As Dabi drove, Keigo rested his back against the shotgun seat's door and laid his legs straight across so his feet rested in Dabi's lap. Dabi rubbed Keigo's shins up and down comfortingly. His boyfriend had been suspiciously quiet the whole way home, and Dabi had a feeling something was on his mind.

"Baby?"

"Mmm."

"You okay?"

Keigo snuggled his face into the back of his seat with his arms crossed. "Yeah."

"You haven't said a word since we left."

Keigo blushed, averting his gaze, but Dabi saw it in his rearview mirror. "Just wiped. It was a long party and I drank too much."

"Tell me what's wrong," he whispered, moving his hand to massage Keigo's calves.

He cleared his throat. "It's not...I mean...I'm not upset, exactly."

"Okay…" Dabi glanced at him from the side.

"I've just been thinking...um...our lease is up next month."

Dabi blinked. So? I'll just renew it like I always do. Why is he stressed out about it? "Yeah."

Keigo blushed redder. "And well...we're a couple now, right?"

"Yes," Dabi confirmed. "Although I guess we kinda were the whole time, weren't we?"

The ash-blonde smiled fondly. "Yeah, I guess we were."

"Okay. So what is it?"

Keigo sighed. "I thought...since we're a couple, maybe we should have a… a couple-sized apartment."

Dabi's heart skipped a beat. "You wanna move?"

"Maybe," Keigo admitted. "I've put all my stuff in your room and we share a bed now but when I come home it still feels like..."

Dabi thought for a minute, and realized he understood what Keigo was talking about. They had the same furniture in the living room they'd had for six years, which Dabi picked out on his own. The second room felt like an old T-Shirt Keigo stuffed into a box but didn't completely get rid of, even though it was empty and closed off. All of their belongings were smushed together but it didn't feel like it was theirs. More like college dormmates who never graduated.

The living room had been the place Keigo asked for space, so he could pursue another man. The kitchen was the place he'd grabbed a beer while telling Dabi how "great" things were going with his new significant other. There were parts of the apartment he could do without remembering.

Not to mention when they'd moved into that apartment they'd been teenagers. Now they were two adults in their mid-twenties trying to establish something long-term. Moving made sense.

"You're right," Dabi answered. "I think it's a good idea."

Keigo's mood immediately made a one-eighty. "You do?" He asked with sparkly eyes.

"Yeah. Tomorrow we can take a look at some one-bedrooms and decide on one together."

Keigo grinned. "Well, there's this new building they put up with all kinds of floor plans."

"You mean the high-rise? That's megabucks, baby."

Keigo scoffed. "But aren't you like...rich or something?"

Dabi bristled. "Nooo," he scolded. "My father is. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna spend a dime of his money."

"How come? Natsuo spends it all the time," Keigo pointed out.

Dabi shot him a warning glare without turning his head.

"Sorry," Keigo apologized. "Um...I didn't mean - "

" - We don't need a place like that," Dabi snapped.

"But it's got a pool! And it faces east so we can have plants!"

"We don't even have plants," Dabi countered.

"But now we can! The appliances are touch-screen and it's got central air and a jacuzzi bathtub - "

" - I didn't know you had a taste for the finer things in life," Dabi grumbled sarcastically. "Like touch screens and central air."

"I've been saving up - "

" - Enough to cough up two grand each month, not including utilities?"

" - No, but if you tapped into your savings - "

" - I do not want to depend on my father for - "

" - I'll let you handcuff me."

Dabi slammed his foot on the brake, making the Civic's tires screech as he pulled over.

Keigo would've slammed against the dashboard if he hadn't grabbed hold of his seat.

Dabi bit his lip as his face became flushed with desire. "You can't say shit like that when I'm driving."

Keigo swallowed nervously. "I mean it. I'll let you - "

" - I heard you," Dabi growled shuddering. "Fuck." He took a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut. "How often?"

Keigo short-circuited. "Hm?"

"How often," Dabi spoke through his teeth as he clenched the steering wheel, "Would you let me...tie you up?"

"Um...does it always have to be handcuffs or can it be other - "

" - No," Dabi snarled.

Keigo cleared his throat. "Like...what would you use? Rope? Leather? Cable ties - "

" - Jesus christ stop," Dabi moaned, exhaling deeply. "God."

Keigo blushed redder as he realized, underneath his legs, Dabi was hard as a rock. I had no idea his bondage kink was this serious. I thought it was a joke. "I mean...how often do you want?"

"All the time but I'd kill you," Dai admitted shamelessly.

Keigo's eyes widened. Shit. This really turns him on. Never once over the course of their relationship did they ever do bondage play. Dabi made countless jokes about it, but the idea of being tied up always daunted Keigo, so he never pushed it. But if he wants it this badly...

"Can I ask...why you want it so much?"

Dabi shook his head, swallowing. "Fuck, I dunno. Probably cuz I hate my dad and I have control issues and I was abused and some sick part of me wants to impose my will over someone because someone's will was imposed on me and also the idea that you would trust me enough to let me do that to you means the world to me."

That was...a lot. Keigo sat up and looked at his boyfriend. "So...when I off-handedly suggested having a sex dungeon and you jumped right on it...you weren't kidding."

Dabi flushed red. "I'm a sick fuck, okay? I'm sorry."

"No, that's not what I…" Keigo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I never knew you wanted this so much. I wish you'd said something sooner."

Dabi's eyes shot open, wide, and shocked. "Are you telling me you're actually considering this?"

Keigo scoffed. "Well, yeah, of course. If I really wanted something you'd be doing the same thing. I mean...I'm not jazzed about like...being hit or anything like that, but - "

" - That's not the kind of dom I am," Dabi said quickly. "The second I did something to hurt you we would stop."

Keigo's jaw dropped. "I...excuse me...the kind of what?"

Dabi cleared his throat. "I mean...that's what...I'd be called I guess. But it's not like in the movies or whatever. I don't get off from hurting you. The very idea makes me sick." he rubbed his eyes. "Shit. I'm sorry. I must be freaking you out."

"No," Keigo assured. "I don't have much of a frame of reference except for our inventory at work. But I'm not scared. It's still you, right?"

Dabi nodded. "Yeah."

Keigo leaned his head on his shoulder. "You'd have to guide me through it. But I'm willing to try."

The stunned ebony-haired man gaped. "You are?"

He snuggled into him. "Yeah. I think if it's you, I'd be able to - "

" - I'll make a stop at the bank tomorrow morning," Dabi said. "I've got my own reserves I can tap into before I touch my inheritance."

"Wait...are you saying - "

" - Pick the apartment you want," Dabi whispered. "I don't care which one you choose."

Keigo gasped, suddenly having the urge to cry. "Dabs…"

"In return," Dabi said, fumbling for something in his back pocket. "I want to try something."

Keigo's eyes widened. In his boyfriend's hand was a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs.

Son of a bitch...the damn bet.

"This isn't for the photo," Dabi assured as if reading Keigo's mind. "This is for us. We'll do the picture later."

Keigo blushed pink. "What are you gonna do with them?"

Dabi undid his belt. "Make love to you while you wear them. That's it."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Keigo swallowed. "What if I don't want to?"

"Then we won't."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh."

"You sound surprised."

"I dunno, I...I thought - "

" - If you aren't comfortable we're not doing it. It's that simple."

"But...you seemed really into it before."

"Baby, it's not the handcuffs themselves that get me off. It's the idea that you're willing to surrender a bit of control. I don't get anything out of it if you're scared."

Keigo's heart fluttered as he remembered.

I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry.

I don't like seeing you in pain. It bothers me.

Nothing's changed, Keigo thought. He's still Dabs. He doesn't wanna hurt me. "I'm not scared."

Dabi climbed into the back seat, shimmying off the rest of his clothes.

Keigo took off his own shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. "What if I want to stop?"

"We'll stop."

Keigo climbed in after him, laying on his back. "Will you change your mind about getting the apartment?"

"No, baby, we'll still get it," Dabi assured gently. He reached for a lube packet under the seat and ripped it open. "Is it okay for me to start?" he asked softly.

Keigo nodded, already hard. He moaned as Dabi entered him with his fingers, gently and slowly readying him. Once he was more warmed up, Dabi thrust deeper, hitting Keigo's prostate.

"Aaah."

"Does that feel good?"

"Yesss."

Dabi lowered his head to kiss Keigo's mouth, slowly and passionately. Keigo kissed him back, noticing his boyfriend's caution. It was almost as if he was reluctant to start.

"You haven't put them on yet," Keigo whispered, confused.

Dabi laughed weakly. "I guess I'm kind of scared you're not gonna like this."

"I'm okay. Go ahead."

Dabi stared down at Keigo in awe, unbelieving. "You're amazing." He gently took Keigo's wrists in his hands, kissing them as if he were worshipping them. "So amazing," he cooed with half-lidded eyes as he trailed more kisses onto Keigo's palms. Finally, he grabbed the cuffs from on top of the console and opened them up. "Ready?" he asked quietly.

Keigo nodded, completely calm. For the first time, it felt like Dabi was the nervous one.

With barely any pressure he placed the cuffs around Keigo's wrists and clicked them closed. They were really loose. Almost to the point Keigo could slip out of them himself if he tried. "You don't want them tighter?"

Dabi flushed. "Baby steps," he whispered.

Keigo noted his flush with surprise. He's worried he'll scare me.

Then Dabi placed a small key in Keigo's hands and pressed them closed with his own.

"You're giving me the key?" Keigo asked.

"Yes," he answered immediately. "You decide when you want them off."

I thought this was about giving him control. But it feels like I'm the one who has all the control.

Keigo gasped as Dabi's lubed hand started stroking Keigo's erection.

"Aahhh, Dabs - "

" - Are you okay?"

"Y-yes b-but I w-want...Aaah...I want you inside me - "

" - Not yet."

"Why not?"

"This is gonna be quick," Dabi assured with a shudder.

Keigo had to admit, there was something hot about having some of his movement restricted. He was already aroused. "It is?"

"I'm not gonna be able to last very long unless we can go a couple rounds."

Is he seriously that worked up?

"You look so sexy like this," Dabi said, kissing the inside of Keigo's thigh. "You have no idea what this is doing to me."

As he felt Dabi's erection resting against the back of his leg, he blushed. "I think I have some idea."

Dabi's gaze was heady with desire. "I want you so much."

When he sped up and Keigo got close, he let go, making Keigo whine in protest. "Why'd you sto - AAAHH!"

Dabi entered him slowly, groaning gutterally. "Oh my god."

He thrust into Keigo at an unbearably slow pace but already his body started to tighten. Keigo noticed, surprised. He's gonna cum. He's barely been inside me for thirty seconds.

With a hiss Dabi pulled out, clawing into Keigo's knees. "Damn," he growled.

At the sight of Dabi trying to reign in his lust, Keigo was struck with an idea. "Take the key."

He gasped. "Are you sure?"

Keigo nodded. "Take the key so I have my hands free. Then we can finish together."

He glanced down at Keigo's hands and kissed them before taking the key and clenching it between his fingers. The ash-blonde took his erection in both hands and started to move, getting into a rhythm. He moaned as Dabi entered him again.

Once more, Keigo marveled at how turned on his partner was. Dabi cried out, almost as if he were in pain. Each time he thrust forward, he let out a soft groan. Other than the occasional curse word, Dabi was usually on the quieter side during sex. But this time he was more vocal than Keigo.

Dabi moaned louder as his orgasm rushed at him. "Aahh. B-baby - I'm - I - AHH!"

They both yelled as they came together, completely lost in a tidal wave of sensation. Dabi stilled, but Keigo bucked his hips against Dabi's. Why isn't he letting himself cum all the way?

As Keigo moved he realized why. Dabi screamed, clawing into Keigo's skin so much he almost made him bleed. He looked as if he were trying to form words but all that came out were garbled sounds. Sweat ran down Dabi's neck and his entire body shivered as his orgasm rocked him.

Keigo managed to contain his orgasm in his hands, wiping them off on an old T-shirt he'd left on the ground. He looked up afterward to see Dabi resting his forehead on Keigo's knee, still recovering. He was breathing hard, trembling. But then his breathless panting slowly turned into laughter as a wide grin spread on his face. Then he couldn't stop. His body shook with quiet, soft giggles.

It was infectious. Keigo smiled too. "Was that good?"

Dabi laughed harder. "Oh, Baby you have no idea." Still smiling, he planted a kiss on Keigo's lips. Then his forehead. And his hair. His jaw. His cheeks. "I'm on cloud nine right now."

That explained it. He was high on sex. "I liked that," Keigo said.

Dabi's eyes were bright, like a puppy. "Really?"

Keigo shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I wouldn't mind doing that again."

With the look on Dabi's face, anyone would've thought Keigo just gave him the world. "You know what? I think I will spend my dad's money. A shit ton of it on a playroom where I bang my amazing, perfect, loving - "

" - Something tells me your homophobic father wouldn't approve of his endless funds going to a sex dungeon for his gay son," Keigo said, giggling himself.

Dabi threw his head back and snickered, elated. "Oh don't worry. I'll be sure to thank him for it. In fact…" He grabbed his phone and took a picture of Keigo's upper half, still in handcuffs and hair tousled from sex. Then wickedly declared, "I'll send him a goddamn Christmas card."