#But watching one develop self-awareness over the course of a chapter just BLEW MY MIND

[mintaka-iii]

Reading a new book and losing my goddamn mind!!!!

[proofthatihaveaheart]

2019 fic recs

it’s been a long time since i did a fic rec list so i put one together with some of my favorite fics from this year (and then forgot to post it for a month oops). i’ve been reading in a lot of fandoms so there’s a bunch of variety in this one. also because i read a ton of cap marvel fics earlier in the year, i’m going to do a separate list for those

[1 Coco, 5 Good Omens, 1 Lucifer, 5 Marvel, 1 She-Ra, 3 Steven Universe]

Coco

Work of All Saints by anistar_e (210k): Her mother sends her a letter, after. We cannot help you, Imelda, it says. You are the consequence of your actions."This is not my fault!" Imelda shouts.-Imelda Rivera (b. 1899 - d. 1969), a story that includes but is not limited to: the finest music school this side of the Santo Domingo, three traveling musicians and the mess they made of love, the twice-cursed assassination of Venustiano Carranza, all the patron saints, and ninety-six ways a man can try to cross a bridge. (A masterpiece of character, world-building, development, just everything you could possibly want from a fic and a novel, it is a grand epic that is personal in scope, truly spectacular)

Good Omens

A Stone’s Throw from Jerusalem by RC_McLachlan (Aziraphale/Crowley, 2k):  "Are you honestly going to make me listen to bebop in my final moments?” [Absolutely beautiful with just the right amount of aching heartbreak and pining, and this acute awareness that they live on different scales than humans.] 

damn.nation, now available on itunes by anistar_e (10k): When lowly tempt-pusher Amphora (formerly of Stairwell 7B North, before she Fell,) gets the notice that end times are nigh, she gleefully quits her job and cancels her Netflix subscription and takes her place among the legions of hell. // This, it turns out, was a bad plan. [The character work is so strong, she paints such a clear vision of Amphora and it’s very easy to fall in love with her. This is the best example of outsider POV of OTP that I’ve seen.]

Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) by drawlight (Aziraphale/Crowley, 3k): It's an odd thing, getting on after the End of the World. Crowley takes to sea-watching. [This fic reads like poetry, it’s absolutely beautiful with a very good central metaphor. Also Crowley cooking.]

stars, hide your fires by fishycorvid (Aziraphale/Crowley, 3k): He can feel the pull of the riptide, even in water like this, only a few centimeters deep. The constant, assured call of the ocean: you came from me, and, one day, you will come back. Crowley smiles to himself at that, the water rushing insistently against his fingertips. He hadn’t come from the sea, of course. But he doesn’t think he’d mind much if he had. / “Crowley.” / He goes still at the sound, eyes falling closed. [Beautiful missing scene, I love the emotions and the imagery and the descriptions of the Pacific Northwest and how this fic is just them.]

vintage demon art, vape pens, & other treasures by kyrilu (Aziraphale/Crowley, 1k):  Love, Anthony J. Crowley is aware, is a very foolish thing. He’s seen humans do stupid things based on love or lust, whether it’s tacky Disney movie themed weddings, internet catfishing, or matching couple shirts. [I love this, it’s formatted as several short vignettes about the pair and how Crowley very much doesn’t feel love - except he does, he loves an angel. It’s delightful and beautiful and poignant.]  

Lucifer

And There Was Light by ariaadagio (Lucifer/Chloe, 143k): When Lucifer Morningstar is found half dead in the desert, Chloe Decker is determined to find out why. The problem is ... not even Lucifer knows the answer. As Chloe's world is flipped upside down by incontrovertible evidence of the divine, Lucifer grapples with feelings of violation and futility. God's meddling has started a chain reaction, but to what end? Deckerstar. Fits with canon through S2. [I love this beautiful masterpiece of a fic. Excellent characterization, spectacular plotting, and a very delicious slow-burn, this fic deals with Chloe finding out Lucifer’s divinity while Lucifer deals with fate and free will and having his wings again.]

Marvel (Misc)

Adjectives Assemble by SugarFey (26k): Natasha wants to find that rare edition of The Master and Margarita before her rival at the Russian language bookstore does. Kate is distracted by the cute barista next door. Carol and Jessica dance around each other. Maria just wants to keep her business afloat without being bothered by pesky police officers or high school art teachers, no matter how polite they may be. Another average day at Adjectives Assemble. [Multiple ships and POVs, lots of awesome ladies dealing with feelings and trying to save an indie bookstore, it’s just a delightful fic to read.]

in oakland by hupsoonheng (Sam/Erik, 11k): in the summer of 1998, the good reverend wilson is shot dead, and darlene wilson runs away from her grief all the way to oakland, california, taking her oldest with her. sam hates her, he hates oakland, and he definitely hates the pretty-eyed neighbor boy who's been volunteered to show him around. it's up to him to make the most of his new situation, but he might need someone to push him. [Not a pairing I ever expected to read, but it’s handled so well, the development of their friendship and then love over the course of a single summer in Oakland as teenagers, like cinematic magic, I couldn’t help but cheer for them.]

Morning Glory by capsicleonyourleft (Tony/Steve, Carol/Jess, 2k):  There are a great many things Tony loves about Steve Rogers. His propensity for getting up at the asscrack of dawn, however, is definitely not on that particular list. [Domestic fluff with cute moments, good characterization, and character dynamics that nail them.]

One of the Basic Skills of Civilization (Eddie/Symbiote, 1k):  Eddie attempts to civilize the Venom symbiote. [Eddie tries to teach Venom manners by way of Miss Manners. Things don’t go as planned. It’s hilarious and sweet and has a great joke about Amazon]

we were emergencies by gyzym (Clint/Natasha, 37k):  It's not about being unmade; it's about remaking, one aching step at a time. [This fic is a classic in the fandom and it’s truly stunning. The way it handles trauma and trust and love is phenomenal, you learn to live with it but it never goes away, and it’s truly the best Clintasha fic.]  

She-Ra

plays well with others by Cosanova (Adora/Catra, 4k): Catra may have left the Horde, but that doesn't mean she's ready to join the Rebellion. [Did someone ask for awkward villain redemption? I love this fic and the way Catra navigates the people of Brightmoon and figuring out her feelings for Adora.]

Steven Universe

I Want to Understand by CoreyWW (gen with Steven/Connie and Amethyst/Peridot, 59k): After stopping the Cluster, Peridot must face her next challenge: adjusting to life on her new planet and learning about humans that populate it. Knowing just how out of depth Peridot is, Steven enlists Connie's help in getting Peridot used to humans and acclimated to Beach City. Considering Peridot has no social skills whatsoever, this goes about as well as you'd expect. Funny episodic "Peridot in Beach City" adventures about how Peridot changes over time. Diverges from canon after The Answer (Though by coincidence, the premise of story basically makes this "Log Date 7 15 2: The Series") [What makes this fic so good is the characterization and dialogue. It’s very accurate and the chapters themselves feel like they could be from the show. I especially love the development of Connie and Peridot’s friendship, in addition to Peridot’s own growth and self-reflection.]

Favor for Your Four-Chambered Heart by anistar_e (Jasper/Lapis, 77k): "I don't get it," she says flatly. / "Don't get what?" / "You said we needed to be in peak physical form. What for?" / "Oh!" Peridot perks up. "For harvesting." [Never Let Me Go AU.] [Jaspis isn’t a pairing I considered reading for until I came across this fic and it blew me away with how good it was. This fic hurts, the themes of freedom and self-determination in a world where your only purpose is supposed to be to die for others are beautifully handled, and I love the way all the relationships are written, dynamic and complex and messy. People make mistakes but they’re allowed to grow and become better, and it’s really just so good.] 

Set Me Free by cym70 (Lapis/Peridot, 23k):  Being roommates gives Lapis and Peridot a lot of time to get to know each other and, despite their rocky history, they might just be able to make something entirely new. [A gorgeous, in-character fic about Lapis healing and falling in love with Peridot. The dialogue is so good, you could really hear their voices, and I love the careful development of their relationship. My favorite Lapidot fic.]

[ilikecowsnstuff]

Chapter 21!!!

SUMMARY:  UA Hero Course - Third Year. Shigaraki Tomura and Dabi have been classmates and rivals since their very first day at UA. But with new feelings developing how will they cope given their history of fragile and often violent encounters? Their dance begins after a partnered training exam goes wrong, leaving Shigaraki wounded and Dabi feeling guilty. AU.

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**WARNING - This Chapter is rated M for Mature - Explicit Content**

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - A FIRST REAL DATE - PART 2

 “That was probably the worst horror movie I have ever seen.” Shigaraki commented as they exited the movie theater and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

 Dabi huffed out a laugh, an amused grin following it. His boyfriend was still munching on the movie popcorn, stuffing handfuls into his mouth until his cheeks puffed out to full capacity. He may not have enjoyed the movie, but he really liked the snacks.

 “You know, I am also disappointed.” Dabi said with a mischievous tone. “There was not one point in that movie where you were scared enough to crawl into my lap for some comfort.”

 Shigaraki scoffed around a mouthful of popcorn.

 “I was ready for some intense consolation, maybe some heavy petting, but at the least a steamy make-out session.”

 “Your biggest mistake was buying me food.”

 “Noted.” Dabi laughed. “Though, I should have realized it wasn’t going to be scary when I saw that kid going in. I think he finds me more terrifying than the movie was.”

 “What do you mean?” Shigaraki asked, brow raised.

 “Probably the staples or the scars. He was staring at me, before we went in.” Dabi grumbled, “And still is now.”

 “What?” Shigaraki looked around, “Where?”

 “There.” Dabi motioned with a jerk of his chin.

 Shigaraki spotted the small boy immediately, idling by two older kids who were talking between themselves - ignoring him. Shigaraki smiled and then returned his gaze to Dabi.

 “Or maybe he’s interested in that little plushie Endeavour that you have been carrying around.”

 “Ohh.” Dabi looked down at the soft-toy, his eyebrows pulled tightly together. “I almost forgot I had this.”

 “But you needed it.” Shigaraki teased.

 Dabi chuckled and then laid his arm over Shigaraki’s shoulders, encouraging him forward. “Come on.” 

 They stopped when they reached the little boy and surprisingly Dabi offered him the toy Endeavor. “I think you’ll have more fun with this than I will.”

 “Really? I can have it?”

 “Sure. Take it.”

 The little boy hesitated, but eventually took the toy with a soft, “Thank you.” He immediately went from looking bothered by his guardians' neglect to ecstatic, that he had something to keep him occupied while he endured the endless chatter of his companions - and he obviously liked Endeavour.

 Dabi grinned but didn’t miss a beat and ambitiously kept himself and Shigaraki walking in the direction of the hotel.

 “That was… nice of you.”

 Dabi smacked a kiss against Shigaraki’s cheek. He nuzzled against his boyfriend's hairline and then placed another kiss to his temple. “I didn’t really want it to come back to the hotel with us anyway.”

 “So, we are going back to the hotel now?” Shigaraki echoed, his face warming.

 “Yes.” Dabi replied - simply and firmly. His arm tightened around Shigaraki’s shoulders, tucking him closer against his side, like he was trying to convey his longing to be alone with Shigaraki again. “Unless, there is something else you want to do?” He asked, hoping that Shigaraki wanted the same thing he did.

 “No.” Shigaraki’s eyes lowered, watching his footsteps move over the pavement. “There’s nothing.”

 They had done so much already that day. The bathhouses in the morning, sushi for lunch and then the arcade afterwards. The movie following their fast-food dinner had not been planned. It was Shigaraki who insisted they stop and watch the horror flick - mostly because he was trying to delay the inevitable return to the hotel. Dabi had been forthright about his overactive libido all day and Shigaraki was anxious about what that meant for him when they got back to the room. 

 Unfortunately, two hours later and he was still in the same restless position, only now he was out of excuses. There was no good reason to stay out any longer.

 They walked in silence the rest of the way to the hotel. Shigaraki wondered if Dabi felt the awkwardness of the quiet after a day full of noise and sociableness. He didn’t give any indication that he did and Shigaraki wasn’t going to bring it up.

 “Do you mind if I shower fist?” Dabi asked as they entered the room.

 Shigaraki shook his head and heeled off his sneakers. “Go for it.”

 Dabi grinned and snagged Shigaraki’s forearm before he had a chance to move away. “Or we could go in together.”

 “I think you can manage it on your own.” Shigaraki returned with a complacent grin, patting Dabi’s cheek twice, derisively.

 Dabi pouted in mock disappointment but relented his request for a paired shower. He stole a quick kiss from his boyfriend before shuffling off to the bathroom alone.

 When the door closed, Shigaraki blew out a hard breath and flopped down onto the bed. He pulled one of the many pillows into his arms, hugging it against his chest and burying his face into the softness. Why did he feel so flustered suddenly? They were repeating the exact same routine from the previous night - bathing and then going to bed. Why was this any different?

 On what was supposed to be a sedative sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to force himself to relax. It must have worked to some degree because the next thing he knew, Dabi was out of the bathroom and standing next to the bed, looking over him with what looked to be an equal amount of concern and amusement.

 “Are you sleeping?”

 “No.” Shigaraki blinked up at his freshly clean boyfriend. His eyes, though, they seemed to have a mind of their own and immediately travelled south over Dabi’s naked torso, stopping when they hit his waist.  A white towel was knotted securely around him, sitting enticingly low on his hips. Shigaraki wasn’t sure whether he was thankful for the covering or not. He was drooling however - gaze migrating to that perfect sloping V that accentuated Dabi’s just as perfect hero-toned body. 

 “Tomura?” Dabi smirked, completely aware and self-satisfied with Shigaraki’s perusal. He leaned over his boyfriend and pressed his mouth down against Shigaraki, kissing him scrupulously before drawing away. “Go shower.”

 Shigaraki cleared his throat but his voice still came out a little hoarse. “Okay.” He abruptly sat up and then hopped off the bed, moving quickly across the suite to the bathroom. Dabi’s low chuckling followed him until he shut himself up inside.

 He opted for a cold shower. And it felt good, taking away his telltale blush and the unintended…

 Erection? When did that happen?

 Shigaraki groaned. He didn’t even like to think about it. But that was kind of stupid. Dabi was… incredibly hot and all that bare skin was enough to stir him up. Pretending he wasn’t capable of getting aroused - or shying away from the evidence that he was, in fact excited - was immature. He knew that but his lack of… experience made him somewhat insecure about what he was feeling.

 He breathed a low sound of humiliation and then turned his back into the spray of cold water, raking his hands through his wet hair. He tried to push his unassured thoughts aside and instead focus on the task at hand. He was as efficient as always - hair wash, body wash, and face wash. Ten minutes was all he needed.

 Shigaraki dried off, brushed his teeth and cursed himself out for not pre-planning his after-shower clothing. Thankfully, the hotel catered to such circumstances and provided complimentary bathrobes. Shigaraki wrapped himself up in one of the fluffy oversized garments and tied it up tightly, wondering why Dabi had chosen to stick with a towel. 

 Though, on second thought, he was sure he knew exactly why Dabi chose the way he did. And it had achieved its desired effect. Shigaraki was just glad his dick had responded kindly to the cold shower - as he had hoped it would - and calmed down a bit.

 Back in the room, Dabi was already in bed and still very naked - to the waist at least. He was sitting up with the blankets pooled over his legs and his back was resting against the headboard. He was holding his phone, tapping out something on the screen but immediately looked up upon hearing the bathroom door click shut.

 “Hey.” He grinned and set his phone aside on the nightstand.

 “Hi.” Shigaraki smiled faintly and padded barefoot towards his side of the bed, climbing up where Dabi had turned down the covers for him. 

 “You look… comfortable.” Dabi said, referring to Shigaraki’s fluffy attire.

 “I’m taking this robe with me when we leave.” Shigaraki murmured, nestling into Dabi’s side. Dabi chuckled softly and lifted his arm, accepting his boyfriend into the crook of his body and lowering the comforter over him.

 “You should. Looks good on you.” Dabi murmured, his fingers cautiously tugging at the edge of the robe. It fell away a little, revealing the delicate curve of Shigaraki’s neck and his prominent collarbones - Dabi couldn’t help but brush his fingertips over the exposed skin there.

 Shigaraki blushed, his face heating up again. “I uh - had a really good time today.” He breathed as Dabi’s hand became greedier, sliding beneath his robe and pushing the material off one of his shoulders.

 “Me too.” Dabi whispered in return, his lips searching for some bare skin to caress, anything that was unprotected by the bathrobe was fair game.

 Shigaraki moaned lightly as Dabi’s lips assaulted his skin, and he habitually tipped his head to the side offering up his neck - just how he liked it. Dabi groaned a small sound of pleasure at the assent and attacked the smooth column, kissing and nipping the skin with his teeth. The sensation sent a jolt of excitement rippling down Shigaraki’s body.

 “Dabi?”

 “Mm?”

 Shigaraki shrugged out of Dabi’s strong arm-hold and sat up, the remainder of the robe falling back off his shoulders as he did so. 

 Dabi’s jaw dropped, watching with rapt attention as the material fell, almost as if it was happening in slow motion, exposing Shigaraki’s slender back and alabaster skin little by little. So hot. He prayed to whatever larger power that was out there that Shigaraki wasn’t going to end their night right there - not after this accidental strip tease. He was already hard - aroused by their kisses and the flashing green-lights Shigaraki had been giving off all day. He was finding it very difficult to restrain himself.

 “What’s wrong?” Dabi asked, sweeping his hand slowly up his boyfriend's back.

 Shigaraki sucked in a breath by the touch and he attempted to pull the robe back up to cover himself, but the vast majority of the material was now tucked and stuck beneath him. Dabi was torn between wanting to help him and needing to get the rest of that robe off a.s.a.p.

 “I’m not good at this.” Shigaraki admitted, huffing.

 Dabi was about to ask him what he meant by that when the answer popped into his head - Shigaraki’s inexperience in bed combined with a fear of harm invariably made him so cautious about letting things go beyond first, and maybe even, second base, Dabi could tell he wanted to try but it was always a struggle.

 “It’s okay.” Dabi reassured, “You’re doing fine.”

 There was a moment of stillness and quiet before Shigaraki looked back over his shoulder at Dabi - his face was flushed, light hair falling into his eyes. He bit his lower lip and then his eyes dropped to where Dabi’s glaring hard-on was tenting the blankets.

 “I want to… do something. For you.” He shifted his crimson gaze back up to Dabi’s face, uncertain yet suddenly very serious, he spoke in a low, hushed tone, “I-I never thanked you for bringing me here. Not properly.”

 Dabi’s brow pulled tightly together.  “I should be the one thanking you.”

 “Why?”

 “For agreeing to come. I got exactly what I wanted.”

 “Oh.”

 “You don’t owe me anything.”

 “That… might be a poor choice of words.” Shigaraki chuckled nervously and then he turned onto his knees, facing Dabi on the mattress. “Maybe.” He scooted in closer.

 Dabi grinned, and his eyes widened, thoroughly enjoying the view of his half-dressed, robe hanging off his body, boyfriend shuffling towards him. He couldn’t have asked for a hotter image and he was getting his fair share of them just now. He swallowed the saliva gathering in his mouth and took a shaky breath. 

 “I think that depends on the context.”

 “In this instance, very poor.” Shigaraki hesitantly leaned forward to capture Dabi’s mouth, moaning lightly as their lips crashed together. It was a kiss full of all the anxiousness and yearning that Shigaraki was feeling, that he wanted to let out.

 Dabi twitched and then groaned, tongue twinning with Shigaraki’s in an expression of pure excitement. He tried to channel some of his lustful energy into the kiss and lifted his hand, fingers knotting into Shigaraki’s hair, and tugging at the strands.

 Shigaraki, who secretly enjoyed having his hair pulled, was thrilled by the shot of pain being sent to his scalp and gasped in response - repaying the gesture by passing his hand blindly down under the comforter and between Dabi’s thighs. Though, he let out a little disappointed groan when his fingers brushed material instead of hard flesh. That was an obstacle he had not been expecting.

 He broke away from Dabi’s lips and without giving himself a chance to overthink his next move, began trailing warm kisses down his boyfriend’s throat to his chest, tongue coming out to taste the skin, unerringly finding and tracing the permanent scarring there. 

 “Tomura.” Dabi gasped, grappling for Shigaraki’s shoulder and finding the back of his neck. 

 Without looking up, Shigaraki shifted further down the bed and continued kissing his way down Dabi’s ribcage, down his muscled abs, said muscles rippling and bunching as Dabi fought not to move, but couldn’t help arching a little against Shigaraki’s mouth. There was more roughened, slightly raised scarring at Dabi’s hip. Shigaraki passed his tongue along the ridge, enjoying the small tugs on his hair.

 Dabi must have been abstractly aware, to be able to guess the next step in Shigaraki’s downward travel, because he started to breathe heavily, but before he could really comprehend what was actually happening, Shigaraki was already crawling over his legs, straddling him on all-fours.

 “What are you doing?” 

 Shigaraki looked up intently, tugging at the waistband of Dabi’s underwear. His crimson gaze not once strayed from Dabi’s blue eyes, though he still looked uneasy as he spoke. “What does it look like?”

 Dabi was speechless. He clenched his teeth together and instinctually lifted his hips to help Shigaraki with his underwear as his boyfriend awkwardly pulled at them. When his erection sprang fee, Dabi groaned deeply. He was almost sure that a slight breeze would be enough to get him off at that moment. He was so turned on by Shigaraki’s initiative. 

 Shigaraki turned his blushing faze away. He knew he was being stupid considering how far he had come and what he was intending to do but it didn’t stop him from feeling… mildly embatrassed about the position he was in. He had never done this before and wasn’t even sure how to… go about it. But he was determined. And he was going to persevere. Dabi deserved a bolder version of him.

 “You don’t have to…” Dabi finally said, breaking the silence. He wanted Shigaraki to touch him so badly but would and could be patient - if that’s what he needed. It was torturous, but Dabi hoped it would pay off.

 “I want to.” 

 Shigaraki eyed Dabi’s dick and then tentatively wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft. Dabi hissed in response and Shigaraki lifted his head, uncertain eyes staring into his. Dabi nodded his approval, mouth parted. 

 Shigararki lowered his eyes and moved his hand, twisting his palm slowly along the hard length. Down and then back up again. A single bead of glossy moisture leaked from the tip, excited by the blissful strokes, and a strangled groan erupted from Dabi’s chest. Shigaraki really didn’t need affirmation that he was doing this right but admittedly enjoyed the sounds of distress his boyfriend was making. 

 Dabi automatically reached out, long fingers sliding into Shigaraki’s hair and tugging roughly. Shigaraki gasped with delight at the acute pain and then lowered his head as far as his boyfriend’s firm grip would allow. His tongue flicked out, sweeping over the swollen head of Dabi’s cock, tasting the organic, hot flavour that was uniquely him and clearing the building fluid away.

 “Jesus!!” Dabi cried out, yanking hard on Shigaraki’s hair. His hips jerked as he watched Shigaraki take him into his mouth, absolutely floored and completely aroused at the sight. 

 Shigaraki choked a little at Dabi’s next unchecked thrust - unprepared and not used to the feeling of a cock in his mouth. It was unusual, but not unpleasant. 

 “Sorry, sorry.” Dabi breathed, petting his fingers more gently through Shigaraki’s hair. Shigaraki moaned and then came back up, tongue swirling around the head before swallowing Dabi again - as best he could.

 Shigaraki glanced up at Dabi’s face as he incorporated his hand into what he was doing with his mouth, pumping with his fist, tongue stroking and tasting. Dabi was shaking, trembling with the pleasant burn of Shigaraki’s mouth sucking him and his hand simultaneously groping him. It was breathtaking. But then Shigaraki’s teeth lightly raked across him, and Dabi thought he was going to lose his mind. His back arched, and his chest thrust forward as a shot of intense pleasure surged downwards - it rolled his hips and curled his toes.

 “Mmm.”

 Keenly, Shigaraki watched Dabi’s reactions, his own arousal building. He groaned and swallowed hard. Dabi was breathing harshly, his broad chest rising and falling in rhythm with his laboured respiration, and his dark hair was alluringly disheveled as he thrashed his head from side to side. He looked so mouthwatering good. Shigaraki couldn’t believe how lucky he was - that someone like Dabi, who could have anyone he wanted, chose to be with him.

 And fuck. He was horny. He had been focusing so hard on what he was doing - and Dabi’s pleasure - that he hadn’t even considered his own. Or how the blowjob was affecting him. But the ache between his legs was developing quickly. He knew he was hard without the visual, his dick was throbbing, begging for attention now that he was actually thinking about it. He wanted to come, he needed to come.

 Without faltering, Shigaraki reached down between his legs and gripped his cock, moaning powerfully as he immediately began to fist himself. There was no warming up needed, he rubbed himself hard and fast, up and down, relieving some of the budding pressure.

 “Tomura.” Dabi breathed, the reverberation of his boyfriend’s moans felt good around his cock and he howled in response, lowering his lashes. He was treated to another incredible sight - seeing his boyfriend jerking himself off. He groaned.

 “Hey.” After a few minutes, Dabi started to tense, desperately trying not to dig his nails into Shigaraki’s scalp - not that he thought his boyfriend would mind but trying to avoid really hurting him.

 “Mm?” Shigaraki mumbled.

 “I”m close.” Dabi warned, his breaths coming in faster pants.

 Shigaraki squeezed Dabi’s cock in encouragement, but he didn’t stop. He continued stroking him, squeezing him, sucking him - relentless, hungry, determined. He played with his own cock with just as much enthusiasm, air rushing into his nose as he breathed.

 “Come with me.” Dabi whispered before biting his lip, his head digging back against the pillow. He closed his eyes tight, trying to ride it out and wait for Shigaraki but he was almost there. It was painfully close. The tension, the throbbing, his stomach knotted…

 Dabi choked out Shigaraki’s name, his hips thrusting forward. Helpless, he started to come, realizing that Shigaraki hadn’t lifted his mouth or released him. That hot warmth was sucking him even as he…

 A muffled cry widened Dabi’s eyes and he jerked his chin down, watching Shigaraki’s face twist in pleasure as he found his release too.

 “Jesus.” Dabi whimpered, staring down at the sight of Shigaraki on his hands and knees, his cock still sheathed in his boyfriend's warm mouth. Creamy white fluid was spilling from the corner of Shigaraki’s lips as he continued to suckle on him. It was truly unbelievable. Otherworldly. Dabi was enamored with Shigaraki and completely and utterly infatuated. 

 Catching Dabi’s vibrant blue gaze fixated on him, Shigaraki’s face seemed to flush redder, if that were even possible. He started to draw back and with a faint popping sound, Dabi’s cock slipped from his mouth, along with a whole lot of saliva and cum. He coughed a little, clearing his throat but astonishingly, his tongue circled the flared head of Dabi’s cock one last time before he licked his own lips clean.

 Dabi found himself speechless for the second time that night. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Shigaraki was also quiet and seemed to deliberate on what he was supposed to do next, looking down at the mess they had created together. Sitting back, he studied his hands for a moment and then wiped them off on his naked thighs.

 Dabi moaned softly, his back relaxing like he was melting against the headboard and his body hummed with aftershocks of his orgasm. “Come here.” He coaxed, sweeping his fingers beneath Shigaraki’s chin.

 Shigaraki complied, shifting upwards and then laid carefully down on Dabi’s chest with a small grunt. Dabi wrapped an arm around Shigaraki’s waist and pressed his hand flat against his boyfriend’s lower back before trailing his fingers slowly up and then down Shigaraki’s spine, feeling him relax into him. And then they were kissing, their mouths moving slowly together as Dabi purred, content and very satisfied, the sound radiating not just against his mouth but through Dabi’s throat and even his chest.

 When their lips parted, Shigaraki exhaled a soft breath and dropped his cheek against Dabi’s warm chest. Dabi grinned fondly, petting his hand over Shigaraki’s messy hair while he ran through the events of the evening like his own private movie, enjoying the playback.

 “You know, I keep falling harder and harder for you.” Dabi whispered.

 But Shigaraki’s only response was his slow even breathing. He had fallen asleep.

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Chapter One – Accidental Attraction

Chapter Two – After Care

Chapter Three – Dazed and Confused

Chapter Four – I Like You

Chapter Five - Friends and Enemies

Chapter Six - Confrontation!

Chapter Seven - Transfer Student

Chapter Eight - A Period of Learning

Chapter Nine - Work and Play

Chapter Ten - Friday

Chapter Eleven - Extraordinary Day

Chapter Twelve - The Problem with Relationships.

Chapter Thirteen - Will You Go Out With Me?

Chapter Fourteen - A Not So Innocent Birthday Request

Chapter Fifteen - The Morning After

Chapter Sixteen - His First

Chapter Seventeen - Summer is Coming

Chapter Eighteen - You Need a Break

Chapter Nineteen - Expected the Unexpected

Chapter Twenty - A First Real Date - Part 1