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[Dabi still keeps the amused look off his face. Seems like they're both in rare form today. Anyway, he's utterly curious about how this will go.

Pulling away completely he gets up and goes to pull some restraints out of a bag. It was easier getting these than the gloves, what can he say?

It's only when he comes back over that he finally smirks, unable to keep the delight off his face as he grabs Shigaraki's wrist, tying one of the leather straps around it.]

Is that too tight?

[he's not asking for comfort, of course. If it's too tight, he wants to tighten it just a little bit more. ]

Yes- [And then Dabi tightens the strap, causing Shigaraki to pull away. That's tighter than he wants. Probably for the best so he can't just pull his arm out of the straps and use his quirk to free himself.] Asshole.

[He's already regretting his decision, especially with the smirk Dabi's got on his face. But he's not about to back out of it like a coward, just writhes underneath Dabi's hold on his wrist. He's thinking if he can pull free then maybe he can take back his decision.]

You say that now, but you'll be a whimpering mess soon enough.

[Shigaraki can try to pull free, but Dabi isn't going to let him budge. He moves to the side of the couch and brings the strap back, tying it to one of the arm slats, making sure Shigaraki can't yank or pull too much in any direction, then he grabs his other wrist and does the same, nice and tight. He ties that one further apart so there's no chance of his hands touching, and Shigaraki is perfectly set, laid out on his back, restrained so that Dabi can do anything he wants.

It's a heady feeling, really. He comes back around and looks down at his boss, tapping his chin]

In what ways should I torture you first?

[Panic sets in and Shigaraki is really fighting to get free. He tries to roll, to get his fingers to touch the straps, the couch, anything to free him. Dabi's got him good though, between the sturdiness of the restraints and the way he spaced out his hands. All he can really do is twist his body and strain to pull himself up. Breathing hard, he makes a frustrated gurgling sound as his fingers try to find purchase.

It's scary considering the shit he pulled earlier and he knows he's efficiently at Dabi's mercy. The torture comment doesn't help settle him down.]

Shit.

[But it's exactly what Dabi promised too. It's nicely done restraints that neither one of them have to worry about Shigaraki getting lost in the moment. Maybe that's why he panics because it's true and a part of him is turned on by this. Not having to think or worry about the consequences of his quirk? It's very rarely he gets that peace of mind.

But he absolutely hates that he has no control. Dabi has all the power here now.]

I changed my mind- you can let me go now.

[He knows that that's not how it works.]

What did you say to me before? Don't cry if you regret it.

[ He just stands there watching in amusement as Shigaraki struggles so wildly. He's really tempted to just walk away and leave his boss here like this, but he knows Shigaraki would never let him do this again if he did that, and he'd miss out on so much fun.

He does go to grab his phone. He needs a souvenir.]

Should I call the others over so they can see what their boss looks like, all tied up and ready to go?

[He snaps a picture and then laughs, but he doesn't call anyone, of course. He's not that cruel. He tosses his phone aside, then heads back over to the bed.]

Stop failing around so much or I won't touch you.

Fuck.

[He sees the phone, and tries to hide from the picture by twisting his face into the crook of his sleeve. Shigaraki vows he's going to kill Dabi or at least get his hands on that phone after this is done. He's breathing hard, sweating a little from the exertion he's put on himself with his struggle. Shigaraki does stop 'flailing around' but only because he's worn himself out with the violent and panic'd attempt to escape. He gives one last pull, voicing his frustration with a strangled yell.

Eyes closed, he makes another frustrated sound; a scream muffled only by his closed mouth. At least his tantrum is wearing down.]

Delete it, Dabi.

[Despite how tired he's made himself, he still sounds pissed.]

[ Shigaraki should be thankful that Dabi isn't planning to do much worse after the stunt he pulled earlier. He manages to hide some of his face, but not all, much to Dabi's pleasure.

There's even more pleasure when Shigaraki lets out those frustrated yells and sounds. With his hands tied, it seems he can't control anything at all. The best part is when Shigaraki has a tantrum and there's nothing he can do about it. ]

Now why would I do that? Now I can look at your ugly face when I'm bored, even if you're gone.

[Would he ever be that sentimental? Probably not, but Shigaraki has made him do stranger things since they've been doing this thing together. He still can't forget how he said the other man's name, and then laid down next to him on the mattress, spending the whole damn night.

Now he wants to make up for all that, with roughness and good dose of pleasure and pain. He gives Shigaraki a little more time to settle down before getting onto the couch again, shoving the other man's legs apart. He reaches down and starts palming at Shigaraki, adding heat to his hands.]

All of that whining and you're still hard. Guess you really do like this, hm?

[Breathing hard with his hands starting to ache from how hard he's been pulling, he settle down nicely. Almost relaxed in fact. But Dabi doesn't let him stay too relaxed. It's nerve wracking how he shoves his legs apart- remembering what the fire user said earlier. In what ways should I torture you first? Anxiety bubbles in his chest, prickling at his neck, calling on him to indulge in his tics. But there's nothing he can do to scratch the rising itch.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to do anything. Dabi's right there, already distracting him from the pitiful feeling that swells inside him with that heated hand of his.]

Nngh. I don't like this.

[But he does, his hips moving on their own to meet Dabi's touches. Try as he might to deny, his arousal implicates him anyways. He's getting used to not having to worry about his hands but the trade off of having zero control over anything happening to him still festers within him.]

Quit fooling around.

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Oh, but you do. You like this a lot.

[Dabi has no doubt, even with that tantrum he just had. Maybe it's a good thing he had one. He'll probably be tired out and more relaxed now. It's not like Dabi is actually going to torture him. Just tease him a little. ]

I don't think you're in any position to tell me what to do.

[The grin reaches his bright blue eyes and his hand gets a little warmer. He doesn't stop palming at Shigaraki, though, only because the other man told him not to. But he does move closer again, back in the position he was earlier, and pushes his shirt up, looking down at pale skin covered in scars. He's going to do now what he had thought about last night, dipping down and running his tongue slowly over one of the more raised scars. ]

[Shigaraki tries gritting his teeth. Tries to put up a front that he doesn't like this. It doesn't last long though because as the other's hand gets warmer, he finds himself breathing hard again from the pleasure. His hips squirm under Dabi's touch, trying to increase the friction.

He throws his head back, trying in vain to grit his teeth but all he can do is make soft sounds of protest, little breathy noises that do nothing to mask his apparent 'hatred' of what's going on.

Everything feels hot which matches how hot and bothered he's getting from Dabi's teasing. A new kind of desperation replaces the one that he'd worn himself out of. Instead of freeing himself, he's trying to chase the feeling. Fuck. Dabi was right. This felt good, and he could focus on nothing but the intensity he was feeling.

The coolness of Dabi's tongue elicits a harsher breath from Shigaraki, lifting his body off the couch with his head thrown back in a mix of pleasure and frustration. He's not fighting as hard as he was earlier, but there are times when the sharp sound of him tugging on his arm are made apparent. He's definitely going to have marks around his wrists by the end of this.

It's reactionary, trying to reach out and order Dabi onto his cock. He can't help it.]

Dabi.

[ Dabi pulls back a little every time Shigaraki tries to push forward for more friction. So maybe he is trying to torture him in a way, but he doubts Shigaraki will care, once Dabi is done with him.

He should have always known that Shigaraki would be a noisy one, but he doesn't mind at all. The breathy sounds and the louder ones of protest, they all urge him on. There's no shortage of them tonight. ]

Relax. Just feel it. Now's your chance to just feel it.

[He says, then circles Shigaraki's navel with his tongue before he nips hard at the skin, then finds another long scare to run his tongue along. He's not even worried about Shigaraki's ties coming undone out of frustration. He knows he did a good job with that. ]

It's a lot.

[A lot, like last time. But it's not a demand for Dabi to slow down. Just his excuse as to why he's having a hard time adjusting.

He tries in earnest to relax. Breathing irregularly from everything happening. This is good for him in more ways than one. It's pleasurable, just like Dabi promised it would. And, despite his protests, it's actually quite calming. Instead of scratching nervously or putting his focus on not disintegration his underling, he really is able to just enjoy himself.

But it's still overwhelming.

That hard nip against his skin? He can't help but moan softly, body unsure of what to do. Does he lean away from Dabi's mouth or push up against Dabi's hand? He ends up following Dabi's hand and squirming under his tongue.

He's no longer tugging at his restraints, head thrown back as he lets his body feel everything. Rewarding Dabi's efforts with quickened pants or little pleased keening sounds.

His body visibly relaxes, like a giant weight had been lifted off of it.]

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[ Maybe Dabi is being too nice, telling Shigaraki to relax and guiding him along instead of taunting him, but he forgets for a moment, just feeling all of it as well. On his own terms, it's good. He has to be in control. And it seems fine this way, because Shigaraki could use something calming, where he doesn't have to think. He can let someone else be in control.

The more Shigaraki relaxes, the more Dabi licks and nips at his skin, doing his own relaxing exploration. Those keening sounds make Dabi moan softly against the other man's skin, and his hands move to undo Shigaraki's pants. But he's not done up top yet.

He climbs back over Shigaraki like he had done earlier, taking advantage of the other man's head being thrown back as he latches his mouth onto his neck, sucking at his cracked skin. ]

[It's what they both want. Dabi wants control, Shigaraki wants to relax. It's a fair trade off even if they both had to fight for it or let go of their own control.

Dabi sucking on his neck surprises him and he tries to bite back a loud moan. Biting so hard on his own lip that he can taste copper. Not like his efforts actually helped because he's sharply and groaning softly.

Dabi's practically on top of him and though his pants are undone, he's not yet free. His legs move without him thinking about it, tucking themselves behind Dabi's legs. They're touching but... right now he needs some kind of friction on his throbbing hardon.

His eyes are hazy with lust and need, keenly feeling everything since he'd listened to Dabi's advice. Shigaraki parts his lips, letting a soft whimper out, as he strains to catch Dabi's mouth with his own bloodied lips. His hips bucking gently.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't care to because this all feels amazing.]

[ He slides his hand to the other side of Shigaraki's neck, thumb running back and forth over his adams apple as if he's trying to feel the vibration of every groan and the inhale of every breath.

He does this while he keeps sucking, knowing he's going to leave a dark mark under pale skin. He's not sure how Shigaraki is going to explain it away if anyone asks, but Dabi really doesn't care about any of that. Right now he's just focused on licking and sucking on Dabi's neck. It's a much better sensation to have there than all that incessant scratching, he imagines.

Dabi doesn't even mind when Shigaraki's legs hook around his. It shifts his body downward a bit more and he realizes that he's hard again as well, when his groin pushes against Shigarki's, the light friction setting off sparks along his spine. It's not the same as being touched without wanting to and while it still makes Dabi want to pull back and away, he doesn't, because there's nothing gentle about it.

He can't stay like this long, but long enough to slide his mouth back onto Shigaraki's, tasting blood and biting at the wound some more before settling into a bruising kiss. ]

[While Dabi indulges him with a searing kiss, Shigaraki grinds his hips against Dabi's a little more desperately. He can feel that the other is hard again and it's somehow making him harder. Not that it was possible, he's already throbbing and pressing hard against his pants. But the simple fact that he was letting himself feel everything made it feel like he was getting harder.

When Dabi pushes his groin into Shigaraki's, he can't help but use the leverage of his legs to hold him there. He's not doing it out of malice, just his body instinctively trying to get release.

He moans into the kiss, nipping at Dabi whenever he can. The bruise on his neck doesn't even hurt, just feels good whenever he makes a sound. Though he's relaxed he does fight a little for control over the kiss. Straining his head to kiss harder, trying to make sure that the other doesn't pull back so easily.]

[ He barely lets Shigaraki get control of the kiss before he's nipping and pushing his tongue in deeper against the other's. Dabi wonders if he can get Shigaraki off like this alone, without even having to touch him or suck him down. He's certain dead set on holding him in place, trying to get friction from where he can.

It's tempting, but Dabi knows he doesn't want to press himself against Shigaraki for that long and so he scratches a hand down the other man's chest, down to his pants to fish his cock out and put a little space between them- as much as Shigaraki's legs will allow. Dabi has a feeling he'll loosen up to give his hand more room as he starts stroking him, warm callused fingers running over the head of his cock, just as Dabi knows Shigaraki likes.

He's already wet with precum, making Dabi's hand move a little easier as he spreads it back and forth. ]

[It's hard to get control, Shigaraki is aware of this in his position. Maybe he doesn't want control. Not real control anyways. Just enough of a fight to get Dabi to kiss and bite him. He's thankful for their kisses because he lets out a low moan when Dabi finally pulls his cock out.

His legs do ease up on their hold, giving Dabi more space to jerk him off and he's so needy that he whines when Dabi's not fast enough. Thrusting hard into the other's hand. It's amazing how he's grown in the time they've been together. Once he would have been paralyzed with uncertainty and now? He's certain he wants this. Shigaraki wants to feel everything- to be overwhelmed without having an anxious tic or fear of holding onto something too tightly.

Every stroke gets a needy whine or a deep throated moan out of the villainous boss and he tries to pull away from the kiss because his breathing is labored again.]

Dabi, please.

[He pleads, mind awashed with a burning desire for release. Shigaraki doesn't care how desperate he must have sounded because he is desperate. His hands move instinctively for Dabi's head, stopped thanks to their restraints, and he lets out the most pitiful sounding whine.]

[ Dabi rewards Shigaraki's letting go of even more control with harder strokes, his hand still warming every time Shigaraki thrusts up into it, their bodies rocking together against the couch. Dabi keeps telling himself he'll move, he'll get between Shigaraki's legs and suck him off, but being on top of his boss like this, with all the control in the world, it feels good for him too.

As soon as Shigaraki breaks the kiss, Dabi starts moving his bites and kisses down along his jaw, but he lets out a pleased moan when the other man actually pleads for more without even being prompted. It really is amazing how much he's grown in the time they've been together.

Dabi pulls back and smiles, his hand not slowing one bit, but Shigaraki should get rewarded for giving him this much desperation, shouldn't he?]

Do you wanna fuck my face, or should I keep jerking you off?

[It's a choice that may seem impossible with the way Shigaraki is lost in the feeling of everything, but Dabi is asking anyway.]

[It is impossible and since Dabi's hand doesn't slow down; it makes it that much more improbable that Shigaraki can answer. He struggles to decide. It'd be nice to hear Dabi gag again, he's sure he could make the other choke on his cock. But the warmth of Dabi's hand feels incredible. That, coupled with the nips and scratches- god he'd lose it.]

Fucking. [He closes his eyes, mouth agape as he struggles for a complete answer.] I don't care- jerk me off! [There's those breathy whimpers again as he quickly chokes out;] Bite me or scratch me, just something.

[And to be fair? He kind of likes Dabi's weight on top of him. It's oddly comforting. His hips buck a little harder, trying to force himself off the couch in an attempt to get Dabi to hurry it up.]

C'mon!

[ Dabi chuckles at Shigaraki's impatience and the way he's becoming more and more undone with every stroke and every whimper. He can see the pure struggle on his face, but all that really means is that Shigaraki is being overwhelmed with how good this feels, and that's satisfying enough. ]

Yes, sir.

[Dabi leans in close enough to breathe the words against Shigaraki's lips, his wrist twisting as he keeps his long fingers wrapped tight around the other man's cock, stroking him slowly for just that moment, then much faster when his hips come rocking up against his hand.

He dips his head down and licks a line from Shigaraki's ear to his collarbone, then bites. It's a hard bite, breaking skin, and he grinds down against him at the same time, adding that much more pressure to what his hand is already doing. ]

[He'd roll his eyes at the other. Yes, sir. Like he was bringing professional courtesy into the bedroom and neglected to be professional anywhere else. He wants to say something but Dabi's already there, doing what he asked him to do.

The line licked makes him whimper, and the quicken of Dabi's hands makes him disoriented. Nothing's quite aligned with where his pleasure's coming from but he likes it like that. The bite was expected... but fuck if he didn't nearly come from it.

There are tears in his eyes from the intensity of this. You'd swear he was actually fucking the other or getting fucked himself. He arches into the bite, the grinding forcing him into the couch. His hips erratic because he can't quite get a good rhythm and Dabi's stroking makes it near impossible to keep up.

It doesn't take him long to come though, making a mess out of Dabi's hands and the front of his pants. Shigaraki groans, sweat clinging to his forehead as he just lays there- spent from feeling the pleasure.

He knows they're not done yet. After all, he felt Dabi's second erection. But who could say how Dabi wanted to handle that this time?]

[ Isn't that what makes it all the more amusing? Dabi certainly thinks so.

He can tell just how overwhelmed and disoriented Shigaraki is by the way he moves. He's trying to keep up with Dabi, but it's just too much and Dabi knows there never could have been this level of letting go without Shigaraki's hands tied. It frees both of them up, while pinning one of them down. Dabi likes it.

He slows his hand right before he can feel Shigaraki ready to come and then strokes him hard and fast again, pushing him over the edge. The mess he makes is inspiring and Dabi already knows what he wants to do. But he'll wait, letting his thumb run over the sensitive head of Shigaraki's cock while Dabi laps up the small beads of blood from the bite on his shoulder. ]

I told you.

[Shigaraki is grateful for Dabi's experience. Though he'll never admit it outloud but it's thanks to Dabi that something like this is even possible. He's opened up a whole new world for Shigaraki to play and learn in. Not only that but he makes sure to treat Shigaraki right. Each session becoming better than the last though he doesn't give himself enough credit. It's his efforts too, using what he's learned.

He breathes hard, sinking comfortably into the couch. This was wild and he can already feel the soreness in his wrists. His neck and shoulder aren't any better, and neither is his swollen lip from when he'd bit down on his own lip.

He blinks rapidly, looking up at Dabi with a half-assed glare. It's really more of a satisfied smile, like his brain isn't sure what emotions he's feeling right now.]

Untie me, Dabi.

[Though honestly he could lay like this for a while. He's gotten used to it. Just doesn't want Dabi to leave him there or get any other brilliant ideas.]

[ he does try to treat shigaraki right, even though he gives him an extraordinary amount of shit beforehand. dabi doesn't think shigaraki minds all that much, though. they always seem to get over it on both sides, and fall right back to this.

Dabi doesn't think he's ever seen Shigaraki this relaxed before. It's an odd look on him, because it's just so unusual. Even the glare is half-assed and Dabi knows he did well here. ]

Not yet.

[Dabi responds, pushing away from Shigaraki, but still staying on his knees, up against the other man's legs to tower over him. ]

All that begging and moaning got me hard again and you're in my room, so I'm gonna have to take care of it right now.

[Not that he would have left if he were in Shigaraki's room either, but he thinks that should remain another unspoken thing between them.

Now, as he looks down at the mess Shigaraki made all over himself, and his flaccid cock, Dabi undoes his pants and takes his erection into his hand, stroking himself right over Shigaraki. ]

I'm gonna come all over you.

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typos x 1000 lol sorry

it's cool, it happens! i know i've had my fair share lol

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