Happy Haunts and Ghoulish Delights [Keigo x Touya]

[NicTheDjinn]

Halloween was the best time of year, and fuck anyone who says otherwise. Dabi, also known as Touya Todoroki the other 11 months out of the year, had been working at the same haunt for the past 3 years. He’d made good friends with most of the other scare actors, even if some of them were a little more off their rocker than he had initially expected. It made it more fun, especially when Toga brought in her homemade fake blood, not the store-bought shit. The woman always brought barrels of it, and most of the other actors were pretty sure it was real; the smell, the taste(hey, Jin’s an idiot, who knows what she puts in that stuff), and the consistency are all spot on. She refuses to share her secret, so the running joke is she’s a real serial killer who bleeds her victims dry.

The haunts’ theme changes every year, and this year it’s a burning hospital. They rented out the west wing of an actual abandoned hospital(Dabi isn’t sure how they swung that, but Tomura’s dad is fuckin’ loaded, so he’s sure that has something to do with it), and had gone all out with the special effects this year; projected flames on the windows, somewhat realistic flames billowing out of broken ones, fake burned bodies hanging out of some of them, the place even smelled like it had been part of a fire. Even though in reality, it had just lost funding and was shut down.

This year, Dabi had decided to lean into his actual pyromania some; his costume was SFX make up that looked like he had been burned on multiple areas of his body, outfit singed and ripped, and the gloves he wore were something special he had worked up himself. The palms could alight with fire. They were small, controlled flames, and he’d never be stupid enough to put them too close to a victim, but it was still fun to hear their shouts of terror when they lit up.

It was their second week open, and Dabi was chilling on his floor for the next group, his earpiece buzzed, and he waited for the voice on the other end to speak. “Oh, Dabi~ It’s your favorite.” He’s confused for a moment, about what Toga means before it clicks. His favorite. Oh. He was back again.

He didn’t know his name, but he had pretty blonde hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, and a pretty face he absolutely wanted to ruin. This was what, his fourth time? He’s not sure, but he always refuses to go in a group, apparently preferring to be scared alone. Not that Dabi minded, in fact, he enjoys it. When it’s just a few people, he can pick out a favorite victim and terrorize them the most. When it was just one person? They were lucky and got all of his attention.

So, the dark-haired man takes his normal spot, Toga’s warning meant he had about two minutes before he would reach his assigned place. Dabi never stood in the same place twice if he could help it, especially with repeat victims. This time when the pretty blonde enters the room, he’s on him from behind, careful not to touch as he growls near his ear. “Just had to come back for more did you? You want to burn that badly?” maybe he pitches his voice a little deeper as the flames alight on his gloves, and maybe he’s a little too close to him and the other man can feel his breath against his neck.

October! It was finally here! Finding thrills throughout the year was something Keigo had gotten quite good at, but October was the time of plenty and this year’s lineup looked SO good. He’d been making good use of his annual theme park pass and there were plenty of high-end haunted houses this year! There was one group he always looked forward to visiting though and this year they outdid themselves. Setting up in a real abandoned hospital? It didn’t get much better than that! He hadn’t been disappointed either. The atmosphere alone was enough to get his heart pumping in anticipation of what lay in wait inside.

It had been just as good as he’d hoped and like he usually did, he returned again and again as time permitted and as he narrowed down which haunts had the best scares. It usually took a couple of weeks or so to figure it out, but the effort was worth it. At this point, he had it all planned out around his schedule. He’d hit the theme park first right out of work when the crowds were still thin and the scarers were still freshly getting onto their shift, then the classic style haunted house he’d liked, then the asylum-themed one which was even better, then ended his night with the burnt out hospital which had easily slid into his favorite slot.

Tonight had been unusually good. The theme park was a good baseline to start with as it’s meant for a more generalized crowd, but there had been a couple of scarers that had already started to recognize him as a regular and so went out of their way to spook him. The classic haunted house was nothing original in theme, but they’d gotten some good staff and the wolf man in the cage had quietly growled at him just long enough for him to almost make it past him before roaring and full-on slamming into the bars, and that had been amazing! At the asylum, he’d made it halfway through one of the final rooms when a straight-jacketed corpse with a clearly broken back had suddenly sprung to life! Excellent use of a contortionist! He’d have to remember her! Finally, he was at his last stop of the night and already mildly shaking. Whenever the option presented itself, he paid extra to be on his own and tonight was definitely no exception. He accepted the mostly covered-up flashlight and went inside.

The feeble lighting was only barely enough for him to see by, some rooms lit better with fake fire followed by unlit rooms so that your eyes never got the chance to adjust to the darkness. They knew him by now, he could tell. They put in more effort for him and it meant a lot to him and was the main reason he always hunted this group down. They went above and beyond to make sure everyone had a good run. Time and again his heart clenched as he failed to notice actors hidden in the darkness or pretending to be a prop, but never once did he run. He let the fear snap through him, his heart galloping away in his chest, knowing there was still more rooms to go through. By the time he reached the last, he was visibly shaking, breathless, and he’d long since soaked through his underwear.

Despite his fear, he hadn’t lost track of what room he was in. This was the last. This was Dabi’s room. Honey-colored eyes scanned the darkness but found nothing he could recognize as his favorite scarer. He knew he was in here, the anticipation leaving him breathless. Where was he…? He could feel those gorgeous turquoise eyes on him, but where? The hair on the back of his neck rises as the feeling of not being alone intensifies only for his breath to catch sharply when there’s a growl right by his ear. The deep rumble of the words was enough to make him throb with want, flinching as real fire crackled on either side of him, trapping him where he was. He was way closer than he was supposed to get, considering the risk of a client getting burned by accident, but in Keigo’s mind, he wasn’t close enough.

He turned carefully where he stood to meet the other’s gaze. He was so very close… From this distance, Touya would be able to see how even after his little stunt with the gloves, the pupils in those pretty hazel eyes had blown right back out again as well as how flushed his cheeks were despite the dark. On top of that, he would be able to feel how their breath mingled with how little distance was between them, ragged with something that didn’t look like fear. The nail in the blond’s coffin was the way trembling hands reached for the other man only to freeze and then tuck up against his chest. He’d only just barely caught himself before he broke one of the major rules of haunted houses. The actors never touch you and you never touch them. A frustrated whimper left him then, knowing he should back away and make for the exit. Dabi had done his job. He’d completed the experience. It was time to go. He remained rooted in place, every fiber of him hungry for more. The tip of his tongue peeked out to moisten his suddenly dry lips before he finally found his voice, breathless as it was. “Like a moth to a flame. Doesn’t matter if I get burned, I want to be near you.”

Alright, Touya, you scared him, step the fuck back.

His own brain is yelling at him, even as the other man is turning towards him. He’s quick to extinguish the flames and hold the metal far from the pretty blonde, as beautiful as he would look overed in burns the shape of Touya’s hand, he quite liked this job and wasn’t looking to get fired. Being this close in general could get him a slap on the wrist at least.

A quiet buzz in his head alerts him to Toga, she shouldn’t be contacting him right now, not when he was in the process of scaring someone. ”I’m closing off your room for a little bit, consider it an early Christmas present~” At first, confusion grips him again and a frown graces his features. But by the time he meets Keigo’s eyes, Touya knows exactly what she means.

There’s barely any honey in the dark pool of his pupils and the look alone causes his cock to stir, and fuck, he was all flushed and excited and fuck, he was talking. Touya’s eyes drop down to his lips. It’s a bit hard to hear sometimes, but they’re close enough that he hears him loud and clear, the slight tremble to his voice tells him exactly what he means by that.

He smirks, stepping closer until their bodies touch. He shouldn’t be doing this, but Toga, bless her, has given him a free pass. He knows he can trust her not to tattle. He steps back long enough to take the gloves off, dropping them to the floor so he can properly touch the man before him. “Oh? You don’t even know me. You’d just let a stranger scare you, and then fuck you like a cheap slut?” He’s teasing him, fingers looping through a belt loop to pull him closer. His other hand slides up under his shirt, hand warm from being inside the glove.

Touya can feel his own heart hammering in his chest as he fixes his icy gaze on the shorter man, leaning closer to brush his lips over his. “Because I’m really fucking hoping the answer is yes,” he waits to get some form of consent from the man before him before he’s pressing their lips together. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this, about how warm his lips would feel against his own, or how their bodies being flush would cause heat to course through his blood.

Fuck that smirk would be the death of him, but his mind barely had time to register that before the other man started to move closer. There had barely been any space between them before, but he held his ground till they were chest to chest. He was stunned. Dabi had never touched him before, he knew better! For a moment, all he could do was stare then the other backed away again. Was he just fucking with him? Breaking the rules knowing he'd never rat him out?

Then the gloves came off and the situation clicked. No way… Fingers found the belt loop of his jeans and he stepped forward without hesitation when pulled, pressing in close enough to feel the other’s arousal against him. A warmer-than-natural hand found its way under his shirt and he finally allowed himself to reciprocate. His own hands slid their way up the other man's chest to wrap his arms over his shoulders, one hand settling into the latex burns at the back of his neck and the other into his hair.

The playful venom of Dabi's words only made his body feel hotter but he didn't play along completely. All the same, his response was spoken right up against his lips. “I don't go around fucking any spooky stranger that comes my way. I want you. Now why don't you hurry the fuck up and make me your slut?”

In spite of his words, he didn't actually wait for him, closing the last of the tiny distance between them to finally kiss the lips he'd literally been dreaming of for the past 3 years. If he didn't come out of this with this bastard's phone number he was going to be mightily disappointed. His lips parted soon after, lightly tracing the other's upper lip as he figured he wouldn't be able to feel as well through the fx makeup covering the bottom one.

Dabi’s eyebrow shot up at the sass the pretty blonde spat back at him and he would have laughed if soft, warm lips weren’t pressed to his own. He growls into the kiss, reaching down to slide his hands over Keigo’s thighs, to heft him up and press him against the pillar he had hidden behind previously. He playfully nips at his wandering tongue, before pressing their lips together again, this time his own tongue slides between his parted lips to lick at the roof of his mouth before rubbing and swirling around his tongue like it was a different appendage.

Meanwhile One hand gripped his ass tightly, the other sliding up his shirt again, between their bodies to caress his side and then cupping a pec, thumb brushing over his nipple. His lips separate from Keigo’s own to press kisses over his jaw, down to his neck. He doesn’t hesitate to bite and suck a rough mark into the skin, tongue laving over the damaged flesh before his other hand leave his ass to slide up and wrap around his throat, forcing his head back against the pillar so he can have free reign of both sides.

“Here I thought a pretty blonde like you would be smarter, but you’ve locked yourself in a haunted house with someone who, for all you know, could be a real serial killer,” he’s teasing again before sucking another mark into his skin. “Would it turn you on more, if I was?” he asks, voice rough gravel against his hear before he nips at the lobe.

His arms wrapped further around his shoulders, legs hooking around the other’s waist and tightening enough to hold himself in place with his legs alone. He gasps as his tongue is nipped, pulling his tongue back into his mouth with the worry that he’d overstepped himself. This thought was dashed as soon as those lips found his own again, Dabi’s own tongue slipping inside in turn. The momentary worry gone, he allowed himself to accept that they both really did want this, hazel eyes slipping shut as his tongue got to know its visitor.

His quiet moan was swallowed up by their kiss as one of those wandering hands gave his ass a squeeze, back arching to press into the hand that found its way under his shirt and to his chest. The blond’s breath hitched when a thumb found his nipple, the sharp intake of breath let out a whimper as their lips parted. Keigo tilted his head to welcome the kisses that followed, offering his jaw and neck, crying out when he was bitten, but leaning in rather than away from the pain. He held on a little more tightly with one arm while the hand of the other reached up to venture back into the other’s hair, encouraging him to keep marking him as he pleased.

His eyes widened as a hand found its way to his throat now, feeling himself throb again at the unspoken threat. A smile pulled at his lips at the teasing, one arm remaining around his shoulders while the other left his hair to come caress the back of the hand around his neck. The gesture was unusually affectionate considering the situation. He hoped this man never stopped talking to him. Everything that left his mouth was perfect. He wasn’t afraid, not in the real sense. There was nothing to indicate he was in any real danger and the fact that Dabi had initially hesitated to just assume it was okay to kiss him told him enough. This wasn’t even touching on the extensive training that had been beaten into him. He doubted Dabi could actually kill him, even if he wanted to, something he seriously doubted. Still, this was a role-playing scenario he wasn’t about to miss his chance on.

“And if it did? What will you do to me? What if I’m a good boy, would you spare me? Keep me to use as you please when the mood strikes? Maybe hide me somewhere in here to keep your cock warm for you while you stake out your next victim?” He turned his head a bit to press a kiss just in front of the other’s ear before speaking quietly and calmly. “My safety word is ‘red’. Have fun…”

”My safety word is ‘red’.”

Dabi had already been aroused before, but the fire those words lit in him pulled an almost feral growl from him as his fingers twitched on the pretty blonde’s neck before tightening with practiced ease to cut off his blood flow, tight enough to bruise the pale skin. Gods he hoped Keigo bruised easily, wanted him to remember this night for the rest of his life. His entire existence had been teasing Dabi mercilessly, for three fucking years. Maybe it was a little pathetic he hadn’t taken the opportunity until now, but Toga had never given him an opening before. He loved that woman. He was going to buy her that goddamn 12 foot skeleton she’d been wanting as a thank you.

“Your so eager for my cock, bet I wouldn’t even have to gag you to keep you quiet, could put you in a cage and leave the door open and you’d just sit there, like a pathetic little slut until I came back to use you again,” he kept his voice pitched low as he presses a kiss to his ear, meeting those pretty hazel eyes, so dark with his own arousal that Dabi could fucking drown in them. “Or maybe you’d run, give me a good chase,” his free hand was slowly undoing the button and fly of his pants as he spoke, “Beg for me not to hurt you as I fuck you against a wall, maybe even use my gloves to burn a pretty handprint into your skin.” He eases up on his hold now, letting oxygen return to his brain.

He shifted Keigo’s pants so they were pulled down to his thighs, and when Dabi’s fingers reached between them, he was surprised to find slick folds. “Fuck,” he bit back a groan, the surprise quickly filtering out as he rubs his fingers along them, gathering the wetness there before spreading them open with forefinger and ring and teasing the middle digit over his cock. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you,” he chuckles darkly. “Already so wet and we only just started, does being scared turn you on pretty boy? You want me to burn, and cut, and break you while I fuck you, don’t you? Want to feel used up and weak,” he growls as he easily slides two fingers inside of him, thrusting them slowly and curling them against the tight heat of his walls.

“You’re my favorite type, a perfect little plaything to use and abuse, will you cry for me?” His tongue slides out to lick over Keigo’s cheek, “God, I’m going to make you cum so many times that it’s going to hurt and then I’m just going to keep fucking you until your filled with my cum, do you want that?”

A shiver ran down his spine at the growl sharing his safety word brought about. He knew the door he’d just opened and it was clear that Dabi not only recognized it too but was happy to step through it. Now they would get to explore each other’s limits and get to know each other on a level far more intimate than he’d ever imagined he would get to. As much fun as he had every year when visiting whatever room Dabi was in charge of within a given year’s haunted house and as attractive as he’d always found him, the last thing he would have ever thought was within the realm of reality was having that very man pinning him to a pillar with a hand around his neck.

Speaking of… The way he took his cue and tightened his grip! If that weren’t enough, in a single movement he put much of Keigo’s worries to rest. Dabi knew how to blood-choke someone! He’d never met someone that he didn’t have to explicitly explain that to! Dabi talked big, but the fact he’d chosen the safest way to choke him spoke volumes. They were both in this for the fun, not to cause actual harm.

When asked if he would stay in an unlocked cage if placed there, he started to nod, enjoying the little kiss and meeting his gaze when the other pulled back to look at him. Fuck… He had to have the most beautiful eyes on the planet… Such a gorgeous aquamarine… Then the ‘or’ option came and his nodding stopped dead. A smirk slowly pulled at his lips, making it very clear which option he liked better. Both were good, but one was definitely more fun. He made a mental note to suggest a late-night forest date, if he could convince the guy to date him, that is.

As Dabi continued on, he was already making mental notes of the things he seemed to like, such as being not to be hurt. He was absolutely down for pretending he wasn’t okay for the guy, that’s exactly what safety words were for. He could beg for him to stop or cry out that something hurt and not have to worry that he would stop from concern till a safety word is dropped to break character. It would be fun to find out how dark he liked it too… Keigo would normally prefer to talk at length before indulging in any sort of role play like this, but fuck if things weren’t going smoothly with minimal communication.

Just as his head was starting to feel light, the hand at his neck eased off, giving him that perfect head rush. He couldn’t help the almost dazed moan that left him, panting in an attempt to resupply his brain with much-needed oxygen. His eyes met the other’s and in the same steady voice as before, if a little more breathless, he added, “No permanent marks.” And with that quick boundary established, he fell right back into character. “Would you really hurt me? Even if I was a good boy for you? I promise I’ll be good!”

Then much of his incredible mood suddenly drained from him when the other reached between them and cursed. Fuck! He’d been so caught up in what they were doing he’d completely forgotten to warn him about what he was rocking in his pants! His heart pounded in real anxiety now, his voice quiet and having lost the playfulness of the act they’d established between them. “I-I… Sorry, I forgot t—-” A gasp cut off his apology as fingers spread him open so his middle digit could circle his cock. The tone and chuckle that followed melted all the worry right back out of him and pulled him back into the mood. Dabi wasn’t repulsed. He accepted him as he was!

He also seemed to have forgotten the little character he’d been constructing before as his kinks were fed so nicely. “Y-yes! Break me! Ah!” His thighs trembled a little in his effort to keep himself up as a couple of digits slipped into him and rather than just generically moving in and out of him, they curled. The guy knew exactly what he was doing and where he should be rubbing. He closed his eyes with a whimper at the hot, wet swipe of a tongue along his cheek.

He moved then, arms once again wrapping around his shoulders, but this time he was full-on clinging. He pressed a kiss to the part of Dabi’s cheek that was above his artificial burns before replying cheek to cheek, his warm breath against his ear. “I do… I want you to fuck the thoughts right out of my head. I want you to use me till you’re good and done, cum trickling from every hole you took a fancy to. I want every ache, every scratch, every bruise to remind me of who I belong to! Fuckin’ own me.”

Dabi liked to think he was good at reading his partners wants and desires, and while he would have much preferred discussing a proper scene to play out with the pretty blonde at another time, this was simple and easy enough to roll with and gauge his reactions. He could adjust on the fly and maybe later they could have a proper sit down. For now, though, he wanted nothing more than to fulfil those promises he was making. Follow through with drowning the smaller man in pleasure.

The limit of no permanent marks was easy enough to follow. He had no plans to leave any on him tonight, but some temporary ones, like the shape of his hand around his neck? He would make no promises. He just chuckled darkly. “Depends on how good you are for me, I have very high standards,” he purred, nosing at his jaw even as his fingers flexed again, just the threat of putting pressure back on.

He could feel the way Keigo tensed and started to freak out but was glad he was able to settle him just as quickly. Dabi didn’t give a fuck what someone had in their pants so long as they felt good wrapped around his dick. He’d had his fair share of partners and he liked to think he was a very giving lover, he gave as much as he took and then some. “Don’t apologize little bird, you’re going to feel so good wrapped around me,” he eases his worries further, breaking character as well to place a gentle kiss to his cheek, assuring him he was in safe hands.

His switches were easy to flip, and with a smirk as Keigo clings to him, Dabi’s dark grin is back and he’s slowly pumping his fingers in and out of the man, fingers curling to rub against his sweet spot and thumb brushing over his cock. “Any hole I want? How generous.” He slides a third finger inside of him, stretching him around them. “You’d look so pretty all used and spent for me,” and as much as he wants to bury himself raw into the man currently clinging to him. That’s a whole other conversation they would need to have.

Instead, he focuses on bringing pleasure to Keigo, fingers fucking and curling and teasing, the hand around his throat had slipped to properly hold him against the pillar, nails digging into the exposed skin of his hip as his teeth and tongue pressed against the skin of his neck, biting hard enough to draw cries from him, and sucking dark marks into the skin in their wake. Little trophies for him to look at in the mirror later.

After a few more minutes of teasing, he pulls his fingers from inside and presses a kiss to the pretty blonde’s cheek. He detangles his legs from his waist and spins him around so he can push his chest against the pillar and grind the shape of his cock against his ass. They only have so much time right now, but he’s already planning a proper Halloween date.

He keeps one arm loosely hugging Keigo’s waist as his fingers lazily tease over his cock while his other works his own pants open enough that he can pull his cock out, before searching through the numerous pockets for what he’s looking for. The condom packet crinkles in his hand, and he gives a small grunt of triumph before pulling it free. His cock lays heavy against the pretty blond’s ass, and as he slowly grinds forward, he knows the other can feel the six piercings that line the bottom of his cock dragging against his skin. Dabi wastes no more time pulling back and rip open the condom with his teeth before rolling it over his length.

“We’ll have to find the time to make all those little fantasies come true,” he growls against his ear before pressing the tip of his cock between his folds, teasing it over the slick flesh with a low groan. He slides the first few inches inside and he lets the hand that was teasing his cock slip back up his body to wrap around his throat again, applying more pressure as he sinks deeper inside of him.


‘Permanent’ was the keyword in the line he hadn’t wanted Dabi to cross and the way he hadn’t once stopped him from handling him roughly made it plain enough to see that marks that would fade weren’t an issue. He could feel the twitch of warning in those fingers still poised at his neck, and he wondered if he’d be getting another round of asphyxiation so soon. “Oh…? You must think highly of me already, then if you’ve picked me to play with. I promise not to disappoint.” He meant it too. While he was very comfortable in the more submissive role he was taking on, pillow princess, he was not. He gave as good as he got and the faux brunet was giving quite a bit already.

Thankfully, his short-lived panic about his gender didn’t hurt anything, and they were quickly moving on. It wouldn’t have been the first time he was given trouble about it, but thankfully, the other wasn’t at all bothered. On top of that, he slipped a touch out of his sadistic dom persona to show him a little affection. He was going out of his way to make sure Keigo felt safe. If he hadn’t already found the guy attractive, he definitely would have now. Once his anxiety was properly soothed, things could shift into gear with confidence, and boy did they. The guy was a dream come true.

His enthusiasm was rewarded and in return, Keigo was happy to let him know what a good job he was doing. While he didn’t dare get loud knowing there were people around that might be able to hear them, not to mention Dabi’s off-handed comment about keeping quiet even without a gag, he kept his volume low. That said he didn’t hesitate to nuzzle cheek to cheek and freely whimper and gasp for him. More could be read from his body too, the way he had to shift his grip to keep himself up and the tremble he couldn’t seem to suppress. Wandering hands would have already discovered that he had more muscle to him than one would think someone of his stature might have, but pleasure had a habit of sapping your strength.

“Any hole you want… I have to make sure I meet those high standards of yours and you’ve been so kind. Wouldn’t want the big scary killer to change his mind about sparing me, now would I?” Another finger pulled a gasp from him, his body opening up nicely for him. Pays to offer good foreplay. It really did make things go smoother. Keeping ‘in character’ was proving to be getting harder with a character made up on the fly and made worse by the pleasure starting to fog his brain over. There were just so many wonderful distractions at this point. The fingers inside him were divine and the dig of nails into his hip only served to heighten it all. Teeth found his neck and his inner masochist made itself very apparent then. He cried out as he was bitten hard enough to bruise, a hand flying up into the hair at the back of the other’s head. Rather than snatching up dyed locks and trying to pull him off, however, he instead held him there, his own head thrown back in offering. So much for keeping quiet…

The sudden tightening and wetness around his fingers was hard to miss, hazel eyes fluttering as his first orgasm took him. As promised, Dabi continued and he sure as hell didn’t safe word. Keeping himself up was a struggle after that, but he managed right through the trembling till the digits in him finally slipped free and he was rewarded with a kiss to the cheek. Trembling legs lowered, feet finding the ground and soon he was guided to turn his back to the man and press his chest to the pillar instead. Shakey legs or no, this was much easier to maintain. Like a good boy, he shifted himself so he was leaning chest and cheek to the pillar, back arched to present himself for the other man. By this point, he was literally dripping for him.

Even now, Dabi was kind enough to help keep him up as well as reach between his legs to continue to play with him. Well, he had challenged him to fuck the thoughts out of his head and he was definitely well on his way there and he hadn’t even pulled his cock out yet. This was soon remedied, the blond smiling softly to himself at the familiar sound of plastic crinkling. And there was his last concern addressed. While he wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, he couldn’t anymore, that didn’t mean he was immune to illness. They hadn’t exchanged medical records so there was nothing to prove either of them was clean. He knew he was and he liked to think with how good the other had been to him so far that he wouldn’t knowingly get him sick, but the fact he was using a condom without even being asked to was an excellent sign and left him nothing more to worry about.

He murmured contently as he was ground against only to pause. Wait. What was that? He looked over his shoulder curiously, a smile pulling wide on his lips as a chuckle left him. “You have a Jacob’s Ladder? Of course, you do…” His words were cooed, definitely pleased. There was something about that particular piercing that just seemed fitting. On top of that, this would be a first for him as he’d never had a partner with that sort of equipment. He looked forward to finding out how much of a difference they made. He held his position even when the faux brunet eased back to don the fetched condom, but was very happy to have him back. He felt so wonderfully warm against his back, even through his clothes.

That lovely rasp told him all he needed to be sure that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Though neither had asked directly, he now knew they both wanted more than some spur-of-the-moment one-night stand, regardless of how good this go happened to be. It also highlighted something he had been keenly aware of this whole time. They were absolutely in public. While no one had come in so far, that didn’t mean someone couldn’t. Judging by how confident Dabi was to keep them out in the open, he figured they were safe, but nothing was 100% and the thought of being seen kept his heart racing even when things slowed for a moment.

A shiver skittered down his spine when the man spoke again, never growing tired of hearing him. His lips parted to speak, but the words died on his tongue as the latex-encased tip of his cock rubbed along his slick entrance. “Dabi… Please…” He didn’t have to wait much longer before he was pressing into him, properly stretched walls welcoming him and the delicious balls of his barbells inside painlessly. The digits that had been playing with him ventured up to find his throat again and he got no complaint from him. He allowed himself to simply lean against the pillar for support, taking inch after perfect inch into himself, quiet moans vibrating against the fingers back around his neck. Those piercings definitely made a noticeable difference.

“Three taps means red.” He had a feeling that words may not be easy or even possible soon so best to make sure he had an out, even if he didn’t think he would need it. “Make me your good little slut. Fuck me as hard and long as you want, I’ll be so good for you! I’ll take everything you have to give. Fucking ruin me!” Heh. Ruin him... He'd already done that. No one had every ticked off this many of his boxes and he was fairly confident no one else ever would.

Dabi was confident they had plenty of time for their quickie, and the eerie music and sounds that filled the building would likely muffle whatever shouts the pretty blonde let out. Moans of pleasure and pain were rather difficult for most to differentiate after all. It would simply add to the soundtrack that played throughout the haunt. So, if his cute little victim was loud, the faux brunet was all for it. He might get scolded later, but it would be worth it.

He was pleased when he’d felt Keigo’s orgasm, the slick that coated his fingers had made for the perfect extra lube to help slick up the condom before he’d pressed inside. Foreplay was one of his favorite things. He loved to see his partners squirm, beg, become desperate for him. Their pretty faces etched with pleasure, tears streaming down their cheeks as they begged for him. He was looking forward to bringing those same reactions out of Keigo time and time again. Three years was an awfully long time to wait.

He was presented so prettily for him, back arched, ass out, cunt dripping and making a mess of his already soiled underwear and if they’d had more time, and the proper tools, he would have fallen to his knees and worshiped his cunt and cock until his thighs were shaking and he was begging him to stop. Until that little safe word left his lips, he wouldn’t. The thought alone makes him want to push the pretty blonde to safe word, overload him with so much pleasure that the only two things on his mind are Dabi’s own name and that simple little word.

Dabi loves the way it feels when the piercings drag over Keigo’s walls, he sucks him in so perfectly and the small tugs send sparks of pleasure coursing through his blood. A low growl leaves him as he fully slides his cock inside, pausing to enjoy the way Keigo twitches and pulses around him, like he’s already trying to milk his cock. “Three taps,” he confirms with a kiss to the back of the blonde’s neck, teeth sneaking out to bite and suck a deep mark to the nape, hips rocking back before thrusting in slowly, adjusting to the feel of Keigo around him. Warm, soft, wet, he wants to stay buried inside of him forever.

But his perfect mouth spews the filthiest begging and Dabi can’t hold back. He smirks as he straightens up and pulls his hips back until just the head of his cock is holding open his entrance. “Such a filthy mouth, maybe I should gag you,” and with that his fingers tighten again on his pulse, and he slams his hips forward.

The pace he sets is brutal, he doesn’t give Keigo even a moment to think as he fucks into him. The lewd, wet sounds as his hips slam into his ass are almost louder than the sound effects of the room. His other hand is wrapped tightly around his waist to hold him up, and whenever he slows his pace to thrust hard and slow into the smaller man’s body, he lets his fingers tease and play with his cock, pinching and stroking and rubbing small circles around it.

All the while he’s mindful of how long his fingers have been holding off oxygen from his little victim’s brain, and he eases off just enough so that he won’t black out. But he lets him get close, lets the spots flicker, and gather at the corners of his vision before giving him relief. He loves the way the blonde tightens around him when he does so, the way his walls flutter and squeeze and drag him back in. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, your cunt was made for my cock,” he growls, deep in his chest as he slows his hips to roll slow, deep inside of him, making sure he feels the drag of each barbell against his walls.

[NicTheDjinn]

While he looked forward to discussing things at length, a confirmation that he would respond to his tapping would do for now, and the kiss to his neck reinforced the safe feeling under all the arousal and the pleasure clouding much of his thoughts. The blond bows his head a little as he feels teeth brush against his nape, yet another mark sucked into his skin. It wasn't long before Dabi was stepping fully back in character, making the anticipation coil eagerly in his stomach. Those talented digits once again tightened around his throat, taking as deep a breath he could while he had the chance, just to maximize his time without another.

The threat to gag him was quickly overshadowed by a latex encased cock slamming all the way into him in one sharp thrust, forcing him forward only to be held in place by the very pillar keeping him on his feet. It left him no where to go as the cock in him withdrew only to slam right back in and the ache of the sudden stretch, the deliciously new feeling of those barbells dragging along his insides, and the helpless feeling of not having anywhere to go was quickly starting to blank his mind in the best way.

Between the wall his chest was pressed against and the hand at his waist, he felt secure enough to just enjoy everything that was being done to him, be it the pleasure of a good fucking or the dull pain of being repeatedly pressed against a pillar. If everything wasn't already wonderfully overwhelming, the hand helping him stay on his feet pushed his senses further as those sweet fingers played with his cock from time to time to make sure his pleasure vastly outweighed anything else he was feeling.

Slowly his vision started to swim, a foggy thought at the back of his head reminding him that he should tap soon. In the end, there was no need. His partner was experienced enough to release him just as he was about to signal to him, gorgeous honey eyes fluttering as he openly moaned at the head rush that followed. His insides clamped down, the act sharply pushing him nearly to orgasm again. This guy was ruining him… He really wouldn't ever be able to top this experience with anyone else, he was sure of it.

“Does that, ah! Th-that mean you're gonna keep me, sir? Claim me as yours and use me whenever and however pleases you? I'll be good for you, I promise! Just don't kill me!” He groaned deep as those hips slowed only to purposely grind into him. “Fuuuuck… Please, please keep me! I want to be yours! I'll be your good little cock sleeve!” Keeping one arm up on the pillar to help balance himself a little, he reached back with the other, dipping his fingers into the other's hair, just really wanting to touch him back in some way. He even turned his head to seek further contact, be it a cheek to nuzzle or lips to kiss, whatever the other facilitated for him.

[owlsee]

Keigo opened up so easily under his touch. Pliant, needy, his cries so sweet as they fell from his lips. Dabi was looking forward to getting used to this. Making the pretty blonde his, trap him in a cute little cage, his own little songbird. He couldn’t let his mind wander too far, not yet, he had a role to play and a sweet little victim to debauch.

When he releases Keigo’s pulse and feels the way he flutters and clenches around him, the man groans, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the noise, almost animalistic in its sound as he throbs inside his tight heat. His fingers twitch against his hip and neck, tempted to choke him once more, but his little victim is getting his own ideas. His hand is in Dabi’s hair, he’s needy and sweet, begging for more, for Dabi to claim and own him. How badly he wants too.

He tsks and takes the blonde’s hand in his own, pressing a kiss to the palm before biting into the meat of the heel of his hand. “Now, now, last time I checked, cock sleeve’s don’t grab what isn’t there’s too touch,” he growls and drops his hand. Leaning back, Dabi brings a swift smack to Keigo’s rear, followed by three quick swats before he’s gripping the reddening flesh and giving it a hard squeeze. “If you want to be kept, you should learn to behave, now what do we say, pretty bird?” He taunts him once more, having stopped moving his hips all together in favor of tormenting his little victim.

His hands travel up to his neck again, this time he grips and pulls him back so he’s no longer leaning against the pillar for support, instead he’s pressed back against Dabi’s chest. “You’ll have to be punished later,” he whispers against his ear, a deceptively sweet kiss being pressed against it before his hand is sliding into soft, blonde locks and gripping tightly. “Now hold on like a good boy,” he barely allows Keigo enough time to properly orient himself against the pillar before he’s fucking into him ruthlessly once more, nails digging into his hip as his other hand once again travels between the pretty blonde’s legs to tease him.

A crackling in his ear almost has him groaning. “Time’s almost up, better cum in that pretty blonde before you get caught~” Himiko’s sing-song tone carries through the earpiece, and he rolls his eyes. He’ll definitely need to plan a proper date for the two of them. “Come on,” he purrs, leaning over his back one more time. “How many times do you think you can cum before I do? I want to see you *crawling* out of here,” he growls.