[a part of keigo is a little nervous that dabi would leave immediately, now that they've finished. and he knows he shouldn't get so wrapped up in all of this. but, he tells himself, he's not. he just likes the warmth of dabi's body against him after such a damn intense fucking.
the trail of kisses almost catches him off guard that keigo feels his wings tremble and a soft moan slip out of his mouth. the lips are trailing up, and keigo is sure he stops breathing as warmth settles in on his chest and stomach. then, to his amusement and enjoyment, lips come over his and keigo greedily returns it, just as lull and slow.
it has to be one of their laziest kisses, without the bite of growing passion and fierceness. and, the longer they kiss, the more keigo believes he could very well get used to something like this. as he drags a tongue over dabi's bottom lip, keigo comes to caress the dark hair, fingers massaging against the villain's scalp.]
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the trail of kisses almost catches him off guard that keigo feels his wings tremble and a soft moan slip out of his mouth. the lips are trailing up, and keigo is sure he stops breathing as warmth settles in on his chest and stomach. then, to his amusement and enjoyment, lips come over his and keigo greedily returns it, just as lull and slow.
it has to be one of their laziest kisses, without the bite of growing passion and fierceness. and, the longer they kiss, the more keigo believes he could very well get used to something like this. as he drags a tongue over dabi's bottom lip, keigo comes to caress the dark hair, fingers massaging against the villain's scalp.]