An unwelcome thought, too bitter for the sweetness of the moment and too cold for the heat building between them. It only shows on Natsuo's face for a moment, but the shadow that flickers over his expression is too dark to miss. Enough of that, he tells himself fiercely.
Thankfully, it's all too easy for him to sink into Dabi's sensory overload - his dry rasp of a voice, his bruising grip with one hand and deft movements of the other, and the hot throb of his length splitting Natsuo open - and shut out thought altogether. Biting down hard on his lip, he gives his hips a tentative roll and immediately groans with what sounds like utter agony, but doesn't stop him from grinding down again and again. He doesn't even need to lift himself off enough to bounce on Dabi's dick when just swiveling and rolling his hips feels so fucking good.
He also doesn't dare speak anymore, because he's already so delirious with pleasure that he can feel the name Touya perched on the tip of his tongue.
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An unwelcome thought, too bitter for the sweetness of the moment and too cold for the heat building between them. It only shows on Natsuo's face for a moment, but the shadow that flickers over his expression is too dark to miss. Enough of that, he tells himself fiercely.
Thankfully, it's all too easy for him to sink into Dabi's sensory overload - his dry rasp of a voice, his bruising grip with one hand and deft movements of the other, and the hot throb of his length splitting Natsuo open - and shut out thought altogether. Biting down hard on his lip, he gives his hips a tentative roll and immediately groans with what sounds like utter agony, but doesn't stop him from grinding down again and again. He doesn't even need to lift himself off enough to bounce on Dabi's dick when just swiveling and rolling his hips feels so fucking good.
He also doesn't dare speak anymore, because he's already so delirious with pleasure that he can feel the name Touya perched on the tip of his tongue.