[tears can only wet their way down his cheeks as dabi hand comes to cup his face. briefly, his eyes close, more tears leaking before he reopens the golden irises. keigo doesn’t trust his voice, so he nods his head, understanding that apologizing was useless right here and now.
he tries his hardest to focus on dabi, but it’s so hard. he’s never felt this much fear before. there’s been bouts of it, scared as a child naturally, but never anything this fearful. the only thing close to something like this was when he was forced to betray his lover.
somewhere, he half-listens to the exchange between father and son. he hates this so much. there’s only one who should see him like this, should be the one to touch and kiss and fuck him. and keigo misses it something fierce. he just wants to go back to that time, of warm hands and sensitive feathers.
dabi rocking his hips up quickly gets that ache to grow, his cock painfully hard between his legs. wet eyes return to his lover as he pleads to him, and keigo can only cry more, but give a nod of his head in acceptance. it’s enough for endeavor to release his neck, and keigo quickly scrambles closer to dabi. he wraps his arms around the familiar body, burying his face into dabi’s collarbone.]
It feels..weird. I’m really hot.
[he whispers, hopefully too quiet for endeavor to hear. he only wants dabi to know. in a way, the only person he can trust in his life right now is the same one he betrayed.
endeavor can hear, but doesn’t say anything. he busies himself by taking dabi’s inner thighs and spreading them wider. easily, he presses comfortably between them, so close that his broad chest rubs against keigo’s back. he doesn’t miss the shiver there either, but it’s far from where his focus is. hard, bulbous tip of his dick rubs wet and slick lube at the hole he prepped. he teasingly comes to press just barely inside and out, repeating the motion over and over.]
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he tries his hardest to focus on dabi, but it’s so hard. he’s never felt this much fear before. there’s been bouts of it, scared as a child naturally, but never anything this fearful. the only thing close to something like this was when he was forced to betray his lover.
somewhere, he half-listens to the exchange between father and son. he hates this so much. there’s only one who should see him like this, should be the one to touch and kiss and fuck him. and keigo misses it something fierce. he just wants to go back to that time, of warm hands and sensitive feathers.
dabi rocking his hips up quickly gets that ache to grow, his cock painfully hard between his legs. wet eyes return to his lover as he pleads to him, and keigo can only cry more, but give a nod of his head in acceptance. it’s enough for endeavor to release his neck, and keigo quickly scrambles closer to dabi. he wraps his arms around the familiar body, burying his face into dabi’s collarbone.]
It feels..weird. I’m really hot.
[he whispers, hopefully too quiet for endeavor to hear. he only wants dabi to know. in a way, the only person he can trust in his life right now is the same one he betrayed.
endeavor can hear, but doesn’t say anything. he busies himself by taking dabi’s inner thighs and spreading them wider. easily, he presses comfortably between them, so close that his broad chest rubs against keigo’s back. he doesn’t miss the shiver there either, but it’s far from where his focus is. hard, bulbous tip of his dick rubs wet and slick lube at the hole he prepped. he teasingly comes to press just barely inside and out, repeating the motion over and over.]