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"We're real close in the League." You can't tell which one says it, your eyes shut tight, head laid back on someone's shoulder.
"A real family." This time you know it's Dabi by his snark; his voice low and rasping in your left ear as he bites his way down your throat.
"We'd take care of you," It's Shouto behind you, kissing at your right ear. His palms smooth up and down your sides, his touch heavy and firm, leaves you no question to his intentions. "Be your big brothers."
"Help you with all your problems..." Dabi murmurs. You bite your lip, push weakly at Dabi's chest but find no give- instead his hands duck under the hem of your shirt, ruck the fabric up with his wrists as his palms- hot, inhumanly hot- press over your belly and slide up. He cups your chest and chuckles into your ear, "You could call me nii-chan."
You whine, squirm in place, nowhere to go while caught between them. Shouto's left hand slides down between your legs. Heat sinks in through your clothes, makes sweat gather at the small of your back- and your thighs can't seem to figure out if they want to spread and make room for him or lock tight around his wrist and keep him from moving. "Wouldn't you prefer onii-san?" Shouto purrs against you.
Dabi's finger and thumb find your nipples, and you're shuddering, your skin ready to combust- and Dabi lifts his chin to glare at Shouto, "Watch yourself, otouto. Besides," Dabi's attention turns back to you, one hand leaving your chest to grasp your chin, angle your mouth up for him. "I bet you'd sound real cute saying it. All pleading and adorable for your big brother." The heat between them makes your head swim, leaves you wavering and compliant as he leans down and kisses you. His tongue burns in your mouth, demands your submission while he shoves his tongue down your throat, double barbells keeping your tongue pinned down.
He breaks off just as Shouto's right hand ducks beneath your shirt to join his older brother's at your chest. The chill hardens your nipple immediately, leave it sensitive and hard to his slow, methodical twisting. You shiver, shake between them- push back against Shouto's chest to get any reprieve from their touch and find none, Shouto's firm body and Dabi's hand keep you in place.
"Let me hear you say it, cutie." Dabi hums. "Beg for your nii-chan to touch you."
"Maybe they like onii-san's touch more." Shouto says, nips at your ear- and presses those warm fingers down harder between your legs. You waver, rock your hips into his touch- and in turn against Dabi's hardening cock. "We don't need nii-chan at all, do we, dear?"
And Dabi growls, his focus completely off you as his hands leave your body to grab Shouto's face. "I told you to watch your mouth." And with Shouto's hands keeping you firmly against his chest, Dabi crowds impossibly closer- and over your right shoulder, Dabi yanks his little brother's head back and bites at his lips. Your eyes go wide- and Shouto is biting back, pink tongue parting Dabi's two-tone lips- and before you can really process it, Shouto's warm right hand is diving below the waist of your pants.
Finally, your thighs have made up their mind and in the face the overwhelming heat of their bodies, your legs part. Shouto rumbles appreciatively into Dabi's mouth, breaking away to look down at you. "You're wet." Your cheeks burn- and Shouto's cold hand tweaks your nipple again.
Dabi purrs, his too-hot hands find your waist and push your pants down, the fabric stretching wide over your spread thighs. It gets stuck there- and Dabi tugs. Pain arcs over your skin as the waistband cuts into the backs of your thighs- And Dabi mutters a quiet "Fuck it." Fire licks your skin- one fingertip lights up blue. You squirm, pull away- "Don't move." -and Dabi burns away a strip of cloth until he rips the rest right off. All the while, Shouto's hand has not stopped moving, rubbing tight, controlled circles over your clit- and to your absolute shame, your hips move right along with him, seeking out that pleasant friction.
"Mmm, look at that." Dabi grins, burning palms- one finger still hot enough to make you hiss- run up and down your thighs, hooking behind to settle just below your ass to keep you still- as he drives himself up against you, his cock slotting in between Shouto's wrist and your thigh. "Otouto's got you all worked up already. You ready for your nii-chan's fingers?"
You whimper, bite your lip and nod. And Dabi grins so wide his staples pull at the corners of his mouth, but it's Shouto's voice in your ear. "That's not how you ask." His nimble fingers turn feather-light, hardly more than a brush against your clit. "Don't you want to be good for your big brothers?"
Squirming between them, all you can focus on are Dabi's fingers, hovering so teasingly at the curve of your hips. His thumbs rub in tiny, soothing circles- and he stares down at you with such unbridled hunger you waver, think of how good it'll feel if you just- just. Your teeth sink into your lip as you turn away, ground yourself before you take one last shaking inhale. In the tiniest, weakest voice you've ever heard come from your own lips, you fold. "P-please... nii-chan."
"That is cute." Shouto concedes, kisses along the side of your neck.
"You are so cute aren't you?" Dabi's hand again finds your chin, forces you to look up at those burning cyan eyes. "What do you want your nii-chan to do with you?"
You whine, close your eyes just to escape from the weight of Dabi's hot-blooded gaze. "f-finger me..."
His hands stroke over your face, try to coax your eyes back open. "Now put it all together..."
Your lips purse, wobble in shame- and you turn further into one of Dabi's warm palms as you give in. "Nii-chan, please finger me...?"
You don't need to see Dabi's face to know the exact expression that stretches his ruined skin to its absolute limit. He exhales hard, arms trembling with the wave of arousal from your pleading and kisses your forehead in something so chaste it somehow makes it more perverted. "Since you asked so nicely."