( It's interesting, hearing him say that. Attractive? No, he thinks, at first, despite his own request.
But then Dabi is naked, and Esikko is shifting to remove his baji, the pants slipping to the floor along with the rest of the discarded clothes. He doesn't hide the way his eyes scan over him, considering every inch they pass. And as he settles back onto his face, he realizes with a quiet little laugh that alright, maybe he does find him attractive, at least a little.
Or more than a little. For a man who always seems to be so warm beneath the skin, he's got a rather cold air to his confidence. Those blue eyes are striking, his body is muscular and toned, and even those stapled on sections of skin are incredibly intriguing. Exciting, even. Most of all, though, he thinks he likes that face of his. Always so grumpy or bored— it's like a challenge to see if he can get a new expression out of him. He's thinking of that now as he places a gentle palm against his cheek, turning to lean over him more properly.
Gazing into his eyes like this, his own practically sparkling, it's probably hard to believe his next words. )
Well, I wouldn't go that far. I've seen worse.
( His smile is different here, but it's only for a moment before his free hand is shoving the tube of lube into one of Dabi's hands. )
Why don't you prepare yourself for me?
( If it were up to him, he wouldn't bother with it at all. But, maybe that's a bit too much for someone he's still afraid could leave or refuse him in the future, so he's being... nice? Considerate? Maybe.
Of course, he has his own agenda, leaning into Dabi enough to tumble them over, with Dabi on his back, so that he can kiss those lips. It's fine that he was just coughing up blood, and that he might again at any minute, apparently. After all, Esikko is a little less chaste with this one, parting his lips against Dabi's, his tongue pressing gladly against those lips.
Surely he can work on himself while dealing with Esi like this. )
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But then Dabi is naked, and Esikko is shifting to remove his baji, the pants slipping to the floor along with the rest of the discarded clothes. He doesn't hide the way his eyes scan over him, considering every inch they pass. And as he settles back onto his face, he realizes with a quiet little laugh that alright, maybe he does find him attractive, at least a little.
Or more than a little. For a man who always seems to be so warm beneath the skin, he's got a rather cold air to his confidence. Those blue eyes are striking, his body is muscular and toned, and even those stapled on sections of skin are incredibly intriguing. Exciting, even. Most of all, though, he thinks he likes that face of his. Always so grumpy or bored— it's like a challenge to see if he can get a new expression out of him. He's thinking of that now as he places a gentle palm against his cheek, turning to lean over him more properly.
Gazing into his eyes like this, his own practically sparkling, it's probably hard to believe his next words. )
Well, I wouldn't go that far. I've seen worse.
( His smile is different here, but it's only for a moment before his free hand is shoving the tube of lube into one of Dabi's hands. )
Why don't you prepare yourself for me?
( If it were up to him, he wouldn't bother with it at all. But, maybe that's a bit too much for someone he's still afraid could leave or refuse him in the future, so he's being... nice? Considerate? Maybe.
Of course, he has his own agenda, leaning into Dabi enough to tumble them over, with Dabi on his back, so that he can kiss those lips. It's fine that he was just coughing up blood, and that he might again at any minute, apparently. After all, Esikko is a little less chaste with this one, parting his lips against Dabi's, his tongue pressing gladly against those lips.
Surely he can work on himself while dealing with Esi like this. )