[ Dabi hesitates, waiting to see what Shigaraki will do, staying still as the other man lowers himself down into his lap. Everything around him feels buzzy and warm, but Shigaraki on his lap feels a little scratchy. He knows that'll probably fade as well, so he waits. ]
Yeah. It's fine.
[he's too tense to kiss back for moment, but the more Shigaraki distracts him with it, the more Dabi settled down. He puts his hands on Shigaraki's thighs, raking his nails up and down them as he kisses back. ]
[This kiss is different from the other ones they've shared somehow. At first Shigaraki thinks it might be the alcohol. They're both buzzed. Well. Dabi is anyways, Shigaraki is pretty sure he drank far too fast to keep up with the other man. But it's not the alcohol that makes this kiss different. It makes it slower and sloppier for sure.
He can't quite put his finger on why this is different until it hits him; it's intimate. Shigaraki is so much closer than he's ever been and Dabi hasn't shoved him away. In fact, the hands on his thighs are encouraging if any. Taking this encouragement, he carefully places one hand on Dabi's shoulder and let's out a moan into the kiss on purpose. Hopefully Dabi won't reject the touch on his shoulder either.]
[ Dabi is blaming it entirely on the alcohol. He has to, or he'll think too hard about it and then it'll be even more uncomfortable than it is. Either way, the whole us thing is still in the back of his head. It's not like he wasn't thinking it too, he just didn't say it out loud.
He's trying to distract himself from the way Shigaraki feels on his lap, but he realizes he doesn't want to. His hands are already traveling up the other man's legs and he's already deep in this kiss, what more could... oh. Well now there's a hand on his shoulder and this is probably the closest he's ever willingly let Shigaraki get to him while kissing him.
It's far too gentle, it makes him squirm, and he wants to push the other man back and climb on top of him, let him know who's in control, but he forces himself to stay. It's really fine, as long they keep kissing. ]
[He grinds into Dabi's lap. The first time it's an accident. The second time? Purely intentional because the accidental one felt... nice? His mind feels hazy from the alcohol and the slowed kissing becomes boring for him. He nips at the other's lip, pulling on the skin as he wriggles on top of Dabi's lap, getting a little bit more aggressive as the time went on.
He can't help it that Dabi's hands feel encouraging to him.]
[ Dabi's hands tighten on Shigaraki's thighs when he starts grinding into his lap. It's a warning at first, but he can feel himself getting hard the more he moves, and he wants to press on. He doesn't want to run away from this like he always has the urge to do.
He wants Shigaraki to bite harder so he does it first, nipping back with more teeth and pull, but when the other starts grinding down harder, Dabi gasps, pulling back a bit. He doesn't know whether to tell him to speed up or slow down- all he knows is his heart is still beating hard in his chest. ]
[Shigaraki can feel both of them getting hard from the grinding, so when he bites down hard on Dabi's lip- he presses both of their growing erections into each other. Then, slowly, he eases up on both the bite and the grinding. His hips move slowly now as he focuses his attention on using more teeth and tongue on Dabi's lips.
He doesn't know what he's doing honestly. This felt like a good way to get Dabi to let him be closer and it was. Dabi hadn't pushed him away yet. But now he didn't know what to do in this position except to follow after his own growing urge.]
[ Shigaraki decides the speed for them, biting him harder and grinding slower. It's a combination Dabi thinks he can live with, even if it does feel more intimate- he tries not to think of it that way. When it's too soft, he has nothing to focus on but the softness and he's pretty sure that's what bothers him the most, but that isn't the case with what Shigaraki is doing. It's a balanced combination, even if the kisses are sloppier.
He knows that Shigaraki is clueless, and maybe that also helps, because Dabi knows that what the other man really needs is for him to be in control, and he can take it back any time he wants to. There was only one time that Shigaraki held him down and after that, he's always asked. It gives Dabi something to trust, even if he tells himself he should be careful with it.
So with that trust, Dabi reaches into Shigaraki's pants, brushing his fingers along his shaft- just teasing at first, to see how Shigaraki will react and how much harder he'll try grinding again. ]
[He breathes hard into the kiss, slipping a little in his slow grind as he leans into the warmth of Dabi's hand. His hips instinctively grind down harder and for a brief moment he loses any sense of rhythm or momentum to what he's doing. It doesn't make sense, or maybe he just can't think straight. But it's alright, Dabi's getting what he wants- the hard grind of Shigaraki's hips.
Everything's sloppy but that's the point. They didn't come here to drink and be precise- they came here to unwind and let go of those precision.
Shigaraki breathes harder into the kiss, pulling away briefly to catch his breath. There's a trail of saliva connecting their lips and when it breaks, leaking down Shigaraki's neck, he moves in again. He accidentally misses this kiss, clipping his teeth into Dabi's teeth but he just grumbles and corrects himself. Licking at Dabi's teeth as he tried to swallow the other's tongue.
His other hand touches Dabi's chest and he moans lowly as his hips roll forward.]
[ This is definitely unwinding in a way Dabi didn't think he'd ever do. Whether it's the drinks, or just Shigaraki, maybe a combination of both- he doesn't feel horrible and he feels a lot less itchy. Shigaraki would get a kick out of that, he's sure.
It's how desperate Shigaraki is that always gets to him, makes him want to go one step further, give up a little more of this disgust of being touched. There's very little about this that feels disgusting, even though they're horribly out of synch at the moment and Shigaraki is turning into a mess in his lap.
Maybe Dabi has to let himself just be a damn mess, too.
He grunts when the other man's teeth clatter into his, but then he's fully into it too, the wet sound of their kisses and groans filling the room as he leans into Shigaraki, pushing him back a little, but not off of his lap. Instead, he's grinding up against the other man, his hand moving faster around his cock. When Shigaraki's hand is far too gentle on his chest, Dabi lets out a low growl into the kiss and pulls back enough to speak against his lips. ]
[Using the hand on Dabi's chest, he shoves the other backwards into the couch. He then slides the hand up the other man's shirt, clawing at the skin underneath. It's not harsh, thanks to the gloves, but it's still rough. The only exposed finger trails along the edge of scarred skin and flesh until he brushes over Dabi's nipple. He grabs the small bud and tries his best to be more rough and forceful.
But it's hard to multitask. He tries to go back to kissing; it's even lazier than before. To the point where he's just opening his mouth to moan hotly into Dabi's mouth.
The hand on Dabi's shoulder grips the other tightly as he drives his hips down harder against Dabi, nearly thrusting into the other's hands. He squirms, trying to pull away because this is becoming too overwhelming for his drunken mind.]
Stop. [Shigaraki hisses, trying to bat away Dabi's hand around his cock.]
[ When he gets shoved back so suddenly, his sane mind is screaming for him to push Shigaraki off, but his drunk brain won't let up and he grips Shigaraki's cock tighter, stroking him harder as that rough hand slides up his chest.
Still, he lets out a whine, probably unlike any sound he's ever let out of his mouth before, squirming under the touch. Maybe trying to squirm away a little, but that rough twist of his nipple has him arching up, gasping into Shigaraki's open mouth kisses, or breathing, whatever the fuck they're even doing right now.
It's too much, and he feels overwhelmed, his head swimming and his body aching. He grabs at the hand on his chest just as Shigaraki tells him to stop, and then everything slows down. He does stop, pulling his hand out of Shigaraki's pants, along with gripping the other man's wrist to keep him from touching him anymore. ]
[He doesn't move off of Dabi completely but his movements are stopped. Shigaraki sits there ontop of Dabi's lap, panting at the sudden emptiness around his cock. He's keenly aware just how fucking turned on he is but everything is just sluggish.]
Don't touch me just- [He grunts, god his erection is actually painful.] Get yours out. Please.
He's panting a lot heavier than he thought he was as well, as he tries to shake the haze out of his brain, but it feels stuck there. This is what they wanted though, isn't it? At least they're trying.
Dabi lets go of Shigaraki's wrist, trusting that he'll keep it away for now. He isn't pushing the other man off his lap, as long as they slow down. Please isn't a thing he's heard in a little while, so it gets him moving again and he watches Shigaraki as he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out. He's achingly hard, but he still feels strange all over. At least it isn't intense disgust, so he tries to stick with the feelings he's got and roll with them.
He starts stroking himself slowly, watching and waiting to see what Shigaraki is going to do. ]
[He gives himself another minute to breathe, watching Dabi stroke his own cock. With just a little hesitation he moves to his own cock as well, and tries to match Dabi's movements. It's not as pleasant or comfortable as Dabi's hand with his gloves. But he doesn't care. All his attention is focused on mirroring Dabi's strokes and when he feels like he's able to match pace, he moves his other hand to grab the couch for balance.
All movement has ceased to exist for this moment as they both stroke themselves off with Shigaraki still on top of Dabi.
His panting picks back up, and he bites his bottom lip hard to stop himself from thrusting his hips a little.]
[ This... is better. It's good, because Shigaraki is still on top of him and he can stand it to the point where they don't really have to stop.
He keeps stroking himself, watching as Shigaraki does the same and it's calming to have him mimic his movements as closely as possible. It's like breathing in and out together, but in their own kind of way. He tightens his grip when he gets to the head of his cock, rubbing his thumb across the tip, dragging back and forth before bringing his hand back down again and stroking a little faster.
He watches all of Shigaraki's reactions toward his movements as they play out, his own breathing becoming slightly labored as well, the closer he gets. ]
[Shigaraki tries to keep pace with Dabi and visibly struggles to. He lets out a frustrated whine, one that would usually signal an incoming tantrum. Instead of getting upset that he can't mimic Dabi movement for movement, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back. His hand moves faster than Dabi's- skipping a few attentive steps on his cock. Instead of rubbing his thumb across the tip, he grips the head on the downstroke.
It's not quite what Dabi's doing but it's close enough that he gets the hang of it and is able to nearly mirror Dabi.
He moans low, eyes finally opening as he stares straight into Dabi's blue eyes. Everything still feels like it's moving faster than he wants to but between the alcohol and the pleasure- he's given up on making sense of this.]
[ Dabi doesn't mind that Shigaraki closes his eyes for a while, because it gives him time to regroup as well, especially with the alcohol settling heavily into his system.
He keeps his strokes the same, watching and waiting as Shigaraki figures them out for his own, making himself feel good. Just watching is turning him on- the way the two of them are close like this, without any of the discomfort either of them might feel.
When Shigaraki's eyes open to look at him, Dabi bites at his lip and lets out a moan, sliding his legs up so his thighs press against the other man's back. ]
I'm close.
[He warns, because they're in this together, and he wants them to come together. ]
[He starts to breathe harder, jerking faster now. Shigaraki's close too and he wants to come with Dabi- to make a mess of Dabi's lap together. Surprisingly he's a lot quieter like this. Not because it doesn't feel good but the alcohol seems to really impact how he's reacting and behaving here.
He's no longer trying to keep up with Dabi and instead is trying his best to come now. He rocks his hips a little into Dabi's lap, mouth moving in a silent incomprehensible sentence. Only the stuttered sounds of his breath and the sudden stillness of his body signal how close he is.]
Dabi.
[He falters forward as he comes hard, catching himself on the couch just barely as he aims his load at Dabi's cock. Who can say if this was intentional or not, it's hard to tell with Shigaraki sometime but he's moaning loud for Dabi.]
Dabi. I- [His mind feels white hot, and his cock is throbbing painfully from release.
Shigaraki leans forward, licking at Dabi's scarred lip for another kiss. He does it without thinking, moving their bodies closer together so that his own cock was touching Dabi's.]
[ Dabi doesn't know if he likes how much quieter Shigaraki is like this, but in this moment he doesn't really mind just listening to the sound of their breathing and the small grunts that escape him when he strokes himself harder.
Dabi finds himself rocking his hips up against Shigaraki's as well- not too hard, not to fast, but just enough to feel that pressure. He's so close. So damn close. All he needs is that one push, and when Shigaraki says his name, spilling into him, Dabi loses all composure as well.
Shigaraki is so loud it'll be a fucking wonder if none of the rest of their league figure out what's going on here, but Dabi has never given a single shit about that, and it only makes this whole thing more enjoyable as he moans, listening to Shigaraki go on and on as he comes.
Dabi's insides are tingling, his mind is hazy and all he wants to do is lean up into that kiss, his body tensing and relaxing as Shigaraki pretty much lays on top of him. The feel of the other man's cock against his sends a jolt through him and he reaches up to grab at Shigaraki's hair, pulling him into a deeper kiss. ]
[He can feel the pulse of Dabi's cock against his own. Like two beating hearts trying to synchronize. Just the contact alone is electrifying, especially with how hot both cocks are and how slick they were from spilled come. It's an entirely different experience for Shigaraki that makes him moan loudly into the kiss, and lean heavily into Dabi's body.
He's not doing it on purpose, the closeness that is. His alcohol addled mind doesn't even consider that Dabi could shove him off as his only focus now is to chase after that primal instinct. He wants more even after the fact that they'd both finished and his body was tingling with pleasure.
Shigaraki let's Dabi pull his hair, squirming on top his lap to kiss deeper. His breathing is all over the place; hard, erratic, quick, short and long. His eyes close again as he presses harder into the kiss with another loud moan. Someone walking by Dabi's room is definitely hearing something going on inside.]
[ Shigaraki is suddenly closer, and Dabi's own hips are rocking up to press their cocks closer together, his body clearly wanting more than he usually lets himself go for. He's blissed out from his orgasm, but he's starting to feel uncomfortable even despite that. Still, he doesn't stop or push Shigaraki away. He really doesn't want to.
He lets out a whimpering moan into their kiss, his free hand gripping Shigaraki's hip so tightly as if he might push or pull, but all he does is hold on.
Dabi can feel his toes curl against the couch, every breath getting lost against Shigaraki's mouth until he starts feeling dizzy with it all. He has to break away from the kiss, dropping his head back to gulp in some air, his hands heating up as a burning, fiery sensation moves through his body.
He doesn't want to tell Shigaraki to stop, but he feels like he might burst into flames, so he grabs the other man's shoulder and tries to push him back a little, gasping. ]
[Saying his name, Tomura and not Shigaraki, gets him to snap out of this haze. He's still not able to think clearly but somehow he's stopped and he's pulling back from Dabi. It also helps that Dabi's pushing him a little as it guides his movement backwards and gives him the space to breathe and think with his brain. (Not his dick.)
Shigaraki tries to sit backwards, nearly falling off of Dabi in the process. He's not trying to move too far away just enough so that he can breathe again. Wants space so that he's not so exposed.
Shigaraki doesn't say anything, just breathes hard and stares at Dabi.]
[ Dabi would have shoved Shigaraki off completely if he hadn't moved right when he did. Even so, he's pulling back, squirming away from the other man so he can sit up. He doesn't have time to tuck himself away or clean the mess up from between his legs before he's wrapping his arms around himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he groans, feeling his flames want to rise to the surface.
He gasps, digging his fingers into his scarred flesh, trying to control it with pain, with something so he doesn't end up lighting this whole place up with his flames. He practically tumbles off the couch as he tries to move away from Shigaraki and sits curled up in the middle of the floor, bringing his legs up to his chest, gripping his hair hard.
Dabi remembers how many times this used to happen, and how much it used to hurt, but none of that mattered because he was a goddamn Todoroki and nothing else was more important than that. He's pretty sure he can already smell his skin burning, and it's so sickening, every inch of him hurts so much. ]
[Even with the haze, Shigaraki knows something's wrong. Whatever's going on- it isn't good. He recognizes the signs of what Dabi's doing. He's done it before too. Many times. That's why there's that scratching with him, it helps to keep him grounded and focused in the now rather than the past.]
Dabi.
[He says clearly. Trying to keep him grounded and remind him of who he is. Where he is.
Shigaraki makes no movement to reach out to the other- he's drunk but not stupid. Plus he can feel the radiant heat coming off from Dabi. This could be bad if he doesn't try to help the other manage this now.]
You're alright, Dabi. You're with me. Tomura, remember? [A pause.] And you're Dabi.
[ He's concentrating so hard on not bursting into flames that everything in the present feels far too distant, and there's just so much of the past sneaking in that he wants to shove away, but it feels overwhelming. He wasn't good enough back then, he could barely stop the flames.
Dabi, he hears, over the beating pulse in his ears. It's who he is, who he wants to be. He just needs to stop these flames and then he can get back to his own life.
What he needs is pain. Something stronger than the burning of his skin, and when he looks up at the second name that's uttered, he sees Shigaraki there. He wants to reach out to him, but he doesn't dare move. ]
Help me.
[It comes out more pathetic than he ever thought he could sound- like a fucking child, waiting to get rescued.]
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Date: 2018-07-22 07:51 am (UTC)Yeah. It's fine.
[he's too tense to kiss back for moment, but the more Shigaraki distracts him with it, the more Dabi settled down. He puts his hands on Shigaraki's thighs, raking his nails up and down them as he kisses back. ]
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Date: 2018-07-22 08:03 am (UTC)He can't quite put his finger on why this is different until it hits him; it's intimate. Shigaraki is so much closer than he's ever been and Dabi hasn't shoved him away. In fact, the hands on his thighs are encouraging if any. Taking this encouragement, he carefully places one hand on Dabi's shoulder and let's out a moan into the kiss on purpose. Hopefully Dabi won't reject the touch on his shoulder either.]
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Date: 2018-07-22 08:09 am (UTC)He's trying to distract himself from the way Shigaraki feels on his lap, but he realizes he doesn't want to. His hands are already traveling up the other man's legs and he's already deep in this kiss, what more could... oh. Well now there's a hand on his shoulder and this is probably the closest he's ever willingly let Shigaraki get to him while kissing him.
It's far too gentle, it makes him squirm, and he wants to push the other man back and climb on top of him, let him know who's in control, but he forces himself to stay. It's really fine, as long they keep kissing. ]
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Date: 2018-07-22 08:28 am (UTC)He can't help it that Dabi's hands feel encouraging to him.]
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Date: 2018-07-22 06:46 pm (UTC)He wants Shigaraki to bite harder so he does it first, nipping back with more teeth and pull, but when the other starts grinding down harder, Dabi gasps, pulling back a bit. He doesn't know whether to tell him to speed up or slow down- all he knows is his heart is still beating hard in his chest. ]
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Date: 2018-07-22 07:36 pm (UTC)He doesn't know what he's doing honestly. This felt like a good way to get Dabi to let him be closer and it was. Dabi hadn't pushed him away yet. But now he didn't know what to do in this position except to follow after his own growing urge.]
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Date: 2018-07-22 08:02 pm (UTC)He knows that Shigaraki is clueless, and maybe that also helps, because Dabi knows that what the other man really needs is for him to be in control, and he can take it back any time he wants to. There was only one time that Shigaraki held him down and after that, he's always asked. It gives Dabi something to trust, even if he tells himself he should be careful with it.
So with that trust, Dabi reaches into Shigaraki's pants, brushing his fingers along his shaft- just teasing at first, to see how Shigaraki will react and how much harder he'll try grinding again. ]
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Date: 2018-07-22 08:17 pm (UTC)Everything's sloppy but that's the point. They didn't come here to drink and be precise- they came here to unwind and let go of those precision.
Shigaraki breathes harder into the kiss, pulling away briefly to catch his breath. There's a trail of saliva connecting their lips and when it breaks, leaking down Shigaraki's neck, he moves in again. He accidentally misses this kiss, clipping his teeth into Dabi's teeth but he just grumbles and corrects himself. Licking at Dabi's teeth as he tried to swallow the other's tongue.
His other hand touches Dabi's chest and he moans lowly as his hips roll forward.]
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Date: 2018-07-22 09:02 pm (UTC)It's how desperate Shigaraki is that always gets to him, makes him want to go one step further, give up a little more of this disgust of being touched. There's very little about this that feels disgusting, even though they're horribly out of synch at the moment and Shigaraki is turning into a mess in his lap.
Maybe Dabi has to let himself just be a damn mess, too.
He grunts when the other man's teeth clatter into his, but then he's fully into it too, the wet sound of their kisses and groans filling the room as he leans into Shigaraki, pushing him back a little, but not off of his lap. Instead, he's grinding up against the other man, his hand moving faster around his cock. When Shigaraki's hand is far too gentle on his chest, Dabi lets out a low growl into the kiss and pulls back enough to speak against his lips. ]
Harder. Don't make me shove you off.
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Date: 2018-07-22 09:22 pm (UTC)But it's hard to multitask. He tries to go back to kissing; it's even lazier than before. To the point where he's just opening his mouth to moan hotly into Dabi's mouth.
The hand on Dabi's shoulder grips the other tightly as he drives his hips down harder against Dabi, nearly thrusting into the other's hands. He squirms, trying to pull away because this is becoming too overwhelming for his drunken mind.]
Stop. [Shigaraki hisses, trying to bat away Dabi's hand around his cock.]
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Date: 2018-07-22 10:01 pm (UTC)Still, he lets out a whine, probably unlike any sound he's ever let out of his mouth before, squirming under the touch. Maybe trying to squirm away a little, but that rough twist of his nipple has him arching up, gasping into Shigaraki's open mouth kisses, or breathing, whatever the fuck they're even doing right now.
It's too much, and he feels overwhelmed, his head swimming and his body aching. He grabs at the hand on his chest just as Shigaraki tells him to stop, and then everything slows down. He does stop, pulling his hand out of Shigaraki's pants, along with gripping the other man's wrist to keep him from touching him anymore. ]
It's too much.
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Date: 2018-07-22 10:13 pm (UTC)[He doesn't move off of Dabi completely but his movements are stopped. Shigaraki sits there ontop of Dabi's lap, panting at the sudden emptiness around his cock. He's keenly aware just how fucking turned on he is but everything is just sluggish.]
Don't touch me just- [He grunts, god his erection is actually painful.] Get yours out. Please.
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Date: 2018-07-22 10:20 pm (UTC)He's panting a lot heavier than he thought he was as well, as he tries to shake the haze out of his brain, but it feels stuck there. This is what they wanted though, isn't it? At least they're trying.
Dabi lets go of Shigaraki's wrist, trusting that he'll keep it away for now. He isn't pushing the other man off his lap, as long as they slow down. Please isn't a thing he's heard in a little while, so it gets him moving again and he watches Shigaraki as he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out. He's achingly hard, but he still feels strange all over. At least it isn't intense disgust, so he tries to stick with the feelings he's got and roll with them.
He starts stroking himself slowly, watching and waiting to see what Shigaraki is going to do. ]
Go slow.
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Date: 2018-07-22 10:40 pm (UTC)All movement has ceased to exist for this moment as they both stroke themselves off with Shigaraki still on top of Dabi.
His panting picks back up, and he bites his bottom lip hard to stop himself from thrusting his hips a little.]
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Date: 2018-07-23 04:53 pm (UTC)He keeps stroking himself, watching as Shigaraki does the same and it's calming to have him mimic his movements as closely as possible. It's like breathing in and out together, but in their own kind of way. He tightens his grip when he gets to the head of his cock, rubbing his thumb across the tip, dragging back and forth before bringing his hand back down again and stroking a little faster.
He watches all of Shigaraki's reactions toward his movements as they play out, his own breathing becoming slightly labored as well, the closer he gets. ]
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Date: 2018-07-23 10:52 pm (UTC)It's not quite what Dabi's doing but it's close enough that he gets the hang of it and is able to nearly mirror Dabi.
He moans low, eyes finally opening as he stares straight into Dabi's blue eyes. Everything still feels like it's moving faster than he wants to but between the alcohol and the pleasure- he's given up on making sense of this.]
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Date: 2018-07-24 01:56 am (UTC)He keeps his strokes the same, watching and waiting as Shigaraki figures them out for his own, making himself feel good. Just watching is turning him on- the way the two of them are close like this, without any of the discomfort either of them might feel.
When Shigaraki's eyes open to look at him, Dabi bites at his lip and lets out a moan, sliding his legs up so his thighs press against the other man's back. ]
I'm close.
[He warns, because they're in this together, and he wants them to come together. ]
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Date: 2018-07-24 07:00 am (UTC)He's no longer trying to keep up with Dabi and instead is trying his best to come now. He rocks his hips a little into Dabi's lap, mouth moving in a silent incomprehensible sentence. Only the stuttered sounds of his breath and the sudden stillness of his body signal how close he is.]
Dabi.
[He falters forward as he comes hard, catching himself on the couch just barely as he aims his load at Dabi's cock. Who can say if this was intentional or not, it's hard to tell with Shigaraki sometime but he's moaning loud for Dabi.]
Dabi. I- [His mind feels white hot, and his cock is throbbing painfully from release.
Shigaraki leans forward, licking at Dabi's scarred lip for another kiss. He does it without thinking, moving their bodies closer together so that his own cock was touching Dabi's.]
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Date: 2018-07-24 07:13 am (UTC)Dabi finds himself rocking his hips up against Shigaraki's as well- not too hard, not to fast, but just enough to feel that pressure. He's so close. So damn close. All he needs is that one push, and when Shigaraki says his name, spilling into him, Dabi loses all composure as well.
Shigaraki is so loud it'll be a fucking wonder if none of the rest of their league figure out what's going on here, but Dabi has never given a single shit about that, and it only makes this whole thing more enjoyable as he moans, listening to Shigaraki go on and on as he comes.
Dabi's insides are tingling, his mind is hazy and all he wants to do is lean up into that kiss, his body tensing and relaxing as Shigaraki pretty much lays on top of him. The feel of the other man's cock against his sends a jolt through him and he reaches up to grab at Shigaraki's hair, pulling him into a deeper kiss. ]
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Date: 2018-07-24 07:30 am (UTC)He's not doing it on purpose, the closeness that is. His alcohol addled mind doesn't even consider that Dabi could shove him off as his only focus now is to chase after that primal instinct. He wants more even after the fact that they'd both finished and his body was tingling with pleasure.
Shigaraki let's Dabi pull his hair, squirming on top his lap to kiss deeper. His breathing is all over the place; hard, erratic, quick, short and long. His eyes close again as he presses harder into the kiss with another loud moan. Someone walking by Dabi's room is definitely hearing something going on inside.]
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Date: 2018-07-24 08:01 am (UTC)He lets out a whimpering moan into their kiss, his free hand gripping Shigaraki's hip so tightly as if he might push or pull, but all he does is hold on.
Dabi can feel his toes curl against the couch, every breath getting lost against Shigaraki's mouth until he starts feeling dizzy with it all. He has to break away from the kiss, dropping his head back to gulp in some air, his hands heating up as a burning, fiery sensation moves through his body.
He doesn't want to tell Shigaraki to stop, but he feels like he might burst into flames, so he grabs the other man's shoulder and tries to push him back a little, gasping. ]
Stop. Tomura, stop.
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Date: 2018-07-24 08:15 am (UTC)Shigaraki tries to sit backwards, nearly falling off of Dabi in the process. He's not trying to move too far away just enough so that he can breathe again. Wants space so that he's not so exposed.
Shigaraki doesn't say anything, just breathes hard and stares at Dabi.]
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Date: 2018-07-24 08:35 am (UTC)He gasps, digging his fingers into his scarred flesh, trying to control it with pain, with something so he doesn't end up lighting this whole place up with his flames. He practically tumbles off the couch as he tries to move away from Shigaraki and sits curled up in the middle of the floor, bringing his legs up to his chest, gripping his hair hard.
Dabi remembers how many times this used to happen, and how much it used to hurt, but none of that mattered because he was a goddamn Todoroki and nothing else was more important than that. He's pretty sure he can already smell his skin burning, and it's so sickening, every inch of him hurts so much. ]
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Date: 2018-07-24 08:46 am (UTC)Dabi.
[He says clearly. Trying to keep him grounded and remind him of who he is. Where he is.
Shigaraki makes no movement to reach out to the other- he's drunk but not stupid. Plus he can feel the radiant heat coming off from Dabi. This could be bad if he doesn't try to help the other manage this now.]
You're alright, Dabi. You're with me. Tomura, remember? [A pause.] And you're Dabi.
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Date: 2018-07-24 09:03 am (UTC)Dabi, he hears, over the beating pulse in his ears. It's who he is, who he wants to be. He just needs to stop these flames and then he can get back to his own life.
What he needs is pain. Something stronger than the burning of his skin, and when he looks up at the second name that's uttered, he sees Shigaraki there. He wants to reach out to him, but he doesn't dare move. ]
Help me.
[It comes out more pathetic than he ever thought he could sound- like a fucking child, waiting to get rescued.]
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