[ He didn't normally go after high schoolers. Especially not high schoolers part of the most prestigious hero course in the country. There was a thrill behind it; the kind that got him excited even from that sloppy, vodka-flavored kiss.
He lets the boy take the bottle from his hand and take a swig, taking the time himself to shed the jacket he'd been wearing. ]
You know that hurts enough to make me wanna stuff that dirty mouth of yours and wash it out.
[ He teased, using the hands fisting in his shirt as an excuse to lean in and run his tongue over the blond's bottom lip to catch a few stray drops of the alcohol. ]
You get to leave any time. You gotta trust me when I say I'm not that type of villain.
I'm assuming you mean what kinda horse you're gonna be riding so....
[ His hand dropped down to his jeans, undoing the belt and zipper before taking one of the younger's hands to push it into his boxer-briefs. Allowing him to feel how big Dabi was before he's even gotten hard but most of all, letting him feel the metal piercings adorning him. ]
[It's good he's maneuvered, or he might have had time enough to think about socking Dabi in the face with his fist again for the invasion of his personal space.
Christ. He was aware of already considering Dabi a freakshow, but now he realizes the freakshow extends further than that.] I'm not gonna be riding shit. [Not, he thinks, when his damp palm cups the man's cock and pulls it out of the waistband, thumb feeling over the hard, notched ribs of the barbells along the underside.] What the fuck... [Rather than let go, his hand squeezes gently, another warning.]
Am I supposed to be impressed you're fucked up enough to shove a needle four times through your dick?
[But it doesn't matter. The intimacy has already made him mostly hard in the leg of his sweats, and he takes his hand away like he's touched something scalding. Reaching over his shoulders, he grabs a fistful of the hoodie and yanks it up over his head, taking the shirt beneath with it, too. They get tossed to the floor, and heat rolls off him in a wave, free. He's conditioned himself to sweat for his quirk, so he's already glistening.]
We can see if your mouth is any better than his. Something besides just fuckin' yapping.
[ A second sock to the face that night would've been a serious kill to the buzz he has going. ]
Well, if you think you're topping me, I have some very sad news for you. I haven't bottomed since I was 17.
[ He genuinely laughed at the reaction to Bakugou seeing his cock and the piercings adorning him. ]
You asked to see. Or that's what my drunk ass is interpreting you to have meant. Now c'mon. I showed you mine now you show me yours.
[ Though looking down at the hard lump in Bakugou's sweats, it's not hard to imagine what the boy looks like. Dabi has to admit, though, the picture before him with the blond stripping off his hoodie and shirt is certainly a nice one. Even if Bakugou thinks of him as a freakshow and walking zombie of sorts, Dabi's shirt soon joins the younger's before he turns on the couch to rest the younger on his back. ]
I'd expect so since I have a lot more experience than him. And you better not spill that vodka on my couch. That's the good shit. I actually paid money for it.
And? There's no better time to fucking start again.
[Carefully, he takes one last swig of the vodka, doesn't cough this time but does grimace, and he sets it down on the floor by the couch out of the way.
Thankfully, Bakugou has no real humility when it comes to being naked. He's too arrogant for that, too fearless. Easily, without hesitation, he thumbs the hem of his sweatpants and shoves them down his thighs past his knees, over them and off his legs to the floor, getting rid of the socks afterward.
Dabi gets the worst teenage, shit-eating smirk. There's no monumental and astounding look to him; the length of his cock is average, decent, hard and lying stretched toward his navel, but he isn't small by any means. The girth of him will make for a delicious mouthful.
If Dabi thought he wasn't going to be the feistiest fuck, Dabi was wrong. Reaching up, he clamps a hand around the back of Dabi's neck and against Dabi's shoulder before the man even has the chance to look him over much. He swings his weight to the side, trying to flip them on the couch, though he's going to settle on Dabi's stomach and lap rather than shove himself up between Dabi's legs. This tussle over dominance seems to thrill him considerably.]
Open your mouth. If you bite me, I'll blow the rest of your face off so it matches the bottom.
Don't make me tie you down. I'm really not afraid to, kid.
[ He helps the younger in yanking off his sweats and boxers and Dabi had to admit that the sight of Bakugou's naked form was definitely a nice one. Even if he were a lot more sober than he was now, he'd find the blond's muscled body just as erotic to look at.
His true feeling or thoughts don't show on his face, however, outside of the blue fire still burning in his eyes as he reaches over to the end table by the couch for a bottle of lube just to have on hand.
When he's grabbed, the villain gives a defiant growl and plants a foot against the floor as his knee digs into the couch for purchase. Heated hands grab the younger male's wrists, pinning them over his head against the couch. ]
Don't fucking tempt me to leave a few bites on you. Give some marks for you to have to explain away the next time you stand in the changing room. Now if you want me to suck this cock of yours, you better sit still.
[ Gone was the relaxed demeanor he'd had earlier. This was how Dabi was when he got turned on and presented a beautiful body for him to enjoy. Though he had to admit, the thrill and excitement of Bakugou fighting back against him for dominance was getting his cock to harden. Finally showing off his full length and girth which was well above the average. ]
[The damp palms crackle gently, and he twists his wrists, but doesn't blast like he would if he had actually wanted to escape. The length of his forearms and biceps tense, and he pushes back against Dabi's hold, a taunt when he bobs the other man up once.
A way to say not to underestimate him even if he's a kid.]
Good fucking luck. I'm not afraid to bite your damn ass back. [The resistance he's issuing slackens slightly, relenting. Even if his chest is partially puffed stubbornly, he's getting something good out of this. He won't be too much of a nuisance. Maybe.] Stop wasting my time and start sucking my dick.
Let my fucking hands go. small>[So he can use them.] You're gonna need yours anyway.
[ The push back against his hold makes Dabi's fingers tighten almost bruisingly around the younger's wrists. Hips pressing down into the blond's to keep him pinned until he's sure the boy isn't going to try anything. ]
Good. I like it a little rough. [ Gradually his hold loosens as he feels the other relaxing under him, a snort leaving him in response to his continued attitude. ] Did you treat my brother like this?
You're right about that, though. [ With a quick, rough kiss to the younger's lips, he finally let him go to settle down between his legs. Immediately he took Bakugou's balls into his mouth, suckling and rolling them with his tongue as he watched the younger's face from below. ]
Yeah. [There's no reason for him to deny the feistiness that came with the other Todoroki.] I told you he liked to look down the barrel of the fucking gun. [Despite the rowdy behavior, Bakugou actually isn't terribly abusive. Shouto had been fine.
Even with his hands free, he keeps them draped back above his head over the couch, and he runs his tongue over his lips as Dabi pulls away. He can't decide yet if he likes or despises the taste of vodka and cigarettes.
His legs part, knees draw up just a bit to make room. The mouth on his balls causes him to jump slightly along the thighs and waist, and his face pinches for a second somewhere between cautious and pleasure.]
[ Turquoise rolled from the response. He didn't think of Bakugou as an abusive type, though there had been plenty of questionable signs which drew the League towards him to begin with. Still, it was a bit conflicting to think about Shouto sleeping with a guy that acts like this.
His hands slide along the younger's thighs, warming slightly as he sucked the boy's sack. After a few moments, he released them to give a slow lick along the underside of Bakugou's cock. ]
People always forget about the balls when it comes to giving head. But balls need attention, too, you know.
[ Finally he went for the main attraction. With fingers rubbing and stroking the base, he bobbed his mouth along Bakugou's cock. Now and then he'd pull up to just the head, allowing his tongue to rub the sensitive areas there before he resumed the pace. ]
[The hands over his head squeeze tightly, and he tries not to buck his hips toward the mouth. A pleased hum leaves hum, but only that so far. It doesn’t matter. Being blond, lighter skinned, it’s easy to see the fierce flush that climbs up his neck from the plane of his chest, speckling him hot and bothered.]
Fuck...
[The worst part about being feisty and passionate is how easy it is for him to lose it. Not just with his anger, but with his orgasming, too. His toes curl, legs going rigid under the hot hands before they move to his cock. There’s an attempt he makes to relax, but teasing the head draws a low, breathless hiss out of him, and his face bunches gently.
Maybe being a teenager with only a bit of experience doesn’t help any.]
[ For all the threats and harsh tones Bakugou gave him, now that Dabi had his mouth wrapped around the boy's cock, he seemed to be putty under his hands.
Good.
If Bakugou wanted to give Dabi a lesson not to underestimate him, let this be the younger's lesson not to underestimate Dabi. He knows what he's doing and how to do it well and it's evident in how he puts genuine concentration into sucking the other male off. He doesn't even bother trying to tease anymore as he pulls off completely to give a bit more attention to his balls as the heated hand jerks him. Instead Dabi licked and teased mercilessly to draw out some sort of noise from the boy to prove that there'd be no holding back and it's fruitless to try. ]
[The thrown back hands don't last. They snap forward and down, and he digs every single one of his fingers into the dyed hair of Dabi's head, curling them, clutching. At first, he doesn't direct, just holds, instead occasionally rocking his hips up to meet the man's mouth coming down.
His moan isn't loud; a strained and pleased growl given through his teeth with closed eyes and a hard jaw turned upward.
He mutters something, maybe a curse, and then starts trying to guide Dabi's mouth over his cock, down a little further, back and forth a little faster. It's easy to feel good and be hungry for more, and really easy to toe the line.
His hands grip roughly suddenly and yank, loosen to move, then shove at Dabi's head.] Alright. [The bark is hoarse, and he grabs the base of his cock to try to almost pull it away protectively.] Fuck--off.
[ Dabi doesn't let Bakugou have his way with his mouth even as his head is held in place between his legs. Pushing against the grip, he only allows the blond to rock up when he feels like it, mostly focusing on the tip as fiery blue glares up.
Only after he's given the moaning growl does he let the other guide his head a little more, bobbing harder and faster along him until--. ]
Hnng-!
[ The boy is very lucky he didn't bite down from the sheer shock of his hair being yanked so suddenly. Pulling back and sitting up, the elder stared at him with an arm braced on the back of the couch. ]
You're really gonna blue ball yourself on purpose? What the fuck for?
[ A sigh fell from his lips as he sat back and found his jacket. ]
Alright, then. Since you wanna be mister big cock in charge. You can finish yourself off.
[ From the jacket he pulled out his cigarettes to tap one out. Lighting up right there with a small flame on the tip of his thumb. Waiting to see if Bakugou would actually jerk himself off or if he'd let Dabi finish the job. ]
[A deviant, rebellious rise washes over him. He waits, on purpose, for Dabi to get the cigarette out and light it, get one good suck on it, and then he tightens his abs and hefts himself up to quickly snatch the thing out of Dabi's mouth.
There's no hesitation; he crushes the cigarette in his palm in a flurry of a small explosion, and when he opens his hand to the side, ashes fall out.] You're not fuckin' done yet, you bastard.
Keep going. I'll give it to you when you actually start doin' something besides using your damn mouth. You want me to come, then you've gotta earn it. Unless you're all show, and you actually don't know how to use what you shiskabobbed four times.
[ Well, that lasted for all of half a minute. Normally, any man or even a woman who dares take a freshly lit cigarette (or any cigarette for that matter) from Dabi and crushes it would get his full wrath. He couldn't exactly do that with this kid, though.
But... he could take it out on him in other ways. ]
You know... you're really making this harder on yourself. If you really wanna edge and drag this out much longer than I was gonna let it be for you... don't you fucking complain.
[ Now it was his turn to grab. Yanking Bakugou up to his feet and tossing him over his shoulder to carry him into the bedroom just down a short hallway where he tossed him onto the bed. ]
Let's see... here. Open your fucking legs before I tie them to the bed. You might not be that impressed, but it'll make you do more than just scream and throw a hissy fit if I shove my cock in you, so open up and let me prepare your ass.
[ He'd forgotten the bottle in the living room, but that wasn't the only lube he kept around. Ever prepared, he had a full bottle fresh and ready as he opened it up and poured it over his hand. ]
[The natural response for Bakugou is to bitch and curse the entire way, more so because he's thrown over a shoulder rather than being dragged. He fights for the hell of it, for the humiliation of it, slapping his nails against Dabi's back and dragging them upward.
When he lands on the bed, he quickly rolls over to his hands and knees, not trusting Dabi won't simply leap onto him. He's surprised only partially when nothing comes except instructions. Dabi gets a heavy, rebellious scoff.]
As if I'd let you fucking tie my legs down.
[Straightening up on his knees, he offers Dabi a somewhat smug smirk. His eyes drop to the hands, watching the liquid, and then rise again to Dabi's face. He won't take it lying down. He's never taken anything lying down in his life.
So slowly, he moves across to the edge of the bed on his knees, getting as much in Dabi's space as he can, putting them chest to chest, flush. His chin is cocked deviantly upward.] I ain't scared of your fucking dick. [One hand grabs Dabi's bicep, but doesn't hold the arm back; the other hand reaches up to tangle its fingers and pull--downward so he can bite Dabi's mouth.]
[ He'd expected the bitching and cursing as he carried the boy into the bedroom. Not even the drag of nails over his scarred skin bothered him and only made him slap a rough hand over Bakugou's ass. ]
Don't knock it till you try it, kid.
[ He allowed the blond to move over to the edge of the bed, lube still dripping from his fingers as he stood his ground. Seriously, how had his brother put up with having sex with this guy? It tested every inch of Dabi's patience to not just throw in the towel and go jerk off in the bathroom to get rid of his erection. ]
I never fucking said you were, you egotistical little brat. Would you calm the fuck down already and just let me fuck you?
[ Dabi held back just a few centimeters even as he was tugged downward, lubed hand going behind so that a pair of fingers could push into the younger male's ass. ]
This isn't about you submitting or relinquishing power to me. What I am doing is making this more enjoyable for the both of us because you don't just go shoving your cock in someone's ass. It's a very quick way to have a bad time for both parties.
[ His fingers thrust in and out of Bakugou's ass as he spoke, lips still centimeters away from the younger's mouth and an arm wrapped tight around his waist. Though Dabi was much leaner in his muscle, he was still plenty strong to hold Bakugou still in his grip. ]
[Dabi gets a frustrated, faint growl for the resistance.] I know. Fucking Halfy tried to sit on my dick dr-- [He still tries to get the man's head down so he can take a chunk out of the mouth, but the moment the fingers go in him, he freezes. It's not painful really, not with the lube, but the intrusion is still an intrusion.
A pleasant one that makes his cock throb.
He winces in a way as if he's trying not to be pleasured, teeth bared, and then his head ducks down some, fingers tightening and nails dragging. His breath his hot and gaspy at Dabi's collar. But it isn't going to work for him to rebel against the fingers, he realizes. There's no need.
His hands loosen to the curve of Dabi's neck and shoulders, a simple hold, his forehead bumping the chest until it rests there. His arms quiver with the effort of trying not to give Dabi the satisfaction of hearing him moan.]
En...ough. Get your fingers... outta my ass, and put your dick in it.
I doubt anyone really told him how to have sex before so... I'm not terribly surprised.
[ He can't resist a smirk when he gets that reaction once his fingers are inside the boy's ass. Pressing deep and stretching him out even if it doesn't draw out the kinds of sounds he wants to hear. Feeling the younger's face pressing against his skin, Dabi turns his head to lick slowly at the shell of his ear as he finally has an advantage over Bakugou.
Finally.
Letting his free hand drift down, he grips the younger's ass as fingers continue to slide in and out of his hole. ]
Then you might wanna let me onto the bed.
[ It's only then that he pulls the digits free and releases his hold. Hands moving instead to tug his jeans the rest of the way off along with his boxer briefs. His cock's grown fully hardened by now, showing off the much larger size than it had appeared earlier as Dabi took more of the lube and spread it over his shaft. ]
[The push away isn't rough, but it's still got an edge of deviance. He backs up to make room, then rolls down to his back and his elbows, the muscles of his arms and abs standing out under the skin. He spreads his legs some, but keeps his knees up.
And he's unbearably hard even now, angry red and stretched toward his stomach. The flush has returned to his collar and neck from the tingle left behind by the ear teasing, and it rides up into his cheeks to make him look heady, overworked.
Dabi's cock gets a cursory watch before the eyes lift again to Dabi's face. He's still not afraid, but he realizes that this is going to be literally be a pain in the ass come tomorrow, no matter how many sips of vodka he had tonight.
Fuck.
Rolling his eyes back, he lets his head drop behind and between his shoulders. He can't believe his dick is hard for this, and his fingers curl into the bed irritably. Not at the situation. At himself.]
There we go. Is that really so hard for you to do when you know how good I'm about to make you feel?
[ Dabi knelt onto the mattress and settled his hips between bent legs. He doesn't bother to tease or say much as he positions himself, though the sight of Bakugou's flushed, aroused body is worth the trouble it took to get him here.
His face tucked against that reddened neck, scarred lips brushing over the skin as he pressed the ringed head of his cock into the younger's ass. ]
Fuck, you're still tight. You should've let me stretch you more....
[ He said around a groan as he slid into Bakugou's tightness. Dabi's lucky to have used so much of the lube to make things a lot slicker, especially in regards to his piercings popping inside one by one. A few agonizing moments later, though, he's balls deep inside the blond with arms hooked under his legs to keep them held in position. ]
[The rough lips on his neck are a good momentary distraction. The cool, unnerving brush of the staples. But it's not quite enough to get rid of the thick, ringed head that pops inside of him.
He barks an immediate, "Fuck!" and throws his head back, tightens up around the thighs and ass even if that stalls the entrance until he finally relaxes. Both hands clamp onto Dabi's shoulders and dig nails into the skin.]
Son... [He squeezes his eyes shut, bares his teeth as much as his neck when his chin tips up. Each bar he can feel slip through and inside him, and his legs twitch. He can't tell if it feels good or hurts. Dabi's girth stings him wide even if the slide in is easier because of the lubrication.] ...of a bitch...
You're... goddamn... dick is already... too fucking big! Why would you fucking... pierce it?!
[ He gave a grunt as Bakugou immediately tightened around him, making it difficult to move deeper inside until taut muscles finally loosened for him. If there's a next time, Dabi is definitely tying this kid down and using a dildo on him to really get him loose and relaxed.
He doesn't force his way inside all at once, despite enjoying rough sex and wanting to make the younger moan, it was just as painful for him when those tight walls caught his piercings and tugged them unpleasantly. ]
Mostly for the aesthetic.... And when I've really gotten to have my way and take my time... it feels so fucking good for my partners when I fuck them.
[ He said holding the blond close in his arms once he was all the way inside his ass. Dabi stayed there for as long as he needed to let Bakugou relax and let him actually move. One thing was for sure... he hopes this is a lesson for Bakugou to slow the fuck down and actually go through with proper foreplay. ]
[Whatever flippant, arrogant thing he had planned to say is quickly interrupted by a strange, strangled moan at the first bit of movement. The lesson is only mildly learned. The moan is pleased for sure, full of teeth and sharp brows, tinged with a little pain.
The look on his face isn't hurting. The burn sends a thrill rippling up his spine, electric, and his lower back arches. Both heels settle on the back of Dabi's hips and dig in, and he grinds gently back over the bottom most piercing and base of Dabi's cock to cradle finally against Dabi's lap.]
Shit... [The thickness filling him is the weirdest pleasant pain he's ever felt. He's not even soft. As rigid as ever, begging against his lower stomach. Even rolling his head back, he can't hide the aroused flush still lingering from his chest up.] Whatever... go...
Just wait for it... you'll understand what I mean once I really start fucking you.
[ Dabi goes right for the younger's ear once more to take the lobe in his teeth and tug. He's tempted to jerk Bakugou's cock as he lets him adjust to his size and the piercings, but still being annoyed with his attitude from earlier decided against it for now.
At least he can tell Bakugou isn't in complete agony as his ass is penetrated. Once all the way inside, Dabi gives a low, pleasured groan against the boy's neck. ]
You know... you keep saying shit like that to me... it's very tempting to do just that.
[ He sat up to his knees and took hold of Bakugou's waist, getting a good grip on his body as he dragged his cock back out. It's almost paintful how tight the younger is around him and the way his piercings catch on the tight ring of his entrance and it shows slightly on his features as he pushes back in a little quicker than before. ]
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He lets the boy take the bottle from his hand and take a swig, taking the time himself to shed the jacket he'd been wearing. ]
You know that hurts enough to make me wanna stuff that dirty mouth of yours and wash it out.
[ He teased, using the hands fisting in his shirt as an excuse to lean in and run his tongue over the blond's bottom lip to catch a few stray drops of the alcohol. ]
You get to leave any time. You gotta trust me when I say I'm not that type of villain.
I'm assuming you mean what kinda horse you're gonna be riding so....
[ His hand dropped down to his jeans, undoing the belt and zipper before taking one of the younger's hands to push it into his boxer-briefs. Allowing him to feel how big Dabi was before he's even gotten hard but most of all, letting him feel the metal piercings adorning him. ]
Feel for yourself.
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Christ. He was aware of already considering Dabi a freakshow, but now he realizes the freakshow extends further than that.] I'm not gonna be riding shit. [Not, he thinks, when his damp palm cups the man's cock and pulls it out of the waistband, thumb feeling over the hard, notched ribs of the barbells along the underside.] What the fuck... [Rather than let go, his hand squeezes gently, another warning.]
Am I supposed to be impressed you're fucked up enough to shove a needle four times through your dick?
[But it doesn't matter. The intimacy has already made him mostly hard in the leg of his sweats, and he takes his hand away like he's touched something scalding. Reaching over his shoulders, he grabs a fistful of the hoodie and yanks it up over his head, taking the shirt beneath with it, too. They get tossed to the floor, and heat rolls off him in a wave, free. He's conditioned himself to sweat for his quirk, so he's already glistening.]
We can see if your mouth is any better than his. Something besides just fuckin' yapping.
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Well, if you think you're topping me, I have some very sad news for you. I haven't bottomed since I was 17.
[ He genuinely laughed at the reaction to Bakugou seeing his cock and the piercings adorning him. ]
You asked to see. Or that's what my drunk ass is interpreting you to have meant. Now c'mon. I showed you mine now you show me yours.
[ Though looking down at the hard lump in Bakugou's sweats, it's not hard to imagine what the boy looks like. Dabi has to admit, though, the picture before him with the blond stripping off his hoodie and shirt is certainly a nice one. Even if Bakugou thinks of him as a freakshow and walking zombie of sorts, Dabi's shirt soon joins the younger's before he turns on the couch to rest the younger on his back. ]
I'd expect so since I have a lot more experience than him. And you better not spill that vodka on my couch. That's the good shit. I actually paid money for it.
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[Carefully, he takes one last swig of the vodka, doesn't cough this time but does grimace, and he sets it down on the floor by the couch out of the way.
Thankfully, Bakugou has no real humility when it comes to being naked. He's too arrogant for that, too fearless. Easily, without hesitation, he thumbs the hem of his sweatpants and shoves them down his thighs past his knees, over them and off his legs to the floor, getting rid of the socks afterward.
Dabi gets the worst teenage, shit-eating smirk. There's no monumental and astounding look to him; the length of his cock is average, decent, hard and lying stretched toward his navel, but he isn't small by any means. The girth of him will make for a delicious mouthful.
If Dabi thought he wasn't going to be the feistiest fuck, Dabi was wrong. Reaching up, he clamps a hand around the back of Dabi's neck and against Dabi's shoulder before the man even has the chance to look him over much. He swings his weight to the side, trying to flip them on the couch, though he's going to settle on Dabi's stomach and lap rather than shove himself up between Dabi's legs. This tussle over dominance seems to thrill him considerably.]
Open your mouth. If you bite me, I'll blow the rest of your face off so it matches the bottom.
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[ He helps the younger in yanking off his sweats and boxers and Dabi had to admit that the sight of Bakugou's naked form was definitely a nice one. Even if he were a lot more sober than he was now, he'd find the blond's muscled body just as erotic to look at.
His true feeling or thoughts don't show on his face, however, outside of the blue fire still burning in his eyes as he reaches over to the end table by the couch for a bottle of lube just to have on hand.
When he's grabbed, the villain gives a defiant growl and plants a foot against the floor as his knee digs into the couch for purchase. Heated hands grab the younger male's wrists, pinning them over his head against the couch. ]
Don't fucking tempt me to leave a few bites on you. Give some marks for you to have to explain away the next time you stand in the changing room. Now if you want me to suck this cock of yours, you better sit still.
[ Gone was the relaxed demeanor he'd had earlier. This was how Dabi was when he got turned on and presented a beautiful body for him to enjoy. Though he had to admit, the thrill and excitement of Bakugou fighting back against him for dominance was getting his cock to harden. Finally showing off his full length and girth which was well above the average. ]
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A way to say not to underestimate him even if he's a kid.]
Good fucking luck. I'm not afraid to bite your damn ass back. [The resistance he's issuing slackens slightly, relenting. Even if his chest is partially puffed stubbornly, he's getting something good out of this. He won't be too much of a nuisance. Maybe.] Stop wasting my time and start sucking my dick.
Let my fucking hands go. small>[So he can use them.] You're gonna need yours anyway.
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Good. I like it a little rough. [ Gradually his hold loosens as he feels the other relaxing under him, a snort leaving him in response to his continued attitude. ] Did you treat my brother like this?
You're right about that, though. [ With a quick, rough kiss to the younger's lips, he finally let him go to settle down between his legs. Immediately he took Bakugou's balls into his mouth, suckling and rolling them with his tongue as he watched the younger's face from below. ]
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Even with his hands free, he keeps them draped back above his head over the couch, and he runs his tongue over his lips as Dabi pulls away. He can't decide yet if he likes or despises the taste of vodka and cigarettes.
His legs part, knees draw up just a bit to make room. The mouth on his balls causes him to jump slightly along the thighs and waist, and his face pinches for a second somewhere between cautious and pleasure.]
That's--not my fuckin' dick, shithead.
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His hands slide along the younger's thighs, warming slightly as he sucked the boy's sack. After a few moments, he released them to give a slow lick along the underside of Bakugou's cock. ]
People always forget about the balls when it comes to giving head. But balls need attention, too, you know.
[ Finally he went for the main attraction. With fingers rubbing and stroking the base, he bobbed his mouth along Bakugou's cock. Now and then he'd pull up to just the head, allowing his tongue to rub the sensitive areas there before he resumed the pace. ]
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Fuck...
[The worst part about being feisty and passionate is how easy it is for him to lose it. Not just with his anger, but with his orgasming, too. His toes curl, legs going rigid under the hot hands before they move to his cock. There’s an attempt he makes to relax, but teasing the head draws a low, breathless hiss out of him, and his face bunches gently.
Maybe being a teenager with only a bit of experience doesn’t help any.]
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Good.
If Bakugou wanted to give Dabi a lesson not to underestimate him, let this be the younger's lesson not to underestimate Dabi. He knows what he's doing and how to do it well and it's evident in how he puts genuine concentration into sucking the other male off. He doesn't even bother trying to tease anymore as he pulls off completely to give a bit more attention to his balls as the heated hand jerks him. Instead Dabi licked and teased mercilessly to draw out some sort of noise from the boy to prove that there'd be no holding back and it's fruitless to try. ]
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His moan isn't loud; a strained and pleased growl given through his teeth with closed eyes and a hard jaw turned upward.
He mutters something, maybe a curse, and then starts trying to guide Dabi's mouth over his cock, down a little further, back and forth a little faster. It's easy to feel good and be hungry for more, and really easy to toe the line.
His hands grip roughly suddenly and yank, loosen to move, then shove at Dabi's head.] Alright. [The bark is hoarse, and he grabs the base of his cock to try to almost pull it away protectively.] Fuck--off.
I ain't... givin' it to you that damn easily.
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Only after he's given the moaning growl does he let the other guide his head a little more, bobbing harder and faster along him until--. ]
Hnng-!
[ The boy is very lucky he didn't bite down from the sheer shock of his hair being yanked so suddenly. Pulling back and sitting up, the elder stared at him with an arm braced on the back of the couch. ]
You're really gonna blue ball yourself on purpose? What the fuck for?
[ A sigh fell from his lips as he sat back and found his jacket. ]
Alright, then. Since you wanna be mister big cock in charge. You can finish yourself off.
[ From the jacket he pulled out his cigarettes to tap one out. Lighting up right there with a small flame on the tip of his thumb. Waiting to see if Bakugou would actually jerk himself off or if he'd let Dabi finish the job. ]
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There's no hesitation; he crushes the cigarette in his palm in a flurry of a small explosion, and when he opens his hand to the side, ashes fall out.] You're not fuckin' done yet, you bastard.
Keep going. I'll give it to you when you actually start doin' something besides using your damn mouth. You want me to come, then you've gotta earn it. Unless you're all show, and you actually don't know how to use what you shiskabobbed four times.
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But... he could take it out on him in other ways. ]
You know... you're really making this harder on yourself. If you really wanna edge and drag this out much longer than I was gonna let it be for you... don't you fucking complain.
[ Now it was his turn to grab. Yanking Bakugou up to his feet and tossing him over his shoulder to carry him into the bedroom just down a short hallway where he tossed him onto the bed. ]
Let's see... here. Open your fucking legs before I tie them to the bed. You might not be that impressed, but it'll make you do more than just scream and throw a hissy fit if I shove my cock in you, so open up and let me prepare your ass.
[ He'd forgotten the bottle in the living room, but that wasn't the only lube he kept around. Ever prepared, he had a full bottle fresh and ready as he opened it up and poured it over his hand. ]
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When he lands on the bed, he quickly rolls over to his hands and knees, not trusting Dabi won't simply leap onto him. He's surprised only partially when nothing comes except instructions. Dabi gets a heavy, rebellious scoff.]
As if I'd let you fucking tie my legs down.
[Straightening up on his knees, he offers Dabi a somewhat smug smirk. His eyes drop to the hands, watching the liquid, and then rise again to Dabi's face. He won't take it lying down. He's never taken anything lying down in his life.
So slowly, he moves across to the edge of the bed on his knees, getting as much in Dabi's space as he can, putting them chest to chest, flush. His chin is cocked deviantly upward.] I ain't scared of your fucking dick. [One hand grabs Dabi's bicep, but doesn't hold the arm back; the other hand reaches up to tangle its fingers and pull--downward so he can bite Dabi's mouth.]
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Don't knock it till you try it, kid.
[ He allowed the blond to move over to the edge of the bed, lube still dripping from his fingers as he stood his ground. Seriously, how had his brother put up with having sex with this guy? It tested every inch of Dabi's patience to not just throw in the towel and go jerk off in the bathroom to get rid of his erection. ]
I never fucking said you were, you egotistical little brat. Would you calm the fuck down already and just let me fuck you?
[ Dabi held back just a few centimeters even as he was tugged downward, lubed hand going behind so that a pair of fingers could push into the younger male's ass. ]
This isn't about you submitting or relinquishing power to me. What I am doing is making this more enjoyable for the both of us because you don't just go shoving your cock in someone's ass. It's a very quick way to have a bad time for both parties.
[ His fingers thrust in and out of Bakugou's ass as he spoke, lips still centimeters away from the younger's mouth and an arm wrapped tight around his waist. Though Dabi was much leaner in his muscle, he was still plenty strong to hold Bakugou still in his grip. ]
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A pleasant one that makes his cock throb.
He winces in a way as if he's trying not to be pleasured, teeth bared, and then his head ducks down some, fingers tightening and nails dragging. His breath his hot and gaspy at Dabi's collar. But it isn't going to work for him to rebel against the fingers, he realizes. There's no need.
His hands loosen to the curve of Dabi's neck and shoulders, a simple hold, his forehead bumping the chest until it rests there. His arms quiver with the effort of trying not to give Dabi the satisfaction of hearing him moan.]
En...ough. Get your fingers... outta my ass, and put your dick in it.
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[ He can't resist a smirk when he gets that reaction once his fingers are inside the boy's ass. Pressing deep and stretching him out even if it doesn't draw out the kinds of sounds he wants to hear. Feeling the younger's face pressing against his skin, Dabi turns his head to lick slowly at the shell of his ear as he finally has an advantage over Bakugou.
Finally.
Letting his free hand drift down, he grips the younger's ass as fingers continue to slide in and out of his hole. ]
Then you might wanna let me onto the bed.
[ It's only then that he pulls the digits free and releases his hold. Hands moving instead to tug his jeans the rest of the way off along with his boxer briefs. His cock's grown fully hardened by now, showing off the much larger size than it had appeared earlier as Dabi took more of the lube and spread it over his shaft. ]
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And he's unbearably hard even now, angry red and stretched toward his stomach. The flush has returned to his collar and neck from the tingle left behind by the ear teasing, and it rides up into his cheeks to make him look heady, overworked.
Dabi's cock gets a cursory watch before the eyes lift again to Dabi's face. He's still not afraid, but he realizes that this is going to be literally be a pain in the ass come tomorrow, no matter how many sips of vodka he had tonight.
Fuck.
Rolling his eyes back, he lets his head drop behind and between his shoulders. He can't believe his dick is hard for this, and his fingers curl into the bed irritably. Not at the situation. At himself.]
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[ Dabi knelt onto the mattress and settled his hips between bent legs. He doesn't bother to tease or say much as he positions himself, though the sight of Bakugou's flushed, aroused body is worth the trouble it took to get him here.
His face tucked against that reddened neck, scarred lips brushing over the skin as he pressed the ringed head of his cock into the younger's ass. ]
Fuck, you're still tight. You should've let me stretch you more....
[ He said around a groan as he slid into Bakugou's tightness. Dabi's lucky to have used so much of the lube to make things a lot slicker, especially in regards to his piercings popping inside one by one. A few agonizing moments later, though, he's balls deep inside the blond with arms hooked under his legs to keep them held in position. ]
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[The rough lips on his neck are a good momentary distraction. The cool, unnerving brush of the staples. But it's not quite enough to get rid of the thick, ringed head that pops inside of him.
He barks an immediate, "Fuck!" and throws his head back, tightens up around the thighs and ass even if that stalls the entrance until he finally relaxes. Both hands clamp onto Dabi's shoulders and dig nails into the skin.]
Son... [He squeezes his eyes shut, bares his teeth as much as his neck when his chin tips up. Each bar he can feel slip through and inside him, and his legs twitch. He can't tell if it feels good or hurts. Dabi's girth stings him wide even if the slide in is easier because of the lubrication.] ...of a bitch...
You're... goddamn... dick is already... too fucking big! Why would you fucking... pierce it?!
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He doesn't force his way inside all at once, despite enjoying rough sex and wanting to make the younger moan, it was just as painful for him when those tight walls caught his piercings and tugged them unpleasantly. ]
Mostly for the aesthetic.... And when I've really gotten to have my way and take my time... it feels so fucking good for my partners when I fuck them.
[ He said holding the blond close in his arms once he was all the way inside his ass. Dabi stayed there for as long as he needed to let Bakugou relax and let him actually move. One thing was for sure... he hopes this is a lesson for Bakugou to slow the fuck down and actually go through with proper foreplay. ]
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[Whatever flippant, arrogant thing he had planned to say is quickly interrupted by a strange, strangled moan at the first bit of movement. The lesson is only mildly learned. The moan is pleased for sure, full of teeth and sharp brows, tinged with a little pain.
The look on his face isn't hurting. The burn sends a thrill rippling up his spine, electric, and his lower back arches. Both heels settle on the back of Dabi's hips and dig in, and he grinds gently back over the bottom most piercing and base of Dabi's cock to cradle finally against Dabi's lap.]
Shit... [The thickness filling him is the weirdest pleasant pain he's ever felt. He's not even soft. As rigid as ever, begging against his lower stomach. Even rolling his head back, he can't hide the aroused flush still lingering from his chest up.] Whatever... go...
Fuck me or get outta me.
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[ Dabi goes right for the younger's ear once more to take the lobe in his teeth and tug. He's tempted to jerk Bakugou's cock as he lets him adjust to his size and the piercings, but still being annoyed with his attitude from earlier decided against it for now.
At least he can tell Bakugou isn't in complete agony as his ass is penetrated. Once all the way inside, Dabi gives a low, pleasured groan against the boy's neck. ]
You know... you keep saying shit like that to me... it's very tempting to do just that.
[ He sat up to his knees and took hold of Bakugou's waist, getting a good grip on his body as he dragged his cock back out. It's almost paintful how tight the younger is around him and the way his piercings catch on the tight ring of his entrance and it shows slightly on his features as he pushes back in a little quicker than before. ]
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