[ dabi believes that he was born and bred to not love. he has believed it for a very long time. of course he didn't need love of kindness. why would he? when he first started up with keigo he held on tight to that thought and then little by those intrusive thoughts started to fade a bit. maybe he was worth something after all. maybe he deserved a little kindness.
maybe he was meant to love.
of course that all fell apart with keigo's betrayal, and then once he was caught and tossed back here, it was all pounded back into him again. he wasn't good for anything but being used. he knows he's nothing but trash. he wasn't meant to love or be loved. he feels that very deeply now, even with keigo looking at him like this. he knows it's only the drugs.
but he did feel something with keigo and as much as he thought that died out all these months, it's all right back here staring him in the face and he doesn't want to let go of it. not now, not when they're being forced on each other like this. if he thinks of it badly, he'll fall apart.
when keigo's lips are on his own, hands sliding up his arms, dabi leans up into it, kissing keigo hard, devouring him with all he's got. he keeps fucking keigo just like his former lover begs him to, using this as much as he can to ignore the fingers slamming into him.
it hurts- it always hurts- but he has these kisses he's missed so terribly once again, and he's desperate to drown everything else out with them. ]
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maybe he was meant to love.
of course that all fell apart with keigo's betrayal, and then once he was caught and tossed back here, it was all pounded back into him again. he wasn't good for anything but being used. he knows he's nothing but trash. he wasn't meant to love or be loved. he feels that very deeply now, even with keigo looking at him like this. he knows it's only the drugs.
but he did feel something with keigo and as much as he thought that died out all these months, it's all right back here staring him in the face and he doesn't want to let go of it. not now, not when they're being forced on each other like this. if he thinks of it badly, he'll fall apart.
when keigo's lips are on his own, hands sliding up his arms, dabi leans up into it, kissing keigo hard, devouring him with all he's got. he keeps fucking keigo just like his former lover begs him to, using this as much as he can to ignore the fingers slamming into him.
it hurts- it always hurts- but he has these kisses he's missed so terribly once again, and he's desperate to drown everything else out with them. ]