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"Hey there."
That was how this whole thing started, with two simple words. Now, Dabi wouldn't admit this to just anyone, but the voice speaking so suddenly next to him made him jump in fright, spilling his drink all over his hand, and he was left with that disgusting, sticky feeling of whatever sugary crap Toga had mixed his vodka with. He turned to level a disapproving glare at the person who spoke to him, but a startled laugh left his lips instead.
"What the fuck?" He asked between breathy chuckles.
Out of everything he was expecting, given this was a Halloween party hosted by a college student, so really expecting the strangest of costumes was a given, but this? Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he'd come face to face with fucking Barney the purple fucking dinosaur. In all his tall, purple, silken, inflatable glory; Dabi had to give the person wearing the get-up props for originality. He's been to his fair share of dress up parties, never before had he seen anything close to this.
"Wow," Dabi said and absent-mindedly reached out to touch the nose of the dinosaur, and chuckled at how easily it gave under his touch. "Love the outfit, very flamboyant," he commented, and it grew increasingly easier to ignore the stickiness in his hand.
"Thanks! It was my goal to catch at least one person with my bright colors and even brighter personality," Barney said and turned to face Dabi better, the dinosaur head whipping dramatically to follow his movements. "The names Sero Hanta, by the way, but it's totally cool if you want to call me Barney."
Dabi had a hard time holding in his laughter. "Thanks, Barney, I've always wanted to talk with you in person," he said and took a drink of what was left in his cup. "You were like, my kid brother's hero growing up."
Somehow, Dabi just knew the guy under the costume was beaming. "Sounds like he has amazing taste, who wouldn't look up to me?"
"A sane person."
Sero burst into infectious laughter, and Dabi couldn't help but join him, because the way the damn costume moved so unnaturally and dramatically was too damn funny. Sero eventually quieted down and smoothed his hands over the dinosaur's belly.
"Okay no, but for real, were you actually tortured by the Barney and friends show?" Sero asked, sounding far too serious for the conversation topic.
Dabi hummed and downed the rest of his drink. "Every Saturday morning I'd wake up to that damn music. Just seeing you like this brings up terrible memories."
"Well, we can't have that," Sero said and rested a fist of his hip, the costume's head jerking funny again. "So what's your name, hot stuff?"
"Why do you wanna know?" Dabi asked and raised one eyebrow.
"Gotta know the name of the person I'm about to ask to help me get out of this damn costume," Sero said, and Dabi could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
After a moment's hesitation, he relented. "Todoroki Touya, but call me Dabi."
"Nice to meet you, Dabi," Sero said and boldly took Dabi's empty cup and put it on a nearby table. "So, you want to help me out of this costume?"
And that's how Dabi found himself like this, in the first empty bathroom they could find, the cool porcelain of the zinc digging into his hips, moans spilling shamelessly from his lips as Sero fucked him from behind. He hadn't exactly expected much when he was propositioned in the weirdest, yet vaguest way ever in his life, but he figured he could get a half decent lay out of it at least. This was so much better than he'd thought.
First of all, Sero was incredibly hot underneath his Barney costume, the grin on his lips was infuriatingly attractive, second of all, he was so dominating, and one of the best kissers Dabi's ever had before. There wasn't a third, but damn the sex was good, so maybe that should be the third point?
"Fuck," Dabi moaned, his breathing had fogged up the mirror right in front of his face, to the point that he couldn't make out any shapes if he managed to keep his eyes open long enough. "Fuck," he repeated, his voice taking on a whiney tone as Sero's cock brushed perfectly against his sweet spot.
"Yeah," Sero chuckled, and that shouldn't be as hot as it was, but fuck if this man didn't absolutely do it for Dabi. "Shit, you're really tight," he commented, slowing his pace so he could thrust in deep with sharp snaps of his hips. "And so hot. I should've tasted you first, want to see if you'd be as hot around my tongue as you are on my cock."
Dabi squeezed, clenching around him almost unbearably tight, and Sero groaned in pleasure. The bathroom was fairly quiet, considering the raging party outside, and Dabi was glad the door had a working lock, otherwise they would've been walked in on several times already, proven by how the handle started to jiggle and someone pounded their fist against the door. Dabi shifted to find a more comfortable place to hold onto the zinc, his hands started aching a few minutes ago, but he couldn't let go.
"Can I pull your hair?" Sero asked, voice low murmur so the guy trying to break the door down wouldn't hear.
"Yeah," Dabi said with a nod, rolling his hips back to meet Sero's slow pace, teetering on the edge of bliss for the past few minutes, it felt like his dick was starting to burn with the desire to cum, and it hurt, but it felt so fucking good. "Hmn, fuck-hah," he gasped as Sero tangled his fingers into his hair in a tight grip and pulled, tilting his head back forcefully with it
Sero nipped the spot behind one of his ears, keeping his thrusts strong and deep, rubbing incessantly over his sweet spot. "Too tight?" He asked, voice low in Dabi's ear.
"No, no, no," Dabi said, almost frantic, as he tried to shake his head. "Perfect. Keep going, please," he pleaded breathily, eyes fluttering shut as he squeezed his hands around the porcelain again, to fight the urge to touch his own cock.
"Faster?" Sero asked and leaned back, not too far because he didn't want to hurt Dabi, but he really wanted to watch his cock disappear in the man's tight hole.
"Yes, God, please," Dabi whined and swallowed thickly, his eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown.
Sero hummed, grabbed Dabi's hip with his free hand and started to speed up again. Dabi moaned, deep and guttural; absent-mindedly he was glad the man pounding on the door had left already, there was no way he wouldn't have heard Dabi now.
Pleasure coiled tightly in his lower stomach, his cock twitching and dripping pre cum down his length, and he was oh so tempted to just curl his fingers around and finally cum, but Sero had expressly told him not to. Wanted him to cum on his cock alone, and Dabi couldn't deny how much the very thought of that turned him on. He made a mental note to try to remember taking this man's number, he didn't think he would come across a good lay like this very soon.
"Fuck, I'm close," Sero groaned, giving one sharp tug to Dabi's hair before he let go, sliding his warm palm along the nape of his neck to clamp down on his shoulder for better leverage. "You feel so good."
Dabi's hole twitched around his cock, walls fluttering as more pre cum dripped down his length. He could feel that familiar, warm and tingling feeling building up in his stomach, sending waves and waves, more intense than the last, traveling down his lower body. His legs trembled, and Sero's cock was thick and long inside him, rubbing his rim raw and stretching him so wide, filling him better than anyone else had before. Part of him wished they could've taken this to a bedroom instead, and wanted to try all kinds of positions with Sero, who he was sure was one of those people who effortlessly adapted to their partner and their needs. Something told him that a sexual relationship with Sero would be the most satisfying thing he could indulge in.
"I'm so close," Dabi said, voice hoarse as he hung his head, bangs swaying with Sero's rough thrusts, and he wished he could deny how his legs nearly buckled. "I'm gonna cum," he whined, knuckles turning white under the force of the grip he had on zinc.
"Fuck yes," Sero moaned, deeply satisfied, and pushed up the back of Dabi's shirt to rest in the middle of his back. "Go on baby, let me see you cum on my cock."
Sero slowed down just a little, gritting his teeth as Dabi's walls clenched painfully tight around him, but the deep, satisfied moan that spilled from the man's throat as he came was well worth it. Dabi's body tensed with the force of his orgasm, back arching just slightly with sensitivity as Sero fucked him through his bliss.
"God, the way you sound," Sero murmured, thrusts growing erratic as Dabi's moans turned into whines of overstimulation, but he didn't stop grinding his hips back into Sero's. "Wanna see you cum next time," he said mindlessly, and pulled out, curling his fingers tightly around his cock, and stroked it quickly, breathing short and fast as he moaned, and came across Dabi's lower back.
The bathroom grew quiet again, the distant sound of music playing mixing well with their heavy breathing. Dabi lay slumped uncomfortably against the zinc, too tired to even try to move, and he wasn't sure if his legs could even carry his weight at the moment. Sero swallowed dryly, absently caressing the warm skin of Dabi's back where he still held his shirt up.
"Here, let me help you clean up," Sero murmured, carefully stepping away to grab a random washcloth - he didn't even know whose house they were at - and wet it right under Dabi's chest, and cleaned the man's lower back and ass from his cum and lube. "Think you can straighten up, hm?" He asked, already slipping an arm under Dabi to help him.
"So gentlemanly," Dabi hummed, holding his shirt up as Sero wiped his lower stomach clean.
"Thanks, pretty sure Barney taught me well."
The comment pulled a surprised laugh from Dabi, who'd somehow managed to forget about the purple dinosaur costume that had brought them here in the first place. The horrendous thing lay in a crumpled pile next to the door, abandoned, but not forgotten, apparently.
"Turn around," Sero said softly and guided Dabi to turn around and face him.
There was a few moments of intense staring, taking in each other's facial features, before they met in a surprisingly soft kiss. Dabi's heart skipped a beat, and somehow he just knew this wouldn't be the last time he saw Sero.
"Can I have your number?" Sero asked, as if he could read Dabi's thoughts. "I have a whole folder of too many Barney memes I need to bombard you with."
Dabi chuckled. "You're going to make me relive my childhood trauma?" He asked jokingly.
"The first step to recovery is to face your fears," Sero said solemnly as he nodded. "How about it, hot stuff?"
"Sure," Dabi drawled. "As long as you promise to fuck me like that again next time."
Sero laughed, loud and boisterous as he curled his arms around Dabi's waist and pulled them flush together. "Oh I promise, it's going to be even better next time."