I'll remain inside even when you've washed away all visible evidence of me.
Bakugou was well aware that the confession meant Dabi was confident he'd never mention their late night escapades to anyone. And to reveal something so vital to the leagues plans meant that he had no intention on ever letting him lead a normal life. The magnitude of his situation weighed heavily on his mind, however he had no time to ponder on the thought, the man rising to his feet.
The pants slid down to his ankles allowing him to step out of them. Those red eyes became fixated on the lower region of the man his groin entirely exposed. Bakugou trailed the porcelain skin digesting the discoloration that started below the knees and tapered down to his ankles and became curious about the scars?
Dabi hooked his arms around the kid lifting him onto his feet and sat him against the raised footboard. To compensate for the height difference he leaned downwards pressing his their mouths together. This kiss unlike the last was heated and rough, their noses smooshed up against each other's. The sudden roughness made the injuries flare up and Bakugou silently suffered, his mouth still swollen from his assault and recent performance.
Though Dabi sensed his distress he wouldn't let up, reeling Bakugou closer so that their bodies were pressed against each other. The man had one arm fastened around his waist and the other in his hair. Bakugou pushed at his chest hoping to create some distance but could not break from the tight embrace.
Bakugou wanted nothing more than to melt into his touch, but tried to remain level headed and remember all the horrendous acts he took part in. Needed to remember all the people he had hurt, and how he had hurt him. Needed to remember that this hunger wasn't fueled by passion but out of convenience. This was maintenance and nothing more.
Though the statement was still fresh in his mind for some reason Bakugou couldn't hold onto the thought. It was becoming increasingly difficult to recall all the terrible acts that had been forced upon him and near impossible to keep the bad encounters at the forefront of his mind. Impossible to concentrate against the heat that steamed from their intermixing breaths.
Advancing towards the more explicit stuff, Dabi began to run his thumb along the grooves between his collar and pecs, tracing his palm down and over the raised muscles. The heat of the touch seared into his flesh and made Bakugou so fucking unbearably hot. The blonde let his head fall back, a muffled groan escaping as Dabi rubbed against his crotch. Fuck he was so damn hard that his penis irrepressibly twitched against the confinement of his clothes.
Advancing Dabi reached for the button attempting to unsheathe his person but Bakugou seized the outstretched hand, afraid of what was to come next. The kid didn't want to be his assignment and now felt a sense of reproach for his earlier interference.
Again Bakugou tried to hold onto the usual appearance of the man. That skewed countenance and those vexed eyes. Tried to remember how his brows furrowed or how the corners of his mouth swooped into a malicious grimace. Needed to remember that those expressions and acts were duty based and not because he stirred something in him. There was something the League needed and that made him convenient.
Tormented Bakugou raised his lids far enough to make out those blues. The kid was desperate to see what sort of expression this man would wear as he devoured him. Though Dabi had his brows furrowed and his lids shut tight, his movements were instinctive, steaming from something more primitive and biological. Bakugou could sense this and he to followed along to the beat of his primal desires.
The man yanked at his waistband the material catching fire. The blue flames traveled down his thighs and incinerated the inseams of his pants. The blaze smoldered even after the flame had reached the end of its life and seared at the exposed flesh. Bakugou drew blood biting down on his bottom lip struggling to hold back an agonized shriek. The inside of his thighs were inflamed and raw but when he went to pull away Dabi brought him closer.
"Relax," he whispered, licking the blood from his lip and trailing his hand along the lesion. The tenderness made the blonde shudder and he let his head fall forward now slumped over his tormentor's chest. The man became his crutch, his knees weak as he whimpered under his caress.
Bakugou who was nestled under his chin balled his hands against the broad chest. When had he become his bitch? Before he could even consider what was asked of him his body was already complying.
The man emitted this molten heat that transferred onto his own skin and had Bakugou melting into his touch. Why? Why did his body betray him like this? How could he be so overcome with passion? It was a raging desire that threatened to consume him entirely. Why, for this man, this stranger, for his touch, why did his body ache for his attention?
Bakugou craned his head back to see those hypnotic blues. There was a dark tinge to the skin that was not obscured with discoloration. Those dark brows were furrowed, but the creases along the bridge of his nose were softened. The kid tried to decipher his demeanor, transfixed on those blues and without thought reached out for his face.
Dabi met his gaze, those red eyes intense with marvel. The stare was blazing with this fierce hunger that he recognized and this made him anxious, forcing him to draw back from the reaching hand, now conscientious about his scars. It hadn't occurred to him that he could become hooked, possessive even, over the child he held in his arms.
This was a cruel game of chest but he lacked the skills of expression. All he wanted was for the kid to heed and obey, if not to anyone else then at least to him. Content he would be if he could continue to keep him in his sights, in his arms like in the here and now, to remain all his. Though it was starting to feel like worse case scenario and he would soon have to relinquish him over to the league.
Dabi now a bit more sober tried to reestablish the objective, before he became swept into the fervor the kid had managed to ignite within him. With those reds still fixed on him he trailed his fingers down the curve of Bakugou's spine finding his way into the backside of his pant. Those large hands were firm on his ass and in a forceful motion he cupped his fingers around those cheeks, squeezing them in between his palms as he rubbed up against him. Sliding his hands further down his thighs he grabbed at the boy's pants causing him to topple onto the mattress.
Bakugou propped up onto his elbows, his brows furrowed with his upper lip pulled at one side. Those bloodshot eyes were ablaze, a fire raging within them. Of course this only excited Dabi more, who loved that scowl. That brazen look was a look that could drive the man to the brink of madness. The man infatuated with how those red fires glared up at him, loving the way in which that mouth scowled in disgust. Fascinated that the kid still managed to see him as someone he could test, without thought to consequence, because he knew in the end he would have the satisfaction of skewing that countenance.
Dabi advanced quicker his movement much more hastier as he tugged at the pants, the shoes becoming snagged as he slid them off. The kid was utterly exposed and now with the nakedness of his body he felt vulnerable and anxious all at once time.
The man slid his shirt up and over his head to even the playing field, observing the reaction it elicited from the child. Bakugou trailed his eyes over the torso, noting how the scars were formed in peculiar places. Both forearms up to his elbows were charred as if it were meant to incinerate the hands that produced those hypnotizing flames. Eccentric were those blues, the burns just underneath those eyes as if the wounds were intentional, perhaps even self inflicted? It seemed that the intention of those burns were meant to draw attention away from those blues and conceal those prominent features, his bottom lip lost in the discoloration.
Dabi began to feel a bit self conscious feeling the weight of the blonde's pensiveness. The man grabbed at the boy's arm flipping him over the footboard, not wanting those eyes to glaze over his deformities any longer. The gawking reminded him of his past and how society could not distinguish him apart from the weight of his name, that was until his scars.
The shift in atmosphere reminded Dabi that punishment was needed. After all, his pet did not know now to behave. Too look at its master with such disdainful eyes. Oh, no he could not tolerate such insolence, as he was not one to trifle with, the kid would take his punishment in full. Dabi had to reaffirm the nature of this act, so in one swift motion he twisted the kid's arm behind his back, whispering in his ear, "raise a hand to me again and there will be no hand," he cooed before cranking the arm out of it's socket.
There was a crackle, followed by a pop. The tendon that connected his arm and shoulder tore and that redhot heat boiled through his arm, his entire shoulder on fire. In agony Bakugou snapped his head, but refused to let his voice be heard. The kid bit into his lower lip, reopening the lesion. The taste of metal was on his mouth and he welcomed it.
Dabi worked his hands down along those pale hips, whispering into his ear as his smile contorted into a grin. "Why don't we pick up where you left off? I can show you how it's done?"
The hot air against his ears made Bakugou shudder. The shift in demeanor had him bewildered, one minute the man was violent and crude but then the next he was tender and attentive.
Shredding his nails back over his spine Dabi found his way back into those blonde tresses arching the kid forward into the mattress. Maneuvering the kid so that his hips were bucked out, he spread his legs wide enough so he could fit in between him. Stepping back he spread apart those soft plump cheeks appreciating the scene before him. The pursed pink hole was small, the entrance nonvisible beyond the barrier of skin.
The hole could have used some lubrication but the man had none, since he hadn't anticipated a second round. As he racked his brain for a solution he caught a glimpse of those devilish reds glaring over his shoulders. Those reds seemed to anticipate each movement and Dabi could sense a hint of inpatients behind the stare. This made the corners of his mouth upturn, as he brought his middle finger to his mouth, trailing his tongue along the digit before swallowing it whole. Bakugou blushed and quickly turn to shut his eyes, his heart hammering inside his chest. The kid imagined what was to come next and the thought made him nervous and hot. Bakugou tried to hold it together reiterating to himself that this was just another obstacle he had to overcome.
Dabi laughed a bit bringing his finger back to the pink hole. The man traced circles around the rim, instantaneously causing the kid to shudder and bundled the sheets between his fists. Of course he couldn't get enough of those sensitive reactions, they were so virginal, that it was almost cruel to poke fun. There was immediate push back, the hole clamping around his finger as he tried to ease the digit in.
Bakugou twitched, a grunt heard through the sheets that were now in between his teeth. Rocking his finger in a back and forth motion Dabi began to massage the canal hoping to relax the sphincter, in a rush to insert the next. Bakugou tensed, it was too much too soon, he hadn't even gotten used to the first and now the man was attempting to force a second.
The man whirled his fingers around pressing on the soft inner wall to relax the muscles inside. With both fingers now inserted Dabi began to expand the hole, scissoring eagerly. Though there were a series of stifled cried resonating from the blonde Dabi would not slow down, too eager to get a taste of euphoria.
The man knew the kid was nowhere near prepared. The hole nowhere near stretched to its full potential, but Dabi couldn't wait, wouldn't wait. To him it didn't matter, it would hurt regardless. No matter how well he primed the kid he would never be able to accommodate his size, but none of that matter because it was going to happen whether he was ready or not.
Bakugou could feel him bulging at his backside as he slid his penis over the spread cheeks, lubricating his meat with the fluids and saliva the two had generated earlier. Pinning him under his weight, Dabi grabbed at his waist lining his dick with the entrance, nudging at the hole. The move was aggressive and with that heated hardness against him Bakugou understood what the man had intended and that's when his heart began to brim with fear.
Bakugou thought he was primed for anything, but this, again, it was too much. The tears started to well along his blonde lashes and he began to struggle underneath the man in attempt to wiggle his way out from under him. The senseless struggle made Dabi's desire to conquer burn even more, looking forward to their future encounters, wondering how many times he would have to force the kid into submission.
The hole puckered for him as he slid in, the muscles inside instantly contracting. Bakugou howled, "guahhhh-huh-ah," the crippling ache rippling through his spine. "Ngh-ah," he grunted his entire body seizing. The place that was forced open by the entrance was ripped apart.
Those reds were bloodshot, contorted in an expression of agony as the thick member pulsed violently inside him. The hole contracted, his inner channel unable to take the constant swelling and expanding. The spasms were meant to discourage the foreign appendage from advancing, however it could not expel the large member.
Dabi grunted and smacked at Bakugou's ass, "calm down," he ordered, cautious not to move before he did. A relaxed state would make him a much more ideal receiver, because at this point the circulation of his dick was being cut off.
Bakugou was panting roughly and his knees were shaking, terrified at the thought that this will continue on for a while. And he wondered what would be first to break, his body or his mind?
After a minute of repose Dabi began to rock his hips, his strokes shallow but still violent not giving the kid time to adjust to his thickness. And once the head was buried inside, he began to knead his thumbs into the small of Bakugou's back. The gesture meant to calm them both.
Dabi knew he had to take it slow. Slow enough so that he could plow into the deepest parts of him to implant the fuser. But even with the halt of movement there was still constant stimulation that passed over his rod, the heat still transferring from the kid. This heat would come in waves and Bakugou would tense, his insides pulsating, torturing Dabi who's face would contort into an expression of torment. That sweltering fire fueled his lustrous hunger and made the man ravenous, desperately wanting to fuck him silly, but knew better than to act on impulse. Well aware that if he moved to soon he'd be done in, the kid's innards so unbearably hot and tight it would be near impossible too restrain himself.
And when the pricking sensation subsided he eased forward, the hole again clamping down on him. "Ahhh, shh—it," he breathed. It felt so fucking amazing to be submerged and locked in a tight pucker that he wanted nothing more than to fuck him.
Recoiling back a bit Dabi stared down at his work, his meat stained red. The sight drove him into a frenzied craze as he slid back inside, thrusting the engorged member past the ring of muscles.
Bakugou cried out, "ahhh—huh—ah," his voice loud and hysterical, the man's girth stretching him even further.
Rhythmically he tried to fill his chest and release in between strokes but his cries stunted his breathing causing him to hyperventilate. It was a shift from his usual narcissistic self and Dabi savored every moment of it. The man like a hound with it's first taste of blood. There was no control, no patience, just unrestrained plundering.
It was as if he were being torn inside out, the pain excruciating. This was incomparable to their last time, where he fought through it with pure rage. This time was different, he was different. The pure disgust he had felt before morphed into something else. That churning in the pit of his gut no longer elicited that sickening feeling but a fluttering sensation instead.
This time he entered he slammed hard and doubled over stunted from the contractions. Dabi had bedded countless women and none were on par with his untouched insides. The kid durable to endure the size of a man and unlike a woman he could be as rough as he wanted. The over worked frame could take the pounding and it would take much more than this to break his will, the man sure he could fight through this with sheer stubbornness alone.
Bakugou had his teeth clenched, but not because of the threat of being overheard, but the threat of a pleasured moan. That heat was allowed to rush around freely crimping his insides, as if seeking to inundate his whole body. The fire was warping him, turning him into a feline in heat, ready to heed any command the man would demand of him. The kid weak too his touch, so pliant underneath him that he was rendered absolutely powerless.
The strokes came faster, the penetration much deeper. The man farther inside the kid then the last time their bodies connected. Dabi experienced every seizure, basking in those cries that begun to skew into choked off moans. The spasms became more violent, the hole clenching much more tightly. The heat started to prick at his skin forming a knot in his stomach, his innards turned and stirred. The man was drilling into the deepest parts of him rubbing hungrily against the exceedingly thin and nervefilled walls.
The sound of flesh against flesh on top of those labored whines made Dabi unbearably hot, each whimper making him hungrier. The ravenousness blazed on, however those whimpers began to fall into murmurs. Concerned that he might have killed the kid, the man sought to inspect the specimen under him. The kid had his face buried in the sheets, that were now soaked with blood and tears. Bakugou knew if he were to continue to scream so loudly eventually someone would come to investigate.
Dabi being the wicked man he was snaked his hand over the blonde's throat, hitching him upright onto his knees. A heated wave raked through him and Bakugou groaned in response, every nerve in his body being lit. And after the seizure had subsided he collapsed against those broad shoulders, the man grinning at his clenched jaw.
Once Bakugou had calmed down a bit he forced his face into a scowl. Those reds diabolical and it could drive the man towards unspeakable nightmares. The expression confirmed what the man suspected, the kid was resisting in anyway possible to hold on to his false sense of control. Why was he so persistently stubborn, even after being this far into sex, the man but four inches from completely filling him?
Determined, Dabi initiated another makeout session, this one more intense then the last. And in contrast to their last tangle the forcefulness was not met with push back. The kid was matching his tempo, eager to satisfy that sensation of a singed tongue with the eagerness to continue to consume. That mask of arrogance melted into something softer, something vulnerable, as the two suffocated amid the heat that induced that unmatched passion.
Bakugou let the air flow back into his lungs ripping from the heated kiss, short of breath. Those blood bitten lips trembled as he tried to regulate his breathing, the man now realizing the primal desire he had for him. The blonde became taut, his stomach cramping as Dabi began to trace over the grooves of his torso. This made Dabi aware of the influence he held over him and for a moment he sat there admiring the angelic form. It was as if the kid was made just for him, just as flawed and just as lost as he had once been.
And within that state of mind Dabi became sensitive to a desire that had been present from the start. Though it took a while for the fire to kindle within, the heat had now begun to twist the kid with a feverish lust. And recognizing this Dabi began to shred his hand along those porcelain legs idling near the groin, and after a teasingly pinch, the man started to push his thumb in between the blistered thigh those swollen veins singing. Bakugou's meat flexed in response, grunting as it bounced off his stomach. And as soon as he did Dabi took the opportunity to place his fingers in his mouth. The sudden intrusion causing him to bite down, drawing blood and although it hurt like hell Dabi kept his finger positioned.
The man bit in between the junction of his shoulder and neck and when Bakugou yelped he let his mouth snap open allowing Dabi to push his fingers further back into his throat. Again he bit down into the shoulder leaving indents from his canines before slurping over the bloody mark with his tongue. There was a choked off moan that resonated from the kid and this let Dabi know he would be much more compliant.
Bakugou was as stubborn as one could be and because of this Dabi realized how much more satisfying it would be to watch him crumble. And with his demise in mind, the man teasingly raked his hands across the ivory skin, raising a trail of goosebumps were his hand had touched. Those frenzied responses were exhilarating and Dabi continued to caress the smooth flesh in a sexed induced state. Desperate to hear more of those pleasured moans he took Bakugou into his hand.
The sudden attention to his lower region made him shudder and seize backwards. Though Bakugou could never admit it he had been waiting all night for the man to answer his whines. And like a well verse practitioner Dabi held it at the base, the erection firm and engorged in his hand, making Bakugou look to him with desperate eyes in a blissful haze. All he cared about at that point was if he was going to fuck him, then he should get on with it. The teen hated the mind games that threatened to reel him further into this man's clutches.
Dabi grinned, "I see a virgin on both fronts." Though however much he teased the kid for being so inexperience, he relished at the fact that he had the honor of being his first for everything, because at this point he wanted to monopolize him. This was a beautiful specimen and he was all his and had been his since that night he had first held him.
Starting off with a jerking motion Dabi began to glide the excess skin upwards, making sure to twirl his wrist so that the precum would moisten the head. "Oh—ha," the blonde breathed, instantaneously swelling, his member so enflamed the slightest touch caused him to vocalize his lust. After realizing what he had done, his cheeks went bright red. It would be damn near impossible for him to hold back, since he hadn't been able to touch himself since the whole kidnapping ordeal. It'd been two weeks and he was sure he was done for.
Dabi allowed him a moment to brace himself for what was to come, baiting him with stimulation. And after a minute of constant pumping he stroked the pulsing erection once more before slamming his pelvis hard against his ass. The motion squeezed him an inch further and the man figured he must have been about five inches past the sphincter. The walls elasticity was much less flexible and rough around the underside of his meat and this indicated he was close to making the kid go into hyper drive.
And like he imagined he pressed against some tissue that was round and firm, triggering a violent tremor from Bakugou who tightened around him. "Guah-huh-ah," he moaned and held onto his stomach. The sound confirming he had located the prostate.
Dabi started again, rocking back and forth with unrelenting thrusts, the pounding recommenced. The adjustment period was over and Bakugou was now being fucked. "Yame—no," the whine was ignored and the man continued to beat into his depths with reckless abandon.
It was almost as if he'd split right down the middle, allowing for the man to sear into his flesh and crush his hand around his heart. The beating organ a mess with a noose around it, his tormentor like a puppeteer pulling at his heart strings. Bakugou was breaking, the worst of it yet to come and he knew there was no saving him.
Bakugou dared to look down and when he did he feasted on the image of those large hands around him. The teen had imagined he was large in comparison to others but with those hands around him he seemed so small. The touch was gentle but firm and he catered to him with pleasure in mind continuing to inflate.
The kid was in a haze, indulging in the bliss of being stroked and penetrated from behind. The man was skilled, keeping a steady rhythm, jabbing at his prostate. Fervently Bakugou poked out his ass, the man taking it as an invitation to grab at the cinched waist and slam into it. There was a jolt of electricity that shot down his leg and pulled into his toes, the blonde drooling over the rock poking through his stomach.
Bakugou surrendered to his desires, surrendered to him, seductively arching his back and bouncing into the thrusts. The man the tinder of his flame and like hellfire the inferno raged on, the kid was on the cusp of insanity, turning him to sin. There was a spike in his pulse and all he could hear is the palpitation of his heart like a bomb eminent for an explosion.
Another jab to the prostate hit a pad of sensitivity and a chill of orgasmic pleasure racked through him. "Ngh," the muscle at his entrance squeezed, the bulbous head catching at his rim. "Ah—fuck," he was close. "Mah—mph," the word more was on his tongue but he didn't dare to voice that out loud. "Ahh—huh—ah."
Dabi kept going the kid more receptive to his touch. Gradually increasing the flick of his wrist he began to feel the thing swell, gorging with blood. This was his cue to start swerving his hips around coercing Bakugou to seek out that friction. And as suspected the kid slammed into his erection and then cranked his ass forward, thrusting into his hand.
"Ahhh—fahh—kah," he screamed pumping harder and faster as his penis became slick with precum. The heat was swelling the fire threatening to consume him. The more the man teased the more he became spellbound.
Tears started to line his lids as he fixated on those blues. There would be no more reservations the kid peaking euphoria. Bakugou impatient as he was started ramming his penis hastier into the man's hold, frenziedly salivating like an animal. And with each rougher thrust Dabi countered with an equally firm stroke, meeting his pace.
Drooling in ecstasy, he pumped and fucked Dabi harder and faster, tearing and ready to burst, "ngh—ah—ah—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The rush of heat swept over him like a wave and he became taut allowing it to flood through him. "Fahhh—kah," it was good. There it was that eruption that started in his toes and sung through his veins as he released. The violent pulsation of his penis started and he began to shoot out his hot seed.
"Ahhhhh—huh—ahhhhh," his stomach was cramping, as the white fluid pumped through his length and spurted out into the man's hand.
Ravenously Bakugou slammed his hips back causing Dabi to groan at the clenched band of skin that held his penis prisoner. "Shh—it kid," he breathed continuing to pump as semen spilled into his hand. The kid oozed endlessly, gushing loads that started to seep onto the mattress. Bakugou shuddered as the last of it dribbled from his opening.
Dabi licked at his cheek, ingesting the saltiness of his tears and caressed his face, his perfect little plaything. Bakugou was panting roughly his heart hammering inside his chest. Exhaustion had him flaccid. The arm around his waist was the only thing keeping him upright. Sensing the stress of baring that weight, Dabi allowed him to fall forward, the kid dissolving into the mattress like mush.
The man looked down at his soiled hand. There was a whole glob of the stuff and contrary to his usual ireful reactions he was not in the slightest bit bothered. In fact the slick made him curious and he brought it to his nose. It was sweet like those caramel kisses and he would have sampled the nectar but he thought of a better use. Walking over to the other end of the bed he plopped into the mattress. The tilt in the bed had no affect on Bakugou, who still had his head buried in the sheet.
After straightening against the headboard he called to the kilt over blonde "come mere." The man tugged at his arm so that the kid was forced to shuffle over to him. And once he had him situated on his lap he uncurled his hand exhibiting the fruits of his labor. "This is all you."
Bakugou blushed at the sight of his mess and he turned his head in embarrassment, but before he could get away the man leant forward planting a kiss on his neck. "Mph," he shuddered.
Dabi hooked his arm around the small waist laying the blonde against his chest, so that he had a better view of his erection. Looking back at the massive member made the kid anxious and he knew he was in for it.
Dabi used the tacky substance as lubricant, slicking the fluid over his length. "My turn," he smirked. Fuck, could a person be any crueler?
Eagerly the man maneuvered those delicate hips, unable to hold out until the kid could find his resolve. With a spread of the cheeks and a forceful thrust he quickly broke through the fold of muscles. "Ahh—huh," in unison they moaned.
The slick made the entry much more smoother and this time he was able to pass over the prostate, poking out through the abdomen. The sight of protrusion was sexy ass fuck and he ran the pads of his fingertips along the bulge, Bakugou's pulse spiking. Though the kid's body was worked to the max the flesh was still soft and supal.
"Are you gonna move?" The man wondered expecting reciprocated services.
Bakugou grumbled under his breath "can't," he pouted.
"Need some help?"
The blonde bashfully nodded, letting his bangs shroud his face.
"I'll need an incentive," Dabi teased brushing a blonde strand from his forehead.
"Please?"
The innocence of it was cute and this made Dabi relent, swearing next time he'd accept nothing less than a kiss. Grabbing at his waist he began to rock in and out with slow and tender strokes. "Does it hurt?"
Really formalities when he was at least seven deep? "I've taken bigger shits," the blonde grumbled hoping to mask the aching in his lower back.
"That so?" That was all he needed to hear to bring out his vindictive side and he slammed hard.
"Ah—fuck," the forcefulness had the kid doubling over.
Bakugou pressed his brows together and tried to find his balance, but the man had already begun to work a tempo. Rough and fast was how he wanted it and with brutal strokes he set the tone they'd be playing going forwards.
The raw member ran over the network of blood vessels and massaged against those nerve filled walls. "Ahh—huh—ha," those exciting sensations lit a fire that swell inside him.
Emotions are never pure and this became clearer as he began to experience the pleasure alongside the rage. Though he was unfamiliar with the act, his body instinctively knew what to do, and before he knew it his hands were around that violet neck. Up and down he bounced as the penis sloshed around inside him, the stimulation encouraging the production of slick and the column of glands started to secrete lubricant.
Those reds were glazed over and he sought out those mesmerizing blues. And once they were locked in a stare he couldn't break away, they're attraction magnetic. The dilation of his pupils and the rose to his cheeks made Dabi aware of his excitement. The sense of conquest wet his appetite and the man went in for a kiss.
The heat of his breath drew the kid in, the man flaying him with a scorching tongue. Akin to wilderbeast the two synchronized, sloshing around their tongues. Their teeth were clashing and their noses smooshed against their faces. It was rough and fervent. The sloppy kisses had the kid ravenous, with an insatiable appetite that could only be fulfilled by this person. The man poisonous, his saliva like a dangerous aphrodisiac activating his dormant lewdness and with each kiss he was falling harder, losing himself, held captive in that embrace.
Dabi seized his bottom lip and sucked it between his teeth, the suction turning into a playful bite. "Mph," he moaned, detaching for a moment of air.
A trail of salvia connected them and upon seeing his fine tuning he flexed, eliciting a moan from the blonde who reacted to the pulsation, "ngh."
"Come on put your back into it."
On command Bakugou rolled his pelvis forwards, the man grinding opposite of his direction. In and out and side to side he swirled, Dabi countering with hard thrusts. The forcefulness of the strokes scraped against his insides, twisting at his innards. Aroused he sloshed back and forth creating a series of wet sounds squelch— schlip—squelch.
The kid was rock hard again, "yah—huh—ah," up and down, around and around he whisked those hips, grinding hard against the throbbing cock.
Dabi was rocking and swerving him around, oblivious to the kindling blue flames. In a manner similar to a piston he thrust, relentless and limitless. Around a bend he came, a tight band of skin obstructing further penetration. The man buried his head into the crook of the kid's neck, wrapping his arms around that delicate torso. Another pump and he was back at the bend coming into contact with the valve where the colon began. Determined he was, and like a hound he nudged, ripping through the folds.
"Ngh—ahhh," with a disembodied voice the blonde screamed, latching onto the man, now buried in those black tresses.
Into the colon he pumped, fucking the blonde harder and faster. Bakugou scratching and biting, leaving tears along his back, the brutality of it had desensitized him to the pain. And again there was that rush of adrenaline and all he could think of was the flood of endorphins he'd soon experience. The sensation came and went in waves of heat and he felt choked of breath in an almost hyperventilate state.
The man had worked him into hyperdrive "ahh—uh—ah—ahhhh," and it took but a minute to reach euphoria, "ugh—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he was gargling on his own drool.
Dabi able to sense the threat of his climax flipped him over so that he was topping. Rougher he slammed in and out ignoring the stifling cries. Their bodies were flushed, the man finally able to bottom out, his hips meeting with the soft flesh of Bakugou's ass. "Fahhh—ck," he was clenching his teeth. It was brutal of him to inch the rest in but he figured why should he care? Another thrust and another, his balls were slapping against that tight little ass and he loved the sound.
Bakugou was coming undone and with each slide inside, Dabi was penetrating deeper and deeper, each stroke better than the last. The heat colored his ears red and his heart was in his throat. The man was reaching into the deepest parts of him and when he felt the pulsation against his walls he went nuts.
"Yah—yah—yameru—ahhhhh," Bakugou was clenching. That familiar song, sung through his veins, that electrifying shiver surging into his spine. "Ahhhh—huh—ahhhh," tighter he locked his arms, wrapping his legs around the man's waist. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," orgasmic pleasure shot through him and he was cumming.
White hot semen spurted out his dick, Bakugou shrieking in ecstasy. And Dabi groaned with him, the hole clamping so greedily around him. The surge of heat that rushed to his groin over took him and the man thrashed harder, the kid scared he would displace all of his organs. Another jab followed by another. Dabi was impaling, sliding in and out, his cock aching for release.
Dabi pumped harder, knocking their hips together. Shit he was cumming. The hot fluid flooded the hole and submerged the throbbing cock in a thick slush. It must have burnt and the man wondered for a second if he should have been considerate. Fuck another wave of heat came and this distracted him from the thought. The semen was like liquid fire burning through the kid, seething at the sores along his walls.
"Ahhhhh—ha," Dabi was biting at his stitches, as he emptied himself into the kid, pumping and filling.
Bakugou was clawing, but still shooting out his hot seed, "ahhhhh," he cried slicking their bodies. There was this immeasurable sensation of being so full and he twisted his fists around those dark tresses, allowing the man to inundate him.
Dabi felt the metal ball rush out him and he went stiff so that the stream of white could travel as far as it could. This was it, this was euphoria. Latching tighter around the small waist he squeezed out the rest entirely submerged.
It was difficult for Dabi to shift onto his elbows, the two tangled in a wet mess. Those reds were glazed over and transfixed on him and in a haze the man leaned in meshing their mouths together. There wasn't much stamina left for him to work with, so the kiss was tenderly affectionate. And when they parted Bakugou licked the roof of his mouth savoring the after taste. The man stared back at him mesmerized. The kid was such a cumbersome brat with no sense of self preservation.
Dabi went in for a final kiss but was deterred when those slender arms reached out for him. Shit he was being ensnared. Those alluring eyes were drawing him in and he feared that he'd plunge into an abysmal sea of red. Disheartened, he slid the arm from his neck. "Ngh," he grunted sliding out the hole.
Bakugou looked at him with perplexed eyes. It took him a second to shake off the stupor and when he did he was back at biting his lip. Those blonde lashes were lined with tears and he told himself he wouldn't cry.
The tears glistened under the dim light and Dabi reached for his face, harshly smearing the tear from his eye. "Don't force my hand. I'll come back at you ten folds," he threatened before walking over to where he left his clothes. It was a threat and whether the man was willing or not he was not one to break his word.
Bakugou stared at the ceiling, holding it all inside. There was a minute of silence and the teen could tell that he was alone in his room again. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt—it hurt—it hurt. There was an aching in his chest and he rolled onto to his side. The jizz oozed out his ass but he remained motionless.
Alone in his bed he crumbled, the emotions flooding back to him. The kid buried his head in his pillow. Lying there he did the only thing in his power, mutely weeping. Dabi was still on his tongue and he savored that lingering taste, because it was all that he'd have to hold him over until the next time their paths crossed.