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[Combined with how exhausted he is from the tasks he'd done today, and how he'd worn himself out with struggling. Shigaraki barely has any energy to push the other off. Especially with the fact that he was still feeling like jelly from his orgasm.]

Dabi.

[But he still has the energy to protest. Shigaraki knows he's made a mess of his pants but to come all over him? Disgusting.]

At least take off my clothes!

[He doesn't like the idea of Dabi just jizzing all over him either. It feels... controlling? Like this is how you'd sexually claim someone as your own. But it's not like he has much of a choice with the restraints. Still, he gives a weak attempt at pulling them.

Nope. Still tight and working as intended.]

At least let me see or I'm going to kick you.

[ Dabi knows this, which is why he's perfectly fine against the other man's legs. There are threats, but he doesn't believe any of them.

It's disgusting, it really is and Dabi is going to like every second of it.]

If I was going to take off your clothes, I would've done it earlier.

[Still, he reaches out to push Shigaraki's shirt up higher, but that's about all he gets in the way of removing his clothes. It's definitely controlling. A good way to round out the night, as far as Dabi is concerned. He doesn't really think about the claiming part, but who else are they sleeping with anyway? No one.

Sighing, he shoves his pants down further so Shigaraki can see and he starts stroking himself slowly, twisting his fingers around his length. He already feels far too close to release, just from those sounds Shigaraki was making, but everything about this was a complete turn on. ]

[He squirms a little, frustrated by how helpless he was now. But his eyes still foccus on Dabi's cock. It's not as fun to him now that he just gets to watch Dabi get off. He sighs, impatient because now he's gotta wait.

But then an idea comes to him and he visibly perks up a little.]

Stroke yourself slower.

[ Dabi very nearly raises an eyebrow, but keeps his face perfectly relaxed as his gaze flits up to Shigaraki's face. The asshole is already impatient, instead of just basking in all the sensations that just overloaded him and Dabi wants to keep him from trying to get control back so quickly, but...

He slows his hand, doing as Shigaraki says. ]

[Shigaraki hums happily to himself. Yeah he's impatient, if Dabi honestly expected Shigaraki to know how to indulge in the feeling of relaxation then he was mistaken. The relaxed, euphoric feeling he had earlier? Was great but the more relaxed he felt, the more antsy he got. He just wasn't used to it.]

Tell me what you're thinking.

[And then, like he's some kind of sexpert;]

Make sure to grip the head on the down stroke.

[ Shigaraki is such a mess. Not that that's anything new. Dabi will get him used to it, though.

Now, Dabi can't help but raise his eyebrows when Shigaraki gives him instructions on how to stroke himself. He does grip the head on the downstroke though, his fingers tugging on his piercing. ]

I'm thinking about what an impatient asshole you are... and how utterly fucked you look right now, laid out like this, all tied up with your jizz all over you. Just from a handjob.

[Well, not just, but still. And then as he thinks of the next thing, his hand starts moving faster]

I'm also thinking about those noises you were making. Desperate, pleading, whining.... fuck.

Yeah?

[He honestly didn't expect an answer. But it's worth it. He sees that Dabi is going faster but he's not upset. It's kind of thrilling to see how Dabi thinking about him gets Dabi worked up like this. His own kind of power over the other, even at the expense of being degraded.]

Stroke yourself harder.

[And then slyly;]

Bet you want to come on my face.

[Maybe he's just trying to weasel out of getting it everywhere.]

Yeah.

[Dabi says a bit breathlessly.Thinking about Shigaraki does get him worked up. It wasn't always like this, but now? Well, now he knows what this looks like and sounds like, and it turns him on.

He strokes himself harder, his hips rocking forward with the motion.]

Not today. I want to come on your mess.

Huh. You want it all to mix?

[It's odd, talking to the man who's jerking off over your body. But Shigaraki was never conventional. He struggles lazily, making a gruff grunt of frustration.]

You can go faster than that.

I want it all to mix.

[Dabi repeats, because that's basically what it is. He wants Shigaraki to be marked with all of it, stained across his body.

The sounds are like a spark and the struggling lights a whole new fire in him. Dabi strokes faster, his movements starting to get haphazard. When he comes, he grabs onto Shigaraki's knee so he doesn't fall forward. He makes sure he angles himself so his jizz hits Shigaraki's stomach and parts of his chest. It looks as good as he thought it would and he slumps down between the other man's legs, leaning into the one pressed against the back of the couch.]

Look at you.

[It's hot against bare skin and not all of it lands on his exposed chest. Some of it lands on his shirt, the rest drips down into his already ruined pants. It's has him feeling heavy and sticky. Dabi's grip on his knee surprises him but he allows it. Even allows him leaning into the one pressed into the couch after all is said and done.

Look at you. Instead he glares up at Dabi. Shigaraki knows he's a mess but he'd rather not look at it. Struggling instead to remind Dabi that he's still tied up.]

Untie me.

[He wants a shower desperately.]

[ Dabi is still trying to catch his breath, but he moves away from Shigaraki to yank his pants up. The view in front of him is too good to look away from, though, so he's still watching as he stands, tilting his head and letting his gaze run up the other man's body until it reaches his face. ]

Are you going to run?

[Shigaraki has posed the question to Dabi so many times, now it's his turn. But even so, he leans over the other man and starts untying the restraints from around his wrists. The skin underneath each tie is raw and bruising. It's Shigaraki's own damn fault for struggling so hard.]

[Shigaraki scoffs at the question, waiting for Dabi to untie him from the restraints. Once he's free he lays there for a minute, slowly bringing his arms back to his chest. People are definitely going to ask questions tomorrow when they see how raw and bruising his wrists are. But then maybe they won't? Shigaraki is known for the way he abuses himself with that annoying scratching and picking. He sneaks a peak at the mess they've made on him and gives a disgruntled sound of disapproval.

Slowly he sits up, feeling lightheaded. Shigaraki takes off his shirt, using it to wipe off his chest and a poor attempt at cleaning up his pants. It's everywhere is an understatement and it feels gross to him. Like snot.

He tosses the shirt at Dabi and then tries to stand up. Has to sit back down because the blood in his arms is rushing back and his knees are still weak from the torture Dabi put him through.]

Ugh.

[ While Shigaraki just lays there, Dabi goes to flop back on his couch, his limbs feeling tired and heavy. He could definitely use a cigarette right now, but they're so far away and he's content to be lazy for a while.

He glances over at the other man when he sits up, watching him clean himself off. It really is disgusting, but Dabi is glad he did it. His eyes travel to Shigaraki's neck and the perfectly mouth shaped bruises dark against his stark pale skin, a small smirk forming on his face. Between those and the marks on his wrists, he's going to have a lot of explaining to do and that amuses Dabi to no end.

Dabi catches the shirt, tossing it aside and snorts, stretching his arms out on the back of the couch.]

You say that as if you didn't just experience the best release of your life.

Ugh. [He repeats with more disgust in his tone.] Shut up.

[His wrists hurt like hell. Oddly enough though it's a comforting sort of pain; one that will satisfy the itchy twitch of his for a good while. After a few moments, he does manage to stand up and wander over to where Dabi threw that phone to start searching for it.

When he finds it, he doesn't hesitate to activate his quirk again, holding it up for Dabi to watch his phone turn to dust. He wasn't joking when he asked Dabi to delete the photo. Don't delete the photo? Shigaraki deletes the phone. Literally.]

If you want to see that again, you ask me. Understood?

[That of course referring to the situation they'd just gotten out of. It's the closest Dabi will ever get to Shigaraki admitting he liked being able to just focus on release without compromising himself.

With that taken care of, he staggers back to the couch, sitting a comfortable distance away from Dabi. His eyelids are heavy. Fuck. Dabi got him good this time.]

Mhm.

[Dabi says says smugly, laying his head back with his eyes closing. But that smile drops off his face when he opens them again to see Shigaraki rooting around for his phone. He'd jump up to grab it, but he's not in the mood. Still, he scowls when he watches the damn thing disintegrate.]

Hey! You fucking creep, that was important. I wasn't going to show anyone.

[He grumbles, glaring at Shigaraki when he comes back to sit. He's lucky he sits further away or Dabi would shove him to the ground. Ugh. Whatever. He switches phones often anyway. Can't be too careful when you're a villain.]

You're getting me a new one.

[He shrugs. Maybe he'll buy Dabi a new one. Maybe not. Depends on how well the other behaved himself since Shigaraki was particularly busy.]

Don't complain too hard. You had your fun.

[Dabi should have understood that having a picture like that, even if he wasn't going to show it to anyone, was still dangerous. Dangerous especially to Shigaraki because that photo could end up in the wrong hands or used as blackmail. And while he and Dabi didn't always get along, he at least liked Dabi enough to not want to kill him. Even if he often tried to do so with their little spats.]

My arms fucking hurt.

[ Of course it was dangerous. That's what they do. But hey, at least he gets it. He wouldn't want a picture of himself floating around like that either. Still, that was his fucking phone. ]

Don't complain too hard, you had your fun.

[Dabi repeats right back to him when Shigaraki complains about his arms.]

Anyway, you like it when it hurts. You'll be wrapping your fingers around your boney wrists for days, just trying to feel that pleasure again.

[He hates how his words get so easily thrown back at him. The best he can do is grit his teeth and ignore it but it's already clear Dabi hit a nerve. Not just with throwing Shigaraki's words back at him but with the truth about liking pain. Right now, even as they speak, his fingers are wrapped around his wrists- trying to mimic the tight pressure.]

You think you've got me all figured out huh? [It isn't hard. Everyone's got him figured out. But that's ok- it just means everyone isn't expecting him to rise to such competency or be able to accomplish what his ultimate goals are.] You helped me. Maybe I should help you and torture that inability to be touched out of you. Hmm?

[It sounds malicious but... it's not. During their little masturbation exploration earlier, Shigaraki had noticed something different about Dabi. One of his scars didn't quite match up- like it was new.]

I see you've tried scratching yourself like me.

[Ha. Ha. Ha.]

[Head smirks at the way Shigaraki is already rubbing his arms, not from pain, but because it feels good. He can tell the difference by now... which should probably say something about the different kinds of pain and pleasure they give each other. ]

You know I do. I can give you more of a rundown of just how much, but you didn't seem to like that the other day.

[Dabi does give pause at Shigaraki's words, though. Well... shit. He doesn't want to admit that that's exactly what he was thinking. How Shigaraki can somehow help him overcome this weakness. He doesn't want to call it help.]

You'd like that, wouldn't you? In any case, you're not tying me up.

[That's for damn sure, Dabi won't even consider that, especially after today. And then, he's surprised that Shigaraki has noticed even more than that. He tries to ignore his arm and not draw any more attention to it, or that Shigaraki got it right]

And you think that makes me needy like you are?

It's because what you said was unbecoming and untrue. [Defensive much?] Tying you up? Please. You'd just burn through whatever I'd use.

[He's still rubbing his wrists when he turns to Dabi, staring hard at him. Shigaraki has that dangerous glint in his eyes that implies he's really hard at working thinking of something.]

I wonder what would work on you, Dabi. A reward system? [He leans in a little closer as if to really size Dabi up.] You're needy. You're the one who came to me after all. It's not my fault I ended up liking what you had to offer.

I know you lie to everyone else, but lying to yourself is pathetic.

[Dabi counters. They both know what he said was very true and the defensiveness is so obvious.]

Then what are you on about if you already know that won't work?

[He's... actually a little curious, but he still snorts.]

A reward system? I'm not a dog.

[He eyes Shigaraki as the other man leans closer]

Don't mistake boredom for neediness. That's all it was and you seemed the easiest.

I'd be offended but you saying I'm the easiest is more of a statement about yourself. Only needy people go for the easiest.

[Honestly he isn't mad. A little peeved? Definitely but it doesn't show. Any negative emotion from Shigaraki is hard to read since he's rubbing at his wrists still.]

No? But aren't you about as responsive to touch as a stray unruly dog? Maybe if you tolerate me touching you for a few minutes at a time, I'll be more open to more degenerative shit you like. If you can't meet the time mark then you won't get anything.

Or lazy people. I happen to be very lazy and this is a way to pass the time. I can find someone else to pass the time if that's what you really want.

[He threatens, because he isn't going to get labeled needy no matter how many times Shigaraki says it. He doesn't need this at all. Of course it might be different now that they've got an actual thing going. He really doesn't want to have to find someone else. Shigaraki, as much as he hates to admit it, is good for this. Or for him. Whatever.]

Shut up, you fucking creep. You act like I can't get everything I want from you already. That's not much of a reward. You say no and then you bend over and take it a minute later, so you're going to have to try harder than that.

I'll think of something.

[Shigaraki looks away, staring off into the distance. His fingers around his wrist gently rub at the raw skin. This would be a challenge; he's not exactly experienced in sex or handling issues of intimacy. He had his own issues that weren't easily solved thanks to his quirk.]

But it'll be hard not knowing what's causing that irritable tic of yours.