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request: some labru?

Doing short requests (<1000w)! Also on Ao3.

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“Are you okay?” Laios asks, and Kabru looks down at him, keeping his thighs spread wider apart as he looks down at the other man, takes him in, commits him to memory. Laios is different like this than usual, his lips parted, his eyes wider than usual, his pupils dilated, sweat on his skin.

“Yeah,” Kabru says, and a part of him is frustrated with it, the fact that Laios is watching him back, the fact that Laios is looking at him eagerly, questioningly, when Kabru is trying to study him, trying to think about him.

“Do you you, um, still want to…?”

“Shut up,” Kabru orders him, and Laios groans as Kabru pushes himself up on his knees and grinds the tip of his prick against the bulge of Laios’ cock in his underwear, feels it hot underneath him. “Yeah,” he says. “I want you to— to use me.”

“Use you?” Laios repeats, and he tilts his head slightly as he looks up at Kabru’s face, questioning. “I don’t…”

“I want you to fuck me,” Kabru says firmly, resting his hands on the naked flesh of Laios’ pecs – they’ve not died in the dungeon in a while, and he’s put on a little weight, has more flesh to his chest and belly than he had. Kabru’s gained back a little of the weight he’d had before, too, is no longer just muscle over bone. “I want you to… to use me, you know. Like a— Laios.”

“Kabru,” says Laios seriously, and fuck, but he’s so eager sometimes, so agonisingly earnest as he meets Kabru’s gaze, as he does as Kabru says.

“Do you touch yourself?”

“Of course,” Laios says immediately, and Kabru looks down at him flatly, his lips pressed together.

“Your dick, Laios,” Kabru says. “Do you touch it? Get yourself off?”

“Oh,” says Laios, and his cheeks tinge slightly pink. “Um. Y— Are you going to ask me what to?”

Kabru narrows his eyes, taking that in for a second, and he wants to ask, wants to interrogate that as deeply as he can, but he just makes a mental note to come back to it later.

“I want you to use me, like you’re trying to get yourself off,” says Kabru experimentally, studying Laios’ face as he says it, looking for eagerness in his expression, but what he sees is a guardedness, an uncertainty, as Laios bites one of his lips. “Touch me to satisfy yourself,” he says, because he wants to know. Wants to know how Laios will touch him this first time, without Kabru’s hands guiding him, without Kabru telling him what to do, without him thinking about what Kabru wants. “Fuck me. Use me.”

“I don’t…” Laios starts to protest, and Kabru settles one hand flat on his chest, leaning in closer, brushing their lips together. Laios likes kissing, Kabru’s already discovered, and he eagerly leans up for more until Kabru holds him fast, doesn’t let Laios kiss him more. “Kabru—”

“Fuck me,” Kabru orders him, as crisply as he can. “I want you to. I want you to focus on your own pleasure.”

“I don’t do that,” Laios says uncertainly.

“I want you to,” Kabru murmurs, his voice as soft and solicitous as he can make it, and Laios sits up and pushes Kabru back. They’d stripped naked already, Laios so that Kabru could look at him, focus on him, and Laios had undressed Kabru whilst he’d been distracted, eased off his armour. “Laios—”

Kabru lets out a noise of surprise as Laios wrestles him over his lap and shoves Kabru’s thighs apart, and then dives in mouth first – and really, why should Kabru be surprised? Kabru lets out a sharp whine as Laios closes the top of his mouth around his cock at the same time as his tongue shoves into Kabru’s wet cunt, swipes around the open centre of it before he dips lower and tongues at Kabru’s ass instead. Kabru’s thighs are spread wide over Laios’ shoulders, Laios gripping at his knees.

“Which hole?” Laios asks, and Kabru opens his mouth, closes it.

“I’m not supposed to be the one choosing,” Kabru says, and Laios hums, then returns to tonguing at him, and Kabru can’t help the moan that escapes him as he considers this, Laios’ natural instinct of course being to dive in tongue first, to taste, to eat him out, as much as his instinct with anything he likes, loves, anything he’s fascinated with, anything he studies, is to consume it, devour it.

Kabru’s cock is twitching at the thought of it, his back arching as he spreads back over Laios’ chest, feeling the plumpness of his healthier belly underneath him, the heat of his body.

Laios sucks Kabru’s cock into his mouth, and Kabru groans, digging his fingers into Laios’ thighs to try to steady himself as Laios keeps on sucking at him, goes between tonguing at him, suckling at the side of his lips before he pulls back and stands to his feet. Kabru lets out a noise at the indignity of it as Laios keeps his arm banded around Kabru’s belly and holds him the right way up, not upside down this time, and shoves down his underwear.

As they fall down to Laios’ ankles, Kabru stares down between his own legs and now between Laios’ too, feels the heat of Laios’ long, fat cock standing up straight, prodding against Kabru’s own little prick. Kabru’s cunt is open and slick, all but dripping down against Laios’ cock, and he whimpers as Laios readies his cock and holds Kabru up straight, prodding his slick cockhead not up against Kabru’s pussy, open and wet, but up against the tighter furl of his arse.

“Laios,” he says in a warning tone. “Laios, don’t you fucking dare—”

“You told me I was supposed to choose,” Laios says in that blunt and simple tone he uses sometimes and then drops Kabru down, and Kabru howls as Laios’ cock sinks into his cunt after all, sinks in all at once and spreads him roughly wide, his thighs quivering, his whole body writhing and struggling helplessly in Laios’ grip as Laios lowers him down and fucks him as deeply as he can.

He’s breathing heavily as Laios says seriously, “I’m going to fuck you now,” with his hands going to Kabru’s hips, and Kabru is gloriously helpless as Laios begins to fuck him mercilessly from behind.

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Dungeon Meshi - Kuro & Mickbell extras

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Dungeon Meshi - Kabru the Charmer

Mickbell had a point

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"Shuro loves Falin for the same reasons he hates Laios" Completely and utterly wrong, could not be further off base.

I get the impression a lot of people watching Dungeon Meshi as it airs, or are a bit removed from its original manga run, have forgotten that Laios and Falin being monster freaks wasn't actually apparent until the events of the story. The only person that knew Falin loved monsters as much as Laios was Marcille because they were best friends at school.

Once Laios and Falin were in an adventuring party together, they both had public facing personas because they had both learned through their separate upbringings that being super interested in monsters and dungeons wasn't normal. Laios is the blunt but well meaning, outspoken and opinionated guy we all know, but Falin was way more withdrawn and soft-spoken, non-confrontational, easy to get along with. Everyone that interacted with Falin would say she's a sweet, gentle girl that everyone likes. Because she was, frankly, kind of a doormat.

The whole thing with Toshiro's infatuation with Falin is he doesn't actually know her. She is outwardly very polite and reserved, and that appeals to Toshiro because it meshes with his cultural sensibilities and how he was taught people are supposed to behave. Then he sees her marveling at a caterpillar in a private moment and decides on the spot that she's the ideal woman and proposes without actually talking to or getting to know her.

And his lack of understanding of Falin as a person is brought to the forefront in every action he takes after she gets eaten. He leaves the party and makes no attempt to contact the two people that Falin loves the most. Whether it's a matter of him just not knowing how much Falin cares about her brother and Marcille, or actively avoiding Laios to rescue Falin himself, he's demonstrating that he doesn't actually know what's important to her or understand how she feels.

Then when he meets Laios's party on the lower floors and they go over what happened, it's made even more blatant that Toshiro's affection is shallow and half-baked. He came into the dungeon a week too late and neglected his health the whole way down, so he was in no state to actually try and save Falin when he got there. When Laios talks about eating monsters, something Falin was thrilled about, Toshiro is disgusted. He threatens to kill Laios and turn Marcille in, which would never fly with Falin. His anger at the use of black magic is entirely based in his selfish idea of Falin being tainted and blaming Laios and Marcille for "ruining" his attempt to rescue her, as Kabru points out that Toshiro would have done the exact same thing in their shoes and that he's being a hypocrite. To say nothing of how he'd rather kill Falin after she's been transformed and "put her to rest" rather than put any effort into saving her, because that would require further involvement from Laios and Marcille and methods that Toshiro doesn't approve of.

And there's the fight he has with Laios, and Toshiro's subsequent confession that he had hoped to just take Falin home with him. He at no point gives consideration to what Falin feels or what she might want, only what he has decided about her based on the most surface level observation. Just like how his problem with Laios arises from his refusal to just talk to him about his boundaries, he has no actual connection with the woman he claims to love because he just wouldn't actually talk to her.

Like it's not a coincidence that every time his attraction to Falin is brought up, another character goes "yeah he's being weird about it".

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