I wouldn't say that, but I know a few things. I pay attention to others.
[It's in Tomura Shigaraki's best interests that he do so, after all.]
You do make a valid point. I haven't devoted any time to my own preferences. It didn't seem relevant.
[Is it odd that he hasn't considered this before? Perhaps it's just that he's been so focused on his duties and concerns. Tomura Shigaraki is no longer a child; he has to step back and allow him to be the leader he's become. However, doing something for himself wasn't a possibility he'd foreseen.]
Honestly, there are a lot of things I'm still figuring out.
[Like where he comes from, how his powers work, or even how many powers he has.]
Maybe being a monster can be easier for some people, but I can't just stand by and let other people suffer. Even if I can't fix every problem out there, I still want to try and help to make things better.
When the call comes, Essek barely has time to answer it before he is assaulted with those harsh groans, just underneath the hand over palm of arousal which he knows the pretty professor is jerking off; this was not the first time, not even the second time where they had called each other to hear orgasms, and yet that sound of climax was enough to force a final drip of come from his cock.
Ah, he can feel his body melting right into the bed and finally he is satiated and purring like a kitten, feeling sticky but langurous and then his voice, ah his voice colouring in tendrils of satisfaction as he spoke, quiet and husky as he used his voice to guide Caleb back to him.
you can either keep statin that, admirin the choice, or decide to do somethin about it, makin it relevant.
[it's not odd to dabi, considering what he knows/assumes about kurogiri and afo. kurogiri is supposed to be a neat, obedient tool that does what it's supposed to do and deviate as little from orders. and while dabi has no intention of interfering with kurogiri's role as afo's minion, there's no harm in handling the hammer when there aren't any nails to drive in, right?]
[He can't say it. How can he say it? He knows how it seems, and why Touya thought that and still thinks it. Anyone would have. He doesn't deserve the benefit of the doubt. But how can he say Touya was replaced, when it had pained him to pull away from him? Touya is here, he's wanted. He wasn't replaced. He was always irreplaceable. Enji is just a foolish man.
Even if he does say it, it's not going to improve the situation.
He sighs at the results on the phone. He and Rei both know what to do in these situations. He'll do whatever it takes to help Touya feel better, although medicating him does make him feel guilty every time.]
You'll be feeling better soon. Just rest for a while. Your mother will be there to look after you.
[how can he not say it?! he said it the moment the thought came to fruition. what does anyone do if the tool they bought or the thing they created breaks and can't do the job it's supposed to do?
they make/get a new one.
there was no pain! there was no difficulty! only a grim determination to erase him from existence and put the failed creation out of sight, out of mind! he saw it every single time. the look on endeavor's face when rei got pregnant, the hope when natsuo was born, the anger when natsuo proved a failure, and then, that final day, when shoto was born.
when toya was finally extinguished.
at least to his father, he was. the last time he really got attention from enji had been when toya attacked rei and that little puppet. anything else was a spurning glance whenever he tried to remind his father he existed...
HOW THE HELL IS THAT NOT REPLACEMENT?! AND NOW HE'S TRYING TO DENY IT!!]
YOU CANT RUN FROM ME YOULL SAY IT IF I HAVE TO RIP IT OUT OF YOU ITS THE TRUTH
[ the breath on his ear, the steady heat at his back, the hands slipping between them to roam and slick — none of these stymy the red on his cheeks or the molten flood in his veins, his legs instinctively spreading as fingers press and prod. he doesn't lift his hips so that Gojou can get the head of himself, instead twitching with the idea... ]
[ his hand follows his down, holding his wrist steady where it is. the teasing earns a scoff, but he has the right idea, turning his head to keep his face nuzzled in close to his neck. they don't do things like this very often, their roles naturally acclimatized toward the other direction, but neither of them have much qualm with mixing it up. ]
[ and Suguru supposes it must be hard for Gojou to resist him like this, sprawled in an arc over his body, weight leaned completely into him, shivering on his command, kimono rucked up around his thighs. and then his voice: ]
Put them in. [ strained, breathless. his legs spread more, inviting, rolling his hips towards Gojou's hand in a demand, for clarity. he's already half-speared on his cock, stretched out over his head, and now he wants: ] Put your fingers in, Satoru.
[ suguru is so sweet in his lap, with his head tucked against satoru's neck, legs spread around his lap. it's not the norm, but this is suguru's night to be pamered, and satoru's night to do it. he is impossible to resist anyway, in any composition, any arrangement, any way suguru chooses to show satoru that he loves him.
how impossible is that? that someone like getou suguru could love him this much.
he coos against suguru's ear, warm and deep - ] Ya sure? Haven't even stretched you out properly tonight.
[ but he obeys what he's told, a gift reserved only for suguru, and his fingers start working at the seam of the rim and satoru's cock. slow, teasing, and then quicker and firmer until his fingertips slip inside suguru, curving around himself to slick up the head and couple of inches already buried in him. ] God, I forgot how tight you are like this.
[ but it doesn't last long - satoru twists and rubs his fingers around himself, slowly buries them deeper inside suguru until he's slick inside him, easing the stretch and the push enough to sink a few more inches of his cock inside him with a slow, smooth roll upward. ] C'mon, let's get you feeling real good, Suguru.
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