[ Dabi is blaming it entirely on the alcohol. He has to, or he'll think too hard about it and then it'll be even more uncomfortable than it is. Either way, the whole us thing is still in the back of his head. It's not like he wasn't thinking it too, he just didn't say it out loud.
He's trying to distract himself from the way Shigaraki feels on his lap, but he realizes he doesn't want to. His hands are already traveling up the other man's legs and he's already deep in this kiss, what more could... oh. Well now there's a hand on his shoulder and this is probably the closest he's ever willingly let Shigaraki get to him while kissing him.
It's far too gentle, it makes him squirm, and he wants to push the other man back and climb on top of him, let him know who's in control, but he forces himself to stay. It's really fine, as long they keep kissing. ]
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He's trying to distract himself from the way Shigaraki feels on his lap, but he realizes he doesn't want to. His hands are already traveling up the other man's legs and he's already deep in this kiss, what more could... oh. Well now there's a hand on his shoulder and this is probably the closest he's ever willingly let Shigaraki get to him while kissing him.
It's far too gentle, it makes him squirm, and he wants to push the other man back and climb on top of him, let him know who's in control, but he forces himself to stay. It's really fine, as long they keep kissing. ]