTC)dabi's voice in his ear, his breath making the flesh of his neck crawl beneath perspiration beading up from his pores. smearing fluid along the villain's back and shoulders as he wraps around him like a possessive octopus, wanting to touch the wrinkled flesh of burn scars, smooth skin of places left unmarred, the staples that barricade those demarcation lines between the two patterns of dabi's body. another pulse inside his ass, another jet of precum glazing along the inside of his walls and getting so damn deep in his body he'll never get all of it out. he's not the only one who's eager for that resulting plunge. it's not as if he's deluded to their straights. dabi holds onto him now, ruts into his ass over and over, talks dirty into his ear, brings him right down onto the floor of his own bathroom and fucks him out in the open on the damn rug...
but once all of this is over, once sex is gone, they'll be on opposite sides again. back to expected hate, clashing goals, diametrically opposed lives. so why does a part of himself say "fuck all that" and continue to reach for him, trying to find some connection to clench his hand around and refuse to let go? it's fucked up, but then again, so is this. can they ever trade the sweat-soaked rug on the bathroom floor for the clean sheets of his bed, trade the panting breaths and growling words for a simple grunt of acknowledgement as they fall asleep side by side, exchange exploding palms and burning hands for the silent twine of fingers and a promise not to let go? ... it's so fucked up.
oh it's always gonna be a battle between them of who breaks first. as soon as his chin plunges behind his collarbone, that snarling exhale muffled against his neck, white teeth sinking into his flesh and earning dabi a harsh curse word shouted out into the steamy bathroom, a heavy pulse strums through his body, convulsing the young hero beneath the villain's crouched body as he bucks in that half-burned cage. almost. precum spews against his abs, almost reaching his chest, and his ass seizes up all around dabi's cock, clenching and sucking in a desperate attempt to stave off his own release as it bucks in his hips and kicks his balls hard enough to earn a moan of discomfort and growl of stubborn refusal. he doesn't know why he refuses; they can always fuck again. maybe it's because he doesn't want to stop even for that. where his body's getting marked up by bites and hickeys and scratches, his ass is stretching with each throb and thrust dabi skewers him with. in and out, tight and lose, grip and relax, thrust and pull, slap slap pant slap curse slap. maybe that proud brat inside dabi's grip is taking some minor victory in proving the villain still has raw nerves left somewhere.]
Sh- shut up- [he can talk about his dick all he damn well wants! even as those words seep into his ear, slick with teeth and lips that were just around it.] Keep moving. [it's hard to talk when it's broken up with hard breaths and needy sounds. maybe they don't need to deal with the emotional aspects. right. because that's what this is. sex. physical. what matters is the way those hips drag backwards from his ass, his cheeks harden in angry reluctance as his ass empties from that hot dick sliding backwards and catching at his rim stubbornly claiming dabi, until it pops free of his hole and leaves the tight little muscle grabbing for his oozing tip. he's laughing and the boy's snarling at the emptiness left behind.]
What're you wa- AH FUCK!! [and back in, slamming through his hole and filling his ass up with the same rod he's become so intimately acquainted with. his dick twitches between their stomachs, spilling precum into the sweaty glaze across his abs, until his sides are weeping with each dip of his diaphragm sending the pooling melange down his obliques. dabi's not being soft either, driving into him so hard his legs are fighting to keep themselves wrapped and hooked around the villain's body, instead of being bucked into the air to bounce and flail around like he's getting railed on the ground... which he totally is.]
As if I'd ever hold back! [hard to say that when every word stammers or crams itself against the preceding one in a single breath. over and over, pounded into, until he's yelling and cussing wordlessly in pleasure. fingers dig into dabi's hair, dragging at the dark spikes with their dyed coloring, fingertips clutching at his head and pulling him against his neck or trying to drag him in for a molten, open-mouthed kiss that's more tongue twisting between their jaws than anything intimate. how the hell can he feel anything but this?! dabi's igniting him this entire time and nothing else matters but him.] F-fuck- fuck me! Dabi! Fuck!
[he's going to break, he's going to come, he can't even form the words to warn him. balls tightening up, ass constricting around the villain's dick, his own shaft hardening like a rock between their abs as the hero wraps himself around the man once more. arms clinging, legs locking, hands grabbing and pulling, mouth hot and cussing as he bites, yells, cusses, kisses, and everything goes white. there's no way he can feel shit except for dabi. dabi and pleasure. bliss the villain dragged out of him as his balls pump out one string of thick white after another. bucking against the man, coiling tight with his limbs, screaming a single obscenity between them as dabi fucks his cum right out of him. bastard made him come first! not that he's thinking about such a thing as his entire body is a single-minded machine focused on touching as much of dabi's skin with his own as possible, and milking the villain for his own orgasm in vengeful greed.]
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