[it’s completely unfair how attractive dabi is, with his white shirt that clings to his body, steam beginning to take shape as the villain obviously heats himself up. fuck. keigo can’t decide if he’d rather dabi stay wet or keep going.
he fondly remembers the thin waist, attractive and sharp hipbones, scarred and slim flesh. he also remembers the red lines he left over the villain’s back, against unmarred skin, after dabi was done with him.
no. he needs to focus.
swallowing, he looks up at dabi patiently, hoping the villain would give him what he wanted.
and, to his relief, dabi does, coming to place those familiar hands on the hero’s arms. keigo can’t help but hum at the warmth, and practically instinctively, he comes in closer, to get more heat on him.]
Thank you.
[he says gratefully, smile to his lips.]
Can I..hold you?
[dabi is this walking heater and keigo wants nothing more than to cling like a cat to sunlight.
and, maybe a small part of him does miss their previously close relationship. immensely.]
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he fondly remembers the thin waist, attractive and sharp hipbones, scarred and slim flesh. he also remembers the red lines he left over the villain’s back, against unmarred skin, after dabi was done with him.
no. he needs to focus.
swallowing, he looks up at dabi patiently, hoping the villain would give him what he wanted.
and, to his relief, dabi does, coming to place those familiar hands on the hero’s arms. keigo can’t help but hum at the warmth, and practically instinctively, he comes in closer, to get more heat on him.]
Thank you.
[he says gratefully, smile to his lips.]
Can I..hold you?
[dabi is this walking heater and keigo wants nothing more than to cling like a cat to sunlight.
and, maybe a small part of him does miss their previously close relationship. immensely.]