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“No! It’s over! I already told you”, Tomura tugs his arm away from the hold Dabi has on him, and the scarred man clicks his tongue at the brusque way he’s pushed away.
Now that his hands have nothing to do, Dabi crosses them impatiently over his chest, tapping his foot. Meeting Tomura’s glowering with an unimpressed look, “Look, Tomura, I don’t-”, he starts but the other man cuts him off angrily.
“My names not Tomura! It’s Tenko!”.
Dabi barely stops himself from rolling his eyes at the outburst, he doubts that the other man would appreciate it. He tightens his jaw, this time making sure not to step on any toes, “Alright, Tenko, I don’t get why you think he’s right for you. What does he have that I don’t? What can he give you that I can’t? That I haven’t already given you?”.
Dabi looks at Tomura’s downturned face, the way his slender face tightens unhappily and his fist clenches tightly. Dabi presses his earbud deeper into his ear, making sure he can hear the song properly.
Girl, why you looking so good?
Tapping his foot to the rhythm as he waits for Tomura to find his words, ogling the other man. His appearance hasn’t changed much since they’ve last seen each other, black band t-shirt and ripped jeans, a red flannel shirt wrapped around his waist. And many wristbands and rings adoring his arms and hands, standing out against the man’s pale skin.
He can spot some white strands at the top of his head, peeking out from the black. It was probably his influence to make Tomura stop dying his hair, he thinks bitterly.
“Because…he’s safe”, Dabi feels his eye twitch at the word, but keeps his mouth shut, letting him continue, “I don’t think I can keep up with your lifestyle anymore. It’s getting too much…”.
We can talk about it
“You said it was okay, you said you loved me. Or was that a lie?”, he keeps his voice quiet, not wanting to scare him away.
“N-no, I do-I did love you”, Tomura scratches his arm unsure, shifting nervously on his feet, and Dabi smirks inwardly at the slip.
He steps forward slowly, making sure the other man can walk away if he wanted to, but he doesn’t, and that’s a win.
He tenderly wraps his arms around his boyfriend, or ex now, but he has a plan to fix it all. “Look, I understand. I suppose I get a bit too wild sometimes, but I’ll get better”, he strokes up and down Tomura’s back, noting he’s gained some weight.
“Won’t you give me another chance?”, he pulls back to look into Tomura’s grey eyes, the other man has always been so weak to his blue ones.
“No, I..”, he starts uncertain, and it’s everything Dabi needs.
“Okay, if you don’t want to be in relationship. How about something else?”, he grins inwardly when he knows he has Tomura’s attention.
“What?”, looking a little suspicious.
Dabi leans close enough for their breaths to mingle, and a cheers when Tomura doesn’t pull away, “Why don’t we have some fun behind your new guy’s back? That way you can have both of us”.
“That’s-!”, he’s stops himself, biting his lip, not completely against the idea apparently, “What if he finds out?”. Tomura looks at him, doubtful at his proposal, their lips nearly touching when they’re speaking.
“We’ll make sure he never finds out. What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him. What do you say?”, he inches closer, only a hairsbreadth separating their lips.
There’s a soft “Okay” and Dabi surges forward to capture Tomura’s lips, his tongue asking for entry. Tomura lets out a cute moan when he licks into his mouth. Dabi’s tongue piercing making itself known against Tomura’s tongue, the man always said he loved it. All of his piercings, actually.
When they part a beautiful red blush has taken over Tomura’s sharp cheekbones, his lips shiny with spit and grey eyes dazed after their passionate kiss. Makes him wanna kiss him again…
Hurts when you’re looking so good…
“You’re sure this is fine?”, Tomura looks up at him doubtful, his messy locks like a dark halo around him, gorgeous naked and splayed on the bed as he is. All of his cute little moles, his pert pink nipples and pretty little cunt on display.
“You’re on the pills right? I don’t see why not”, Dabi brushes off his worries, tearing open a packet of lube and pouring it onto his cock, throwing the foil away. He spreads it around his shaft and settles between Tomura’s thighs, with his clean hand strokes along a tense flank.
“What if there’s a chance?”, he says still worried.
“Then we’ll deal with it when the time comes”, he makes sure the slick is spread around evenly, his cock and barbells glistening.
“I guess so…alright, I’m..ready”, Tomura lays back down, watching him, waiting. He’s always loved the initial slide.
Dabi positions the head at his cunt and pushes inside. Tomura gasps as he takes in his Prince Albert piercing, then begins to writhe on the mattress when the Jacob’s ladder follows straight after.
It already looks like Tomura has problems breathing when he bottoms out, gasping harshly and moans at every slight movement.
“Feels good doesn’t it?”, he places one hand under each thigh and lifts them up over his shoulders, giving a thrust and gleefully watching slender fingers scramble against the bedding.
“Dabi!”, and it’s like music to his ears, once he’s begun he can’t stop.
Setting a harsh and punishing pace, greedily watching how Tomura’s pussy takes his cock, piercings and all. The other man whimpering as another orgasm washes over him, and Dabi bites his lips as the warm insides clenches around his dick.
He tries to drag it out, making sure Tomura experiences at least three orgasms before he will let himself finish.
“Fuck, I love your pussy. So fucking good”, his thrusts turn jerky and sloppy, not far away, his black bangs sticking to his forehead and sweat dripping down his face.
“Pull out…Dabi…you can’t…”, Tomura looks up at him teary eyed, and he looks so fucking pretty. It should have been him, his anger fuels his thrusts, not listening to Tomura’s pleading.
“I don’t think I will”, he says through gritted teeth, his hips smacking against Tomura’s ass. “Fuck! Fucking take it! Take it..!”, he grinds in deep, milking himself inside the twitching cunt as Tomura also comes.
Afterwards, he’s roughly shoved off, his dick slips out and he catches his cum leaking out with it. The man looks at him with betrayal and anger in his eyes, before quickly getting off the bed and putting on his clothes.
Dabi doesn’t say anything, only sitting up on the side of the bed and lighting up a joint. Watching Tomura stand on unsteady legs, struggling with getting them into his pants. A streak of white running down his thighs.
He watches dispassionately as Tomura storms out the door, slamming it shut behind him and leaving Dabi behind in the shitty motel room.
He huffs on the joint, inhaling it into his lungs, letting it sit until he feels the need to breathe and exhales.
When it’s nearly finished, he stubs it out on his forearm, not even wincing and hums to himself, “Just like the sunset, you’re pretty when you’re leaving…”.
Dabi lights up another joint, this is third one in under half an hour, his foot tapping restlessly as he looks at his phone. No new messages. There’s an annoying itch under his skin, it’s a shame he’s already used up his little drug supply.
He picks at the scarred skin along his jaw, doesn’t care if he pick too much, just needs something to do. Dabi has tried sending a couple messages to Tomura, at least he hasn’t been blocked since he knows they’re being read. Though he hasn’t bothered sending more, as that may incentivize him to change that.
He wonders if Tomura has told his oh-so-wonderful boyfriend of their little affair, maybe not, since he hasn’t got the rotten door to his apartment kicked in yet. The only sounds inside his apartment is the creek of wood and the low music coming from his cheap speaker.
Dabi finishes his joint, making sure to stub it out on his arm at the exact same spot as the previous two. Picking up his phone to pull up his photo album, going through old pictures of them together. Getting stuck on one he took of Tomura one winter. It should have been him.
I wanna feel again, wish I could just forget
He undoes his jeans, pulling out his cock and jerks off, there’s no sense of pleasure behind his movements. Only a need to let off steam.
His movements harsh and dry, ripping a forceful orgasm out of himself, grunting as he covers his own hand. He stares at it.
A sudden surge of rage fills him and he throws his phone at a wall, standing up and breathing harshly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”.
“It should have been me!”, he screams at nothing in particular, kicking his fucking kitchen table. Grabs a chair, not caring that he’s smearing his cum everywhere, slamming it down, again and again, until it splinters.
After he’s ruined his own apartment he’s left with nothing, he goes to the sink to wash off whatever remains on his hand. Walking to where his phone lies on the floor, picking it up, the screens broken but it works.
Stuck inside my head
He’ll…he’ll send one last message. Yes, this is fine. Everything will be fine, he has a plan…
“You…wanted to talk?”, Tomura stands a couple feet away from where he’s leaning against his motorcycle.
He nods, the night hiding most of his hideousness, “I did, I understand if you want to cut ties with me. So, how about one last ride together? For old times sake?”. Dabi gives a tired smile, taking in Tomura’s troubled expression, finding anger, doubt, sadness.
The other man is dressed in a coat that’s definitely not his own, and he hates that Tomura’s even wearing it, but he must keep his emotions in check.
“I…”, Tomura starts, but the words get stuck in his throat, not meeting his eyes.
“Come on, one last late night ride. You used to love them. And I’ll take you home”, he reaches out a hand and grey eyes stare at it for moment before taking it.
“Alright, one last ride”, he breathes out.
Dabi twists around to sit properly, handing Tomura the spare helmet. He makes sure to push in his earphones properly before putting on his own helmet. Enjoying the closeness when arms wrap around him, holding on tight.
Pulling away from the curb slowly, driving through the city and all its neon lights, then out to the highway where he speeds up.
He keeps going.
And he doesn’t stop.
The arms tighten painfully around him, and he can almost hear Tomura begging, “Slow down! Dabi! Please, I’m scared! You’re going too fast!”.
He drowns it out further with his own singing,
“Girl, why you looking so good?! I’ve been feeling so bad!
We can talk about it! We can talk about it!
Hurts when you’re looking so good! I’ve been feeling so bad!”
and he laughs.
Maybe after this, when they’re found, maybe his father will finally give a shit about him…
I can’t live without you…