[keigo finds himself sighing quietly, more relaxed than he ever has been, he realizes. in front of a villain, nonetheless. but, despite that, he does trust dabi to an extent. probably trusts him a hell of a lot more than those he should trust.
the thought almost gets a smile at his lips.
it's back to being serene again. he can feel the slide of hands roaming up his sides, those hot fingers even inching further around him, like they should do more often-
the question breaks the pleasant atmosphere suddenly. keigo blinks briefly, trying to recollect his thoughts before he realizes he needs to be the one who removes his shirt. honestly, one day he really should teach dabi how to do it. although...why would the villain need to learn it? as much as keigo misses their intimacy, he understands they can't return to it.]
Sure, hold on.
[the hero finally answers, even managing to toss a smile over his shoulder before he reaches down to the edge of his shirt. it's wet and tight against his tanned skin, a little bit harder to pull up. in fact, far too hard with the wet feathers in the way.
resisting the sight at his lips, keigo shreds his damp feathers, littering them to the floor and dabi's lap before he inches up the shirt. and, to avoid the dusty floor, he uses a few of those feathers to hang his shirt to the wall, careful of the cobwebs he spots.
the weight-loss is nice on his back though, so keigo sends a majority of his feathers to the wall, to allow them to dry on their own, while a few come to return to the base of his wings. they're small, barely flutter. however, they can provide as a close weapon for the hero, should he need it.]
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the thought almost gets a smile at his lips.
it's back to being serene again. he can feel the slide of hands roaming up his sides, those hot fingers even inching further around him, like they should do more often-
the question breaks the pleasant atmosphere suddenly. keigo blinks briefly, trying to recollect his thoughts before he realizes he needs to be the one who removes his shirt. honestly, one day he really should teach dabi how to do it. although...why would the villain need to learn it? as much as keigo misses their intimacy, he understands they can't return to it.]
Sure, hold on.
[the hero finally answers, even managing to toss a smile over his shoulder before he reaches down to the edge of his shirt. it's wet and tight against his tanned skin, a little bit harder to pull up. in fact, far too hard with the wet feathers in the way.
resisting the sight at his lips, keigo shreds his damp feathers, littering them to the floor and dabi's lap before he inches up the shirt. and, to avoid the dusty floor, he uses a few of those feathers to hang his shirt to the wall, careful of the cobwebs he spots.
the weight-loss is nice on his back though, so keigo sends a majority of his feathers to the wall, to allow them to dry on their own, while a few come to return to the base of his wings. they're small, barely flutter. however, they can provide as a close weapon for the hero, should he need it.]
That's a lot better. They were killing my back.