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If you ever start snoring, I might.

[Because they'll likely keep at this. It's not so bad, sleeping here, getting to use Shigaraki's shower, not waking up alone and staring off into the distance for a good long while till you can even get your ass up. No, this is much better, actually.

He snorts when Shigaraki rolls his eyes and doesn't answer.]

Yeah, that's what I thought.

[Shigaraki glowers, snaking a hand down between his legs to rub at the bite mark. It doesn't hurt as much anymore but it's still irritating. It'll probably bruise and leave him in temporary agony throughout the rest of the week.

Ugh.

Just thinking about it is enough to bring a small itch to the back of his neck. But he ignores it. It's not like he could scratch much with the gloves anyways.]

Hmph.

[Instead of responding he just rolls so that his back is turned to Dabi. Except, as he moves, he rolls right into Dabi's jizz left on the mattress.]

Ew.

[ Such agony. Dabi feels so bad. Yeah, right. He's likely going to keep poking at it all week. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to leave marks all over Shigaraki. He likes the look of them against his pale skin, and... he likes that Shigaraki has proof he was there, all over his body. ]

You're being a big fucking baby, you know that?

[He presses his knee into the small of Shigaraki's back, fully expecting to be hit for it.]

You know that the more it irritates you, the more I'm going to do it.

[Dabi might be a pain in the ass but, he doesn't hit Dabi for the knee on his back. Instead, he presses back into it harder. Trying to be defiant in his own way.]

I'm not being a baby. I gotta lay in your fucking mess now and it's wet and disgusting.

[ What a baby. ]

Fine, a toddler.

[He pushes himself up to look over Shigaraki's body and see what mess he's talking about, then laughs and grabs the other man's discarded pants again, moving his arm around him to wipe at some of it.]

It's your fault. I told you I wanted to come on your face. It wouldn't be on the bed if it was on your face.

[He kicks back at the other for the toddler comment, straining to look at him with an upset look on his face. Dabi had a point though. He was definitely being a baby about it but hey- Dabi had been a baby about other things.]

It'd be on my face and then I'd have to fucking shower, Dabi.

[ Dabi has never been a baby in his life!

As he kicks back at the other, not even hesitating in the least. He can't help it, he still likes to see Shigaraki getting all worked up sometimes... and then bringing him back down. It feels good. ]

God forbid you shower and don't smell like a rancid pineapple.

[Dabi emerged from the womb as a man; fully grown and ready to kick ass. Powerful.]

Better a rancid pineapple than rotting meat.

[He kicks back again. This is starting to look a lot like a mini tantrum except it doesn't have the scratching or the threats.]

Stop kicking me!

[ That's exactly what he did, and he won't have anyone say anything different. ]

Rotting meat? How fucking original. I just showered. But you know what? Just for that, I'm going to take up your shower again, even longer than I did last night.

[He grabs at Shigaraki's leg this time and still, he kicks him.]

You're the one kicking me, asshole!

If you used up all the hot water, we're both going to have to use the shared bathroom.

[These two are like children. Case in point;]

You started it.

Not me, because I'll already have taken two nice, hot, long showers.

[Dabi is going to be even more of a child now as he pushes Shigaraki onto his stomach and gets on top of him, sitting on his ass.]

You started it, I'm finishing it.

[Yeahhhh, he doesn't like that. At all. He immediately tries to throw Dabi off of him, kicking into the mattress and pushing up off the mattress. Anything to throw the other off.]

Dabi get off of me! [He even tries to roll over to push the other off. But since he's laying on his stomach and Dabi's on his back- it's a futile effort to push the other off.]

[ Dabi snickers, grinding himself against Shigaraki's ass as the other starts flailing and kicking. He shifts around a little, but he holds on so he doesn't get flung off. ]

Nope.

[He says cheerfully, but then after a moment of Shigaraki struggling some more, he finally rolls off, holding his stomach as he laughs.]

You absolute fucking baby.

Ugh. [He grabs the pillow, pulling it over his head as he finished out the rest of his tantrum. Dabi's still insufferable. But man does that guy give excellent quality blowjobs. Not that Shigaraki would know what other qualities exist outside of the one's Dabi gives but- it feels good so it must be good.]

Fuck off.

Edited 2018-07-23 01:34 (UTC)

[ Dabi rolls his eyes and he wants to poke at Shigaraki some more, but he leaves him be, letting him finish his tantrum, or whatever. ]

Fine, boss. Whatever you say.

[He sits up and stretches, then tugs his shirt off and drops it down on top of Shigaraki as he gets up to mosey on over to the bathroom. He fully intends on getting that morning shower in. Rotten meat. Dabi'll show him]

[Shigaraki lays there, listening to Dabi get up and go to the bathroom. He waits for the sound of the shower before he finally sits up. He contemplates going back to bed- he really does just feel like taking a lazy Saturday. Instead he ends up stripping his shirt off, down to nothing but his underwear and gloves.

While Dabi's showering, he kind of absentmindedly plays with the other's discarded shirt. It's... a lot bigger than he expected it to be and he's not sure why he thought it would be smaller. Maybe it's old and worn out? Shigaraki doesn't know.]

[ Dabi takes a good, long time in the shower, just like he said he would. He doesn't care if he uses up the hot water for the entire building, this is his and he's going to take it. Every last ache from his muscles seem to melt away and he feels infinitely better once he gets out of the shower.

He grabs a towel and dries off, then realizes he didn't bring any clothes to change into, so he just pulls his sweats on from earlier and head out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair.

That's when he catches Shigaraki playing with his shirt and he pauses, raising an eyebrow at the other man. ]

The fuck are you doing?

Nothing.

[He doesn't even try to hide that it's absolutely not nothing. But how does he even start to explain what he's doing? Even Shigaraki doesn't understand the weird fasination with Dabi's shirt.]

Did you use all the hot water?

[ Shigaraki's nothing is quite unbelievable, but even though he's shirtless, he still lets the other man go at it. Whatever the fuck he's doing. If he wants to jizz on his shirt, Dabi supposes he deserves it, or whatever. ]

I used as much of it as I could, I told you I would.

[He sits back on the mattress, slinging the towel around his shoulder.]

You probably need a cool down anyway. You know, cause of your tantrum and all.

Huh.

[Shigaraki makes a small angry noise about the lack of hot water. He doesn't need a cold shower, he barely gets enough circulation going through that pale body of his to begin with. Then, hesitantly he pulls on Dabi's shirt.]

Asshole. Hope you melt the piercing in your dick.

Should've showered with me. Would've saved a lot on water.

[He shrugs like it's nothing at all, but when Shigaraki pulls his shirt on, Dabi goes quiet. Well, shit. He looks good. Not only that, but Dabi kind of likes seeing Shigaraki in his clothes, even if it's just a loose fitting worn out shirt... all the better.]

Pretty sure there are things a lot hotter than the shower I just took.

[Is that a compliment? It might very well be. Dabi can't help himself. Oh well.]

Yeah and stand in the cold without any water? No thanks.

[He's not really thinking when he pulled on the shirt. Maybe it was just a reaction to give up on the shower? He did strip down to his underwear so he could take one next but... if he's not going to do important things today then why should he settle for a cold shower?

The compliment, however, completely goes over his head though;] Like what? Your quirk?

No, asshole. Fucking christ.

[his amazement at Shigaraki's cluelessness only grows when he seems oblivious to the compliment. Maybe it's better for him and his current predicament of loose lips, but still... he kind of wants to tackle Shigaraki back onto the mattress and get his hands under that shirt.

Instead, he just lets his gaze wash over him.]

You, creep. You look good.

[it's about as awkward as when shigaraki told him he looked nice when he got out of the shower last night. how the hell did they even deal with that?]

[The realization what Dabi had meant earlier stuns him. At first he just stares at Dabi, and then he blinks- trying to work himself out of the stupor. Did he hear that correctly? You look good. He's not sure how to take it. But instincts knows, and his right hand immediately goes to scratch at his neck.]

Huuh??

[ Dabi moves forward and intercepts the Shigaraki's hand, pulling it away from his neck. Since he's this close anyway, he leans in and presses his lips against the other man's, giving him something else to focus on.

Yeah... huuh? seems to be an appropriate reaction to what Dabi said, so he can't actually fault Shigaraki for it, but he still looks damn good in his clothes and Dabi wants to tell him that too. ]

I like you in my shirt, asshole.

Edited 2018-07-23 08:39 (UTC)