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Dabi groaned low in his throat, body tensing and bowing over as cum dribbles from the tip of his cock. Whining gasps tumble past his lips, hips thrusting up in desperation as the buzzing inside him doesn't relent; if anything, its power increases, dragging more whines from him.
"P-Pleeeeaaase?" The word is gasped, barely understandable as sapphire eyes stare up at you, glossy with tears. It makes you smile, seeing him so debauched.
"Mmm, depends baby boy." The words are practically purred as you lean down, fingers gripping his jaw - "'s too tight-" - before you press a deceptively soft kiss to his lips. "Have you been counting as I asked?"
The fear that floods his face is immediate and delicious, wide eyes shedding bloodied tears as he realises he's lost count. "'M sorry, I-I was counting, I swear, Master please, please have mercy-!"
"No." Your response is curt, pushing him back and watching him try to adjust so the toy doesn't keep hitting his prostate - "please, I can do better, please" - before reaching for the remote in your pocket. "Master, I-"
"Shut up; You should've counted, little slut. Three more if you're good. If not... well, I hope you at the very least stay awake long enough for me to enjoy your screams, hm?"
Your finger flicks the button on the remote and Dabi's ragged voice fills the room.