#Seareal

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Dreaming Of You

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Summary: Commissioned by @0-seareality-0 on Tumblr. Dabi did not think he was into his new boss in the slightest, but when wet dreams start having him wake with sticky cum in his pants every night, he might have to reassess that thought. It’s also really not helping that said dreams seem to morph and change, introducing him to new levels of arousal and humiliation that he didn’t know he could feel. Meanwhile, poor Tomura is grappling with his own restraint and desires. 

Contents: Getting Together, Wet Dreams, Fantasies, Cumming in Pants, Frottage, Intercrural Sex, Degradation, Humiliation, Puppy Play, Dirty Talk, Cross-Dressing, Feminization, Daddy Kink, Penis Degradation, Large Cock, Premature Ejaculation, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Guided Masturbation, Masturbation Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dacryphilia, Cum Eating, Blow Jobs, Cock Warming, Somnophilia, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex

Word Count: 20,136

Tomura Shigaraki does not believe in karma, or gods, or even luck, honestly. He is what he is, who he is because of the random events and the deliberate choices he and others made around those events that has gotten him to this point. So, it is a choice when he finds out the two new recruits and decides that they'll be able to live at the bar with him for the time being so that Tomura can be certain that neither of them cut and run as they start to prepare for the summer camp job that they intend on going on. It's random when one of the pipes in the third bedroom on the left side of the upstairs hall gets flooded. It's Dabi's choice to move into the room that has an adjoining wall to his. Random that Shigaraki hadn't decided to put his headphones on and listen to a livestream when he laid down to attempt to sleep three days after the new recruits had moved in. 

It's a choice today when Tomura sees dabi fiddling with the coffee maker on the counter and he decides to use some of the less favored mugs that are in the cabinet over his head. 

Tomura doesn't say anything when he rests his hand on the counter by Dabi's hip, his finger raised to keep from activating his quirk. Dabi startles, spilling some of the coffee grounds as he half turns to look at him. "Fuck-- Watch it, hand job!" 

"Stay still," He says as he reaches for the mugs and hooks a finger through the handles to pull them down. He makes sure that his eyes are on Dabi's, wide, startled, a faint touch of color over his cheeks where the staples and scars don't split his skin. "You won't want me to slip." 

Dabi doesn't say anything for a second as Tomura sets the glasses on the counter and then continues on his way to the fridge to take out the milk for the other man's coffee, and a carton of eggs because that is about as far as his cooking skills go.

"God, you're such a fucking creep. AFO should've socialized you better." He mostly grumbles it and Tomura doesn't engage with that. Toga comes down and makes some toast, Tomura makes them some eggs, and Dabi finishes the coffee, enjoying the espresso machine that was already installed at the bar as he seems to want to overdose on caffeine this morning. They sit around the bar and eat their breakfast until Tomura is ready to get them started on their tasks for the day. 

They have plenty to do throughout the day as the others arrive and they continue working on crafting their plan and training the new recruits. By the time it is late in the night again, the other members of the League have gone back to their own homes, and they are all back in their rooms to wind down and get ready for sleep, it's Tomura's choice to work from his bed rather than his desk. His choice to stay up as he does so until it's early morning. His choice to let himself press his ear to the wall, despite the coil of shame that runs through him. 

Tomura never thought that he would choose torture, but that's what it feels like as he hears the first thready moan through the thin walls of the bar. 

///

"Stay still," Shigaraki's voice is low in his ear and the breath that puffs against the shell of his ear makes Dabi shiver. 

"What are you doing?" He's facing Duster, but he's not sure why. He thought that he was filling the coffee grounds. That's on the counter behind him, but he doesn't have any more space to think, to understand what is happening, before his back is hitting the edge of that counter, his head leaned back against the cabinets as Shigaraki cages him in. His mouth shifts, kissing along Dabi's neck, down over his scars like they don't bother him. 

"Giving you what you want. You've been thinking of me, haven't you?" 

Dabi's whole body goes hot, and he knows he should use that. He should tell the other man that this is not something he's interested in. He should call him gross again and he should push him away with a flashy show of sparks. But then those deadly hands wrap around his waist, gloves on so they can't destroy him, as he holds Dabi there and puts a thigh between his own so that he can spread his legs open enough to slip his hips between them. And instead of telling him to stop, all that comes out of his throat is a weak whimper as the other pins him in plain sight. Anyone could come into the kitchen and see them. They would see Shigaraki as he licks along his neck before blunt teeth bruise his skin, the bite he gives him hard enough that it has Dabi moaning. He tries to shove his knuckles behind his teeth as it happens, his other hand reaching to tangle in the back of Duster's shirt so that he has something to hold onto. "Shig..." His voice is low, meek almost, like opening his mouth is too complex an action to do for his tongue. He doesn't want to be overheard. That's why. He doesn't want someone else to come into the room and realize how the other man is touching him. 

"I want to touch you, Dabi." He says, his hands moving over his body. One shifts to his belt, starting to unthread it with one hand, as the other moves directly over his crotch. Dabi whimpers, squirming a bit as he feels how hard he already is. Duster has barely touched him so far, but everything feels so floaty and good. He wants to cum already. That puts a spark of embarrassment under his skin. He knows that he needs to last longer than this. He needs to at least wait until Duster has his hand around his cock. But he starts to rock his hips into the touch as Shigaraki dips his head down and bites at his nipple through his shirt, sparking a sharper pleasure-pain through his body as he does so. 

Dabi moans again, his breath short in his chest, his body pricking with heat, "S-stop, Shig-- Don't--" 

"Don't what, Dabi? Show everyone what an easy whore you are. Letting me touch you right here in the kitchen where anyone could see? Show them how pathetic it is that you get so hard so fast? That despite all of that big talk, you would spread your legs for me in a second if I just offered you an ounce of attention?" 

The words are sharp and mean, but the hand on his cock, through his pants, is so good. Dabi can't help grinding his cock against Shigaraki's palm again and again, going faster even as his ego is shredded. He moans and whines, and Shigaraki laughs at him as he falls apart humiliatingly quickly, his spend splashing hot and thick into his pants as his whole body hums with pleasure. And he stays, trembling in that hazy place for so long that all of the world turns black. 

///

Dabi is not about to say that he ever had a good time with puberty. To his understanding, puberty sucks for most people regardless of how prepared they are with knowledge about it going into that damned period of adolescence. But the thing is that Dabi wasn't prepared for it at all, and he was already halfway through it when he woke up from burning to death and his subsequent coma and had to suddenly figure this shit out for himself. He was one-hundred percent not prepared to do that, didn't have the resources to get prepared, and had absolutely no support system to help him with this as it came up. 

But he would renavigate that portion of his life a thousand times over it if meant that he would stop waking up with cold, sticky cum in his sleep pants every single fucking night now that he's joined up with the League of Villains. He does his best to not scream his frustration when he wakes in the morning, his pajama bottoms stuck to his crotch, after dreaming about-- what? Duster pinning him against the cabinets, kissing his neck a bit, and feeling him up a little? That's it? That's all his subconscious could manage? Fucking pathetic. Almost as much as it is that Dabi is having wet dreams again for the first time since he woke up from his coma. Back then the dreams had been formless for the most part, just snippets of things he'd seen or heard that made him hot, but with nameless, faceless shades enacting them as his adolescent body was flooded with hormones. Now he's a grown ass adult. He's had sex before. He thinks he knows the place to go if he wants to have sex again. And he does not need to be considering sex with Tomura Shigaraki of all people when he can barely stand that guy to begin with, and he doesn't even think that he's attractive at all. It's not his fault that Duster says weird shit and gets into his personal space like he doesn't know what personal bubbles are at all. He should not be the one suffering and waking up with cum in his pants! 

Fuck. Dabi hates how he has a system for this shit now, it's happened so many times. He knows to get out of bed swiftly, half an hour before sunrise, wiping as much of his cum clean on his already soiled pajamas before putting on his other pair and shoving the soiled ones to the bottom of his little shower bag before he goes across the hall to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and washes the cum from his pants and undergarments as he pretends to wait for the water to warm up before he showers for the day and brushes his teeth, before he slips back to his bedroom. He hangs up his pajama bottoms with his towel on the back of his door, and by the time that he hears the other League members stirring, he has hidden the evidence of his shame so that no one will be able to find out how his subconscious keeps screwing him over in his dreams. 

Dabi goes downstairs and makes sure to deliberately set out the mugs for coffee so that Shigaraki doesn't pull that shit again, locks his attitude into place, and firmly tries to shut down whatever feral, stupid, horny section of his brain has been trying to override his good sense when he's so close to reaching his goal as the League keeps moving its pieces. 

///

The worst part about the wet dreams is that he doesn't get a say in them. That's the thing that is running through his head as he watches Shigaraki yawn and stretch, dragging the hem of his shirt up and showing Dabi a few inches of his pale, toned stomach and the deep red waistband of his boxers that poke up just above the top of his jeans. He hates that he is looking at Duster, not thinking anything about physical attraction, but that they need more people at the summer camp job if they're going to actually keep that number of students and faculty contained. He is thinking pragmatically, not hornily. There is nothing about his dumb new boss that should make him horny. He's a scrawny loser creep with a bad haircut, lips so chapped that they would probably peel the skin off of Dabi's skull in a kiss, and who is constantly scratching at his neck like he's got fleas or some other horrible disease that he picked up from the gross dead hands that he's almost always wearing on his body. He is not attracted to this weirdo at all. He doesn't even like speaking to Shigaraki ninety percent of the time. So it's beyond stupid that he is left with dreams that drag him into an orgasm just because his brain is apparently hardwired wrong or something.

He absolutely tries not to notice how Shigaraki's legs are spread wide on the couch, the tight denim of his jeans stretched across the front of his crotch, showing Dabi that there is a bulge there. A more... defined one than he would have expected beneath the other man's clothes, and Dabi has an absent-minded wonder of just how big it would be if it weren't encased in the thick fabric-- "What's with the fucking manspreading, Duster? Are you planning on taking up the whole couch before the others get here?" It's another planning meeting. Another day where they have to wait for the others to show up because they are all living elsewhere apart from himself, Shigaraki and Toga. 

Because it's going to be a planning meeting, Shigaraki is wearing the hand over his face, so when he looks up at Dabi, his red eyes barely glint out from the shadow of its grasp as he says, without hesitation, "If you're so worried about us not having enough room, you can come sit on my lap, brat." 

And it's only because his subconscious is being so weird that Dabi feels his whole body go a few degrees hotter as he hears the other man say that. "What the fuck? You're such a fucking creep, Duster. Just use your goddamn manners and stop taking up the whole couch." Dabi stands up, reaching to pull his cigarettes out of his pocket. He and Twice normally smoke in the bar, but he wants the fresh air and space more than he wants the nicotine, so he turns and heads towards the door. He can take a breather until the others get here and hopefully try to get his brain to not turn Shigaraki into anything other than a nightmare of a boss by the time he lays down to dream tonight. 

It's his bad luck that when he comes back in with Twice and Magne, he takes Dabi's old chair, causing him and Magne to be the ones crammed onto the couch with Duster. He does stop manspreading as they get things underway, but Dabi can't help but be annoyed with the position that he was put in as their thighs still brush against one another's on the couch. 

///

Tomura normally is very deliberate when he invites people into his bed. He likes to have sex, he likes to enjoy his partners. He likes to know when someone is or isn't interested so he can put the appropriate amount of time into pursuing them and he can stop if they've set boundaries that he needs to respect. He knows what he usually wants from his partners and normally he wouldn't be playing this game of cat and mouse, but after he heard Dabi whimpering and moaning through their shared wall for the first time, the other man sounding so soft and so cute as he fell apart in his dreams– when he heard Dabi whimper his name, Tomura had suddenly taken a sharp interest in his subordinate. But that, of course, was the problem. Dabi is his subordinate, and while in the past AFO hasn't said anything about Tomura's preferences for his partners and where and when he takes them, he doesn't think, with everything else that's happening, that his teacher will be passive if he decides that he wants Dabi badly enough to try and have him now. Especially if he scares Dabi off if he doesn't take the proposition well. Which means that Tomura can't be the one to proposition him. Dabi already wants him. Tomura didn't have to manipulate or force that. He's the one who was dreaming about his hands on his body, about whatever Tomura might do to him as he slept that it had him moaning and spilling in his pajamas like a virgin. He can't help how hot that makes him too as he realizes how malleable Dabi's fantasies are and how he doesn't need to do much to get the other man to shift the flavor of his dreams, and stretching out on the couch, pretending not to notice as Dabi tries so desperately not to look, he's sure will have the desired effects.  

He is only torturing himself as he waits up each night to see how his teasing takes hold of Dabi's dreams, but he can't help himself. It's been a long time since he's wanted someone as badly as he has started to want Dabi, and he is going to make the other break. He's going to have Dabi crawling to him to beg for his cock and then no one will be able to stop him or say anything about how completely he ravages the other man as he gets his hands on him. 

///

He whimpers, the sound too loud in the quiet room as Shigaraki's hands move from his hips to his ass. He holds him tightly, squeezing him through the leather as he laughs. 

"Oh, you really don't have anything here worth me even paying attention to, do you, Dabi?" Duster leans in closer again, his lips against the shell of Dabi's ear. "Maybe that's why I don't even notice when you're staring at me. Or maybe I'm ignoring you because it's pathetic someone as 'gross' as you would dare to insult me and then want nothing more than for me to make you feel good." 

Humiliation is a living beast under his skin and each of its hot, heavy breaths blows air over the embers in his veins and creeps his arousal higher. He can't help it when he moans as his cock gets so hard, his body so desperate for the friction that he finds himself moving. He tries to grind into Duster's body, wanting the pleasure that sparks so hot through him as he does so, and feeding the beast inside of him as he realizes that the other man isn't hard at all. That large outline of his cock is soft, uninterested, as Dabi trembles in his lap. "Please, Duster," he wants to feel good. Why can't he even feel good here? Where everything is soft and hazy and some part of his mind tells him that he shouldn't have to beg for it. 

Shigaraki laughs at him again, so cruel. He's not wearing his mask, but his features look foggy. Dabi has only seen his face uncovered twice. He doesn't know if he really remembers what he looks like. He doesn't care. He just wants to be touched. "God, you're so pathetic. You want it so badly? Then you can hump my leg like the needy, useless dog that you are." He waits and Dabi lets out a weak sob as he doesn't even hesitate. He curls his fingers over the back of the couch and he starts to move. He shifts in Shigaraki's lap so that his cock is against the other's thigh and he starts to grind into him, moaning as that motion feels so good. He doesn't know if it's the way that the other man has been talking to him, or if it's just because he is pathetic, because it's been so long since he touched himself while he was awake, so long since he had anyone not find him too disgusting to bother with, but he knows that this friction feels better than some of the pussy he's had in his life. He likes that Shigaraki's eyes are clear and ruby-bright on him as he rocks against his thigh. Likes how, as a little bloom of pre starts to soak the front of his underwear, Shigaraki seems to know it even though he can't see it through the dark leather. 

"That's it. Pathetic. You could barely keep it together the last time I touched you. Of course you won't be able to last now. You really are nothing but a stupid, desperate dog that will take anything he can get. I'm lucky that I haven't found you sniffing my boxers and humping your pillows." 

Just the thought of that, so creepy, demeaning, disgusting, makes the heat in Dabi's body spiral out of control as he gives a loud moan, rubbing himself against the other's leg more roughly. 

Shigaraki knots his hand in the hair at the nape of Dabi's neck and he tugs it so hard. He doesn't think that it actually hurts, but it gives the illusion of it as his head is yanked back at such a sharp angle. And his boss's voice is a growl that reminds him of how angry he had been when he talked about All Might during a meeting. "You're disgusting. You should have burned so that the world wouldn't have to deal with your filth lingering here. What kind of sick pervert gets off on this? You should be embarrassed that you're so fucking easy, but I guess it's hard to have shame when you're just so desperate for someone to touch you without wanting to vomit. God, do you really think that I would want you? Who would ever want you?" 

Dabi sobs, the blood slipping over his cheeks and making his face actually ache dully with pain as the seams split to let what he has instead of tears out. "Please, please, Duster. Please, I'll be good--" 

"'Good'? For what? Too ugly for me to even want to get it up, so needy that I don't even have to touch you, I don't even have to be nice to make you so desperate. You're making a mess everywhere with those nasty tears and you can't even stop humping my leg." 

The shame is so heavy in his chest, the agony of it making Dabi cry harder, ugly wracking sobs as he tries not to let the fire escape from his skin as his emotions go so fraught. But not fraught enough to stop him from continuing to move against Duster's leg. "Please, I'm sorry, please," He begs when he can manage to choke out the words. "Don't send me away." 

Shigaraki's lip curls back into a sneer. "Why would I keep something as worthless as you?" 

Dabi cries harder, but it doesn't stop the sparks from leaping off of his skin as he manages to give one more weak thrust before he's making another disgusting mess in his pants.

"That does it for you? Getting told how pathetic and gross you are? You really are disgusting. Die." Shigaraki puts his whole hand over Dabi's sobbing face--

/// 

And Dabi wakes up with smoke in his nose from where his tight grip on the sheets has singed the fabric, a sob in his throat, blood on his cheeks, and cum just starting to cool in his sleep pants. Dabi doesn't pay any of that any attention for a few minutes, just letting himself cry because he is so pathetic he can't stop the tears. He doesn't know when the wet dream turned into a nightmare, but he should just be grateful it wasn't of burning alone again. He never wakes up from those without whatever place he's found to sleep also engulfed in flames. 

///

It's rare, but some days they don't have any work that needs immediate oversight. The summer camp can only come so quickly, they can't push their bodies to the limit training every day or else they might cause unintentional injury, and when they're waiting to get support gear back, they run out of things to do. On days like this, Compress and Spinner usually stay at their own apartments, while Toga, Magne, and Jin go out galavanting somewhere. Muscular, Moonfish, and Mustard are quick to avoid base and entertain themselves as well and that is how Tomura likes it. Especially when he's already in such a bad mood today when he settles on the couch in the living area and turns on one of his games. 

He thought that his plan had been working so well the night before. He'd heard Dabi starting to moan and whimper late in the night like he has heard him every night for the past week now. But then... the words that he whispered were softer, more upset, and then he'd sobbed. He had started crying as he imagined whatever Tomura had been saying or doing to him in his dream, and he kept crying even after he was pretty certain that the other man had woken back up. He likes to make his subs cry, can't imagine how cute Dabi would be if he got his tears leaking over his cheeks as Tomura fucked him through his overstimulation until his cock can't do anything but dribble, but he doesn't want Dabi to be hurting when he does that. He doesn't want him to be begging and apologizing to him like he thinks whatever pleasure he might find will be taken away cruelly. 

He doesn't know if he can stop that from happening, not completely, but he does want to try. So today, as he waits for Dabi to come downstairs to eat, if nothing else, he boots up one of his games and starts a new run, hoping that he can show Dabi that he isn't only capable of talking down to him and making him hurt. 

///

He's going to kill himself ahead of fucking schedule at this point. It's a sharply bitter thing in him that rears its head in the wake of his dream souring so completely. He doesn't know what the fuck all of that was, but he's even more angry at himself for getting off on being talked to like that. Fuck. That really was disgusting and pathetic, wasn't it? Probably just as disgusting and pathetic as the fact that he's having these dreams at all in the first place. He crawled out of his bed early in the morning, well before he usually does, to clean up the blood and cum from his skin, and he hates himself for ruining the thin sheets that he was just given, but he doesn't have any way of fixing them or wiping away the marks. So even after he's showered, and even when his eyes start to burn with exhaustion, he stays awake trying to study whatever he can about Endeavor's latest fights so that he can keep his mind firmly away from everything else that is rioting through it. 

He stays where he is, not quite being productive, and refusing his body the sleep that it wants so badly like his subconscious hasn't spoiled that private reprieve for him for years and not just weeks, until it's nearly noon. He's been up for seven hours at this point and his stomach growls petulantly. Fine. It's not like he's been in a position often where he can get his food easily and readily for each meal. 

So he goes downstairs, intending to just make cup noodles and throw a boiled egg or two inside of the bowl so he can just get this done as quickly as possible. He's not expecting Shigaraki to be lounging on the couch, controller in his hands, as he navigates his character through a forest with high grass that flutters in the fake breeze. He has no plans of greeting the man as he starts to go towards the kitchen, but Shigaraki speaks first. He's not in his uniform today, just wearing his own pair of sweats to lounge in along with a large black t-shirt that has the logo that Dabi has seen on a case for one of the other games that are tucked neatly alongside the console. He can see his face when Shig pauses the game and sits up enough to turn to look at him as he tries to make his way towards the kitchen. He doesn't have a sneer curling his chapped, scarred lips, and Dabi realizes that he completely forgot about the birth mark off to the side of his mouth and the other scar that goes through one of those exacting red eyes. 

"Hey," 

"What do you want, Duster?" He snaps, the words coming to his tongue automatically, his whole body going hot and tense as he realizes just how... upset that dream has left him. God, that's so fucking stupid. 

Shigaraki, though, for his part, doesn't seem bothered by Dabi's attitude because he always throws his attitude at him like it's as effective as a weapon as his flames. "No work today, thought we could order in? We can get whatever, I'm not picky." 

And even though they do have food in the fridge, the thought of getting to have takeout, of getting to order whatever he wants when he's not had that choice for a long time, makes Dabi huff and move over to the living area, dropping down on his chair as Shigaraki takes his phone off of the coffee table. 

They chit chat a bit as they decide where to order from, picking a place with a wide variety so they can get lunch and dinner so neither of them have to think about cooking later either. And Duster is using his benefactor's cards so he doesn't seem to give a shit about anything that Dabi orders. He gets whatever he wants and they place the order, now having to wait forty minutes for all of it to get there. He fully intends on going back upstairs while he waits, but Shigaraki says, 

"Hopefully they don't have any issues with the order. Last time I got something from here they called three times to make sure that everything was right." And Dabi is already so jumpy that he doesn't want to keep having the other man calling up to him if any problems start with his order, so he huffs and stays where he is as Shigaraki starts up his game again. 

Dabi means to reach for his phone so he can entertain himself, only to realize that he must have left it upstairs. Ugh. He turns to watch what's happening on the TV, if only to not look as bothered as he feels when his mind seems like it's going to shatter apart from the sleeplessness that he feels starting to scrape across his brain. Maybe he'll eat and then go to try to catch up on some sleep. Maybe if he sets an alarm, he can keep himself from slipping into dreams and humiliating himself any more than he already has. 

Whatever game Shigaraki is playing is, admittedly, very pretty. It looks like it could be a movie as the... knight? Moves through the trees. His character is wearing leather armor, a sword in hand, a quiver strapped around his torso, with long, wavy white hair that falls over his face and down his back. He walks carefully through the grass until a little symbol pops up along the left of the screen and Duster sits up a little straighter, seeming to be completely absorbed in the game. 

"There you are, come to daddy." 

Dabi chokes on his own spit, but Shigaraki doesn't seem to notice him at all as his character banks to the left and starts to move more quickly through the underbrush. He stops on the edge of a clearing, looking into it at a large... thing. Some kind of magical creature that Dabi doesn't know the name of that looks like it has a cat's head with the front legs of an eagle, but the large colorful wings of a bird of paradise, its tiger's body covered in a mix of fur and feathers with a snake arching off of the creature's spine as its tail. It doesn't seem to have noticed Shigaraki's character right away and he sees the avatar on screen swap the sword in his hand for a hunk of almost cartoonish looking meat on a thick white bone. He takes a step into the clearing and the creature, at least three times his size, stands up, hissing at him as its serpentine tail whips through the air as it prepares to attack. 

"Don't be rude, pretty girl." Duster is leaning forward on the couch, completely absorbed in the encounter, as he swaps the meat for a small ball that Dabi can't see well before he throws it. The net opens mid-air and blankets the creature's tail, pinning its legs to the ground before he is quickly taking the meat back out. He offers that to the creature's main head, between it twisting to try and claw open the net keeping its tail pinned. "Come on, baby, I know that you want it." 

Dabi feels the tension as the camera zooms in on the creature as it turns to face Shigaraki's character. He holds out the meat and it sniffs at it. The symbol that pops up on the screen as the creature opens its maw apparently corresponds with a button on the controller because Shigaraki's thumb comes down over it as quickly as possible, and on-screen, his character manages to pull his hand away and make sure that the creature's sharp teeth only latch into the offered meal and not his flesh too. Dabi holds his breath as the character tries to put his hand on the creature's nose once it has finished swallowing its meal. Another button comes up and Shigaraki hits that one too, before a menu opens up on screen. He takes out a shackle made of metal and when the cat-thing growls at him again, he doesn't try to soothe it this time, instead clicking a series of buttons quickly as he lashes the collar around the things throat and then uses the chain it's connected to to swing the character around. 

In a matter of seconds, he's mounted the creature, cutting its tail free of the net and then steering it up into the air, taking to the sky that is just as beautifully rendered as the forest below, letting Dabi see more of this world that has been crafted for the character to explore. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it, princess? Now let's go see if we can take back the kingdom." 

Shigaraki keeps playing his game like he doesn't have an audience, keeping his new pet with him the whole time, fighting with enemies on her back and bringing her into cities. He pets the creature all of the time while other characters are talking at him, and when he finally goes to a marketplace, he forgoes buying himself better weapons or gear, and instead spends his money getting treats and potions for his pet. Dabi realizes, dimly, that Shigaraki probably hasn't ever had a pet before. He can't, not when any touch from his hands could kill it. Even to pet the fake one without destroying it, he has to hold his controller with eight fingers instead of ten. 

Duster talks to the cat a little more, but in general he just goes about his game. Dabi thinks it must be early in it because he doesn't feel too lost as he goes through the world and interacts with the people and quests that he needs to so he can move the story forward. Some evil organization, some royal family not doing enough to help the people who are starting to suffer as darkness seeps out across the land. Duster gets to pick if he wants to associate with the royal family, and when he does, he enters a conversation with one of the guards who he can give prompts to in order to customize the character that he is about to interact with. He picks the prince, but when clothes are mentioned, he says that he knows the prince is a fan of fine dresses. And when he goes into the room, the ethereal elven prince is wearing an intricate gown of pale blue and gold. They speak, the conversation seeming to be Shigaraki's character trying to not only report that the rot is worse than it was once thought to be, but also that the crown has a responsibility to help all of their citizens, not just the ones that they deem important enough to warrant it. A casual cruelty from the prince when he makes it clear that he doesn't give a shit about that. He just wants to live in the life of luxury. 

And then the warning bells go off as the castle is attacked. He doesn't know who the villains of the game are, but they come riding dragon-looking creatures that only have one set of legs. They crash through the stone walls of the castle and start to tear people apart as Shigaraki takes the prince and tries to get him to his mount before they can be completely overtaken. The 'chapter' ends with the prince clutching onto Shigaraki's waist as they fly away from the falling castle. 

Their food arrives and Dabi is jarred from the chime that alerts them to it on Shigaraki's phone. "Didn't take you for the fantasy flavor of nerd." He tells him, getting up to go get the food from the door. He isn't, currently, wanted, in case the delivery person catches a glimpse of him as they go back down the stairs. 

"I like stories that have multiple endings. This one has more than just the heroes winning and the villains losing." Shigaraki says, saving and pausing the game before he stands to help Dabi with all of the bags. Maybe he overdid it a little. "It's also got a co-op mode. If you want to play as the prince, you can join me." 

"Not gonna traipse around doing nerd shit, especially not in a dress." His face heats slightly as they start to lay down the food on the counter. 

"You can change his clothes, I just think that he looks cute like that. Besides, what else is there to do today?" He shrugs lightly. Dabi doesn't have a good answer to that, but he does sit down to eat with the other man. He doesn't pick up the second controller, but he doesn't end up going upstairs after he's finished eating. He settles back down and watches as Shigaraki keeps playing the game. 

They spend a long time moving through the world and the story spills out around Shigaraki's choices, the prince being forced to see the other parts of his kingdom and understand the suffering that has gone unseen for so long. He watches the two get closer and closer and then he watches as the other man pulls the elf close and kisses him after a battle where they both get blood on their hands. Dabi feels his face flush and he snaps at Shig, as he starts to poke at his food again, "Seriously? You get off on making characters kiss?" 

Shigaraki looks at him so flatly. "I can romance whoever I want, and I like the path this story takes. I think it's more interesting than just remaining acquaintances." And his tone is so blunt, so cool, that Dabi shuts the hell up. He was enjoying the story too. That's the only reason he's been down here for so many hours just to watch Shigaraki play. He hopes that he's not blushing as he turns his attention back to his food so that he doesn't put his foot any further into his mouth. He doesn't want Duster to tell him to fuck off and not get to see how the game ends.

///

The wind whipping past them is bitingly cool against his skin, and he holds even tighter around Shigaraki's waist as they fly. He has to close his eyes tightly, has to force himself to breathe, trying to fight off the motion sickness he thinks should be coming to him. But his stomach doesn't swoop the way that he expects it to. He holds onto him tightly as they begin to move lower, the creature beneath them starting to make its descent to land in the forest, away from the sight of their last battle. They manage to touch down and Dabi has to stay still for a moment as he realizes that his legs feel weak. But Shigaraki starts to move, making him unwrap his arms from around his before he slips down and offers Dabi a hand. He hates how his face pinks as he takes it, but he manages to get down off of the mount. They have time to breathe. He swears that the mount pushes him as he steps down so that Dabi is falling into the other's chest, Shigaraki's eyes sparkling with amusement when he has to catch him as he stumbles. 

Dabi's hands flatten against his chest and he only then realizes that he's wearing a skirt. It's hitched into loops on his belt on either side, the tunic and leather breastplate on his top half feeling more masculine, though all of the clothes seem so out of place on his body. His face heats sharply as he tries to straighten up. 

"Watch your step, prince." 

"Shut up." He tries to pull away, but Duster catches his wrist and makes him turn, his other hand going to Dabi's hip as he has him reach out towards the creature they rode here on. 

"Don't be so rude, Dabi. She brought us all this way, the least you can do is say 'thank you'." He guides Dabi's hand to the creature's head, pausing with it outstretched before the cat-creature sniffs at his palm. After another second, it dips its head so that Dabi's palm can press against the soft, warm fur over its body. "That's it, you're being such a good girl." 

Dabi doesn't mean to tremble, but Shigaraki immediately stiffens as he feels the movement through his body. Dabi's whole form goes hotter with his humiliation, and Duster holds onto him a little tighter as he flattens his body against his back, murmuring in his ear, 

"I was talking to my mount, but if you like that so much, princess, then I can certainly oblige you." 

Dabi opens his mouth to protest, the words, the heat in his own veins, the treatment, but Shigaraki is quick to turn him around. His features aren't blurry this time. He knows his face, but the long white hair around his head is different and... flattering. The cut of his leathers and strength of his hold makes Dabi's skin prickle with arousal. And instead of waiting for a reply, he is pushing in as his mount wanders away. He seals their mouths together, his tongue quickly finding purchase behind his open lips. Dabi gasps into the kiss, feeling like a swooning maiden as Shigaraki gathers his body close and kisses him like he might literally be able to devour the air in his lungs before the heat in his body turns it to smoke. He lets out a soft, embarrassed moan as the kiss feels so good. He doesn't think that he should be getting so warm just from a kiss. He definitely shouldn't feel hotter when Shigaraki lets him part for breath and he murmurs, 

"Didn't expect someone as rude as you to taste so sweet, princess." 

"Shigaraki--" he gasps as the other man moves his hands from his waist to cup his ass through his skirt, pulling him in tighter against his body and letting him feel how quickly the touches have started to work for Dabi. He whimpers softly and tries to open his mouth, to say something, to tell him not to call him that, to stop, something. But all that comes out of his mouth is a weakly moaned, "Daddy--" before Tomura is dipping his head again and capturing Dabi's lips for a second time. 

It feels good. There's a horrible, sick shame that coats his insides in poisoned honey, but it feels so good and Dabi has been so scared and miserable since the castle fell, since he burned, since his body started to betray him. He wants it to feel good for a little while and he gives a weak sob as he wraps his arms around Tomura's neck and tries to kiss him back. 

Duster gets him to wrap his legs around his waist and he carries him and pins his back against the nearest sturdy tree that can take his weight. He holds Dabi up against that tree as his mouth moves from his so he can murmur against his throat as he moves one hand down along the front of his body. 

"It's alright, princess, Daddy is going to help you feel good." That alone should staunch the arousal that is coursing through his veins, but he can't separate himself from it as he moves down his body. "Look at that, baby girl," his voice is not cruel like it was last time. It's warm and soft, delighted as he makes Dabi look down at himself. At the clear tent that his hard cock has made in the fabric of his skirt. His face heats as he sees that obscene press of himself, made all the worse when Shigaraki lifts the fabric out of the way and shows Dabi that he's wearing a set of lacy white panties that he doesn't think match the clothing that he's already wearing. He's leaking so badly just from the sight of himself that the fabric has gone see-through over his tip. "You have such a pretty blushing clit, princess." Dabi gives another weak sob, his arousal so sharp that it puts an ache in his balls and makes his... clit jump in his panties. Tomura presses kisses against his cheek, and down his jaw as he murmurs, "All you have to do is ask nicely and Daddy will make sure that it feels so good." 

He has an abundance of shame inside of him, but clearly not enough to make him weary of gasping, "Please, Daddy. Touch my clit, please. Make me feel good." He begs for it, doesn't stop, just... wants to feel good. Just needs it after everything else. 

"That's Daddy's good girl." He sounds so... proud of him. Warm. Pleased, even. He speaks to Dabi like this and there doesn't seem to be a trace of the cruelty that he had given him the time before. When they looked like them, when they were tangled together in the common area-- Dabi wants this fantasy as long as he can get it and when Tomura's hand moves to his clit, he is able to curl five fingers around him without hurting. He does it through his panties, stroking his fingers along him, teasing them around his head and over his ladder. He makes Dabi so hard that the fabric is pulling away from his body as his clit blushes more than he's ever had it do before. He can't be quiet, can't keep any kind of royal decorum as this scoundrel who stole him away from his kingdom touches him like his body has always been waiting to be claimed. Dabi moans and arches into the touch, and Shigaraki licks and nips bruises into Dabi's throat. "That's it, princess. You're being so good for me." 

"Please, Daddy," he whines, rubbing his clit into his palm more roughly. "Please." He feels like he's going to cum. He wants to cum so badly, but he knows that it's too soon. He should be able to hold out for longer than this. He should be focused on giving Duster his pleasure first and then have to work to get the reciprocation in turn. That's how sex has always been for him before. 

"That's it, baby girl. Let go. Daddy's right here. You don't have to be scared, sweetheart. You can let go." 

Dabi sobs weakly, but the sound gets all tangled up in a moan when the other man gives him another squeeze through his panties. The touch, the permission, sends Dabi over the edge and his clit twitches hard as his balls draw tight to his base and he spills his cum so thick and hot in his panties. So much of it that it leaks through the fabric and starts to drip down his shaking thighs. 

Duster presses another kiss to his cheek and then he starts to shift. Not to wipe off his hand or to force Dabi to his knees to make him return the favor, he just moves down Dabi's body, getting him to brace one boot against the shoulder of his tunic, as he pushes Dabi's skirts even higher so that he can go to his knees in front of him instead. 

"Daddy--" 

"Shh, don't worry, princess. Daddy's going to clean you up, and then you're going to make a mess again so he can watch how pretty you are when you fall apart." 

Dabi gasps, the spike of arousal that goes through him fresh with those words is so sharp when he's only just coming down from his orgasm. But Duster doesn't stop. He dips his head between Dabi's legs and starts to lick at the soiled mess that has soaked his panties. His tongue cleans away his cum and teases at Dabi's skin through the gaps in the lace, making Dabi writhe against the tree, one hand going to tangle in Tomura's long locks of hair, the other catching onto the trunk and getting bits of bark under his fingertips as he sobs and all but howls his pleasure as he lets the other man force his nerves to go higher again even so soon after his first orgasm. Daddy licks the cum off of his thighs and dripping out of his panties before he deigns to pull the soaked fabric down his legs, tossing them elsewhere before he makes Dabi hold tightly to the tree and put both feet on his shoulders. Tomura's hands wrap around his hips and he uses a strength Dabi didn't know he had to push him up against the tree and keep his weight there as he does so. And then his mouth sinks over Dabi's hard clit and the shock to his nerves of just how good that feels has Dabi arching up--

///

Off of his bed, a moan of "Daddy," slipping from his tongue as his hand flies down, through his pants beneath the sheets, so he can fist his palm around his soaked, cock. The wet mess of his first spend is already marking his thighs with his shame, but he wants to be back in that dream. In a place where someone wants him, likes him, feels good about trying to bring Dabi his pleasure instead of making him work so hard to earn it. He wants to not feel the starting threads of that shame turning his gut sour. He wants soft hair under his palm and a warm mouth around his clit-- lower? A hot, slick tongue that is running over his hole and dipping inside, tasting him like-- You have such a sweet cunt, princess,-- Dabi lets out another weak sob as his hand moves along his clit messily as the arousal, the overstimulation is so sharp in his veins. He can't help it, can't hold on. 

He cums with, "Daddy," a whispered prayer on his tongue as his whole body goes absolutely boneless on his bed. He knows he's disgusting, sticky, pathetic. But he's tired with the bliss of two orgasms sitting in his veins, and Dabi doesn't even bother to try and get up and deal with this now, he just shimmies out of his soiled clothes and throws them in a pile in the corner of the room. It's barely three in the morning. He can deal with this later. He tries to curl back into the bed, closing his eyes, wishing that he could go back and find himself sleeping in a sunny grassy clearing, Shigaraki's quirkless hands stroking his skin like he's as precious as the mount that he watched him take care of all day. 

///

Tomura hears Dabi sob again and thinks that despite how long they spent together today, he's miscalculated again. He thinks, for a moment, that he needs to stop this. Stop torturing Dabi who clearly doesn't know what to do with whatever crisis of sexuality or fear he has about confronting whatever pleasure he can find from the act. Stop torturing himself when this clearly isn't going to work out and he's only going to end up hurting them both by pushing. And then he hears him moaning, begging his daddy to touch his clit, and Tomura is shoving his knuckles between his teeth, certain now that the other man would be able to hear him through the wall if he let out even the smallest slip of noise as he feels his own cock start to harden rapidly. Fuck. Dabi keeps moaning, whimpering, more than he's ever heard him before, and tonight the sounds seem good, not distressed. So good that he hears Dabi give that distinctive, breathy moan that he now knows means that he's cum, and then he keeps whimpering. The dream clearly pushing him towards a second orgasm. Tomura tries his best not to lose his mind as he hears it happening. But it's especially hard when he hears Dabi gasp again, speak again, and it's not as slurred as his speech usually is when he's deep in sleep. And Tomura knows that Dabi isn't sleeping when he starts to hear his hand moving against his cock through the thin wall. Tomura hasn't slipped with his quirk in years, but he can't help it when his other hand clutches onto his pillow as he forces himself to keep as still and silent as possible as he realizes that Dabi woke up and is still trying to get off as he thinks of him. 

There's a little movement and then the other side of the wall goes quiet as Dabi finishes himself again and seems to settle back into sleep. Tomura wipes the dust from his hand after five minutes have passed and then he gets up and carefully, quietly moves to his door and crosses the hall to the bathroom. It's way too late, but he is always doing things at weird hours of the day because of his insomnia. And so long as Dabi and Toga stay asleep, they won't wonder about why he decided to take such a long shower in the middle of the night. 

Fuck stopping. He thinks as he strokes himself beneath the warm water. Dabi's body will probably be so warm from his fire quirk when he gets his hands on him. He'll be so cute crying from how good Tomura makes him feel as he finally gives him the thing that he's been dreaming of for the past few weeks. He's going to get Dabi desperate enough to just ask him to touch him. He won't even make him beg if he can just own up to it. He'll just show Dabi how good he can feel underneath him. Tomura doesn't rush himself up to his pleasure. For as starving for it as Dabi seems, he knows how to be patient, how to savor a feast instead of gorging himself on it. He isn't absolutely going to savor Dabi when he finally gets him. He is going to make sure that he gives up every inch of himself and by the time he's done with him, the only thing Dabi will be questioning is why it took him so long to tell Tomura what he wanted.

///

Things, thankfully, get back to normal work for the rest of the week, which is very good for Dabi's sanity because that means there's no opportunity for him to watch Shigaraki play his game anymore. So he doesn't have to confront the fact that despite making fun of Shigaraki both for his nerd shit and also for liking the prince character to wear a dress, the thought of that got Dabi so hot that he came to it. Twice. Jesus fucking Christ. He had such a shit time with puberty, such a shit time trying to get people into his bed that didn't make him work for it, leave him completely unsatisfied, or hurt him. He thought that on that front he was pretty vanilla all things considered, just wanting passable, sane, normal sex before he parted ways with whoever decided he was worth taking to bed. He was used to feeling bad during sex. Used to having people tell him he was ugly, wanting to fuck in positions they didn't have to see his face, with the light low so they wouldn't have to notice his scars either. He made his peace with it because that was the best that he was going to get out of sex and he knew that. But that dream... pretending to be someone else, having... Shigaraki taking care of him, offering him his pleasure and praise without hesitation. Dabi's whole body goes warm and his head hot and floaty when he remembers that. 

So he's really, really glad that they have moved to heavy combat training in an abandoned building that AFO must own over the next couple of days. It's way easier not to think about that when he's too busy every night trying not to overdose on painkillers as he works his quirk to its limit and forces his body to do the same as he starts to be trained to properly fight again since he was a child. His body isn't made to move as fluidly as it once was, his staples pulling at his skin, and the years of malnutrition not helping either. But the exhaustion at the end of the day has helped to keep his mind clear of dreams and it has made it easier for him to sleep properly. 

And then Shigaraki has to go and fuck it up again. 

///

Things have gotten so busy that Tomura hasn't had a chance to make his firefly feel good in days, not hearing a peep from the other man once he goes to bed at night no matter how late he stays up, trying to listen to hear what he might be doing. He's annoyed about that, but he doesn't have time to linger on it as long as they train. But they can't train constantly forever. They all need a break sooner or later and after five days of the intensive workouts, Tomura tells them that they will have two days off to recover when they leave today. The others are already starting to make plans for what they would like to do after this instead of just eating dinner and collapsing into bed as soon as they're clean. But Dabi doesn't engage with that kind of chatter. He goes over to one of the training dummies and he continues to try and work on his hand-to-hand. Dabi is a long-range fighter, but basic close combat training is essential if he wants to be a well-rounded fighter. The other man is fast, but not as nimble or agile as Toga or Compress as he runs through the set again. 

Tomura lets the others chatter as they start to wind down and he goes over to Dabi. "You'll hit harder if you twist your body into the punch a bit more." He tells him easily. This is his forte, though he usually strikes, of course, with an open palm to try and shatter anyone who is stupid enough to get too close to him. He pauses for a moment and watches as Dabi tenses and stops what he's doing. 

"Shut up, I didn't ask for your opinion, boss." He sneers, but there is a faint smell of smoke hovering around him. Like he's... warmer than usual even though he hasn't been using his quirk much right now. Tomura ignores the attitude and reaches for him. It's a rare thing, but he is wearing his gloves today precisely because he was helping the others with their training and he didn't want to risk them or himself slipping and hurting anyone unintentionally. So he catches the arm that Dabi was supposed to strike out with first and wraps his fingers around his wrist. The other hand goes to his waist, feeling immediately through his shirt the section of skin that must curve over his side and be stapled together like so many other parts of Dabi's body. 

"You don't have to do it until it hurts, just don't hold yourself so stiffly. Moving with the punch will help keep you from losing your balance and make it more sure and powerful." He has been correcting the others' forms all day, so he barely registers what he's doing at all. Not until he feels how much Dabi's temperature rises beneath his hand, not until he looks back up at his face and sees that Dabi is refusing to meet his eyes, a faint pink blush just starting to creep up over the scarred sections of his face. And then he remembers what he's been trying to do for the past few weeks and he lets himself rub his thumbs against his skin before he gently lets go of him. "Try it." 

Dabi looks like he might protest further, but the others are getting ruckus in the corner of the room as they start to wrap up their own sessions. He clearly doesn't want them to look over and see what they've been doing, so he gives one final punch, actually allowing himself to twist a bit. He doesn't go very far, but if the staples over his side are as tight as the ones in his face that look like they strain any time he opens his mouth wide enough to yell, then Tomura thinks that's probably the best he can manage without them popping free. 

"That was a lot better." It's as much better as he thinks Dabi is capable of doing while his skin is like this and he resolves to see if their doctor can do anything to help him at least get to a place where he can move more comfortably. "And see?" It's entirely to selfishly move forward his own goals when he adds, "When you're a good boy and listen to me, you actually do better. Maybe you can apply that to other parts of our association?" 

Dabi's blush goes very hot under his skin, a trickle of smoke arching off of his tongue as he snaps, "Oh fuck off, creep!" 

Tomura shrugs, "Your loss, Dabi." But he is already thinking about how he can take this further. Toga will probably stay at Magne's place if they go out drinking, so he figures if they find a little bit of extra money in their accounts, they'll decide that it's worth it to go find their fun elsewhere for the entire night. He watches as Dabi snaps at the others that, no, he's not going to shoot the shit with them before he heads towards the portal Kurogiri has opened up for them. That's good. That means he'll be in bed early tonight and Tomura won't have to wait too long before they get started. 

///

"Come here, firefly. Come sit in Daddy's lap." Dabi is soft, warm, sleepy, and his cock is already half hard as Tomura's gloved hands wrap gently around his naked waist. He's naked. He's not usually when he's in bed with people. Even though his quirk makes keeping his clothes on absolutely sweltering, they don't like to see his ruined body, so he usually only takes off or pulls loose what he absolutely has to before he gets into his partner's beds. But he's naked and Tomura is pulling him in, his smile soft and his hands made gentle against his body as he pulls him closer. "You're so warm, baby girl." 

But Dabi is shivering, the way he's being spoken to, the way he's touched like he's something... precious, making his whole body tremble. Something aches inside of him as he mumbles, "I missed you, Daddy." 

Shig smiles. His face flickers. From that warm expression that makes his insides soft to the boss with the hand over his face and his nails biting into his neck from how easily agitated that he can grow. He shouldn't miss him.. He sees Duster everyday. Just because he... has his moments, doesn't mean that Dabi should be so eager to try and find him in this place too. This isn't real. He has never been so aware that he's dreaming before when he's actually asleep, and knowing that's what's happening now makes the world around them take on a haziness. There is the softness of a bed under them, and he can't imagine what Shigaraki looks like naked, so he wears his usual clothes, then the adventuring outfit, and then his loungewear. His hands are still sure and gentle when they pull him closer though, and Dabi did miss this, so he lets himself be pulled closer. Tomura presses a kiss to his temple as his hand slips down Dabi's side to rub soothing circles against the jut of his hip. 

"I missed you too, princess. And I'm sorry that I can't make you feel good like this all the time." He says the words with a sweetness that Dabi doesn't think will ever belong in his boss's mouth, but this version of him-- he believes him when he says it. "But I can show you how you can make yourself feel so good while I'm not around, princess. Would you like that?" 

Dabi barely manages to nod and Tomura gives him another soft kiss, against his cheek this time. 

"Okay, princess. Let's make you feel good. Why don't you start by putting your hands on your chest?" 

Dabi isn't sure what Tomura is asking him to do, but he follows along, looking into red eyes that make him think of sunrise instead of blood for once. 

"Good girl. You have such pretty tits, baby girl. Doesn't it feel good when you play with them?" 

It feels good, and just the right kind of shameful as he cups the muscle of his chest that is starting to fill out more with the food and exercise that he's been getting now. It feels good to watch as Tomura's eyes linger on the muscle as he squeezes it, his fingers moving to flick over his nipples. He got them pierced originally because he thought the parts of him without staples looked strange, because he wanted to control something about his appearance when everything else wasn't his choice. It was only afterwards that he realized how sensitive they were and how good it was to play with them after they healed. He moans as he teases the buds now, his clit getting harder and completely on display as it is. 

"Mmhm," The little hum of approval that his Daddy gives him makes his whole body even warmer as he realizes that Tomura really likes to see how much he's enjoying touching himself. "That's it, baby. You would like it so much if Daddy had you lay down and press those pretty tits together, wouldn't you? You would be a good girl and stay still and tight for Daddy while he fucked your pretty tits until you were all covered in Daddy's cum?" 

Dabi moans, trembling, his clit starting to smear pre-cum across both of their stomachs as he drips and tries to grind into him. There isn't anything in front of him to give him friction and it doesn't feel as good as he wants it to. "Daddy," 

"Shh, princess. Daddy is helping you feel good, you just have to be a little more patient, baby girl." 

"Please, Daddy," he doesn't want to be patient. He wants to feel good. Last time Daddy made him feel so good and he didn't ask him to wait then. He doesn't want to wait, he wants it to feel good again now, especially since it's been so long since Daddy was last around to help him feel good at all. "Want it." 

He doesn't think he's ever heard Tomura laugh before. Not like this. Not so sweet and warm that it feels like Dabi is having caramel drizzled over his brain as he hears it, melting into him and leaning in. It's a dream, so it's okay that it doesn't make sense for him to be able to hear Tomura speaking again even as he kisses Dabi so sweetly and deeply. "Okay. I can't deny my princess anything he wants. Bring your hand down your stomach, baby. Let yourself touch your pretty clit, but don't stroke yourself yet, sweetheart." 

Tomura's words invite slowness, invite indulgence, but Dabi doesn't know if he has the patience for that as he moves his hand down his body to touch his hard clit. He's already so needy that just dragging his knuckles teasingly up along his ladder has him moaning loudly as he does so. 

"That's it, bring your fingers to your head, baby. I want you to feel how wet you are already. My pretty girl. Are you dripping from how excited you are to finally have Daddy's attention again?" 

Dabi whimpers, the words making him feel it as his clit leaks, gushing more of his pre over his fingertips as he smears that wetness over his head as he teases himself the way that Daddy told him to. 

He barely manages to mumble, "Uh-huh," to tell him what he can see, what he's watching happen as Dabi's whole body starts to tremble with his need. "More, please, Daddy." 

"I'm going to give you everything you need, baby girl." He gives him another kiss against his cheek and then instructs, "Get your hand nice and wet, princess, then you're going to wrap it around your pretty clit." Dabi trembles as he does as he's told, wrapping his hand around himself, but not stroking no matter how badly he wants to. Daddy didn't tell him that he could yet. But when he whimpers after being made to wait again, Tomura chuckles again. "Okay, princess, you can stroke, but not too tight, not too quickly. I know how excited you get so quickly. But Daddy wants you to savor this. He wants you to feel so good that you remember this all the time. So his baby girl will come and ask for it again so sweetly the next time he's missing his attention." 

Dabi follows the other's instructions, moaning as his toes curl with his pleasure. Normally, when he tries to get off at all, he does it rough and fast. He always has because the places he's been to pleasure himself or to find pleasure with other people, have always been ones where he was worried about getting caught. He always thought that fast and rough was better anyway, but now, being forced to stroke himself slow and sweet while his fingers tease his nipple and he has his Daddy's sweet kisses and softer words in his ears he suddenly sees that he was missing so much from the encounters that he's had before.

Tomura tells him how fast he can stroke, keeping him at an aching pace for so long the frustration starts to build tears behind his eyes. When they finally spill over as he is also told to keep the strokes light along his length, Daddy shushes him again and tries to kiss them away as they fall, smearing his mouth with blood. 

"Shh, it's okay, princess. You're doing such a good job. Why are you crying, sweetheart?" 

It's hard for him to find his words, to not sound so greedy when he desperately wants more even though every softness that he's already been given feels like such an indulgence. "Wanna go faster, Daddy. Wanna feel good." 

"Oh, princess, okay. Daddy won't make you wait all night. You can make your hand a little tighter, precious. Stroke a little faster. Listen to my hand move, baby girl. I'll show you how to feel good." Dabi doesn't understand for a moment, but then Daddy reaches down to his own sleep pants and pulls his cock out. It's hazy, like the way his face used to be before Dabi got used to seeing it. He doesn't know what Daddy's cock looks like, and the dream doesn't tell him. It just shows him without clarity as Tomura wraps his gloved hand around himself and starts to stroke. "Like this, princess. Make sure that you're giving your head some attention whenever you stroke upwards. Lighten the pressure whenever you feel like you're getting too close. Daddy wants to come with you, princess. Can you be patient and wait for that?" 

Dabi's body goes warmer. In all the dreams he's had, it's always just him getting off. He's never gotten to make Daddy feel good before. He's never seen him try to touch himself. But he keeps the pace that Tomura sets, feeling like this is closer and more intimate than any other hook-up that he's ever been able to get before. It takes longer than Dabi has ever tried to make him last before, and every time fresh tears slip over his cheeks as he wants to tighten his grip and fuck hard  and fast into his fist, Tomura kisses away the tears. 

"Okay, princess, you can go a little harder. Not too hard, baby girl. If you make your cute little clit soft too soon, Daddy will be so disappointed in you." He's not sure if it's his cock being talked about like that, the permission to tighten his strokes, or the possible chastisement that makes him so much hotter, but Dabi feels the smoke curling across the back of his tongue as he moans a little too loudly. "Fuck, you sound so cute like that, princess. Daddy's going to enjoy having you pinned down as he fucks open your tight little pussy." 

Dabi bites his lips hard, trying to keep his balls from going too tight as a fresh gush of pre spills across his palm--

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As Dabi tightens his hand on himself, moving it beneath the sheets as he tries to stroke himself off to the fleeting dream that he realizes is slipping away from his mind all too soon. Dabi is nearly ready to cry out with his frustration, only to realize that... the sounds of someone's hand moving over themselves, the slide of it wetter than the hand on Dabi's own cock, is still ringing around in his ears. He can still hear it when Tomura's voice says, 

"You're so cute, baby girl. Does that feel good?" His voice comes very faintly through the wall as he strokes himself. Dabi wants to stop, wants to be horrified that clearly he's been hearing Shigaraki getting off on the other side of the wall and that's absolutely what's been making him so hot, but his arousal is still so high and he's so close. It's an accident when he whimpers, 

"Daddy," again and keeps moving his hand in time with the faint sounds of it that's going on through the wall. He tries to bite his lip, hoping that his sounds are muffled, but Shigaraki keeps moving, keeps speaking. 

"That's it, baby girl. I know you're so close, but can you hold out for ten more? I'll count for you, baby. Prove to Daddy what a good girl you are, show me how good you are at following orders, princess." 

Dabi is leaking smoke from his seams, his eyes misted over with tears as he feels himself trying so hard not to cum just at the words, at hearing Tomura's hand move deliberately up and down his length. Fuck. Is he just a weirdo talking himself through his own porn? Is he actually talking to someone else? A secret girlfriend or boyfriend over the phone? A sex line? Dabi doesn't know. He's not sure he cares either when his whole body is so needy for more that he thinks that he might shatter apart entirely if he doesn't start to hear those numbers. 

"One," Tomura's voice is a little breathy with his own arousal and muffled through the wall. But it still makes Dabi so warm. He closes his eyes. Imagines that he's in his lap again. "Two," he imagines the way that he would wrap his dangerous hand around both of their lengths, how he would tell Dabi what a cute clit he has as it leaks all over his palm. "Three," he imagines soft grass against his back as he's laid into it, Tomura's hands pushing up his skirt so that he can see every inch of him. "Four," he imagines how good, how full he would be if Tomura actually pressed his cock inside of his body. "Five," that stretch would be so good. It would fill him up and send fresh pleasure tingling up his spine. "Six," Dabi's balls start to tighten and he gives another desperate whimper as he feels himself getting so close, too close, as he gets closer to the edge. "Not yet, princess. You have to be a good girl for Daddy." Tomura's voice comes, trying to soothe him--soothe whoever he's talking to as Dabi twists to try and muffle his sounds in a pillow. "Seven, come on, baby girl. I know that you can make it no matter how sensitive your cute clit is getting." 

Dabi gives a weak sob into the pillows as he can't prove that at all. He can't help it. His balls go so tight and he gives himself one more rough stroke before the humiliation and need swirling through him can't be contained anymore. And he cums so hard, his orgasm pulsing through him as his cum spills all over his hand and stomach, splattering up towards his chest too with the force of it. 

"Oh, princess." He hears the soft chastisement in Tomura's voice and he bites his tongue hard to keep from apologizing to his Daddy and begging to still be his good girl. "That's okay. We can try again soon." He promises. "And maybe next time I'll have you kneeling so that I can watch my cum paint that pretty pink face." He hears Shigaraki's hand move a few more times, hears the gasp of breath that slips out of him as he cums, but he knows very quickly that he has definitely been talking to someone else. Dabi throws himself from bed, rushing to wipe up the mess from his skin with some tissues, before he pulls his clothes back on and leaves as quickly as possible, taking the stairs two at a time as he tries to keep the shame from putting tears bright in his eyes. 

Duster must have been talking to someone else. He must have just been hearing him having his phone sex through the wall. He must be talking to someone pretty, because he definitely wouldn't have ever called Dabi that if he knew that he was getting off to what he was doing behind closed doors.

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Tomura was feeling satisfied for a few minutes, enjoying how right he seemed to be and how quickly and completely he was able to co-op Dabi's dreams and make him feel good without even having to be the one to touch him. And then Dabi woke up. He was sure of it when he had actually started to hear his hand moving over his cock, and he had gotten so much hotter himself as he imagined Dabi cumming to his instructions and then begging through the wall for his Daddy to come help him feel even better or to help him clean up. He hopes that Dabi gets cuddly in the afterglow. It would be so nice to wrap himself around his burning heat and have Dabi melt into the touch. But seconds after he'd gotten off, before he could ask through the wall if Dabi wanted him to join him, his room had been a flurry of motion. Tomura cleaned up the cum over his hand and pulled his sleep pants back over his hips, but by the time he'd gotten to his bedroom door, Dabi was already on the lower floor, and by the time he'd gotten halfway down the stairs, the arsonist had been gone, the front door closing with a slam and a pit had opened up in Shigaraki's gut. 

He thought that Dabi would enjoy the play. He'd been fantasizing about him for weeks. He thought if he just showed him that he wanted that too, even with a shred of plausible deniability as a literal wall between them, that Dabi might finally feel like he could own up to it. That he would finally be able to show him how much better reality could be than the fantasy. He would make him feel so good. But Dabi had immediately run away instead. He had no idea that the other man was so easily embarrassed, so jumpy, but as soon as Dabi fails to come back that afternoon, or even that evening, Tomura knows that he fuck this whole thing up. He'll need to apologize and just come clean about how badly he wants Dabi too. Maybe owning up to that will help assuage the upset for Dabi and they might be able to get this to work out a little better. So he waits as patiently as he can for Dabi to come home. 

He's not expecting it to take a day and a half, the arsonist trying to sneak in a little after three in the morning the next day. He smells like smoke when he comes into the house and Tomura straightens up, setting his controller aside as the man comes into the main area. 

"Dabi--" 

"Is Toga here?" 

His brows pull together, "No, wh--" 

"You're a fucking creep and a pervert," Blue eyes meet his and are bright with his fury as he snarls the words, his anger so bright that he starts to fill the bar with the scent of smoke. "How long have you been getting off and saying such nasty shit alone in your room? Fucking with my head and making me think--" he cuts himself off, his face flushed beneath his scars, but his anger brighter than his embarrassment at the moment. "I didn't come here to have you implanting your kinky fantasies in my head, Duster!" 

And Tomura's tongue fails him. Yes, he has been trying to manipulate Dabi's fantasies as they've come up in his mind. But it was Dabi moaning his name through the wall that made him realize that the arsonist wanted him. Not the other way around. 

"I can't believe that I ever thought that I would want you to touch me. I should have known from day fucking one that you were nothing but a gross pervert that--" Dabi is still going, the words full of vitriol, but they slide easily over Tomura's skin. He knows what he likes, knows what he doesn't, and he knows now that he is just not a person made for subtlety. If his teacher gives him shit about this later then fine. But for now, he wants to make sure that he and Dabi are on the same page. 

Tomura moves while Dabi is still ranting and he gets into his space faster than Dabi can send flames arching off of his skin. He wraps his fingers around his wrist, four of them to keep from hurting the other man, and he holds him still as he backs him up until he's pinned to the bar and Dabi's rage is quieting as his eyes go wide and round like a deer caught in headlights. "I didn't make you dream about me." He tells him, his voice low and his words deliberate. "You started dreaming about me only a few days after you got here. You started whimpering and moaning my name as you writhed around in your sheets and made a mess in your pants over and over again from how much you wanted me to give you my attention. I waited a week to see if you would come to me and ask me to touch you the way your dreams were telling me you wanted, and you didn't do it. So I tried to see what you liked, I tried to make you feel as good as I could when I wasn't allowed to touch you until you came to me. You're the one who wanted it all so much that your dreams were so easy to shape. I didn't think that you would be so scared when you realized that, that you would run away from me. I didn't peg you as such a coward, baby girl." 

Tomura doesn't know if he feels as satisfied or as vindicated when Dabi whimpers so, so softly in the back of his throat as he's held in place. He doesn't think he likes it when he realizes that... Dabi really does look... scared. 

He forces himself to let go of his wrist, to rest his hands on either side of the bar instead so that Dabi is still trapped, but he isn't in immediate danger from his touch. "You know that you're allowed to dream, don't you, Dabi? You can want me." He murmurs, making his tone more gentle despite the weeks of torture that this entire situation has created for them both. "I heard how upset you would get sometimes. You can want to feel good and have it however you like. You don't have to be ashamed of that, firefly." Dabi doesn't meet his eyes anymore and he's worried that the other man would have actually chosen to disappear if he was blessed with that kind of quirk. "I'm sorry for overstepping," he says as sincerely as he can manage. The only reason he didn't confront Dabi about this right away was because he thought doing so would scare him away. He didn't think that the more roundabout way he chose to do this would backfire in exactly the same way. "But I would be happy to show you how many ways that you can feel good if you let me, firefly. And if you decide you don't want that, if you don't ever want to talk about this with me again, then you can tell me that too, Dabi, and I won't ever bring it up again. I'll talk to my teacher about having more soundproofing put into our rooms, and we don't have to ever deal with this." That couldn't be farther from what Tomura wants in this moment, but he's already, clearly, taken way too many liberties with Dabi so far. He needs to rein himself in and make sure he's thinking about the good of his subordinate and the good of this crew first and foremost. He doesn't have the amount of pieces that he did before. He can't afford to waste them now just because he's desperate to see if Dabi's skin tastes like smoke too. 

Dabi doesn't look up at him, doesn't say anything to him. He looks so... meek, and that twists Tomura's stomach, not even sure how he'll fix this, if he even can. He looks for some magic tangle of words that will do it, but before he can find them, Dabi takes a tiny, shaky breath. He catches the hem of Tomura's shirt and keeps him there like he needs to figure out what words he wants to use instead. He does his best to be patient for them as he feels the heat rolling off of Dabi's skin. It... soothes some of the anxiety beneath Tomura's, his body always unnaturally cool because of his death-like quirk, and always enjoying having someone else warm against him.

When, after a few minutes, Dabi doesn't manage to find his words again, Tomura makes him another offer, his voice softer and more gentle. He only wants to see Dabi cry if it's around the pleasure that he's pushing into his skin. He doesn't want to actually make the other man so upset. "Do you want me to help you feel good, Dabi? We don't have to. You can ask me to stop whenever you want. But I'll help you feel good too if you want that instead, baby." 

There's more of a long silence between them, but before Tomura can try to take Dabi's hand from his shirt and recommend, what? That he find a sex therapist to help him get through whatever these hang-ups are, Dabi barely manages to give a weak nod. 

He's not prepared for the way that tiny gesture makes his whole chest feel so full that it might burst. "Okay, baby girl. But you need to tell me if you want to stop. Daddy doesn't want to hurt you, princess." 

It's so much sweeter to have Dabi so close to him as he hears that shaky little breath leave him when he barely manages a whisper, "...Okay... Daddy." 

Tomura reaches for his face, not forcing him to meet his eyes just yet, his touch more gentle than it has been on previous partners in years, but still trying to be as kind as he can with it. His thumb rubs along the tops of his staples as he murmurs, "There's that pretty pink blush. Even cuter than I imagined it would be, baby girl." His skin grows warmer under his palm and Tomura hasn't been a gentle dom or a pleasure dom in a long time, but he'll do it for Dabi. He'll do whatever he can to prove to him that sex can feel good, that his fantasies don't make him anything besides what he wants to own. He can be his princess and still be his second-in-command. "Can I give you a kiss?" 

Dabi still hesitates before he nods weakly, and when Tomura coaxes his head up, a little unsure about a timid Dabi after all of the other ways he's seen the arsonist behave since they first met, blue eyes only flicker to his before they look elsewhere. 

Okay. Tomura leans in and gives him a chaste kiss. Something soft and gentle that just floats their lips together with an affection he didn't think was taking shape inside of himself alongside the lust that Dabi has been inspiring. Dabi doesn't know how to ask for what he wants, he should have known that by now. But he also knows the way he sounds when he's getting upset. So he can figure it out. Until he gets Dabi into the right headspace to actually try negotiation-- if the other man even knows what that is. None of this has been the best practice for getting into something like this, so he doesn't think he'll fuck it up any worse so long as he's being gentle with his firefly. He gives him his chaste kiss, and then another, pressing a little longer, tilting his head so that their lips seal together more completely, but he doesn't try to open Dabi's mouth. He waits until he gets a shaky little sigh between their lips and Dabi tentatively flicks his tongue over his lips instead. Then he starts to lick inside. He knew that Dabi had a tongue stud, but it still feels strange against his, though the line of staples that runs along the back of Dabi's is far more distinctive, as is the place in his mouth where his cheeks are stapled together. But it's still good. He will happily learn these oddities of Dabi's body if he's given the opportunity to. 

Tomura kisses Dabi until they are both short of breath and when Dabi's eyes open again, they are hazy and he forgets enough of his embarrassment to actually meet his eyes. 

"You're so cute, baby girl." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Kept imagining how adorable you would be getting all worked up with my touches against your skin." He says as he moves along Dabi's jaw, his hands moving lightly over his body. Dabi is in his full uniform, coat and all, and he wonders if he could ever get the other man into something cuter. He could put him in a little set of lingerie. Something that would cup his pretty tits the same way his palms do through the other's shirt, his own arousal starting to spark higher as he realizes that Dabi has barbells through his nipples too. "Pretty tits that you made even cuter with your jewelry. Pull up your shirt, princess. Let Daddy see." He hasn't been a Daddy dom often either, but he doesn't care. He'll be whatever Dabi needs until the arsonist can figure that out for himself. 

Dabi trembles, a little wisp of smoke coming off his cheek as he reaches down and pulls his shirt up so that Tomura can see his skin. He sees how low the scar over his neck goes, how the one he felt under his palm eats up a large swath of his stomach. He notices how thin he is. There is muscle on him, but it's wirey, like he only has ever been able to keep on the absolute minimum he needs to be able to fight the way he does to hold onto his agility. He'll make sure that his firefly has every meal with him. He'll make sure that he's getting enough rest. He'll take care of him the way that his baby girl is finally letting him, and he's not just going to start and stop by making his body feel good during sex. He doesn't know how much he can help Dabi after everything else he's gone through, but he can do whatever is in his power to help make sure that Dabi's body feels good for him to live in from this point forward. He drags his eyes back up to his chest so he can see the silver barbells pierced through his nipples and he smiles at him before moving a hand to thumb against the bud and metal both. 

"You're so pretty, all decorated like this, princess. Maybe Daddy will get you some new jewelry. You would look even cuter with little hearts or bows here to show everyone how adorable you are." It's less cute and more mind-meltingly hot when Tomura gives Dabi that light touch and he hears how loudly the other man moans. Fuck, he thought that it was just the dream, the lack of inhibitions that had made his baby girl so loud when he talked about playing with his tits, but just that light touch has his nipples pebbled and as Tomura rolls one between his fingers, he also sees how Dabi's cock is starting to tent his pants. He dips his head so that he can lick at the other, his free hand moving down to pull at Dabi's belt. He isn't going to tease him, isn't going to make him wait. He just wants Dabi to trust him to make him feel good. That's all that matters. He just needs to know that he can have this without it being taken away or it being wrong. 

Dabi's skin does taste like smoke, but Tomura doesn't think he's ever going to be able to bring himself to care, not when he whimpers so cutely for him, moans so softly as his hand clutches his shirt tighter, the other curling around the edge of the bar so roughly that Tomura sees his knuckles going white out of the corner of his eye. 

"What's wrong, princess? Too much?" Maybe the reason he's so nervous, why he has so many wet dreams, why he was so ashamed of them, is because Dabi... doesn't have any experience with his sexuality. Maybe he's never been in anyone else's bed, or maybe he's never been with a guy, or maybe he's only ever had bad experiences. But the way he grips at the counter tells him so quickly that he needs to be even more gentle as he pauses what he's doing and looks back at him. He's not expecting to see that Dabi's eyes have gone pink along his lower lashline, as... blood wells in his eyes like tears. Fuck. "Do you want me to stop, Dabi?" 

He shakes his head weakly. 

"Okay, but I need you to tell me what's wrong. What don't you like, sweetheart?" He lets go of his belt, takes his hand away from his chest, and gently tries to loosen Dabi's grip from around the bar. "Do you not want to be Daddy's baby girl? You can be my firefly instead, Dabi." 

The other man manages to shake his head weakly. He thought he got louder, enjoyed the dreams for longer when he'd tried to introduce that kind of play into Dabi's subconscious, but it is a relief to know that's not the thing causing him so much distress. It's a little more heartbreaking though, when Dabi asks, "Is this another dream?"

"No, baby." He says. Fuck. It's not like he wasn't perfectly aware that Dabi's life must have been hard, must have hurt for him to end up a villain, for him to end up with his skin stapled onto his body just to hold him together. But it breaks something deep inside of him to hear how completely he seems to believe that anything good or soft like someone touching him with the want layered into Tomura's skin, shouldn't belong to him. He gives him another kiss as achingly sweet and tender as he thinks that he can manage and then he very carefully, ensuring he won't ever have all five fingers against Dabi's skin even if he flinches, then he pinches him hard enough that it hurts. Hard enough Dabi hisses a breath through his teeth as he exclaims, sounding more like himself than he has since Tomura put his hands on him, 

"Fuck, ouch, Duster!" Then he seems to realize, seems to let himself believe. And then one hand is tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck and the other is curling around his shoulder to help pull him in, and Dabi is crashing their mouth back together hungrily. Tomura takes that enthusiasm as far as it can go, devouring his firefly as his hands move over his skin, back down to his belt so he can hastily finish unthreading it. Tomura gets the belt loose and then the clasps keeping his pants closed, before he is reaching into Dabi's pants and palming over his cock. 

The texture throws him off for a second as his mind short circuits slightly as he feels something far harder than flesh along his length. There is a moment where he's worried that the reason he has so little control, that he thinks all sex hurts, is because his dick is stapled on like the rest of his skin. So he pulls his pants and undergarments down before he hooks his hands around the backs of his thighs and lifts him up onto the bar, not caring that anyone could walk in and see them. All it takes is Kurogiri or Toga to come home unexpectedly, his teacher to start up the computer in the corner of the room, and he doesn't give a fuck. He'll have Dabi falling apart with his pleasure right here as he breaks their kiss so he can get a better look at his wildfire's cock as he moves his hand back to it, loving the loud, needy moan that falls unabashedly from Dabi's lips. Like all of this is only making him hotter too. He thinks the heat rolling off of Dabi's body might melt his brain as he sees he's not stapled, he just has a line of piercings going along the underside of his cock. 

"Princess," His own arousal has been a dull burn through his body as he's touched Dabi's. He always likes to focus more on what he's doing to his subs before he takes his own pleasure into account. But his cock aches too as he very quickly has Dabi rutting his hips into his touch, his fingers tight where he's holding onto him, as he looks down at Tomura's hand, his face hot with his blush and his teeth sunk into his lip as the blush burns so brightly across his cheeks. "Fuck, baby girl, had to make your clit so cute too. Does that feel good, sweetheart?" He asks, moving his thumb up along the underside of him, feeling the memorizing way that his soft skin has been stretched taut over each thin bar of metal. 

"Uh-huh," he barely gets the affirmation, Dabi starting to tremble on the bar as Tomura's stroke brings a gush of his pre coating his palm. Tomura is going to lose his mind. He thought that Dabi was just getting off so easily because he was asleep, but from the way that he's getting so wet against his palm just with a few strokes, he suddenly is certain that he could bring him off just as quickly while he's awake. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "More, please, Daddy?" 

"Of course you can have more, princess." He agrees immediately. Tomura isn't certain if he's ever felt as intoxicated when he's actually been drunk as he feels when Dabi is asking him so sweetly like that for more of the pleasure that Tomura can offer him right now. He isn't going to tease him. He's just going to help his baby girl feel good. When they've gotten to the point where that stops being so foreign to Dabi, they can talk about other kinds of play. But as he starts to stroke him again, Dabi tightens his fingers in his hair and tries to get him to stop. "What is it, baby?" He knows his palm isn't very wet. They could absolutely use some lube, but he would rather spit into his hand like a horny teenager than have to take Dabi all the way upstairs before he gives him his pleasure right here. 

"You too?" He barely manages to look at him as he asks for that and Tomura has a horrible suspicion that he shouldn't have let this happen at all because there is no way he's going to be able to work with Dabi after this. He's never going to be able to focus on anything again but how sweet his baby girl is as he asks him for more. 

"Okay, princess. We can feel good together." He lets go of Dabi somewhat reluctantly as he has to undo his own jeans and slip his hand into his boxers. He pulls himself out, slicking his own length with Dabi's pre, and can't help that sharper note of self-satisfied arousal when he sees Dabi drip even more as he realizes how big he is. It's something he always delights in sharing with his partners and when Dabi is already pretending to be this, "Come here, princess. Daddy is going to let you feel a real cock against your cute little clit." 

He wraps his hands back around Dabi's hips, angling them so that he can bring their cocks together, the slide of it still a little rough from the lack of lube, but the texture of Dabi's piercing and the heat that is pouring off his body is so good. Tomura has had a few partners over the years, but even just from the first touch, he knows that Dabi is always going to be bright in his memory if his spark slips through his fingers. He hopes he can figure out how to hold onto it without it going out for as long as he can. Dabi seems to like the friction too, and he moans again, the sound rough and desperate as he trembles, is hips giving a tiny, aborted thrust as he realizes what he did before those pretty, bright blue eyes flick to his, looking for permission because Dabi is already being such a good girl. 

Tomura kisses him again and doesn't care about finesse, about patience, about control, the way he always has before when he's had his bed partners with him like this. Dabi wants to feel good, he's wanted it so badly that it's chased him into his sleep night after night for weeks. Tomura isn't about to deny him that now. He starts to move against Dabi, and as soon as his baby has permission, he starts to grind back against him. Every movement makes pleasure tingle through Tomura's body, Dabi's mouth parting around more whines and moans as their skin grows wetter and the movements a little smoother the more their bodies meet. Tomura is tempted to wrap his hand around them both and let his hand creep that friction higher, but the messy slide of them moving like this, just grinding together in such a base, carnal way is enough for him right now as their breaths grow hotter, Dabis tinged with smoke. Tomura is going to be addicted to that smell, to the way that it tastes on his tongue as he leans in to get kiss after kiss before he has to move to Dabi's neck, to his chest again, his own arousal burning hotter in his veins with every broken keen of pleasure that he gets to slip from his wildfire's lips as he uses his on Dabi's body. Never going to be able to fuck him with any of the others in the building without them hearing him crying, 

"Daddy," through the walls as he gives himself over to the pleasure. Good. He would love for everyone in the world to know just how much pleasure he's trying to layer into Dabi's skin. 

"You feel so good, princess." He tells him, his tongue flicking one last time over his nipple, now pink and a little swollen from how he's teased at them. But more than worth it because having his pretty tits played with is making Dabi leak even more against him, his hips grinding harder into his body as well. The slide of their cocks against one another is seeping that deeper, sharper heat up along the base of his spine and Tomura thinks that his baby must be getting close because he's starting to shake even worse, taking his hands from Tomura's body as his palms start to burn almost uncomfortably hot as they do. "Are you getting close, baby?" 

Dabi whimpers, his fingers tightening around the edge of the bar. "I'm sorry, Daddy--" He gives a weak sob, "C-couldn't keep count--" 

And Tomura is going to go back in time and throttle himself. He's going to tear apart the world to find whatever or whoever made Dabi doubt himself and his own pleasure so much. "Shh, it's okay, baby girl. We don't need to count. You're being so good for Daddy. You can cum whenever you want to, princess. Daddy just wants to keep making you feel good." 

That's what breaks Dabi. With a soft sob and with a loud moan, and then he's giving one more rough thrust before he's cumming across their skin, his spend so hot against Tomura's that the heat of it has him hissing as it makes his body tingle pleasurably. 

"That's it, baby, you did such a good job. Daddy's so proud of you and so happy you let him help you feel good." 

Dabi's tears are bloody, but Tomura doesn't care. He can't help that seeing those, feeling Dabi shaking through his orgasm, makes his own need all the more insistent across his own veins. So he lifts one of Dabi's legs higher over his hip, moving so that his cock is pressing between Dabi's cheeks, wet with his wildfire's cum, as he kisses away the bloody, blissful tears that slip over his imperfect skin. He starts to move, trying to get to a rhythm that has him falsely fucking his cock against Dabi's hole, enjoying the friction of their skin and imagining how much better it would be to learn how hot his insides will be if he has him tight around his cock. Tomura chases his own pleasure, letting go of his restraint, so that he can fuck against Dabi's body a few more times as he comes down from his orgasm and goes all loose-limbed and soft, as he works himself up into his. He grinds against him a few more times before his balls draw tight and he lets his orgasm rip across his nerves, spilling his cum all along Dabi's skin and making him gasp so sweetly as it happens. 

It takes a handful of seconds for that pleasure to stop pulsing along his cock, the flood of endorphins through him relaxing tension throughout his body that he hadn't even known he was holding onto. But when he's able to start to catch his breath and think straight again, he twists to give Dabi another one of those sweet, chaste kisses. 

"Why don't we go up to my bed, princess? Daddy can keep making you feel good, or we can clean up and sleep. Whatever you want, firefly." He tells him. He's pretty sure he would do nearly anything for Dabi at this point. 

Dabi looks so dazed from his pleasure, but he does manage to nod weakly as Tomura waits for his response. He still doesn't move until after he's gotten another kiss though. Tomura gives him three more as he gets him off the bar and pulls his pants up for him. They're both a mess, but it is a private amusement that he feels flicker through his head as he knows that Dabi is more than used to walking through the base with cum soiling his pants. 

They make it upstairs without much fanfare and when they have, Dabi presses back against his body before Tomura can even reach to turn on the lights. He can't see well enough in the dark to tell with his eyes, but Dabi's body feels very warm, so he thinks that means that he's blushing hotly under his skin. 

"...Daddy?" 

Tomura doesn't know if he's ever going to get tired of hearing how sweetly Dabi can say that honorific. "What is it, princess?" 

He ducks his head a little again, his fingers tangled in his shirt. "Want something I haven't dreamed about." He tells him, and when Tomura just wraps his hands around his hips and tries to soothe him by rubbing his thumbs against the sharp bones of his hips, he barely manages to actually whisper his question. "Will you... put your cock in my cunt, Daddy? It felt good before but-- please?" 

Tomura still thinks most things in life are random chance or a deliberate choice on someone's behalf. But hearing Dabi ask that of him so sweetly and realizing that they could have started doing this weeks ago if he had been upfront about hearing him through the wall makes Tomura choose to swear off of subtlety for the rest of his fucking life. "Oh, princess, you're going to be such a sweet little whore for Daddy's cock, aren't you?" The words are sugar sweet when he says them and they have Dabi moaning weakly as he nods and presses himself harder against Tomura's body, letting him hear how the cum in his pants has soaked them, and letting him feel how Dabi's cock is already starting to get hard again despite that. "That's okay, baby girl. Daddy's going to enjoy making sure that his precious princess is all worn out and satisfied." He noses down Dabi's cheek and gives him a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Going to show you that I'm better than any dream." 

Dabi twists enough to catch his lip again and Tomura starts to walk him back towards the bed, starting by slipping Dabi's coat off of his body. He's going to savor having the other man in his bed. He's going to make sure that he gives Dabi every inch of pleasure that he can manage before he lets the other go again. It's a very good thing he has some silicone lube in his bedside drawer, because if he didn't then he would be worried that the heat that he's going to have pouring off of Dabi's body would break down the water-based stuff way too quickly. 

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Hands on him. Not wrapped in leather, not made safe by magic or fantasy. Just safe because he's so careful with them as they run along his skin. They touch him everywhere, moving over his scars like they aren't disturbing, his mouth following there when his fingers go lower, when they're so wet and slick, and they push into his body like he was made to have them inside. He doesn't know if his body has ever gotten so hot, if his head has ever floated so high, but as it happens, Dabi can only savor it. Tomura's cock isn't blurry, it's thick and long and it feels so good when it pushes inside to the space he's opened for himself. He presses against Dabi's insides so perfectly and then he makes him sing and sob his pleasure as he starts to move inside of him. It's never too hard, never too fast. He never forsakes Dabi's pleasure for his own even now that he's got his cock inside of Dabi's cunt. He is good to him. Too good, too perfect. It must be a dream. It has to be. He would never have someone treating him so sweetly otherwise. It has to be a dream. But when he starts to cry again, he remembers the way that Tomura's fingers felt just as real and solid as they pinched his skin as his cock did fucking deeply inside of him, as his lips do as he gives him another devouring kiss as he tries to bring his body to his orgasm again and again. 

Dabi aches as he tries to find it in this hazy, soft space, but it doesn't feel right. It... doesn't feel real enough for him to try and find the pleasure in it that he wants. And as he starts to think that, his body goes from feeling heavy and his head so light, to all of him coming back together into one cohesive piece as he reaches out and finds Tomura's body evaporating like mist--

///

And then he's waking up with it pressed along his back, as solid as the bed that they're lying on top of. There's only a top sheet underneath them, only a throw on their bodies, tangled around their feet, because by the time they'd had their fill of each other the night before, Tomura had barely been able to get Dabi to get his shaky legs under him for long enough to even stand to pull the soiled fitted sheet off of his bed and toss it into the corner of the room with their shed clothes. He'd gone and gotten a warm, wet washcloth and had brought it gently over Dabi's skin as he kept peppering his face with kisses and telling him... what a good girl he had been. How proud he was that he'd figured out how to ask for what he wanted when they had really gotten into it after Dabi had so thoroughly embarrassed himself by bursting back into the bar and accusing the other of every single dream that led up to hearing Tomura masturbating through the wall. Humiliating beyond words at the time, but at least Duster had still been willing to take him to bed, to... make sure that Dabi felt good. 

'In the morning, we can talk about where we go from here. But Dabi, I want to do this again. As many times as you let me. Promise me you'll remember that.' Those had been the last words that Dabi remembers hearing. Murmured against the back of his neck as they settled in to sleep and Dabi's tongue had been too heavy to say anything at all in response. He'd just let the reassurance that Tomura wants him sit heavy on his mind as he had drifted off held in the other's arms. It was nice. He didn't know that falling asleep with someone in their bed could feel so good. It still feels good as he feels Tomura's naked chest pressed along his spine, his arms wrapped around him. He put on the gloves only when they had settled into sleep. To protect Dabi when his conscious mind couldn't anymore. It made something so soft and sweet try to coil its roots through his stomach. He tries not to shift too much, just meaning to lean back deeper into the touch because it feels so nice. He loves the way that he can feel the soft puffs of Duster's breath against his shoulder as his forehead is tucked against the back of his neck. 

But shifting back like that also makes him aware that Tomura's cock is half hard. Probably just morning wood given how still he is and how calm his breathing stays even when Dabi brushes against him. But for as weirdly sweet as Shigaraki had been the night before as he took him apart, Dabi can't entirely get over the fact that Duster really had figured out that he was having so many wet dreams, and then he had gone and tried to make them worse by making sure that Dabi would hear him as he started to get off in his room. That was some stupid, somewhat evil, villain bullshit and it made Dabi spiral so humiliatingly that he thinks he's owed a little more payback.

Dabi doesn't know if Tomura even has an ounce of shame in him, so he doesn't think that just stroking him or grinding back against him until he wakes up with cum all over himself the way that Dabi has been for weeks will really phase him at all. But he can make him sore when he does finally wake. So he reaches very slowly, and very carefully, trying to make sure that he doesn't wake the other man as he reaches into the bedside drawer that he remembers him grabbing for the night before. The lube they used then has been hastily thrown back inside of it and Dabi takes it out, unscrewing the cap rather than let it make a loud click in the quiet room. He pours some into his hand and begins to heat it with his quirk, reaching back to slick Tomura's cock, the strokes bringing him up to full hardness as Dabi tries not to be intoxicated by just the size of him before he withdraws to recap the lid and put it back into the drawer. He has to be just as careful as he moves closer again and hopes his body is still pliant enough as he steadies Tomura's cock and starts to bring their hips together again. Dabi bites his lip as he does his best to not make a sound as he slips the other's cock inside of him. He opens for him again and it feels so good and he knows it would feel better if he let himself grind into him when he finally gets him as deeply as he can at this angle. But he stops. He doesn't want to make him cum too soon. He wants to keep Daddy inside his pussy until he's aching and sore the way that Dabi was aching for him for weeks. It's only fair. 

Dabi keeps trying to tell himself that as he settles, his whole body getting warm and his clit getting hard as he stays so safe and cozy in Daddy's arms. Worth the wait to feel this good. Both in warming Daddy's cock until he wakes up, and for how long it took for Dabi to get onto the same page as him. This is worth all of the messes he was rushing to clean up every morning if it means that his waking hours can be even sweeter than his dreams. 

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WATCH OUT: DRUG SUPPLY CHAIN SECURITY ACT IS HERE FOR FDA DRUG TRACK AND TRACE. HOW TO KEEP UP WITH THE US PHARMACEUTICAL SERIALIZATION AND TRACEABILITY?

US Pharmaceutical Serialization and Traceability

Status in 2019

The drug supply chain security act, as enacted by the US Congress in 2013, is now maturing into its latter half with a critical goal approaching in 2023. Presently, it is looking for transformational DSCSA compliance changes for US drug market wholesalers. USFDA registered wholesalers are looking for serialization, and verification requirements are due on 27 November 2019.

The manufacturers, repackagers are already on a well-directed path for lot-to-package level pharmaceutical serialization and traceability. The upcoming four years will see some significant changes, integration scenarios, and updates of USFDA DSCSA compliance software. It will help build a highly automated, secured, seamless supply chain.

Critical Steps for

Pharmaceutical Serialization and Traceability

to enhance FDA Drug Track and Trace Capability

(read more about guidelines & deadlines)

Manufacturers

Manufacturers will always have a requirement of GTIN, Serial Number, Lot Number, Expiry Date (in a human-readable format), and GST Datamatrix. Traditional pharma businesses can look to sourcing these requirements cost-effectively. Established ones can always look into building a better cost-effective facility with a dedicated in-house facility.

Pharmaceutical serialization and traceability can only be sustainably achieved with a localized copy of the database. It should be maintained at the manufacturer’s office. It should be verifiable with a decentralized database for printing GTIN, serial number, Lot number, expiry date, and GST data matrix. All this information has to be channeled on a large scale for the packaging and labeling of various prescribed drugs.

Repackagers

All repackagers and white label service beneficiaries are required for drugmakers. There should be just not be passed into the market without serialization. Pharmaceutical Serialization and Traceability can die a miserable death if medicines manufactured at other vendors’ facilities do not get serialized. It is crucial before officially making the first move into before the supply chain, followed by regulatory compliance acknowledgment.

There should be a system of checks, balances, and re-verification to ensure FDA Drug Track and Trace. It is highly advisable to keep a frequently updated secondary database for following up. It should be maintaining a consensus between data flow is drug packages transit.

Wholesalers

Wholesalers have a huge responsibility and verification of transit data packages, the receipt, and checking for many levels. A wholesaler should try to build a dedicated in the house IoT-automation based warehousing system, which taps in continuous data streams.

It will be helpful in automated serialization, authentication based on a barcode, and data received from the actual digital supply chain, and further verification while down the lane distribution.

The inclusion of IoT-based, who has a network of devices, will reduce the human intervention and possibilities of errors. Automation is expected to reduce the overall idle time; shelf-life is critical, challenging to handle the ones that increase the cost of logistics and warehousing due to temperature.

Dispensers

Logistic partner screen tries to infiltrate a culture of the tools that are bumper-to-bumper driving trucks reducing Airdrie again fuel consumption to a great extent. It is known for increasing the overall cost-effectiveness by 31%. The last mile deliveries and end-logistics can be delegated with delivery-tracking and management systems.

Complete supply chain

Pharmaceutical serialization and traceability facilitates FDA Drug Track and Trace. It will increase seamless communication facilities. It is going to be a transitional phase in pharmaceutical serialization and traceability. It will help the FDA maintain and enhance FDA track and trace it through a digital system.

Pro tips for all pharma supply chain partners:

Please keep a secondary database

Always maintain them frequently update consignment details

Be an active partner on your supply chain digital platform

Act accordingly and get the knowledge to hold request that all levels

Conclusion

Pharmaceutical serialization and Traceability endeavors with drug supplies and security act are entirely directed for enabling FDA track and trace. It will reduce the counterfeits, stolen, low activity drug introduction into the supply chain. It requires a reliable DSCSA compliance software that brings a single solution for pharma supply chain partners and regulators to a single platform. Upcoming years will seek technology adoption. There will be essential urgency among US pharmaceutical businesses to choose a technology partner for further compliance, integration, and management.

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Control Yourself

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @0-seareality-0 on Tumblr. Tomura has always liked the feeling of control. Given how he was when his teacher found him, given his quirk, given the fact that this world was not made to even accept him, he always has wanted to exert that control over himself and his surroundings as much as possible. It’s really no surprise those tendencies followed him into the bedroom, even when he’s indulging in his own fantasies as things start to take shape with the new League of Villains. 

Contents: Pre-Relationship, Masturbation, Orgasm Control, Edging, Fantasies, Dub-Con Fantasy, Degradation, Humiliation, Praise, Oral Sex, Cum Eating, Premature Ejaculation, Small Penis Humiliation, Feminization, Crossdressing, Lingerie, Dacryphilia, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation. Sadism, Masochism, Cock and Ball Torture (light), Intercrural Sex

Word Count: 13,484

"Don't slip." Dabi's voice rings across the bar with a sneer. Tomura picks up the glass that Kurogiri slid across the bar for him in one smooth movement. He doesn't know who the fuck was responsible for raising Dabi, or who let him run around on the streets talking to his betters like that, but he is every tempted to see if he can whip the cup directly at his head. The alcohol dousing his skin would stop him from erupting in flames and the hard glass connecting against his head would be equally as effective in shutting the asshole the fuck up. Tomura would be able to get up from the bar and close the distance from his position then and he could have four fingers around Dabi's throat and force the arsonist to start taking him seriously once he did. He wouldn't even end up tearing open his stitches if he did that. 

"I never slip." Is all he actually says as he lifts the glass, whisky on the rocks, to take a sip as the rest of the new League of villains drink and eat after a long day of physical training. Another hour, maybe less if Toga gets her way, and then she'll be trying to get the others to head with her to go elsewhere, wanting a chance to run around now that she has blood supplied by Ujiko and no real adult supervision without her parents around anymore. After that, Tomura won't have to be social anymore and he's looking forward to the quiet for a bit. He used to go to the mall, to La Vénus, or just walk to the nearest park whenever he wanted to be around more people. Usually, being around lots of people helps him to clear his head. The chatter of so many other lives around him, ironically, does not make him feel more connected to other people. It just makes him more acutely aware of the things that he doesn't like about the people around him, the world at large and how this society treats them, the things that it finds valuable and those it finds worthless. 

Being around this new League makes him all the more aware of the prejudice and suffering that caused the majority of them to be villains. It makes him angry to spend time around them. Magne who has been hurt and turned into a joke because of her identity. Toga who wasn't ever given a chance because of her quirk and who was forced to pretend until it nearly shattered her. Shuichi who wasn't even given the option of trying to hide from the prejudice that he has been faced with since birth. Twice who shouldn't have ever been here, but the government threw him away in the eyes of the callous law and left him so isolated that his path was sealed and with his brain injury and record, there's no hope of ever recovering in the eyes of this world. Mr. Compress hasn't been forthcoming with anything about his identity, but he treats the others well, he seems just as keenly aware of the faults in this world and he doesn't ever flinch from them. 

And then there's Dabi. The arsonist who puts on a dumb dialect to try and act like his constantly half-lidded blue eyes aren't always on all of them and trying his best to analyze everything as if that will give him the leg up on them all if he ever needs it. A jerk who is constantly insubordinate, who never even shows All For One the respect that he deserves, and who seems to revel in the idea of causing problems on purpose and being as mysterious as possible. Tomura half-hopes that the scars all over his body are because he was in some kind of truly traumatic and fucked up interaction with heroes or something, because if Dabi is just  like that because he's a douchebag, then Tomura is going to decay Kurogiri along with Dabi as payback for the nomu stopping him from killing the bastard the first time they met. 

"Yeah, right. Bet the reason you're so uptight and weird is 'cause you dusted your own dick jacking it to your waifus or whatever." 

There isn't enough alcohol in the glass to coat enough of Dabi's skin to keep him from incinerating him if he were to throw it. So Tomura does his best to ignore Dabi and the rest of the League as Toga pesters Magne to take them all to some underground fighting ring that she knows about. 

"Maybe some other time, kid," She tells her. "Don't want to head there already wiped from training. But there is a great place that does ice cream on saltbread a few streets over we could head to instead. We can do a girl's night!" 

That seems to be equally as exciting to Toga as going and watching people beat each other bloody, and she and Magne depart, the two of them heading out signalling to the others that it's probably also about time to start to wind down as well. 

Spinner, Compress, and Twice all have their own apartments as well, only, unfortunately, Dabi and Toga staying here at base with him. But if she's going out with Magne, then the chances they don't end up having a sleepover at her apartment is slim to none. Toga loves her knives and blood, but she adores classically feminine things too and hasn't had any genuine, accepting companionship in her life. She and Magne have absolutely latched onto each other as Toga is so genuinely excited to take part in those things with Magne who soaks them up just as happily after being stuck in a very close-minded and male-dominated field since her transition. So the two of them often go and have 'girl's night' whenever they feel like doing something like that. But the others will just go to their own places, and he clocks Dabi grabbing his coat as well. He doesn't say shit about that. He doesn't want to hear whatever annoying thing Dabi would say if he chose to show any interest in what he's doing outside of this building. As is, his teacher had more than enough spies all around this area that Tomura feels very sure that Dabi can't be working as a double agent outside of here, and thus he doesn't give a shit where he goes so long as he doesn't have to deal with his attitude again until they start training again tomorrow morning. At least, if nothing else, Dabi is very dedicated to their training. 

When all of the others have left, Tomura finishes his drink and gestures for another. He never allows himself to get drunk, or even tipsy, in front of the others. No matter the crude remarks Dabi made about his quirk, Tomura prides himself on how well he's trained to be able to keep himself and the things around him safe so long as he's conscious. But he is already, as his teacher says, 'tactless' and he doesn't know or want to find out what he would actually say to the League, but especially Dabi if he ended up letting his tongue slip in front of them. Given that three of them are only here for Stain and the damned hero killer stabbed him as he turned down his offer, he doesn't want to risk slipping with that information before their debut locks them into the League without a way to disappear from the public eye. 

Kurogiri pours him another finger, but then he sets the bottle on the bar beside his glass and Tomura looks up at him. "If you won't need me tonight--" 

Tomura waves him off. He's sure Kurogiri has dozens of standing orders from his teacher as he continues his treatments. He isn't bothered that the creature has other responsibilities to see to, and a night alone at base could be... an indulgence that he needs. 

"I will return in the morning." Is all Kurogiri says before he disappears. Tomura pours himself a second finger of whisky and then puts the bottle back, heading upstairs to his room. 

He considers getting on his computer or on his handheld to game, but that isn't the kind of indulgence that he's really interested in tonight. No, instead he goes and takes a shower, able to actually have it warm for once without he, Dabi, and Toga all trying to get a share of the hot water. He checks over the stitches on his shoulder and is pleased enough that they seem to be healing well and should be able to come out in the next couple of days. Then he dresses in just his pajama bottoms and heads back to his room. He picks up his drink again on his way over to his bed, making sure that his door is locked, as he also retrieves his phone. He doesn't care much for music, but he doesn't have to curate the selection or pay it any mind when he takes a drink as he unlocks his phone and navigates over to his music app. La Vénus, the premier sex club in Kamino, has a station that pumps the same music as would be playing at the club into his bedroom speakers, though he keeps the volume far lower than it would be at the club. 

The music is a precaution more than anything else, just loud enough that the faint hum of it would be the thing someone would hear if they had their ear to the door over the sound of his hand moving over his cock. He hasn't gotten to go to V since his debut, won't get to go again for a good long while, and can't risk bringing a partner back to base just to satisfy himself. So, despite Dabi's crudeness, he will be letting himself blow off some steam the way that he can. Tomura sets his phone and glass on the nightstand, sheds his pants, and reaches for the bedside drawer. He has a die inside along with a few different toys that he often reaches for first when he can take someone else to bed. Condoms, lube, a stroker, cock ring, bullet vibrator, an anal plug, and a package of wipes to clean his toys and whatever else on his partners' bodies. But it's late and he thinks he just needs something simple tonight, so he just takes out the die and the lube. He rolls the square of plastic against the nightstand and it clatters a few times before stilling. 

Two. 

Tomura doesn't know if this would make anyone else start to warm, but as he settles into his bed, he lets his mind start to wander. He doesn't need to look at porn tonight, his mind is already full of what he wants as he lets his hands, one finger raised, start to move across his skin. 

Dabi is such a brat, but he knows how to tame a brat. He knows that someone who runs their mouth like that just needs to be put into their place. He would glare at him, all of that bright defiance in his eyes, and Tomura wouldn't pause, wouldn't hesitate to put his hand around his throat, one finger hovering away from oblivion, as he hisses, 

"You want to test my control? Alright, why don't I show you just how easily I can have you in my hand?" 

Tomura moves down his body, feeling over the new tender scars that linger on his body from Snipe's bullets as he lets his fantasy start to heat the blood in his veins. Putting Dabi in his place would be so good for his soul, especially if he got to break him as he did it. 

He presses his palm against Dabi's big, stupid belt and hooks three fingers under his waistband, of his pants and whatever he has on beneath them, and then he drops his remaining fingers. Dabi gasps, his skin going hot and a tremble going through him as the fabric and leather turns to dust against him. Tomura races his quirk down his legs so that Dabi is naked from the waist down. 

Does he have scars across his legs too? Tomura wonders as he reaches for his lube and squirts some into his palm, letting it warm as he decides. Yes, he probably would give what the rest of him looks like. But this is his fantasy and he does allow himself a different indulgence. 

"Oh, all that attitude and that's all you have?" The mockery falls off his tongue as easily as he keeps Dabi pinned to the wall, holding him in place with the promise of death if he dares to move.

"Shut up, mop head!" Dabi tries to snarl, his humiliation more than clear as he tries to cover up his soft, small cock from his sight. 

"Hands against the wall, little boy," He teases. "Or I'll tell everyone just how pathetic you really are." 

Tomura's cock starts to harden as he thinks about that. Being a villain already makes him a monster in the eyes of most of the world, but it's different to pretend to be another kind of one in his fantasies where he can't actually hurt anyone. He lets himself reach for his cock. 

He undoes his own pants, keeping his other hand around Dabi's neck as he trembles against the wall. His cheeks are so red with his humiliation as he is left standing half-naked in the bar. Adorable. It would be so nice to see Dabi embarrassed and quiet. Already broken and Tomura has barely started with him yet. He pulls himself out of his pants, his cock much thicker and longer than Dabi's and just the sight of him, half-hard, makes Dabi whimper. He tries not to let that go through him with a thicker pull of arousal as he watches his little cock start to harden too. 

"If you can be a good boy, then I'll help you feel good, Dabi." There is no offer of kindness in the words, only the promise of more violence if he doesn't listen to him and behave the way that he wants him to.

And of course this version of Dabi, just like the real thing, needs to be broken first. "Fuck you." The words are meager, but they give him the excuse that he wants and Shigaraki is not gentle when he takes both of their lengths in his hand and then starts to tighten his grip around Dabi's throat, cutting off his air as he smears the lube over their skin. 

His hand glides easily along himself even though he skipped over that inconsistency in the story he's weaving. Tomura feels the first curls of pleasure starting to go through him as he moves his hand along his cock. He is careful to always keep a finger raised, but it still feels good. It's been, fuck, probably at least a month since he was able to get off and he didn't realize just how badly he would need this, but it feels so good that his toes are already curling as he lets his hand move deliberately over himself. 

He knows how he likes to be touched like this, and it's so satisfying to feel Dabi's small cock getting harder against his own as, despite himself, Dabi also clearly likes these touches too. He bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut, and he still somehow manages to look angry even as Tomura makes him feel good. 

He keeps going, his mouth moving to nip along Dabi's jaw as he lets the other take thin sips of air through the pressure he puts at his throat. He doesn't know what the texture of his scars would be like, but it's easy to smell the smoke that seems to be constantly sitting on his skin as he moves his hand. It seems to take no time at all before his palm is getting so much wetter and Dabi biting his lip isn't doing what he wants anymore. He can't hide the little whimpers and moans that are coming out of him now, and he can't fight the way that his hips twitch forward to try and get more friction as he starts to feel so good. Tomura feels the burn of pleasure in his veins as well, savoring the way that, with Dabi helpless where he stands, Tomura is the one who is in complete control of how either of them will find their pleasure. He could do this for hours. He just might if it means that he can have Dabi sobbing beneath him, his little prick blushing so badly that his head will be almost as purple as his scars. It would be so satisfying to see him reduced to nothing but an eager receptacle for Tomura's pleasure. He could torture him with the waiting. Dabi doesn't seem like the type who would like that the way that he does. These thoughts swirl through his mind as he takes his hand from around them, a momentary reprieve that helps him keep his own pleasure and arousal in check, before he shifts. 

He intends to give Dabi a firm tap against his sac. He wants to cause him enough pain to stave off his orgasm, maybe to make him cry and beg, but at the last second the idea changes. And as he imagines how hard he would hit the other man, his fingers connect and Dabi lets out a humiliated moan as the pain sparks pleasure brightly enough across his nerves that he cums all over himself and Tomura. His little prick rapidly softens again as Dabi trembles and his eyes go tear-bright with his humiliation as he tries to pull at the hem of his shirt like that will actually hide what a mess he's made. 

Tomura lets himself let out a soft groan as he strokes himself a little tighter, a little faster, as he imagines how easy Dabi might be beneath that big attitude. Such an easy mark for Tomura's sadism if he can humiliate him so easily and can't afford to actually hurt him the ways he likes to in play. With the increase in his rhythm, Tomura feels his own arousal creeping higher, making his balls feel a little tighter and more aware of how good it would feel to have his relief. And that's what makes him pull back. He lightens his strokes, releases his grip completely after two, and then just traces his fingers along his cock. His nerves are all lit up and sensitive, his erection arched up towards his stomach as he feels a drop of pre slip from his head and along himself. His fingers follow it lightly, circling his head and then going back down along his length as he traces the veins that he can see and feel wound around himself. He forces his body to relax as he goes back into his fantasy. 

"Oh, that's absolutely pathetic, baby boy." He says with a cruel laugh. "Tiny little prick and you can't even control yourself? You cum when someone hits you, baby? It's a good thing that I found you first. At least I'll still let you work when I'm not training your pathetic little cock to be better." He says, the cruelty in his tone, in his words doing it. 

Dabi speaks again, but his words and breaths hitch as that attitude finally starts to slip away, as those pretty blue eyes go glassy with his shame and unshed tears. "S-shut up, Duster. Leave me alone." 

"You don't get to tell me what to do, pet." It's so easy to pull him away from the wall, to push him towards the back of the couch and make him bend over it as he lets out a terrified squeak. "You're going to stay right here, you're going to behave and keep your little prick from spilling again, or I'm going to have you on your knees licking your cum out of the upholstery." He leans along his back, shifting so that he can push his slick cock between Dabi's cheeks. He doesn't have much meat there, but it's still satisfying all the same to feel how warm he is, how his arsonist trembles and lets out a thin moan as it happens. "And you know what's worse?" He murmurs the words against the shell of Dabi's ear watching as the tears start to slip down his cheeks as he tries to shake his head to keep Tomura from forcing the words onto him that will recolor everything that he is right now as he's crafted in his mind for his amusement, "You're going to like it. You like it already. You haven't even noticed that I'm not holding onto you anymore." 

Dabi gives a weak sob and tries to shake his head again and the sight of his tears slipping over his cheeks is enough to have Tomura moving a bit harder against his ass, his hands shifting now to make the press of him tighter around his length as pleasure pulses up his spine. "No--" 

"Yes, you do, baby boy. Otherwise you wouldn't be playing with your pathetic little cock trying to get more already." 

Dabi cries harder, but he stops protesting as Tomura points out how his hand has snaked beneath his body so that he can stroke himself and make it feel good. He keeps moving, letting his head prod at Dabi's hole, but not letting himself sink inside. If he did that, then he wouldn't want to keep the same measured pace that he is right now, and hearing how every movement is making Dabi moan and whine like a well-trained whore is half of the fun. He wants the other to--

"Please," the word comes out so thin and watery. It's barely a word with how little breath that Dabi gives him. "Please, Tomura." He begs so softly, so cutely, so differently from the combativeness that he always greets Tomura with, and it puts a satisfaction beneath his veins that only makes Tomura more aroused. 

"If you want to cum again, you can, little boy. But you're going to be cleaning up your mess when you're done. You had better hope the others don't come back before you’re finished, or no one will ever think you're anything more than a desperate little cum slut again." 

Dabi barely lasts to the end of his sentence, moaning so loudly as he streaks his release against the back of the couch. 

The thought has Tomura realizing that he's tightened his hand back around himself and he hisses out a breath through his teeth. Fuck, that feels good. He's aching against his palm and he's already given up his orgasm once, but he rolled a two on the die, and he knows that the release will feel even better if he takes it after another instance of flexing his control over his body. 

So he pulls away from Dabi's body, knotting four fingers in his hair instead and pulling his head back. "Just can't help yourself, can you, baby? That's okay. Always thought being on your knees would be a good look for you. Sure having your mouth full of cock will be a better use for it than all of your vitriol." He pulls the other from the couch, but he doesn't have to make Dabi turn around to face him, doesn't have to push him down so that he gets on his knees. No, his mouthy little arsonist is broken enough, the brat tamed, and he sinks to his knees eagerly, his tears still streaking his flushed cheeks and his eyes glassy. His fingers curl into Tomura's jeans and he doesn't hesitate, opening his mouth and pressing his tongue out over his lower teeth before he waits, looking up at him so pleadingly. "What a good boy." He teases lightly before he steadies himself and feeds his cock into his eager mouth. 

Tomura moves his hand to his head. He knows how big he is, has seen how Dabi's staples strain when he speaks loudly or opens his mouth widely. He wouldn't be able to take him all the way inside, and the hand he has at his tip, he makes sure is the most soaked with his pre and lube, before he starts to flick his thumb teasingly over his head.

Dabi's tongue gives him little kitten licks for a moment, allowing himself to take in his flavor before he actually closes his lips around his glans and begins to suck. He can't take much of him inside, and seeing him struggle only makes Tomura's skin feel hotter and tighter as his little brat finally turns soft and sweet the way that Tomura usually prefers his submissives. He runs his hand through his hair, wondering if it should be stiff with hairspray or gel, but finding it soft instead. He makes sure that Dabi is being good, is licking at him like he adores his taste, and lets himself take his other hand to the base of his cock. 

It's not a rare thing that partners can't get their entire mouths around his length when he has them in his bed, so Tomura is used to stroking nearer to his root as they try to suck him off. It doesn't break the fantasy he weaves for himself to do it there too as he imagines--

Dabi moans so sweetly when he gets a gush of his pre against his tongue as Tomura's orgasm starts to press even more insistently against his veins. He already refused it once, twice, and now his balls feel tight and heavy and every inch of his prick is pulsing hot and heavy with his blood as he hopes to get what he wants soon. 

"That's it, baby boy. You're going to swallow every drop. Going to know that the next time you mouth off to me, I'll put you right back here, where you belong." 

Dabi moans around him and Tomura lets those vibrations feel good as they move along him and then lets himself pretend, lets himself stretch his own imagination, and doesn't tear open Dabi's jaw around the seams as he pushes himself deep into his mouth as he lets his orgasm tear across his nerves. 

Tomura lets out a harsh breath that is immediately eaten up by the heavy pulse of the music in the room. He tightens his grip around himself, stroking as much as he can through the pleasure as it comes for him. And it's so good as it does. He doesn't know how people who have the time to edge, don't bother. Every orgasm that he gets that comes after he's held off for so long makes his pleasure roll through his body more deeply, last longer, and feel more satisfying as the cum stops spilling from his tip and he is left naked on his sheets, panting softly as he does so. There is a dazed kind of bliss that comes in the wake of that and because his sub is only in his mind for now, he is able to let himself close his eyes, slip back into that fantasy as he enjoys his afterglow. 

Some of his cum leaked down Dabi's chin because he couldn't swallow it, but he is beyond caring. He's made another puddle on the floor, just a tiny one from his little cock because that was apparently enough to push him over the edge for a third time. Tomura strokes his hair once and then takes a step back, tucking himself away as he moves to sit on the bar, his drink still there. 

"Look at the mess you made, brat. I think it's time for you to clean it all up." Tomura sits down and picks up the glass, watching with a bone-deep satisfaction as he sees Dabi immediately dip his head to start licking up the little puddle of his cum on the floor.

Tomura waits until his breathing has returned to normal and his body feels heavy with his satisfaction before he reaches to the nightstand and takes out the wipes. He cleans himself up efficiently and then reaches for the glass again. He finishes his drink, turns off his music, and lets himself lay back against his bed. He and sleep have never been good friends or even slightly ameable acquaintances, but he foes feel relaxed enough now, for the first time in weeks, to let himself just try to let himself drift away. 

///

Things are very much back to usual after that. They have a summer camp to sack, forty students to figure out how to handle, along with half a dozen pros. They need support gear, training, planning, and to bring in a handful of additional recruits to plan things and make certain that whatever blindspots that they might have are being watched out for by someone else. It's a lot of work, and Tomura is fine with that. He can work as long and as hard as he needs to if that's what's going to shatter this world of false heroes. 

And as he spends more time with the League doing that, he doesn't necessarily get more fond of them. He already liked the majority of them, though he has some distaste for the three that his teacher finds for them to help fill the gaps that he'd mentioned. He doesn't like that Mustard is such a brat to everyone, thinking that he's the smartest person in the room with the arrogance of youth that thankfully Toga doesn't have. He doesn't like that Muscular doesn't care who or what kind of government system is in control, all of it is just a barrier that he wants to crash through if that means that he can do whatever the fuck he wants. And all he wants to do is hurt people and fight strong opponents. Tomura can't stand someone like him. Moonfish is just as bad. His hunger, his quirk, whatever made him like this shattered his mind. He's not like Twice. Twice still cares about people, he still is desperate to form connections, to become friends with them despite his messed up head. There's nothing left in Moonfish but his hunger and that is only being allowed because it's useful. 

But apart from the new members, he also learns more about the older ones. He sees over the course of their planning, how clever Compress, Magne, and more surprisingly, Dabi are. They are all very good at thinking on their feet and using their quirks in clever ways to help get themselves an edge up on the fight or any training exercise they get put through. And that cleverness extends outside of the combat, the three of them often taking point with him to try and make the plan for tackling the summer camp job. And when things are serious, when they do have to buckle down to work, Dabi's attitude melts away. He focuses in, more so than anyone else in the room, like every decision they make is life or death and needs to be thought about, while understanding that there are things that they simply cannot plan for and accepting that they will have to do a fair share of improvising when things come down to that, and then proving during their training exercises that he can think on his feet and is the best at being able to adapt his abilities to those changes. 

It's a surprise to him when he says, about a month out from the actual job itself, "I'm not going to be going into the field with you for your debut. So when you go in, Dabi will be in charge of the squad. He will have the nomu keyed to his orders, and you'll take your orders and report directly to him." And he sees how that knowledge settles in Dabi's body, sees the flicker of thoughts all behind his eyes as he acknowledges that even though Compress has more experience than him, his stealth is half of their plan in the first place and Magne's quirk is too good to not have her up front and in the mix to try and pin down some of the heroes and the students with the most impressive power quirks. He knows that this is the best course of action, Tomura knows that he'll take the responsibility with the same gravity that he's taken the planning so far, and all Dabi does is shrug as he bums a cig off of Twice and lights up with a fingertip. 

"Whatever. If you fuck up and get lost in the forest, that's not my problem. If you don't stay where I want you, I'll leave you behind." 

The others seem a little put off by that, but it doesn't mess with group cohesion enough for Tomura to regret his choice. He's too busy thinking how cute it is that Dabi perks up like a dog waiting for another treat throughout the rest of the meeting. 

///

The weekend, for some reason, is something that they still mostly abide by at base. And that means that when they're done working on Friday nights, more times than not, the others go out to do something in the seedier parts of the city. Twice, Toga, and Magne, for certain, have active warrants out for their arrests. Spinner hasn't even committed a crime yet in the eyes of the public, while Compress and Dabi are both like ghosts with nothing that he nor his teacher have been able to find out about them since they joined up. That, at least means that they're fifty-fifty on people likely to get picked up by the cops too soon, but the good thing is that Magne and Twice also have years of dodging the cops under their belts and Toga can transform. Given those three are the ones more likely to try and get the others to go out with them, or just head out on their own when they feel like it, Tomura is glad that they have those skills to fall back on. It's rare, but to celebrate Dabi's 'promotion' they seem to bully him into going out with them on Friday while he and Spinner stay in and play a few games together. It's strange to play his games with someone else. It's been something that he's only done for himself for so many years that sharing the experience with another person is... grounding? Unique? Strange. Just strange, but something he wouldn't mind turning mundane. 

They stay up late before Kurogiri opens a portal for him so he can get back to his apartment once the last train has stopped for the night, and Tomura stays up a little later, enjoying the quiet in the bar as the others continue to stay out and galavant to their heart's content. Sleep isn't easy for him to find that night, but he is able to zone out enough that his long waking hours are peaceful enough for it to feel restful.  

He doesn't hear the others come in through the door, which must mean they texted Kurogiri for a portal very early the next morning. He hears the footsteps on the stairs and realizes that it's just one set, not two, and that has him getting out of bed, taking off his gloves in case he needs his quirk against whoever this person is that is making their way into the hall. He opens his door just a crack and after sitting in his room, in the dark for hours, he is able to see the familiar shape of Dabi's body as he walks down the hallway. But he is leaning a little to the side, his breaths sound a little rough and when Tomura opens his door the rest of the way and turns on his light, illuminating a sliver of the hall just as Dabi steps into it, he sees very quickly that even if the others went out and got drunk wherever they were the night before, he isn't swaying because of that. 

"Fuck, Shig. Do you want to blind a guy or give him a heart attack first?" He hisses the words, not really angry, but definitely sounding tired himself. 

"What happened?" He asks as he steps out of his room. Dabi must be hurt, more badly than the splotches of blood on the collar of his shirt that have gone brown from how old they are, and then the fresher patch of it going crimson over his side would make Dabi think he is, because he lets Tomura hook a hand under one of his arms and direct him to the bathroom. It's small, but he throws the lid of the toilet down before Dabi sits on top of it, Tomur turning to take their first-aid kit out of the cabinet beneath the sink. 

"Was a planning week and Toga still wanted to go see the fighting ring. Was fine when we got there, having fun and shit." Dabi says, doing his best to shrug out of his coat with a soft hiss as Tomura sets the plastic box on the counter. "Magne got in the ring and we were putting bets on her. She fucking thrashed everyone in the ring with her and then someone got transphobic after losing. Threw a punch out of the ring and Toga leaped on him like a feral monkey and stabbed him in the kidneys. He went down, knocked over the table taking bets, cash box went flying, and that had everyone scrambling. Pretty sure that douchebag got his skull cracked by people trying to get the money. We tried to get out pretty fast, but I got decked a couple of times since I couldn't use my quirk without lighting up the whole place. Was just glad they didn't break my nose at first, and we all went to crash at Magne's place." He still seems stiff and as he tries to lift his arms to take off his shirt, he lets out a sharper hiss of breath that speaks to the pain that he must be in. "Fuck." 

Tomura reaches for the neckline of his shirt and closes five fingers around it, letting his quirk creep over the surface of the cotton, turning it to dust that flakes away easily from Dabi's skin without requiring him to move. Seeing the little silver barbells through each of his dusky nipples nearly shatters Tomura’s sanity right then and there, but he tries to maintain his composure. 

"Hey--" 

"You have at least four other identical ones, and don't tell me you were actually going to bleach the stains out." 

Dabi huffs and shuts up any other complaints about how he's helping him. He shifts instead to look down at his side, and his skin there is tacky with blood, a large curving scar, the same as the others that Tomura has seen across his skin, moving from just above one hip to over the upper part of his stomach, stopping an inch or so below the bottom of his pecs. On the side that goes higher over is ribs, there is blood sticky and smeared over the dark and light skin alike, a few staples torn free from that section, and others barely sticking into him as he can see that the blow that he took, one that probably would have just been a tender bruise on anyone else, has swollen around that connection point and made the metal piercing his skin worse. 

"Are your organs going to fall out if you don't put those back in immediately?" He asks as he reaches for an anti-bacterial wipe to help clean up some of the blood. 

"No. Main concern is infection now that it reopened." He takes the wipe from Tomura's hand when it's close enough to reach and he cleans up only what he needs to before he carefully unthreads the staples from the swollen sections. They each weep a little more blood, but Dabi's breath gets a little easier as he does it, dropping the staples in the trashcan by the sink. It's only then that he realizes that Dabi's nails are painted with a glittery dark blue nail polish that sparkles on his hands. 

"What happened there?" He asks, because getting into a fight is something he would expect from him, a manicure is not. 

Dabi glances at his hands and snorts, "After that shit show we went and got some food and headed back to Magne's place to eat and drink. Toga begged me and Twos. This was the closest thing she had to black. Thought I would be fine until morning, but it woke me up and I didn't want them to tear out. Didn't have replacements there so I came back early." He shrugs weakly and tries to reach into the first-aid kit. Tomura takes out another wipe for him and then a sterile pack of gauze and some of the waterproof tape to secure it in place. Dabi accepts the help but seems far more embarrassed about that than anything else. "Not fragile. As soon as the swelling goes down, I'll put in some new staples and I'll be fine." 

"Alright. Do you want me to help? It's late." 

Dabi's eyes flick up to his and they seem... hesitant. Like he doesn't believe that Tomura would just offer to help him like that. "Yeah, just don't slip, Duster." 

"I never slip, Dabi." He tells him evenly as he takes over what he can to make this easier on him. 

They clean up the wound, take out the staples they need too, only seven, and then Tomura has Dabi hold the gauze down as he tapes it down. Hopefully this will staunch the bleeding until he's ready to close the wounds back up again. By the time they're finished, the other man looks like he's relaxed a little and he looks like he's exhausted again. It's beyond late, so the last thing Tomura offers is, 

"Do you want an ice pack? It will help the swelling go down faster." 

"'Kay," he sounds sleepy when he says that, blue eyes blinking up at him owlishly from where he's sitting and Tomura isn't prepared for the way that lances heat through his body. He shakes that as quickly as he can and puts back the things they're finished with before grabbing a clean towel from beneath the sink. 

"I'll bring it to your room, go lay down." 

Dabi is tired enough that he doesn't fight Tomura on that, and they both leave the small bathroom together. Tomura goes downstairs and digs in the freezer, knowing that they have at least a couple of ice packs inside for occasions like this. He hesitates when he remembers the hot water bottle that is upstairs underneath the sink with the first-aid kit, knowing that isn't something Dabi needs right now, and isn't something that he should be thinking about. But he quickly fills the electric kettle anyway and sets that to heat as he heads back upstairs with the ice pack. Tomura wraps it in a towel and then pauses, knowing that Dabi has his own pain meds from the few times he's seen him taking them before he heads downstairs to a meeting, but he usually takes those dry. He fills up a glass of water at the sink as well before he brings his offerings to the other man. He barely has to knock before the door is opened again and he finds that Dabi has changed into his pajama bottoms and taken off his boots. The scars under his eyes stop Tomura from seeing any dark circles there, but his eyelids look more heavy than artfully disinterested and just past him, Tomura sees that he's got a set of headphones, possibly the only luxury that Dabi has bought for himself since he joined up, on his bed. 

"Don't melt it too quickly and try taking your medicine with some water before you burn a hole in the back of your throat." He tells the other man easily. 

"Whatever, Duster." He takes both though and before he kicks the door shut, Dabi doesn't meet his eyes, a touch of color creeping up over the edge of his scars along his cheeks. Just seeing that makes Tomura feel like he's a wild, starving animal that has just scented blood. "...Thanks." He shuts the door quickly after that and Tomura forces himself not to stay rooted to the spot as his bad idea becomes a foregone conclusion as he takes that image of Dabi, the quiet one. The one who would take those hits for his companions and then sneak out of the house to patch himself up so that none of them realize how badly he was hurt because of it, the one who would accept his help and care and thank him so sweetly even though it's clear he hasn't had any help or any reason to thank another person in a long time. Tomura takes those new images of Dabi in his mind and he knows he can twist them into something else that might actually exhaust his body enough for him to get some sleep tonight too once he's done. It's the weekend, maybe he'll act like an actual nineteen year old and stay up too late and sleep in too long in the morning. 

He goes back to the bathroom under the guise of cleaning things up, and he takes the hot water bottle from beneath the sink along with another small towel. He brings those downstairs and the kettle is full of steaming water that he pours into the pouch and wraps with a towel before he heads back up to his room. It's a short matter of time before he has his door locked, his music on softly again, hoping that Dabi is actually wearing his own headphones as he settles in to sleep, and stripped out of his clothes as he moves over to his nightstand again. He takes out a bottle of lube, his favorite stroker, and the die and lets it clatter against the nightstand as he tucks the other two items beneath the hot water bottle so that the heat from them starts to leech into the fluid and silicone. If he keeps this fixation on Dabi, he's going to have to get himself a toy that heats itself, he thinks, not certain if he's amused or annoyed with himself as he checks the results. 

Three.

Tomura's skin automatically starts to prickle with his arousal as he sees how many times he'll have to walk himself back from the edge as he settles on his bed and decides that if he's going to be indulging himself for so long tonight, he might as well allow himself a fantasy that he doesn't believe could ever be real while he's at it. He settles onto his bed and closes his eyes, shaping the start of his fantasy as he does so. 

Pretty pink nails. Still short, but neatly polished, feminine on a hand that shouldn't be and that is half gnarled with staples that creep up over the heel of his palm. He traces his eyes up from that hand that's reaching for his shirt and finds Dabi dressed in a short pink dress too. It's a light summery dress with a princess bodice attached with bows around his biceps, the skirt flaring a little out from the waist, but only falling to just above the middle of his thighs. Dabi's legs in pale stockings being held up with a garter belt, his feet in a set of chunky white heels, and a shiny pink gloss on his lips. And those big blue eyes look at him, sleepy and warm, as he says, 

"What are you doing, Duster?" 

His hands are reaching for him. He wants to touch. He wants to hold, to take, to ruin-- but not the way he did before. They're in his bedroom now. No chance of the others walking in, no possibility of someone coming and seeing Dabi like this the way that he can only dress for him. He's the one who gets to decide what Dabi will wear and he'll make certain that his firefly doesn't ever get spoiled by anyone else. He cups Dabi's cheek and he leans into the touch with a soft, fluttery sigh as he does, no trace of fear or hesitation that his hand might hurt him as he reaches out to touch. "Just admiring you, princess." 

Dabi's face goes so hot under his palm, his eyes opening back up, but not glaring at him. They barely meet his eyes before they're flicking back down to his lap, the other man trying to pull at his skirt like that will miraculously turn it back into his usual pants. "Stop it, pervert. I can't believe that you're into this." He mumbles without much heat. 

"Why wouldn't I be?" Tomura tells him, his hand moving down from his cheek to along his neck, over his shoulder, two fingers trailing delicately, and making Dabi shiver as he gets his fingers beneath the edge of his sleeve and traces that soft fabric back to the neckline of his dress. "You're always cute in anything, but seeing you dressed up like this? You look beautiful, baby girl." 

Dabi shivers again at the words, that touch of color going brighter in his cheeks as he does. "Stop it." 

"No, I want to spoil my little girl tonight." He doesn't have to fight with Dabi this time, doesn't have to break him. He can just play with his princess until he's satisfied, even if it takes a little coaxing for his baby girl to understand how good his embarrassment can feel when he's soaked in it the right way. He moves his hands along Dabi's chest, taking the muscle beneath and squeezing at him carefully, his thumbs trying to find the barbells through his nipples that made his mind nearly short-circuit in the bathroom. He can feel that there is more than one layer of fabric beneath his palms, enough of it that there is certainly some padding there too, and he can't help chuckling. "Oh, princess, are you wearing a padded bra? Were you worried that I wouldn't already be impressed with your pretty little tits?" 

Dabi whimpers, his thighs pressing together like he does have an eager cunt that's getting wetter as he starts to get more aroused. "Stop it, Tomura." 

"You don't have to worry, baby girl. I'm always going to think that you're so pretty. Prettiest girl in the world." He teases him further. "Always happy to have you being so sweet and dressed so cute for me." 

"Tomu," his voice is even whinier and that makes Tomura's blood heat more sharply through his veins. Fuck. 

"Absolutely adorable. I'm going to make you feel so good, princess, and by the time that you're begging me to stop again, it's going to be because you don't think you can feel any better without falling apart." His hands squeeze Dabi's chest tighter and the other man lets out a weak moan and then a louder, false protest. 

"Daddy!"  

Tomura's hand pauses as it was moving over his skin, his cock half hard already just from imagining Dabi dressed like that, acting like that, but saying that? Even in his own fantasy it seems taboo. He hasn't acted as a caretaker or a Daddy Dom often, so he hasn't used that honorific very much. But the thought of Dabi slipping, of how red his face would go as he said that, that makes him hotter than he thinks that he's ever been hearing it falling off of someone's lips before. 

"What's wrong, baby girl?" He asks, in front of Dabi once again, taking his hands away from his chest as he sees him squirming again as he tries to pull his skirt lower. It's low enough to be covering him, but it certainly isn't full enough to disguise the bump that is beneath the fabric that wasn't there before. It's a small bump, but Tomura can't help chuckling when he sees it. "Oh, princess. Are you already getting so excited? If you lift up your skirt and let Daddy see, then maybe you'll get a reward." 

Dabi shakes his head weakly. "...You'll see my... underwear." 

Tomura can't help laughing at his little girl as he coaxes him further back on the bed so that he can make Dabi back up against the pillows, still trying to arrange his legs to keep his modesty covered. "Princess, Daddy is going to strip you naked and see every inch of you tonight." He tells him so easily. "It's not going to matter if you're hiding your panties or not. Daddy is going to take them off of you before we're done tonight." 

Tomura reaches for the bottle of lube, now warmed through from the water bottle, and he lets himself slick his hand with it. He may be dragging this out to make his orgasm sweeter, but that doesn't mean that he has to wait to start building his pleasure. He's certain that he has a hundred ways to twist this scene in his mind to keep him going for as long as it takes for him to find and step away from the edge of his orgasm as many times as he wants to. He moves his hand along himself slowly, teasing himself how he can start to work that pleasure higher. 

Dabi is so reluctant, still blushing hotly as he lifts the hem of his skirt. Tomura shifts, kneeling between the legs that he makes him spread open before he shows him the white panties that he's wearing beneath the dress. They're a mix of cotton and lace, that is so fine and delicate over the small but definite bump of Dabi's cock and balls that have been shoved into the fabric, his erection straining it with his arousal. He looks so cute like that, trembling with his embarrassment and so vulnerable and ready to be touched. 

"Adorable, baby girl." The arousal is dripping from his tongue as he says the words, trying to decide how to have him first. But just the words have Dabi whimpering, one hand leaving his skirt so that he can shove his knuckles between his teeth as his whole body shudders. It's something beyond satisfaction, beyond heat that goes through him as just his eyes watching him while he's wearing such a humiliating outfit is enough to send Dabi over the edge. Tomura watches as his back arches a little, his choked-off little moan slipping out of him as he cums hard in his little panties and soaks them through with his cum, making the fabric translucent. 

Fuck. Tomura has been with a fair few partners, but he didn't think that he had such a kink for people who cum too quickly. It's beyond hypocritical of him as he works his hand along his length, thumbing over his head, moving down to stroke his balls as well as he tries to get all of his nerves worked up and hotter so he can make this feel even better. But the idea of Dabi, who has so much attitude, being so inept at the kind of play that Tomura does on his own, for his own enjoyment, and who would be so embarrassed about that and an undersized cock, makes his brain hum with the same pleasure he gets seeing a sub following all of his instructions and rules. 

Dabi trembles for a moment longer on the bed before he barely takes his knuckles from his mouth, his blush hot on his cheeks and his eyes bright with unshed tears. His voice is watery and weak when he says, "I-- I didn't mean to, Daddy." 

Tomura is going to eat him alive. But he doesn't want his baby girl to see it coming, so he smiles at him sweetly as he says instead, "It's okay, princess. You can cum as many times as you want to. Daddy just wants you to feel good." He moves up Dabi's body and makes him take his hand away from in front of his mouth and then presses kisses along the seam of his cheek. He knows what his scars feel like now and he likes the way he imagines the texture will be against his lips as he trails his kisses until he's hovering over his baby girl's mouth. 

Dabi lets out a shaky little breath before he closes the distance and gives Tomura a soft, timid kiss. So cute. So different than the Dabi he knows in their day-to-day. Absolutely adorable. He settles between Dabi's legs, his skirt falling again and sticking to his wet panties as Dabi moans into his mouth and wraps his arms around his neck to hold him there as Tomura imagines how good it would be to kiss him the way he does his subs. Dabi's skin is fire-bright against his hands as he moves them over his body through the dress. He strokes up the outsides of his thighs, his sides, back over his chest, and he takes his mouth and sets bites and kisses into Dabi's skin along his jaw and down his neck, moving back to give him a proper kiss whenever Dabi whimpers, 

"Daddy," and tries to tighten the arms around his neck to get him back up to his lips. Tomura lets him again and again. 

Lets his mind wander in that loop for a while as he focuses on stroking himself, trying to make himself more sensitive, his arousal higher, his nerves aching for the orgasm that he's not going to give himself. He does it until he feels his balls starting to tighten and then forces himself to ease off of his cock as he slips more fully back into his mind. 

"Time to show me your cute panties again, baby." He tells Dabi and in a falsehood, he doesn't have to pull at his own clothes to have himself naked between Dabi's thighs, but he does imagine untying the bows around his biceps. He does think about how cute he was when he removed his shirt before and when he hooks his fingers into the fabric of his dress, it falls away without any scattering of dust over the sheets or his skin. And then Dabi is laying beneath him, his face blushing so hotly as he shows him the strapless, padded white cotton and lace bra, his soiled matching panties, white stockings, and the delicate garter belt with golden chains and heart fastenings that are keeping those in place. "You look so beautiful, baby girl." He tells the other man as he looks down the length of his body. His panties are soaked through with his cum, but that only makes it all the more obvious that his cock is hard again and curving up towards his stomach as he reaches to tease his chest and then brings three fingers down the plane of his stomach, hooking and pulling lightly at the garter belt around his waist, before he brings those fingers to the hem of his panties. "You're already hard again, princess? Are you even going to be able to last at all when Daddy has his hand on your cute little clit?" 

Dabi keens, the word making his whole body tremble and him leak so much pre that it starts to soak through his panties even worse. Tomura sees the beads of fluid dripping across the fabric now that it can't absorb anymore and he shifts down Dabi's body. He moves between his legs, hooking two fingers in each garter to gently coax Dabi to keep his legs spread, and then he brings his mouth to his adorable little cock all messy in the too small panties. 

He doesn't love giving other people oral if they're not restrained. The act itself doesn't bother him, seeing how it makes his partners fall apart is a delight, but when he's got his head between people's legs, they have a much greater ability to move around and endanger themselves if he's not wearing his gloves while he's got his hands on their bodies. But in his mind, he makes Dabi perfect so that he can enjoy the thought of giving his little girl what he wants. 

Dabi moans and quivers on the bed, the muscles in his thighs jumping and his breaths coming in shorter pants as he tries to keep himself from going over the edge as he lays beneath him. He stays so good and still for him overall as Tomura moves his mouth over his soaked panties, taking away streaks of his cum, but leaving behind his own saliva that doesn't help to make them any dryer. He doesn't care. He just loves that he can taste the salty, bitter tang of Dabi's cum and feel the heat of his skin through the soft fabric that is covering him. Tomura savors how he can close his lips around the entirety of Dabi's cock through his panties without stretching his jaw and how Dabi all but wails with his pleasure as he does. Tomura moves his mouth over him, licking and sucking, hooking a finger around the crotch or his panties so that his cute nuts are slipping out from the fabric, and then giving them a soft kiss before he starts to lick and suck on them too, able to fit both in his mouth and feel how they start to get tenser and tenser against his tongue. He keeps doing that as he unhooks Dabi's stockings from his garter belt and takes those straps out of the way before he rests his palm against Dabi's little clit. His princess doesn't need to be told. He starts to hump himself against his palm, moaning and whimpering like the cutest little whore that he could imagine as he does so. 

It barely takes three seconds of the friction for his balls to go so tight and for him to spill all inside his panties again. 

Tomura eases off of his own sac, the movements of his slick hand there and the other along his length making his arousal burn so hotly under his veins that the thought of bringing off his little girl so quickly is making his own need too insistent. He doesn't want to be the one losing control like that. He wants his princess to be able to enjoy everything that he can give him, and he wants to hold out for as long as he can. It will only make it better when he does finally allow himself to let go, the satisfaction of being able to control even his basest desires always managing to work him into a frenzy. He lets himself come away from that edge quickly enough as he decides it's time for what he was so prepared for at the start of this.

He takes the stroker from beneath the water bottle, the silicone a little too warm to the touch, but he knows that's what it would feel like. Dabi is already too hot to the touch and Tomura would chance burning his dick if it meant that he could have the arsonist tangled up in his sheets, back arched, tears streaking down his cheeks as he begs for more. So he gets the inside of the penetrable wet with lube to make sure that it will feel perfect as he sinks back into the fantasy. 

Dabi is a mess already. Soaked with his own cum, smeared with spit, and those glassy eyes have given up their tears, two streaks of them slipping over his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath enough to say something as his second orgasm finishes wracking his body. Tomura presses a kiss to his inner thigh before he dances all five fingers along the rest of his clothing. He has perfect control here, and it's like the clothes are melting away as they leave his firefly naked beneath him. He's only just reaching for Dabi's bra when he mumbles, "What about you, Daddy?" 

"What about me, baby?" He asks, taking his bra away and leaning down to give all of his newly exposed skin some additional kisses. 

Dabi squirms beneath him, his cheeks pink again as he sniffles and tries to make his brain work when Tomura is bound and determined to turn it to mush between his ears. "...I want to make you feel good too, Daddy." 

Tomura coos at him, giving him another kiss against his lips before taking away some of the tears on his cheeks too. "That's so sweet, princess. If you want Daddy to feel good too, why don't you spread your legs a little more. Daddy wants to see your tight, pretty pussy, baby girl." His mouth waters as Dabi whimpers and does as he's told, his little cock all pink still from how sensitive it is, and his hole the same shade even though he hasn't even gotten there yet-- "Your pussy is all red." He says as he reaches between his legs, circling his hole with his slick fingers. 

And the lightest touch has Dabi arching off of the bed, another loud moan tearing out of his chest as he tangles his fingers into the sheets. 

"Are you always so sensitive, or were you being naughty while you were waiting for Daddy to finish his work and come spoil you?" 

Tomura has to take a slower breath. He hasn't even sunk his cock into his toy yet, but the thought of Dabi wanting him as badly as Tomura wants him? Dabi being alone in his room, biting his knuckles or pressing his face against his pillow so that he doesn't make too much noise as he fingers himself open, wishing that it was Tomura's cock pressing inside of him? It's such a good fantasy that Tomura nearly gives up on the one he's currently in to pursue that one. But he sets it aside for later. He has a feeling that for as long as Dabi is in his life, he's going to be fantasizing about ways that he can take him apart.

"I missed you," Dabi whimpers like his loneliness is the biggest horror in the world. Tomura kisses him again, trying to devour that need out from underneath Dabi's skin as he works his fingers inside of his already stretched, already wet hole. He knows he doesn't need to. He could rush and be inside his tight, hot, wet body as quickly as he wants like this, but the entire point of this is not to rush. He is the master of the fire in his blood, not the other way around. And he likes the idea of being the one in control of the fire beneath Dabi's skin in however many ways he can get that. 

He opens him up until Dabi is just letting out sound after sound of his pleasure, until his adorable clit is half hard, but not for lack of trying. He doesn't think that his baby girl can make his clit any harder than that after how many orgasms he must have had today, certain that he got a few as he tried to play with his own tight cunt too. Tomura savors the way that Dabi's body fails him, the way that he can't control himself and needs Tomura to do it for him. To teach him how to enjoy his pleasure all the more the way that Tomura can by having his meticulous control. It's only when he is feeling like he's on the edge of his own pleasure that he wants to test those limits once again and make it harder for himself to do so. Only then that he takes his fingers out of Dabi's dripping cunt and he murmurs, 

"Alright, princess, now you can make Daddy feel good." He doesn't wait until he gets a response from Dabi. He just shifts between his legs and steadies his cock as he pushes it inside of his pliant, eager body. The heat, the texture, the slickness as he sinks in is blindingly good and Tomura feels his balls tighten and start to ache from how he's already denied himself so far. He feels a gush of his own pre slip out of him and has to focus so hard, maintain his control when he refuses to try to pull back and escape the stimulation that is so hot and so good against his length. No, he's going to stay just like this, and he's going to keep his orgasm at bay as he watches his baby twist and moan beneath him as he tries to get more, tries to get closer, tries to get the gratification that Tomura is fighting so hard. His baby girl, his beautiful id that he won't let sway him from his goal.

He holds off and when he manages to get his arousal back under his control, he begins to move. The fantasy doesn't change much from there, the penetration always the most mundane part of fucking his subs. It's fantastic, of course, the feeling of being sheathed inside of their bodies intoxicating even when they aren't so soaked with heat the way the Dabi's insides are. But he can only move in so many ways that will make this part of the play unique. His mouth and hands roam as he moves, making sure to swallow as many of Dabi's tears as he does his moans, his fingers playing with his nipples and the pretty barbells through them until his princess's tits are pink and swollen, and then he goes lower to play with his oversensitive clit. That makes his baby girl squeal, barely managing a couple of drops of cum on the next climax he reaches. And Tomura keeps stroking, keeps thrusting, savoring the way that his walls get even tighter around him for a moment as he cums, and then enjoying how Dabi sobs harder with the overstimulation, his words barely choked out between breaths, 

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy--" he wants him to stop. Needs him to be done because his clit and pussy are so sore from how much pleasure that he's already taken. But Tomura doesn't want to stop. He wants to take every inch of his body, every concept he has for what he can handle in bed with another partner, and he wants to make him know that nothing else has ever or will ever match up to what Tomura can do for him. He would fuck him through his first, second, third orgasms and keep going. He would wear Dabi out to the point of the other man being near unconscious before he stopped and let him collapse into the bed so absolutely and completely deliciously used. He can give him all of that because he doesn't stop until he's certain of it. Until he knows that the only other pleasure that Dabi can find is in the knowledge that--

"Please, Daddy," he manages to catch his breath, his arms back around his neck, tears still on his cheeks, but his voice more sure than it was a moment ago. "Please show me I was a good girl for you." 

And the thought of even that amount of Dabi's satisfaction being under his control is what finally allows him to let go of his own. 

Tomura groans softly as he fucks his cock deeper into the toy, squeezing it more firmly with his other hand as he does so that he can feel every inch of texture inside of it as he finally lets his orgasm crash over him. The way his whole body thrums and tingles is so sharp, so good, that he is regretting only waiting three times before he's even halfway through it, his cum spilling hot and thick into the toy. Four, five, even six, and every delay would only have made the final release better. But it's still good enough to leave him sweat-drenched and out of breath on his bed as he finishes. Tomura stays there for a while. It's additional indulgence, but he likes the idea that he might have gotten his baby girl to curl up against his chest and fall asleep there. He hasn't gotten to spend the full night with other partners often. But it would be nice to see if Dabi stays so warm in his sleep. If he would wake up with his cock hard and let Tomura tease him for a few lazy hours before they faced the day. 

It's another nice thought and another one that Tomura will put aside to use at a later date, but for now he has to get up, putting on the clothes he was wearing earlier and picking out his pajamas. He uses them and his towel to hide the hot water bottle and the filthy toy so that he can go and put the former back and the latter can get a good clean. 

The real Dabi sleeps soundly through his late night activities, and when Tomura does finally get to lay back down, he does so and lets his mind imagine the other man laying beside him. What the hell? He's already been indulging himself so much lately.

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It's a few days later and as far as Tomura knows, Dabi is all healed up and ready to lead the others into the summer camp job as originally planned. That's more than enough for Tomura to be happy as far as work goes, and he's very good about compartmentalizing anything outside of work when it comes to the arsonist. 

So he's fairly surprised when one night, as they are both in the small kitchen, waiting for more hot water to heat up in the kettle for their instant noodles, it well past midnight, but neither of them wanting to stop their work until they've finished what they're doing, Dabi turns to him. 

"Hey," 

And they've been talking for hours, so Tomura waits for Dabi to actually say what he wants to instead of belittling him. 

He doesn't meet his eyes as he takes the kettle off and pours the water into Tomura's cup first. "...Sorry I was such a dick when we first met. Still gross as fuck that you wear dead people hands as a costume, but I guess you're not that bad overall. Shouldn't have been so rude." 

Of the things that he had expected to come out of his mouth, that's not a combination that he'd expected, and Tomura only blinks before he manages to regain his composure. "It's fine, Dabi. I shouldn't have been so irritable either. I'm glad Kurogiri stepped in as my common sense and stopped me from hurting you." He is careful with his words, not wanting to let too much slip as he watches Dabi carefully as he fills their cups and then goes into the fridge to get some extra toppings as the noodles sit. "I had just been recently stabbed and shot, but I shouldn't have taken that out on you." 

"Know about the bullets, you and Stain not hit it off either?" 

And Tomura has been keeping that under wraps, but Dabi doesn't look or sound like he would be surprised or upset if that were the case. "Our goals aren't entirely aligned and our methodology conflicts." 

"Yeah, anyone who's not a fanatic would be able to tell that after being here for less than a week. Good thing you picked up Toga and Spinner instead." 

"What about you?" He asks. 

A blue eye meets his, glancing over at him for just a moment before he goes back to what he's doing. "You're lucky that I have goals that do align with both you and the hero killer and that I don't give a shit about methodology as long as you let me get them done." 

It's far too honest when Tomura tells him, automatically, "I'd let you do anything if it keeps you here and working towards our goals. You're a good player to have in this game, Dabi." And there's no mistaking how that has Dabi's spine straightening a little more, how his cheeks pink a little again with his... pleasure at the compliment. 

"Good. Otherwise I'm gone, Shigaraki." He cuts two softboiled eggs and takes the coverings off the top of their noodles, dropping them inside before he passes Tomura's to him. They both silently open up the additional seasoning packets and put the aromatic oils inside of the cups. Tomura forgoes the spice packet while Dabi dumps his into the noodles, and after a second, he offers him his as well. "Thanks. Don't like spicy food?" 

"Indifferent mostly, but I don't choose it for myself." He shrugs. 

"Weak." 

"I like to actually taste the rest of my meal." 

Dabi snorts. "Whatever, Duster." They start to eat together, standing right there in the kitchen and after a few bites, Dabi asks, "So do you do anything else besides game and brood over All Might-- for fun I mean." 

And there is such a high chance of this going wrong, but Tomura wants to know that now before he keeps steeping himself deeper and deeper into this... crush. It's definitely not just a passing attraction, a way to remove his frustrations when Dabi steps on a nerve. No. He... likes it when he has the opportunity to have conversations like this with him. He enjoys working with him. He thinks he's attractive even though he knows that his looks are certainly not conventional. 

"I used to go to a sex club to blow off steam." He tells him, watching closely for his reaction. 

Dabi nearly chokes on the bite of food in his mouth and when he manages not to, he immediately turns incredulous eyes on him as he looks to see if he's joking. But he doesn't ask if he is, blue eyes searching every inch of his features as Tomura meets that scrutiny with as much genuine openness that he can without words. After another second, Dabi turns back to his food with a soft snort as he pulls up another bite of noodles from his cup. 

"That why you seemed so sure about not slipping?" 

Maybe Dabi thinks the comment is innocuous, but it lights up Tomura's entire mind like he was struck with lightning. It's been a long time since they had that conversation and Dabi had never brought it up in front of him again. But if that comes so readily to his mind, then that means that the other man was thinking about it. 

So it doesn't feel like as much of a risk when Tomura tells him, "Well, if you're so curious about it, you could join me some time. I'm sure you could guess based on the venue, but I'm not shy."

There is definitely a touch more color across his cheeks, but Dabi doesn't explode at him, doesn't call him a pervert, doesn't tell him he's disgusting, and, most importantly, doesn't shoot him down. "Get all of this summer camp bullshit sorted out for us with enough time for us to spare on sex, and maybe I'll take you up on that Duster. It could be... good to blow off some steam." 

And Tomura is a master of control when he knows that waiting will benefit him. So it's very easy for him to say, as nonchalantly as Dabi, "Alright, I'll see what I can do, firefly. I wouldn't want my squad leader to go into his debut fight at less than perfect." 

Dabi lets that stand and the two of them finish their midnight snack. He knows that he's working harder after the break because he would shatter UA right now if it meant he could get Dabi in V. But he supposes that Dabi has some plausible deniability that the time away from the work and the meal are what seem to have rejuvenated him. But he also moves his chair close enough that Tomura can feel the heat pouring off his body, so he's pretty sure that they might finally be on the same page after all. 

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