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[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.]

[ This... is better. It's good, because Shigaraki is still on top of him and he can stand it to the point where they don't really have to stop.

He keeps stroking himself, watching as Shigaraki does the same and it's calming to have him mimic his movements as closely as possible. It's like breathing in and out together, but in their own kind of way. He tightens his grip when he gets to the head of his cock, rubbing his thumb across the tip, dragging back and forth before bringing his hand back down again and stroking a little faster.

He watches all of Shigaraki's reactions toward his movements as they play out, his own breathing becoming slightly labored as well, the closer he gets. ]

[Shigaraki tries to keep pace with Dabi and visibly struggles to. He lets out a frustrated whine, one that would usually signal an incoming tantrum. Instead of getting upset that he can't mimic Dabi movement for movement, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back. His hand moves faster than Dabi's- skipping a few attentive steps on his cock. Instead of rubbing his thumb across the tip, he grips the head on the downstroke.

It's not quite what Dabi's doing but it's close enough that he gets the hang of it and is able to nearly mirror Dabi.

He moans low, eyes finally opening as he stares straight into Dabi's blue eyes. Everything still feels like it's moving faster than he wants to but between the alcohol and the pleasure- he's given up on making sense of this.]

[ Dabi doesn't mind that Shigaraki closes his eyes for a while, because it gives him time to regroup as well, especially with the alcohol settling heavily into his system.

He keeps his strokes the same, watching and waiting as Shigaraki figures them out for his own, making himself feel good. Just watching is turning him on- the way the two of them are close like this, without any of the discomfort either of them might feel.

When Shigaraki's eyes open to look at him, Dabi bites at his lip and lets out a moan, sliding his legs up so his thighs press against the other man's back. ]

I'm close.

[He warns, because they're in this together, and he wants them to come together. ]

[He starts to breathe harder, jerking faster now. Shigaraki's close too and he wants to come with Dabi- to make a mess of Dabi's lap together. Surprisingly he's a lot quieter like this. Not because it doesn't feel good but the alcohol seems to really impact how he's reacting and behaving here.

He's no longer trying to keep up with Dabi and instead is trying his best to come now. He rocks his hips a little into Dabi's lap, mouth moving in a silent incomprehensible sentence. Only the stuttered sounds of his breath and the sudden stillness of his body signal how close he is.]

Dabi.

[He falters forward as he comes hard, catching himself on the couch just barely as he aims his load at Dabi's cock. Who can say if this was intentional or not, it's hard to tell with Shigaraki sometime but he's moaning loud for Dabi.]

Dabi. I- [His mind feels white hot, and his cock is throbbing painfully from release.

Shigaraki leans forward, licking at Dabi's scarred lip for another kiss. He does it without thinking, moving their bodies closer together so that his own cock was touching Dabi's.]

[ Dabi doesn't know if he likes how much quieter Shigaraki is like this, but in this moment he doesn't really mind just listening to the sound of their breathing and the small grunts that escape him when he strokes himself harder.

Dabi finds himself rocking his hips up against Shigaraki's as well- not too hard, not to fast, but just enough to feel that pressure. He's so close. So damn close. All he needs is that one push, and when Shigaraki says his name, spilling into him, Dabi loses all composure as well.

Shigaraki is so loud it'll be a fucking wonder if none of the rest of their league figure out what's going on here, but Dabi has never given a single shit about that, and it only makes this whole thing more enjoyable as he moans, listening to Shigaraki go on and on as he comes.

Dabi's insides are tingling, his mind is hazy and all he wants to do is lean up into that kiss, his body tensing and relaxing as Shigaraki pretty much lays on top of him. The feel of the other man's cock against his sends a jolt through him and he reaches up to grab at Shigaraki's hair, pulling him into a deeper kiss. ]

[He can feel the pulse of Dabi's cock against his own. Like two beating hearts trying to synchronize. Just the contact alone is electrifying, especially with how hot both cocks are and how slick they were from spilled come. It's an entirely different experience for Shigaraki that makes him moan loudly into the kiss, and lean heavily into Dabi's body.

He's not doing it on purpose, the closeness that is. His alcohol addled mind doesn't even consider that Dabi could shove him off as his only focus now is to chase after that primal instinct. He wants more even after the fact that they'd both finished and his body was tingling with pleasure.

Shigaraki let's Dabi pull his hair, squirming on top his lap to kiss deeper. His breathing is all over the place; hard, erratic, quick, short and long. His eyes close again as he presses harder into the kiss with another loud moan. Someone walking by Dabi's room is definitely hearing something going on inside.]

[ Shigaraki is suddenly closer, and Dabi's own hips are rocking up to press their cocks closer together, his body clearly wanting more than he usually lets himself go for. He's blissed out from his orgasm, but he's starting to feel uncomfortable even despite that. Still, he doesn't stop or push Shigaraki away. He really doesn't want to.

He lets out a whimpering moan into their kiss, his free hand gripping Shigaraki's hip so tightly as if he might push or pull, but all he does is hold on.

Dabi can feel his toes curl against the couch, every breath getting lost against Shigaraki's mouth until he starts feeling dizzy with it all. He has to break away from the kiss, dropping his head back to gulp in some air, his hands heating up as a burning, fiery sensation moves through his body.

He doesn't want to tell Shigaraki to stop, but he feels like he might burst into flames, so he grabs the other man's shoulder and tries to push him back a little, gasping. ]

Stop. Tomura, stop.

[Saying his name, Tomura and not Shigaraki, gets him to snap out of this haze. He's still not able to think clearly but somehow he's stopped and he's pulling back from Dabi. It also helps that Dabi's pushing him a little as it guides his movement backwards and gives him the space to breathe and think with his brain. (Not his dick.)

Shigaraki tries to sit backwards, nearly falling off of Dabi in the process. He's not trying to move too far away just enough so that he can breathe again. Wants space so that he's not so exposed.

Shigaraki doesn't say anything, just breathes hard and stares at Dabi.]

[ Dabi would have shoved Shigaraki off completely if he hadn't moved right when he did. Even so, he's pulling back, squirming away from the other man so he can sit up. He doesn't have time to tuck himself away or clean the mess up from between his legs before he's wrapping his arms around himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he groans, feeling his flames want to rise to the surface.

He gasps, digging his fingers into his scarred flesh, trying to control it with pain, with something so he doesn't end up lighting this whole place up with his flames. He practically tumbles off the couch as he tries to move away from Shigaraki and sits curled up in the middle of the floor, bringing his legs up to his chest, gripping his hair hard.

Dabi remembers how many times this used to happen, and how much it used to hurt, but none of that mattered because he was a goddamn Todoroki and nothing else was more important than that. He's pretty sure he can already smell his skin burning, and it's so sickening, every inch of him hurts so much. ]

[Even with the haze, Shigaraki knows something's wrong. Whatever's going on- it isn't good. He recognizes the signs of what Dabi's doing. He's done it before too. Many times. That's why there's that scratching with him, it helps to keep him grounded and focused in the now rather than the past.]

Dabi.

[He says clearly. Trying to keep him grounded and remind him of who he is. Where he is.

Shigaraki makes no movement to reach out to the other- he's drunk but not stupid. Plus he can feel the radiant heat coming off from Dabi. This could be bad if he doesn't try to help the other manage this now.]

You're alright, Dabi. You're with me. Tomura, remember? [A pause.] And you're Dabi.

[ He's concentrating so hard on not bursting into flames that everything in the present feels far too distant, and there's just so much of the past sneaking in that he wants to shove away, but it feels overwhelming. He wasn't good enough back then, he could barely stop the flames.

Dabi, he hears, over the beating pulse in his ears. It's who he is, who he wants to be. He just needs to stop these flames and then he can get back to his own life.

What he needs is pain. Something stronger than the burning of his skin, and when he looks up at the second name that's uttered, he sees Shigaraki there. He wants to reach out to him, but he doesn't dare move. ]

Help me.

[It comes out more pathetic than he ever thought he could sound- like a fucking child, waiting to get rescued.]

[He's about to ask how? when it strikes him. He knows what he has to do. He reaches out for the other, offering his hand. That'd helped him a long time ago, it's the only way he knows how to help. Even then? He's unsure of how to help Dabi. Uncertain that this would even benefit the other]

Dabi, it's ok. You can't hurt me.

[Well. Dabi totally could but what's a few more scars from burns to Shigaraki? He does stick his pinky away from the rest of his fingers though. Just in case Dabi does incinerate his gloves.]

[ What he's always needed was more pain to snap him out of this, but this... it's different. No one's ever offered him a hand before. Not like this, not when it feels like every fucking thing is trying to drag him under.

When he reaches out for Shigaraki, it feels like he has to push through a barrier of flames. His hand is burning hot as he grabs the other man's hand, curling his fingers tight around. He knows that he isn't back there in a time and place where no one would have ever reached out to him, but his body is still trying to catch up to it all. ]

[Dabi's hand is hot to touch but he doesn't pull away. He tightly grips the other's hand, pinky still out, and pulls him closer. There's a small pang of guilt in the back of his mind over this. But now's not the time.]

Come here. [And then gently;] What do you need?

[Because he's unsure if closeness is going to set the other off again. Unsure of how to help Dabi more because Shigaraki Tomura has never once helped someone in his life. He's only ever been helped. ]

[Dabi grips Shigaraki's hand so tight that it probably hurts, but the heat might be even more painful. He doesn't think he's ever held on so tightly to anything in his life.

But it helps, because its a different sensation and it's breaking through the usual shit that goes on in his head.

He moves closer as instructed, but then he stops because he realizes exactly where he is and that he's running far too hot, ready to burn up completely and he needs to stop before getting any closer to Shigaraki.]

I need... I need... Give me your other hand.

[He offers Dabi his other hand in the same gesture with his pinkie finger out. Between the searing heat and the death grip Dabi's got on his hand, it hurts. A lot. But Shigaraki doesn't show it- doesn't let Dabi see that he's hurting him.]

Do you need water?

[Cold water should calm him down right? If he's a raging fireball, water would put him out- so of course the next step would be cold water to help.]