That's the reaction he's been seeking— that moaning, that desperation, that need. Esikko moves to meet it, allowing the heat of their breath to mix together, a kiss in its own right. Even if it's only for this moment, and even if this moment was manufactured, manipulated into being by a selfish desire twisting around a golden opportunity, he can feel needed in this moment. That he can give something, answer a cry like that, is something that makes him shudder, his forehead touching to Dabi's as his hips rock forward again, deeper, angling himself just right. )
There?
( The word is exhaled out like a song, teasing in the way it lifts up towards the end. But he doesn't have the patience, right now, to follow through on any actual teasing with his body. He wants nothing more than to meet those words, and the soft, breathy way he almost-laughs just afterwards is a sign of his enjoyment. It's cute, his foul little mouth, the way he speaks through gritted teeth, the way he cuts himself off. He's beginning to wrap himself too much in this feeling, he thinks, but it's just a little indulgence... Just a little fun.
And Dabi is just tolerating it, after all. Even if he can earn these reactions out of him.
With each roll of his hips, he can feel Dabi growing closer, feel himself losing the grip on stretching this out any longer. Esi's eyes are half-lidded as he tries to focus enough to watch Dabi, as close as they are, foreheads touching— and his hand relaxes into a gentle squeeze. Here, just like this, he presses deep into Dabi with a shudder of his final release, groaning as he rides out the feeling. )
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That's the reaction he's been seeking— that moaning, that desperation, that need. Esikko moves to meet it, allowing the heat of their breath to mix together, a kiss in its own right. Even if it's only for this moment, and even if this moment was manufactured, manipulated into being by a selfish desire twisting around a golden opportunity, he can feel needed in this moment. That he can give something, answer a cry like that, is something that makes him shudder, his forehead touching to Dabi's as his hips rock forward again, deeper, angling himself just right. )
There?
( The word is exhaled out like a song, teasing in the way it lifts up towards the end. But he doesn't have the patience, right now, to follow through on any actual teasing with his body. He wants nothing more than to meet those words, and the soft, breathy way he almost-laughs just afterwards is a sign of his enjoyment. It's cute, his foul little mouth, the way he speaks through gritted teeth, the way he cuts himself off. He's beginning to wrap himself too much in this feeling, he thinks, but it's just a little indulgence... Just a little fun.
And Dabi is just tolerating it, after all. Even if he can earn these reactions out of him.
With each roll of his hips, he can feel Dabi growing closer, feel himself losing the grip on stretching this out any longer. Esi's eyes are half-lidded as he tries to focus enough to watch Dabi, as close as they are, foreheads touching— and his hand relaxes into a gentle squeeze. Here, just like this, he presses deep into Dabi with a shudder of his final release, groaning as he rides out the feeling. )