In a stupor he sat. The request bounced around inside his head before his mind was able to compute what had been asked of him. And when the revelation hit there was a sudden chill that raked down his spine. Did he mean what he thought he meant?
Dabi slid his arms from his jacket leaning back into the headrest. Tucking his thumb inside the waistline of his pant he reiterated, "unbuckle me," the amusement in his tone now gone.
What? What the fuck did he want him to do? With those blonde brows pulled he stared into those ice-cold blues trying to decipher the seriousness behind the demand.
Dabi's expression was solid. There was no mistake. Though he himself was composed and his tone at a stable pitch the threat was real. The bloodlust in those blues overshadowed his façade for diplomacy. Those eyes were the eyes of a psychopath who was looking for any excuse to kill.
Of course Bakugou wanted to kill him with his own two hands but he assessed the situation and tried to hold his tongue. Katsuki, control, assess, act accordingly. The tune he chanted would be his saving grace and what would allow him to survive the night.
Reluctantly the blonde scooted closer, now in between his thighs. He sat there for a moment mauling over the request and thought he'd muster the courage to contest, but he then developed this dryness in his mouth. With a hard swallow he forced the lump that had been forming in his throat down, now making articulation impossible. The nausea swished around in his gut making him feel sick all over again. The kid looked up once more pleading with his eyes, but those cold blues did not waver. The man unamused shifted his hips forward as he awaited service.
Bakugou straightened onto his knees and reached for the belt buckle. It took all the mental strength he had to remain upright after he had unfastened the prong from the pinhole. That unbreakable countenance was now lined with tears. It felt like at any moment he could combust and all those pent up emotions would just flood out and drown him. With trembling hands he worked on the button next and slid the teeth of the zipper down until the boxers were exposed. Immediately after he began to experience this tightness in his face that colored his cheeks red. The thought of moving forward terrified him and he desperately looked to the door out of his peripherals. It was just the two of them amid the silence and he realized that no one would come to his rescue this time around.
The fluttering in his stomach erupted as the man freed his erection. Those wide-eyed reds trailed the length, noting how it pulsed underneath the glans. Aside from those x-rated sites Bakugou had never seen one other than his own, but this was so close and in the flesh. The appendage was thick and larger in comparison too his own and it made him flustered at the thought that it was once inside of him. It brought back those memories of that night and made him hot with embarrassment.
Bakugou idled over the pulsing organ observing the clear fluid beading at the top. The kid was not sure what to do or how to start? Dabi impatient as he was reached down and cupped the back of his neck guiding him forward. Bakugou grabbed at his thighs to halt the contact but his lips had already met with the tip of the head. On impulse he clenched his teeth, the penis rubbing against his mouth, smearing the opaque fluid all over. The teen could sense the irritation behind the hold and after a quick swallow of pride he shut his eyes tight before he unclenched so that the foreign appendage could slide over his tongue.
Dabi marveled as those pouting pink lips passed over his glans, the salvia hot and wet against his erection. The pungent taste of salt had Bakugou wrinkling his nose, however the revolting flavor became secondary to the thought of asphyxiation. The appendage was so large it filled his mouth entirely and forced his cheeks back rendering him incapable of breathing. The tears ran hot down his face and he sniffed to catch a breath when a rough bout of vomiting noise resounded from his chest.
The theatrics sparked an electric tremor that rode along Dabi's spine and under the seduction of the molten salvia he swelled inside Bakugou's throat. The enormous member pulsed against his tongue and his eyes went wide in horror, but this time sensing his freight, Dabi instead tenderly rubbed against the back of his neck trailing his hands into the blonde tresses. After allowing the kid a moment of composure, he again yanked at his hair easing him down his shaft, so that his cheeks hollowed as he tugged. "Fu-ah-k," he grunted to the pressure generated from the suction. "Shhh—it, not so much teeth," he breathed.
The comment grounded Bakugou who had now just registered the dick in his mouth. There was this heaviness in his chest and he wanted to wail because never in his life had he felt such humiliation, such shame. How could he allow such a depraved man to defile him like this? The thought of chomping down had crossed his mind, but he thought about the repercussions. For the man it would mean another stapled on body piece, but for him it would end with him six feet under. The fear of death outweighed his sense of pride. So instead he did the safest thing he could, squeezing at the man's thighs digging his nails into the flesh as he sobbed.
Dabi took the base of his dick into his hand, steadying his meat so that the kid would get a mouthful. Wincingly Bakugou pulled back, however the man didn't let up, forcing his dick into the backside of his mouth. The member so far it stroked the soft palette at the back of the throat. Neglecting all sense of restraint he thrusted harder, entering into the esophagus groaning as it vibrated around his meat. The tight fit had him wondering back to the time when he was inside the kid. The thought had him yanking harder imagining the kid arched over, now fucking his mouth faster to the image.
Bakugou registered the neediness in the movements and mustered the courage to look into the eyes of the devil. The man had his brows furrowed, his face skewed, but not in the usual malicious manner, but more of in an intoxicated state. Those blues had softened and his breath was now visible whenever he let out a moan. It made Bakugou anxious to see him so absorbed in his performance and caused the tempo of his heart to spike. The adrenaline had kicked in and soon his pulse began to race too as he dove into the craze. The madness made him more cooperative sucking on his own volition, rolling his tongue over and down along the underside of Dabi's length.
"Mmph," the man was sliding further into the chair trying to contain his composure.
Bakugou raised himself further onto his knees slurping the man as if he were a delicacy. Bobbing his head in sync with the forceful thrusts he began to suck quicker, making sure he maintained eye contact, the embarrassment now moderated. Though it was a demeaning act it was somewhat a pleasure to witness a man of his caliber so overwhelmed from a simple blowjob. In a twisted sense he concluded that in those moments he held the power.
Dabi fought to maintain control desperate to match that piercing gaze. Those red eyes were diabolical, especially when they were glazed over and transfixed on him. Even while being humiliated on his knees the kid remained stubborn and it was that arrogant demeanor that aroused him so much that it could drive him over the edge.
The performance was phenomenal and Dabi was vocal about it, rewarding the teen with chocked off moans. "Umph," he huffed sweat now beading along his forehead. Dabi was so sure that the kid would have crumbled, heck most would in his situation, but he was pleasantly surprised. Yes, the man loved to be in full control when terrorizing his victims but this—this was fun.
The kid had surpassed a state of compliance and had moved on to a state of participation taking the man into his mouth as far as he could, holding back the impulse to gag. Again he was pushing his body to the limits holding the position for longer than he should have, swirling his hot tongue against the engorged member. The moans and muffled grunts fueled his movements and made his skin hot, now overcame by a ravenous fever. Of course this all put him in a mood a sweltering heat beginning in his pants. The lewd act excited him and he couldn't help but moan to the sloshing sounds he was creating against the cock in his mouth. He was hard now. Painfully fucking hard. The swollen appendage was pressing against his zipper and he wanted nothing but to reach down and stroke. The desire kindled like a fire in the night and that burning ache tortured him.
The craving upset him more than the act itself. But at that point there was no helping him, he had already been ensnared. Those muffled moans fueled his lust for this stranger and though he tried to convince himself that he wouldn't touch himself, even when this was over and the image of the man faded from his mind, he wasn't sure he'd be able stick to his guns.
Bakugou became hastier, making quicker but deeper slurps needing it to end. As he began to recoil he meet with a forceful thrust, his nose now against the tuff of hair around the base of the penis. The forcefulness caused him to choke and he wanted to pull back but he was restrained under that hold. Dabi tensed and then throbbed against the stifled cries. Feeling it expand and leak, Bakugou also being a guy obviously understood that this was the threat to a climax. Dabi halted all movements, the heat prickling at his skin. Shit he was close, he could feel it in his toes, the sensitivity, that rush of heat that pulled into his stomach, but he knew he couldn't, not yet. The salvia trailed off his erection as he pulled the kid from his throbbing cock.
Bakugou now free, gasped, filling his lungs with the much needed air. And after a violent bout of coughs he managed to stabilize his breath, his mouth swollen from the abuse. The obscene scene had Dabi desperate to fuck his face until he filled his mouth, but he held back.
"Young ones are quite malleable." Dabi breathed his heart still hammering against his chest. He hooked the toe of his boot into the outsole of his other shoe sliding them off.
Bakugou furrowed his brows a bit more grounded than before. He sat there his hands on his throat as salvia and precum dribbled down his chin. Even though he was a little more level headed he was still so hard.
"Why so upset?" Dabi teased leaning forward. Bakugou turned his head to conceal how aroused he was. The voice alone made Bakugou throb against his clothes. The man reached over and turned his face but the kid kept his eyes focused on the bed beside them. Dabi voice fell into a whisper, "your body seems to be reacting quite nicely."
Bakugou didn't realize how close their faces were until he shifted his gaze, their eyes locking onto one another. The intermingling of their breaths had him nervous, but as he tried to turn away, Dabi leant in interlocking their mouths. The hair-raising kiss generated that thrumming in his chest followed by the fluttering eruption in his stomach. The lust was unbearable and Dabi wouldn't let him slip away from his clutches yanking him onto his knees. Off balance Bakugou frantically grabbed onto the arm that was secured under his chin in order to support his weight.
Dabi was back in control aggressively stuffing his tongue down the kid's throat so that it would force his mouth wide open. Ravenously with his tongue he traced the backside of each tooth tasting the remnants of blood from their earlier fight. One second his tongue would be soft and coating the entirety of his mouth, while the next it'd flex into a probe-like stiffness forcing it's way into the backside of his throat.
Being mouth to mouth was heart racing and frightening at the same time, but the intimate and almost gentleness of the act allowed Bakugou to fall into the kiss. Against his better judgment he let his lids fall shut becoming a participant rolling his tongue in sync with the man's. There was an immediate aroma, similar to that of a match that had just been struck. It was weird but a distinctive scent, one that he sort of remembered under the haze of their last encounter.
Dabi had set a pace that Bakugou couldn't match his mouth being devoured as their breath and saliva turned into a tacky mess. The muscles in his jaws began to ache reminding him of the injuries he had sustained earlier. Till now he had been numb to the pain and remained anesthetized from the earlier violent intrusion of his mouth, that he had soon forgotten he was injured, but now with the gentleness and almost sweetness of a kiss he could feel every touch, so much more intensely.
Dabi felt flustered, and alarmed to learn that a kiss alone could incite such a reaction? It was too easy to get swept up into the blonde hurricane. And though he was being driven to the brink of insanity he could not miss the opportunity to entertain himself with such fruitful food. Though difficult to detach Dabi went in for a final kiss, licking the roof of his mouth to savor that caramelized flavor when the two parted.
Faint and out of breath Bakugou bounced back onto his ass, the heat rising into his cheeks. Once his thoughts had settled and he became somewhat coherent he realized that had been his first kiss. The blonde snuck a glance, catching a glimpse of those blues before recoiling back into his rigid pose. That man was a man whose stare was so cold and aloof, but somehow still managed to pierce through his barrier, making him curious about someone else other than himself.
While Bakugou remained lost in his embarrassment, Dabi had slid his belt from his pant placing it onto the desk and then began to rummage through the attached pouch. The teen looked over now curious about the bag. After a moment of searching Dabi retrieved a small metallic object and held it above the kid.
The man leaned closer, his breath hot against Bakugou. "See this here?" he whispered, the softness to his voice now diminished. The metal bead glistened under the light. "This device here was formed with the molecules collected from that Awase kid."
The name snapped Bakugou out of his stupor. The kid was now attentive to the words that followed.
"Did you know his quirk is to fuse two things together? It's quite complex. It can even fuse down to an atomic level. Tomura had the idea to make a tracker. But I thought a bit further." Dabi twirled the object between his fingers as he continued. "What if we could augment the quirk so that it would target a person's genetic make up? Questioned if we could bond two sequences together?" A cruel smile played across his lips.
Bakugou froze, there was a heaviness too his chest. What was this man getting at? That night crept back into his mind those word he uttered 'we temporarily share the same DNA structure,' echoed in his mind and made his stomach churn. Again he felt nauseated.
"This jewel right here can target cells and fuse into a selected host. Me and Tomura fought over whose cells would be synthesized into this tiny little thing. I won of course," he chuckled now looking to the kid whose face was skewed. "Even though the plan was great in theory we had no way of pulling it off. However Toga is useful when she needs to be. Hatsume just loves her gadgets. With just a simple question from an eager student, she'd inadvertently built us the most powerful weapon." Dabi fixed on those horrified reds, pleased with the reaction. "Ah, forgot your not one for names. That pink haired lunatic of a student. The one who creates those elaborate supportive gear?"
Dabi pulled his pants further down his leg wrapping his hand around his base to keep his erection upright. The man lined the bead with the entrance at his head and winced as he shoved the metal into his hole. "You should have let us tagged your classmate kid," he grunted pushing further until it disappeared into him. "We would have been done with you. But now that we need a little more time on Yuuei grounds because of your fuck up, I need to do some maintenance."
Bakugou became stiff. What did he mean by maintenance? Dabi recognized that terrorized expression all to well. Knew what it meant when the creases in the kid's forehead soften and his mouth fell agape. It pleased him to know how quickly he could stir fear into his heart. It was something about that crushed countenance that elicited such delight. Made him want to be meaner to the tot.
Dabi snickered as he divulged, "when I fill you up it will travel to deepest part of you and fuse to your insides. I'll remain inside even after you've washed away the visible evidence of me."