CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - LUNCH REDEFINED

Dabi slid his hands downwards, grasping Shigaraki's ass and lifting him up off his feet as he kissed him hard, harder than ever before, whispering between each rough press of his lips how much he missed him. Shigaraki groaned, wrapping his arms around Dabi's shoulders and linking his fingers at the back of his neck to hang on. His legs naturally looped around Dabi's waist, locking into place.

It was a seamless transition, as if the two shared the same thought and the same desire to be closer to one another.

Dabi started to walk, carrying Shigaraki towards his bed. His knees hit the edge and he carefully leaned down, depositing Shigaraki onto his back. Their lips and their limbs untangled a moment later and Dabi stared down at his boyfriend, his blue eyes glazed over with lust - the view from where he was standing was absolutely breathtaking.

Shigaraki sprawled out on his bed, flushing a charming rosy pink under Dabi's hungry gaze - that was dream-worthy. His face was slightly turned away, arms laid casually bent beside his head and the tip of one index finger was just barely touched his slack lower lip as his crimson eyes peered restlessly up at him.

"Tomura." Dabi curled his fingers lightly around Shigaraki's throat, his thumb stroking the edge of his jaw, and slowly, yet assertively, he turned his boyfriend's face back to him, so he could look at him candidly.

Shigaraki was just so exquisitely dishevelled. His light-hair fanned out against the bed like a fluffy halo around his head and his school uniform was a wrinkled mess. His tie was also askew, loosened from his neck and emphasizing the blemish Dabi had so roughly marked on his skin as soon as they had found privacy within the safe walls of Dabi's dorm room.

"You're staring," Shigaraki mumbled, trying to turn his face away again but Dabi wouldn't allow it.

"I can't help it." Dabi replied weakly, his gaze drifting down to Shigaraki's hard lower half and then back up again. "You're amazing." He whispered. A small groan followed and then he dropped down to the floor, onto his knees.

He immediately began working on releasing Shigaraki's belt; wasting no time being coy, he quickly pulled the two sides apart.

Shigaraki lifted himself up onto his elbows, looking down his body at his boyfriend with an equal mix of curiosity and excitement lighting up his eyes, his chest rose and fell with fast, anxious breaths.

"Dabi?"

"Mm?" He echoed and then popped open the button on Shigaraki's pants, fixated on the task at hand.

"You don't just want to do some," He paused, and swallowed, his face flooding with more warmth, "Like, hand stuff? Together?"

Dabi flicked his blue gaze upwards. "You're kidding?" He grinned, and swiftly lowered the zipper on Shigaraki's trousers, "I have never wanted to suck a dick so badly."

Shigaraki made a sound of object embarrassment but didn't stop Dabi's progress. He watched with rapt attention as Dabi delicately released his cock from the fly of his pants, careful not to let the zipper scratch him. He was still not fully aroused, but Dabi didn't seem to mind. He attentively stroked the thick shaft, teasing the head with his thumb - seemingly taking pleasure in the gradual transformation and unhurried in his motions.

It was painstakingly enjoyable for Shigaraki, almost unbearable. His toes curled in his sneakers and his fingers dug into the bed sheets as he beared the smooth caressing. Soon enough though he was fully erect and eager for more substantial friction.

"We don't have much time." Shigaraki breathed. Their lunch hour was nearly over.

"I'll make it quick."

Shigaraki whimpered as Dabi's tongue flicked out from between his lips and flattened down against his hard flesh.

Dabi couldn't contain his groan of excitement as he dragged his hot tongue slowly along the underside of Shigaraki's beautiful cock. It really was perfect, like smooth velvet over marble. When he reached the tip, he wrapped his lips around the inflamed head and sucked reverently, his tongue swirling over and around it.

"Holy fu-!' Shigaraki gasped, completely losing his train of thought, and his head fell back against his shoulders, the new sensation causing his whole body to tremble.

Dabi's mouth was so incredibly warm and so deliciously wet. Shigaraki was overwhelmed with bliss, enraptured. He couldn't quite believe that Dabi was sucking his dick and that a blowjob could feel so… so amazing. It was unimaginable, a hundred times better than a hand job - and that was saying a lot considering Dabi was exceptionally gifted at delivering on a damn good one. He was sure this was only the tip of the iceberg too, no pun intended.

His initial surprise was replaced by an intense feeling of pleasure as Dabi's mouth began to consume him, slowly down and then back up again, like he was trying out and adjusting to Shigaraki's size.

"Dabi." Shigaraki stammered and lifted his head back up so he could watch his boyfriend's talented mouth sucking him. The image was so hot!

He chewed on his lower lip and pushed his fingers into Dabi's incredibly soft hair, moaning with pleasure and gently rolling his hips forward into the satisfying suctioned heat.

"I'm getting close." Shigaraki cautioned, breathless and knotting his finger tighter around Dabi's locks. It felt so good, too good. At this rate he wouldn't last long.

"Nnngh." Came a groaning, muffled reply. Shigaraki felt Dabi's hidden tongue stroke him more keenly, adding another sensational layer of pleasure.

A moment later, Shigaraki groaned with grievance as his cock popped free out of Dabi's mouth and he pulled at his boyfriend's hair, so Dabi could feel his disapproval,

"Ouch." Dabi mumbled, licking his lips.

"Don't stop!" Shigaraki whined in response, writhing in agony.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Dabi grinned between short, shallow breaths.

He gripped Shigaraki's hip firmly in his hand, tugging him closer to the edge of the bed and shuffled in closer. He needed more leverage to accommodate Shigaraki's cock properly into his mouth. His boyfriend had an impressive dick - in length and girth - and Dabi wanted to be able to worship every single inch. It would be a challenge, but he was more than willing.

The next sound Shigaraki emitted was ragged and needy, right on the edge of inchorence as Dabi took him back into his mouth. Pre-cum instantly bathed Dabi's tongue in silky droplets of liquid heat and he swallowed greedily, relishing the unique flavour that was all Shigaraki.

"Oh God!"

More hair pulling ensued.

Dabi bobbed his head up and down, each time swallowing more and more of Shigaraki's cock and gaining speed while he devoured him. He thought he was doing pretty well swallowing his boyfriend until Shigaraki's hips canted sharply forward, forcing his dick deeper into Dabi's throat. Dabi gagged but didn't relent and continued to suck passionately.

"So… close.' Shigaraki warned again, almost shrieking and yanking roughly again on Dabi's hair for support.

Dabi endured the abuse, groaning in delight and encouraging his boyfriend to take as much pleasure from him as he wanted. His eyes watered, and he felt like he was choking, but it was spectacular. Shigaraki was moving more boldly now, freely thrusting into his mouth and Dabi couldn't have been more excited. Getting his mouth fucked by Shigaraki was like his wildest fantasy come true. He was so turned on.

"Mmmm." Inside his slacks, Dabi's cock twitched in response, begging for some attention.

He groaned and clenched his eyes shut. He was so horny, and he wanted to come too. He swept a hand downwards and blindly unbuckled his belt - fighting with the button and the zipper of his pants his urgency. His body shuddered hard as he skimmed his palm over his cock, pulling it out from the confines of his pants. He immediately began to stroke himself with steady, even pressure, teasing the head with his thumb on the upstroke and squeezing out a long dribble of silky moisture from the tip. He moaned around Shigaraki's cock and began to fist himself. He wouldn't need much to get off. Up and down, it was hard and fast, the lubrication made his hand slide easily along his length.

"Dabi."

Shigaraki breathed his name again and Dabi's eyes fluttered open. He shifted his gaze up to find Shigaraki panting heavily, right at the edge of his release.

"I'm going to come." He mumbled, holding Dabi's head firmly in place.

Dabi goaned his assent and a second later Shigaraki cried out, his whole-body convulsing as his orgasm wracked him from head-to-toe. He grunted, his teeth biting down into his lower lip as wild moans of unabashed pleasure bellowed from his lips.

Dabi purred, hungrily drinking every sweet spurt of cum Shigaraki had to offer him - milking the shaft with his hand and feeding on his boyfriend like he hadn't eaten anything in days. It was glorious, the best meal of his life.

He came shortly after. Groaning and gripping his cock tighter, he rubbed and stroked his release free from his cock, squirting the creamy strings of cum onto the floor between his knees as he continued to nurse Shigaraki's dick, his tongue attentively tasting and teasing Shigaraki through his euphoria and catching the remnants of his release.

Trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, Shigaraki sank down into the bed like his entire body was deflating with relief, and he relinquished the stronghold he had on Dabi's hair. He tolerated the additional attention to his cock for a minute longer, enjoying the meticulous treatment by his boyfriend before the sensation became too much and he firmly encouraged his dick to free and unsheathed.

"Off." He mumbled, the increasing sensitivity causing his whole body to tense up, it was almost painful. "Stop."

Dabi slowly unshrouded Shigaraki's cock, so torturously slow and deliberate that Shigaraki's thighs threatened to clamp down around his head. Dabi chuckled devilishly and dropped a kiss against the inside of one of Shigaraki's thighs.

"But you taste so… mmm." Dabi said, licking over his lips and then sweeping his tongue over the swollen head.

Somehow, Shigaraki's blush became more pronounced. Dabi on the other hand looked rather satisfied with himself.

"It was good?" Dabi asked, grinning wickedly and nipping at Shigaraki's hip.

Shigaraki tipped his chin slightly away, flustered, yet somehow managed to formulate some words. "Don't fish for compliments." He mumbled, though he did so with a satisfied, relaxed smile. "I don't think I need to feed your already very healthy ego."

"So that good, huh?" Dabi grinned and then crawled up from the floor and his tired knees, peppering Shigaraki's body with kisses as he rose up.

"Mm." Shigaraki replied simply, yawning as Dabi hovered above him. "Did you…" He asked quietly, voice trailing off.

"Mhm. I did." Dabi smiled fondly and then dropped his head down into the crook of Shigaraki's neck, kissing and nipping gently at the skin. He wanted to leave another mark on his boyfriend to commemorate Shigaraki's first official blowjob and could think of no better way. Every time Dabi looked at him or whenever Shigaraki looked in the mirror, the hickey would be a fantastic reminder of this momentous day.

Eventually, Dabi's body gravitated down to the bed and he swept his hand up Shigaraki's back, below his UA jacket, drawing him onto his side so they could face each other as they settled on the bed. It was kind of awkward, with their legs hanging off the side of the bed but neither of them seemed to mind. Their bodies and limbs just seemed to fit so perfectly together. Two adjoining pieces of a puzzle.

Shigaraki breathed a soft sigh as Dabi suckled on his neck and he petted his fingers leisurely through his boyfriend's hair. Usually, he would have discouraged the marking but he felt too blissful to care about the sucking and biting. Dabi could leave a thousand claims against his skin and he couldn't mind one bit.

They laid just like that, interrupted for several minutes, until Dabi was satisfied with the small yet completely visible mark he had created on his boyfriend's pale skin. He grinned, admiring his handiwork and then broke the silence with what he hoped didn't spoil Shigaraki's post-oral peace.

"How we doing on time?" He asked, nuzzling his face into Shigaraki's exposed throat. "I would like to go down on you again."

"Forget it." Shigaraki returned, his face shifting into it's usual brooding scowl. His dick did not want to be touched, not for another 20 minutes at least.

"Shame." Dabi chuckled and lifted his head. He dropped his elbow to the bed and rested his cheek in his palm, watching Shigaraki's eyes droop. He looked sated. And very sleepy. Too bad they still had afternoon classes.

"We should really get back."He mumbled, yawning again. "I don't want you to get in trouble for being late again."

"Mm. And I need to feed you before next period." Dabi said, brushing his hand down Shigaraki's chest and then over his ribs. There was a distinct dip before Dabi reached his flat belly. Shigaraki had lost weight. Dabi could still feel the undulations of his light muscle but he was definitely thinner. It was hard to tell just by looking at him because all the layers of the UA uniform hid it well, but he could feel it very well.

"Baby?"

"Ye-S." Shigaraki yelped in surprise when Dabi gently groped his cock. It wasn't in a sexual way, he was just putting Shigaraki's clothes back in order, tucking his dick back into his pants.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, zipping and buttoning Shigaraki back up. He pressed a kiss against Shigaraki's warm cheek before sorting out his own slacks.

"Starving." Shigaraki said, his tummy grumbling. He reached for his phone to check the time. "Shit. We only have 15 mins before the kitchen closes."

"We can make it."

They both moved a bit more quickly then, sitting up so they could re-buckle their belts - that task required two hands. Dabi smiled affectionately while Shigaraki struggled with his belt and he brushed his hand over the top of his boyfriend's head, trying to tame his untame, fluffy hair.

"You good?"

"Yeah." Shigaraki replied, smiling faintly.

Dabi took his hand and threaded their fingers together. He got up to his feet and pulled his boyfriend up with him, like it was no effort at all - Shigaraki's weight was negligible. Dabi tried to conceal his concern but he was a little worried. He hadn't noticed until then, but Shigaraki looked more exhausted than usual too.

"Let's get you some food."

Shigaraki nodded and Dabi swooped in to kiss him, chiding himself for being so oblivious. He had been so consumed by his desires that he had overlooked the glaring signs that something was off with his boyfriend. But he would do whatever was in his power to fix it. Starting with lunch, Shigaraki needed a good meal. The rest, he could work on.