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Took you long enough. Thought you might have drowned in there.

[He's trying to win against this boss fight and it's... not going well at all. Dodging more than he's able to hit at the boss and the longer the fight drags on the more desperate his character moves around until, finally, he's able to overcome the boss.]

That's enough of that.

[He can handle losing to Dabi in a fighting game, he apparently can't handle almost losing to an NPC boss.]

Give me a break, I was enjoying myself.

[just for that, Shigaraki gets a flick to the ear in hopes that it might throw his game off a little.

He watches the rest of it anyway, picking up any tips or tricks that might be useful to kick Shigaraki's ass later on.

He smirks when he starts to see the annoyance on the other man's face when he starts getting desperate and beating.]

Wow he's really dragging you down. I can see the creases in your forehead.

[Dabi taunts, flicking at Shigaraki some more. At least the other man isn't scratching nervously. In fact, he's pretty sure it's been a few hours since that's happened.]

Ow. Stop that.

[He tries to shield his ear into his shoulder to avoid getting flicked more. Dammit Dabi you're throwing him off his groove! Finally he manages to make it to a save point.]

That was only the second time I've fought that boss, of course he was dragging me down.

Sure it was.

[Dabi says as if he absolutely doesn't believe him, just because he knows it'll irritate him. He does still like to irritate Shigaraki after all.

That, and as interesting as it is to watch the other man play for a little while, if he's gonna stay, he wants attention.]

Are you done now?

Yeah.

[He sets the controller to the side and finally looks over at Dabi, the first time he has since the other left to go grab... whatever it was he had to get out of his room. Dabi looks nicer, maybe it's the shower or the carefree sleepwear- Shigaraki isn't sure what it is.]

You look nice. [That's weird.] You get what you needed?

[ The compliment throws Dabi for a loop and it's what finally gets him to stop flicking at Shigaraki. He looks nice? What the hell does he even say to that? ]

My hair's a fucking mess. I don't know what kind of ridiculous shampoo you use, but now I know why your hair always looks like the fucking fluffiest cotton candy.

[That's what he says instead of... thank you? ]

Yeah, i just needed to grab my sleep shit... you told me to stay, right?

Cotton candy? [He's used to being called mophead. Mops didn't exactly remind him of cotton candy.] I did.

[Though it wasn't an order. Not like the first time Dabi stayed in his room so this felt... different?]

I should get dressed. [But he doesn't want to for sleep.]

Yeah. Look at it.

[Dabi even reaches out and swishes his fingers through it. Sure, it does end up looking like a mop most days, when Shigaraki just forgets to shower for days because there are a dozen other things on his mind. But then sometimes it looks like... well... fluffy cotton candy. ]

Then I'm staying.

[Even if it's not an order. He's trying to act like it's not different, but it probably is. He lays back on the mattress and waves a hand at Shigaraki.]

Don't let me stop you.

[Shigaraki grimaces when Dabi messes with his hair but doesn't complain. Is his hair soft? He doesn't really know or care. Nothing about him is soft so it's foreign to think of something being soft on him.

But he does stand up, stripping down of his clothes and kicking them wherever which way. Maybe Dabi was right. His room was a mess. It doesn't matter though, he can put them away tomorrow. He grabs a fresh pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. He throws the shirt at the mattress, and slips the pants on before sitting back down.]

Really? Soft?

[He asks, still hung up on that detail as he slips his shirt on.]

[ Dabi realizes he wouldn't care if Shigaraki stayed naked. They always have half their clothes on when fucking around, but Shigaraki is not terrible looking. Definitely not as gross as Dabi had spouted off when he first met the man.

So just like always, he takes in a good eyeful of Shigaraki when he changes, not even attempting to hide that he's staring, even when he comes to sit back down on the bed, fully clothed once again. ]

When you wash it, anyway. Yeah, it's soft. You sound so fucking surprised.

[He reaches out to fuck with it again. Now that they're talking about it, the softness is kind of nice. He wouldn't imagine anything on Shigaraki to be soft, but here they are.]

Could use a cut, though, mophead.

Soft's not a word I hear used to describe me, Dabi. [He shoves at the other, still wearing his gloves after all. These were probably the best thing about today honestly.] I don't need a haircut.

[It does need a cut. On days that he doesn't wash his hair, it's an unkempt mess. Even when he washes his hair? It's like he barely brushes it. Whatever. He slips his shirt on, running a hand down his neck to press into the healing bruises Dabi gave him the other night.]

Ugh.

Relax, I'm just talking about your hair. I only noticed cause of your shampoo. And you do need a fucking haircut.

[He snorts, tugging at a longer strand before Shigaraki shoves at him. He lets his hand fall back on the bed, unbothered.]

What are you getting ready to bitch about now?

[Dabi asks as his gaze falls down to Shigaraki's neck. The bruises are still vivid against such pale skin. He's sure he can make them even darker.]

Well, I'm not getting one. [It's too risky now anyways and he doesnt trust the others to cute it properly.]

And I'm not bitching. [He's bitching.] My neck is so fucking sore, it actually hurts.

[And it's not from his usual scratching, as Dabi can already see. Despite the abuse from Shigaraki's fingers, it doesn't take much to make a bruise on the pale leader.]

I could do it for you.

[he offers, and that's probably crossing some sort of line again. Not that it seems to matter anymore, they're crossing lines all over the place. It's not like they can get anyone else to do it for them. Dabi doesn't get his hair like this by magic, he does it himself.]

You're bitching. Come here.

[Dabi says, but he's the one who ends up moving closer, sliding his fingers up along the other man's neck, pushing his fingers out of the way. He leans in and nips at one of them, before running his tongue along it.]

It's not even that bad. I know you like them, you can't stop touching them.

[Dabi? Cutting his hair? Well they've certainly crossed different lines this week. But... knowing Dabi's persistence with getting Shigaraki to try new things; Shigaraki is inclined to decline the offer.]

You'd do something I wouldn't like.

[Come here, he says when really he should have asked Shigaraki to stay still. The other man moves in, messing with the bruises. He's right though. He does like the bruises- they give him a different sensation to indulge in. One that doesn't scratch his skin raw.]

It still fucking hurts!

What's there to do? Your hair is pretty straightforward. Don't worry, I won't shave the underparts like those idiot kids these days.

[As if they're so much older. Dabi definitely feels older. He feels especially older than Shigaraki, the more the other man whines. He doesn't stop messing with them, even while Shigaraki protests. Instead he smirks against his skin, grabbing his chin and starts leaving kisses along the bruises instead. It's no big deal. They've kissed each other plenty of times.]

It's fine as it is. Any longer and I'll think about getting it cut.

[He likes it long. It gives him a veil to hide behind along with his hands. His hair also hides the scarring on his face. Especially the one underneath his eye and the one on the corner of his lip.

Shigaraki doesn't push the other away from the kisses. In fact? He relaxes into them. He doesn't even mind the other grabbing his chin for a little bit. Until he starts to mind and tries to crane his head away from the grasp. But not the kisses.]

Why is this so nice? [It's rhetoric because he was mumbling more to himself. But it's not a complaint either. Just... something he never thought would actually feel good?]

Don't worry, I won't stab you with the scissors, if that's what you're worried about.

[He knows Shigaraki isn't. They... have this sort of trust thing going on, he thinks. He wouldn't let anyone else ever touch him the way Shigaraki does, that's for damn sure. It's like the other man said to him not long ago- he doesn't have to worry, because he's always careful with his touch. And while Dabi is less careful, he knows Shigaraki probably needs a little forcefulness sometimes.

Which is why, even when Shigaraki tries to move out of his hold, Dabi tightens his hand for a moment, sucking on one of the bruises just a bit in retaliation before he lets go, dropping his hand to the other man's chest as he continues kissing.

Nice isn't a word Dabi is used to, much like soft seemed out of place for Shigaraki. He hums against pale skin, then kisses up to his ear.]

I'm never nice. You're losing your mind.

That's not what I meant, asshole.

[To both the hair-cutting and the nice comment. He does squirm with Dabi suck at one of the bruises, and nearly wriggles away from the trail of kisses to his ear.]

You're insufferable sometimes, you know that? [But he's not stopping Dabi. Not willingly anyways. His body still fights what is foreign to him.]

Still don't understand why you can touch but you're so against being touched.

Mm yeah. I know.

[Dabi says as though he's infinitely proud of how insufferable he is. It's like an art and really, would Shigaraki like it any different if he didn't have someone insufferable to keep him on his toes? He'd be so bored.

he doesn't let the other man move away from the kisses, curling his fingers into his shirt to keep him there as he continues them down his jaw. It really is nice, and maybe too sweet and intimate. But Dabi isn't really thinking about that right now. He tells himself he's just trying to shut Shigaraki up from all the whining about how much it hurts.

He does pause at the pseudo question, though. Shigaraki words it differently this time. He's asking in a different way-not as something he wants to gain from Dabi, but just sheer curiosity. Dabi tells himself not to trust it either way. This is how they are tonight, but it could be a different story tomorrow. They're both fickle and will use things against each other when needed.]

Why does it matter so much?

It doesn't. It's just peculiar.

[He's honestly just curious. It's interesting to him that Dabi's like this- capable of kissing him, touching him intimately. But if the tables get reversed- he's suddenly scared and backing out of it.]

Is it because you want to be in control of what's being touched?

[Shigaraki holds out his hand in front of him- he's not going to force Dabi to do anything because what they're doing now? Is nice. But it's there if Dabi wants it, he supposes.]

Peculiar.

[Dabi says as if that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. He pulls back, looking at the other man. He's really trying not to get defensive, but it's not as if Shigaraki has some weird shit of his own going on.]

You mean peculiar like how you wear a dozen hands all over your body and call the one on your face 'Father'?

[Dabi eyes the hand in front of him. It's an offer, he knows it. Not anything to be forced on him. Still, he looks at it warily.]

Of course that's what I want.

[He backs off on the topic when the subject of his hands get brought up. But he doesn't pull his hand away either.]

It's late. I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to. [That and despite the earlier discomfort he put Dabi through and the picture? Today was a good day.]

I'm just interested in you, Dabi.

[ Of course Shigaraki backs off. Dabi knows that's not something he particularly wants to talk about either. They both have their things. He does believe Shigaraki when he says he doesn't want to force him to do something he doesn't want to do, so he takes the other man's outstretched hand and slides it up along his neck. ]

Why are you interested in me?

[It seems as strange as soft and nice. Other than using him for his Quirk or his villainy, interested in him, in this capacity- it's never really come up. Though Dabi supposes that has to be what this is, the two of them carrying on like this since that fateful day when he barged into Shigaraki's room, telling him he was bored.]

[He lets the other move his hand and makes no moves of his own. He wasn't trying to trick Dabi. A part of him genuinely wanted to return the favor of touch.]

I don't know. I like what we have?

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https://78.media.tumblr.com/b5ce7172d8fc5af2bcb74b690beaebee/tumblr_p9v7dfYszB1webi1po1_500.jpg

Lmaooo that's so great XD Dabi is loving it.

i love that picture, the details on both Shiga and Dabi are 10/10

fuck yes. belly button ring lmao and i especially love the bite marks on shigs xD

the bite marks are <3

that thigh one. mmm.

:ok_hands:

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https://78.media.tumblr.com/e33e04bf41d85f50a1fac25e56a78a49/tumblr_p6fglpehJM1vilvzbo1_1280.png

ahh i love them

i'm trying to find my favorite one. i'll get back to you on that xD

take your time c:

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