[ Dabi isn't joking at all. The exact opposite, actually. This might be the most serious he's ever been, outside of a mission. He has a weakness, he wants to get rid of it. This is the only way he knows how. So earlier, maybe Shigaraki did more good than bad, because now Dabi is determined.
He clenches his jaw, but he doesn't reply. He's too caught up in controlling himself when Shigraki gets on his knees. He does get closer, watching intently and waiting for that first bit of contact. When Shigaraki's tongue runs up along it, Dabi sinks his nails into the palms of his hands, which are clenched into tight fists at his sides. When he does it again, Dabi has to struggle not to recoil, he hates it so much.
He's sweating by the time the other man's mouth goes around his cock and he has to tilts his head back, a violent shudder running through him. The hands on his thighs are just too much. His gaze snaps back to Shigaraki's face to say something but he instantly regrets looking down at the sight in front of him, so he sucks it up and looks away, eyes trained on a spot on the wall. ]
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He clenches his jaw, but he doesn't reply. He's too caught up in controlling himself when Shigraki gets on his knees. He does get closer, watching intently and waiting for that first bit of contact. When Shigaraki's tongue runs up along it, Dabi sinks his nails into the palms of his hands, which are clenched into tight fists at his sides. When he does it again, Dabi has to struggle not to recoil, he hates it so much.
He's sweating by the time the other man's mouth goes around his cock and he has to tilts his head back, a violent shudder running through him. The hands on his thighs are just too much. His gaze snaps back to Shigaraki's face to say something but he instantly regrets looking down at the sight in front of him, so he sucks it up and looks away, eyes trained on a spot on the wall. ]