[There's no shortage of disgruntled sounds coming from Shigaraki. At first it's just that, along with a few quick breaths as Dabi gets him worked up. The harder he gets though? The harder it is to hold back the sounds.
He throws his head back at the warm touch of Dabi's hand, breathing harshly. It's different from when he jerked himself off yesterday for Dabi's photo. Probably because Dabi knows what he's doing but it's also his never ending warmth.]
Nnngh. [He writhes under the touch, closing his eyes tight as he writhes against Dabi.] You're always so warm.
[Too warm. But it works. Always gets him excited and turned on- wanting more friction and attention from the other. Shigaraki softly whines, turning his head to the side as his hands grip the sheets beneath him.]
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He throws his head back at the warm touch of Dabi's hand, breathing harshly. It's different from when he jerked himself off yesterday for Dabi's photo. Probably because Dabi knows what he's doing but it's also his never ending warmth.]
Nnngh. [He writhes under the touch, closing his eyes tight as he writhes against Dabi.] You're always so warm.
[Too warm. But it works. Always gets him excited and turned on- wanting more friction and attention from the other. Shigaraki softly whines, turning his head to the side as his hands grip the sheets beneath him.]