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Unfortunately they do know my face.

[Well, the signature hand on his face look anyways. But he is cooped up and the only time he really gets to go out is under the guise of a hoodie. Which isn't much of a guise to begin with.]

That's what you think. You've grown on me, Dabi.

Sort of. You could cut your hair and change your look.

[he's kidding, of course. But it would be nice if Shigaraki wasn't so damn scared and hung up about going out and being noticed. Dabi wants to go out. With Shigaraki. It surprises him too, really, but he wants it.

He knocks the drink back, setting the glass down between their legs. Well this is definitely interesting.]

Have I? In what way?

Cutting your hair and putting on a pair of sunglasses doesn't work like it does in the movies, Dabi.

[It's not like he doesn't want to go out. It's just a hassle and wouldn't take much for a concerned citizen who remembers his face from the Hosu incidents to call the heroes. Again, this is assuming they even know what he looks like without the hand on his face.

But ah. How has Dabi grown on him? Shigaraki could explain that he likes spending time with the other or wants to be around the other more. But that's hard. Instead he settles for;]

I tolerate you more.

You could disintegrate them in seconds. Who cares? Besides, they've never actually seen your face.

[It's not as much of a hassle as Shigaraki thinks it is. Dabi wouldn't do that to him. He'd take special care in where they go and who they see. He's good at shit like that and Shigaraki knows it. He should trust him.

Shigaraki's answer is good enough. It's not deep and it still leaves room for a lot.]

Well if that's all it takes....

[Dabi snorts softly, swaying forward a bit, until his hand curls around the back of Shigaraki's neck and he pulls the other man closer.]

Us. Right. You mean this.

I think you just want to cut off my hair, Dabi.

[Seems like an obsession to him anyways. This isn't the first time Dabi's prattled on about a haircut... maybe he does need one? It's getting awfully long.

Shigaraki narrows his eyes when Dabi grabs the back of his neck and pulls him even closer. He reaches for the glass again.]

What else could I have meant?

Because it's fucking annoying. Don't get me wrong, I like something to grab onto, but I don't like the hand on your face and I don't like your hair covering it up either.

[Which he knows is why Shigaraki doesn't mind it long. It covers up his face. The thing is, Dabi doesn't mind that face so much anymore.]

I don't fucking know. Not used to you being all sentimental and shit.

[Dabi keeps them close, then before Shigaraki can move the glass to his lips, Dabi presses his lips there instead. It's slow, but possessive, lingering warmth until he lets go.]

I don't actually know.

[He doesn't respond to the hair comment. The only way he'd cut it is if it gets any longer... which honestly should be now. But he doesn't trust Dabi to just give him an impossibly short haircut, one that'll force him out of the turtle shell.]

Heh... You don't know? [Shigaraki allows the kiss to happen before bringing the glass up to his lips. He drinks the rest of it and then pushes forward for another kiss. While locked in with another kiss, he slowly sets the glass down on the floor so it's out of the way.]

I...

[ Dabi starts, but he has no idea what to say, and then he really doesn't have to think much on it as Shigaraki pushes forward into another kiss, making him feel warm all over. With the glass out of the way, Dabi lets his fingers slide up the other man's chest, up along his neck and just rests his fingers there as if to feel out a pulse.

He doesn't know, he really doesn't. Half the time he just doesn't get what any of this is, even though he's right in the middle of it. ]

[His heart is racing fast and it doesn't help that the alcohol feels ten times warmer thanks to Dabi's naturally warm body. It's not a nervous or anxious kind of beating either but one of excitement.

Shigaraki doesn't know what to call this either. He barely knows how to react half the time. All he knows is that he enjoys whatever this is. It helps calm him down and has even given him better coping mechanisms. If this could be called one.

He leans in closer, and then pulls away so that their lips are just barely ghosting.]

Let me sit on your lap.

[ Dabi can feel Shigaraki's pulse racing under his fingers and he's honestly not sure if his is any different. It starts beating even harder at Shigaraki's request and he knows he should probably say no, but the alcohol is swirling in his system and it doesn't sound like such a bad idea right now.

Maybe this is the best time to do it. Maybe it won't bother him as much. Maybe he'll actually like it, so he nods his head, reaching out to grab at Shigaraki's sleeve so he can tug him closer. ]

Just don't try anything stupid.

[He smiles, shifting on the couch so that he's on his knees. Slowly, he swings one leg over Dabi's lap so that he's straddling the other. Once he's comfortable on his knees, he lowers himself down onto Dabi's lap and leans forward a little.]

Good?

[If it's good, he's leaning even closer for a kiss. For now, he keeps his hands to himself. He's learned that if Dabi doesn't feel trapped by his touches then, they get to enjoy these moments a little bit longer.]

[ Dabi hesitates, waiting to see what Shigaraki will do, staying still as the other man lowers himself down into his lap. Everything around him feels buzzy and warm, but Shigaraki on his lap feels a little scratchy. He knows that'll probably fade as well, so he waits. ]

Yeah. It's fine.

[he's too tense to kiss back for moment, but the more Shigaraki distracts him with it, the more Dabi settled down. He puts his hands on Shigaraki's thighs, raking his nails up and down them as he kisses back. ]

[This kiss is different from the other ones they've shared somehow. At first Shigaraki thinks it might be the alcohol. They're both buzzed. Well. Dabi is anyways, Shigaraki is pretty sure he drank far too fast to keep up with the other man. But it's not the alcohol that makes this kiss different. It makes it slower and sloppier for sure.

He can't quite put his finger on why this is different until it hits him; it's intimate. Shigaraki is so much closer than he's ever been and Dabi hasn't shoved him away. In fact, the hands on his thighs are encouraging if any. Taking this encouragement, he carefully places one hand on Dabi's shoulder and let's out a moan into the kiss on purpose. Hopefully Dabi won't reject the touch on his shoulder either.]

[ Dabi is blaming it entirely on the alcohol. He has to, or he'll think too hard about it and then it'll be even more uncomfortable than it is. Either way, the whole us thing is still in the back of his head. It's not like he wasn't thinking it too, he just didn't say it out loud.

He's trying to distract himself from the way Shigaraki feels on his lap, but he realizes he doesn't want to. His hands are already traveling up the other man's legs and he's already deep in this kiss, what more could... oh. Well now there's a hand on his shoulder and this is probably the closest he's ever willingly let Shigaraki get to him while kissing him.

It's far too gentle, it makes him squirm, and he wants to push the other man back and climb on top of him, let him know who's in control, but he forces himself to stay. It's really fine, as long they keep kissing. ]

[He grinds into Dabi's lap. The first time it's an accident. The second time? Purely intentional because the accidental one felt... nice? His mind feels hazy from the alcohol and the slowed kissing becomes boring for him. He nips at the other's lip, pulling on the skin as he wriggles on top of Dabi's lap, getting a little bit more aggressive as the time went on.

He can't help it that Dabi's hands feel encouraging to him.]

[ Dabi's hands tighten on Shigaraki's thighs when he starts grinding into his lap. It's a warning at first, but he can feel himself getting hard the more he moves, and he wants to press on. He doesn't want to run away from this like he always has the urge to do.

He wants Shigaraki to bite harder so he does it first, nipping back with more teeth and pull, but when the other starts grinding down harder, Dabi gasps, pulling back a bit. He doesn't know whether to tell him to speed up or slow down- all he knows is his heart is still beating hard in his chest. ]

[Shigaraki can feel both of them getting hard from the grinding, so when he bites down hard on Dabi's lip- he presses both of their growing erections into each other. Then, slowly, he eases up on both the bite and the grinding. His hips move slowly now as he focuses his attention on using more teeth and tongue on Dabi's lips.

He doesn't know what he's doing honestly. This felt like a good way to get Dabi to let him be closer and it was. Dabi hadn't pushed him away yet. But now he didn't know what to do in this position except to follow after his own growing urge.]

[ Shigaraki decides the speed for them, biting him harder and grinding slower. It's a combination Dabi thinks he can live with, even if it does feel more intimate- he tries not to think of it that way. When it's too soft, he has nothing to focus on but the softness and he's pretty sure that's what bothers him the most, but that isn't the case with what Shigaraki is doing. It's a balanced combination, even if the kisses are sloppier.

He knows that Shigaraki is clueless, and maybe that also helps, because Dabi knows that what the other man really needs is for him to be in control, and he can take it back any time he wants to. There was only one time that Shigaraki held him down and after that, he's always asked. It gives Dabi something to trust, even if he tells himself he should be careful with it.

So with that trust, Dabi reaches into Shigaraki's pants, brushing his fingers along his shaft- just teasing at first, to see how Shigaraki will react and how much harder he'll try grinding again. ]

[He breathes hard into the kiss, slipping a little in his slow grind as he leans into the warmth of Dabi's hand. His hips instinctively grind down harder and for a brief moment he loses any sense of rhythm or momentum to what he's doing. It doesn't make sense, or maybe he just can't think straight. But it's alright, Dabi's getting what he wants- the hard grind of Shigaraki's hips.

Everything's sloppy but that's the point. They didn't come here to drink and be precise- they came here to unwind and let go of those precision.

Shigaraki breathes harder into the kiss, pulling away briefly to catch his breath. There's a trail of saliva connecting their lips and when it breaks, leaking down Shigaraki's neck, he moves in again. He accidentally misses this kiss, clipping his teeth into Dabi's teeth but he just grumbles and corrects himself. Licking at Dabi's teeth as he tried to swallow the other's tongue.

His other hand touches Dabi's chest and he moans lowly as his hips roll forward.]

[ This is definitely unwinding in a way Dabi didn't think he'd ever do. Whether it's the drinks, or just Shigaraki, maybe a combination of both- he doesn't feel horrible and he feels a lot less itchy. Shigaraki would get a kick out of that, he's sure.

It's how desperate Shigaraki is that always gets to him, makes him want to go one step further, give up a little more of this disgust of being touched. There's very little about this that feels disgusting, even though they're horribly out of synch at the moment and Shigaraki is turning into a mess in his lap.

Maybe Dabi has to let himself just be a damn mess, too.

He grunts when the other man's teeth clatter into his, but then he's fully into it too, the wet sound of their kisses and groans filling the room as he leans into Shigaraki, pushing him back a little, but not off of his lap. Instead, he's grinding up against the other man, his hand moving faster around his cock. When Shigaraki's hand is far too gentle on his chest, Dabi lets out a low growl into the kiss and pulls back enough to speak against his lips. ]

Harder. Don't make me shove you off.

[Using the hand on Dabi's chest, he shoves the other backwards into the couch. He then slides the hand up the other man's shirt, clawing at the skin underneath. It's not harsh, thanks to the gloves, but it's still rough. The only exposed finger trails along the edge of scarred skin and flesh until he brushes over Dabi's nipple. He grabs the small bud and tries his best to be more rough and forceful.

But it's hard to multitask. He tries to go back to kissing; it's even lazier than before. To the point where he's just opening his mouth to moan hotly into Dabi's mouth.

The hand on Dabi's shoulder grips the other tightly as he drives his hips down harder against Dabi, nearly thrusting into the other's hands. He squirms, trying to pull away because this is becoming too overwhelming for his drunken mind.]

Stop. [Shigaraki hisses, trying to bat away Dabi's hand around his cock.]

[ When he gets shoved back so suddenly, his sane mind is screaming for him to push Shigaraki off, but his drunk brain won't let up and he grips Shigaraki's cock tighter, stroking him harder as that rough hand slides up his chest.

Still, he lets out a whine, probably unlike any sound he's ever let out of his mouth before, squirming under the touch. Maybe trying to squirm away a little, but that rough twist of his nipple has him arching up, gasping into Shigaraki's open mouth kisses, or breathing, whatever the fuck they're even doing right now.

It's too much, and he feels overwhelmed, his head swimming and his body aching. He grabs at the hand on his chest just as Shigaraki tells him to stop, and then everything slows down. He does stop, pulling his hand out of Shigaraki's pants, along with gripping the other man's wrist to keep him from touching him anymore. ]

It's too much.

It's too fast.

[He doesn't move off of Dabi completely but his movements are stopped. Shigaraki sits there ontop of Dabi's lap, panting at the sudden emptiness around his cock. He's keenly aware just how fucking turned on he is but everything is just sluggish.]

Don't touch me just- [He grunts, god his erection is actually painful.] Get yours out. Please.

[ At least... they're in agreement.

He's panting a lot heavier than he thought he was as well, as he tries to shake the haze out of his brain, but it feels stuck there. This is what they wanted though, isn't it? At least they're trying.

Dabi lets go of Shigaraki's wrist, trusting that he'll keep it away for now. He isn't pushing the other man off his lap, as long as they slow down. Please isn't a thing he's heard in a little while, so it gets him moving again and he watches Shigaraki as he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out. He's achingly hard, but he still feels strange all over. At least it isn't intense disgust, so he tries to stick with the feelings he's got and roll with them.

He starts stroking himself slowly, watching and waiting to see what Shigaraki is going to do. ]

Go slow.

[He gives himself another minute to breathe, watching Dabi stroke his own cock. With just a little hesitation he moves to his own cock as well, and tries to match Dabi's movements. It's not as pleasant or comfortable as Dabi's hand with his gloves. But he doesn't care. All his attention is focused on mirroring Dabi's strokes and when he feels like he's able to match pace, he moves his other hand to grab the couch for balance.

All movement has ceased to exist for this moment as they both stroke themselves off with Shigaraki still on top of Dabi.

His panting picks back up, and he bites his bottom lip hard to stop himself from thrusting his hips a little.]