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[ Is this more than they both wanted to have out in the open? It's not as though Tomura hasn't heard his fair share of messed up shit, but it makes him unexpectedly nervous when he doesn't know how Dabi wants him to react. He just winds up scrutinizing the other man's expression further while he reaches out and lightly clings on to his jacket. Felt weird to be so close but holding nothing when Dabi's already touching him. ]

You don't sound like you enjoyed it much. [ He goes for a statement. Not something Dabi has to confirm or deny (or even answer) if he doesn't want. ]

[ yeah, it's definitely more than what dabi wanted to have out in the open. probably more than tomura wants too. he knows he should move his hand- this is not a moment anymore- but he doesn't exactly want to pull away either.

Still, he's good at pulling away. He's practically made an artform out of it. He almost does so, but then Tomura reaches out and holds on to him too, and dabi stays where he is. ]

I told you how he'd treat you, right?

[he knows from experience.]

Mm—I don't have to worry about getting kicked out though.

[ Maybe there's concern somewhere in the back of his mind, the same way he felt at Twice's determined rampage through Deika, but if anyone needs him to be nice Dabi sure isn't it. Instead, he just pulls Dabi closer, close enough to wrap his arms around then lace his fingers behind the man's back. ]

Gonna finish convincing me?

Wasn't my point.

[His point was that he didn't enjoy it all, but you do what you gotta do. It's better that he doesn't have to get into it anymore than that, though. He doesn't want to, and he knows he's already fucking lucky that Tomura isn't pissed or something. He's gotten him riled up enough for tonight.

Dabi relaxes once again, his finger back to moving along the ther man's jaw as he steps closer and closer. ]

Yeah.

[He confirms, then leans in and presses his lips against those much cooler, chapped ones. Dabi likes the feeling, kissing and nudging at his lips with his tongue, wanting Tomura to let him in deeper.]

[ Now that Dabi's leveled with him, told him something, Tomura feels calmer. Funny how not getting deflected with insults can improve his mood, but at least he can relax just as quickly as he gets riled up.

The tension slowly eases out of him as his eyes slide shut and he tilts his head into the kiss. He's grown to like this, honestly—Dabi's warm, steady frame pressed against him, the heat of his mouth and scarred skin. Tomura opens up to him, parting his lips with a quiet, pleased hum. ]

[ Dabi has yet to learn that, and it'll probably be a long time till he does. Telling anyone anything is something he's worked so hard on not doing. Giving away any pieces of himself feels too much. Too dangerous. It doesn't feel as dangerous now, though.

Maybe that's the most dangerous part of all.

He can't help but smile into the kiss when Tomura kisses him back. At the parted lips, Dabi's tongue sweeps into his mouth, letting out a soft hum of his own. It's not as demanding as their first kiss, but maybe it's still a little possessive. Dabi doesn't think he likes the idea of Tomura with anyone else. ]

[ He feels the smile against his lips, and he's... unbothered by it. He supposes it's good to know that Dabi isn't hung up anymore, either about Tomura's own barbed words or what they had just been talking about. With that known, he lets himself be drawn into the kiss, sinking into it much more easily now that he knows what to expect—though Dabi is still surprisingly demanding this time around.

There's an undercurrent of heat to the kiss that makes Tomura respond in kind, brushing his tongue against Dabi's with slightly more finesse than before. He's aware of a sense of want creeping into his gut, building the deeper Dabi presses in, and he tries to quell it by finally breaking away, taking a deep breath. ]

Consider your point made...

[ The good thing about Dabi is that he doesn't get hung up all that easily. Not when it comes to certain things- like Tomura. When it comes to heroes it's a whole different story, but in these moments he's hardly thinking about that. He doesn't want to think about the other shit they talked about either. It's settled now, as far as he's concerned.

It's always good when Tomura kisses him back in the kinda way that says he actually wants him. For a while there Dabi was unsure, but now he has a lot more to go on. The kisses are better this time around as well- not that they were bad before, but Tomura is a fast learner, and Dabi appreciates that in a way he'd probably never say out loud.

When Tomura pulls away, Dabi makes sure to still keep him close. ]

Took a while.

[ It's nice that Dabi keeps him close. He'd never admit it, but it feels good that someone actually seems to want to touch him. Maybe especially if it's Dabi.

That's not somewhere he wants his thoughts to go though, so he slumps a little and drops his chin on Dabi's shoulder. ]

I wasn't serious about it anyway, [ he admits in a mumble. ]

[ if this were anyone else, dabi would have pushed them away long ago. he doesn't do intimate, or affectionate, but he can't help thinking there's a little of that here. It's a feeling, more than anything. plucking at some string inside of him that he long thought was all dried up.

if he really thinks about it, he hates it, so he tries not to think about anything at all and instead moves a hand to the back of Tomura's head, carding his fingers through his stringy hair.]

Good, cause that would've put me in a real pissy mood.

[ He chose to lean in because, honestly, it's easier to talk like this than doing it while having to look at Dabi. It's easier to say contrite, truthful things.

He doesn't expect Dabi to take up playing with his hair, those fingers dragging through the curtain of white. It's so sudden and mundane that it feels both too intimate and too pleasant at the same time—he has to fight the urge to run from that foreign feeling, until it subsides after a moment frozen in place. Tomura lets his head fall lax against Dabi's shoulder. ]

You were in a pissy mood anyway. Would you be jealous? [ He certainly sounds amused by the idea. ]

[Well... whatever the reason Tomura rests his chin on his shoulder, bringing them closer, Dabi would deny what he's feeling anyway. Those contrite, truthful thing have to come from somewhere though, don't they?

Dabi doesn't really think about how his own hands are reaching for Tomura's hair out of some need to feel closer as well, so as long as they don't talk about it, it should be fine for both of them. If anyone saw them together like this though, they would probably get a whole different idea than what the two of them are trying to play it off as. ]

There's a difference between a pissy mood and a real pissy mood.

[he smirks as he says so, and then he just about rolls his eyes, even if Tomura can't see them.]

About as jealous as you were getting just a minute ago.

[ If Dabi's gonna keep him close, he might as well go in for the whole deal, right? What's more, the fire-user's near-feverish warmth feels nice to be pressed up against—that much he would admit. ]

I'm not jealous. I don't care what you used to do.

[ Maybe he does care about the 'now,' though. ]

[ Whatever the whole deal is, sure. Dabi isn't exactly moving away just yet. He does snort though. Of course Shigaraki would deny ever being jealous, and so would he. That's how this whole damn thing started. ]

So why do you keep askin' if I would be, then?

[Dabi pulls back a little so he can actually look at Tomura.]

Sounds like you kinda give a shit.

[ He frowns when he's forced to pull his head up. And just keeps right on frowning at Dabi's face at the question. ]

Even if I tell you, you won't tell me anything back. So I'm not going to tell you.

[ Very mature. ]

[ Dabi raises an eyebrow, but the reply isn't unexpected. They've been playing at this shit all night, and he knows how Tonura works. At least when it comes to this sort of thing. Nothing comes for free, and person information comes at a cost. Especially in dealing with feelings, or emotions. ]

Like I said. I'd get about as jealous as you were getting. If you don't wanna be honest about it, then...

[Dabi shrugs, because he already feels like that answer gave a lot.]

[ It is a lot, but there's still a stubborn set to Tomura's lips. He doesn't know what he wants to say, much less how he wants to say it. After a long pause, he groans. ]

Ugh.

[ But it's a kind of capitulation more than annoyance. He leans back into Dabi, arms curling tighter around his back. Definitely doesn't want to look the man straight-on with that kind of question in the air. ]

Fine, fine. I'm okay with that.

[ Dabi knows that Tomura is going to be stubborn about it, and he really can't blame him. It's not a if he isn't stubborn about every little thing as well, but after all this back and forth they just went through, they can at least try to admit a simple thing... even if it doesn't feel so simple.

He doesn't want to let Tomura lean back into him just yet, but he relents, because he can also admit that it's really fucking nice to have those skinny arms around him. It's a sort of non- answer that he gets, but he doesn't want to push it. ]

Just so you know, it's not like I was gonna go down the line. I've got no interest in anyone else over here.

[ Perhaps the most foreign thing to him right now is insecurity. Embarrassment, maybe even intimacy, he can deal with, at least enough to admit a thing or two. Insecurity though? Just fuckin' hits different when he's used to bulldozing his way through no matter what.

But he also understands well enough when Dabi's making a concession. Maybe that's something he can match. ]

Neither do I.

[ It's one of the few things this evening he's said without reservation. In some respects, he's closer to the others than to Dabi (they're certainly more open about themselves), but Tomura feels comfortable with him when they're not arguing. Which seems to be less and less, despite these occasional flare-ups. As if to punctuate that small piece of honesty, he leans up and presses a quick kiss against Dabi's lips. ]

what's your number?

my b for only being caught up with short replies lol. i'll do the other one asap!😭

it's all good! it took me forever and a day too, you're allowed xD short replies are good too!!

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