[ he can't even imagine escaping anymore. he's too far gone in this. keigo was his last hope, and now he's stuck in this nightmare too. dabi was selfish to contact him, to try and find a moment of comfort with someone he should have let go of.
endeavor's thrusts are so relentless, it takes everything inside of dabi not to try to scramble away from the pain. he knows that if his father even gets a hint of him trying to move away, he'll take keigo instead. the older man won't be so lenient twice. so he lays there and takes it, his exhaustion making him start to give in to the thrusts and the way they push him deep into keigo. he can feel the way his lover clenches around him now in a way that means it feels good. at least something about this feels good to someone... though he knows deep down that isn't the case either. ]
I remember. I remember everything. I don't want this to be like that.
[he pleads, though he's not even sure if half those words come out, because his father starts thrusting into him so hard that bloody tears drip from his scars again, and his back arches to try and accommodate for that large, terrifying cock trying to rip through him.]
Oh god, please... please s-st...
[he bites back the words with a cry. he doesn't want this to stop. he can't let it stop because then his father with use keigo instead. he feels dizzy with the force of it all, but he hears keigo's voice through it all, and even though the last thing he wants is to have to look at his father and keigo together like this, he has to. his tired gaze finds pained golden ones and he reaches out, trying to grab at keigo's hands. he misses a few times, but then he manages to finally grab onto them, even though his grip is so weak.]
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Date: 2021-04-01 01:09 am (UTC)endeavor's thrusts are so relentless, it takes everything inside of dabi not to try to scramble away from the pain. he knows that if his father even gets a hint of him trying to move away, he'll take keigo instead. the older man won't be so lenient twice. so he lays there and takes it, his exhaustion making him start to give in to the thrusts and the way they push him deep into keigo. he can feel the way his lover clenches around him now in a way that means it feels good. at least something about this feels good to someone... though he knows deep down that isn't the case either. ]
I remember. I remember everything. I don't want this to be like that.
[he pleads, though he's not even sure if half those words come out, because his father starts thrusting into him so hard that bloody tears drip from his scars again, and his back arches to try and accommodate for that large, terrifying cock trying to rip through him.]
Oh god, please... please s-st...
[he bites back the words with a cry. he doesn't want this to stop. he can't let it stop because then his father with use keigo instead. he feels dizzy with the force of it all, but he hears keigo's voice through it all, and even though the last thing he wants is to have to look at his father and keigo together like this, he has to. his tired gaze finds pained golden ones and he reaches out, trying to grab at keigo's hands. he misses a few times, but then he manages to finally grab onto them, even though his grip is so weak.]
Keigo...