[he offers, and that's probably crossing some sort of line again. Not that it seems to matter anymore, they're crossing lines all over the place. It's not like they can get anyone else to do it for them. Dabi doesn't get his hair like this by magic, he does it himself.]
You're bitching. Come here.
[Dabi says, but he's the one who ends up moving closer, sliding his fingers up along the other man's neck, pushing his fingers out of the way. He leans in and nips at one of them, before running his tongue along it.]
It's not even that bad. I know you like them, you can't stop touching them.
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[he offers, and that's probably crossing some sort of line again. Not that it seems to matter anymore, they're crossing lines all over the place. It's not like they can get anyone else to do it for them. Dabi doesn't get his hair like this by magic, he does it himself.]
You're bitching. Come here.
[Dabi says, but he's the one who ends up moving closer, sliding his fingers up along the other man's neck, pushing his fingers out of the way. He leans in and nips at one of them, before running his tongue along it.]
It's not even that bad. I know you like them, you can't stop touching them.