Drabble-A-Thon 3 Prompt 9
Pairing: Shigadabi
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: From @dahvampire Shortly after getting together, Tomura starts to notice that Dabi seems to have some hang ups and discomforts around sex and intimacy. He confronts Dabi and learns about his experiences with past partners.
Contents: BDSM, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Dry Orgasm.
Dabi is... jumpy. When they first met, Tomura just thought that he was a standoffish asshole, but over time it became more and more obvious that Dabi was so quick to get violent because he is skittish. He's scared of getting hurt so he just lashes out first because, he supposes, it's better to be considered a madman than a coward.
After Kamino, though, he mellowed with them a lot. He thinks that has to do with the fact that he knows that they took care of him when he had been knocked out. They made sure he was alright in the aftermath too when he was so badly concussed that he couldn't string a sentence together let alone stay on his feet. It's not until they have the PLF that Tomura tries to approach Dabi in any kind of a romantic way. And he's startled by how... nervous that makes the arsonist. It takes him a few days before he comes back and actually gives him a proper response, though Tomura chalks that up to the fact that he didn't want to go in on this halfway and when he, well, he supposes that Toga would say he 'confessed', he had been upfront that he was a dominant and looking to not just have a partner, but also a sub. Still, at least Dabi said 'yes' and he finally gets to have the arsonist in his bed after months of wanting him.
It's been all of three weeks since then, and Dabi is still so skittish unless he brings him completely out of his mind when he takes him to bed. "One more, beautiful." He murmurs, delighting in the way that Dabi's chest is heaving, how there are little flashes of blue casting light against his teeth and tongue as his kiss-swollen lips fall open to let out those pants, whines, and moans that brought his arousal higher in turn. He's already pulled out of his firefly and wants to drag one more orgasm out of the other man if he can. His fourth of the night if Dabi's body can manage it. He whimpers so cutely as he shakes his head weakly, but his fingers are still clutching at his arms, not signaling him in a way that would actually have him stopping.
So Tomura presses a kiss that's sweet and soft against his cheek before his hand moves back to his baby's half-hard cock. He keens from how oversensitive he is as he starts to work his hand over him. He teases at the soft skin, rubs his thumb along his ladder, still marveling at the unique texture of the piercings along his length. More kisses along Dabi's neck as he listens to him keen and whine, his his twitching beneath him as he tries to pull away without moving too far from the touch he knows must be a wonderful tangle of agony and bliss on the other's nerves. And he doesn't relent. He strokes him, slowly enough not to risk irritating his skin in a way that will stop this from airing on the side of pleasure.
He savors the way that bloody tears slip over Dabi's temples as his hips move one more time, trying to retreat, before the next stroke has his balls tightening again. He's already painted his spend over their skin so many times tonight, so Tomura is nearly vibrating with delight when he watches him twitch against his palm, but not even a drop of cum manages to leak out of his baby with the orgasm that must feel like sandpaper beneath his skin.
"There," He is breathless with his own delight as he lets go of his lover's sore cock that softens rapidly without the continued stimulation. "Such a good boy, you did such a good job." They're both a mess, so he reaches for the nightstand and the body wipes inside so that he can start to clean them up, at least enough so he can get Dabi settled.
The arsonist has pretty much caught his breath by the time that Tomura is starting to settle again, wanting to pull his firefly close and share in the softness that he sometimes thinks that he can only find when he's let himself be cruel in these distinct ways before.
And Dabi flinches, starting to sit up the same way he has every other time that they've gone to bed together.
"Firefly, stay with me." He murmurs, trying to sound sweet and soothing, trying to remind him that he... isn't whatever Dabi had before that made him so nervous about being close with his partners after they've finished fucking.
Dabi is always quietest after they've slept together, but he lets him reach for him, lets himself be pulled into his chest and back down onto the bed. He's so warm in his arms and Tomura waits for the beat that it always takes for Dabi's breath to shudder in his chest, for the trembling to stop, and for his hands to clutch onto him like now he's terrified of being let go. He tucks his face away and Tomura lets him work through whatever riot of emotion goes through his mind when he's like this.
It's about half an hour later that he finally chances, "Why do you always want to run off so soon, baby boy? You know that I always want to keep you close, don't you?"
Dabi doesn't answer immediately, just shrugging weakly against his body, his temperature creeping up a little higher, though Tomura isn't sure if that's nerves or embarrassment. He holds onto him a little tighter and after a second lets out one of those shaky breaths again before he mumbles. "...No one else did."
Tomura tries not to tense. "What do you mean, sweetheart?"
He shrugs again, but he does talk more immediately this time. "...Didn't have a lot of people who wanted to touch me in the first place. Most of them didn't want me to stick around once they got off. You're the only one who has ever wanted to get me off, let alone that many times." Dabi snorts, like this is a joke that only the two of them are in on, "Most of them didn't even give me the one before they were throwing my clothes at me."
Like his heart doesn't squeeze in his chest like the sorrow his lover is choosing to share with him can't possibly wound him when it's so clear that it still hurts Dabi after every encounter. He holds him a little tighter. "I'm never going to send you away like that, firefly." Never going to deny him his orgasms either, at least not until his firefly stops being scared that he's just going to toss him aside at the end of every scene. "I want you right here, so I can show you how much I love getting to be close to you."
Dabi stiffens slightly in his arms, but Tomura doesn't waver at all. He wants his wildfire to know that he means every word. Dabi stopped flinching when any of the League get into his space too quickly. Tomura is going to show him that he can trust him to take care of him while they're together. He's going to make sure that he expects to be adored and cherished for twice as long as he ever asks his lover to give him his submission. He will scrub away every scuff that that his previous partners have left to tarnish Dabi's view of intimacy. It's the least that Tomura can do to show Dabi how happy he is that he decided to be his.
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