[Using the hand on Dabi's chest, he shoves the other backwards into the couch. He then slides the hand up the other man's shirt, clawing at the skin underneath. It's not harsh, thanks to the gloves, but it's still rough. The only exposed finger trails along the edge of scarred skin and flesh until he brushes over Dabi's nipple. He grabs the small bud and tries his best to be more rough and forceful.
But it's hard to multitask. He tries to go back to kissing; it's even lazier than before. To the point where he's just opening his mouth to moan hotly into Dabi's mouth.
The hand on Dabi's shoulder grips the other tightly as he drives his hips down harder against Dabi, nearly thrusting into the other's hands. He squirms, trying to pull away because this is becoming too overwhelming for his drunken mind.]
Stop. [Shigaraki hisses, trying to bat away Dabi's hand around his cock.]
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But it's hard to multitask. He tries to go back to kissing; it's even lazier than before. To the point where he's just opening his mouth to moan hotly into Dabi's mouth.
The hand on Dabi's shoulder grips the other tightly as he drives his hips down harder against Dabi, nearly thrusting into the other's hands. He squirms, trying to pull away because this is becoming too overwhelming for his drunken mind.]
Stop. [Shigaraki hisses, trying to bat away Dabi's hand around his cock.]