Dabi x Tomura stories

4. 🍋Desires🍋

Dabi leaned back in his chair, his fingers twitching as he idly summoned small flames, watching them dance between his fingertips. The hideout was quiet, too quiet. He glanced over at Shigaraki, who sat across the room, his mismatched eyes fixed on Dabi with an intensity that made the air crackle.

"You're staring again," Dabi remarked casually, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

Shigaraki didn't respond immediately, but his lips curled into a predatory smile. "Can't help it. You're... interesting."

Dabi chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "Interesting? Is that all I am to you?"

Shigaraki pushed himself up from the floor, his movements slow and deliberate. "Maybe more. Depends on what you want."

Dabi stood, the flames around his hands growing larger, casting flickering shadows across the room. "Oh, I think we both know what I want."

Shigaraki closed the distance between them, his eyes never leaving Dabi's. "Do we?"

Dabi smirked, his free hand reaching out to brush against Shigaraki's cheek. "Don't play coy with me, Tomura. You know exactly what I want."

Shigaraki's breath hitched at the contact, his heart pounding in his chest. "And what makes you think I'll give it to you?"

Dabi's grin widened, his thumb tracing the curve of Shigaraki's jawline. "Because you want it too."

Shigaraki's eyes darkened, his resolve wavering. "Maybe I do."

Dabi's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Shigaraki's skin. "Then stop playing games."

Shigaraki's breath came out in a ragged gasp, his body pressing closer to Dabi's. "Fine. But make it worth my while."

Dabi's other hand moved to Shigaraki's waist, pulling him even closer. "Oh, trust me, it will be."

Shigaraki's hands found their way to Dabi's shoulders, his nails digging into the leather jacket. "Prove it."

Dabi's lips pressed against Shigaraki's ear, his voice a low growl. "With pleasure."

Without warning, Dabi handcuffs Tomura, the restrains wrapping around Shigaraki's wrists and binding them together. Shigaraki gasped, struggling against the restraints.

"What the hell, Dabi?"

Dabi's eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "You wanted rough, didn't you?"

Shigaraki's chest heaved with anticipation, his gaze locked onto Dabi's. "Don't get cocky."

Dabi's free hand slid down Shigaraki's back, stopping at the hem of his shirt. "I don't intend to."

He yanked the shirt upward, exposing Shigaraki's pale skin to the cool air. Shigaraki shivered, his breath coming out in short bursts.

"Fuck, Dabi..."

Dabi's fingers trailed over Shigaraki's bare skin, sending shivers down his spine. "Tell me what you want, Tomura."

Shigaraki's eyes fluttered shut, his voice barely a whisper. "Touch me."

Dabi's lips curved into a wicked smile, his hand moving lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Shigaraki's pants. "As you wish."

Shigaraki's hips bucked against Dabi's hand, his breath hitching in his throat. "Harder."

Dabi's grip tightened, his fingers working with practiced precision. "Is this what you meant?"

Shigaraki's head fell back, his voice a strangled moan. "Yes... yes, just like that."

Dabi's other hand moved to Shigaraki's neck, his thumb pressing against the pulse point. "Good boy."

Shigaraki's eyes snapped open, his gaze burning with desire. "Don't call me that."

Dabi's smile widened, his touch becoming more possessive. "Why not? It suits you."

Shigaraki's teeth clenched, his body trembling with need. "Fuck you, Dabi."

Dabi's laughter was low and dark, sending a thrill through Shigaraki's veins. "Not yet, but soon."

Shigaraki's breath quickened, his mind clouded with lust. "Please..."

Dabi's fingers traced the edge of Shigaraki's pants, teasing him mercilessly. "Please what?"

Shigaraki's voice cracked, his control slipping. "Just... take me."

Dabi's eyes blazed with satisfaction, his hand slipping beneath the fabric. "With pleasure."

Shigaraki's body arched, his hips thrusting against Dabi's hand. "God, yes..."

Dabi's grip tightened, his fingers working with ruthless efficiency. "That's it, Tomura. Take it."

Shigaraki's vision blurred, his mind consumed by the sensations coursing through him. "Dabi, please..."

Dabi's lips brushed against Shigaraki's ear, his voice a seductive whisper. "Beg for it."

Shigaraki's voice broke, his pride shattered by his need. "Please, Dabi... I can't hold on..."

Dabi's hand moved faster, his touch driving Shigaraki to the edge. "Then don't."

Shigaraki's body tensed, his release building like a storm. "Fuck, Dabi...!"

Dabi's voice was a dark promise. "Come for me, Tomura."

Shigaraki's orgasm ripped through him, his body shuddering with the force of it. "Dabi...!"

Dabi's hand continued to move, milking every last drop from Shigaraki's trembling form. "Good boy."

Shigaraki collapsed against Dabi, his breathing harsh and uneven. "Fuck..."

Dabi's lips pressed against Shigaraki's temple, his voice soft and tender. "Rest now, Tomura."

Shigaraki's eyes fluttered shut, his body sinking into the warmth of Dabi's embrace. "Dabi..."

Dabi's hand stroked Shigaraki's hair, his voice a soothing murmur. "Shh, it's alright. Just rest."

Shigaraki's body relaxed, his mind drifting into a haze of exhaustion. "Dabi..."