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Shigaraki stood from the bed and strode on wobbling legs to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, not that he really believed that Dabi would follow him, but he needed the privacy. He needed to consider how he was feeling about the whole thing. Besides a little sore, and wet between his thighs, he supposed there was no lasting effect to his body. Dabi had been careful enough, though if it happened again, Shigaraki might insist on using more lubrication.
He'd allowed Dabi to push deep inside, to put his hands on his body, on him but also in him, in ways that he hadn't before experienced with another person. It was okay, though. Dabi hadn't pushed for more than he was willing to give. He'd seemed happy enough with the circumstances, with what Shigaraki could comfortably allow him to do.
Happy enough, to slip on a condom and show Shigaraki how slowly and carefully he could fill him up. Dabi had him on his back, legs spread and up, ankles gripped casually from time to time so Dabi could position his legs how he wanted them. Shigaraki had let him move his limbs like a doll, unsure of what to do with them himself. If they did it again, Shigaraki would know. He wouldn't be so unsure. If there was anything he was good at, it was learning from experience, and he'd learned a lot today.
Right now, he was learning how messy the entire process was, and shoving a towel between his still shaking thighs. He could have taken a shower, but he wasn't sure he trusted himself to stand under the water. Right now he was sitting on the toilet, one hand gripping the towel between his legs, and the other hand pushed against his own thigh, trying to keep himself steady.
"Boss?" Dabi's voice came from the other side of the door, accompanied by a gentle knock. "You okay in there?"
He hadn't really expected Dabi to stick around so long. Dabi's suggestion that they sleep together had hardly been a romantic proposition. Not that Shigaraki had much experience with romance, either, but he'd spent enough time online to understand what a hook up was. He didn't pretend to know what Dabi had been thinking, but it hadn't been too shocking to hear that he wanted to take the edge off in the way that they had.
"I'm taking a piss." He wasn't, but if Dabi called his bluff, he was sure that he could make that effort.
"Well, bring a towel with you when you come out," Dabi grumbled, as if he couldn't very well go back to his own room if he needed one that badly. Shigaraki was fairly sure that he'd been the one getting soaked throughout the entire thing. Dabi only had to deal with one condom full of fluid. But, if Dabi was going to wait until he came out, then there was no sense in hiding away in the bathroom. Perhaps Shigaraki wouldn't be feeling so shaken if he put a little more concentration into getting himself off more often. He wouldn't say that the orgasm had taken him by surprise, but he wasn't used to it either. It had been sharp and quick, and taken the breath out of him in a way that never happened when he was alone and rubbing one out.
He abandoned the towel he had been using and found a new one for Dabi, unwilling to share that sort of thing, even if what they had done was arguably more intimate. When he opened the door, he saw that Dabi was lying on his back on the bed, still as naked as when Shigaraki had left the room.
"Here." Shigaraki tossed the towel next to him and turned away. Nudity should have been nothing after sex, but to see Dabi leaning back so casually, his dick soft and lying against his thigh, was almost too much to bear. Shigaraki found a hoodie and boxers and slipped them on, and only then did he turn to look at Dabi again. Usually, when people that knew about his quirk watched him, it was to keep an eye on his hands, to track their position relative to their own space. Dabi was staring at his face.
"I had a good time," Dabi said, and Shigaraki was relieved, because it sounded like he was getting ready to leave. But when he sat up, he reached out and grabbed Shigaraki by his wrist and pulled him onto his own bed.
"It was...good," Shigaraki agreed, even if he wasn't sure why Dabi was sitting him in his lap and running his hands over his stiff shoulders.
"Aw, you're gonna break my heart, boss. That's hardly a five star review." Dabi pressed his thumbs into the back of Shigaraki's neck, massaging relentlessly, and despite himself, Shigaraki could feel his body starting to relax.
"You said 'hook up'," Shigaraki reminded him. "I don't know what you want from me." Shigaraki only knew about hook ups from Google. Spinner had made a face at him when he'd asked, and Twice started going on about how he was only looking for a committed relationship while interrupting himself with a song about how you couldn't make a hoe into a housewife, which was when Shigaraki gave up and looked to the internet for help. But he didn't know what Dabi wanted, and Shigaraki hated not knowing all the facts.
"Wanna stay and make sure you're okay, for one thing," Dabi murmured. "You keep looking at me like you're gonna throw me out."
"I'm not used to sharing space."
Shigaraki was practically boneless underneath Dabi's hands at this point. Dabi had moved onto his thighs, which ached from the different positions he'd been in, positions he wasn't used to having his body.
"Feeling better?" Dabi asked, pressing his lips onto the underside of his jaw. They had kissed before, and during, and Shigaraki was still trying to work out if that was an all the time thing, or an only during sex thing.
"Sore on the inside, too," Shigaraki admitted with a small voice.
"You're--? Was I too rough with you?
Shigaraki shook his head. "I don't think so. I needed more lube, probably."
Dabi squeezed him around his middle, pulling them close together. "Damn. I'll make it up to you?"
"All right." Shigaraki felt Dabi's hands on his thighs again, soothing, moving up and down. His thighs had stopped shaking at some point, though he didn't know when that was. "Are you going to put on some clothes?"
"I sleep naked."