[this is the absolute definition of a nightmare. and he’s not here alone within it. dabi is the one suffering the most, and all keigo can do is cry.
it makes him ill that his body is like this, hard and needy for attention. but if he pretends, he can maybe only focus on dabi and their old intimacy. that endeavor isn’t behind them, isn’t torturing his eldest son who keigo should have protected.
why? why didn’t he notice? why was no one here to save dabi? no one deserved this sort of torture.
a small moan escapes when dabi’s hips move up. he can feel it pressing so deep, the familiar cock of his lover always knowing his exact sweet spot. dabi is all around him, arms wrapped tight and protective. keigo sniffles but breathes in the scent of his old lover, moving to caress a hand through dabi’s hair.]
Okay..okay, Dabi.
[he whispers, feeling vague memories sort of come to mind. they really have been at this for a long time. swallowing, keigo can feel the hint of an anxiety attack as endeavor is behind him much too close.
he tries to nod his head as, even now, dabi continues to calm him down. tears bite the corner of his eyes, but he tries to rock his hips, trying to ride dabi like requested of him
endeavor teases that hole until he notes keigo beginning to move. so, as the fallen hero slides his body back down, endeavor presses his cock into the wet ring of muscle. purposely, he’s slow, but unforgiving too. he doesn’t stop until he’s fully buried within touya, where he comes to rest, hot hands braces on his son’s thighs.
tight as always, endeavor thinks pleasantly. he rocks after a few minutes, only barely taking his hard dick from touya’s inner heat. it’s after a few rolls of his hips that he pulls the pulsing shaft almost out and thrusts it back in deeply. the force of it all even bounces the fallen hero, who can’t help but cry out from the pressure.]
I..I..I can feel..it.
[keigo whispers brokenly. this really was the worst.]
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it makes him ill that his body is like this, hard and needy for attention. but if he pretends, he can maybe only focus on dabi and their old intimacy. that endeavor isn’t behind them, isn’t torturing his eldest son who keigo should have protected.
why? why didn’t he notice? why was no one here to save dabi? no one deserved this sort of torture.
a small moan escapes when dabi’s hips move up. he can feel it pressing so deep, the familiar cock of his lover always knowing his exact sweet spot. dabi is all around him, arms wrapped tight and protective. keigo sniffles but breathes in the scent of his old lover, moving to caress a hand through dabi’s hair.]
Okay..okay, Dabi.
[he whispers, feeling vague memories sort of come to mind. they really have been at this for a long time. swallowing, keigo can feel the hint of an anxiety attack as endeavor is behind him much too close.
he tries to nod his head as, even now, dabi continues to calm him down. tears bite the corner of his eyes, but he tries to rock his hips, trying to ride dabi like requested of him
endeavor teases that hole until he notes keigo beginning to move. so, as the fallen hero slides his body back down, endeavor presses his cock into the wet ring of muscle. purposely, he’s slow, but unforgiving too. he doesn’t stop until he’s fully buried within touya, where he comes to rest, hot hands braces on his son’s thighs.
tight as always, endeavor thinks pleasantly. he rocks after a few minutes, only barely taking his hard dick from touya’s inner heat. it’s after a few rolls of his hips that he pulls the pulsing shaft almost out and thrusts it back in deeply. the force of it all even bounces the fallen hero, who can’t help but cry out from the pressure.]
I..I..I can feel..it.
[keigo whispers brokenly. this really was the worst.]