[it's practically hot and cold between them. they can fight and argue, but then they're back like this. keigo can't say he minds, although he could do without the week-long silence they tended to get into.
he selfishly...just wants more. of these moments. of the gentle teasing. of the pet names.
dabi always seems to know how to touch him, how to make the hero turn into putty. in all of keigo's experience with sex, it's never like this. at all. it's one of the reasons why his handlers aren't aware of this relationship between them.
he can feel a curse at his lips from the growing pleasure as dabi is insistent to his touch, grazing the hidden erection that presses impossibly hard to keigo's pants. whether out of embarrassment or trying to grind and get more attention there, the hero squeezes his thighs briefly around dabi's hand, hips rocking up the best they can. he's so hard and needy, so much that he almost misses the question.
keigo nods his head eagerly, forcing his legs back open. he needs it. he needs dabi.]
Please.
[he's able to beg in a quiet voice, coming to move the fingers of his mouth a little lower, just so he can nip at them instead. his eyes are trained on dabi's hand though, oh so close to getting further and touching him the way keigo desires.]
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he selfishly...just wants more. of these moments. of the gentle teasing. of the pet names.
dabi always seems to know how to touch him, how to make the hero turn into putty. in all of keigo's experience with sex, it's never like this. at all. it's one of the reasons why his handlers aren't aware of this relationship between them.
he can feel a curse at his lips from the growing pleasure as dabi is insistent to his touch, grazing the hidden erection that presses impossibly hard to keigo's pants. whether out of embarrassment or trying to grind and get more attention there, the hero squeezes his thighs briefly around dabi's hand, hips rocking up the best they can. he's so hard and needy, so much that he almost misses the question.
keigo nods his head eagerly, forcing his legs back open. he needs it. he needs dabi.]
Please.
[he's able to beg in a quiet voice, coming to move the fingers of his mouth a little lower, just so he can nip at them instead. his eyes are trained on dabi's hand though, oh so close to getting further and touching him the way keigo desires.]