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Breathing out, Shouto opens his legs and tugs the skirt up, showing a lacy thong in the same blue that decorated his gift box. Judging by the way Dabi’s pupils dilate, he knows it too.
“You’ve got a surprise there, don’t you?” Dabi asks, sticking his hand between Shouto’s thighs, pressing up against his tucked cock. He’d had to tape it tonight—the skirt was too short for anything less—and it’s not exactly sexy beneath the underwear.
Except the fact that he’d needed to tuck to this extent seems to please Dabi plenty. Shouto can’t help but lift his hips into Dabi’s hand, seeking any additional pleasure he can get.
“What a pretty slut,” Dabi says. “But I want to see your bare cunt. Get those panties off and let me see your hole.”
A shiver goes through Shouto, especially as Dabi puts the car into drive. He has to squirm to work his way out of the thong, careful not to catch it on his heels. He managed to tape himself up in a way to leave his hole accessible, so he asks, “Is this good?”
Dabi’s hand comes down on his crotch without warning, and Shouto gasps in shock.
“I said bare.”
Oh, it’s going to hurt to get the tape off, but Shouto is way more turned on than he should be. It’s not the first time Dabi’s gotten him out of a tuck before, anyway, but for some reason, it feels even more vulnerable and dirty to do it in the car as Dabi drives than usual.
Faster isn’t better, sadly, but as soon as he gets the tape off, his balls drop out and his cock stands proud and leaking.
Dabi glances down at him, then takes a hand off the wheel to tease through Shouto’s pubic hair, over his cock, tickling over his balls, pressing on his taint, ending with fingertips pressed on Shouto’s hole.
“You’re so pretty down here,” Dabi tells him, just glancing down from the corner of his eye. A fingertip presses into Shouto’s ass, and Shouto spreads his legs wider, hungry and shameless. “And you’re already wet for me.”
Without warning, he pulls his hand away, leaving Shouto whimpering as he turns the wheel. Shouto hasn’t been paying any attention to where they’re going, and he doesn’t care now. All he cares is that Dabi put the car into park, then did something that makes the driver’s seat nearly fully reclined. His hands go to his belt and fly, undoing them, and his cock leaps free. Shouto’s mouth waters.
“Come kneel over me, pretty,” Dabi tells him.
It’s awkward in the tight space, but Shouto’s flexible and he manages to get in place. Dabi cups his ass, and holds his cock up, then tells Shouto, “Hold up your skirt and let me watch as your hungry hole swallows my cock.”
The car isn’t quite tall enough for Shouto to kneel fully up, but he can hold up his skirt, and sinking down onto Dabi’s cock is damn near euphoric after all the teasing he’s been through. In fact, if Dabi didn’t grab the base of his cock to stifle his orgasm, Shouto would have probably come just from getting Dabi’s cock inside him.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Dabi tells him, his own voice gone rough. “You take me so well. Such a beautiful, hungry slut.”
Shouto’s body tightens around him, milking him, as if he can pull Dabi even deeper.
“When I let go of your dick, you’re going to come, aren’t you, beautiful?”
Voice shaky, Shouto admits, “Probably.”
Dabi shifts his grip, pointing Shouto’s cock up toward his own chest. “Then come for me, pretty whore.” He releases the pressure on the base of Shouto’s cock, and Shouto’s orgasm crashes through him. His come splashes hot over his chest, up to his chin, making him tense and milk Dabi’s cock as he leans back, riding the aftershocks while a horn sounds distantly.