CHAPTER FIFTEEN - THE MORNING AFTER

**WARNING - This is rated M - Sexual Activity**

Sunlight poured into the bedroom, bathing the room in a warm yellow glow. Dabi's body responded to the rays of light streaming across his face, and he blinked slowly as he woke up - stretching out his long limbs until they popped in all the right places. Habitually, he tried to roll away from the sun that was shining into his eyes but the weight of something pressed hot against his back prevented him from turning over.

Immediately, he smiled. Behind him and tucked close into his body was Shigaraki. His boyfriend was spooning him with one arm draped carelessly over Dabi's waist - warm, soft puffs of air hitting Dabi's neck as Shigaraki breathed evenly in his sleep.

Was Dabi still dreaming? Had Shigaraki stayed with him the whole night?

After a moment of silent contemplation, Dabi carefully shifted, rolling languidly underneath the blanket. He didn't want to disturb Shigaraki while he was sleeping, but Dabi desperately needed to see his face. And boy was he pleased at the sight that greeted him when he settled onto his side, facing his boyfriend.

So hot! Dabi groaned and bit down into his lower lip, muffling the deep sound that was developing within his chest.

Shigaraki's light hair fanned the pillow, thoroughly disheveled, and his cheeks were flushed a charming rosy pink. Dabi's eyes panned downwards, revelling in the curve of Shigaraki's bare shoulder, it was just barely visible peeking out from beneath the covers.

He gave in to the urge to touch his boyfriend, brushing his fingertips across the side of Shigaraki's face, the pad of his thumb sweeping the slightly parted lips. At the touch, Shigaraki's eyelids fluttered, and he murmured in his sleep from the disturbance - a soft sound of displeasure.

Dabi sucked in a breath, holding it, waiting for Shigaraki to settle comfortably once again. His boyfriend moved a little, rubbing his cheek against the pillow and his fingers twitched against Dabi's side before he calmed again.

"Shigaraki?" Dabi whispered, before leaning forward and touching his lips lightly to his boyfriend's mouth. He moaned and dragged his tongue slowly over the other boy's slack lower lip before reclaiming Shigaraki's mouth.

It was a sweet kiss, one that wasn't intended to wake him up but as if on cue, Shigaraki woke with a gasp. He blinked, red eyes searching and taking in his surroundings while he tried to clear the blurriness of sleep away from his vision - like he was attempting to gain a grasp of what was going on. He did instinctually return Dabi's affections though, pursing his lips and allowing Dabi to slide his tongue inside his mouth.

After a moment of bliss, Dabi reluctantly pulled back, grinning and licking over his lips as he gazed attentively at his boyfriend, his eyes half-lidded and lustful.

"Good morning." He breathed, stealing another quick kiss.

"Morn...ing." Shigaraki mumbled, clearing his throat.

Dabi stroked his boyfriend's warmed cheek, trying to smooth out the sudden tension in his face. In his sleep, Shigaraki had been so relaxed and content, and now that he was awake his eyes were tight at the edges and his scowl lines were back. He still looked ridiculously hot, but less complaisant and a whole lot more self-conscious about waking up half-clothed in Dabi's bed.

"What time is it?" Shigaraki asked, rubbing at one eye with the back of his hand.

"Mm, I don't know." Dabi replied, leaning in for another kiss. Shigaraki denied him the gratification and slowly turned his head away, gaze rolling towards the door of Dabi's room. He swallowed and scrubbed a hand roughly over his face.

"You in a hurry to be somewhere, Mop Head?" Dabi teased and buried his face into the crook of Shigaraki's neck, peppering slow kisses against the skin and pinching it gently between his teeth.

"No." Shigaraki sighed, still half-asleep. He wanted to say something snarky in return but just couldn't find it in him to do so. His neck was definitely a weak spot and Dabi's mouth felt too good to allow him to be petulant in any way. He lifted his hand and pushed his fingers into Dabi's hair, petting them through the thick dark coiffure.

Dabi practically purred in response and scooted closer in.

"Don't leave any marks." Shigaraki cautioned, tilting his chin to accommodate Dabi's head as he continued the solicitous assault on his skin. The last time Dabi had given him a hickey, it had been impossible to cover up.

"Sorry, no can do." Dabi replied, smug, his tongue smoothing over the beginnings of a blemish. He bit down again, sucking harder, and Shigaraki growled in response, knotting his fingers into his boyfriend's hair and tugging at the strands.

"Cut it out." He hissed, but Dabi endured.

"Shigaraki?"

"Mm?"

"I want to spend the rest of the day with you."

"What do you want to do?" Shigaraki asked, feeling the sweep of Dabi's fingers gliding down his arm.

"Anything. Food. A movie." Blindy, Dabi searched for the waistband for Shigaraki's pants, picking at the belt buckle. Shigaraki felt a tug on his waist. In seconds, Dabi had the belt open as well as the top button, and was now working on the zipper. "This..."

"I am… pretty hungry… actually." Shigaraki stuttered as he felt the caress of Dabi's warm fingers slide inside the fly of his jeans.

"You want to eat?" Dabi questioned.

"Yes."

Dabi chuckled. "Hm, okay. What's your favorite food then?" He asked, sucking on the tender skin just below Shigaraki's ear and making it very difficult for the light-haired boy to reply.

"Um."

"You don't know?" Dabi taunted.

Shigaraki's eyes widened when the palm of Dabi's hand brushed his cock. Oh! He clamped his mouth shut to stifle an unexpected whimper of pleasure that had slipped out of his parted lips. No! He did not just do that!

Dabi lifted his head. He was smirking, all too self-satisfied. "I'll let you think about it. I'm going to touch you now and then you can tell me what you want to eat. Deal?"

"Takoyaki." Shigaraki moaned and arched subtly against Dabi's hand, a silent plea of agreement.

"That's what you want?"

"Yes."

"Mmmk." Dabi chuckled again. He leaned in and pressed a heated kiss against Shigaraki's lips, trailing his curled fingers down the length of Shigaraki's erection, thumb exploring.

Shigaraki sucked in a harsh breath. Even without any pressure or friction of any kind, just the caress of Dabi's roughened hand, it was amazing. And when Dabi finally closed his fist, groping him, Shigaraki bit his lower lip.

"You feel so good." Dabi muttered, aroused, his face as flushed as Shigaraki usually was. He kissed Shigaraki's chin and then his mouth, moved his hand, skimming up to the head and rolling his palm before lowering his hand once again.

Shigaraki's moan came louder this time, and he released the grip he had on Dabi's hair, his hand moving to curl around Dabi's throat instead. Dabi, of course, didn't resist. He stared at Shigaraki and his blue eyes seemed to glow even brighter. He couldn't help the strangled groan that resonated from deep within his chest. So fucking hot! There was no hiding the fact that he was completely turned on too - his body fully raised to the occasion, impatient and ready.

Momentarily, he released Shigaraki's cock, and desperately fumbled between their bodies to undo his own pants. Shigaraki grumbled in frustration, and his fingers twitched against Dabi's throat earning him another groan from his boyfriend. He enjoyed hearing the restricted sound more than he thought he would.

"Don't stop!" He begged, biting his lip.

"Don't plan on it." Dabi reassured, panting heavily. He squirmed, freeing himself from the confines of his pants with an urgent greedy moan.

He wasted no time getting back to his boyfriend's pleasure, and Shigaraki called out his name when Dabi took him back into his hand. He rocked forward into the grip and Dabi stroked him up and down, his palm sliding easily and spreading the silky moisture that was spilling from the tip.

"Shigaraki." Dabi breathed as he rubbed his cock against Shigaraki's shaft. He moved slowly, his hips sliding back and forth before his fingers shrouded over both of their arousals to stroke synchronously.

Shigaraki inhaled sharply, like he was enjoying this new sensation and his next moan crashed down into Dabi's mouth. Dabi eagerly swallowed the sound, undulating against the boy's heated body, his fist gaining speed - stroking and squeezing as he worked them both towards a much-needed release.

Shigaraki's fingers eased up on his neck, making a grab for Dabi's hair again, burying his fingers into the loose strands. "Dabi." He breathed and so he glanced up, noting the tense way Shigaraki was arching his neck back, the clenched jaw.

"Close?" Dabi whispered breathless, and Shigaraki tugged on his hair. He managed a shaky nod.

"Mm. Good." Dabi grinned and attacked Shigaraki's exposed throat, sucking and biting at the skin. He was almost there too. He continued to fist the both of them, faster and harder - falling out of rhythm as his own pleasure built. It was a sure sign.

Dabi's clamped hand came down one more time and Shigaraki started to come, choking on Dabi's name, his body shuddering. Dabi followed seconds later, his strong hand moving furiously - up and down…

"Oh God!" He gasped, crying out against Shigaraki's neck before shooting off.

Shigaraki groaned, his eyes fluttering shut, and waited as the hot sticky release hit his abdomen - his boyfriend stroking them slowly through their highs, riding out their orgasms.

Breathing harshly, Dabi reluctantly released Shigaraki and then rolled to his back, sinking down into the mattress with a sigh. The sheets were cooler there, untouched by their body heat. Shigaraki did the same, his back falling listlessly to the bed.

Their skin was mutually hot, sticky and damp from sweat - candidates for a hot shower and a bar of soap, but they seemed too lazy to move, and get out of bed. That could wait.

After a moment, Dabi rolled slowly back to this side and flattened his lips against Shigaraki's bare shoulder. "So, was that okay?"

"Tch." Shigaraki snorted. "Do you think I faked an orgasm?"

Dabi chuckled and it quickly turned into a yawn. That's not really what he meant but the answer was the one he wanted to hear either way. "Mm no."

"It was good. Great." Shigaraki affirmed with a satisfied sigh and he quickly adjusted his pants - wriggling and tucking himself back into place before zipping up and redoing his button and belt buckle.

"It was amazing." Dabi moaned softly and reached out to his boyfriend, combing his fingers gently through Shigaraki's hair, smoothing it out, loosening the knots.

"I'm going to change." He kissed Shigaraki's cheek, and then sat up, stretching his arms up above him. The movement was almost mesmerizing to Shigaraki, the muscles in his back contracting and then relaxing - rippling.

Shigaraki swept his hand over his boyfriend's back, everywhere and anywhere he could reach, smoothing his palm leisurely over the skin to explore each and every wonderful sinew. He wasn't too modest to admit that his boyfriend had a great body - he was… hot.

"Get my shirt." He requested as Dabi looked back at him over his shoulder, grinning.

Dabi moved to the edge of the bed, and then got up to his feet. Not a second later Shigaraki's shirt fell to the bed beside him. Dabi had tossed it over.

"Thanks."

"You want some coffee, or something?" Dabi asked, tugging his pants down. He stooped to remove them, stepping out of them and Shigaraki averted his gaze.

"Takoyaki." Shigaraki replied flatly, and then yawned.

Dabi chuckled. "Sure."

A drawer opened and closed, there was some shuffling of material and then a sliding door opened. When Shigaraki looked back across the room, Dabi was almost fully dressed, his soiled clothes piled on the floor.

"Shigaraki?"

"Mm?"

"Need some help?"

Shigaraki's brow furrowed. Help? For what? It occurred to him after a moment how silly he probably looked laying there with his shirt in his hand.

"Tch. No, I got it." He replied, getting up. He quickly pulled his long-sleeved t-shirt over his head. When his head popped out, Dabi was standing right in front of him. He curled his hand around Shigaraki's wrist and tugged him closer.

"Hey." Dabi was staring at his mouth, caressing the inside of his wrist with the pad of his thumb.

"Hi…" Shigaraki arched a brow.

"I thought you might be more comfortable in this." From behind his back, Dabi produced a navy-blue colored hoodie. It was a school issued gym sweatshirt, with the words UA printed in white on the front. "Sorry, this is the only one I really have."

Shigaraki half-smiled and Dabi instantly pulled the sweater over his head. Shigaraki took over then, pushing his arms out into the sleeves. It was much too big on him of course but luckily, he liked his clothes oversized.

Dabi flicked the hood up and over Shigaraki's head, how he knew he preferred.

"You look like you again, Mop Head."

Shigaraki scowled and tucked his hands into the pouch pocket then leaned into his boyfriend, his forehead bumping Dabi's shoulder. Dabi grinned, winding his arms around Shigaraki and hugging him tight against his solid chest.

"Thanks." Shigaraki mumbled, mouth resting against Dabi's shoulder.

"Let's get you something to eat." Dabi kissed the top of Shigaraki's head and went to step away. Shigaraki objected, trying to hold on to the warmth of his boyfriend's body, but Dabi forced them apart, just releasing one arm so they could start walking.

"Takoyaki." Shigaraki repeated – for the fifth time.

Dabi chuckled. "I know." He then took Shigaraki's hand, threading their fingers together.

Shigaraki had a moment of a panic until he realized just how careful Dabi was being - making an effort to keep their pinky fingers from touching. Shigaraki was used to being conscious about it but was surprised Dabi was being so cautious of it too. He had to, of course, if he wanted to hold Shigaraki's hand, but it was still startling for the lighter haired boy.

Shigaraki had never held someone's hand before…He wasn't sure if he liked it or not – he felt anxious, yet comforted. It was an odd feeling, this new emotion. He glanced at their clasped hands, brow furrowing before he shifted his gaze back up to his boyfriend. Dabi smiled and squeezed Shigaraki's hand knowingly.

Maybe this was something Shigaraki could get used too.