The moment he had closed his eyes seemed to seamlessly blend with the moment his conscious began to stir, body remaining lax and breathing remaining even despite the fact. No DREAMS had haunted him during his lumber, much to his relief, and he felt as if he’d actually gotten enough sleep for the first time in…a very long time. The room was warm and quiet as he could feel Sullivan moving, though he did not appear to be trying to ESCAPE just yet.
Cerulean barely peeks into existence for a moment as he witnesses pale fingers ghosting over bruised skin, relaxation pulling them closed again before he can be noticed. With his arm still, surprisingly, splayed out over the noir’s waist, Dabi is quick to solidify his grip when the resistance of movement threatens to break it. Eyes again slowly blink open as the noise greets his ears, followed shortly by an almost shy ‘good morning’. Minor traces of irritation are already lacing the villain’s expression, but they are not as defined as usual.
Gaze is quick to flick to his hand gripping the sheet further up his chest– a breathy laugh tinged with lingering sleep leaving his lips before a yawn tugged at his staples. “I’ve seen you naked and been inside you, there’s not much of a point in hiding.” Face is half buried into the noir’s side, lips carelessly mouthing at the skin– greeted by a JOLT and a barely suppressed laugh. Was he ticklish? ( Good to know. )
Finally deciding to rise, albeit only slightly, Dabi presses his weight against Sullivan as he rests his chin against the nook of his bruised neck, teeth barely grazing it with tenderness almost reminiscent of a KISS. After a moment longer, he tosses his side of the sheet away, almost LAZILY rising to his feet without any clear indication he intends to dress immediately.
Fingers rake through thick hair and down the back of his neck, gaze surveying the clothes strewn about before coming to fall upon the noir. “Why bother putting clothes on when the shower is right there? Just go use it and get dressed after.” Was he partially saying that in hopes of convincing Sullivan to allow the ravenette to see his naked figure stalking towards the bathroom? Absolutely. Did he intend to join him after he heard the water start running? Most definitely.
“I--” He had a point. Dabi had already seen every inch of him and then some. But, it did nothing to curb his embarrassment. Caught with no comeback as Dabi chuckled at his mannerisms, Sullivan instead resorted to a pout, one cheek collecting air to puff up. Actually, it was more like a SULK. It was quick to deflate, however, forced out of him as he felt pressure on his side, tickling his waste. He was terribly ticklish and it was a weakness he was really trying to hide from Dabi. The desperate inch from his lips along with the stifled giggle was enough to give him away though. He even got a smile from Sullivan, unfortunately...another way to tease him would be logged for later use.
After some meandering on his flesh, Dabi had decided to get himself up. The sheet remained held by Sullivan, pressed to himself just a little more loosely as he saw his confidence getting up. There was no shame to be found, the man simply basking in the trail of clothing strewn about the room. Sullivan would admit that his eyes wandered across Dabi, noting features that he hadn’t been able to investigate the night before.
He was HANDSOME. Even underneath the scarring, you could tell that he had defined musculature, back muscles shifting as he was stretching and carrying himself across the room (and he took note of the marks he had left behind). Sullivan felt silly for staring, his eyes shifting when Dabi finally turned back towards him. There was another peek when he couldn’t help himself though, just one more look at him.
It was time to go and shower. There really was no point in dressing himself just to undress in the bathroom. Meekly, Sullivan scooted himself to the edge of the bed, letting his feet settle on the concrete flooring, the sheet still hugged to himself. Slowly though, he was dropping it, raising himself up to his feet. As he stood though, he immediately fell back down to sit on the bed, the faintest sound of pain passing over his lips.
So sore...he had felt it when he was laying down, but it seemed worse when he tried to stand himself up. Especially back there. A hand came to rub his hip, getting as close as he could to where the tenderness was to massage before he tried to stand up again. He looked as stiff as an ironing board, carrying himself to the bathroom with some urgency, seeing as he was without clothes and embarrassingly aware of how much he had stressed his body. He didn’t even question it one bit while it happened.
“I’ll be quick so you can go.” He assured Dabi, turning the water on as hot as it would go (as he NATURALLY assumed that it was going to be just him) before sliding in. It stung his poor, bruised skin as it made contact, but it was almost soothing because it did too. He was only a few minutes in when he heard the door click open. He hated how excited his heart sounded at the thought of Dabi joining him in the shower. “I’m almost done. I’ll make it quicker.”
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