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“Hmmm…you smell like sweat and my come,” Dabi murmurs from where he has his face nestled into Tomura’s neck. “I love it.”
They’re in a tangled, sweaty mess on Tomura’s disheveled bed and Dabi’s bony fucking shoulder is stabbing Tomura right in the throat. They’re both covered in sweat and come, and their hearts are still slowing down in their chests.
“You’re so gross,” Tomura laments. Dabi buries his face in deeper and inhales. “Wait a second. You recognize your own come by smell?” Tomura’s face is screwed up in disgust as he looks down at the spiky mess of Dabi’s hair.
“Don’t you?” Dabi asks.
“No, because I’m not disgusting.”
“That one’s debatable.” Dabi snickers.
“Oh, fuck you.” Tomura is wondering why he hasn’t kicked Dabi out of his room yet.
“Sure sweetheart, just give me a minute.”
“That’s it. Get out.” Tomura tries to sit up but is held in place by Dabi’s heavier body and his shoulder pressing harshly into his windpipe.
“Aww c’mon baby, don’t be like that.” Dabi digs himself further into Tomura’s body and revels in the defeated sigh he elicits. A beat of silence passes between them before Dabi breaks it.
“You know, I can recognize my own come by taste, too.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, why do I have such terrible taste in men?” Tomura asks himself that question every time he hooks up with Dabi, but somehow it hasn’t stopped him from doing so again and again and again. The dick was too good and too available to give up.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t accidentally gotten yourself in the mouth before. That’s impossible. You’re what, twenty? It has to have happened at least once.”
“Once isn’t enough to be able to recognize your own come by taste.”
“Well, how long did it take for you to recognize mine?” Tomura can’t see it but he knows Dabi has a huge shit-eating grin on his face where it’s hidden in the crook of his neck.
“I should kill you.” There’s no way in hell he’s admitting that the taste was already ingrained into his brain after that first night.
“Good luck finding someone else who wants to fuck you, then,” Dabi snorts because Dabi is a dick.
“You’re a dick.”
“Oh baby, you sure know how to get a guy hot.” Dabi mumbles, reaching up with one hand to play with Tomura’s hair.
“Fuck off. And don’t call me baby.” Tomura says with no venom behind it. His gloved hands have come to rest on Dabi’s scarred back where his fingers trace the border between charred and healthy skin.
“You seriously don’t know what your own come tastes like?” Dabi lifts his head from his hiding spot and looks Tomura directly in the eye.
“Seriously.”
An excited smile spreads across Dabi’s face.
“Wanna find out?”
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Tomura has a hard grip on Dabi’s greasy hair as he holds him down on his dick, barely giving him room to breathe before he forces his mouth back down again.
“Oh fuck,” he pants as Dabi comes up and digs the tip of his tongue as hard as he can into Tomura’s slit, lapping up the pre there. Dabi’s pierced tongue makes slow licks down the ridge along the bottom of Tomura’s dick, sucking on his balls before traveling up the side and to the top of the base, where he presses his nose into the curls there and takes a deep breath in. Tomura smells like sex and sweat and musk and he can never get enough of it. He didn’t shower today and Dabi can tell. He luxuriates for a second, keeping his face there and holding Tomura’s dick against his cheek before dragging his tongue back up to the head where he swirls his tongue around, dipping under the foreskin. He tightens his grip on Tomura and kisses the tip of his cock.
“You close?” Dabi asks as he jacks him, twisting his wrist on the upstroke and digging his thumb in right under the head. Tomura pushes his head back down in answer. Dabi goes gladly, eagerly taking Tomura back into his mouth and sucking. Tomura always makes such pretty noises when Dabi has him like this, gasping and on the brink of coming. He feels Tomura’s hands tighten in his hair as a whine escapes the back of his throat. The head of Tomura’s dick is choking him where it’s pressing into his windpipe, but Dabi doesn’t care. He gets as into it as Tomura does, and the tugging sensation at his staples and the drool dripping down his face are barely registering in his brain right now.
Tomura thrusts into his mouth roughly and that’s definitely blood that Dabi can taste from where his lip’s split open at the seam. He feels Tomura’s muscles jumping in his legs from where Dabi has his hands wrapped around his skinny thighs and he can tell that the real fun is about to start. He pulls his head back and opens his mouth, jacking Tomura off with a quick, tight fist.
“Fuck, Dabi!” Tomura shouts as he comes into Dabi’s open mouth. The hand still on his thigh can feel Tomura tensing up, then relaxing a few seconds later.
With a mouth full of come, Dabi smiles and doesn’t swallow. He stands up from his position on his knees and pulls Tomura by the hair into a rough kiss. Almost immediately, he opens his mouth and pushes Tomura’s come out with his tongue. Tomura makes a surprised noise when his come first enters his mouth that quickly melts into a groan. He only gets louder as Dabi starts sucking on his tongue, both their mouths filling with saliva as neither of them swallow. It’s wet and messy and disgusting and just the sort of thing that Dabi thinks about when he’s alone in the middle of the night. His hands move down from Tomura’s hair to his neck where he presses his thumbs hard into the sides until he hears Tomura start to take panicked staccato breaths through his nose.
Dabi releases Tomura’s throat and closes his mouth around Tomura’s bottom lip, forcing all of the come and their shared spit into Tomura’s mouth. He nibbles at the scar there and trails his hands down Tomura’s sides to rest on his hips, circling his thumbs around the bones.
“C’mon baby, you can do it,” he whispers against Tomura’s mouth, and watches his throat, enraptured, as Tomura swallows. “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s it. Such a good boy.”
Tomura shivers as he feels his own come slide down the back of his throat. He opens his eyes to see Dabi looking back at him with pupils blown wide, obviously deeply turned on by the sight before him. A smug smile creeps across burnt lips and Dabi cocks an eyebrow.
“So, how was it?”