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And if you can't stop shaking
lean back
let it move right through ya
*****
Dabi stares at the ceiling, unseeing, as muted laughter echoes from the mint green tiles. What sounds like a drunken, muffed shout rips through the room; then, a cacophony of hysterical giggles.
He exhales slowly, the smoke billowing lazily towards the ceiling in the semi-darkness as his head lolls back.
“Fucking cheerleaders.”
The low grumble lacks any heat, and honestly, getting angry sounds like far too much trouble anyway right now. His skin prickles where milky water ripples against his chest periodically, perfectly in time with the excruciating techno playlist blaring on the first floor.
He lets himself slip a little lower with a sigh.
Fuck, he loves this shitty little bathroom. If it weren’t for those six square meters of pure bliss, tiny tub and even tinier skylight directly above and all, he’d have surely dropped out already. As it is, the fancy little milk-and-honey bath oils Toga got him for Christmas make him feel like he’s floating on goddamn air, so he really can't be bothered with thinking about classes or work.
Not that he’ll ever tell her that.
He sighs lowly - entirely too relaxed and boneless and not really giving a fuck because the warm liquid feels so incredibly nice against his scarred body. His fingers are already starting to prune, but the silky feeling of his tight skin smoothening slowly as he soaks is too alluring to get out just yet.
Instead, he takes another deep drag, feeling the warmth spreading down to his toes before letting his hand drop away over the edge of the tub. If the smoldering tip scatters ashes everywhere across the tiled floor, he’ll just rinse it down later.
He absentmindedly lifts his calf from the murky water and onto the rim to mitigate the heat slowly rising within him. The weak moonlight hits layers upon layers of black ink, and he’s vaguely thinking about getting his leg sleeves touched up soon, hand halfway to his mouth to take another drag.
At least, until the door gets thrown open.
It’s probably a testament to how incredibly stoned he already is – perhaps he shouldn’t have lit that second bowl after all, but who gives a fuck – that Dabi just turns his head to the silhouette suddenly standing in his doorway, uncomprehending.
The dim lights from where he left his bedside lamp turned on momentarily flood the bathroom and make him squint. Then, the door is pulled shut with a tiny little click that sounds too loud even with the thudding white noise from the first floor.
His eyebrows raise to his hairline.
What the actual fuck...?
The other person isn’t too tall as far as he can tell in the returning darkness, but he’s pretty sure it’s a guy. His hair looks bright, maybe blond, and ruffled, and the mess is made even worse when a hand reaches up to agitatedly run through it with a low, deep sigh.
He doesn't seem to notice he isn't alone, and that's just as well, considering Dabi's a few feet away with his junk more or less out.
He should probably say something, but he can't imagine addressing the guy out of the blue will go over all that well, and he can't really be bothered to move right now either way.
Besides, if he's being completely honest, Dabi can't quite help but stare, and all thoughts of handling the situation flee his quickly emptying head as he notices the dark outlines around the other man's eyes.
He's wearing eyeliner, clearly visible with his eyes closed now; the delicate, coal curves a stark contrast to his fair skin, and the way it accentuates his high cheekbones and sharp chin?
Even in the shitty light, Dabi's deeply, truly stoned self is sure he's never seen a more beautiful person before.
And it's not just his face, no. His shoulders seem broad and strong, but the outline of his waist looks absolutely tiny as his arms lift.
Dabi swallows.
The thing is, he always gets a bit horny whenever he smokes (sue him); another reason why he prefers to do so alone and in the privacy of his little attic quarters. It's mostly him and his hand anyway, nowadays. He's just never really had much patience for one-night stands to begin with, and his acquired taste of a look hasn't really helped in that regard, either.
But all of that said, it's not like he doesn't enjoy a warm body like the next guy, and if there is anything that drives him just the totally unhinged side of wild, it's delicate-looking guys.
And, lord in heaven, does that guy tick all of his boxes to a frightening degree. He's so certain his fingers would touch should he reach out and wrap his hands around the guy's waist, it almost makes his fingertips tingle with awareness as he stares.
Get a fucking grip.
He’s about to open his mouth to say - well, what the fuck do you say to the guy barging in on you while you smoke weed in the tub? – when his calf suddenly and noisily slips from the rim.
The resounding splash is deafening, even with the blaring bass from downstairs, and the mere fraction of a second of silence that follows has a wave of horror and mortification rising in Dabi's chest.
He doesn't have to think about his own idiocy for very long.
„What the fuck?!“
The startled yelp echoes through the room. Without a warning, the light comes on, and Dabi's instantly blinded as the single, bare bulb dangling from the sloping ceiling by its cord throws everything in startlingly sharp contrast.
He rushes to shield his burning eyes with his free hand, groaning lowly. "Fucking - will you turn that off?"
Unsurprisingly, his demand goes ignored.
"What the - no! What the hell are you doing?!" He distantly thinks that even the guy's voice is hot - what the fuck is wrong with you, stop fucking creaming over some goddamn stranger - and drops his arm, squinting at the other guy with all the irritation his horny mind can manage.
Which is to say, not a lot.
"Me? What the hell are you doing?", he sits up with a start, rubbing his hands down his face with another groan, doobie between his fingers and all. "'s it too fucking much to ask to get some privacy while taking a bath now?"
His annoyed gaze finds the other man's for the first time, and he realizes with a pang that he’d been right. He's looking unreal.
Startled amber eyes are wide as they lock on his, and even slack-jawed with surprise, he still looks like he just came from some modeling gig with fucking Armani.
Well, apart from his outfit. The washed-out jeans and long-sleeved gray shirt shouldn't look particularly good on anyone, but absurdly, the minimalism in his clothing only seems to enhance his ridiculously good looks like a nondescript, slim frame does an old master's painting.
The inky outline of what looks like delicately crafted wings curls up from beneath the guy's neckline. Dabi can't decide if he's more annoyed or turned on.
I'm never gonna smoke again.
"I'm -", the guy starts, then closes his mouth again. He's still staring at Dabi, surprised and a little shocked as he leans back against the door as if to create more distance between him and the freaky guy in the tub. Dabi almost scoffs. "I'm sorry?", honey eyes blink rapidly and he tries again. "I didn't know there was anyone in here -"
"You literally walked through my bedroom to get here", Dabi huffs and crosses his legs to sit sideways in the tub, lazily leaning his arms against the rim as he scrutinizes the other man. The sensations are too faint to pick up anymore, but with the way the golden gaze briefly drops to his naked chest, the water drops he knows must run down the dark patches of skin suddenly almost burn in his mind.
When the guy meets his eyes again, his throat bobs as he swallows. "I'm sorry. I just needed some space, and there was nobody up here, so..."
Dabi doesn't tell him that nobody is up here because even the densest of freshmen know not to cross into his quarters, especially during a frat party. Instead, he flicks the joint, ash dropping forgotten to the floor.
"Whatever", a drag, an exhale. "Never thought I'd see the day where a jock like you would need some space."
His tattooed fingers curl around the air quotes teasingly, and his ears almost ring with the startled laughter he gets in response.
"Gee, you're mean for a stoner", the guy quips, stance relaxing slowly as he lazily crosses his arms in front of his chest. The cheeky grin makes him about twenty percent more attractive, and Dabi feels twenty percent dumber because of it.
Dabi snorts, raising a brow. "Aw, you envious, birdie?", he doesn't know where the sudden nickname comes from, and from the raised eyebrow, he guesses the guy doesn't, either. A smirk curls his lips. "Ask me nicely, perhaps I'll share."
No words could describe the sick satisfaction swirling within him as the man blushes in response. He takes another drag, eyes never leaving the molten gold as his cheeks hollow around the filter in a way that's entirely too suggestive.
A quiet voice in the back of his head wants to know what this is all about, why he is encouraging a stranger in this situation; but as is so often the case when his survival instincts tingle and rise within him, he viciously stuffs them back down.
Who says you can't flirt with the ridiculously hot guy you're seeing for the first time while butt-ass naked and high as all hell in the bathtub?
That's right, no one.
The guy clears his throat with a little chuckle, gaze dropping and hand awkwardly fluffing up his hair some more. Dabi would pay him to do it his stead, he thinks dumbly.
"Didn’t wanna barge in on your bubble bath, hot stuff", he should be offended by the girly description, but the nickname makes his head go blank. So does the tiny little smirk when their eyes meet again. "But since you're offering...?"
It's an open question, like he'll leave this instant if Dabi was only joking. Dabi looks at his slightly unsure posture with a hum. He kind of never wants him to leave again.
Wordlessly, he lifts the doobie towards the guy. Water splashes around him with the movement before settling down again.
When the other man just looks stunned, he quirks a grin, waving his outstretched hand in a What the hell are you waiting for? motion.
His eyes widen and he quickly stumbles further into the room, as if Dabi would change his mind about this should he wait a second too long. The unexpectedly uncoordinated move makes Dabi snort and the guy blushes again, quickly taking the nub with careful fingers.
„Thank you!“, he sounds entirely too polite for someone about to get stoned.
If he's apprehensive about sharing the smoke, it doesn't show in the way he brings it to his lips without hesitation. His eyes close with the drag, and fuck, smoking shouldn't look so hot on anyone, but being absurdly devastating seems to be a theme with the guy.
Dabi leans back to have an easier time looking at him now that he is closer. The faucet digs into his scapula uncomfortably, but he doesn't feel anything but the blood pulsing in his ears anyway.
The blond exhales, smoke rippling towards the ceiling window in lazy curls. When he turns back to Dabi, there's a sharp quality to his gaze as he wordlessly hands the nub back.
Dabi hums, closing his lips around the same spot blondie's had seconds before, and suddenly, the drag feels magnitudes more intoxicating. He regards the guy standing next to him thoughtfully, mind deliciously slow for once.
"You trying to sneak a peek from up there?", he teases with a grin, and his lips stretch even further when amber eyes distractedly drop to his snake bites with the motion. The You can sit down if you want goes unspoken.
A low chuckle. "Truth be told, kinda? The murky water is a bummer", he fixes Dabi with an amused tilt of his head, hesitating only for a second before he actually sinks to the floor.
Dabi stares, eyebrows raised, as the man shuffles to the wall at the lower end of the tub, leaning back without a care in the world and making gimme gimme motions with his hands until Dabi dazedly hands the joint over again.
What the hell was with that guy? What the hell was with him, just suggesting this in the first place? It should be weird as fuck, objectively; having him just sit there and share a smoke with Dabi as if they’d made plans to meet up like this beforehand. As if they fucking knew each other, to begin with. It should be weird, but it somehow isn’t – at least to him.
Is it weird?
God, someone kill him.
When he doesn't say anything for too long, blondie's grin turns deceptively innocent. He looks stupidly at ease. "What? Did you want me to get in with you instead?", he asks, drawing a leg up to lean a muscled arm on his knee, eyes fixed on the milky water as if contemplating getting in there for real.
His teasing grin has Dabi's heart stuttering in his chest, and he's suddenly glad for the opacity when blood rushes to body parts he shouldn't think about too hard just now.
Fuck, he can't even remember the last time such a ridiculously hot guy flirted with him in a normal setting (probably never). In this unusual, weirdly hot atmosphere? All of this is doing it for him entirely too much.
He clears his suddenly too-dry throat.
"Nah", does his voice sound raspy? "Mom tells me I shouldn't let strangers in my tub."
Blondie chortles and throws his head back, his slim, elegant, creamy – fucking stop it – neck bared with the motion, and Dabi simultaneously feels like he's regaining his footing and toppling down a cliff.
"Yeah, thought you were a momma's boy", he retorts with a chuckle, taking a drag and letting his gaze deliberately trail down the tattoos coating the entirety of Dabi's upper body and neck. His eyes seem dark, and the measly light casts long shadows across the curves and edges of his handsome, handsome face.
Dabi stretches one leg to the side just to move, the water jostling. "Funny", he muses, watching aptly as gently curved lips close around another inhale before finding golden orbs again, grin turning sharp, "And here I was hoping you'd be a daddy's boy."
The guy's eyes widen instantly, and his startled inhale causes him to cough up smoke in a way that seems plain painful.
Dabi laughs like a hyena, leaning over to steal his smoke back from distracted hands.
"Fuck, hot stuff", blondie wheezes, and Dabi is absurdly pleased that the nickname stuck, "a warning."
He snorts, lifting a brow. "You're walking in on a naked guy no problem but that's what gets you shy?" He chuckles at the pretty eye roll that gets him, grabbing his forgotten beer bottle from next to the tub and handing it over for the guy to take a sip.
He takes it with a raspy thanks, again not hesitating before taking a sip to clear his sore throat. Did he always just share stuff (more like spit) with people he just met? What the fuck did it even matter if he did? Dabi wants to smack himself stupid.
"So, you gonna tell me why you ambushed me, or are we gonna stick with the divert and deflect shtick from before?"
It's not really his style to pry, and his teasing lilt makes it clear he's joking more than looking for actual answers, but to his surprise, blondie just gives a defeated sigh and leans back against the wall.
"It's nothing specific", full lips pull into a thoughtful pout as he glances toward the ceiling for a second. "Just - there's like, a lot of people down there, and just about every other person wanted to talk to me for whatever unnecessary bullshit."
Yeah, that checks out, Dabi muses. Everybody always tries to hit on the hot dude.
"Tell them to leave you the fuck alone, then", he retorts, maneuvering around to properly recline again as he had before this pretty little interruption. His cyan gaze locks on deadpan gold. "Or get some facial tattoos. I hear that does the trick."
Blondie snorts, eyes briefly trailing along Dabi's tattooed jaw and neck before getting stuck on the lip piercings again. Dabi grins, shaking him out of his reverie.
The guy runs an agitated hand through his hair with a sigh, then moves on to fiddling with his hands in his lap. It makes him look half his age, and it really shouldn't be half as cute as it is. How old is he anyway? He seems a little too old for the usual crowd, but perhaps still a year or two younger than Dabi.
"It's not just the people. I just - don't really do well with crowds. Or loud noises. Or both combined." A sigh. "I feel like I should have outgrown this at some point, you know? But then I'm here, and I'm still getting equally as overwhelmed as I have back when I was a kid, trying to find a quiet place to make everything just stop for a second and - "
He trails off, sounding frustrated, and Dabi wordlessly hands over the last of his smoke. He takes it with a weak thank you and brings the butt to his lips for a last inhale before straightening up to snuff it out in the sink next to him.
Dabi doesn't say anything, watching him quietly as he tips his head back against the wall again, looking deep in thought and agitated and tired and beautiful.
"I'm sorry", he throws Dabi an embarrassed little smile and ruffles his hair again. It should look like a bird's nest at this point, but somehow, he still makes it work. "Didn’t wanna drag you down, sorry."
Dabi hears the hesitation, sees the way he pushes back into the tiles, and gets the feeling he doesn't speak his mind all that often. He immediately decides that he doesn't wanna see him shrink in on himself ever again.
"Don't apologize for how you feel, birdie", he murmurs, pushing his calf up again until it touches the tiled wall along the long edge of the tub. He wonders when the situation has tilted from flirty to deep, but surprisingly finds that he doesn't mind one bit. His eyes fix on the ceiling window, and he distractedly nibbles on his lip piercing, contemplating his next words. Fuck it. "I'm the same. Or, well, can't say I totally relate 'cause I was vastly different as a child, but I can't handle crowds well now, either. There's a reason you found me in the attic during a frat party."
Their eyes meet, and a tired smile spreads on the guy's lips as his shoulders relax again. That's better. "Why would you stay in a frat house, then?"
Dabi huffs a quiet laugh. "For someone running from conversation, you seem awfully invested now", he teases, a weak attempt at distraction that doesn't go unnoticed if the clever flash in golden eyes is any indication.
Blondie raises an eyebrow with a dry look. "Can't say Hey dude, wanna suck my dick? stimulates my poetic side."
Dabi's lips twist in a smirk. „Mmh, that’s because I didn’t ask for it yet.“
The guy snorts a startled laugh and Dabi smirks. He reaches behind his head, blindly pawing for the last joint he rolled before getting in. He's feeling mellowed out and glowy already, so he doesn't want to take much more, but his unexpected company might be a different story.
If he wasn't spectacularly blazed and astonishingly content at the moment, he'd probably stop to wonder why he suddenly cared about this guy's needs when he usually couldn't be bothered to share a smoke with anyone.
But then again, perhaps he was dreaming all of this to begin with, who’s to say?
Don’t do drugs, kids.
He lifts the joint with a questioning raise of his eyebrow, and the guy's eyes widen before he nods with a little smile.
"So resourceful."
"Wasn't gonna smoke it alone", Dabi trails off with a shrug. "Throw me the lighter? On the sink."
He watches the guy get up to fetch it, and is surprised when he quickly reaches over to hit the light switch, bathing the room in the semi-darkness of the moonlight once more.
"That's how you like it, right? Better like this?", Dabi can hear the smile in his voice, gets almost distracted by how vividly he can picture it in his mind for having only first seen it mere minutes ago, and his heart starts beating idiotically fast for no apparent reason at all.
"Mmh, better", he murmurs, his mouth dry for reasons entirely unrelated to his recreational use of weed.
He puts the filter between his lips again and reaches out for the lighter, but blondie comes closer instead, reaches out, and slowly, carefully, lights the tip for Dabi himself.
Dabi's jaw almost goes slack with the sudden proximity, and he barely gets a grip fast enough to not drop the new joint into his bathing water from shock.
If the guy notices his stunned look, he doesn't comment. Instead, he sits back down right where he stands, leaning a shoulder against the tub sideways, at the height of Dabi's hips, and facing him with a little grin.
Dabi swallows. They're closer like this, obviously, heads barely two feet apart, but he literally stood closer to a woman in the fucking bank today than this - why is he getting so flustered?
It can't be just because of some frighteningly pretty eyes, can it? Or smile, or waist, or whatever the hell other absurdly handsome body part of his, right? Is he that shallow? Hell, his own body is frankly one huge, ugly scar so he's really hoping he isn’t, but the level of attraction he feels for that stranger is staggering even in his current state of mind.
Perhaps it is all the weed to begin with?
Fuck.
He clears his throat, taking a small drag and passing it on. "My baby brother started college here last year." The guy looks as surprised by the sudden explanation - apropos of nothing, really - as Dabi feels, but he powers through. "Always wanted to, too, so I tagged along. We joined the frat 'cause it's cheaper. He's a floor below."
Amber eyes trace his face, smoke slowly billowing from the side of his mouth with a slow exhale as he nods. "You sound close."
Dabi huffs a fond little laugh. "Yeah, he -", he stops short, wondering why he is telling this, but quickly deciding he doesn’t give a fuck right now, "he stayed with me, growing up." His icy blue gaze traces those handsome features, and he only finds honest, focused attention staring back. "There was an... incident."
He lifts the arm closest to the other man, languidly turning it over until the mangled flesh on the inside of his wrist - the only patch left which he can never bring himself to ink over, no matter how much time passes - catches the moonlight and golden eyes widen more with the second as horrified understanding seems to dawn.
"We couldn't stay there. I'd turned eighteen a bit prior, so I got full custody."
He doesn't elaborate, but that's just as well, because he only ever told Shigaraki this much before, and he didn't even know this guy's name, for fuck's sake. Why does he feel so comfortable talking about this now?
He huffs lightly, letting his arm drop into the murky water with a start, not wanting to look at it anymore. Blondie stares at him intently. He clears his throat.
"He likes it here, though", he continues with an eye roll and a shitton of fake bravado. "Joins all the parties, fucking jock. Plays in the football team, though I'm half convinced he just signed up because he's in puppy love with the little quarterback."
They both chuckle at the visual, and Dabi sinks lower in the tub as an almost cathartic calm fills him, making him even more pliant than the weed already did.
Blondie props his arm up against the rim and leans a cheek in his hand, watching him quietly with those striking amber eyes carefully outlined in black. His movements have started to mellow out with the weed, and Dabi dumbly thinks he's even more devastating with the edge taken off.
Dabi feels his gaze drag along his chin line - along the swirling, inky patterns reaching up to his mid-cheek - no doubt finding traces of the same gnarled skin beneath all of the black now that he knows what to look for, and Dabi tenses up, but the dreaded questions never come.
Instead, he slowly places the doobie against his lips, the tip briefly flaring red in the darkness as he inhales deeply, his thoughtful gaze fixated on Dabi. He drags it away again, but this time with his far hand, and all of a sudden, the now free arm propped on the tub starts to lower.
Dabi can only stare as tanned fingers touch the water’s surface, dragging feather-light traces into the murky liquid that add up and ripple against Dabi’s chest. His amber gaze is locked onto the movement, seeming tranced by the motion, and Dabi lies there, absolutely still, unable to rip his eyes from his hauntingly beautiful face as the moonlight hits his high cheekbones just right, making him seem fucking ethereal with his ruffled hair and his hooded eyes and Dabi feels a flash of heat flooding his entire body at once, so unbelievably intense he can’t fucking breathe -
Their gazes meet without a warning, and the guy‘s eyelids drop even further, almost totally hiding irises of such a rich shade of gold they almost simmer like lava. His whole body seems pulled taught, ready to pounce, his hand slowly coming to a stop just shy of touching the geometric shapes twirling above Dabi’s sternum. His eyes are on fire.
Dabi watches, enraptured, as a pink tongue distractedly swipes across a plush bottom lip.
„I think you should ask for it, after all, hot stuff.“
The single, quiet murmur cuts through the air and leaves a tense silence for what feels like years but has to be only a few seconds as Dabi’s blazed, overwhelmed mind struggles to connect the dots, but when it does –
It‘s like a goddamn shot between the eyes.
Dabi feels a tidal wave of adrenaline flooding his system out of fucking nowhere, with an intensity he’s never even thought possible, to the point he only hears static, sees static. The pounding in his ears increases tenfold, air stopping in his lungs as they just look at each other; gazes locked, tense, testing, waiting –
Dabi feels utterly drunk when he finally manages the words, a dark smirk splitting his face as he wets his suddenly dry lips.
„Wanna suck my dick, birdie?“
He wants to sound flirty, ironic, but his tone falls just short of desperate, and birdie’s eyes turn black.
He’s halfway out of the tub before he even realizes what he’s doing.
His abs hit the rim in an idiotically direct approach to fucking get closer, water splashing everywhere with his frantic movement - but it’s not a problem, because the other man is suddenly there, meeting him halfway.
Inked fingers grab blindly at the loose fabric of the shirt, sliding up into messy blond strands and dragging him over the edge of the tub just as tanned hands move along his neck to bury in black locks. They’re inches apart, and blondie’s pupils are absolutely blown as his gaze flickers between cyan irises and pierced lips in barely contained heat.
„Can I – “
„Don’t even fucking ask – “, Dabi cuts him off, giving his hair a punishing tug and reveling in the resulting groan he gets as blondie quickly flicks the rest of the joint into the sink –
and then there are finally lips on his own in the most desperate, frantic, glorious kiss he’s ever experienced.
The pressure is bruising, neither of them in any state of mind to try and take this slow. Blondie opens his mouth and Dabi groans, pulling him closer, licking inside to taste ash and beer and him on his tongue and he never wants to fucking taste anything else in his life.
Blondie startles with the tug, a hand rushing to leave Dabi’s hair and plunging into the water next to his waist to catch himself with a splash. His sleeve gets soaked instantly, but he doesn’t seem to care in the least bit, using his new position to lean even further across the rim and push Dabi back against the backrest.
It’s uncoordinated and absolutely filthy, the way their tongues drag against each other, and Dabi doesn’t have the mental capacity to be careful until a metallic clink against teeth makes him pull away briefly, worry flashing over his face as he searches dazed amber eyes.
„Fuck, did I hurt you -?“
Dabi’s ready to pull back when blondie suddenly lifts his dripping hand from the tub, strong fingers squeezing his cheeks tight enough to have his mouth start to open.
„Oh my fucking god“, his voice sounds absolutely trashed as his gaze fixes on Dabi’s mouth, the look making Dabi freeze in place. He looks positively crazed, and Dabi’s so fucking hard he can’t even think. „Show me. Show me your tongue, baby.“
Dabi almost whimpers at his tone, the command leaving no room for argument, and fuck, what the fuck is happening?
I thought I’m a fucking dom? What the fuck?
Dabi can’t believe himself as he lets his mouth drop open under the pressure of the foreign hand, tongue lolling out wet with their combined spit as he displays the little barbell stuck through the muscle, and birdie groans, eyelids lowering even further over pitch black orbs as he shudders.
„A tongue piercing?“
His pointer finger lifts from Dabi’s cheek, leaving his bruising grip to tap gently, just barely, on the glinting titanium. He can’t seem to drag his gaze away as he pants, and Dabi is this fucking close to shooting his load into the hot water around him when he suddenly pulls closer, swiping his own tongue across the tiny metal ball with a drawn-out moan.
His gaze is all flames when he pulls back.
„That‘s so fucking hot, babe. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t - “, he cuts himself off, meeting his eyes almost drunkenly, and Dabi swears he‘s having a stroke at his next words. „Let me spit in your mouth, baby? Wanna taint your pretty little tongue – You‘re gonna let me, right?“
Oh my fucking god.
He can only manage a weak nod, all but resigned to the fact that he’s apparently a switch at the very least and Fuck, never wanna leave that fucking headspace again when blondie takes his head into his hands, pierced tongue still out, and leans even further over him. Without any further warning, he spits directly onto the shiny barbell; the wet little glob of his saliva hitting the piercing and mixing filthily with Dabi's own spit that’s starting to drip down the corner of his stretched-out mouth.
Dabi’s eyes roll back, his totally fucked-out groan mixing with birdie’s wicked moans, and he can’t even recognize his own voice anymore. It’s getting almost painful to push down his orgasm at this point, his dick throbbing agonizingly between his legs from neglect.
„Being so good for me, baby“, birdie praises with a low murmur, eyes wide with wonder as they trace Dabi’s dazed expression. He leans in and seals their lips in another open-mouthed kiss, and Dabi has never been more grateful to have gotten that fucking piercing in high school. „So fucking good. Want to get a reward, hot stuff? I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.“ His lips trail along his chin, down the side of his neck, in scorching kisses.
„Fuck, yes“, Dabi groans, fully aware that he‘s unable to form even the most basic of sentences and he should probably be embarrassed but he honestly doesn‘t give a shit when birdie’s scalding mouth leaves little bites along his mangled skin in a way that makes even his fried nerve endings sing from white-hot pleasure.
Dabi‘s pressed even further back, birdie almost halfway in the tub with him at this point, and it’s not fucking enough. Another whiney, absolutely mortifying sound leaves his throat as he tugs blindly at the fabric hiding muscled shoulders from his greedy pawing, making blondie pull back and chuckle quietly near his throat.
„Fucking – don’t just stop“, he pants, brows furrowing in frustration as he tries to pull those absolutely divine lips back to his burning skin.
„So impatient“, blondie tuts and pulls even further back out of reach. Dabi is about to grab the forgotten lighter and throw it at his stupid, beautiful head when he suddenly straightens up to grab the neck of his shirt, tugging it off unceremoniously and leaving all of Dabi’s protests to die a glorious death in his throat as smooth, tanned skin is revealed inch after inch, catching the moonlight in the most ridiculously hot, virtually impossible fashion.
Is he for fucking real?
Dabi’s brain is just about offline at this point, eyes wide when shoes and jeans join the pile on the floor. He’s totally overwhelmed, stupid from fucking horny, and barely manages to spread his legs further on reflex alone when blondie suddenly steps into the fucking tub between them.
„W-wait a sec- “, cyan eyes widen even further as the guy sinks into the water without another thought, the surface level quickly rising above the rim and making gallons of it flood across the tiled floor on the outside, no doubt soaking the abandoned clothes instantly before spilling down the drain so noisily even the thumping bass from beneath can’t mask it. Dabi groans, throwing his head back in defeat, caught between utter bewilderment at how little filter the guy seems to have and downright painful desire spiking dangerously in his gut. „You’re the direct type, huh?“
Blondie snorts, golden eyes flashing as he grabs onto the sides of Dabi’s neck to lean into his space for real now. „Got any complaints, hot stuff?“, he teases, an amused little grin pulling on his perfect lips as Dabi can only groan again.
„Besides you actually getting in with your boxers for some fucking reason?“, he snarks back, irritation and mirth equal parts in his hoarse voice as he gives the drenched waistband a reprimanding tug with a lazy finger. „None at fucking all, birdie.“
He throws his head back in a laugh, but Dabi’s resulting grin dies quickly when he finally gets a good look at the man kneeling between his thighs. „Fuck“, Dabi rasps, water sloshing around as his hands come up to settle on the guy’s naked sides without conscious thought and Oh my fucking god, I was right his thumbs and middle fingers actually touch front and back, completely spanning his absolutely tiny waist, „Are you serious?”, his hands trail up, reaching idiotically broad, muscled shoulders. “How can you even fucking walk?”
Birdie lets out an incredulous laugh, leaning in again and finding Dabi’s waist underneath the milky water. “Your flirting needs some serious work”, he snorts, earning an impatient eye roll from Dabi. “But I like your snark, babe. Destroy me with your cruel, cruel words.”, his voice is dark as he grins, bringing his lips to Dabi’s neck again and trailing little bites up the slope of his throat, forcing a low groan from him as his head lolls back against the tub.
“I might just if you don’t get a fucking move on - fuck!”
His growl gets cut off by a yelp when birdie suddenly tugs him close and switches their position without any warning.
Water splashes everywhere and suddenly there’s cold air hitting his wet chest and back as he braces himself on the rim to not topple down onto the man beneath him.
Birdie lets out a low moan, closing his eyes in pleasure. “Mmh, the water is amazing.” Moonlight hits his amber eyes as he gazes up at Dabi, making them flash black and silvery blue and he looks savage with want as he takes in the tattooed chest. His gaze locks on the little barbells through his nipples, and his grip on Dabi’s waist tightens as he drags him close to run his hot tongue across one of them with a groan. “Fuck, more piercings? Do you want me to die or something?”
Dabi gives a low moan at the accusing rasp in his voice, hand trailing down his own chest to grasp at his rock-hard cock just beneath the surface almost absentmindedly. He doesn’t let go of the other man’s gaze as he gives himself a lazy pump, teeth catching on his snake bite to hold back a whine. “So that's a no for sucking my dick, after all?”, he teases, lids lowered in a sultry stare as he watches understanding wash across birdie's face.
His molten gaze meets Dabi’s with a muttered curse, eyes darkening with lust, and he looks as if he’s suddenly done playing around. Dabi is tugged upwards onto his knees before his muddled mind can even begin to register it, eyes widening when he realizes the water only reaches until his mid-thigh anymore. “Jesus, birdie, will you - fuck!”
He’s tugged closer until he has to catch himself on the rim next to blondie’s head, muscled arms wrapping around his hips and pulling him forward until a wet, hot tongue can lick a stripe straight along the row of barbells lining the underside of his cock. His eyes roll back into his head, the sensation instantly bordering on too much, and Fuck, how is this even real?
One of his hands finds its way into messy blond strands, giving a tug that has to be just this side of painful, but the resulting moan quickly clears any doubts about whether he’s being too rough.
“Fuck, taste so good, baby”, he’s panting as he pulls back a little, water sliding down his nose from where he had it pressed against Dabi’s lower stomach a second ago, “Look at that dick, so fucking beautiful. Wanna take you down so bad - can I, hot stuff?”, Dabi only manages a frantic nod in response, earning him a gentle tug along his ladder and an absurdly chaste Mmhh, thank you, babe that rips a mortifying whimper from him before birdie’s hot, wet mouth opens as wide as possible and suddenly, without any fucking warning, he’s down all the way to the back of the man’s throat.
Dabi actually screams.
“Haah, fuckfuckfuck - fucking slow down - “, his fingers are digging into the worn ceramic of the tub like a lifeline, but blondie doesn’t give a shit about his babbling as he starts bobbing his head up and down Dabi’s shaft like his fucking life depends on it. The water is rising and ebbing around them in angry ripples with all the movement, the dull music from downstairs reverberating in Dabi’s head, and he’s so fucking close already, it’s goddamn embarrassing - “Fuuuck, birdie, pleasepleaseplease -”
Dabi doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point - for him to slow down or to keep it up just like that until the honestly monstrous orgasm he can feel building up finally bursts. An acute awareness is rising in the back of his fucked-out mind that this is gonna ruin him for life; there isn’t gonna be anyone else who might measure even remotely close to those beautiful, filthy eyes staring up at him through lowered lashes, positively fucked-out already, just like Dabi, even though they barely even started yet, as his tongue drenches Dabi’s weeping cock in his spit with every deep drag.
Dabi groans low in his chest as he’s tugged even closer, hand letting go of birdie’s hair in favor of catching his own weight against the tub when the arms around his waist suddenly move to grab his ass and push him even further down. He can hear the guy choke and moan at the same time as he’s guiding him to fuck his throat, and a desperate whine rips from Dabi’s chest as he’s pushed so fucking deep into birdie’s filthy mouth he sees stars.
He’s almost totally hunched over the blond’s head at this point, the movement pushing his beautiful head further and further down, to the point where he’s only barely above the water level altogether, but it doesn’t seem to bother him at all as he sucks and gags on his pierced cock, golden eyes rolling back with a sinfully blissed expression as drool drips from the corner of his stuffed mouth -
and there’s honestly nothing he can do.
Dabi’s voice breaks in a scream when he cums, hands frantically burying in blond locks, his whole body curling around the head in his clutch as he empties himself down the guy’s throat in absolutely unhinged spurts, distantly aware that there’s no way this hasn’t been heard downstairs even with the blaring music. Strong fingers grip his ass to keep him just there as he shoots rope after rope of thick cum into blondie’s mouth until he’s fucking sobbing, and it’s so fucking raw and blinding and intense he just about forgets his own name as he chokes on gulps of air.
He barely registers blondie pulling off his cock with a gasp to catch the last drops of cum on his tongue as Dabi’s dick jerks in his hand in pathetic little twitches from overstimulation. Dabi’s chest is heaving from the force of his release as he looks down at the blond, tracing every little inch of the guy’s face where his head is tilted back weakly against the tub.
His chest is rising and falling in the water with gasping breaths from exertion, but his beautiful eyes are hooded and burning and almost pitch black as he slowly pushes his tongue out - just like he had Dabi do before - revealing the white, sticky substance of Dabi’s cum on the flat of it without a second thought and Oh my fucking god, I’m not gonna survive this shit -
Dabi groans and jerks forward, catching his head in a tight grasp and ignoring the way amber eyes go wide as he swipes his tongue right through the mess.
He's never had a strong opinion about snowballing before - kind of understanding the appeal intellectually but not really getting a kick outta doing it, either - but fuck if he does now.
He licks into birdie's open mouth with a bliss-laden laziness, combing his inked fingers through messy blond strands in a soothing motion that stands in stark contrast to the face-fucking he put him through just minutes before and elicits the most delectable little whimper he's ever heard. Birdie is panting against his lips as the little glob of cum rolls back and forth on their tongues, and if Dabi were to drop dead the next second, he'd do so a happy fucking man.
"So fucking incredible, birdie", Dabi murmurs, finally dragging away from his perfect mouth with a last gentle flick of his tongue. He swallows the rest of the cum in one go, laughing quietly at the resulting little squawk of protest from the blond before mouthing soothing kisses along the guy’s cheek. "Never knew I could feel this goddamn good, Jesus."
Birdie moans quietly at the praise, the sudden shift in dynamics apparently a non-issue as he stares up at Dabi, his wide eyes all pupils with only tiny rings of molten gold remaining.
Dabi feels so fucking fond all of a sudden, it's getting hard to breathe.
He mouths along that sharp chin line, reveling in the soft moans it gets him in return before murmuring lowly against blondie's throat, "Let me return the favor?" His voice sounds hoarse as all hell to his own ears, but the other man groans lowly in his throat in response, chirping a little Yes, please that once again sounds way too polite for this whole endeavor and has his lips pull into a little grin.
"Mhh, so eager", he nuzzles the side of the guy’s neck, and he instantly lets his head loll back, the soft skin of his throat bared for Dabi’s lips to feast on in a perfect display of submission that has Dabi’s cock give a weak jerk again already. “Gonna take care of you now, baby bird.”
His hands slide down to the sides of his neck in a soothing motion that elicits another little whine. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of those sounds, will I? He licks a trail down to the divine little spot of skin between his neck and shoulder, briefly mouthing at the mixture of bathing water and the salt of his sweat with a groan before abruptly sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.
Hard.
“Haah, fuck!” The reaction is almost instant, blondie jerking hard beneath him, and he’s worried that he was too rough for a second when hands slide up into his dark hair to keep him exactly where he was. Fuck, he thought it couldn’t get any better than the earth-shattering orgasm before, but all of the guy’s little reactions - how his beautiful face twists up in pleasure as he slowly rushes down the slope into his own headspace?
It’s almost art, and Dabi suddenly feels a heady rush of a different kind of satisfaction flood his system, leaving him to feel like he could raze a country to the ground.
He hums lowly, suddenly feeling the absurd need to shower the other man in affection until he cries, until he can't take it anymore.
“Can you stand up briefly, baby?”, he murmurs, pulling back a bit and gently grasping the hand in his hair with his own to give a soft tug.
“Huh?”
Amber eyes blink quickly, dazed and uncomprehending as he presses a kiss to his pulse point before giving another little tug. God, how can you look so goddamn adorable when you’re confused?
“Stand up for me, birdie.” His voice is soft, but it’s a command anyway, and he’s feeling himself get hard again when birdie just nods and slowly gets to his feet on shaky legs. Water is rushing down his chiseled body, trailing along the ridges of his pecs and abs until they disappear in the soaked material of his boxers.
He watches Dabi from above with dark eyes, his rock-hard cock pressing unmistakably against the dripping cloth at Dabi’s eye level, “Mmh, perfect. Let me play a little as well now, baby bird."
He drops back on his haunches just as his hands settle on that impossibly lean waist, thumbs drawing slow circles across damp skin. Golden eyes track each of Dabi's moves with almost frightening intensity, sharp canines biting his lower lip hard enough to bruise as he remains motionless under the gentle ministrations, and a dark, possessive feeling bubbles in Dabi's core at his attention.
That's right, keep your eyes only on me.
His skin is so fucking soft, abs rippling under Dabi's fingertips as he pushes his hands upwards, all the way to the faded ink adorning every little patch of skin on his chest, from the outer edge of one collarbone straight to the other.
The wings would look corny at anyone else, Dabi's certain, but as he leans closer, he sees the little details within the motive; imperfections in the rich, blood red and black plumage. Stray feathers are portrayed as rumpled and worn rather than powerful, speaking more than anything of defeat as they trail along the man's chest, and Dabi's so fucking into him when he realizes, he can't help but stand up on his knees and pressing an open-mouthed kiss straight to the center of his chest.
He's distantly aware of fingers in his hair, combing through dark strands with a need that has him panting against the hot flesh beneath his lips. His mouth opens in a teasing bite at ridiculously defined pecs, and when he's rewarded with a needy groan and hands tightening on his scalp, he can't hold back anymore.
His fingers trail lower until they slip into a drenched waistband, then pull down without much warning. Inch by inch, more beautiful, smooth skin is revealed, glistening silvery blue in the moonlight, and Dabi can't fucking look away, only vaguely aware of helping him out of the soaked fabric and throwing it across the room without any care before setting his hands back on those fucking hips he's gonna dream about for years to come, no doubt.
"So goddamn beautiful, birdie..." His voice is a mixture of awe and white-hot want as he trails the tip of an inked finger softly along the length of the rock-hard cock in front of his face.
He's never wanted to wreck anyone so bad before in his life, he thinks, wrapping a hand around the hard length and giving a languid pump.
The low groan he gets in response cracks through birdie's whole body, and Dabi feels the vibrations against his fingers around the pulsing length as he finally leans in to press a gentle kiss against the tip.
"Fuck, hot stuff, don't be a tease -", his voice sounds hoarse and cracked as he runs his fingers across Dabi’s dark strands again and again, impatient and needy and so fucking perfect.
“Think I’m teasing already?” Dabi's teeth catch on his snakebite in a mean little smirk as his gaze flicks to birdie's flushed face again. When he licks his lips, the metal ball no doubt catching the light fleetingly, he swears he can see him stop breathing in anticipation. “Oh, sweetie, you don't fucking know what's coming.”
And without any further warning, he finally leans in to take that pretty little cock in his mouth.
“Hnngh, f-fuck - ”, fingers clench in his hair, and the pain goes straight to his dick, making his spent length harden fully in the span of seconds as the guy’s hoarse tenor reverberates from the tiles around them.
Dabi’s eyes roll back as he feels the swollen weight of his cock settle heavily on his tongue and fuck, he’s loving every second of this already, but it's not enough, he thinks.
It's not fucking enough at all ‘cause he wants to hear all of the noises birdie can make, wants to draw out all of the whiney groans, the breathless pleas, the sobbing and begging and crying birdie didn't even know he was capable of making himself -
He tightens his fist around the base without thought, pulling back until he can flick the shiny little barbell across the underside of his head just right and -
“Fuck!”, the startled yelp is followed by a keening whine that makes Dabi’s hair stand on end. “Haaah, fuck, just like that, just like - hnngh~”
His whole body is curling around Dabi's head already, face twisted in the most beautiful, insane expression of pleasure Dabi has ever seen, and he can’t help the choked moan as he pushes his cock deeper down his throat, rubbing his piercing teasingly across his length and drawing out a sobbing full-body shiver from the blond that almost has him shoot his load again already.
He's bobbing his head up and down, blissed out as all hell just from sucking dick, when birdie suddenly tightens his grip on his head, holding him in place as he moves back until he's only suckling on the tip, barbell twisting and teasing along his head as he looks up through half-lidded eyes to catch that blazing amber gaze.
“Ngh~ S-stop, I can’t -”, he eases up a little, realizing how close birdie is already and humming in his throat in a low, non-verbal tell me what you need. “I-I want-”, he sees the blond’s throat work as he swallows and feels his dick jerk when his hazed gaze settles on him as he chews on his lip, “W-want you to fuck me, hot stuff?”
He's actually going to kill me.
He almost makes it sound like a question, as if Dabi might not be down for whatever completely absurd reason, and Dabi’s brain all but shuts down at the hesitant little plea.
He's up on his feet before either of them can blink, hands gripping that stupidly tiny waist again and he’s so fucking hard he could almost cry. Nuzzling blondie's neck in a sudden wave of complete, utterly helpless fondness, he feels birdie’s thundering pulse beat in time with his own against his lips on his throat.
“You’d let me fuck you, birdie?”, he can’t recognize his own voice.
“Might die if you don't”, he breathes with a chuckle, and Dabi snorts as he swiftly moves his hands down to the blond’s thighs before unceremoniously hoisting him up without trouble.
“You’re telling me”, he huffs, eliciting another little laugh as birdie wraps his legs around his middle. The movement makes their dicks rub against each other, and both of them groan lowly as he climbs out of the tub and crosses to the door, not bothering with a towel.
He's at his bed in mere seconds, the low light of his bedside lamp almost too much for his eyes as he lowers birdie carefully onto the sheets, but, for fuck's sake.
If he thought the man was beautiful before, he looks downright unreal now, sprawled across his silly old flower-print bedsheets, chest heaving and wet with little droplets of water that cascade so fucking enticingly down his torso. But his body, his beautiful, beautiful body still pales against his face when Dabi kneels between his spread legs and cages him in with his arms; lips slightly parted in a relaxed, barely-there smile, long lashes fluttering against his high cheekbones from his half-lidded gaze, and his eyes, fuck - his eyes.
Dabi gets the absurd urge to get on his knees and fucking worship the ground he's walking on.
He grips the side of his neck reverently, watching those stunning eyes flutter shut just before their lips meet in a slow, filthy, glorious kiss.
Pulling away reluctantly, he opens the top drawer of his nightstand with a quick hand, snatching a bottle of lube and a condom that he quickly confirms is not past it's due date yet before turning back.
“You sure, birdie?”, he can't help checking in again. The blond hasn’t made a drunk impression at all, and the weed was just enough to induce a blissful haze as well, but the thought of the other guy regretting his choices afterward leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
His concern earns him a lazy, beautiful little grin as nimble fingers dance up his thighs and close around his length in a slow tug that has Dabi's head rolling back with a groan.
“Never been more sure in my life, hot stuff”, he murmurs, taking the shiny wrapper from his fingers with a thoughtful hum. “Got tested a few weeks ago, haven’t had any hook-ups since”, he offers, and Dabi almost feels an aneurysm pop at where this conversation is going. “I’m clean. We don't need that if you - I mean - if it's alright with you, I- “
Dabi’s groan cuts him off as he drops his head to the tanned, inked chest beneath him.
He's gonna kill me.
“Fuck - yeah, ‘m clean as well”, he’s never done it raw before and made a point of getting tested before his self-imposed dry spell, so just the thought of feeling birdie without the layer between them has him jerk against the guy’s waist.
“Thank god”, birdie murmurs, and when their eyes meet, he licks his lips. “Wanna feel you cum inside, hot stuff.”
And just like that, Dabi’s brain shuts off for good.
He lunges forward to press his lips against the other man’s in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss that is equal parts teeth and tongue, throwing the condom mindlessly to the side as he lets his hands roam down chiseled pecs and abs. Birdie lets out a breathless moan as he leaves angry-red bites along his neck and chest, following the little happy trail until he finally closes his mouth on that red, glistening-wet length again.
“Mhh, fuck, your piercing”, birdie's moan rings in his head as he scrambles to lube his fingers, tongue dancing around the tip once again until he draws out a delicious little whine.
He pulls off with an obscene pop, pumping his dick mindlessly as he licks his lips in anticipation. Birdie is watching him with blown-out pupils as he teasingly slides the slicked-up fingers of his other hand down his heavy balls, drawing a pleasured shudder before settling right at his twitching little hole.
“You ready for me, babe?”, his finger taps against the puckered skin absent-mindedly, and birdie keens.
“God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, just stop teasing already - haah fuuck~”
He’ll never forget that whine when he finally pushes a finger in until the first knuckle.
“Mhhh, fuck, feel so fucking hot inside, babe”, Dabi mutters, feeling unhinged as he watches his finger slide wetly in and out of birdie's ass. “So tight, gonna fucking split you open on my cock - ”
His filthy words make birdie whine, writhing on the sheets as he tries to take his finger deeper.
Anything you want, gorgeous.
Dabi pushes in all the way at the same time he takes birdie's cock down until he hits the back of his throat, and the guy positively screams.
“That's it, baby”, the praise falls from his lips mindlessly as he pulls back briefly, letting his tongue run over the underside of his dick. “You can take another one already, can’t you?”
A second finger probes at his hole, and at birdie's frantic nod Dabi’s sliding it right in alongside the first one with the next thrust. Tanned fingers scramble to grab his hair at the intrusion, the drawn-out moan breaking off into a whine as soon as he sucks birdie's dick back into his mouth, bobbing his head in time with the shallow thrusts of his hand.
“Nggh, yes - fuck, yes - ”
Fuck, he’s taking them so easily, like he’s fingering himself every day.
“So good for me, birdie” he praises, watching as another of his fingers disappears inside the tight, wet heat. Birdie's writhing beneath him, grinding up against the fingers in his ass and Dabi couldn’t take his eyes off him if he tried.
He scissors his fingers, stretching him out just that little bit more and making birdie sob as he pushes the head of his cock against his plush bottom lip, brushing against velvety skin with his murmurs - “Taking me so well, baby, being such a good boy-” - nimble fingers finally taking pity on him and pressing right against his prostate -
There’s no warning at all as birdie comes with a wail.
Cyan eyes widen as hot cum suddenly splashes against his mouth and chin, splattering his face in helpless spurts. Birdie jerks and gasps beneath him, hands frantically grasping his head as Dabi quickly recovers and opens his mouth, pumping the heavy cock in skilled jerks and thrusting his fingers in time to help drag out the powerful orgasm crashing through the blond as the last ropes of creamy cum land on his tongue.
Dabi’s eyes roll back in pleasure at the salty, tangy taste of his release as he laps and licks across the guy’s girth only to have him quiver and sob some more, babble incoherently as he's flooded with endorphins and Dabi’s honestly this close to shooting his own load against his bed as he watches what has to be the hottest mid-orgasm face he's ever seen.
“Hnggh, fuuuck”, birdie's voice sounds absolutely trashed, and Dabi is so utterly mesmerized by the way his stunning features contort in pleasure he can’t help but lean in further, suckling on his tip until his dick is twitching with overstimulation and the hands in his hair tug on the black strands in a weak attempt at pulling him off. “Mhng, t-too much, hah~”
He's pulled off and up to meet birdie's lips in a fucked-out, lazy, filthy kiss. The hands in his hair move to cradle his head, angling their mouths just right for the blond to taste himself on Dabi's tongue, toying with the little metallic ball stuck through the muscle with a groan and weakly bucking up against his hips in a way that has Dabi see fucking stars.
“Fuck, birdie”, his chuckle comes out with a pant as he slowly pulls his fingers back, making the blond whimper and hold onto him even tighter, “That was absurdly hot, Jesus Christ...”
“You're telling me”, he snorts in response, blown-out, half-lidded amber eyes dazedly gazing up at Dabi as he bites his lip, considering. Dabi just raises an eyebrow in question, and he quirks a sly grin, his mind apparently made up. “Keigo.”
“Huh?”
Dabi feels the puff of breath of his low chuckle on his lips as he stares wordlessly at the man. “My name, hot stuff”, he teases, hands slowly, carefully trailing down his neck to trace idle patterns on his inked chest. “Though birdie is nice, too, actually...”
It's only then that Dabi realizes the absurdity of the situation. Fuck, they hadn’t even introduced themselves before cumming all over each other. He almost wants to facepalm before the second realization hits him.
Keigo...
The syllables echo through his mind, idiotically attractive like the person bearing them; sliding along his senses like warm honey, and he dumbly thinks, that's right, he has to be called like that, there's no other name that could have matched up -
“Hot stuff?” His silence must have lasted longer than he realized, and when he shakes himself out of his epiphany, Keigo - Keigo, fuck - is looking at him almost worriedly. “Should I not have said anything? I’m sorry if I ruined the mood for you - “
“Shut up”, he's so fucking gone he can’t be held accountable for his actions anymore, crowding closer to Keigo as he leans down, his flaming cyan gaze surely almost black with desire and making those striking amber eyes widen in shock. “Don't apologize for telling me your name - fuck, how is everything about you so fucking hot?“ He nuzzles along that delicate neck, leaving bites and bruises that elicit the most delightful whimpers from the man beneath him. “Touya”, he pants, “I’m Touya - “
“Nice to meet you, Touya”, there’s a teasing grin on his handsome face, and Dabi would honestly hit him for acting all coy if his name from that mouth wouldn’t have him jerking against Keigo’s hips with a deep groan. He’s biting his bruised lips now on a smile, slowly grinding up until his cock rubs just right against Dabi’s, forcing a moan out of them both as he mumbles lowly against Dabi’s mouth. “‘M fine now, hot stuff, wanna feel you inside~”
Dabi groans, reaching for the lube frantically to slick up his length under Keigo’s smoldering gaze. He’s so fucking done with playing around, he can even put it into words, seriously. A few quick jerks and he’s placing his tip against the leaking hole, making Keigo’s spent cock jerk against his stomach as it starts to fill out again.
“You ready, babe?”, he gets an impatient whine and chuckles as birdies hand slides between them to play with his pretty little cock. “So impatient. Here it comes~”
And then he's pushing in, and his vision whitens out in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure.
The air is pushed out of his lungs as he slides home inch by inch, the barbells of his ladder catching one after another on his wet little rim until they sink into his heat, their moans reverberating from the walls of his secluded little room and he can’t catch his fucking breath, gasping for air as he scrambles to grip Keigo’s hips.
“Fuck, Kei, so fucking tight - “
The responding moan slides over him like silk, cut off in a wail as another barbell glides into his slippery hole. Dabi's hardly realizing what's happening, gaze fixed on the way his dick disappears inside Keigo, and it's only when he finally, finally, bottoms out, that he realizes birdie's actually choking on air.
His gaze snaps up to see tears gathering in those unfairly pretty eyes, and he can feel worry creeping up when he notices the hazy look on his face, the way he's struggling to get some air. “C-can't breathe - “
He stills immediately, arms coming forward to cage his beautiful head so he can lean in a little bit further. Their cheeks press together and he feels the frantic rising and falling of Keigo’s chest against his own as he presses his lips to birdie's ear.
“Sorry, sorry”, the snakebite tickles the shell with each murmur as he presses lazy, soothing kisses there, “‘t’s a bit much at first, I know.” The ladder often has that effect when he pushes in for the first time, but this reaction? His gaze trails over Keigo’s scrunched-up features, the haze over his striking eyes as they can’t seem to catch on anything, the whimpers; fuck, he’s gonna cum like a fucking teen if he doesn't get a grip. “Deep breath, birdie...”
Dabi languidly inhales against his neck, as if in demonstration, hand coming up to stroke across Keigo’s tanned hipbone in a gentle caress, humming appraisingly when Keigo raggedly starts to mimic him. He feels the blond quiver beneath him, followed by another drawn-out moan as that motion pushes Dabi’s pierced dick further up his ass.
“What the fuck”, birdie gasps, hands coming up to grip Dabi's shoulders, slitted eyes finally focusing on Dabi again and immediately making him shiver. A pink tongue shoots out to lick across his plush bottom lip absentmindedly as he carefully rolls his hips against Dabi's motionless form above him, forcing a groan out of them both. “How does your dick feel so fucking good? ”
Dabi huffs a laugh, pressing a lazy, wet kiss to the slope of his neck. “Mhh, it's a gift.” The weak resulting swat against his chest has him chuckle.
“Less bragging and more action”, he whines, trying to fuck himself on Dabi’s cock, but unable to really move in their current position. “Move, hot stuff.”
Truly, if it was anyone else trying to order him around, his dominant side would take over and have them sob and beg forgiveness in a matter of minutes. But with Keigo? Beautiful, debauched, tiny Keigo lying under him, barely able to breathe on his heavy, pulsing dick and still commanding Dabi to give him more?
I’ll make you go up in flames with me, birdie.
He reaches up to lower his forearms next to Keigo’s head as he leans as close as physically possible.
“Anything you want, dove...“
Inked fingers bury in those golden locks and when Keigo’s wide eyes meet his half-lidded gaze, their lips a mere inch apart and their hot breaths mingling in the air between them, he starts to pull his hips back again.
And if the drag isn’t fucking biblical.
Both of them groan as he slowly starts to push into Keigo’s body in shallow thrusts, the heat clenching on his thick girth wet and tight and perfect. His cock splits the greedy hole open with each pump, the mixture of lube and precum easing him deeper with each roll of his hips.
“Hnngh - shit”, Keigo is writhing beneath him, meeting each thrust as best as he can, but Dabi has him pinned in a way that allows little to no movement, and his half-lidded eyes betray his frustration about it. “D-Deeper, wanna feel you deeper- “
Dabi nuzzles against his cheek with a low hum, fingers tightening in birdie's hair and forcing a whimper that sends a shiver down his spine. “Yeah..? Like this, baby?”
He pulls out almost all the way, mouthing at that incredibly sharp chin line to soothe the resulting whine before finally thrusting his hips forward.
It's unhurried, deep in a way that forces a gasp against Dabi's lips as he lets all of the barbells catch on birdie's glistening, stretched-out rim one after the other, each making the breathless moan from Keigo’s mouth rise in pitch until it's barely less than a scream.
“Want me to fill you up deep, Keigo?”, he teases, tongue licking along birdie's parted lips, tasting the desperation and need and only stoking the fire between them as he finally rocks all the way inside. “Stuff you full with my hard cock- “, he presses his hips against Keigo’s, forcing his legs wider apart with a sob as he sinks impossibly deeper still. “Splitting you open until you can’t see anything but me, can’t feel anything but me - “
He stills completely for a second, as deep inside birdie's eager body as he could possibly be, watching those striking eyes lose focus as Keigo’s breath hitches in his throat in anticipation.
Dabi’s voice turns dark then, and he can’t recognize himself anymore.
“Gonna make you mine.”
He's pulling back before he can manage to comprehend the widening of Keigo’s eyes, and in an instant, he's thrusting into Keigo’s tiny body with enough force to have him grasp his shoulders with a yelp as he's hitting his prostate head on.
Nails bite into his skin, clutching and grabbing at him to pull him closer as he starts pounding into Keigo, tugging his head back by his hair to sink his teeth into the side of his neck. Keigo screams in pleasure, writhing beneath him as he takes Dabi’s cock to the brim over and over again.
“Ah, T-touya - ”, he gasps his name, voice cracking, and Dabi thinks he’s never heard anything more delicious in his life. Their lips meet in a frantic kiss, all teeth and tongue, as he pounds into the little blond beneath him in punishing, deep thrusts that leave them both gasping for air.
Dabi slides one hand down from birdie's soft hair, stroking along his side before grasping a velvety thigh in tattooed fingers and lifting it up without any warning.
Birdie's wails instantly rise in pitch with the new angle, his calf touching Dabi’s shoulder as he’s pushed even further into the mattress
His chest is rising and falling in quick pants, eyes hooded as he clutches at Dabi, trying to pull him back down with a whine when he pushes up on his hand, balancing next to Keigo’s head.
“You're so fucking beautiful“, his whisper sounds disbelieving, reverent, and Keigo whines in embarrassment, hiding his face in shaking hands at the honest praise. “Oh no you don't.”
He releases the grip on his waist to grasp the offending limbs in a merciless hold and push them down above his head.
“You're gonna keep your eyes on me, babe”, he reprimands darkly, and the way birdie's tight hole squeezes his achingly hard length at that has him grunt in pleasure. “Wanna see your face while you take everything I’ve got.”
His eyes are glistening with unshed tears, the smudged makeup making him look debauched and wild, body shaking like a leaf as Dabi pumps into him over and over again. His puckered hole squelches with lube and pre and his own cum from before as Dabi’s stuffing him so fucking deep with his cock drool is starting to dribble from his opened, pretty little mouth.
Dabi’s almost delirious when he leans in again, slowing down to long, deep thrusts that make him see stars as the piercings start dragging on Keigo’s rim again and the man beneath him keens in pleasure.
He licks at the saliva next to birdie's mouth without a second thought, and birdie clenches like a vice in response.
“Touya - hngh, fuck - “
“Wanna defile you, birdie”, he rasps, moving to clasp Keigo’s chin in an exact replication of birdie's grasp on him in the tub. When he pushes his fingers in, forcing his mouth open, he watches realization dawn in those smoldering eyes, and drool dribbles along his fingers when Keigo opens his mouth further in anticipation as he tilts his head back against the sheets. He feels himself jerk inside that tight, wet heat and leans in. “You're gonna fucking kill me, Keigo - “
He’s a mere inch from his lips when he spits into Keigo’s mouth, the movement harsh and vile but so fucking hot he feels his arousal spike even higher. Dabi watches the fat glob hit his pink tongue, the way Keigo’s beautiful eyes roll back into his head with a sob, tongue still out and mouth pushed open by Dabi’s spit-slicked fingers, and with a groan, he realizes he won’t last much longer.
“So fucking perfect, baby”, birdie's almost screaming with his frantic thrusts now, holding onto his hair and spreading his legs even wider, taking him deeper, “letting me do whatever I want with you, letting me use that gorgeous, filthy hole till I fill it up with my cum - “
He can feel Keigo’s insides start to flutter as tears finally spill from golden eyes, his high-pitched wail cutting off only when he's almost choking on his spit -
“That what you want, baby?”, he murmurs, pushing close until his lips meet the shell of Keigo’s ear, the sobs of pleasure like fucking music in his. He's reaching for Keigo’s cock, starting to pump him in time with his pounding hips. “Want my hot cum all the way up your greedy little hole?”
“Hnngh, Tou- c-can't- “
“Want me to fill you up with my load, babe?” His thrusts are merciless, hand grasping Keigo’s chin to make him look into his eyes as true filth spills from his lips and he can’t seem to stop - “Cum so deep inside, then fuck it all even deeper up your ass until you can feel it in your throat? Plug you up with my cock ‘till you’re ready for another load, stuff you so full of my cum it's gonna leak from your used little body - “
“Hnngggh, c-cumming!”, he's cut off by the sobbed hiccup, “‘m cumming - “
He picks up the pace, gritting his teeth as he feels his own orgasm building like a fucking wave, jerking his hand even faster along Keigo’s cock as crazed cyan eyes fix on amber when they start to roll back - “That's it, baby, cum on my cock, cum all over yourself for me - ”
His orgasm hits him like a brick wall when he feels Keigo clench around him, and he can’t tell his own screams from birdie's as they finally topple down that cliff together.
“Fuuuck”, he chokes, shooting his load in thick, strong pulses into birdie's abused ass, spurting rope after rope of cum into his waiting body as he feels Keigo’s walls clench and unclench around him until he’s seeing stars, “Fuck, Keigo - ”
“Nggh, yesyesyes - “, he's jerking in pleasure, shooting cum all over himself up to his throat as he keeps spasming beneath Dabi, milking him for all he's worth. “S-so warm - ”
He's talking about Dabi's cum in his ass, and Dabi feels like he's in fucking flames. He bucks into Keigo, helplessly trying to ride out that devastatingly intense release and he's still cumming, pushing every last spurt of his seed gently into Keigo until he's sobbing, clawing at Dabi's chest and shoulders for purchase and whining that it's too much, feels too good -
Dabi can't remember when his arms finally gave out, but when he comes to he's totally draped across Keigo’s shivering form, no doubt crushing him with his weight, but birdie just clutches him tighter to his chest when he tries to push up.
“No, don't move”, he feels the whisper against his ear more than he hears it and ceases his movement with a low, thoroughly content hum. He nuzzles his cheek against Keigo’s, smiling into his neck when the gesture earns a little laugh and prompts birdie to card gentle fingers through his sweat-slicked black strands.
“Don't think I could move if I wanted to, birdie. Fuck”, he chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to the spot beneath his ear and carefully rolling onto his back, clutching a squawking Keigo to him until he’s resting on Dabi’s chest.
He's becoming distantly aware of the music and noise, only then remembering about the party still going on downstairs and cursing himself yet again with a groan for staying in a fucking frat house. At Keigo’s questioning hum against his throat, he just shakes his head. “Goddamn frat boys.”
Keigo snorts. “You're a frat boy, hot stuff”, he teases before lifting his head with a thoughtful hum, amused eyes sparkling down at Dabi in a lazy, sated shade of molten gold that will haunt his dreams until he dies. “Come to think of it, one item less on my bucket list. Nice.”
Dabi huffs a laugh, carding an inked hand through sticky blonde strands and secretly delighting in the way Keigo tilts his head against his fingers as he watches him with an idiotically focused gaze. Like a hawk or something. Fucking cute. “If you seriously had that on your shitty list, I'm throwing you out.”
An indignant squawk followed by startled laughter, and Dabi suddenly feels like his chest might explode from the fondness for that idiot above him.
“You're saying you wouldn't throw me out otherwise?”
There's a certain nuance to his quip, lids lowered and focused on his own fingertips tracing idle patterns across the tattoos along his chin line to avoid Dabi's calculating gaze, and Dabi truly hopes he's not just mistaking it for something - dare he say? - hopeful.
He thinks I’m just gonna tell him to book it? Dabi’s eyes grow soft with a small smile. Unbelievable.
“Half of your clothes are soaking away in my bathroom, Kei”, he snorts as a hot blush rises on Keigo’s cheeks, if from the statement or the nickname, he can’t quite gauge; he just knows he wants to see more of it. “We can dry them tomorrow. Stay the night?”
Now he's sounding too damn hopeful and he knows it, but he honestly can’t help it, barely choking down the Stay forever he actually wants to say as it is and wanting to slap himself for all of it.
Those amber eyes flick up to meet his finally, beautiful high cheekbones still tinted with a blush as a brilliant smile starts tugging on his lips.
“Okay”, he murmurs, stroking along Dabi's cheek as he leans in, barely hovering over his lips.
All the breath leaves his lungs at once, cyan meeting amber at the simple concession. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
He tastes the smile against his lips then, feels his own contentment reflected in toned arms wrapping around his shoulders as he rolls them around again, suddenly giddy and breathless and happy in a way he can’t remember ever feeling before.
He presses kisses to every tanned inch of skin he can reach, delighting in the surprised little giggles and tightening embrace it gets him, and helplessly thinks that he’d burn the whole city down to get birdie to stay with him.
It's between kisses that he suddenly has a thought.
“You're in college and never even fucked a frat boy before? How does that even work?”
A low chuckle, sliding along Dabi's skin like honey. “‘m actually not in college?” Dabi pushes back at the almost embarrassed admission (like Dabi’d fucking care if he studied or not) and raises a brow. “Just came here to meet with - “
“Himura!”
His door suddenly crashes open in a way only one person seems to manage, and Dabi is groaning already before looking over his naked shoulder at the intruder.
What was it today with people just barging in on him?
Not that he's complaining about the first interruption.
“Help me look for someone, ink boy. Tiny, scrawny, blond and acting like it-”, he almost hears the moment realization dawns on her, throwing her an unimpressed stare from where he's caging Keigo in beneath him and blocking him from sight. But reading the room never was her forte. “Wow, Dabs”, a low whistle, “even your ass is tattooed, talk about dedication.”
“I’m gonna kill you, Usagiyama.” - “Hi, Rumi!”
Both pairs of eyes fix on Keigo now where he’s pushing up on his elbows to get a look at the entrance, the sudden silence ringing loudly in the increased backdrop of music and shouting through the open door before both of them lose their shit at the same time.
“You know her?” - “You’re fucking him?!”
Keigo has the decency to blush a little, nodding at both of them and hiding away beneath Dabi some more.
Rumi’s cackles suddenly fill the room, and Dabi just sighs, letting his head drop to Keigo’s collarbone. “I knew you’d hit it off, I’ve been telling you to come by for fucking ages - “
“Oh my god, get lost!” Dabi's exasperated shout only has her laughing louder and it's in a last-ditch effort that he throws the first thing he can get a hold of at her head over his shoulder.
“How can you be so grumpy while fucking - Ow! Did you just throw your lube at me??” He can feel Keigo’s chest shaking with muffled laughter beneath him and has to hold himself back as well. “I’m too fucking gay for this - and here I was worried about your scrawny ass, what the hell. You're gonna make this up to me tomorrow, Takami! I’m outta here!”
His door slams shut again, and both of them break out into uncontrolled laughter instantly.
“So, Rumi?”, Dabi snorts.
“Yeah, she's been bugging me to come over for ages”, Keigo giggles, tightening his arms around Dabi once more and bringing him closer.
Dabi hums contentedly. “Gotta thank her later.” His gaze turns dry. “After fixing my goddamn lock.”
The resounding laughter gets muffled as they tumble around his bed after that, grabbing and stroking and kissing like fucking teens and, god, if it wasn’t the most glorious night he's ever had, he thinks, not yet knowing that there’s an infinite amount more of those to follow.
*****
“Did Touya help you find him, babe?”
“..Don't even ask, Fuyu. They’re both dead to me.”