Don't worry, I won't stab you with the scissors, if that's what you're worried about.
[He knows Shigaraki isn't. They... have this sort of trust thing going on, he thinks. He wouldn't let anyone else ever touch him the way Shigaraki does, that's for damn sure. It's like the other man said to him not long ago- he doesn't have to worry, because he's always careful with his touch. And while Dabi is less careful, he knows Shigaraki probably needs a little forcefulness sometimes.
Which is why, even when Shigaraki tries to move out of his hold, Dabi tightens his hand for a moment, sucking on one of the bruises just a bit in retaliation before he lets go, dropping his hand to the other man's chest as he continues kissing.
Nice isn't a word Dabi is used to, much like soft seemed out of place for Shigaraki. He hums against pale skin, then kisses up to his ear.]
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[He knows Shigaraki isn't. They... have this sort of trust thing going on, he thinks. He wouldn't let anyone else ever touch him the way Shigaraki does, that's for damn sure. It's like the other man said to him not long ago- he doesn't have to worry, because he's always careful with his touch. And while Dabi is less careful, he knows Shigaraki probably needs a little forcefulness sometimes.
Which is why, even when Shigaraki tries to move out of his hold, Dabi tightens his hand for a moment, sucking on one of the bruises just a bit in retaliation before he lets go, dropping his hand to the other man's chest as he continues kissing.
Nice isn't a word Dabi is used to, much like soft seemed out of place for Shigaraki. He hums against pale skin, then kisses up to his ear.]
I'm never nice. You're losing your mind.