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He cocked his head to stop eating his fries, and hit the key to stop the movie. She made a distorted gesture with her face.
And he was disgusting.
Why were they so close together? They were both covered in dirt and sweat, yuck.
Ten-year-old Tomura didn't understand what was happening on her computer, she was supposed to have fun watching the movie, not get confused.
With her two-fingered gloves, she took her laptop and went to her teacher.
—Oh, of course I will clarify your doubt —AFO put her hand on her tangled hair.
And that was how Tomura learned what reproduction was, the name of the genitals and sexuality. Of course, he only learned the biological point of view.
Already at the age of twelve he learned how complex human sexuality really was. He investigated and learned that in reality intercourse was not necessarily for reproduction, but also for pleasure. He also learned about erogenous zones, erections and orgasms. He was a little disgusted touching himself down there, but at the same time he was curious as to why people did it so often.
That same night he tried it.
He felt very uncomfortable and technically forced himself to finish. He winced when he felt a sticky thing on his hand, sniffed at it and moved it on his fingers. Nasty.
Then he tried porn, it was not pleasant at all.
The hetero porn did not seem pleasant to him, as he pushed the poor woman against the chair, it was obvious that it was an uncomfortable position for her, in addition, reading the erogenous points on the vulva, he noticed that the man only took her out and put her in, not touched no pleasurable zone.
Then the lesbian, that one if it looked sincere and pleasurable, they rubbed the correct erogenous zones, and caressed each other properly according to a post she read, maybe some constant positions made the legs go numb, other than that, the lesbian intercourse I followed the rules. But him having a penis he couldn't try.
Then the gay, ok, that looked painful, besides, the one on the bottom didn't reach orgasm. He didn't like it.
He continued with the orgies. Too much work.
BDSM, that looked painful and uncomfortable.
Conclusion #1: Maybe porn wasn't for him, he didn't get turned on and overanalyzed it too much.
Conclusion n ° 2: he did not see the fascination in sex, it seemed ridiculous to him that people wanted to get that disgusting fluid out of his parts, and worse, get it out of other people.
He put the matter aside and went to try out the new video game that Kurogiri had brought for him to play with.
It wasn't until he was fifteen that he realized what was happening to him.
When, talking to a guy on Discord, he realized that porn boring him and sex disgusting him was not as normal as he thought.
He now felt doubtful, so he did what any person would do, a sexuality test.
It was long and specific, so he sensed that maybe he could give her a good answer.
And there was the answer.
Asexuality.
"Asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction to any gender. Not all asexual people are the same, some may have a low level of attraction or none at all. Despite the above, this does not mean that asexual people cannot fall in love, Asexuality should not be confused with Aromanticism, which is the null romantic attraction."
Yes, he made sense. It made a lot of sense actually.
As he grew up isolated from society he never understood that about sexualities, did people have the obligation to put on a label to be able to fuck whoever they wanted? stupid society.
However he was comfortable with the term, he would keep it.
He was fine with not having sex.
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He was alone until he was twenty and was forced to form a league. There he learned more about sexualities and, despite irritating them a bit, his new companions seemed interesting to him.
She magne she was a lesbian, she was very tall and she had heard him say that she was a girl who was born in the wrong body, but that she still loved herself. Tomura didn't understand her, her body looked correct, healthy and strong. Perhaps he was referring to gender, but Shigaraki didn't understand gender very well, he knew that it wasn't the same as sex, he didn't identify himself with any of them, he only called himself "Him" for the simple fact that his teacher treated him like that.
Compress was gay, just like that.
Spinner was straight, for some strange reason he got nervous every time his classmates talked about his sexuality. He seemed strange to her.
He was twice pansexual, he adored people regardless of gender.
Toga was bisexual, attracted to two or more genders.
And Dabi, well, he simply said: "If I like it, I'll eat it"
"What about you, Tomura?" Magne asked fondly.
- I'm gay.
Several raised their eyebrows, curious.
—I never met someone asexual, could you explain it to me? Compress leaned in, asking with healthy curiosity.
"I just don't feel sexual attraction, I don't like sex, it kind of grosses me out," he shrugged.
"Are all asexuals disgusted by sex?" Magne inquired again, using a cautious tone.
—Not precisely, for many it is irrelevant, personally, it disgusts me.
"I understand, how ridiculous! It's interesting," Twice said.
"I once heard someone say that asexual people don't exist," Spinner said.
-I also! Toga raised his hand.
"Silly people who make sexualities invisible." Magne took a drink of her Bloody Mary.
"Idiots, sex isn't everything," Dabi commented from the edge of the room, lighting a cigarette.
"That's exactly what I said," Toga shrieked.
They all nodded and Shigaraki suppressed a smile, with them he felt safe.
Although Tomura was sure that he did not feel sexual attraction, he never thought about romantic attraction. It was Dabi who made him realize that.
It was not overnight, of course not, he would never have a blind trust. He required time.
As with all the others.
Toga showed her the things she liked, a lot of makeup and colorful dresses, as soon as Shigaraki mentioned how nice a bright red color of shadows seemed to him, Himiko did not hesitate a second to put makeup on it, her skin itched like hell, but she had fun quite a lot, more than he thought to have fun with someone of flesh and blood, outside of a video game.
Magne told him about books that he loved and showed him how to make food, he spoke to him with great affection.
Compress taught him how to play cards and would sometimes pass him cards while he built a castle. He also told her about plays and characters that he always wanted to play.
Spinner was an amazing video game partner and they could talk about a lot of ways to beat levels.
Twice just gave him his full trust, he just took it and gave it back a little.
And then there was Dabi, that burned man he had that altercation with the first time.
They didn't speak for the first few weeks, but they slowly exchanged words. Sometimes they would sit on the couch together and watch a horror movie, he also discovered that they both liked dystopian futures and would laugh when little kids fell over.
"Here," Dabi put something in front of his face.
-What is this? She took the small container between his dangerous fingers.
—It's an itching cream —he pointed with his chin at the new scratches on his neck—, it must work for the face too, they must itch like shit after bathing...
—Yes… —he frowned, confused— how do you know that I get itchy when I bathe?
Dabi snorted.
"Well, having eighty percent of your body scarred I can tell how annoying that is," he shrugged.
Shigaraki looked at the small container.
-Thank you...
"Meh…" Dabi shrugged again and walked off.
It seemed like a strange gesture to him, maybe Dabi wasn't as stupid as he thought and he just wanted to make amends.
He tried the cream after bathing and it was the best relief he ever felt.
----
Gradually, Dabi got closer to him, he sat to one side and asked about the game on the screen, Shigaraki talked to him about the plot, how to move the character and who he had to fight, the dark-haired man listened carefully.
If you want you can try...
Dabi tensed.
-Good.
He took the joystick that Shigaraki extended to him, tried to press the buttons well as the other had indicated, needless to say that he failed enormously.
"Shit," Dabi growled angrily.
“Yeah, that was pathetic.
Dabi rolled his eyes.
-I'm out.
He got up and left.
Shigaraki raised an eyebrow in confusion, that was strange.
It was actually so weird that he couldn't continue the game without getting the behavior out of his head.
"So he just sat there and asked about the video game?" —Toga sipped her orange juice.
Tomura nodded.
"And then he took off."
He nodded again.
Toga laughed in that sinister way.
-What is so funny? -He frowned.
"He wants to be your friend," he said as if it was obvious.
-My friend?
—Yeah, when you make friends you look for things they have in common, like Spinner and you with those strange games.
"Do I have a friendship with Spinner?"
—And when you let me paint your nails because I know you like to see them in color.
"Uhm...
—And Dabi only knows how to smoke, that's why the only friend he has is Twice who also smokes like a chimney, so now he wants to have something in common with you, give him a chance —the girl smiled widely.
Tomura nodded.
Considering that he was comfortable with them, he thought it was a good idea to be on good terms with everyone. Confidence could make the league stronger.
"Hey, patches," she found him smoking on the couch, "come, I'll teach you how to play this." She moved the Mortal Kombat box.
Dabi raised an eyebrow, but got up from the couch and followed him into the bedroom.
That was when he started it all.
He started with afternoons trying to get Dabi to learn how to use the controller, then it was going to the rooftop late at night, competing who could go the furthest by spitting.
Sometimes Tomura talked non-stop about video games and Dabi listened to him, Shigaraki thought the first time that he wasn't listening, but when Dabi brought something to the conversation or a curious fact that the other mentioned, he realized that, in reality, he liked him. he was taking all the attention he could give her.
It didn't take long for Tomura to realize Dabi's true intention.
He was flirting.
Dabi was flirting with him in a very unique way. He was nonchalant but attentive, not overwhelming but constant.
He was like a cat, an apathetic darling.
Almost every night he would go to his room to take him to the roof, make coffee and they would stay there until late at night.
With a smile he remembered the night that Dabi stole a Baileys from Kurogiri's bar and they drank it in his room, that day he discovered that they wore the same shoes, that the leather jacket was incredibly heavy and that the pants were very comfortable. Dabi put on his pants and noticed that they were loose on him, but he looked good in the black shirt with the long sleeves rolled up.
She threw up all his guts that day too, but Dabi stayed with him, by the side of the toilet, stroking his back and holding his hair. He carried him to the bed, covering him to protect him from the cold.
— No, no, lie on your side —Dabi gently took him by the arm and turned him on his side—, so you won't choke if you vomit...
Shigaraki grimaced at the mental image, feeling how Dabi lay down next to him, he opened his eyes and collided with the beautiful turquoise that his partner possessed.
"Are you going to stay to take care of me?" he asked sarcastically.
— I will always take care of you.
And he stayed there, he doesn't know if Dabi slept that night, but he stayed until the morning when he woke up. He gave her some hangover water and a pat on his hair.
Tomura always expected to meet him in the mornings in the bathroom or at the bar, he longed to be next to him sitting at the bar, he made sure to sit next to him at breakfast or lunch, although it was not necessary, Dabi himself put his She stood on the chair next to him and only took it off when she saw him enter.
She realized that she wanted to be with Dabi always, and Dabi wanted to be with him.
He was in love.
Damn, he was in love.
Much.
He only noticed it when he had Dabi sleeping on his chest, while he was stroking his black hair, in his room, in his bed, with the shirtless arsonist, he was wearing boxers and his partner's shirt.
She must have had too much trust and affection for him to let him be there and so on.
So, now it was enough to confess and that's it.
He had a 2% chance of being rejected.
Very little, but still he was drowning in nerves.
Like almost every night, Dabi showed up in his room to go to the roof.
He said there would be a meteor shower today, so they both lay down on the ground, Dabi, of course, lighting a cigarette. He used his arms as a pillow relaxing. But he couldn't relax, he was tensely clutching his black shirt in his hands, careful not to touch it with his little fingers.
Had he brought his gloves? Damn, he didn't want to cause an accident by being distracted by Dabi.
He reached into his jacket pocket, but before reaching his destination a calloused finger grabbed his little finger and turned his face to look at Dabi. The world was stained turquoise at the sight of those eyes.
"Boss," his voice was an octave lower, "I don't know if they told you, but your eyes...
— If you tell me they are beautiful, I disintegrate you.
Dabi laughed taking the cigarette from his lips.
— No, you have scary eyes, they're scary and I'm sure you keep a lot of anger in them —he released his little finger and lay on his side, resting his elbow on the side of Tomura's head—, I love them, only with them you could destroy everything.
Shigaraki suppressed a smile, turning to the side to face the arsonist.
— Do you want to destroy everything?
— I want to destroy everything by your side.
Tomura sighed and put his finger to Dabi's jaw, feeling the texture of the burned and purple skin, it was rough and delicate at the same time.
"I'm going to kiss you now," Dabi warned and Shigaraki nodded immediately.
The staples under Dabi's lip brushed against his chin, they were icy cold, his lips, despite the double texture, were moldable, soft. It was strange to touch another person's teeth with his tongue, a little bit of foreign saliva fell into his mouth and he felt a chill.
She heard the flame of the cigarette go out on the cement and Dabi's hand took hold of his back, pulling him towards him. Dabi's body was warm, totally comforting for the cold night.
They parted and looked at each other.
"Your lip." Dabi touched his lower lip, it burned so she guessed the dry skin had broken.
"To hell with my lip." Tomura took Dabi's jaw and kissed him again.
----
And that's where their relationship began, now Dabi slept with him, literally.
Tomura always had a bad habit of hugging a pillow, but Dabi was much more comfortable to hug, it was hot and his chest smelled like rubbing alcohol. Besides, he always caressed her neck before falling asleep, he had never slept so well before. He gave her little kisses on the temple and always gave her a light caress.
He combed her hair while he played, making her braids and bows.
She taught him how to do tricks with a lighter, the first time she tried it she burned her palm and Dabi quickly took the lighter away from her, kissing the wound. Every two hours she treated him and changed his bandages. It was a small wound, but still he dedicated himself to healing it perfectly.
For winter, Dabi was the best company in the world, he was warm, he regulated his temperature to one that Tomura liked, he hugged him protectively and gave him kisses, sometimes he hummed a lullaby until he fell asleep.
They played on the bed, Dabi picked him up, putting his feet on his stomach and holding his hands to steady him, it was really fun to do that. They rolled until one of them got tired and gave up, falling below the other.
Tomura was really enjoying dating Dabi.
Until, of course, the inevitable happened.
Dabi knew that he was asexual, he was fine with that, he didn't demand anything of her.
But Dabi was a man with needs and he only remembered it when he woke up one morning feeling something strange against him.
- Dabi, Dabi...
"Mmm," she stirred, still sleeping, hugging him tighter, she could feel his erection grind against him.
"Dabi wake up," he nudged her gently, trying to turn around.
The other's eyelids fluttered and he opened them.
"It's still early," she said with a slightly raspy voice, sinking her nose into Tomura's pale hair, "let's sleep a little longer..."
— It's just that... —she tried to look at him— you have a problem down there...
Dabi made a test move and realized what the problem was.
"Shiggy, I'm sorry." He broke away. I'll go download this.
He got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.
After a few minutes he came back with wet hair.
"I'm sorry," Dabi said approaching the bed.
"Don't worry," he made a space for her to lie down.
Dabi got in and snuggled up against him.
That went on for about a week, Dabi didn't complain, he could treat his erection by himself.
One night in particular, Dabi had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night while Shigaraki slept.
A small sound took him out of his dream, he blinked and knew immediately that Dabi was stopping his erection, despite the towel that he always used was on the chair, with a groan he got up and took it to leave it in the bathroom.
He paused for a second before entering, noticing the open door, Dabi was sitting there in the shower. His hand was between her legs, his strong chest rose and fell erratically, his jaw was clenched and smoke was coming out of his nostrils. A tingle grew in his stomach, sending a shiver up his spine.
He was masturbating.
His last approach to masturbation was with a porn video that he accidentally watched and was not happy with.
But wow, Dabi was something else.
Curved angles, contrast of purple and white, smooth bass and throaty sounds.
He caught his breath and went back to bed, ignoring the tingling in his stomach.
Dabi came out of the bathroom shortly after, Tomura pretended to be asleep, while he looked at him from under his lashes. He was wet and naked.
He took the towel and dried himself off. God, it was quite a sight.
He put on his sweatpants and his sleeveless shirt, he lay back on the bed, holding him. He squeezed her legs together, Dabi's scent and warmth making his head spin.
— Do you want us to do it? —He asked watching TV with Dabi, Dabi looked at him confused— I know it can be annoying for you... —he said slowly— you have physiological needs and I, as your partner, should help you with them...
Dabi shook his head, laughing.
"No, baby, you don't owe me sex just for being my partner." She caressed his leg, causing Tomura to press his lips together.
— But... What if you get bored of me and decide to go with another person who can give you sex? He wasn't afraid to be insecure in front of Dabi, he knew he had to be honest with him and that the black-haired man wouldn't make fun of him or use him against him.
"Mura, don't say that," he brought him closer to him with his arm around the other's shoulders, "I love you too much to lose you because of a physiological need that I can satisfy alone."
Tomura's cheeks flushed red.
The problem of his insecurity remained there, until a new one appeared.
He now he couldn't take his eyes off Dabi.
To Dabi's whole body.
His neck was long and so cute, his nose straight, his lips thin, his hands big and knuckled, his eyes were beautiful, his collarbones were sharp, his pecs were strangely exercised, there was a trail of white hair coming down from his chest. Navel pierced to her crotch, her pelvic bones showing too much. His eyelashes were also white, so he knew he dyed his hair and eyebrows, his clients were so cute, white despite being a chain smoker and straight, as if he had braces.
"Shiggy," and his voice was thick, it almost felt like a purr. Shiggy, baby...
- Yes? Him.” He blinked several times.
— I asked you if you wanted to take a bath first.
"Oh no, you go first.
"Okay," he turned around, taking his towel.
"Dabi wait." He got up from the bed.
- What's happening?
— Can I take a bath with you?
Dabi looked at him for a few seconds with his mouth open, Shigaraki had made it very clear that he did not like physical contact very much, he had also confessed that he had never been naked in front of anyone and that he did not like his body at all. . Dabi hadn't had a chance to see his body to debate him, but he wanted to. At last he could see his naked body, this was an impressive confidence boost.
- Of course you can, baby...
Dabi undressed first, he was less modest, so he sat naked on the edge of the tub, calculating the temperature. Tomura walked in shortly after, stripping off his shirt and pants, leaving her boyfriend mesmerized for a few long seconds. He looked at all the white skin of his full of pink scars.
- Come.
Tomura sat between Dabi's legs, holding his own legs, looking at his boyfriend's face.
"I always wanted to wash your hair while I was looking at you," Dabi said running his fingers through his boyfriend's foamy hair, who let out a small laugh.
- Always? Since you tried to attack me the first time you met me?
Yes, I already apologized for that.
- You did not do it.
— Well, I'm sorry!
Shigaraki burst out laughing.
"You also said that I looked disgusting," he smiled wanting to annoy his boyfriend.
Dabi growled pulling his hands out of his hair and turning extremely red.
— I panicked, okay? —he tried to cover his face— I didn't know what to say, I wanted to tell you something great and that shit came out...
Shigaraki couldn't help laughing moved, Dabi was always so cold and sure, that he confessed that he was nervous when they met made him feel butterflies in his stomach.
- What is that now? do you want to make me angry? He began to rinse his hair.
"Yes, you look handsome angry." He shook his head so that Dabi would remove all the foam.
— Be careful, Tomura, you know I get hot easily.
— Your play on words is not funny.
"Oh, shut up and kiss me.
Dabi circled his body pulling him towards him, kissing his mouth and caressing his back. He was lying on his chest, kissing him, while the arsonist left one hand on his waist and the other he used as a pillow so that the edge of the tub wouldn't bother his neck so much.
They were kissing for several minutes, with their bodies perfectly aligned with each other. Dabi was in charge of keeping the water hot to enjoy that moment a little more.
Until, of course, his body began to react. His erection was being crushed against Shigaraki's smooth thigh.
He slowly pulled away and they both looked down.
"I'm sorry," Dabi mumbled.
— Don't worry —he gave her a small kiss on the cheek—, I'll leave before so you can take care of that...
He got out of the tub, taking the towel to dry his body, out of the corner of his eye he could see Dabi looking at him, with relaxed eyelids and the healthy skin of her cheeks red. When he noticed Tomura looking at him he turned his face to the wall.
He wrapped the towel around his body and left the bathroom.
He sighed deeply making a face.
He dressed quickly, leaving the towel over his head to absorb the moisture. He took his cell phone and googled it.
He was looking for articles about sex life in relationships or something about how to have a relationship being asexual, but it didn't give him good answers, things like going to couples therapy couldn't be done being villains.
Maybe he could jerk him off.
He made a small gesture, before he would be very disgusted to think of touching another person like that, but now, thinking that the one he was going to touch was Dabi, his boyfriend, he was not disgusted, in fact it made him quite curious .
She didn't even have to use her hand, she could let Dabi masturbate against her thigh, while he gave her kisses and caresses. Yes, she could do that.
Smiling, she locked her cell phone and began to towel dry her hair, watching Dabi come out of the bathroom, already dressed.
She sat down next to her, taking the towel to dry his hair for him.
"Sorry about the bathroom," Dabi began.
"I already told you not to worry," Shigaraki whispered, relaxing into her boyfriend's hands.
"We were having a good time and I ruined it." He carefully wiped her neck moving closer to her back.
"Dabi, calm down," she turned to see him, "I have an idea that could help...
"Did you get a doctor to castrate me?"
"No," he laughed, "you could use me to masturbate."
- Excuse me, what? —He made his boss turn around to see his face— Mura, I already told you that you don't owe me sex just for being my boyfriend, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.
"You won't, I want to make you feel good," he brought their foreheads together, "really... I want to do that...
Dabi looked at him suspiciously, but Tomura pouted and couldn't fight it.
"Okay, let's do it...
Tomura smiled.
"When you get a boner just wake me up, okay?"
- Fine...
----
During the day they completely forgot the subject, taking care of the plans of the league. They were each on their own throughout the day, so when they finally finished their homework they just went to Shigaraki's room.
They changed into comfortable clothes and Dabi walked around Tomura to pull him onto the bed, tickling his stomach.
- Enough, Dabi, enough! —He laughed at Tomura trying to free himself from the arms of his boyfriend, who was now pulling air on his neck — you'll make me pee!
"Ujuju, I want to see that," he stopped to smile at her and get closer to his boss's face.
"You wouldn't." He narrowed his eyes.
“Oh, of course I would.
Dabi moved closer to give him a soft kiss on the lips, until he felt a strong blow to the head.
- Defend yourself! Tomura threw a pillow at him to start a fight.
They played for a long time, until Dabi took him and laid him down, leaving his lower body on top of his lap. He began beating Shigaraki's flat stomach like a drum, making him laugh.
"You're so skinny, I bet I could perfectly wrap my hands around your waist," Dabi whispered, smiling at him.
"Try it" as soon as he said that, the arsonist grabbed him by the waist and sat him completely on top of him.
They started with small kisses, with wet sounds and small laughs. Shigaraki circled his shoulders, scratching the back of his neck like he knows his boyfriend likes him, as he deepened the kiss and didn't let Dabi pull away from him.
When his tongues touched they both sighed and pressed their bodies closer together. Tomura loved kissing Dabi, having him close to him, being able to hug him and take ownership of his natural warmth.
"Tomura..." Dabi sighed, squeezing his boyfriend's waist "can I kiss your neck?"
Shigaraki thought for a bit before gently nodding. Dabi lowered his face slowly, nuzzled the jugular with his nose, then gave a light kiss, when he made sure Tomura was okay with that, he gave longer and wet kisses.
The kisses felt warm and caused a flutter in his chest that made him feel happy. Having Dabi around made him happy. He sighed, his boyfriend's lips feeling great on his damaged neck.
Having his cuddles, the warmth of him and the smell of him close to him, made him feel loved and protected.
Suddenly he felt something just below him, Dabi's body was reacting.
"Dabi..." he called out.
- Yes, I know.
- You will do it?
Dabi hid his face in his neck.
- Are you sure?
"Yes, I already told you, it doesn't bother me.
"Well, it will be embarrassing for me…" Dabi laughed.
"We have bathed together, you have nothing to be ashamed of," he looked at his face and smiled at her, "just... do it..."
- Good...
They both made themselves comfortable on the bed, arranged the clothes and sheets.
"You should get on top of me, you'll be able to move better," Shigaraki said, lying down and fixing the pillow under his head, "with my thigh between your legs and that's it."
Dabi sighed, the healthy skin on her cheeks flushed.
"This is very embarrassing," he whispered.
"Come on, it's not like you've never had sex before." Shigaraki propped himself up on his elbows.
"It's different…" he rolled his eyes.
"Explain it to me," he said, "for me, coitus is coitus."
"It's..." Dabi sighed "very different from having casual sex with an idiot at the bar or a prostitute than with my boyfriend, you know?"
Shigaraki frowned in confusion.
— With you it's special —he caressed her cheek—, you're my boyfriend and I love you...
"Then come, trust me and don't be ashamed." He took him by the cheeks and brought him closer to him.
She gave him a little kiss, carefully forcing him to fall on top of his body.
Shigaraki made sure to put his thigh between Dabi's legs so he could rub himself.
The black-haired man settled on the boss's body, without stopping kissing him. He slowly began to get more confident and rubbed against his thigh, letting out a sigh into Shigaraki's mouth.
Shigaraki just kept kissing him and running his gloved fingers over his boyfriend's scalp, feeling the hardness against his hot, wet thigh.
He felt Dabi's body release a moist heat and little by little he began to sweat, giving the room a warm atmosphere.
Shigaraki wrapped his spare leg around Dabi's, goading him not to limit himself.
The arsonist stopped kissing him to hide his face in the crook of Tomura's neck, breathing heavily, moving his body up and down, moving his scarred hands to the sheets to grab and pull at them.
As he ground further against his thigh, he heard a growl against his ear.
"Tomura…" he murmured, exhaling hot air on his neck, moving his hips further.
Shigaraki kissed his jaw and stroked his back under his shirt, touching the healthy skin that was still sensitive.
He lifted his leg higher for more friction.
"Oh shit," he moaned louder against his ear causing strange tickling in Shigaraki's stomach, "shit, shit, shit..."
Dabi took the sheets to the side of Tomura's head, tensing at the bubble of pleasure in his stomach.
"Dabi..." he murmured, turning to see his boy's face.
He had a rueful expression, with the healthy skin of his cheeks dyed red, sweating, with his mouth slightly open, a little saliva running down it in a way that strangely did not displease him. He liked that expression.
Dabi right now was like putty between his hands like this. Something possessive and dominant in him was aroused like a flutter.
She cupped her gloved hands to his cheeks and made him look at him.
"You're doing very well," he smiled at her, "you're so good...
Dabi moaned loudly and moved harder against his thigh.
Shigaraki smiled more widely.
"Good boy, good boy…" he repeated softly in his ear.
A few more hip thrusts and Dabi nearly sobbed into his neck.
They both stood still, with Dabi breathing too hard on his neck. Shigaraki was smiling, stroking his black hair and kissing him on the cheek.
Dabi raised his head to look at his boss.
- How are you? Tomura asked. "Isn't that better than going down alone?"
The other laughed.
"Yes, it's much better." He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
They kissed slowly, smiling.
"I love you, Tomura," he whispered in his ear.
Shigaraki smiled.
- I love you too...
----
That happened several more times, for several nights in a row.
Contrary to what Dabi thought, Tomura didn't dislike her using him to satisfy himself, on the contrary, he liked having power over his boyfriend, like, with a few compliments, Dabi would moan and growl in his ear. He loved it when his girl called his name out of desperation at him, begging for more compliments.
Until something happened that surprised him.
He got excited.
He got excited and didn't dislike her like before.
He found that Dabi's eyes and pleased face excited him.
And now he didn't know what to do.
A few months ago he was convinced that he hated any type of sexual contact, he hated fluids, sweat, moist body heat. He always thought that, so it always made sense that he was asexual.
But now he was so confused.
He really enjoyed Dabi's closeness, he enjoyed Dabi's sexuality and how he pleasured himself.
One day after bathing, Tomura lay on him to put the special cream for burns on his face.
Dabi admired how Tomura's slender fingers took a little bit of the ointment and he carefully applied it to the damaged skin, his beautiful eyes focused on what he was doing.
"You look pretty like that," Dabi said hugging his boss on top of him.
Tomura just smiled at her and continued spreading the cream.
As he brushed past his cheeks staring at her uneven lips, he covered up the cream and leaned in to kiss Dabi. The other hugged him, but instead of continuing the kiss, he blew into Tomura's mouth.
- Moron! Shigaraki laughed, slapping him lightly on the cheek. Dabi laughed, but her lips met his boyfriend's again.
Tomura smiled between the kiss, enjoying his intimate moment with his boyfriend. She brought her hands to the dark-haired man's neck, gently scratching her scalp.
Dabi parted a bit.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love that you do that? Ella — she sighed, smiling at him.
Tomura shook his head imitating her boyfriend's smile.
"Well, I love that you do that," she whispered, taking her hands under Shigaraki's shirt to caress her soft and sensitive skin.
She kissed Dabi again, very slowly, without stopping caressing her hair. She liked her boyfriend to feel good, so she didn't care that her fingers hurt from scratching as long as Dabi enjoyed her.
The dark-haired man moved her hip up and Tomura knew she was getting aroused. She wanted to see it and touch it, for sure Dabi would melt in her hands. As she continued to kiss him and stroke his hair, she made sure to position her pelvis on top of Dabi's, with her legs on either side of her body.
She moved her hips a little and smiled when she heard Dabi's soft moan.
Dabi parted slightly.
"I have to put my hands on your butt," Dabi sighed, "please let me grope you..."
She smiled wider, she loved how Dabi was so submissive when they were intimate.
"Of course you can," she whispered in his ear.
Hot hands quickly fell to his buttocks, squeezing them like marshmallows. She moved on top of him again, enjoying the control he had over her boyfriend.
Dabi moaned between her mouths, pulling him closer to his body. Tomura kept smiling and stroking the back of her boyfriend's neck until an almost electric tingle ran down his spine and made him gasp, pulling away from Dabi.
"Is something wrong, baby?" Dabby muttered.
Shigaraki blinked and shook his head.
- Not calm...
He moved over Dabi's body again and the tingling now increased in his lower belly and between his legs.
He wanted to know if he could enjoy this without feeling gross like when he masturbated or came across some porn video or even thought about sex.
He lowered his pelvis further against Dabi's and they both groaned. He lowered his hands to his pants and slowly removed them until the member came out. He joined her lips again, while he took the member in his hand, caressing it up and down.
"God, Tomura…" he moaned between his mouths.
She touched her thumb to the Jacob's ladder on her boyfriend's member and went up to move the ring on his glans.
"Shit…" Dabi jerked his head back.
Tomura groaned at the image below him. He wanted that too, he wanted to enjoy Dabi, he wanted to enjoy Dabi.
She somewhat slowly lowered her other hand and lowered his pants little by little until she released her penis, sighing.
"Tomura, what--?"
"Shh, I just... I just want to try something..."
- Good...
She adjusted her pants better and slowly lowered her hips until her limbs touched.
"Shit," Tomura let out in a muffled moan, lying down and making himself comfortable on his boyfriend's body.
"Yeah, shit..." Dabi laughed.
Shigaraki moved and saliva almost fell from his mouth. That felt fucking good, and he felt even better knowing that Dabi was in the same condition as him and was holding his ass like his life depended on it. He kept rocking, looking for more pleasure, but Dabi's hand stopped him.
"Wait…" he panted, "that feels fucking good…but I know of something that will feel better…"
She looked at him curiously, and before she asked, his back hit the mattress and he suddenly had Dabi on top of him and between his legs.
"I love you, baby," he whispered in his ear, making Tomura smile.
He almost cried out when Dabi's hot hand took hold of his cock and began to rub.
"Wow, shit...! He clung to his boyfriend almost desperately.
He heard Dabi's moans in his ear and his breath on his neck, causing him to shudder and his body to grow hotter.
"Mura, Mura..." Dabi moaned like a mantra.
"Dabi..." he panted back, "w-good boy...you're a good boy...you make me feel so good..."
Dabi grunted and quickened the speed of his hand. He wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's hips as he felt a warm little nub form in his stomach and his legs lost strength, beginning to tremble.
The room felt like a sauna, Dabi's temperature was stifling, but god…his skin tingled every time Dabi brought his hot body closer. He was sweating and his hair was sticking to his forehead just like the black-haired man's.
She brushed the hair from the arsonist's scarred face, kissed his cheeks and lips, swallowing her moans.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop…" she began to tense up and Dabi's hand much faster.
They both practically screamed as their orgasms hit their bodies.
Shigaraki felt his head light, his body relaxed and his eyes sleepy, he felt like a cloud. He felt so at peace that he didn't even care that his and Dabi's cum was on his stomach.
Her boyfriend took it upon himself to clean them both up with the wet towels that Shigaraki used to keep on his nightstand.
Dabi pulled him into his body and hugged him like a child hugging his favorite stuffed animal. He gave her several kisses and caresses, just the way Tomura liked it.
"That was…interesting…" Tomura began, resting his forehead against Dabi's collarbone.
- Interesting? Dabby laughed.
"Well…" she rolled her eyes, "it felt good…too good, actually…"
"Yeah, well." Dabi stroked her hair. I thought you didn't like this, you know, because of the fluids and shit.
— Yes, I thought so too —she got up a little to see her boyfriend's face—, but, I don't know, with you he felt different...
"Awww," the arsonist mocked causing Tomura to give him a light punch on the arm.
They stayed quiet for a few minutes, regulating their breaths and enjoying each other's company.
- Know something? Tomura spoke again.
- Hmm?
— I would like to experiment a little more...
- What are you thinking about?
- I want you in me...
Dabi's rapid rise in body temperature from 40° to 48° in one second caused her nose to bleed.
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Tomura lay on his back, grabbing his cell phone and starting a little investigation.
His hips ached, several of the bites on his neck and thighs itched, the little accidental fingerprint burns Dabi left on his waist bothered, but damn if he wasn't feeling fucking ecstatic.
Being joined like this with Dabi had been one of the best feelings he had ever experienced in his life. Even though his legs cramped and his thighs burned from riding Dabi for almost an hour. Sometimes his hair got under his boyfriend's hand by accident and they laughed more than once trying to get a comfortable position for both of them at first, but everything went from strength to strength as soon as they found their rhythm.
It was a really nice experience.
He laughed, embarrassed by all the cute sensations Dabi could cause inside him.
"What are you laughing at, baby?" The dark-haired man walked towards the bed with only a blue boxer shorts on, he had been repairing the staples in his neck that Tomura accidentally pulled out with his teeth in the middle of his fever.
"You're welcome, I'm just in a good mood," he smiled looking at his cell phone.
Dabi leaned in next to his boyfriend, giving him a fleeting kiss on the cheek. He brought his eyes closer to the cell phone reading what caught all of Shigaraki's attention.
He smiled when he finished reading and looked at Tomura who was also smiling.
"Interesting," Dabi said.
Shigaraki turned to look at him, leaving his cell phone forgotten on the mattress.
— Yes, very interesting… — he got closer to Dabi, while he bit his lip and shortened the distance to kiss his boss.
Meanwhile, on the cell phone it was shown:
"The result of your test is:
Congratulations you are Demisexual!
You are within the Asexual Spectrum, along with graysexuality, asexuality, etc.
The demisexual is someone who does not experience sexual attraction until they forge an emotional bond with another person."