[if this were anywhere else, keigo would be embarrassed. thankfully, it's just him and dabi here, all alone, in his penthouse suite. on top of his cries, the sounds of their fucking is growing. it wasn't this loud before, was it? then again, last time was in that warehouse, and he was pressed up against a window.
his thighs quiver at the pleasure that strikes him, and keigo is sure he would be hitting dabi with his wings from the intensity the man was giving him if the positions were changed.
the new angle positions fixes to where his sweet spot is hit, earning a sharp cry and tighter hold to the villain. he can barely hear dabi's own sounds, and he wishes he could shut his mouth to listen to the other man.
he can feel himself squeezing around that shaft that pierces him, and idly, he hopes it's not too much. it's hard to relax or even try to concentrate. however, feeling dabi's hand leave his wings, it gives keigo a chance to breathe, to lessen his scratching. the pace picks up, and keigo focuses on that, releasing soft moans rather than loud cries.
at least, until those same warm hands are back, going for the base of his wings, and keigo screams. his pleasure is skyrocketing, forcing the hero to release dabi's back in favor for his shoulders as he shakes his head. he's drowning fast and hard in this intense heat. it's both too much and not enough. between his legs, he knows he's leaking and wet, his cock hard.]
Y-..you're..fuck you're going..to kill me!
[he babbles out as he tries to rock his hips into dabi's thrust, his wings shuddering and also leaning into the grip at the same time.]
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his thighs quiver at the pleasure that strikes him, and keigo is sure he would be hitting dabi with his wings from the intensity the man was giving him if the positions were changed.
the new angle positions fixes to where his sweet spot is hit, earning a sharp cry and tighter hold to the villain. he can barely hear dabi's own sounds, and he wishes he could shut his mouth to listen to the other man.
he can feel himself squeezing around that shaft that pierces him, and idly, he hopes it's not too much. it's hard to relax or even try to concentrate. however, feeling dabi's hand leave his wings, it gives keigo a chance to breathe, to lessen his scratching. the pace picks up, and keigo focuses on that, releasing soft moans rather than loud cries.
at least, until those same warm hands are back, going for the base of his wings, and keigo screams. his pleasure is skyrocketing, forcing the hero to release dabi's back in favor for his shoulders as he shakes his head. he's drowning fast and hard in this intense heat. it's both too much and not enough. between his legs, he knows he's leaking and wet, his cock hard.]
Y-..you're..fuck you're going..to kill me!
[he babbles out as he tries to rock his hips into dabi's thrust, his wings shuddering and also leaning into the grip at the same time.]