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Dabi is capable of being normal the next day as they go back to base and just focus on their work. That they've been getting to go to V so often is a testament to the fact that AFO doesn't have good jobs lined up for them. So when Dabi gets a text from one of his old contacts asking him if he's free for an arson job, he makes sure to catch Shig before he heads back to his bedroom for the afternoon,
"Yo, boss," he says, catching his arm. He hears Spinner suck in a breath and for a second Dabi doesn't get why the gecko is so shocked, but then he remembers that the others are still terrified of Shigaraki's quirk, even if he's never slipped with it in front of them. They don't know that he can have his hands all over their bodies and they'll still be perfectly safe. He doesn't think that should make some part of him sit up, a curl of pride going through him that he doesn't know what to do with as he tries to get his brain back on track as he lets go of Shig's arm.
"What is it, Dabi?" His voice is a little tighter, a little muffled by the hand over his features, but that tightness, he knows, comes from battling the bad mood that his teacher and watcher put him in, especially when they've been twiddling their thumbs for a few days now. It's been worse for the past few, but Dabi wonders if that's because of how badly Aki seemed to have rattled him after she kissed him at V. Not that he can blame him. He probably wouldn't be doing very well if someone had traded him to a rapist to save their own skin, especially not when he was just a kid. It's all fucked, and they haven't been back to the club since, Duster not bringing it up and Dabi not daring to try to broach the subject instead.
"Got a contact who wants me to torch a building tonight. Just wanted to see if moonlighting is against the company policy or not?" He tries to keep his tone the same as he always does, tries to keep himself from searching his mask like he's not starving to see his face again. He hasn't gotten to since they left his apartment and he really is starting to hate the mask even more than he already did.
"As long as you don't get caught, you can do what you want. If something goes wrong, text Kurogiri for a portal." His head tilts to the side, just the slightest bit, "How long will this take?"
He thinks that the question is innocuous enough that none of the others will pick up on any other context as he answers, "Till late. Probably end up crashing with my contact while I wait for my payment." It should, hopefully, only take him an hour when it's all said and done, but any excuse that he has to be out of base for the whole night when no one thinks that he and Shigaraki are together is a great excuse for them to go to V again. And even if they don't go to the club, then they could still meet up at his apartment and figure out what to do about the Aki thing next.
"Fine." He continues to head upstairs and Dabi is glad he has a good excuse to follow him, because his coat with his lovely new support cuffs is up in his room and he's absolutely going to want that for the job. They head upstairs without a word, but Shig's got his phone out, his thumb tapping away at the keys rapidly as Dabi goes into his room to get his coat. He's barely gotten it on before his phone goes off.
Duster: If you have time tonight, meet me at V. I'll lay out your clothes in the apartment. If you can't make it, just let me know.
Dabi preens as he realizes how on the same page they already are and he steps out into the hall seeing that Shig is waiting for him there. He doesn't say a word, likely not wanting to catch anyone else's attention as he offers him a single key on a blue chain. He takes it with a nod and shuts his door as Shigaraki heads back to his room the way he had been before.
He puts the key into his pocket and finds that his hand keeps straying to it, running his thumb over the teeth as he heads out to get more details about his job tonight.
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The job itself is exactly as easy as he thought it would be. Most arson gigs are easy for him. He has a good range on his quirk and he can burn so hot that he can shatter concrete and melt steel. Even massive buildings fully up to code for fire safety don't stand a chance against him, and given this is a paper factory that the owner wants burned down so he can commit insurance fraud, Dabi is practically given a red carpet. No civilians or security guards to worry about, he's given the blueprints for the building so he knows where the most dangerous place for a blaze to erupt would be, and they've already set up a cover for him, having called in a few days ago that someone had left a barrel fire going outside of the factory. It's such an easy job that he has a feeling that this isn't the first time the client has run something like this before, and Dabi is more than happy to have it be easy, because that means that as soon as the sun goes down, he goes and lights up the place, his flames engulfing it in a matter of minutes, the thick smoke bleeding up into the dark sky, his fire going orange as it takes the natural materials inside of the building to keep burning. He's already a few blocks away by the time he hears the sirens start, and he knows the inside will be too damaged to do anything about it. He heads back to his contact, and they just have to wait until the police get in touch with the client for his money to be handed over to him. It takes about thirty minutes after he's arrived and Dabi takes the cash and heads immediately to Shig's apartment, even springing for a cab with the money in his pocket. He texts the other to tell him he's on his way and the other must not be in the club yet because he gets a response.
Duster: Spend some time observing, then come find me.
It's a simple order to follow and he immediately texts back an affirmative.
Dabi: Yes, sir.
It's close to eleven when he gets to the apartment and he finds that it's empty, but Duster left the bedroom light on for him. His clothes are on the bed, and these are more like something Dabi might actually wear out. He might steal these for his own collection at some point. The black cotton cropped t-shirt is paired with a similarly cropped long-sleeved black mesh layer beneath it, a set of fishnet tights with a large weave go on beneath the black skinny jeans that he's expected to wear, large holes along their surface so that the fishnets and his staples can be seen beneath them. Some rings and a necklace with a metal cock ring have been left on the bed along with his collar, but no shoes and no belt, so Dabi figures that he can use his own for that part of the outfit and he goes ahead and shoots Shig as text as he starts to change, letting him know that he should be at the club in half an hour.
He slicks part of his hair back, the same way that Duster had the first night that they'd gone to the club and he lines his eyes again as well. He looked good like that and at this point... it's getting a lot easier to not flinch when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looks good. He has every time Shig has dressed him and the way that people talk about him in the club... like he's attractive , is a far cry from the shit he's been getting over his appearance for years now. He likes the way it sounds.
He already feels warm by the time he's pulling up to the club. The line is still long even at this point in the night, and when Dabi finally gets to the front he expects to pay the fee and be let inside, having made sure to bring enough to cover it. But Saho takes one look at him and then reaches over to the other guy who's name Dabi still doesn't know and offers him a plastic card instead.
"Congratulations," is all she says before she waves him inside.
Dabi glances down at the card as he moves, not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, as he finds that he's holding a... platinum membership card. Good for a year, his name, a basic description of his appearance, and the word submissive under it all. Dabi doesn't think he wants to know how expensive this was, but he's glad to have it now as he heads upstairs, having left his phone at the apartment so he wouldn't have to waste time checking shit in.
He goes up the stairs and spills out into the nightclub area which is full of people already enjoying their evening. He knows what his orders were, and he wants to be good, but he... also just wants being back in the club to feel good again, the way it had started too once they had actually gotten on the same page properly. Now when he looks into the red rooms he hesitates. There's two men in one of the beds, one of them in the stockade headboard, his ass raised for the toy that's fucking into it, his mouth around his partner's cock, and instead of wondering how that would feel for him, he... wonders what it looked like when Shima had Shigaraki in one of these beds. Did it... look like he was having fun until the quirk broke? Or did anyone else sense the wrongness of what was happening before it escalated however it ended up doing when Shig broke free of his control? He's not certain, but he doesn't want to think about that. Shigaraki has still been coming here for years now. He likes it here, he has friends here, this is the place that he goes to relax and let loose. Dabi knows the him at the bar that's always coiled so tightly with his stress that he tries to claw it out from underneath his skin. He's not that. Not here. He is in control, of his body, of his partners, of how he's dealt with what happened to him here. Dabi doesn't know how he can be here without wanting to grab onto the building and turn the whole place to rubble, how he can exchange pleasantries with Shima without lunging across the table and tearing off his gloves, but Shigaraki is in control here. He knows what he wants and what he can and can't handle. It's not for him to decide what he thinks would be a more appropriate way for the other man to deal with his past.
Dabi windowshops, looking at the other occupied red rooms. He just wants to go see his dom, but he is supposed to look around first. Tomura always lingers in the lounge if they're not actively looking to use one of the other areas, so he knows he's just past this. And he doesn't want to pass by him and go deeper into the club. He wants to climb back into his lap and have his hands against his skin again, the way that he'd been getting them before Aki had walked in and brought with her a reminder of every horrible thing Tomura had gone through here.
Dabi lingers for long enough that he thinks that he's abided by Sir's instructions before he goes into the lounge. There are already people making use of the central benches, but his eyes gloss over them entirely as he searches for pale blue hair in the low lights. His whole body goes a little warmer, at first with his want, but then with a spike of anxiety as he finds Shig.
He's at one of the corner booths, a drink in front of him, talking to some of his acquaintances. He's pushed his hair back tonight too, wearing another of those button down shirts of lace tucked into a pair of deep red slacks. And his hand is on his neck, black leather gloves only keeping a few of his fingers from clawing into his skin as they talk. No. Dabi is so sharply indignant that he thinks he might try burning the information that they need out of Aki before he actually gives her what she wants when he realizes how completely she's soured Tomura's mood and perception of this place which is one of only two that Dabi thinks that he ever feels at ease at. No. She doesn't get to ruin this for him any more than she already has. Not if he has anything to say about it.
Dabi goes over to the table, ignoring the people Tomura is talking to and immediately getting into the booth.
"There you are, firefly--" Sir starts to greet him, but his words end abruptly when Dabi crawls right into his lap, spreading his legs wide around his thighs so that he can press their bodies as closely together as possible. He catches his arm, the way he had back at the bar, and pulls his hand away from his throat, instead tucking his face against his skin, pressing open mouth kisses to the scratches, his tongue flicking out to try and take away the sting of them over the old scars that are lingering there as well. His body is hot against Tomura's as he presses in tightly, the other man immediately shifting to put his hands around his body, one at the small of his back and the other over his hip as he lets out a soft, amused breath. "What's this, precious?" He asks and makes Dabi's skin warmer beyond his quirk. "Did you see something that got you so worked up?"
Dabi shakes his head slightly, moving up his neck to nip and suck at his earlobe as he runs his hands over his chest.
Tomura's hand moves up his back to cup around his neck, cradling his skull gently as he tilts him up to look at him in the eye. "You need to answer me, baby boy." He says, but the touches have already done what Dabi wanted them to. The tightens in his posture and around his eyes that has been clinging to him for the past few days has already faded so much. He's looking at Dabi like the only thing that he's thinking about is how to be a good dom and that's all Dabi wants for them both right now.
"Just want you, sir." He knows how that will sound to Tomura, to everyone else who overhears him as he doesn't bother to check if any of Shig's conversational companions have stuck around. He's nothing but a horny, desperate sub who wants his dom's attention. They don't need to know that he's absolutely desperate to just take away those shadows in Tomura's mind; the only way that he's found has been able to cut through them entirely.
Tomura's lips quirk up into a smile for the first time in days and he pulls Dabi impossibly closer, making him tilt his head up so that his mouth can find his neck instead. "Yeah, baby? You're always so eager for anything I give you, but it always comes down to what you've earned , not what you want, precious." He murmurs against his skin before teeth nip along the column of his throat. "You have been good at work," he says lightly and Dabi moans as his other hand slips from his hip down to his ass, squeezing tightly and letting Dabi grind into his lap, giving them both pressure against their cocks. "And you were so patient while I was busy with mine." He murmurs. "Were you a good boy before you came to find me?"
"Uh-huh," he nods, his words barely able to leave his tongue before he's grinding against Shig a second time. He just wants to feel good. He wants Shig to feel good too. "Watched the red rooms. Wanna have you in one of them." Dabi admits, his words tasting a bit like smoke as his arousal and embarrassment starts to work his quirk hotter beneath his skin. He wants to be one of the countless other memories that Shigaraki has in those rooms so that he doesn't have to remember what Shima tried to do to him there. He presses his weight into Tomura's crotch, letting him really feel the grind of his ass, "Want you inside so I can show everyone how well you've trained me. Show everyone that I can be," his face heats, his cock hardening at the thought, "a good boy for my master."
Dabi isn't expecting Shig to tighten his hold around the back of his neck, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as he tugs so that he can look him in the eyes, Tomura's filled with the same heat that always builds now that he's given himself permission to touch Dabi as much as he wants to instead of always keeping their dynamic at arm's length. For a second, with that look so intense on him, Dabi thinks that he might break his rule and actually pull him into a kiss, but instead Shig just tugs his hair roughly enough to have his scalp twinging and his head bent back at a sharp enough angle that it has him whining as pain mingles with the arousal sitting on his nerves, turning even sweeter when his other hand moves between their bodies do that Tomura can cup his half-hard cock through his pants.
"I'm so impressed, baby boy," he says sweetly despite the vicious pressure that he has against his hair. "You've gotten so good at telling your master what you want. But what did I just say about earning treats, precious?"
"Please, sir, please," he whines weakly, "I'll earn it."
"Yes, you will, firefly." And then the hands leave his body and Dabi is being coaxed out of his lap. Dabi is a little hazy about what exactly is happening, but then Tomura starts to stand as well. He catches Dabi by the hand and pulls him away from the table and Dabi follows him, lacing their fingers together eagerly since he doesn't have his leash. He doesn't care if they're going to get a cab, going to get a red room, whatever. He just wants Tomura's hands back on him. He just wants to make him feel good after he made him dredge up the past after Aki was so unpleasant.
He's not expecting Tomura to lead him deeper into the Play Area, to the hall of private rooms that they've never been in before. There's a worker standing at the end and when he sees Shig making a b-line for him, he automatically says,
"Three."
And Tomura takes him down the hall to the right number door, pushing Dabi inside and kicking the door shut behind them before he can even start to get his bearings or point out that the whole point of this is that Shig is supposed to be fucking him in plain view of the rest of the club to maintain their cover. He doesn't care about that at all in a split second because he has Tomura's hands on his hips and his cool breath against the shell of his ear as he starts to speak. "You're going to be a good boy for me and show me how much you want my cock, baby." And Dabi is already whining before he's finished with the words, desperate to do exactly that. "You look cute in those clothes, but I think that you'll look better with nothing but my collar around your throat." He lets go of Dabi giving him a little push towards the center of the room as he reaches for the buttons on his shirt with one hand and locks the bedroom door behind him with the other.
Dabi feels like he might overheat as he tries to figure out how to get each layer of his outfit off of his body without looking cartoonish as he does so. "Yes, sir." The room that they're in is not unlike that of a fairly standard, although high-end love hotel. The large bed and the colored, low lighting is not anything he wouldn't have expected, and the bowl with condoms and lube packets on the nightstand is expected as well. The corded magic wand in a sanitized bag and the velcro cuffs that are attached to the bed are also fairly par for the course, but all that matters to him is proving to Sir how well-behaved he's going to be if that means that he'll finally, finally be able to have him inside of his body. He wants to finally feel how his thick cock will spread his muscles when it sinks inside. He wants his fingers stroking his prostate again to open him up for that. He wants... Tomura to pull him tight to his body as they cum.
Dabi's shirt hits the floor along with the looser necklace, the rings getting dropped onto the nightstand as Tomura deliberately unbuttons his own shirt and steps out of his shoes. Each of his movements are measured and self-assured, like he isn't in nearly as much of a rush as Dabi is, and that somehow only makes Dabi feel even more desperate. He wants Tomura gasping and shuddering as he cums the way that he did when he had their cocks in his hand. He takes off the mesh shirt and that disappears into the small room as he throws it off his body. He has to sit on the edge of the bed if he doesn't want to be hopping around on one foot as he takes off his boots. But once he sits, he's not expecting Tomura to go to one knee in front of him like he's a knight of old as he catches Dabi's ankle and reaches for the zipper on the leather himself, his eyes on Dabi's as he does.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, precious?"
If Dabi weren't trying to prove that he's good he might have snapped at Shig and told him that he's been ready for this for weeks. It's Tomura who was insisting on something slower. Shig has already done things to him that no other partner ever has, has made sex something new, and different, and wonderful in a way that it wasn't before and he wants to get to this part too. "Yes, sir," he says instead of anything that might get him in trouble, if not for back talking than by being far more open and honest than he wants to be right now. "Please let me be good." He breathes, not expecting the way that it heats his skin when Tomura takes off his boots for him, setting them aside so that he can run his hand up the back of Dabi's calf, his eyes dragging over his body so slowly, so deliberately that he is even more aware of how his cock is already straining his pants.
"Okay, baby," Tomura's voice is so soft when he speaks and Dabi is left breathless with how much he wants to finish stripping his clothes so he can start. "You're not going to get to cum until I'm inside of you, do you think you can manage that on your own, or do you need help?"
Dabi's face burns, but after all of the ways that Sir has worked him over the edge before, he doesn't know if he can. Being patient with the plug inside him nearly fried his brain completely, if he has to wait for him to open him up, knowing that this time he is actually going to get his cock, might actually kill him. "...Will you help me be good, sir?" He asks, his face still warm.
"Of course I will, firefly." He smiles at him as he moves from between his legs, standing back up. "You're already being such a good boy. Finish taking off your clothes, precious."
He moves around the side of the bed as Dabi stands from it, unthreading his belt loudly as he does before he's pulling the skinny jeans off as fast as he can, taking the fishnets and his boxer briefs with them when all of the fabric just sticks together from the friction. He's not complaining, it makes getting the last of it off much faster. When he turns back around, the weight of his collar and nothing else on him, he sees that Tomura has deigned to keep his underwear on for the moment and he's waiting for him.
"On the bed, baby boy." He instructs evenly.
Dabi doesn't say anything, all but scrambling to get onto the sheets that smell like they were washed with an industrial sanitizer that burns his nose as he feels how well-used and worn out this mattress is beneath him. He doesn't care about that at all though, not when he wants Tomura so badly that he would have happily done this on the chaises in the lounge instead if he meant that he could get it faster.
Tomura smiles at him again and he knows that he's being good before he's even said anything. "I want to watch your face the first time I fill up your tight hole, baby boy. Lay on your back and spread your legs for me."
Dabi... hasn't had any sex in missionary position before. None of his previous partners wanted to look at his face while he was fucking them. They always wanted him in doggy, or reverse cowgirl, or bent over a table, anything where they didn't have to look at him to make use of his cock or his hole, and just the thought of being able to have Sir like that feels taboo and exciting even though he knows that it might be the most vanilla thing that Shigaraki has ever suggested to him.
He lays back and immediately, his face heating further as he finds that he's looking up at himself in the mirror hung over the bed. It's far more embarrassing when Tomura reminds him, "Legs wide, precious." as he takes some lube from the bowl and joins him in the bed, his own briefs left behind on the floor. His cock is just as hard as Dabi's, and he can see the ripple of his muscles in his back as he moves between his legs when Dabi spreads them, putting his body on display for the other man. His eyes run over him like he might be able to devour him with a look alone. But instead of touching him immediately, he tears open one of the packets of lube, his gloves the only scrap of clothing left on. "You're already being such a good boy for me," he says easily. "You've been so well-behaved since we started doing this and I'm always so impressed, firefly."
The praise is nearly as good as the kisses that he's not going to get as long as they're in V and Dabi can't help whimpering when it has his pleasure making his cock twitch, a bead of pre slipping over his head. "Thank you, sir." he manages to croak, his body feeling like it might light on fire the moment that Tomura deigns to touch him.
He is choking on smoke when Duster doesn't use lube to slick his fingers or his cock, instead using it around the metal cock ring first. Only then does he reach for his cock, his thumb immediately rubbing up along his ladder and making Dabi moan and arch. He pushes his hips up into the touch, his fingers fisting into the sheets, as he tries to get more of that delicious friction of the leather and skin against his length. But Tomura just clicks his tongue softly before he slips the ring over Dabi's head and down along his length, the metal gliding only with the help of the lube,clicking softly over each piercing, until it is nestled at his base, his cock constricted in it and already feeling that sharper, building pressure that tells him that he isn't going to be able to cum even if he wants to.
Tomura looks at him for a moment, his lips quirking back up into a smile. "There. You look so cute with an accessory like that, baby boy. Makes me want to put you in a cage." He strokes his cock as he speaks and Dabi does his best not to squirm, his breath coming in short and harsh as he tries not to let the pleasure overtake him. "Love your pretty piercings, but I suppose that means I wouldn't be able to put you in something small enough that you would feel it every day as you're moving around in the bar. But it would be so nice to have you kept tight and contained, locked up so that you can't touch yourself. You're already always so needy whenever I bring you here, I can only imagine how you would be an inferno begging me for more whenever you can get it if you can't even play with yourself when I'm too busy to give you my attention." He hums, leaning over Dabi's body and pressing kisses up his stomach as he keeps toying with his cock, teasing him as the weight and tightness of the ring keeps him from being able to find the fullest extent of his pleasure. "But you would be so cute in something little that keeps you from being able to do anything but leak a puddle into your boxers when I'm teasing you in front of everyone. Your pretty hole is already so sensitive. I would love to see how long I could keep a plug rubbing against your prostate before you broke and gushed milk everywhere." Tomura pauses to tease his teeth against Dabi's nipple, his hand moving lower to cup and stroke his heavy balls as he considers the possibility. "They would have to mop up after you and I would have to remember to bring you a change of pants because you would be so spoiled and indecent afterwards that I wouldn't be able to take you out of the building. I might even need to book a proper room in the hotel if you float as high as you did the first time I filled up my needy boy's hole with a toy."
"Sir," he can't help squirming beneath him. His cock is already aching, every word whispered against his skin painting the fantasy in his mind and making him more desperate to have that too. He wants whatever Sir wants for him. He'll be good, be perfect, if it means that he can keep having this kind of pleasure running through his body and the soft touches that come after the intense ones.
"You're being a good boy, firefly, don't ruin it." He mocks lightly, other hand moving to his chest so he can pinch his nipple sharply enough to make that little spark of pain turn the pleasure all the sweeter. “You know the rules."
"Sir decides what I've earned." He says automatically.
"That's right, baby, and you haven't earned having your greedy hole stuffed up yet." Tomura shifts over him, onto his knees as he reaches for another of the packets of lube. Dabi is breathless with anticipation, hoping that he may have earned something else, only for him to shiver, confusion saturating his mind when he tears it open with his teeth and then squirts it all over Dabi's chest.
He smells the chemical sweetness of kiwi, but before he can ask Sir what he wants, Tomura is shifting up his body. He straddles his torso, his hands moving to Dabi's chest as he makes sure that he's slick with the lube before he guide's Dabi's hands from the sheets, making him cup them on either side of his pecs and squeeze them together tightly. Then he says, his eyes on his and his voice low and commanding,
"Open your mouth, baby."
Dabi's brain might short-circuit entirely when he realizes how his master has decided to use him this time and he is very glad to have the metal ring strangling his prick because he thinks that just the suggestion might have sent him over the edge otherwise. He opens his mouth, making sure that his tongue is out and covering his lower teeth, looking up at Tomura and catching a glance at himself in the mirror above the bed. He looks ruined already, thin wisps of smoke trickling out of his seams as Tomura perches over him.
"Good boy." He is ruined when Tomura strokes a hand through his hair before he guides his thick cock between the press of his chest, the length and slide of it easily able to push through the divet between them, and bump against his tongue. The whimper that Dabi lets out as he resists the urge to squeeze his legs together like that will put him any more in control of the arousal that is tearing through his body like he might deserve to shatter apart from it even though his dom hasn't given him permission for that yet. Tomura hums in the back of his throat as he moves, his cock grinding between his chest, drawing out until the muscle covers his head, and then pushing back through the lube, making it leak out and smearing that artificial flavor and the flavor of his skin into Dabi's mouth as he moves further this time, fully getting his head into his mouth. Dabi immediately licks at him, and Tomura's hand goes from stroking his hair, to knotted in place, clicking his tongue. "Rules, baby. You're going to show me what a good toy you are before I show you how good it feels to have your hole split open around my cock."
Dabi is certain he's going to be covered in drool, lube, and pre long before he gets Sir's cum-- either in his hole or mouth, and he does his best to just settle into the bed, leaving his mouth open and his chest tight for Sir to use.
"That's much better, baby boy." Tomura says easily, giving him another thrust that drags the hot, hard length of him across his skin and into his mouth. He has let his body be manipulated by the other man so many times, but having him using his mouth, his chest, as nothing but a toy for his own pleasure as the ring chokes Dabi's arousal, makes his head feel hot and floaty again. Tomura fucks his chest languidly, like he doesn't care how long it takes, like he wants to drag this out as he makes sure the pace is always enough that Dabi can't swallow so that he's drooling all down his chin again, as he finds his own pleasure in the glide of their skin. He doesn't ignore him as he uses his body. He watches him, talks to him as he moves, like he wants to be right here with him and this isn't just a way of getting the information that they need.
"Mm, you have such pretty tits, firefly." He purrs, "But you already know that. That's why you always walk around with them half hanging out of your shirt and why you decided to decorate them, isn't it?" Thankfully he has better uses for Dabi's tongue than actually making him speak, and he goes on without demanding an answer. "And they're so soft and warm , baby. You're always so warm. You feel so good warming up my skin, precious. It makes me just want to keep you tied up to my bed all the time, so I can use you as a little space heater whenever I feel like it. You liked warming my cock so much the other night. I bet that if I kept you locked up for long enough, you would learn to be the perfect slave, always ready to hold my cock in your throat, or your hole, or between your soft thighs, or pretty tits until I'm satisfied. Especially if it meant that you could earn getting to come out of your cage for just long enough for me to tease your underused cock until you were making those cute little noises as I finally let you cum again."
Dabi isn't certain that the ring is going to keep his orgasm at bay and is going to keep doing its job as he imagines that too. Having Tomura able to use him at the bar the same way that he uses him at the club, having his cock locked into one of the cages he's never understood the appeal of so that the only times he gets to orgasm are when they feel as good as Tomura always makes them. It's a heady thought that makes his prick ache and leak more, Dabi involuntarily thrusting his hips up into nothing, desperate to have something there to help him find the edge of his orgasm that he wants so, so badly. But Tomura doesn't give it to him, he just chuckles, continuing to move between his pecs as he rubs his head against his tongue, soaking up the pleasure he can drag out of Dabi's body for himself.
"After how nervous you were about giving up your orgasms at first, I think you would like it." He says so assuredly. "You would love having a reminder hidden beneath your clothes all day, every day, that screamed how I was saving you for later. Mm, I could get you a belt too, one with a plug at the back and you could wear that all day for me too, locked in place so that your hole would always be stretched and wet for me whenever I feel like using you."
The garbled moan that Dabi lets out is humiliating in how clearly it tells the other man that he wants that. That if this were real , he would do that in a heartbeat to make certain that he's being good for Sir all of the time.
Tomura just smiles again, so sweetly before he reaches back with one hand, keeping his balance by holding the headboard with the other, as he keeps moving his hips, as his slick hand goes back to Dabi's cock, giving it one, long, tight stroke that has him nearly sobbing as it makes his prick pulse with the need to cum that the metal holds at bay. "My pretty little toy. You're going to be such a good boy when you're all finished being trained." Like this is real. Like he's going to get to have that potential future and this isn't all slowly slipping through his fingers. Dabi pushes away the inevitable end because everything good in his life always comes to an end and he doesn't want it infecting this. Not now, not when this is the first time he's going to get to really be fucked by the other man. Tomura lets go of his cock and reaches further back, his fingers rubbing around Dabi's hole, smearing lube around him.
Dabi moans again, arching his hips off of the bed so he can push into the prodding touch and get more. It's a miracle that Tomura thinks that he's earned that, but he does give him his first finger, then his second, swiftly enough that Dabi doesn't think that he's going to lose his sanity entirely as he's pinned beneath the other's weight.
But he is smoking, skin wet with lube and spit, his head empty of anything but the sensation of Tomura moving against his body, his fingers probing inside of him as he makes sure that his hole is stretched enough to take his thick cock, that is all he can taste on his tongue now, when the other decides that he's earned more.
"You're doing so well, baby boy," Sir praises him, pulling out of his mouth and letting him take his trembling hands off of his chest. "Are you ready for more, precious?"
Dabi swallows thickly, his jaw aching slightly from keeping it open for so long, "Please, sir, green." He manages to slur when he has enough wits about him to speak.
Tomura shifts over him, moving back between his legs, hooking one hand around the back of his thigh so that he can lift his leg up and open, putting him at the angle he wants him. His other hand lines up his cock with him, letting Dabi shiver as he feels that blunt head against his rim. But the thing that nearly shatters him into pieces is when Sir leans down and presses a soft kiss against his forehead.
"My good boy," he starts to press in and he is thicker than his fingers, than the plug, and every inch as he pushes inside has him stretching around him. He fills him up like no partner has ever managed to before, and Dabi's fingers are biting into his back as he tries to find something to hold onto as every nerve is stretched and lit ablaze by how good it feels to be forced open around him. He didn't know that being on the receiving end of penetration could feel so good, the times before only leaving him hungry for more, for the bliss that he always wanted out of sex but that always slipped through his fingers. Tomura gives him that bliss so easily, sinking in deep and then enjoying the way that Dabi can feel his insides trembling around him, fluttering little twitches of his muscles that he knows the other will be able to feel just as much. Tomura presses kisses along the seam in his cheek, catching Dabi's chin when he instinctively turns to try and connect their lips, "Yellow, firefly."
And that reminds him exactly where they are and he weakly shakes his head, "'m sorry--"
Sir presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, "It's okay, baby. Just keep being good for me and we won't have to stop."
Dabi whimpers, the thought of stopping a torture unlike anything he's ever contemplated as he digs his fingers into the other's skin, trying to get him to move. "I'll be good," he promises breathlessly.
"Yes you will." It's a soft, lovely assurance as he draws his hips back, only lingering for a split second before he slams back inside of Dabi's body and makes his back arch off of the bed as his moans join the cacophony of them that must be ringing through this building.Once he gives him that first, perfect thrust, Tomura doesn't stop. He sets them to a hard, fast pace, his hips moving like he's done this so many times that he knows exactly how to shatter his subs. And Dabi feels shattered, like every movement might take the staples from his skin because his ecstasy is swelling so sharply in his body.
He doesn't think that it takes long before he's whimpering and sobbing, the sounds slipping out between his hitching breaths and moans. He can't help it. His cock feels like it could burst, the blood pulsing there turning his skin redder than he's ever seen himself before as the shiny ring keeps his orgasm just outside of his grasp.
"What's wrong, precious?" Tomura murmurs, licking some of the bloody tears off of his cheek. "What do you need, baby boy?"
"Please," his voice is a keen. "Please, please, sir, please!" But he can't find better words, the words that he needs. He just rolls his hips as best he can into his thrusts and whimpers when his cock rubs against Tomura's stomach, the added sensation making him leak badly as his balls go so impossibly tight without actually letting him spill.
Tomura, thankfully, doesn't expect him to find any other words, and he keeps fucking him hard as he reaches between their bodies, stroking his cock down to the ring, the sensation making Dabi's toes curl against the sheets and his fingers carve crescents into Tomura's back as he whines. He chuckles against his skin, catching the metal with his fingers and finding the magnetic section, and pulling it free, letting the ring slip from his skin. That alone would have probably sent him over the edge, but Sir also takes the opportunity to sink his teeth into the side of his neck, making pain tangle with the overflow of pleasure across his nerves, and that makes his orgasm rip through his body like an inferno. It might have made and inferno if any of the sparks that slip out of his throat as he moans, his cock pulsing and pulsing, not just with his release, but with the agony and ecstasy of the orgasm that he had to wait so long to get, managed to catch on anything.
"You really are the prettiest thing when you cum, firefly." Tomura murmurs, peering at his face as he falls apart, his tongue flicking out to soothe the bruise he bit into his skin just above his collar. He doesn't slow down, doesn't stop , he keeps moving inside of him as Dabi's head starts to float so high. The rest of him feels heavy and turns into pieces of broken glass scraping against each other as the continued movements as he tries to find his own completion. Even though he whimpers, when Tomura's movements hesitate like he might stop , Dabi holds him tighter, pressing his face into his chest as he barely manages to breathe,
"Green, sir." Because he wants him to feel good too. He wants to give Sir that, wants to give him whatever he needs to prove that he's a good boy. Wants to take away the thing that made him scratch cuts into his neck again while he was gone today. He can't fully wrap his mind around how desperate that he still feels even after getting his own orgasm, but he wants Tomura to have his almost as badly. He holds onto him more tightly and he hears the breath that shudders in his chest as his hands tighten against his body, pulling Dabi up into the angle that he wants so that he can give him a few more hard thrusts before he stills with a gasp. Dabi feels the twitch of his cock against his walls a split second before he's spilling his cum inside of him. It feels cool against his insides, the heat beneath his skin has gotten so warm, and he's soaked by the time he thinks that Tomura is finished.
And then he slumps heavy and sleepy against the bed. Tomura pets his hand through his hair again, his lips pressing to his forehead for a second time before he pulls out of his body.
Dabi isn't entirely sure what happened next. His head is gone. He just remembers doing what Tomura asked. He made him stay still as he cleaned up his skin with a wet wipe, and then he tried to help as much as he could when Sir wanted him to get dressed again. He didn't make him put on the tights and mesh shirt, pocketing his jewelry as well, before they were ready to leave the room.
They must take a cab, because Dabi remembers getting to press against Tomura's chest in the back seat. He remembers leather clad fingers catching his chin and pulling him into a kiss which was his only clue that they had actually left the club as well. He'd opened his mouth hungrily, trying to get as many of Tomura's kisses as he could get, only to end up whimpering when his cock started to harden again, aching from how long it took to be allowed to cum before.
It was quiet and he'd gotten to lay down again after Tomura had stripped him out of his clothes for a second time, and he had gathered Dabi tight to his side, still peppering his skin with kisses.
"My greedy boy," he'd said so teasingly, and then his hand was on his cock, "You can cum one more time, but then you need to rest, precious."
He'd taken the permission and started to rock his hips into Tomura's touch, chasing that good feeling as Tomura kissed him again and again, and when he had managed to find a second orgasm, it had been with a soft gasp as the pleasure rolled through him again and his hazy, floaty head went so sleepy instead.
Tomura hadn't seemed to mind, licking some of his cum from his palm before he wiped Dabi's skin clean again and pulled him in closer, one hand petting through his hair as the other one traced the seams and staples along his back. And Dabi hadn't known anything but darkness after that.