( It's even better like this, feeling Dabi beneath him, around him, even after the fact— he exhales shakily, waiting for the last of their movements to slow to a stop before he allows his body to sink over Dabi's, laying half on top of him. He doesn't care about the mess, about the warmth now pressed sticky between them— or, he rather likes it. He hears those words as he tries to catch his breath, pressing his heavy exhales into Dabi's ear, his neck, as he does.
Did it work? He turns his face slightly, into Dabi a little more, and remembers their joined hands. Slowly, he slips his fingers from the grip and down to his wrist, instead, resting down gently. )
Didn't it?
( He realizes now, as he comes down from this high, that it had been some time since Dabi had coughed up any blood or any flower petals. Esi's lips curve into a small little smile, his fingertip tracing something on Dabi's wrist, idly. It seems like... he might have just gotten away with this little indulgence. )
You haven't coughed lately. ( It's only now that he finally slips out from him, reluctant as it is, and pulls his hand away along with it. He rolls a little more off of him, to his side, but the warmth and his own exhaustion (not to mention this tiny ass bed) keeps him close, his hand moving to rest over Dabi's chest, instead. Honestly, it would have been nice to stay like that for a while— but admitting that to himself, let alone to Dabi, is another story. And he already feels like he's pushing it by not immediately pulling away or distancing himself. )
How do you feel? Need to go a second time? ( It's like, mostly a joke. Half a joke. )
( he doesn't even realize it until it's gone--until the weight of esikko's hand shifts, and then it's just fingers that gently press down, fingers that idly trace at the scarred skin along his wrist. it feels like being released from a spell: it feels like he's suddenly free, and it's worrying that he doesn't like it, that he doesn't like the curl of esikko's voice or the idle way he touches him. that cloying, heated pressure isn't there anymore; with a slow swallow, he brings his own hand up, touching at the length of his throat.
maybe it did work. what a fucking ridiculous notion.
his legs part, bracing, to let esikko slip out from inside of him--his thighs ache, tensed too long, his whole body a warm, sluggish weight, and it feels a little embarrassing, a little like weakness, to be so blown out, to sag into the mattress. there's no cruelty in the way that he plucks esikko's hand off his chest; he's just moving it away so it doesn't slip on its own accord as he slowly eases up onto his elbows.
his head hurts. with a narrowed glance, he tilts to look down at esikko. )
I'm fine. ( his jaw locks, a grumbling sound in the back of his throat. ) ...Thanks. I guess.
( with another breath, he pushes to sit up fully, immediately reaching for his discarded clothes. experiment complete. )
( Just like that, and the warmth that was shared between them is already fading. It feels especially noticeable in these lower levels— or maybe Esikko was just a little extra worked up from all the blood. That had to be it. Still laying down in the shadow of their created warmth, Esikko's now free hand runs fingers through his own hair, idly, as if to fix it a little, and his eyes slide to follow Dabi's reaching arm.
It's not as if he didn't expect him to leave right after. He did, it would be weird if he didn't— so why does he feel disappointed? )
Mm.
( Ridiculous, he's being ridiculous, even as he smiles with his own words. It's making him antsy, is all— like he wants to fidget, move, do something. But there's no space to do it in this hole of a room, anyway. He looks back to where Dabi had been laying just a moment earlier, allowing his hand to drop back there. )
Well, if you find yourself with the same issue again, you know where to find me.
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Did it work? He turns his face slightly, into Dabi a little more, and remembers their joined hands. Slowly, he slips his fingers from the grip and down to his wrist, instead, resting down gently. )
Didn't it?
( He realizes now, as he comes down from this high, that it had been some time since Dabi had coughed up any blood or any flower petals. Esi's lips curve into a small little smile, his fingertip tracing something on Dabi's wrist, idly. It seems like... he might have just gotten away with this little indulgence. )
You haven't coughed lately. ( It's only now that he finally slips out from him, reluctant as it is, and pulls his hand away along with it. He rolls a little more off of him, to his side, but the warmth and his own exhaustion (not to mention this tiny ass bed) keeps him close, his hand moving to rest over Dabi's chest, instead. Honestly, it would have been nice to stay like that for a while— but admitting that to himself, let alone to Dabi, is another story. And he already feels like he's pushing it by not immediately pulling away or distancing himself. )
How do you feel? Need to go a second time? ( It's like, mostly a joke. Half a joke. )
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maybe it did work. what a fucking ridiculous notion.
his legs part, bracing, to let esikko slip out from inside of him--his thighs ache, tensed too long, his whole body a warm, sluggish weight, and it feels a little embarrassing, a little like weakness, to be so blown out, to sag into the mattress. there's no cruelty in the way that he plucks esikko's hand off his chest; he's just moving it away so it doesn't slip on its own accord as he slowly eases up onto his elbows.
his head hurts. with a narrowed glance, he tilts to look down at esikko. )
I'm fine. ( his jaw locks, a grumbling sound in the back of his throat. ) ...Thanks. I guess.
( with another breath, he pushes to sit up fully, immediately reaching for his discarded clothes. experiment complete. )
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It's not as if he didn't expect him to leave right after. He did, it would be weird if he didn't— so why does he feel disappointed? )
Mm.
( Ridiculous, he's being ridiculous, even as he smiles with his own words. It's making him antsy, is all— like he wants to fidget, move, do something. But there's no space to do it in this hole of a room, anyway. He looks back to where Dabi had been laying just a moment earlier, allowing his hand to drop back there. )
Well, if you find yourself with the same issue again, you know where to find me.