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[ It's nice to get the upper hand once again and Dabi realizes just how nervous he was there for a minute or two. Nervous, and anxious and fucking exhausted at the prospect of giving himself over to something he didn't really want to do. He would have done it anyway, but he would have hated Shigaraki for it and he realizes maybe he doesn't completely dislike the other man now.

Maybe.

Dabi waits, watching the struggle on the other man's face, and then in the most dramatic fashion, he gets down on his knees. It only makes Dabi harder, his hardon straining to get free.

He doesn't taunt Shigaraki this time. He doesn't say anything at all. He just spreads his legs and slides a hand down over the bulge in his pants, finally letting out a relieved breath at the feel of his own friction. He's never had anyone watch him before, so he's curious to see how much he'll like this. As he opens up his pants and slips a hand inside, he has a feeling it's going to be good. ]

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[He's not so angry on his knees anymore once Dabi actually gets moving. It helps too that the other didn't taunt him because he visibly relaxes as he watches Dabi slip a hand inside his pants. Shigaraki makes a small noise at the back of his throat, reminding Dabi that he has a waiting audience who wants to see everything.

Dabi may have gotten to call the shots on how he got off but that doesn't mean Shigaraki isn't going to make suggestions. Demands really.

He wonders too if Dabi's being like this on purpose because the hard floor isn't exactly optimal for sitting there on his knees. It's the kind of pain that doesn't hurt but hurts because it's constantly there and since he has nothing to do but watch Dabi, there isn't a lot of distraction from his knees. He finds himself shifting a bit but that makes it worse.

This was going to be more hellish than he anticipated.]

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[ Dabi's eyes almost slip closed- a mistake, really- until Shigaraki lets out that sound. He looks at him and he can already tell what this is going to be. Shigaraki making demands, being impatient...

Dabi kind of likes it.

So he shoves at his pants, pushing them down over his ass along with his underwear, so he can fish his cock out and give Shigaraki a good look. It's all hard flesh, with a frenum piercing that looks much like the ones in his ears, unlike the staples at his scars.

He isn't being like this on purpose, for once, but seeing Shigaraki uncomfortable on he's knees does help. His lips part as he starts stroking himself, letting out a breath instead of a sound. He's not big on sounds. Or... not as big on them as Shigaraki is, apparently. ]

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[Shigaraki watches closely, taking in every detail of Dabi's cock. The piercing definitely catches his eyes, staring intently with a little bit of awe. It's completely unexpected but it's also something he wouldn't put past Dabi. He imagines what it must taste like- having the tang of metal with the taste of flesh. It makes him swallow hard just thinking about it. He lets himself get lost in the thought of Dabi's piercing and for a while it distracts him from the ache in his knees.

But then the breath catches his attention as he looks up into Dabi's blue eyes. It reminds him again of the position he's in. Watching from the floor like some dog.

He unlaces his hands, starting to scratch at his neck in tune with Dabi's strokes. It's the only thing he can do to distract himself from the uncomfortable hard floor and still enjoy the little show.]

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[ There's an unbelievable sense of relief at being able to relieve himself like this and he doesn't waste any time as he strokes himself, slumping down a little more in the chair- The chair that smells like Shigaraki- it isn't lost on him, the way that makes him feel.

He keeps his eyes on the other man, stroking slow at first, then picking up speed, using his thumb to stimulate the piercing on each up stroke. He's breathing a little harder now, but still there's no sound.

Shigaraki looks uncomfortable, but he isn't making any demands and that surprises Dabi. There's a lot about Shigaraki that has surprised him tonight, actually. When he starts scratching though, it irritates him as well, and his strokes slow down as he sits up a little. He wonders if he'll regret this, but... so far, Shigaraki has behaved himself.]

Come closer.

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[He takes note of how Dabi strokes his cock. Admiring the use of his thumb on the piercing. The details aren't lost to him and while he's only ever bothered with the subject of sex twice (well.. thrice now if you count watching Dabi masturbate), he has a beginners understanding of what must feel good for Dabi.

But he snaps out of his thoughts when Dabi asks him to come closer, and he sighs irritably. Annoyed that he has to move when he was just getting comfortable. But he doesn't argue, moves so that he's right between the other's legs.]

Yes Dabi? I'm closer now, can you continue now?

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[ This amuses Dabi and he gives a small smirk, finally coming back to himself more completely now. He spreads his legs a little wider to make room for the other, still stroking slowly. It's too slow, and he knows he could probably get off in seconds if he really put his mind to it, but he's still curious about how this will play out. ]

Hm.

[He responds, then with the hand not on his cock, he reaches out, running his thumb across Shigaraki's cracked lips. It's a back and forth motion as he keeps stroking himself, and then he takes two fingers and shoves them into Shigaraki's mouth, sliding them against his tongue. ]

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[Dabi wants to touch his lips? That's fine. Whatever. He lets out a puff of breath as his attention turns back onto the way Dabi strokes himself. Mesmirzed by the motion and the feeling of Dabi's thumb against his lip. It's more soothing than scratching his neck.

But then two fingers get shoved into his mouth unexpectedly and he chokes a little, opening his mouth wider- hoping that'll stop him from gagging. It's clear he's not sure what to do, glaring up at the other. But he doesn't pull away or bite the other.

He does, however, make a displeased sound in the back of his throat. Opening wider didn't help at all, and so he gently closes his mouth again.]

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[ Dabi makes the first sound since he's been stroking himself, a small moan escaping at the way Shigaraki chokes on his fingers. It seems like they both like that sort of thing. Shigaraki made him choke plenty, so Dabi will retur the personal favor.

The glare makes him smirk and his long fingers stroke faster, his head falling back a little, but his fingers still pressing forward. Shigaraki finally gets it, tightening his lips around his fingers, and Dabi lets out a slighter moan, his hips bucking up into his hand. ]

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[He tries to push back Dabi's intruding fingers with his tongue, fighting the other for the space in his mouth. It's clear he doesn't have the experience Dabi has but he has the determination. That should make up for it right? But soon there's too much saliva in his mouth and Shigaraki finally gets the bright idea that he should start sucking.

And so he sucks on the fire users fingers. It's unpleasant for him because it's distracting him from the show of Dabi jerking off and his mouth is already trying to ache from locking his jaw for the invasive fingers. He let's his teeth rest gently on the skin in his mouth. Luckily he doesn't bite down though it's a risk Dabi must have considered.

Dabi's moan is unexpected. Shigaraki isn't sure what to watch- his face or his cock. It's kinda overwhelming what's going on and he's not even on the receiving end, or the giving end, of Dabi's pleasure.]

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[ Determination is all Dabi needs. He can work with this. And while Shigaraki is slow on the uptake with this whole experience, when he finally gets it, it's worth it.

When he starts sucking, Dabi bites at his scarred lip, trying not to let out another moan, but mostly failing. If Shigaraki wants to bite, Dabi is perfectly fine with that, but just the scrape of those teeth are enough and squirms a little in his seat. Oh yes, this is definitely better than when he's alone.

He doesn't shove his fingers hard, just moves them in and out of Shigaraki's mouth as if it were his cock.]

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[It's good practice for Shigaraki at least and it gives him a more realistic expectation of what sucking Dabi's cock might be like. He's thankful that the other isn't pushing him too hard with this while also being upset that he's being taken easy like this.

He snorts at the noises Dabi makes, shifting just a little closer so he can see the other.

Now that he's sort of used to the fingers in his mouth, he experiments a little himself- running his tongue over the fingers and biting down whenever Dabi moves the fingers out.

When Dabi bites his lip and tries to cover the noises? Shigaraki bites down a little harder and sucks a little more forcefully. Trying his damnest to convey his displeasure or appreciation for what Dabi's doing.]

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[ This god damn mutual understanding that they have is starting to bleed heavily into what they're doing, and Dabi can't figure out it he actually likes that, or if he hates how understanding it is. They're villains, after all. They're not supposed to be like this.

But they still dig at each other when they can, and Shigaraki makes that more than apparent as he snorts when Dabi moans. Asshole, Dabi thinks to himself, but it's still good. It's this constant back and forth of power they lord over each other, and he likes it.

He especially likes it when the other man starts using his tongue along his fingers, and Dabi slides his thumb along his cock in the same fashion, emulating the other man's moves. It's damn good. It feels like Shigaraki is on him, even when he's not, and that's such a new and different sensation that Dabi thinks he might fully get off on it very soon.

It's the bites to his finger that do it. There's one sharper bite and it pushes Dabi over the edge, his strokes faster and harder, hips bucking up as he lets out a breathless moan, spilling into his hand with a rather forceful jerk. He keeps stroking himself, lost in the sensation, hips sliding forward in the chair as he says the other man's name. ]

Tomura.

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[He smirks when Dabi finally orgasms, watches as he comes undone from stroking himself. It very nearly gets him going again with heat pooling in his stomach from how incredible Dabi looked. He knows it isn't desperation but damn if it wasn't close to it.

And the way he said his name. Tomura and not Shigaraki.

Shigaraki pulls his head back, leaving Dabi a generous amount of saliva as he does so. He takes his time to wipe his mouth of any wayward spit, and shifts on the floor so he's no longer on his knees. He can't stand this position a second longer but he's still wanting to admire the mess Dabi's made of himself. He'd forgotten how painful it was to be on his knees thanks to Dabi keeping him distracted with those fingers and by now the ache in his knees is nothing more than a dull throb.

It's his turn to taunt the other.]

Yeah?

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[ Dabi takes the hand that was Shigaraki's mouth and he moves it to his cock, letting saliva mix with cum as he keeps stroking himself to completion.

He feels utterly sated by the time he's done, falling back against the chair, his blue eyes only a sliver as his eyes fall half shut. Fuck. That was good.

And he only realizes his mistake once Shigaraki twists it and throws it back at him. The only thing that helps is that Shigaraki doesn't actually move off of the floor, and Dabi can still look down at him. ]

You're such a goddamn creep of an asshole.

[There isn't nearly as much bite to his words as he'd like, and that smug, bored look that's usually on his face is barely there. This was good. ]

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For a second there I thought you enjoyed having me as your audience.

[He spits on the floor for a good measure, trying to get the taste of fingers out of his mouth. It might not have been as vile as his own jizz but it still left a poor aftertaste in his mouth.

Dabi can't fool him though, he can tell based on how contempt the other is that he enjoyed this. Shigaraki was slowly but surely learning more about the other and getting closer. It was... kind of nice since he'd never been close to anyone. Not like this anyways.

But he looks at the mess Dabi's made of himself, smirks and shakes his head.]

Still scared of me?

[Because that's exactly what this was about.]

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That's one way of putting it.

[Dabi still wont give him the satisfaction of actually telling him that. The other man suddenly looks far too smug for it. Well... he supposes they both won and lost tonight, depending on how one might look at it.

He doesn't care if Shigaraki spits the taste of his fingers out. He finishes stroking himself in the meantime and wipes his hand on Shigaraki's chair, which more than makes up for it. Dabi is a mess, but it's a mess in Shigaraki's room, and that feels just fine to him as he tucks himself back in.

Shigaraki didn't even make a single move to touch him aside from what Dabi wanted. He has to say, he's impressed.... and relieved.]

I was never scared of you, weirdo.

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Hmm? Maybe you're just shy then.

[He's new to this whole thing but he's learning fast.

Not fast enough apparently. Because he should have ordered Dabi to clean himself elsewhere. He stares in disgust that Dabi would wipe himself on his chair.]

You better clean that while you're on watch guard tonight.

[Yeah, Dabi is still not allowed to leave his room and now he's doubly not allowed to leave until he cleans Shigaraki's chair.

He finally stands up from the floor, walking over to the far corner of his room to throw a dirty sock at Dabi. Disgusting. But he's also tired, and sore from the little show he'd just witnessed. Diligently he pulls out a rolled up mattress, kicking it to the side before he pulls out a smaller one. The smaller one he kicks towards Dabi, tossing a blanket onto it. Oddly enough, Shigaraki doesn't pull out a blanket for himself as he unrolls the mattress.]

You're still staying here until the chair is cleaned and the door is fixed, Dabi.

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Shy. Hm, yeah, that sounds exactly like me.

[Sarcasm drips from his voice and he pulls himself together while finding utter amusement in the way Shigarki looks at his chair with disgust. He's so easy -- but Dabi won't call him out for it again. They've done enough tonight. ]

Are you using the chair again tonight? I doubt it. I'll clean it tomorrow.

[at least it's not a straight out NO. Which is definitely something. He's still lounging in the chair when Shigaraki gets up, but it's true, he isn't nervous anymore (not scared, shigsy, there's a difference). He catches the sock and sighs, mildly wiping at the mess he left, despite what he said.

but he also eyes the way Shigaraki rolls his mattress out and then kicks one his way. As if he's staying. As if he'd ever fucking entertain the notion that he should stay somewhere after getting off.

It's fucking disgusting.

And yet, he pushes off the chair and grabs the blanket, looking down at the mattress next to Shigaraki's.]

I'm not fixing the door.

[he says as he sits down on the mattress, eying the other man.]

Suppose that means I'll have to fucking stay. Creep.

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I might use it if I can't sleep.

[He kicks his shoes off, along with his pants. They've already seen each other's cocks so he's not at all shy about undressing in front of the other. His shirt comes off next, revealing some pretty nasty scratches and scars that have long since healed. He sits down on his own mattress, laying down awkwardly. Sleeping is always such a hassle with his quirk.]

You'll pay for breaking the door somehow, Dabi.

[He turns on his side, careful not to completely touch his mattress with his fingers as he stares long and hard at Dabi.]

You're an asshole but you're good for my boredom at least.

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If you can't sleep, that just means you haven't tired yourself out enough.

[Whether it's with work, or planning, or... whatever the fuck they're doing together. Dabi feels tired and sated. he could probably sleep easy after coming like that and spending so much energy on someone else. But with how delicately Shigaraki moves, he has a feeling it's not the same for the other. Dabi doesn't have to worry about destroying every single thing around him with a single touch.

It would seem sad that Shigaraki can't touch anything completely. It would be sad, if Dabi cared.

Dabi stays how he is. Shirt on, pants on, as Shigaraki undresses. His gaze falls to the many scars and scratches, but he says nothing. It doesn't matter, anyway. It's not like he cares. The only reason Shigaraki cares so much about his own scares is because he wants to use it against him.]

I'm sure you'll make me pay.

[he snorts, then kicks his shoes off as well and makes a good show of how many things he can fully touch as he lays down, crossing his arms behind the back of his head.]

You're finally learning, Shigsy. How sweet.

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Being tired doesn't mean you can sleep because I'm plenty tired.

[Even when he's tired, it's hard for Shigaraki to sleep. It's like his body recognizes he wants to sleep but his mind keeps him occupied all hours of the night. Thinking about plans to expand and his Master's last words to him. He's still pretty upset about that outcome and feels responsible for having done in his Master like that. All because he wanted to recruit a prolific student to the league.

He doesn't need Dabi's pity, or anyone's for that matter, regarding his quirk. Doesn't care about his own scars either because no one can use them against him except to say he's unorganized and unfit to lead people.

Still... he's envious that other people can touch so easily without caution when they needed to be careful.]

Don't patronize me, Dabi.

[He turns back onto his back, resting his hands across his lap with fingers laced together and thumbs jutted out. His body quivers a little, getting used to the cool air without a blanket.

Yeah. Shigaraki was learning, little by little. For now? He was going to try his damnest to sleep.]

You can leave in the morning.

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How do you even manage without touching anything?

[He's curious and it's nagging at him. There's no way Shigaraki has that much control in sleep. It's a wonder he hasn't destroyed himself yet. He hopes Shigaraki isn't the type to move around a lot once he does get to sleep, because Dabi would prefer not to die that way in his sleep.

Now it's his turn to stare at Shigaraki while the other man shifts to his back, shivering. Shigaraki is thin and boney, far too pale, making those scars stand out even more. Dabi has the urge to reach out and run his fingers along the raised skin, but he pushes the urge down, keeping his hands behind his head. ]

If you want the blanket, take the damn blanket. I always run hot when I sleep anyway.

[He kicks it over, mostly because he just wants to stop looking at the other man's body. It's irritating and distracting. He wants to ask questions but he knows he won't get answers because he won't give any himself. He wants to tell Shigaraki that he can leave whenever he wants to, but then why is he choosing to stay? It's better to leave that one alone.]

As long as no one sees, right?

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I used to have gloves but it's taking a long time for Giran to get me new ones.

[He lost his old ones after they lost their former hideout. Shigaraki hated using them but they were necessary if he ever wanted to sleep. Why he didn't just keep them around on his person was another story.]

I'll just disintegrate the blanket, keep it.

[It's why he stripped down to nothing but his boxers. He doesn't move around in his sleep, surprisingly, but he's still being cautious.]

If anyone asks, you were fixing a door.

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You should disintegrate a piece of his clothing every day he doesn't bring them to you. That would get him moving.

[He's still mourning the loss of his own jacket, thank you very much. But gloves seem like an easier thing to get a hold of.]

We could always tie your hands above your head so you don't touch anything.

[It's an amusing thought, but hey, it could work. He doubts Shigaraki would ever let anyone tie him up, though. Then again, Dabi figured he wouldn't get down on his knees either yet here they are.]

There's no reason to be ashamed of what we're doing, mophead.