[ Dabi chuckles at Shigaraki's impatience and the way he's becoming more and more undone with every stroke and every whimper. He can see the pure struggle on his face, but all that really means is that Shigaraki is being overwhelmed with how good this feels, and that's satisfying enough. ]
Yes, sir.
[Dabi leans in close enough to breathe the words against Shigaraki's lips, his wrist twisting as he keeps his long fingers wrapped tight around the other man's cock, stroking him slowly for just that moment, then much faster when his hips come rocking up against his hand.
He dips his head down and licks a line from Shigaraki's ear to his collarbone, then bites. It's a hard bite, breaking skin, and he grinds down against him at the same time, adding that much more pressure to what his hand is already doing. ]
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Yes, sir.
[Dabi leans in close enough to breathe the words against Shigaraki's lips, his wrist twisting as he keeps his long fingers wrapped tight around the other man's cock, stroking him slowly for just that moment, then much faster when his hips come rocking up against his hand.
He dips his head down and licks a line from Shigaraki's ear to his collarbone, then bites. It's a hard bite, breaking skin, and he grinds down against him at the same time, adding that much more pressure to what his hand is already doing. ]