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[The thing about Dabi? It's hard to humiliate him. Nothing ever phases him and anything Shigaraki has tried to use in the past always just rolls off the other like water on skin. But there is one thing Shigaraki might try.

With his grip firm on Dabi's neck, his other hand snakes down to Dabi's crotch, mindful of his thumb as he palms at the other through his pants. He presses harder into the kiss as he does this- teeth catching Dabi's lip.

For once? He's got Dabi trapped against the wall. Maybe he just needed a healthy dose of rage to get him going with his initiative rolls.]

Edited 2018-07-10 07:53 (UTC)

[ This isn't exactly the kind of initiative Dabi wanted him to take and he doesn't think the other man will do it, until he does, and it's too late.

Now, those hands curled into Shigaraki's shirt finally do try to push him away, and he squirms, trying to move his head out of the kiss and press his back further against the wall, away from the hand on his groin. When it doesn't work, he moves a hand into Shigaraki's hair, grabbing at it and trying to tug him away, a sound of protest escaping into the kiss. ]

[He doesn't let Dabi push him off so easily. He rubs his hand harder, presses his other hand harder into Dabi's neck, and bites down on the other's lip. Ensuring that he's trapped there for a good while longer. It's almost like he's never going to leave. The squirming and sounds of protest certainly help fuel this dark madness.

But he isn't needlessly cruel because he does pull back, stepping away from the other with his hands raised in mock surrender. A nasty smile curling up on his lips.]

Sad.

[Shigaraki laughs. His mood doing a complete 180 from uncontrollable anger to unstoppable laughter.]

[ Somewhere in the back of Dabi's head he knows that his squirming and pushing is making it worse. That this is exactly what Shigaraki wants him to do, but the other man's hand on him feels so vile that he can't think. He can't breathe either, though now he isn't sure if it's because of the tight hand around his neck, or the way his heart is beating erratically, dizziness and panic starting to set in.

The worst part is, he's still starting to get hard from all the manhandling and the unwanted fingers against his groin. It's fucking humiliating, and he fucking hates this creature in front of him.

When Shigaraki pulls back, Dabi coughs, bringing a hand to his throat, body bending over a bit. Anger flares up in him so fast that he feels like he might burn their entire new hideout down, but... he pushes it down. He pushes all of it down. Shigaraki is laughing like a madman and Dabi takes a moment to control himself, then pushes past him and heads out the door toward the hideout exit. ]

[Does he care? No. Dabi had humiliated him a few nights in a row. Made comments about how inexperienced he was. Even had him sit like a dog on his knees. It's only fair that Shigaraki got to be successful once.

Maybe he took it too far but Shigaraki doesn't care. He watches as the other leaves, scoffing because Dabi could dish out the insults and push Shigaraki around. But he couldn't handle it? Sad indeed.

He waits for the other leave before making himself comfortable on Dabi's couch. Still grinning at what he was able to do- to get Dabi that upset and humiliated.

He knows Dabi will come back. When and where? Shigaraki isn't entirely sure. But he'll be there, waiting.]

[ Dabi wants to think up ways to retaliate, but as he walks out of there, his mind is blank. It's better that way, though. It keeps him from spiraling, from thinking about all the ways he fucked up and this whole thing with Shigaraki has been the stupidest thing he's ever willingly put himself through.

Shigaraki knows his weakness and will use it time and time again. It's his own damn fault for having a weakness in the first place. He shouldn't have been left with one after all he's endured, but he was and he wants to get rid of it.

He walks for a good, long while, making sure his emotions are right back where they're supposed to be. Nowhere near the surface. He doesn't have time for this garbage, or his own fears. He wants to kill someone instead, but he knows that'll barely alleviate anything, and what he does instead is pick out the staples on his arm and lets his fire loose on his skin. It goes deep, his pure flesh turning into more dark scarred skin, though the color doesn't quite match up just yet. It isn't the same type of fire as what did this to him. Still, it's good enough, and Dabi presses each and every staple back in, then heads back to the hideout, a sense of renewed calmness settling into him.

When he gets there and sees Shigaraki still waiting in his room, he just stares at him before heading inside. He kicks the couch to shake the other man up, then starts undoing his pants. ]

I want you to suck me off.

[In the time that it took Dabi to settle down, Shigaraki had also settled down. The comfort of the couch really soothing him. The fresh wounds on his neck finally starting to scab over since the rush of adrenaline had him feeling euphoric. Nothing could shake the feeling of humiliating Dabi like that. The cherry on top of it was the fact that it was enough to make the other leave. It's a blissful kind of emotion akin to the pleasure of the past few nights.]

Huh?

[Dabi kicking the couch shakes Shigaraki out of whatever dumb daydream he was having. I want you to suck me off. He snorts, rolling his eyes as he sits up from the couch. But he doesn't move to get off of it, even as Dabi starts undoing his pants.]

Yeah? You'll just run away.

[ Shigaraki is sick. This is nothing new. Dabi is too, he supposes. They both get off on the same vile shit. Maybe this thing with Shigaraki is stupid, but it's what Dabi's got, and he's going to use it to his advantage whenever possible. ]

I'm over it. I want you to suck me off. Are you going to do it, or not?

[He moves in closer, leaving his pants open but leaving the rest to Shigaraki. Dabi can feel the disgust rolling up inside of him again, his heart starting to press hard against his chest, but he pushes it away, all while staring at Shigaraki]

[He stares at the other long and hard, leaning forward just a little bit so he has to look up at the other. Was this some kind of joke?]

Huh. Just like that? [This felt like a trap. But The offer was tempting.] Don't cry if you regret it.

[Slowly he slides off of the couch, trying to get comfortable on his knees. He's already been on his knees before so he has no issue getting back on them but god it's still uncomfortable physically. He waits for Dabi to close to gap a little bit more before slipping his tongue out to taste his cock, right on his piercing.

The metal helps with the taste at least. Still he can't help the disgusted shudder that runs down his spine, trying to push past it with another lick until finally he's past the vile taste enough to wrap his lips around the head of Dabi's cock. His hands gently grab Dabi's thighs for support.]

[ Dabi isn't joking at all. The exact opposite, actually. This might be the most serious he's ever been, outside of a mission. He has a weakness, he wants to get rid of it. This is the only way he knows how. So earlier, maybe Shigaraki did more good than bad, because now Dabi is determined.

He clenches his jaw, but he doesn't reply. He's too caught up in controlling himself when Shigraki gets on his knees. He does get closer, watching intently and waiting for that first bit of contact. When Shigaraki's tongue runs up along it, Dabi sinks his nails into the palms of his hands, which are clenched into tight fists at his sides. When he does it again, Dabi has to struggle not to recoil, he hates it so much.

He's sweating by the time the other man's mouth goes around his cock and he has to tilts his head back, a violent shudder running through him. The hands on his thighs are just too much. His gaze snaps back to Shigaraki's face to say something but he instantly regrets looking down at the sight in front of him, so he sucks it up and looks away, eyes trained on a spot on the wall. ]

[Oblivious to Dabi's discomfort, Shigaraki gets to work sucking Dabi's cock by using what he learned with Dabi's fingers last night. He flicks his tongue against the flesh, moving his mouth up and down. There's some accidental teeth involved in it- he's not perfect. He even accidentally gags himself by taking too much of Dabi.

It's kinda fun, actually until he looks up and sees that Dabi is disassociating. He almost pulls off the other entirely out of frustration because this wasn't a trap and yet Dabi wasn't enjoying this? He moves his hands off from Dabi's thighs and just sits there, glaring up at Dabi with the other's cock still in his mouth.

He debates what to do, humming softly. Shigaraki settles for smacking the other's leg hard, careful with how his hand connects. Be grateful. He wants to argue. But the smack is sure enough to be demanding, to get Dabi's attention.]

[ It's easier to ignore when his head isn't there. He knows it isn't doing him any good if he doesn't pay attention and just accept the touch, but he can't. He can already feel the bile in the back of his throat and yet somehow, Shigaraki's ministrations are keeping him hard. It feels like a damn nightmare.

When his leg gets smacked hard, everything suddenly comes back to him full force and he looks down, wide eyed as he grabs Shigaraki's hair, pulling him off. He's going to get shit for this again, he knows it, but he can't take it. ]

Stop. That's enough.

[He still has this horrible boner though, so he stumbles a few steps over the couch and starts stroking himself, Shigaraki's saliva mixing with the blood on his hands from clenching so damn hard. Shigaraki's right. It is sad. It's fucking pathetic. He couldn't even get through half of this. ]

You really do have a problem with touch don't you?

[He spits, standing up from where he was kneeling. Shigaraki wipes at his mouth, moving to join the other on the couch. He doesn't scoff or laugh or even make a move to make Dabi uncomfortable even though he should be lording it over the other.]

It's alright to admit that you have a problem.

[ Shigaraki should be lording it over him and Dabi is expecting him to push it further until Dabi is forced to do nothing more than to take it. Maybe then he'd get over it. Maybe then it would make things worse. He doesn't know anymore and he hates this feeling. He hates that Shigaraki is being so damn gentle, or whatever the fuck he's doing]

Shut up and choke me.

[He grinds out, his gaze shifting over to the other man. No, that's not good enough and he knows it. Shigaraki's got him all twisted up today. The bastard.]

Please.

[Shigaraki looks over at the other in surprise. Dabi is certainly all over the place today but he doesn't complain. That's the usual mood for Shigaraki on any given day and it's only fair that other people have the same mood swings.]

Since you asked so nicely...

[His hand is on Dabi's throat, squeezing tight with the middle finger out to avoid outright killing him. It's got the same sort of pressure he had earlier. He watches the other curiously, making sure this is what Dabi wants before shifting on the couch so that he's on his knees- leaning over to capture the other man's lips in his mouth. It's like when Shigaraki choked Dabi earlier, only this time he's keeping his hands to himself.]

[ Dabi's not used to mood swings. He deals with plenty of Shigaraki's, of course, but his own? Hardly ever. He's gotten damn good at controlling every single emotion inside of him, gladly feeling nothing on most days. But today, Shigaraki is right. He's all over the place.

The hand on his neck is like relief in contrast to everything else that's been happening. The more Shigaraki squeezes, the more Dabi feels his head start to clear. He starts stroking himself faster, trying to suck in air, only to have Shigaraki kiss him. He wonders if this is just going to be a repeat of earlier, but there are no more surprises, so Dabi kisses back, biting at Shigaraki's mouth to try and get him to be more rough. ]

[The kiss does become rough. At first it's just Shigaraki delving his tongue inside Dabi's mouth, searching for something to get rid of the taste of Dabi's cock. (He really was unused to it.) Once he'd replaced that taste for the wetness of Dabi's mouth, he bites down on the other's lip, dragging his teeth and pulling the scarred lip. Shigaraki sucks hard on Dabi's mouth, waiting for their lips to get swollen from the bruising force of their kiss before he bites down hard. Hard enough to draw blood.

He's not fucking around, between the earlier manhandling and the one he's doing now- Shigaraki's turned on. The leader of the league lets out a soft grunt as he feels his own erection growing, and it drives him to repeat the raking actions of his teeth. Nipping and biting down on whatever he can get his teeth on.

The hand around Dabi's neck tightens gradually.]

[ Shigaraki is a fast study, at least Dabi can commend him for that. His kisses are getting better each time and even all the use of teeth is good. It's exactly what Dabi needs. He's not sure if Shigaraki knows that, or if he's just biting at his lips as usual, but the harder he bites, the more relaxed Dabi becomes, moaning into the kiss when he tastes copper on his tongue.

When the hand around his neck tightens so that Dabi really can't breathe, and Shigaraki's teeth sink into a sensitive, raw part of his lip, Dabi grabs at Shigaraki's wrist, the one around his neck, and he comes. His whole body arches off the couch, his release hard and almost painful. ]

[With Dabi's hand on his wrist, he holds the other's throat as it is. Keeps him trapped there. He doesn't relent on the kisses though. In fact, the other's moan and the way he can practically feel the hard release of Dabi only gets him even more excited. It's a hot and bothered feeling he hasn't quite experienced since they've started doing this.

Eventually he let's go of Dabi's throat, letting the other hold his wrist. But he doesn't give up the fierceness of his kisses.]

[ It feels like Shigaraki wants to suck all the air right out of him. His lungs burn and his head feels hazy from release. It's a good combination that has Dabi feeling back to normal again. At least it doesn't take him too long. Now that would've been really pathetic. As long as he doesn't get touched again, he'll be fine.

His hand falls away from his cock when Shigaraki lets go of his throat, but he doesn't stay limp. Shigaraki is itching for a whole different thing now and although Dabi probably shouldn't reward him for todays treatment, they've already done enough pushing and pulling today. He doesn't want to deal with an enraged Shigaraki again.

He tucks himself back in, then kisses back, all teeth and tongue, a hand moving up to grip into Shigaraki's hair. His lips feel raw and swollen, even the scarred parts, and he has to admit, it's a damn good sensation. He returns the favor, biting down hard on Shigaraki's lower lip, tugging even harder before he lets go, the hand from the other man's hair sliding down to his neck, rubbing over the wounds Shigaraki scratched into himself. ]

Lay back on the couch.

[The kissing has left Shigaraki short for breath when they finally break apart. He wants more of that roughness on his own lips but Dabi's asking him to lay back and he stares at the other. Unsure if this was another trap. But he does shift away from the other.]

For what?

[He has a feeling Dabi's just going to suck his cock but- laying back on the couch? It's unusual from their usual setup. Despite the uncertainty he does lay back, fingers rubbing at his lips.]

[Dabi is more sudden with his traps. He doesn't ask, which is probably why he shouldn't have been so surprised when Shigaraki turned it back around on him. Shigaraki learns by example, it seems.]

You're so hard I can feel it bumping against my arm. It's disgusting.

[It's what he says, but really it's not that bad at all. When Shigaraki moves, Dabi turns toward him on the couch and pushes his legs open getting between them.]

Keep your hands to your fucking self unless you're going to hurt me.

[He warms, before climbing on top of him. Its dangerous, but Dabi makes sure nothing is touching unless he wants it to. He keeps himself over Shigaraki, waiting to see if the other man can follow his orders, keeping their chests apart, with nothing but his thighs pressed up against the back of Shigaraki's legs as he leans in to kiss him again, biting harshly.

This is far more than Shigaraki deserves, but it makes Dabi feel in control again. ]

Heh.

[He lets out a soft laugh, quickly shutting up when he realizes Dabi's climbing ontop of him. Shigaraki gives a quizzical look on his face, not sure how he feels about this. Of course he keeps his hands to himself but it's hard with the way he's on the couch and the way Dabi's ontop of him like this. So he opts to slide his hands above his head out of safety reasons.

But then Dabi's already kissing him hard and he lets out a heated moan from the harsh bites. Shigaraki can't help but squirm underneath the other, the weight of the other giving him a ghosting feeling on his cock. That's new too. Everything feels good so there shouldn't be a problem. Right? There is one tiny problem though and that's Shigaraki's quirk.

His hands ball into fists, shaking a little because this is so dangerous like this. It leaves him little room or leverage to push the other off.

He kisses back, but tries to pull away at the same time. Like he can't decide if the pleasure outweighs the unnerved discomfort.]

[Dabi's eyes follow Shigaraki's hands as they move over his head, tugging harshly at the other man's lip while doing so. It seems like the other man is trying hard to control himself and Dabi knows he can use that well today.

He swallows each of Shigaraki's moans with another kiss, still keeping himself just over the other man. His arms grow tired, but it's worth it.

There's more squirming, and Dabi can tell he's distracted, not sure which way to push or pull. The shaking makes him smile and he pulls back, wiping any amused look off his face as he speaks.]

I won't have your gloves till tomorrow. But it seems like you could enjoy this a lot more if your hands were restrained today.

Ugh.

[Shigaraki lets out a sound of protest when Dabi pulls away. He's growing impatient from how hard he's turned on and it hampers his thought process. Usually he'd whine and protest, stomping his foot because Dabi would suggest such a thing. But with a glare and a huffed breath he actually gives in to the other's request.]

Fine. Just get it over with.

[He'll regret this later but right now his desires outweigh his logic reasoning. He just wants to indulge in his pleasures and not be distracted with the ticking time bomb of his hands.]

forgot to say- hard same i hope i get to play it too

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