[In the short time they've been together- Dabi already knows how to make Shigaraki desperate and whining. Shigaraki isn't sure if it's Dabi's experience or that he's a fast leaner. He hopes it's a combination of the two and not his dreadfully easy way due to his inexperienced. The inexperienced part still shows on Shigaraki, even as he rapidly picked up on cues from Dabi. It's mostly the embarrassment from being in such a vulnerably placed position and how easy Dabi gets away with pushing him around.
There's a whine when more heat gets added and a whimper when Dabi pulls back. There's even a brief sound of protest when his legs get pushed apart as he cranes his neck up to watch Dabi. He knows what's coming next- but it still gets a shaky breath out of Shigaraki. The other's mouth is soft and wet, and Shigaraki can barely think straight.
For a moment he hesitates, and then quickly remembers he's wearing those gloves. One hand snakes down to grab Dabi's hair. He doesn't want to push the other down right away- the teasing on the head of his cock is perfect but he does press lightly with his fingertips into Dabi's skull. He can do this now, without threat of killing the other. Eventually his fingers grip at the other villain's hair, with his other hand still twisted in the sheets.]
Uhhh. Fuck.
[There's another whine that gets repeated twice like it's gotten stuck in his throat or if he was unsure to let it out. This sensation never gets old.]
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There's a whine when more heat gets added and a whimper when Dabi pulls back. There's even a brief sound of protest when his legs get pushed apart as he cranes his neck up to watch Dabi. He knows what's coming next- but it still gets a shaky breath out of Shigaraki. The other's mouth is soft and wet, and Shigaraki can barely think straight.
For a moment he hesitates, and then quickly remembers he's wearing those gloves. One hand snakes down to grab Dabi's hair. He doesn't want to push the other down right away- the teasing on the head of his cock is perfect but he does press lightly with his fingertips into Dabi's skull. He can do this now, without threat of killing the other. Eventually his fingers grip at the other villain's hair, with his other hand still twisted in the sheets.]
Uhhh. Fuck.
[There's another whine that gets repeated twice like it's gotten stuck in his throat or if he was unsure to let it out. This sensation never gets old.]