[ It's a terrible idea indeed. Dabi doesn't know why the fuck he's doing it- or rather, why he's going along with it in this way, when he could really do whatever the hell he wanted and tell Enji that's how he is with other men. His father wouldn't know the difference.
But no, here he is, trying to get this as close to what his last time with Giran was like. Maybe he wants his father to see and be jealous that this isn't what he gets all the time.
Of course there's more touching involved with the two of them. Giran always has his hands on him, making things feel fuzzy in his head. Dabi knows what Giran's Quirk is, and at times he's grateful he can forget. Anything to forget, especially when being taken advantage of is involved.
Now a days, he's done it so often that it's just something he does without thinking. Giran probably wouldn't even have to use his Quirk on him anymore- but he does, because there's that power. The same kind of power Enji tries with him, but not nearly as bad.
But despite what he's doing here tonight, he doesn't want to think of Giran. He doesn't want the two things to get intertwined in his head. Giran was something he likes to tell himself he got to choose. His father always forced everything on him. Even this. But Dabi's got his drinks and his pills, and they're settling nicely under his skin, taking a bit more of the itchy pain away.
A nice fuzziness settles into his veins, though he wonders how much of that has to do with Enji actually listening to him... and telling him what he wants to hear.
His eyes go dark and electric as he reaches out to undo his father's belt, pulling it out of the loops and tosses it to the side. Next is the button and the zipper, his head tilting to the side as Dabi watches him. ]
Aww, ya wouldn't wanna do that just yet. Then you'll miss out on what my mouth can do for you.
[He starts palming at the bulge in his father's underwear without hesitation, his other hand tugging the pants down a little more.]
[It's questionable if this was a good idea or not. If he should go at this in a way that doesn't suit either him nor his eldest. But, Enji is curious. How was his oldest son when involved with others, especially this Giran?
If he wasn't a full-time hero, he would consider locking Touya up and throwing away the key, just to keep his eldest from ever seeing anyone intimately again.
However, that's another thought for another day. Dabi is rewarded freedom at a cost, a system they both work with, despite how much his eldest son likes to bitch about it. Or, maybe, it's a system Enji likes for the time being. He knows well enough that Dabi hates it with a passion.
Not that the hero cared.
His breath stalls when nimble fingers begin to pull at his belt, freeing it from the loops and thrown somewhere in the room. It's not like Enji was focusing so much on that, but on the digits continuing their journey, going for his pants next.
A curse does manage to be held back to Touya's words, though. He knows exactly what that mouth can do-when he's forcing it down the youth's throat.
His cock begins to harden within Dabi's touch, all eager and no hesitation. Instead of reaching to take Touya, Enji grips the covers beneath him, sharp eyes narrowing in lust.]
Go ahead, Dabi. Do as you please.
[He almost calls the boy 'Touya', but reminds himself how his son prefers his villain name.]
[ He almost expects Enji to give it up and just grab at him, and it's a pretty heady feeling when he doesn't. It's sad that this is what he has to base good and bad on, but this is definitely not as shitty of an experience as it usually is. Dabi knows better than to get comfortable, though. He never should around his father.
But for now at least, Enji grabs the sheets instead of grabbing at him. The older man may think he knows what Dabi's mouth can do, but it's a lot different when a cock is forced into his mouth, than when he goes at it himself. Maybe this time he'll get to show his father what he's missing by treating him like nothing more than a hole to fuck.
He palms at his father's cock as much as he can before the pants are off, and then he leans in and drags a long line up a sensitive vein that starts to bulge the harder Enji gets. He looks up at his father, locking eyes with him as he he keeps going, heating his mouth up before he sucks his cock into his mouth. He works his tongue around the head as well, swirling it around in a way he never does when this cock is just shoved into his mouth.
He wonders how patient Enji can be, but he makes sure the older man can feel each and every heated sensation before he starts bobbing his head down to suck in more of his cock. ]
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Date: 2020-12-14 11:12 pm (UTC)But no, here he is, trying to get this as close to what his last time with Giran was like. Maybe he wants his father to see and be jealous that this isn't what he gets all the time.
Of course there's more touching involved with the two of them. Giran always has his hands on him, making things feel fuzzy in his head. Dabi knows what Giran's Quirk is, and at times he's grateful he can forget. Anything to forget, especially when being taken advantage of is involved.
Now a days, he's done it so often that it's just something he does without thinking. Giran probably wouldn't even have to use his Quirk on him anymore- but he does, because there's that power. The same kind of power Enji tries with him, but not nearly as bad.
But despite what he's doing here tonight, he doesn't want to think of Giran. He doesn't want the two things to get intertwined in his head. Giran was something he likes to tell himself he got to choose. His father always forced everything on him. Even this. But Dabi's got his drinks and his pills, and they're settling nicely under his skin, taking a bit more of the itchy pain away.
A nice fuzziness settles into his veins, though he wonders how much of that has to do with Enji actually listening to him... and telling him what he wants to hear.
His eyes go dark and electric as he reaches out to undo his father's belt, pulling it out of the loops and tosses it to the side. Next is the button and the zipper, his head tilting to the side as Dabi watches him. ]
Aww, ya wouldn't wanna do that just yet. Then you'll miss out on what my mouth can do for you.
[He starts palming at the bulge in his father's underwear without hesitation, his other hand tugging the pants down a little more.]
Will you let me warm it up for you, Daddy?
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Date: 2021-01-05 02:04 am (UTC)If he wasn't a full-time hero, he would consider locking Touya up and throwing away the key, just to keep his eldest from ever seeing anyone intimately again.
However, that's another thought for another day. Dabi is rewarded freedom at a cost, a system they both work with, despite how much his eldest son likes to bitch about it. Or, maybe, it's a system Enji likes for the time being. He knows well enough that Dabi hates it with a passion.
Not that the hero cared.
His breath stalls when nimble fingers begin to pull at his belt, freeing it from the loops and thrown somewhere in the room. It's not like Enji was focusing so much on that, but on the digits continuing their journey, going for his pants next.
A curse does manage to be held back to Touya's words, though. He knows exactly what that mouth can do-when he's forcing it down the youth's throat.
His cock begins to harden within Dabi's touch, all eager and no hesitation. Instead of reaching to take Touya, Enji grips the covers beneath him, sharp eyes narrowing in lust.]
Go ahead, Dabi. Do as you please.
[He almost calls the boy 'Touya', but reminds himself how his son prefers his villain name.]
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Date: 2021-01-05 02:14 am (UTC)But for now at least, Enji grabs the sheets instead of grabbing at him. The older man may think he knows what Dabi's mouth can do, but it's a lot different when a cock is forced into his mouth, than when he goes at it himself. Maybe this time he'll get to show his father what he's missing by treating him like nothing more than a hole to fuck.
He palms at his father's cock as much as he can before the pants are off, and then he leans in and drags a long line up a sensitive vein that starts to bulge the harder Enji gets. He looks up at his father, locking eyes with him as he he keeps going, heating his mouth up before he sucks his cock into his mouth. He works his tongue around the head as well, swirling it around in a way he never does when this cock is just shoved into his mouth.
He wonders how patient Enji can be, but he makes sure the older man can feel each and every heated sensation before he starts bobbing his head down to suck in more of his cock. ]