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“Dabi, he’s too young to be in here.”
Kurogiri’s voice makes Dabi turn, vibrant blue eyes focused where the man indicates with a nod of his head. Dabi’s younger brother, Shouto, leans against the bar with mussed bi-colored hair swept away from his face and sinfully skintight jeans framing legs that, at thirteen, he’s still growing into. Plush lips are wrapped around the plastic stick of a lollipop that bulges on of his cheeks as he speaks to Hawks across the polished wood of the bar. His tee-shirt is cropped around his ribs, showing the long lines of his ribs. The kid is going to be tall, taller than Dabi, and probably broader if he continues to put on muscle the way he’s started to.
Dabi’s eyes roll a little at the indecent sway of his younger brother’s hips as Hawks leans forward to ruffle Shouto’s hair, leaving the usual clean part between red and white a mussed pink in the middle. It’s stupidly endearing as Shouto bites his plush lower lip to look up at Hawks through sinfully long lashes. “He’s fine, Kurogiri. Mom’s having an episode, and I’m not sending him to dad’s, so he’s staying with me for the weekend,” he waves a hand at him, even as his gaze narrows on Shigaraki as he approaches the bar, brushing his fingers against the bare skin at the base of Shouto’s spine. Dabi watches his brother shiver, shaking his head. “He won’t drink, he won’t misbehave. You know Sho, Kurogiri. Hell, you can shove him in the green room during the show if it looks like he's going to cause trouble.”
Dark eyes roll at him as the League of Villain’s band manager sighs dramatically. Dabi just stares at him with blank eyes, head tipped just slightly to the side as he pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I know that your brother is barely a teenager and likes to act like he is much older. And I know that I don’t need any of you distracted before your show tonight."
A deep sigh escapes Dabi, watching his bandmates allow his younger brother to flirt with them, watching how Shouto curls his tongue around the lollipop before wrapping plush pink lips around the candy and feeling a familiar heat curl in his guts. It's hard not to miss the way Kurogiri doesn't say he doesn't need half the band in jail for statutory rape. Because he knows Shouto and he knows Dabi. It's not a warning he needs to give. Dabi pushes dark hair out of his face with a sigh. "We'll get through the show. We always do."
…
The show goes off without a hitch. The dingy bar crowd goes wild for their wild brand of music and they play and thrash until they're exhausted with it. The band is a mix of rock and metal and whatever else they can get away with, but they’ve got a decent fanbase and regularly rowdy shows.
Despite the usually rowdy crowd, Kurogiri didn't even end up feeling like he needed to throw Shouto into the green room. Dabi had caught his brother watching them from a table at the back of the bar, mismatched eyes fixed on the stage and a lollipop fixed between his lips.
After they had finished their second encore for the crowd, Toga disappeared off with Twice before they'd finished breaking down the set to hunt down whoever had caught their attention for the evening. Dabi might feel a pang of sympathy for whatever sad sack that ended up between the two of them if he gave half a shit. He keeps their unstable asses away from Shouto because he doesn’t need Shouto actually broken and leaves them to do whatever and whoever they want otherwise.
As it is, they've organized enough of a following to have people willing to clean up after them that they get away with the bare minimum of clean up before they can hit the bar. Shouto saunters up to the bar to join them, sticking to pop, so Dabi doesn't have to do anything to handle the situation. But he is between Shigaraki and Hawks, flitting his attention between the two. He's found another sucker, fuck knows where. He's sucking on it again between nearly shy words and coy looks from heterochromatic eyes beneath lashes that should be illegal.
Are incredibly illegal on a boy his age.
And while Dabi knows that he is taking his baby brother home at the end of the night no matter what, the way Shigaraki and Hawks are hovering at his sides and glaring at each other over his head says they'll be going home with them too. Hawks is new to the band, and Shigaraki doesn't quite trust him. Dabi doesn't blame him; despite the fact that he had been fucking the blond first and had brought him into the band, he's not sure where they stand. Not entirely. But he's hot and good for their image as a whole. And an incredibly satisfying hole to fuck.
Not to be mistaken, Shigaraki s an amazing hole to fuck as well. Dabi enjoys both of them in his bed.
Shouto is just… complicated. Always had been, since he was much younger. Always looking up to Dabi with trust and admiration, following him around like a lost puppy. And, the only reason a kid his age can suck cock the way he does is through practice. Dabi isn't ashamed to admit that he's been a large part of that practice. Their parents had split when Dabi was sixteen and Shouto was seven. Dabi had stuck around to shuffle between his mom and dad for the next two years purely because he wasn’t just going to sit back while Shouto went back to their dad’s alone. Nothing specifically against his middle siblings, but they had been… Willfully oblivious to the abuse being rained down on the youngest. They’d still been too young when Dabi was too young to stand up to their father, but there’s really no excuse for Shouto. He can’t complain too much, because neither of them seemed to notice that taken it upon himself to ruin the last shred of innocence the kid had.
It had taken another two years for him to actually fuck Shouto, on his eighteenth birthday after spending the day moving into his first shitty apartment. Folded the kid’s body practically in half to pound into him like a warm, breathing, crying fleshlight. Shouto had cried especially hard when Dabi filled his no-longer-virginal ass with cum, to the point that his tiny, usually flat stomach bulged with it. Cried harder when Dabi fit a plug into his sensitive little hole to keep it all inside and he was ready to bend him over the counter to eat it out of him and fill him all over again. Four years later, Dabi has to work a little harder to make him cry, but he manages in all sorts of creative ways.
He knows his little brother fucks around with the little boys at school, but he always comes back to his big brother.
And, apparently his bandmates. Dabi has somewhat avoided bringing him around too often. Maybe it's jealously, maybe possession, but he doesn't necessarily feel either now, even when mismatched eyes flick up to find him, chewing on his lower lip before sucking his lollipop back into his mouth. Slowly and intentionally, a hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips before he tears his gaze away. Shouto fucking flaunts himself when he’s in a mood. Maybe it’s a good time to teach the kid a lesson about what he’s getting himself into with that shit.
When Dabi stands abruptly, announcing that it's well past time to get Shouto out of the shitty fucking dive bar, nobody questions that Shigaraki and Hawks trail after them. Shouto looks far too satisfied with himself as Dabi drops his leather jacket over Shouto’s shoulders, dragging him from the bar.
…
He could chalk Shouto's temptation up to daddy issues or a whole childhood full of abuse or any other number of things, but it might be easier to resist if the kid didn't look so damn pretty crying. In general, but especially from overstimulating or choking on cock.
They're already getting to the first. Shouto had come with all the hair-trigger of youth when Hawks had crowded him to the couch as soon as they had crossed the threshold of Dabi's flat, shoving the young boy's pants down his thighs to get his cock in hand. Hawks hadn't hesitated to keep stroking him, using his own cum to slick the way to get him hard again, trembling with wet eyes.
Dabi had grabbed four beers from the fridge, setting two on the crate that passes as his coffee table and taking the other two with him to the armchair, dragging Shigaraki into his lap as he offers one to him.
The older man shifts against his grip for long moments before he settles. Always a power struggle with that one; he's the lead singer of the League and the whole band had been formed around him when All for One agency had discovered him young. He's used to being in charge and, as a general rule, he is. And while Dabi is generally fine with that dynamic, when it comes to sex he was more than willing to knock Shigaraki down a few pegs. He had legitimately punched Dabi the first time he'd asked how he liked being a good little cock slut. It's been a few years and Shigaraki still finds reasons to punch Dabi regularly, but his grumbling about being dragged into Dabi's lap is purely for show.
"Keigo," the blond's head jerks up, glaring at Dabi like the use of his given name is some sort of intense insult. Dabi ignores his indignation, nodding at the beer on the table as he digs through the side table for lube. "Give him that beer, take his pants off, and get him ready. He's been swaying his slutty ass around all night, I think he can handle you and Tomura stuffing his ass at the same time tonight."
"Touya…" For the first time that evening, Shouto sounds unsure of himself. Wide eyes meet Dabi's, already brimming with unshed tears because Hawks hadn’t stopped stroking his oversensitive dick.
Dabi's brows lift at him, gaze narrowed. "What, you don't think you can handle it, baby? With how low you let those pants hang on your hips, I'd swear you were begging to get fucked over that bar," the whole room has paused on a collective breath as Dabi stares at Shouto. The boy swallows hard before Hawks moves to press the beer into his hand. "Don't you want to be a good boy and make me happy, Sho?" A hesitant breath is followed by him nodding his head. "Alright then. Drink your beer and get your pants off. Bend over the back of the couch and show Keigo and Tomura what they'll be shoving their cocks into. Show us that tight little ass of yours so we can remember when you're gaping and dripping with cum."
Shouto swallows, his gaze drifting as he blushes bright, the color moving all the way down his neck and shoulders as moves to down the beer from Hawks after he twists the lid off. It very nearly matches the color of the left side of his bi-colored hair. He might not drink at the bars when he's at shows, but Dabi had nothing against getting his little brother drunk enough to fuck his friends. He might need another one before he actually manages to let Tomura and Keigo to double penetrate him, and Dabi is fine with it.
Hawks helps Shouto out of his boots and jeans, tossing them to the side. Shouto swallows down the rest of his beer, handing it off to Hawks as he hesitantly turns to settle on his knees as he leans his elbows over the back of the couch. Hawks smacks his ass shamelessly, making Shouto yelp indignantly. But Dabi meets his glance over his shoulder with a firm glare and the boy ducks his head to hide behind the curtain of his bangs. Hawks doesn't hesitate as he catches the lube Dabi tosses at him, slicking his fingers.
For all the house parties he's had Shouto at, and as often as he's fucked the teen, he hasn't really opened that up to his friends. A few blow jobs here and there, but it's the first time he's going to let any of them actually fuck him. But Hawks handles his ass like he's been fucking him for ages. Immediately, he twists two fingers into him. Shouto shouts, startled and tense, but Hawks doesn't bother to stop. He's coming into his body, hormones doing their jobs to fill out the full ass and rounded thighs and it makes a damn good view.
Shigaraki arches slowly, rubbing his ass against the hard length of Dabi's cock. Dabi grips his hips, pulling him more firmly back against him. He bites the side of his neck, watching as Keigo keeps pushing fingers into him. "You ready to fuck him? He's tight as fuck, just imagine how it'll feel as your cock rubs up against Keigo's," he wraps his arms around him, gripping his cock through his pants. Shigaraki is already hard in his leather pants from the show, and he rocks into the grip with a growl. "My baby brother is a cock slut, even more than you. Look how well he's taking Hawk's fingers."
Shigaraki grunts a little, rubbing his ass harder against Dabi's cock before pushing up into the grip of Dabi's hand.
Shouto whimpers when Hawks brings his hand down on his ass, gripping the skin. Dabi shifts, nudging Shigaraki up out of his lap. "Go help him."
Red eyes shift to glare at him over his shoulder, but he moves without argument to join Hawks.
He watches for a moment as the blond glances at Shigaraki, offering up the lube when he's close enough. Shigaraki slathers his fingers, waiting briefly for Hawks to shift a bit to the side before using his free hand to spread Shouto’s ass, hooking his finger inside him to spread. Probably a little too much too soon if Shouto’s grunt of discomfort is anything to go by, but he doesn’t argue.
Dabi pushes himself up to stand, moving around the back of the couch, cupping Shouto’s chin in his hand to lift his face, meeting the glazed eyes as he attempts to blink and focus on him. Dabi waits until he manages to focus on him before getting his pants undone one-handed. “Open up, Sho. Get my dick wet.”
Dabi rubs his cock over Shouto’s lax lips, the ladder of piercings running parallel to his length catching over his little brother’s lips as he pants up at him. Dabi doesn’t bother to look and see what the two behind him do to make Shouto gasp, but he does use the opportunity to shove his cock into Shouto’s mouth. He doesn’t bother going slow or giving him time to adjust, just shoving himself deep until he hits the back of his throat. Shouto gags, his eyes flying wide as his hands shoot out to press against Dabi’s hips. Dabi ignores his choked protests, fisting a hand in his hair to hold him still as he pushes into the back of his throat.
“Your brother’s a fucking slut, Dabi,” Shigaraki drags his words out, rough as he chews on a cracked lower lip. Dabi blinks at him lazily, a brow lifting over blue eyes. Shigaraki’s red eyes meet his own, working his fingers more firmly into Shouto’s ass. “His ass is practically swallowing our fingers. You sure you haven’t stretched out his ass beyond repair?”
Dabi grunts, narrowing his eyes at him. “There’s a reason I’m letting both of you fuck him. Otherwise, he would never feel it.”
A grunt pulls from Hawks, laughing when Shouto struggles legitimately against Dabi’s grip on his hair, gagging and choking and gurgling a little desperately for air before Dabi pulls out of his mouth, allowing him to hack and cough up drool and precome as he attempts to breathe again. Hawks laughs shamelessly as he twists his fingers deeper into Shouto’s ass, making his entire body jerk with wide eyes. “We could probably get a whole fist into him if we tried.”
Shouto jerks, making a muffled sound of protest as Dabi fucks back into his mouth. Dabi ignores it, fisting his hand in the back of his hair more firmly. “Yeah? I think you probably could. And my dumb little cock slut of a brother would love it. Isn’t that right, Sho?” He ignores the desperate pleading Shouto tries to get out past the cock down his throat, using the grip on his hair to nod his head. “Maybe when they’re done fucking your ass wide open, we’ll see how much we can cram up your sorry ass, Sho. Give you a story to take back to your little friends when you let them fuck you. What’s the one’s name, Izuku?” Shouto’s eyes fly open, his head shaking desperately enough that his teeth almost catch on Dabi’s cock. He twists his fingers viciously into Shouto’s hair, dragging his head back until the younger man cries out. “You fucking watch yourself, or I will break your godsdamned jaw. How would you explain that to your precious little friends?”
“Fucking hell, Dabi, so intense,” Hawks tone is teasing, but the way his cock strains against the front of his jeans is telling. “Enough talk. Are we here to fuck or grow old, talking about all the fun ways to break a teenager?”
Dabi hums, rolling his hips deep into Shouto’s throat a few more times before pulling away. He ignores the way the younger boy gags and coughs up more thick drool onto the floor, stepping around the couch. “You two figure out a position. Sho, drink this,” he shoves Hawk’s unopened beer into Shouto’s hands after twisting the lid off. Shouto doesn’t argue with him this time, just drops to sit low on his heels as he drains the bottle. He tosses it to the side, allowing Hawks to manhandle him easily, lifting him until he straddles his bare hips. The blond had stripped quickly, now laying completely bare beneath Shouto, his cock hard and dripping with lube already. Shouto doesn’t argue when Dabi passes him the rest of his beer, head tipped back to drain it before he's forced to focus on the man beneath him. Tears stain flushed cheeks, and his eyes are rimmed in red, but his cock is still flushed and hard between his legs. Still so much growing up to do, but as much as he'd resisted their treatment of him, his body isn't complaining.
"C'mon, kid," Hawks grips his hips, urging Shouto into a better position, making him shift on his knees. "Make your big brother proud and get my cock in that pretty ass."
"And hurry the fuck up. We don't have all fucking night," Shigaraki is scratching the side of his neck, not bothering to strip more than dragging his cock from his pants. He's watching Shouto, stroking himself slowly.
Hawks grunts, sitting up a little to glare at Shigaraki. "Don't get your panties into a twist, Tomura-kun. You can't rush-- fuck!" His words are cut off by Shouto who had wrapped his hand around his cock, lining up, and sinking down on his cock in smooth motions. He doesn't stop until his hips are cradled against Hawks', trembling a little as his hands come to rest on the older man's chest. "Fucking hell, how's he still so fucking tight?"
Dabi snorts, his head shaking. "Yeah, He's got a nice, tight little cunt doesn't he?"
Shouto wrinkles his brow at Dabi, struggling a little for air. "Touya, I do-don't have a cunt. Girls have cunts."
"And good boys don't waste everyone's time talking back," Shigaraki grumbles, moving forward to shove Shouto towards Hawks' chest, forcing his back to arch as Hawks drags a hand up his spine, settling on the back of his neck. "So be a good little bitch, shut up, and take it."
Maybe Dabi should tell them to be more gentle, especially as Shigaraki pushes an impatient finger into Shouto's ass alongside Hawks' cock, making the young boy whimper and squirm between them. Maybe more so when Shigaraki smacks his ass with a snarl to be still and Hawks' grip moves from his hair to his throat, just short of threatening.
But he doesn't. He stands, stroking himself as Hawks drags Shouto closer until he can speak against his ear, while Shigaraki lines himself up behind him, stroking lube over his cock. He might have stopped them or told them to slow down if Shigaraki hadn't considered that, but as it is, he's not exceptionally concerned about either of them causing the teenager lasting damage.
"No, shit, it's too much," Shouto gasps the words out, trying to arch away from the press of Shigaraki's cock into his filled hole.
Shigaraki just grunts, pressing his hand between the slight teenager's shoulder blades to hold him down, while Hawks keeps his grip on his hip and throat. "The head's the worst part, kid. Just --fuck! Just relax."
Shouto shakes his head as much as he really can, but there's nowhere for him to go. He releases a startled, punched-out sound when Shigaraki's cock finally breaches the ring of tight muscle, yelping helplessly as his eyes go wide. He's crying again now, his entire form shivering with the overabundance of sensation. Shigaraki doesn't bother to give him time to adjust, just rolling his hips to sink deeper and deeper into him until he and Hawks are both pressed as deeply as they can be.
Dabi finally steps forward, finding a fistful of Shouto's hair to drag his head back. Hawks releases the grip on his throat, gripping both hips as the angle changes. Sitting up more sinks both of their cocks deeper into him, making Shouto struggle and squirm. "How's it feel to be stuffed full, Baby Brother? Your dirty slut cunt stuffed to its limits?"
"Tou-Touya, I can't. Please, it's too much," Shouto's panting is filled with pain, his eyes desperate and tears are pouring down his cheeks.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous like that.
Dabi smacks him. Hard across the face, without letting go of the grip he has on his hair. It makes Shouto cry out, and judging by the way Shigaraki and Hawks both groan, he tightens up around them as well. "Don't be a brat, Sho. You want to keep hanging out with the big boys? Come to shows, stay here with me, act like you're all that?" He's shaking but eventually, Shouto nods slowly. "Then suck it up and act like it. You want to go around dressing up and flaunting that ass? Your little cunt is going to get wrecked like a slut. Are you going to be a good boy for us, Shouto? Or are you going to continue embarrassing me?"
Shouto looks wrecked, still shaking between the three of them and he had steadily lost his erection between the pain and stress, but he swallows slowly. "I can be a good boy, Touya."
"Good. Then open your mouth so we don't have to listen to more of your shit and make your ass a nice, tight hole to fuck."
Shouto grunts as Shigaraki drags his hips back to snap forward again, but he drops his mouth open willingly, tongue pressed out over his lower lip.
It's all the permission any of them need, no matter how Shouto is shaking between them, his eyes squeezed shut as Dabi shoves his cock down his throat. Shouto gags when Dabi bottoms out, pressed deep enough down his throat to bulge around him.
"Shit, that's hot," Hawks growls the words out, lifting a hand from Shouto's hip to apply just a bit of pleasure to Shouto's throat. Dabi groans at the application of extra pressure, thrusting harder against him. "Fuck yeah. Always wondered what you found so hot about that."
Shigaraki grunts behind him, gripping Shouto's shoulder as he thrusts into him. He has more room to move than Hawks, and he's using it. "He's a fucking pervert, no shit he likes it, idiot."
"Just because you've got more experience getting your throat stuffed by him doesn't make you the expert, Tomura."
Dabi rolls his eyes because of course Shigaraki and Hawks could bicker while sharing the same ass. "Keigo. Tomura," his voice is hard, cutting off any reply and they both still, glaring at him. "Quit bitching at each other or I'll take Shouto to my room and leave both of your dicks cold and let you sort it out. You've both got your cocks rubbing together, at least pretend to get along."
The two of them glare at each other for another moment, but the threat of having the current warm body between them taken away is enough to convince both of them to pretend. Shigaraki shifts his grip on Shouto's shoulder, snapping his hips into him with rough thrusts. Hawks drags harsh nails down Shouto's chest, making him whimper around Dabi's cock. Shouto jerks when Hawks gets a hand back around his soft cock, stroking in time with Shigaraki's thrusts.
Shouto shudders and twists, his body trapped between conflicting sensations, but his cock is filling out in Hawks’ hand. Dabi isn’t quite sure how they manage the silent communication or if it's just luck, but Shigaraki and Hawks shift in tandem, and Shouto’s eyes go wide with a shocked (and choked) sound of pleasure. Dabi drags him closer by the hair to fuck dep into his throat again while Hawks and Shigaraki work together to drive any remaining air from his lungs. He’s gagging as Dabi holds his head steady, watching the way his cheeks turn steadily redder and redder as his body reacts to Hawks’ hand on his cock and the new angle of their thrusts. Dabi rocks his hips just enough to keep himself buried completely down Shouto’s throat, watching as he gets hard under their attention, even as he brings up a hand to smack at his stomach as his air runs out.
Shigaraki reaches out faster than even Dabi expects, snatching the arm Shouto was using to push away from Dabi and twisting it behind his back. “Give me your other wrist,” the demand is gruff, and Shouto hesitates. It would take away any of his control and his balance, forcing him to put all of his trust in them to support him. Dabi pulls out of his throat as Shouto continues to dig his nails into Hawks’ shoulder, before Shigaraki twists the wrist behind his back higher, drawing a pained yelp from him. “Give me your other fucking wrist, or I’ll dislocate your godsdamn shoulder.”
His tone is serious, and Shouto can’t see the look that Shigaraki shoots at Dabi. It’s not necessarily approval, but maybe something closer to permission. Dabi doesn’t necessarily want him following through with the threat, but he won’t stop him from making it. Besides, Shouto has seen Shigaraki do much worse than dislocate someone’s shoulder in a bar fight, and he shifts, straightening to allow both his wrists to be caught in Shigaraki’s grip. His hands aren’t huge, but they dwarf Shouto’s wrists, holding them steady like a handle.
“There’s a good boy, Sho,” Dabi drags his fingers through split hair, dragging Shouto’s panting mouth back over his cock as the boy shifts and jumps under the twists of Hawks’ hand over his cock.
“Delicate little Baby Bird. Look like you’ll break between us,” Hawks hums as he drags a hand up Shouto’s chest to pinch and twist a pink nipple between his fingers, making Shouto gag and whine. “Bet Dabi could choke you unconscious on his cock while we fuck you, and you’d thank him for it. I wonder if you’d still come, blacked out on cock.”
Shouto makes a reluctant sound as Dabi stretches his throat with a deep thrust, accompanied by a vicious twist to his nipple. And Dabi holds him there, choking with his throat spasming around the head of his cock with his nose pressed into pale pubic hair. And he can’t fight it with his hands pinned behind his back.
“Who gives a shit if he still gets off?” Shigaraki grunts, gripping one of the thin shoulders in front of him as his thrusts get harder, his nails digging indents into Shouto's wrists. “Every time he gags, he gets fucking tight. I’m not stopping if Bird Breath gets him off before we’re done.”
“You heard him say he was going to be a good boy. I bet he’s got at least two more orgasms in him before he even starts to make a fuss about things.”
Shigaraki snorts, head shaking as he moves, mumbling something about ‘teenagers’ but he doesn’t stop moving.
Heterochromatic eyes are slowly going hazy, and Dabi can feel Shouto going a little limp in their combined grips. Dabi watches his face carefully and just as his eyes start to really roll back, he drags himself out of Shouto’s mouth with a wet slurping sound. The teen gasps for air, cheeks flushed red as he coughs, muscles tensing and an orgasm rushing through him with the return of oxygen to his brain. The way he shudders with it looks painful, his mouth hinged open on a soundless, shocked scream. Shigaraki and Hawks stop moving when he does, assumingly because Shouto gets incredibly tight when he comes.
Hawks eventually grunts, his hips rolling in a lazy circle that has Shouto practically collapsing against the grip Shigaraki has on his arms and shoulder. “Hey, Tomura. He’s a tiny little thing, isn’t he?” Shigaraki grunts in response, thrusting shallowing into Shouto’s shivering form but his gaze flicks to focus on Hawks. “Wanna bet between you and me, we could hold him up and fuck him?”
That makes Shigaraki pause, gaze sweeping Hawks with slow consideration. Dabi is well aware that they are both deceptively strong, and he steps back from the trio on the couch, settling himself in the armchair again. Shouto is still pliant with his orgasm and he doesn’t offer much more than a grunt as first Shigaraki then Hawks pulls out of him. Wrestling him to his feet is a process that Dabi makes no effort to assist in, but they manage, and Shouto ends with his back against Hawks’ chest. The blond hooks his hands beneath Shouto’s thighs, lifting him with impressive grace and spreading his legs wide. Dabi leans back with a critical eye as Shigaraki steps forward until he can take both his and Hawks’ cock in hand, smoothing lube over both of them. Dabi’s brows lift when it becomes clear that Shigaraki has no intention of pushing in one at a time this go-round.
Shouto whimpers as he recognizes the impending size of the threat about to press into his body, struggling a little against Hawks’ grip. The blond shifts him slightly, forcing Shouto’s body nearly in half to grip the back of his neck with his knees pressed practically to his shoulders. “Fucking slutty little Baby Bird. Watch him shove our cocks into your little ass. We were just there, this isn’t any different.”
A yelp escapes the teen as they both press into him, popping past his rim, gaze wide and watery. “Fuck, Tomura, Keigo. It’s so much.”
“Isn’t this what you wanted when you were running your mouth at the bar, Sho-chan,” Shigaraki snarls out the childish nickname, grunting as Hawks leverages Shouto’s weight to bounce him on their dicks, making Shouto cringe and twist with nowhere to go. “Talking about how- How well Dabi’s fucking taught you. That sucker in your mouth, as if you don’t know exactly what you’re fucking doing.”
Dabi huffs out a laugh as Shouto whimpers, shaking his head. But neither of them stops moving, using Shouto's body like a blowup doll. This time Shigaraki wraps his hand around cock, jerking him roughly as he fucks into him. Hawks sets his teeth into the skin at the back of his neck, lifting and dropping Shouto between them. The whole room is filled with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh and moans interspersed with dirty talk.
Shouto screams when he comes again between them, loud enough that Dabi might be a little worried about the neighbours while he sobs openly between them with oversensitivity. But, Hawks and Shigaraki are close, Dabi can see it. They're losing their rhythm, gripping Shouto between them. Nothing more than a Fleshlight, pressing them close together. Hawks shudders first, digging his teeth into Shouto's shoulder as he jerks his hips inside him to work himself through his orgasm. The spilled, wet heat inside seemed to set Shigaraki off as well, and he jerks into Shouto's ass, forcing Hawks to steady himself to keep them all on their feet.
Dabi gives them a few minutes to collect themselves before clearing his throat. "Shouto," his voice is low and demanding and Shouto blinks at him hazily, still hanging limply in Hawks' grip, though the older man looks moments away from dropping him. "Come here. You've got a lollipop to finish sucking."
"Touya, I can't feel my legs," Shouto whines, even as Hawks releases his legs to set him back on his feet. He does waver on his feet, Hawks keeping a hand on his arm to keep him steady and Dabi doesn't doubt he'll be walking with a limp tomorrow.
Dabi strokes his cock, brows lifting at him. "Was that what I fucking asked you, Shouto? Fucking crawl if you have to. Keigo, let him go."
Hawks follows the direction immediately, stepping back with Shigaraki. Shouto swallows hard, taking a stumbling step forward before he really does collapse with a hiss of pain. He glances up at Dabi with wet eyes, swallowing when Dabi doesn't move. Their gazes stay locked for long moments before Shouto swallows again and he settles to crawl across the floor. His head hangs in shame, and Dabi glances up to find Shigaraki and Hawks watching the way his ass sways, and his hole must be gaping. Twitching and trying to clench on nothing while he's leaking their cum.
When he’s close enough, Dabi shifts to the side to grab a set of handcuffs from the table beside him. “Hands behind your back, Baby Brother.”
Shouto stares at him with wide eyes, swallowing hard as he takes the cuffs to twist his own arms behind his back. Shigaraki grunts a little, his head shaking. “Who keeps that shit in the living room?”
“The same person that had his lube readily available as well,” Hawks comments with vague amusement in his tone.
Dabi ignores both of them in favor of watching Shouto lock his own hands behind his back. “Are those tight enough, Baby? You’ve been pretty bad tonight, and I don’t want to deal with keeping your hands out of my way while I get off. I’ve already been fucking patient.”
Shouto swallows, gaze still too wide as he looks up at him. But he obediently shifts his arms, tightening the cuffs and tugging at his wrists to show he can’t get out of the cuffs.
“Good boy. Now, lift that ass and open wide. I want to come so deep down your throat it’s right into your stomach,” Dabi grips his own cock, stroking himself as he reaches forward to grip a tight fistful of mismatched hair. He doesn’t give Shouto much of a choice in the matter, the grip on his hair forcing a gasp from him and shoving his cock into his open mouth at the first opportunity. Shouto gags, but there’s nowhere for him to go with his hands chained. Dabi groans, fisting his hand in his brother’s hair as he begins to thrust into his mouth. Shouto gags and chokes as Dabi fucks into his throat roughly, not giving him the chance to adjust to the intrusion again as he forces the young boy’s face into his groin. Then, he holds him there.
Restrained, there’s nothing he can do when he runs out of air, his entire body hitching as he tries to jerk his arms forward, arching against the grip Dabi has on him. The older man just watches his face impassively as tears track down his cheeks, turning redder and redder.
Dabi only gives him a moment to pull in a sharp breath as he pulls out of his mouth before he thrust back in, feeling his throat massage his cock. He blatantly ignores Shouto's attempts to thrash and pull away from him, hooking his leg over his shoulder to hold him in place as he fucks his face harder.
He comes with a drawn-out moan, holding Shouto's head down as he struggles to swallow without any real need. Dabi's cock is buried so deeply in his throat he doubts Shouto can even taste him until he pulls away, stroking his cock to cover his face, even as he coughs and gasps for air, slumping against Dabi's spread knees. Dabi shoves him lightly, allowing the teen to slump to the floor as he stands.
"I'm going to take a shower. Key to the cuffs are in the drawer," he pauses for a moment, turning to glare at them. "Don't break him."
Hawks grabs his arm as he steps past, golden eyes serious as he looks at him. "What you said about him telling all his little friends…"
Dabi's eyes roll, his head shaking. "He won't tell anyone. Because then they might not let him stay with me anymore when mom's having one of her bad spells. And if they found out about those, he would have to live full time with the sperm donor and he doesn't want that."
"You're a fucking bastard, you know that right?"
Dabi snorts. "You want to fuck him again and you will be too. But keep him fucking quiet this time, my neighbors already give me shit."
He'll need to do laundry after this and eventually clean the living room from the mess of come and drool that Shouto her been dripping over the couch and floor. For the moment, he's content to wash the show off himself. The shower doesn't take long, and he only bothers to pull on a pair of sweats before meandering back to the living room lazily. It leaves tattoos on display, covering most of his torso and crawling up his neck. Covering scars from years of abuse in intricate patterns.
He's always a little surprised that Rei had gotten the custody she had after the incident with Shouto, but his little brother had refused to tell anyone that it was anything other than an accident. And he'd thrown such a fit at the idea of being taken away from her full time had convinced them the joint custody was the best choice. She was preferable to their father any day, but he had too much power for anyone to take them away completely. Dabi does what he can.
"Seriously?"
It's the only response he can really muster for the scene he walks in on; Shouto is on his back on the floor while Hawks straddles his face, grinding against his tongue while Shigaraki…. Shigaraki has his entire fist buried inside Shouto's ass, all the way to his mid-forearm. It’s quite the view. Hawks has always been golden skin and lithe muscles, and the flex of strong shoulder blades looks like they should support wings. He always puts up a fight when Dabi pins him down between his shoulder blades, like a flighty bird ready to take flight at the first opportunity. Shigaraki is pretty in his own distinct way, stripped of his shirt to show lean muscle he usually keeps hidden, a tiny fucking waist that Dabi takes great joy in gripping to fuck him that much harder. It’s quite the sight, watching them taken control of someone together.
Hawks glances over a shoulder at him while he braces a hand on the couch in front of him to lift himself up until he can press his cock past Shouto's lax lips, but it's Shigaraki who responds.
"We're not breaking him. And he didn't say anything against it."
"He's about eighty percent unconscious," the words are mumbled aimlessly as he moves to grab another beer from the fridge before settling himself into the armchair to watch them. "You two are responsible for cleaning him up when you're done," he pauses for a moment, considering. "But, if he's stretched enough you can jack off inside him."
Both men on the floor pause for long moments, making Shouto choke as Hawks' cock lodges itself in his throat. The blond begins moving again as Shigaraki reaches for the lube to dump more over his cock and adding to the mess between Shouto's thighs.
Dabi leans back to watch them with his beer, idly stroking himself through his sweats. Maybe he'll let his friends have a go at the kid more often.
…
Shouto has his own room in the apartment, but Dabi is fairly sure Shigaraki and Hawks have crashed there rather than the couch and most of the time spent here is in Dabi's bed anyways. So he's not surprised when the freshly showered teen appears in his doorway, dressed in just a large tee shirt. He just lifts the edge of the sheet, watching as Shouto limps a little to make his way to the bed.
He curls in close to Dabi's warmth, back to his chest as his ass nestles against Dabi's cock. Dabi wraps an arm around him, pressing a possessive bite to the back of his neck. Shouto just shivers against him.
"...Touya?"
Dabi pauses in petting his stomach, blinking at the back of his head. "Hmm?"
Shouto releases a slow, shaking breath, swallowing hard enough that Dabi can hear it. "You… you love me, right?"
And, as he's done many, many times before, Dabi speaks words that even he thinks might actually be true. In his own way. Words he's woven together to keep Shouto quiet and pliant and happy, so he won't have to lose him. Words he might even believe.
"Of course I love you, Shouto. More than anyone else in the world," he squeezes Shouto to him, feeling his breath of relief. "I might share you sometimes, but you're mine, Sho. Just like with your little friends at school, you're still mine, kid. Nobody will ever take you away from me."