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Look. Look. Look.
Dabi feels out of place in the glass-walled conference room he and Shun were escorted to upon entering the building of Japan's biggest Adult Entertainment provider. He's damn certain there are other people like him in this building, but wherever they're getting up to what he actually enjoys doing about his work, is happening off in the other corners while this area is for contract negotiation, marketing, distribution, HR, and all of the other things that Dabi has Shun to take care of so that he can focus on what he likes instead. But this is a big contract, so Dabi needed to be present for it, even if he wasn't all that interested in this part in the first place.
"Stop wiggling." Shun doesn't even look up from his laptop to scold him. "They'll be here in five minutes. You're the one who said you wanted to work with this guy." Dabi is not dense enough to miss the touch of bitterness in the other man's voice, but he doesn't care for it. Shun knew when he signed up to be Dabi's manager that he would be making active steps to become not only the most popular alternative adult entertainment star in Japan, but expanding that reach worldwide as soon as he could. He needs to have eyes on him from all across the entire world, until there is no place where his father's name won't be immediately shadowed and tarnished as his own spreads. A calendar deal isn't the first way that Dabi's likeness will be distributed, but it is one that will be made and sold for places outside of Japan and, he hopes, that this will be enough to get his foot in the door for more international shoots and collaborations.
He hears footsteps coming down the hall and perks up in his seat, looking to see the men who are approaching from around the corner as soon as they get into view. The older man with a flashy, clashing suit and a gap in his front teeth must be the manager, because Dabi looked up the photographer and entertainer, and he recognizes Tomura Shigaraki at a glance. He is well-built, his long white hair tucked back into a pony, and his suit plain, but immaculate, as the two let themselves into the room and the manager greets them.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'm Kagero Okuta, and this is my client, Tomura Shigaraki."
"Shun Okuma and this is Dabi." Shun greets as they both stand to shake either other man's hands. Shigaraki is wearing black leather half-gloves, which Dabi assumes must be some kind of preventative measure for his quirk because no matter what kind of production he's ever seen him in, Dabi hasn't ever found a picture without him wearing them.
"It's nice to meet you." Shigaraki's voice is steady and sure as they all start to take their seats.
"Pleasure's mine." Dabi replies, wanting to get into it, "Your work is stunning. It would be an honor to be the subject of it."
He sees it in every tense centimeter of Shun's shoulders that the other man is wishing that he had used his quirk to command Dabi to be polite, silent, and well-behaved, but it's too late for him to get away with that now, even as he starts the conversation himself. "We're very interested in the potential collaboration with your studio." Dabi is, so he does actually shut his mouth and let the other man negotiate the contract the way that he pays him to do. But he's already willing to take a far lower amount of pay than he would otherwise if this calendar really can be printed in several overseas countries and even displayed at Adult Entertainment Conventions that take place in those markets where censorship and obscenity laws are so different. He wants there to be a rabidness here among tabloid journalists who want to find out anything they can find on him so that they can put his name in every article next to Endeavor's, talking about how his disgraced, delinquent son is ruining his legacy worldwide.
The negotiations take the better part of two hours, and while Mr. Okuta seems to drive a hard bargain, given how low Dabi was willing to go, he's happy to note that Shigaraki and his people are more interested in putting out the best product possible rather than the cheapest one to make. And after two hours, two copies of the contract signed by all of them, they shake hands again, and it's late enough to leave the office to get celebratory drinks. Dabi can't help rolling his eyes as Shun and Mr. Okuta immediately start to chat like they're best friends. This kind of schmoozing and business talk the exact thing that Dabi hates to do, but he isn't about to complain when this means he will get to work with Shigaraki.
The other man trails behind with him as Okuta takes them to some izakaya that he likes to frequent, having stayed very quiet throughout the entire exchange. Still, Dabi is familiar with his work, and he doesn't think he'll offend when he asks, "You usually work with women, is this more of an artistic endeavor or a publicity stunt?"
Shigaraki blinks, like he's been miles away throughout the entire walk out of the building. "I think Giran wants it to be both, but if you're talking about my personal preferences, I enjoy bodies in all of their forms." Red eyes flick to meet his, but then he focuses on the backs of their managers' heads instead. "And I've been a fan of your work for a few years now."
Dabi's body tingles with pleasure the moment he says that, a wolfish smile that had earned him the reputation of a heartbreaker since long before he made his debut in the industry on his face. "Oh yeah? Any favorites that you're looking to recreate in the shoot?"
"I'm more interested in doing something new. I know you're a switch, but you won't be for me, and I think I'll be taking the next week or so to ensure that what we do for the shoot and videos will leave a lasting impression-- on your fanbase too."
"You're really going to have to impress me then." He taunts.
Dabi knows immediately that he chose the right person for the job when those red eyes go back to his again, and he just says, "I'll be sure to make this a memorable experience."
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The restaurant that they end up at this year for Fuyumi's birthday is a large traditional-looking building with a wrap-around balcony on the second floor, kept warm with massive outdoor heaters that none of them actually need to stay comfortable in the chill of the season. Between Fuyumi and Natsuo, not really feeling the cold at all, and he and Shoto's fire quirks that keep them toasty no matter where they go, they're the only ones who choose to dine alfresco. Though part of him has to wonder if this choice was made because his sister, even as she tries too hard to be supportive of him, just doesn't want to be under scrutiny as she celebrates with her disgraced brother.
They're about ten minutes into the event, all of them sat down, their menus open, drinks on the table, when Natsuo sets a landmine out. "...Is he coming?"
Dabi can't help the burst of pride that goes through his chest as his sister bristles slightly, her lips tugged into a sharper frown. There's no surprise in it when she says, "No, he's still working tonight." Because she is the only one who thinks that there is something to salvage in this family. Dabi isn't sure that they would all even still talk at all if they weren't being actively drawn together through spite. There's just too much distance between them now. Even if Natsuo will hate their father with a bitterness so largely fueled by how he remembers Toya being treated, it's not as if he and Dabi were ever actually able to connect and become good friends. Dabi was too broken and angry when he came out of his coma to see the rest of his family as anything other than the people who let Enji turn him into nothing, and the way he has chosen to force all of them to acknowledge him now is a punishment to them as much as it is to their father. His siblings don't look at him, not really; they talk around what they all have been doing as they sit and try to get along because pretending to like each other is their gift to Fuyumi on her birthday and holidays. But no one asks for his input. They don't ask what he's been doing. They don't want to know.
It's only because they are trying so desperately not to acknowledge so much of who he is now that Dabi is satisfied. They might not look, but they can't help seeing it. He's the best off of all of them. His clothes are designer, his wealth entirely his own after his father cut him off the moment he turned eighteen. He was homeless and starving for three months after his birthday, none of them risking losing their golden spoons by extending a hand to him, and then still being revolted when they found out how he got his first paycheck. He sits here, the only one able to afford his meal without an allowance from a man who barely acknowledges their existence, or who insists on turning him into his legacy in Shoto's case, and they hate that. They don't want him to be doing well because if he is, then he's not going to desperately fall in line, even if Natsuo and Shoto will display their distaste for the man in their own ways. Their way just happens to be the one where Enji will never get so fed up with them that he might actually do something to them, like take away the privileges that they've had being born into this mockery of a family.
"Can I get you started on anything?" The waiter who speaks is probably in his early twenties, maybe a year older than Natsuo, and his cheeks are flushed very dark. His eyes flick to Dabi's face, down to the mesh shirt that he's wearing that shows ample muscle despite the chill in the air, and then lock back on his pad of paper like it might save him. He looks, and Dabi can't help giving him a wolfish smile because he knows what that look means.
"Normally, I'm the one asking how I can warm people up," he purrs and immediately sees frost start to coat the menu where Fuyumi holds it.
"We'll have the charred octopus," she speaks clearly and curtly enough to make the waiter startle and immediately put his pen to paper again.
"And the burrata and prosciutto," he adds without a pause. She knows he doesn't like fish in general, but even Shoto is not a fan of octopus. But it's her birthday and clearly she doesn't want any of them to be having too much fun, especially not after what happened at Natsuo's when they all met for a movie and Dabi ended up taking a handful of pictures with fans as all of them tried to duck out of sight as other people began to whisper about exactly what he did to become famous. Dabi winks at the waiter, who might be more grateful his uniform includes an apron around his waist than he might be otherwise, before he scampers off to put in their order.
Fuyumi turns her attention back to her menu and changes the subject before anyone else can even start to speak. "How are classes going?" It's a question for her other brothers, and Natsuo and Shoto dutifully answer. Of course, Natsuo's third year of college is stressful; he's starting to look at what school he wants to go to become a doctor, and there are applications and scholarships that he needs to deal with if he wants to make it there without the Todoroki name influencing his chances. Shoto, on the other hand, tells them very little about UA. Dabi doesn't know if that's because he isn't enjoying becoming a hero as much as his father tried to train him to, or if it's because he's having problems with his classmates. He just knows that Shoto was not impressed with winning the Sports Festival and showcasing the other side of his quirk to the rest of the world.
But it's only after their appetizers arrive that he chooses not to make eye contact and says, "That clip of your quirk is going around again. My classmates are surprised you didn't decide to become a hero."
Dabi doesn't bristle. "Your friends shouldn't be watching that; I wasn't just swallowing fire for that shoot." There's no real admonishment in the words. They're horny teenagers. Just because Dabi was in a coma throughout his teenage years doesn't mean he's completely ignorant about what they get up to. He does appreciate the way that Fuyumi grimaces at those words, though.
But Shoto keeps pushing, "One of the other students, in the support track, was telling me about new gear that could keep your quirk--"
"Yeah, not interested," Dabi says as he rolls his eyes, "I don't need to be a 'hero' sucking the entire HPSC's cock. Not when I'm already a better-paid whore than half of the top ten."
"There is no reason that your friends should be looking at any of that stuff anyway,” Fuyumi says as she changes the subject. "All Might is one of your teachers now, isn't he? Has he mentioned anything about the retirement that the news has been speculating about?"
Dabi lets her change the subject because he spots the waiter trying to not watch him from the dining room as he makes his rounds refilling water glasses, and excuses himself to go to the bathroom. He gives the younger man a wink, and it's not really a surprise that he risks his job to follow him into the room.
It's a nice bathroom, clean and empty, and Dabi doesn't have any trouble getting the guy to lean against the sink as he gets on his knees. He isn't surprised at all that the man barely needs a tease to have him rock hard and mumbling about being such a big fan. He can't believe this is happening, and Dabi can't believe how easy he is. Barely has to get him into his throat before he's cumming hard, and Dabi is very glad that his next test is in a day, the shoot in two. He spits out his cum in the sink while the guy is still stuttering about how good his mouth was, how he normally lasts longer-- and Dabi just cracks open a mini toothbrush he keeps on him before he waves him off.
By the time he's gotten back out to the table, his siblings are all gone, and he can feel the weight of their disgust and disappointment left there. That's no problem. When the stumbling waiter comes back out, Dabi asks to be moved to a private table inside, for a bottle of wine, and spends the rest of the night happily in his own company as he scrolls on his phone, seeing that there are already blog sites that have bad pictures of the four of them entering the restaurant and discussions about how his career will tarnish the promising students and sweet, unassuming elementary teacher. His siblings hate it, his father will hate it, but they won't be able to look away as Dabi keeps smearing soot over every polished surface of their reputations since he came back from the dead.
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He gets his results, clean as always, and is ready for the three-day shoot that he and Shigaraki will be conducting at his studio for the calendar. Call time of six in the morning isn't great, but they're planning on shooting four months each day with two videos to accompany two of the looks for people who splash out to get the deluxe release and not the calendar alone. Dabi also needs to make more behind-the-scenes videos for his Just4Fans followers as well, and he immediately rolls out of his bed and turns the camera on himself as he starts talking as he heads to get ready for the day.
"Starting the calendar photoshoot today. I've been so excited to work with Shigaraki. I hear he has excellent equipment," he lets the word hum in his throat, his voice lower with sleep, "And I'm excited to take you along for the ride as well."
He takes a couple of clips of himself getting ready that he'll be able to splice together and throw a voice-over on top of to make this seem more interesting, before he has a protein shake and coffee to start his day as he heads out to his cab. He was told that they would be back in La Vénus for the shoot, but he expected to be downstairs for it, in one of the many photo studios there. However, when he arrives, Dabi is taken to a service elevator and ushered upstairs instead.
Shun is already there talking to Okuta, sitting together in the penthouse apartment, the entire structure incredibly modern and open as he steps out of the elevator beside the 'dining room' which is just a long, polished table to his right, the kitchen on his left, and the living room directly in front of him with a conversation pit sunk into the center. Shigaraki enters the room from the far hall opposite the other areas, wearing slacks and a button-down, which feels like a far cry from the sweats Dabi is in, knowing that he'll be getting out of these clothes and into a million others today.
"Hey," he greets as they all converge at the island. "What's the schedule?"
"The studio is still setting up for the morning," the other man says as he picks up the tablet off the counter and gestures for him to sit. "I wanted to talk with you before we set what scenes we're shooting today, in case there's anything that you don't think you're up for. I have everything ready, so we are free to switch around which months we're shooting over the next three days. The only thing that I want is to keep February and March together so that we can make the Valentine's and White Day pictures feel like a continuous scene, which will be hard to replicate with the chocolate if we take a break between them."
"That's fine by me." Dabi looks at the tablet, their managers letting them just go at it, given Shigaraki is the creative director, lead photographer, and, technically, Dabi's co-star for this shoot. That's a lot of hats to wear, and he has no problems sitting down and finishing his thermos of coffee as they decide how they want to split the shoot days up. They decide to shoot for February, March, January, and June today, April, May, July, and August tomorrow, and September, October, November, and December on the third day, with October being the last since he will likely have bruises they don't want to worry about covering afterward.
They make their way downstairs, and Shigaraki gets the crew to set up the first room, Dabi being taken away by wardrobe to get glitzed out for the January photos first. He bills himself as a switch primarily, but to work with Shigaraki and fill a larger niche in the market overseas, he's signed up to be any form of alternative bottom that he can be, and the wardrobe for the New Year's photoshoot takes advantage of that as he's put into a slinky, tiny black dress that is covered in glittering rhinestones that catch the light every time he moves, his staples left to sparkle as well as a makeup artist paints his lips with a deep red and buffs a light shimmering powder over his exposed skin.
The clawfoot tub that has been filled with the best fake gold coins Dabi has ever seen, and red envelopes for good fortune, is not at all a comfortable bed to lie in, but when he is brought to the set, and Shigaraki starts to give him direction on how to move, he's not about to complain. He lounges in the tub for a few more subdued shots, trying to look like he's luxuriating in the wealth and fortune that everyone hopes a fresh start will bring. He doesn't smile at the camera; that haughty expression that Shigaraki seems to want from him is so easy to find as he does as he's told. And after a few of the pictures have been snapped, the other man moves around the space and adjusts the lights until they're just the way he wants them, he instructs,
"Champagne," and one of the assistants pours from the bottle Dabi thought he heard pop earlier into a flute for him.
"Bit early for a drink," Dabi teases as he takes it when the assistant hands it over.
Shigaraki's lips quirk just the slightest bit as he adds, "Hike the skirt a little higher. You're the richest whore in the city, but you still expect someone else to pay for your drink."
Dabi shifts so that the skirt is high enough now that there will be no hiding the small thong that he's been stuffed into, arching his back and opening his legs a bit more to enhance the look up his skirt as Shigaraki crouches to a better angle. He holds the flute just before his lips, the fruity scent of the champagne tempting even though it is so early in the day, as he cups his chest in the other hand and gives his best 'come hither' eyes to Shigaraki and his camera.
"Good boy." He hears the shutter snap again, having Dabi make small changes to his posture until he has what he wants in this position. And Dabi is glad that he's not actually going to be drinking this glass, because as he starts to feel every set of eyes on him in the room, his skin starts to get warmer. Knowing that this will be seen by so many people, hearing the way the camera clicks and captures his body as the lights start to make the air around them hotter, it all leaves the first threads of arousal going through his body. And with his camera focused on him, Shigaraki must see how it starts to work through him. "For these next ones, I want your panties around your thighs, Dabi."
He sets the flute on the edge of the tub and shifts to pull them down, letting them wrap around his thighs as his cock takes the invitation to start hardening and pushing up his skirt a bit.
"Hold this," Shigaraki plucks one of the red envelopes from the floor and has him position it to hide his genitals, before he has Dabi tip the warm champagne to his lips. And then the camera is clicking away again until Dabi is hard and the envelope gets to come away so that the whole world will be able to see how excited he's gotten playing dress up for Shigaraki's camera.
The first part of the shoot lasts no more than thirty minutes once he's in his costume, and when they're finished, Shigaraki tells him, "Already looking perfect. Let's do June next." He offers Dabi a hand, and he does his best to put his arousal away as he climbs out of the tub, kicking his panties free and tugging the dress back into place as he hopes that his arousal ebbs a bit more. Even if this career choice had been the perfect fit for him in terms of how it sullies his family name, the fact that he gets so hot whenever he thinks about the pictures and videos that other people watch as they get off, makes his whole body so eager for pleasure that he thinks he might have found another way to seek this out if he'd needed to find another option.
Still, they have a bit more to do before getting off is even on the table now, so he pushes that arousal away as he is brought to the side so that his hair, makeup, and wardrobe can be changed. The generic summer shoot is not something he's looking forward to, certainly not a highlight, the way he expects that a lot of the others will be, as they have specific holidays they're going to be showcasing. But he's also not going to complain when he gets into the bathing suit and a robe and is led through the halls to the pool that exists for these kinds of shoots and as a backdrop for plenty of other films that take place in the building. The water is cool enough when he first gets in that his nipples immediately pebble, and he finds himself pushing his chest out, lounging on a floatie, and pretending to play with a beach ball for a while before they finish getting those shots in.
By the time he's out of the water, the bathtub from the first room has been cleaned up and he's sent back to the dressing room to dry off as their kitchen and bedroom set are put into place, and Shigaraki comes over to show him a few of the different shots and Dabi picks up his phone to start working on BTS footage again as they take a look.
"That looks perfect," he says, knowing he'll be blurring the photo when he gets to the editing, "If you like this one, then I would say this is the frontrunner for our January pic."
"I think it's my favorite too. You're great at taking direction," the other man says, "It's a surprise you don't have a collar yet if this is what you're like in your day-to-day too."
Dabi normally shoots down that kind of talk with a casual ambiguity. He's a switch, a professional, and he is not about to be owned by anyone– but he is an alternative adult content creator, and BDSM is such a large part of it that he doesn't want his dismissiveness about that idea to impact his brand negatively. And from what he's heard about Shigaraki, the other man is very dedicated to the scene. He doesn't think he can bullshit him. "I'm having too much fun to live by someone else's rules or be the one setting them. But you've got full control while we're shooting, director."
Shigaraki lets that go, and they talk about the photos for a few more minutes before the next room is ready, and Dabi has to get into fresh makeup, Shigaraki needing to sit down for his own for the first time today as well. Twelve photos for the calendar, BTS videos for J4F, and six exclusive twenty to thirty-minute films for those who buy the complete package. And Shigaraki might be the director of photography, but he's also got the perfect cock for Dabi to play with, and he is more than looking forward to having the other man as his co-star.
They finish getting ready, Shigaraki keeping him engaged as he tries to find out if there's anything he can do to enhance the experience for him. "I prefer to not need to add a lot of extra effects or pause for makeup," the other man tells him, which Dabi gets. His stuff hit the scene with him as an amateur on J4F, who just started filming himself and his partners at the time and posting them. Dabi is really not the kind of person who ever went for artistic porn, but there was a rawness that came from the other man's filming style that is very different from what's on the market right now. And even if making a calendar like this is kitschy, Dabi wants the actual movies to hold onto that essence of his style.
"I should be good as long as you don't hit anything on my hard limits," Dabi tells him as his lashes are curled and coated in a thick mascara that he knows runs perfectly when he's getting worked up.
"Have you always loved the cameras so much?" There isn't judgment in the question, only curiosity, and that, alongside the knowledge they have two and a half more days of this, has Dabi answering him without malice.
"Apart from when my skin was peeling off, sure." No. He thinks that he picked this up after he was let out of the hospital, forced to hide his face under a blanket as he was ushered into a car, and then locked inside of the house so he couldn't be a disgrace anymore. And he was stuck there for nearly four years. Even after he caught up with the schooling he'd missed, he wasn't allowed to test for high schools, even though he tried anyway. He couldn't go out shopping, or to the movies, or communicate with anyone outside of his siblings. He was to stay and be forgotten, and when he refused that, his father kicked him out, hoping he would die on the streets. He's pretty sure that it was when he was locked in that house, in his bedroom, taking pictures of himself and drawing on top of them to try and give himself a sense of style that he was denied while he was there, that he got so obsessed with being on camera, with leaving behind so many pictures of himself that no one would ever be able to forget him or turn him into that one school photo that was next to the picture of the mountain burning, or when he got out of the hospital, or used whenever the Todoroki family was discussed in the news. It was a chance encounter with the JAV industry that allowed Dabi to make that obsession something sexual, and even after years of doing it, Dabi never gets off quite as hard as he does when he's filming for work.
"Well, I can promise you that my camera setup will get you at every angle."
And it's just the right thing for the other man to say as they are told that the kitchen set is ready for them and they're able to move into the other room. The lingerie underneath the apron that Dabi is hidden by the white apron that he's wearing over it, exposing so many of his scars and piercings that even in a more conventional outfit for the shoot, there's no mistaking what Dabi's preferred niche is. The kitchen set they are taken into has been made haphazardly with bowls, spoons, and boxes in a way that Dabi can't help but note a similarity to what the room looked like when Fuyumi was in high school and trying her best to make chocolates to impress her crush. Maybe that was the last time he did something nice for her, helping to actually mix the chocolate for long enough and to the right temperatures that it eventually became tempered and actually hardened into the glossy shell that she wanted instead of the matte exterior that immediately melted against her fingertips.
Stepping into the set and seeing what a genuine look has been created makes it feel stranger than any other set he's been on, but he always heard that the studio at La Vénus went hard for authenticity. Shigaraki, wearing black slacks and a white button-down shirt, goes around the room, making final adjustments to the camera setup and lights, but after another moment, quiet is called for on set, and Dabi is able to take up his position in the kitchen. There is an actual hot plate present with a double-walled bowl over it that is filled with the chocolate they'll be using for the scene and a candy thermometer clipped to the edge that tells him that it's warm enough to stay viscous, but kept far from burning so that neither of them end up in pain when it comes to putting it on their skin.
"Action."
Dabi puts the crew out of his mind. The only thing that matters now is the performance that he's able to give the camera. He's not going to say that the roles he usually plays have an overwhelming amount of depth, but he doesn't think he's ever pretended to be a doting paramour before. But as he starts to mix the chocolate the way he remembers, he slips into the role. What would it be like to be making chocolates for someone who wants to come home to him?
He doesn't have to wait long to find out as Shigaraki moves up behind him, his hands, still in those half-gloves, wrap around his hips as the other man pulls his body into his own. Dabi gasps, like he's been surprised, but all he really feels is an immediate excitement as he feels the muscle he knew was layered over his body pressing against his spine. "Is this all for me, gorgeous?"
Dabi ducks his head, a good way to hide the fact that he can't make himself blush on command yet. "You weren't supposed to see it before it was done, sir."
Shig hums, the sound low and pleased as he dips his head to press kisses along the back of Dabi's neck before the strap of the apron lines his skin. "That's okay, baby boy. I can think of plenty of ways for us to enjoy my present just like this."
Dabi knows what's coming, and when the other man dips his fingers into the chocolate, his mouth is watering, but more because he loves how he looks with his mouth stretched wide in his work. He knows that Shigaraki's cock is going to do that so wonderfully that he's starting to harden before the chocolate-covered leather is at his lips. Dabi opens his mouth with a moan, his tongue laving out to take the thick layer of sweets across it. The chocolate is, somewhat surprisingly, actually a good high-quality base from what he can tell, which is a pleasant surprise. Usually, when foodstuffs like chocolate, whipped cream, and the like are brought into play, they're whatever the cheapest options for production are or have been enhanced in this way or that so they look better on camera, but usually don't taste very good. Dabi has no problem licking this off of Shigaraki's gloves as he feeds his fingers into his mouth, as his other hand slides up his body to cup his chest through the apron, making Dabi moan and arch his body back harder so that more points have contact with one another. Shigaraki presses kisses along his shoulder as he rolls his hips into Dabi's, letting him feel that this is starting to work for him.
Dabi moans as he licks the last streak of chocolate off of his fingers, reaching for his wrists in turn to try and move the one on his chest down so that Shigaraki will cup his hardening cock through the thin fabric or force his fingers deeper into Dabi's throat. He doesn't really have much of a gag reflex now, and he just wants to feel stretched and used while he's letting himself play the other man's doting sub. Dabi grinds into Shigaraki's palm, his cock actually hardening the rest of the way as he imagines how the people watching the video will take this. The loud, bratty, rude switch with a gnarled face like his put into a little frilly apron and turned into nothing but a doting housewife after being claimed by one of the most sought-after doms on the scene? Fuck, that will do so much for the people who fantasize about breaking him, and Dabi can't help how hot it brings his body to imagine that he could be broken.
"My needy little whore," Shigaraki purrs as he squeezes him through the fabric. "You like chocolate that much?" The touch of mockery in his voice is enough to make Dabi even hotter. The fact that the other man is so easily able to pull his fingers out of his mouth, to get a hold of his body, and turn him around, only makes Dabi feel more part of this role. No one is ever bold enough to try and force him into a position that he might not want to be in. Whether that's wariness of unintentionally hurting him by pulling his skin loose from his staples or fear of being burned if he decides he doesn't want them to touch him like that, there is always a tentative nervousness that comes with being touched that Shigaraki simply doesn't show as he forces Dabi to face him. In the next movement, he has Dabi pinned against the counter and his mouth on Dabi's own, licking out the taste of chocolate behind his teeth as he moves his hand to cup Dabi's ass and pull their pelvises together.
Dabi reaches up, tangling his fingers in Shigaraki's long, wavy hair, the locks soft against his palms as he tries to melt like chocolate into the passion of their bodies. Different. There is something different about the way that Shigaraki kisses him compared to his last shoot and maybe the one before that, too. He isn't sure. He just knows that this feels good as he reaches for Shigaraki's belt and pulls on it without actually reaching for the clasp. He's not in charge of this shoot; he needs to--
"Please, sir," he begs between kisses, moaning again when Shigaraki's mouth moves over Dabi's chin so that he can sink his teeth into his jaw where he won't bruise and ruin the look of any of their other shots.
"Such a good boy asking for permission. On your knees, baby."
The moment that Shigaraki's hands leave his body, Dabi drops to the ground with a real thud and a real impact that leaves fresh pain under his skin that makes him moan again, his cock hard enough that it's pushed out of his little panties beneath the apron and is now tenting that fabric so distinctly as Shigaraki looks down at him. Those red eyes, the way his hair falls in front of his face, and the confidence that he just seems to radiate give him a stage presence that Dabi knows carries over into his videos and photography. But Dabi didn't anticipate how hot it would make him to be on the other side of that.
"Should have known someone as greedy as you wouldn't even be able to make me a present without thinking about how you could get rewarded." Dabi knows it's on the table, but the moment that Shigaraki's polished dress shoe lands against his hard cock, pressing on him through the apron and sinking humiliation and a sharp ache across his nerves, he realizes that he's going to be absolutely empty after this photoshoot. Shigaraki clicks his tongue before he applies more pressure to Dabi's cock. And like the needy, desperate whore he's supposed to be, Dabi just moans louder, gripping him around his ankle to try and keep that pressure-pain against his crotch. There are plenty of fetishes that he's played into for the camera that aren't his cup of tea, and while he knows this is really just a tease for the foot fetish community, it is far better at satisfying his own appreciation of CBT that he's especially looking forward to during the October shoot, as Shigaraki pulls his belt open and grinds the heel of his shoe into Dabi's balls through the apron. It's clear they've never been worn before when not even a smear of dirt comes off against his white apron, but Dabi doesn't care. He just wants more as Sir takes his cock out of his slacks, and Dabi gets to see that it really is that long and thick in person. He was always half sure that the masterful camera angles must have made it look so good, but Shigaraki's probably twenty centimeters long and thicker around than four of Dabi's fingers and the thought of having that anywhere in his body leaves Dabi leaking even more through the fabric of his apron, a wet spot starting to bloom over his head and turn the white fabric translucent.
"Such a slut. Without me, you would just be humping anything that moved to keep your overeager little cock satisfied." He pulls his shoe back and then brings it back down hard enough against Dabi's crotch that he is left gasping, stars dancing across his vision, as pain radiates through his body and makes his thighs shake. Fuck, he's had so much pain throughout his life, but he can't say that he's ever gotten tired of this kind.
"I need it, sir." He gasps, fingers clawing at the fabric across his thighs as he tries to get his mouth to his cock. Shigaraki grasps his hair at the roots, pulling at it the right way that makes his scalp ache, but doesn't actually dislodge any strands as he keeps him at bay. "Fuck, please, sir?" It's Valentine's Day, the scent of chocolate reminds him. "I love you," he says those words like he's begging for his orgasm, and he sees how that makes Shigaraki's cock twitch.
"Yeah, baby?" He reaches back to the bowl of chocolate and drenches his fingers in it again before he pushes them back into Dabi's eager mouth. "Or do you just love being used like the brainless little sex doll you are?"
Dabi moans, his hips twitching up to grind against the hard pressure against his crotch as he licks and sucks so ravenously at Shigaraki's fingers, desperate to show him that his mouth will be just as good around his cock. And it only takes another breathless minute or two before the fingers are taken away again and there is chocolate on Shigaraki's cock as the hand in his hair tightens further and Sir drags him forward. There is no hesitation, no licking to wet him or anything more to help Dabi stretch his jaw to ready himself for the intrusion. There is just pressure, and then his mouth and throat are being forced open wide as Sir pushes himself all the way back into Dabi's throat.
Dabi doesn't have much of a gag reflex anymore, but the force and size of him pushes the breath out of his lungs and leaves him seeing stars as his throat is stretched open so uncomfortably. He can't moan because there isn't any air left in him, the gurgle that leaves him instead so pathetic that it leaves a humiliated pleasure radiating through his whole body as he is held in this position until his head starts to go light before the other man finally draws back out of his mouth. Dabi immediately takes a heaving breath, coughing when he feels the tingle and burn of the stretched muscles, the overabundance of saliva in his mouth from the chocolate, and the sticky-sweet coating that it made all over his tongue as Shigaraki only lets him breathe unimpeded for a moment before he pushes back into his mouth.
This time, he doesn't slam all the way into his throat, instead keeping his head pressed right to the back of his tongue as he waits for Dabi to get his wits about himself. He's not sure if he does so to make this good or if he just wants the cameras to catch every second that he turns himself into a toy for the man he's letting own him, but he hasn't really caught his breath before he has his tongue moving across the other's cock. Chocolate clings to his skin and disguises the taste of him, and Dabi can't tell if that's a blessing or not yet. He likes to taste his partners, but long shoot days can end up making that unpleasant at times. The incongruity of having chocolate all over his mouth just leaves him a little off-kilter as he does his best to start to bob and swallow, knowing that his comfort isn't important if he can make Sir feel good. After all, it's Valentine's Day, and all of this should be for him.
Dabi licks and swallows until his mouth doesn't feel quite so sticky with chocolate before he pushes Shigaraki back into his throat, and the moment he's done that, he finds out how much control he's just given up, because Shigaraki begins to rock his hips forward into his mouth, pushing his length even deeper into his throat. Dabi's breath chokes again, but he doesn't resist the rhythm. He is a toy for his partner's pleasure, a doll to be gawked at and lusted over, and a good toy would let itself be used any way that the other might want. So he slackens his jaw, swallows whenever Shigaraki is deep in his throat, and grinds up into the pressure against his balls so that the pain keeps him in his place so beautifully, and he gets lost in it.
The only thought that continues to rattle around in his head, keeping his arousal so high, is that he must look good doing this because there is never a cut called to get them to adjust the scene. And after some amount of time, long enough that his throat hurts and his lips feel puffy, his eyelashes moist with tears that don't bring blood onto his cheeks after three surgeries, Shigaraki pulls into his mouth rather than pushing all the way back into his throat as his balls go tight.
It is only the performer in him that knows better than to forget his directions that resists the urge to swallow immediately, then Shigaraki's cum floods his mouth as it spills deep and coats his tongue. The bitterness and saltiness of it is a flavor that Dabi is familiar with, but it mingles with the lingering chocolate and makes it feel more foreign than he would have expected. But he can't really keep his head straight enough to remember that as Sir catches him by pinching his nose closed as he pulls out of his mouth and yanks Dabi's head back.
"Show me how dirty you are, whore." He growls, and Dabi would have mewled if his mouth weren't so full that he can't breathe at all as he opens his mouth, trying to hold all of Sir's cum inside. "What a cute, messy hole. I'm going to make sure that your other is even fuller before we're done tonight, baby. But first, let's see if you can stain this apron."
Dabi knows he's supposed to get off, but he is so foggy with the lack of breath, his saliva mixing with the cum and over-filling his mouth. And before he can try to swallow it and get his wits about himself, Sir levels another hard kick against his nuts, and all of his cum goes splashing against Dabi's chest as he cries out, stars dancing across his vision, and pleasure spiking through his veins as he cums so hard as the pain echoes through his nerves.
"Look at that. You're really being the perfect gift today, doing exactly what you're told." Shigaraki pushes him back, and Dabi is dizzy and gasping for breath as he falls onto the floor, his knees still half folded beneath him as he feels the wetness of his cum soaking through his apron as he trembles through his aftershocks on the floor, chocolate and cum drying on his chin as well. Dabi lies there, dazed until he hears a camera shutter going off, and he mewls as his cock twitches despite the fact he won't be ready to go again for another few minutes.
"Cut," It's Shigaraki who calls it, having not only tucked himself back into his pants in the time it took for Dabi to get his wits back about him, but also has picked up a camera and snapped a few additional shots of Dabi so needy and ruined on the floor.
"Fucking hell."
"Too much? We need to get things moved to the bedroom. Do you want a cold pack before we get started?"
"No, don't want to look smaller for the next scene," Dabi tells him as he clears his throat and starts to sit up when the other man doesn't tell him to pause. Shigaraki helps him off the floor, and Dabi is still aching between his legs, but the more embarrassing thing is how shaky the muscles in them feel as he gets to his feet again.
Their makeup artists and wardrobe assistants swoop in almost immediately, taking away Dabi's apron and reaching to wipe the cum and chocolate off of his skin as his lingerie is put into its proper place and Shigaraki is given a new set of white gloves very gingerly by the man who hands them off, as they are rapidly prepared for their next scene. Dabi still feels loose and loopy, and he understands now why Shigaraki wanted to do these two with as little pause between them as possible, as a cup of mouthwash is pushed into his hand, taken away the moment the liquid is on his tongue, and an empty one is set back into it for him to spit into in the next second. Dabi washes out his mouth, lets his teeth be inspected to make sure he doesn't have any chocolate clinging to them, and then is powerded, blushed, and has his lips glossed all in the time it takes for them to walk into the next room.
This set is artfully dim, but with enough lights placed around in artful corners that Dabi knows that his skin will look lovely and have a clear enough amount of definition, even though the scene is supposed to be intimate and dark. But the funniest thing is the fake door that is just beyond the other that he knows is to make it feel like they're walking into an actual bedroom instead of onto a soundstage.
"Ready?" Shigaraki asks as he turns towards him, as Dabi's touchups are finished.
"Come on, turnabout's fair play." He goads lightly. The wolfish smile that he gets out of the other man is satisfying in its own way as he leans down and picks him up, scooping his arms beneath his body and hoisting him into a bridal carry as if he weighs nothing at all. Dabi doesn't know if it's still his post-orgasm high, the rush that goes through him as the other man shows just how easily he's able to manipulate his body, or something else entirely, but he can't help but laugh as he gets his arms around the other man's neck as he calls,
"Action," and the door swings open for them as they walk into the scene. Shigaraki's eyes are so warm on him, so entirely unlike the smug and cold way they were in the last scene. "Yeah, already having such a good time, princess?"
Dabi's breath catches in the back of his throat. It's not play he gets to do often in his shoots, but he likes it, otherwise he wouldn't have told Shigaraki to lean towards a more feminine wardrobe for this entire shoot. "You're spoiling me," he knows that he has to speak clearly enough for the mics to pick up on it, but he still manages to shape his tone enough for the words to sound like an embarrassed mumble.
"Of course I am, baby girl." Shigaraki walks him over to the bed, nuzzling against his cheek with a smile as he breathes, "You deserve it for being so sweet to me all year." Dabi is placed on the bed, the soft, deep red sheets striking against the white rose petals that have been scattered across the surface. It's not often that Dabi gets to be in scenes where he is the center of soft and affectionate attention. Most of what he does is rough and titillating, but this is a kind of intimacy that Shigaraki's work often dips into, in contrast to the hardest forms of play that he puts to screen. Still, Dabi isn't going to complain as the other man pushes his long hair behind his ear and over his shoulder on one side in a smooth movement that probably looks completely natural, but that Dabi knows leaves them open so that the cameras can still see their faces from one angle as Shigaraki leans in to kiss him. This one is far slower and sweeter than he thought he would put to screen. In its own way, it takes him off guard because this isn't the kind of kiss that he gets, either when filming or when he's not. But he gives in to it immediately, letting himself melt against the bed with a moan as Shigaraki licks into his mouth. His hands move along his body, stroking over the planes and curves of him like he wants to memorize every shape that he is made of, but the touches aren't bruising or rough the way he expects them to be. Tender, soft, and when the other man pulls away from him and looks him in the eyes, Dabi's not pretending the way his breath catches in his throat when he murmurs,
"Happy White's Day, baby. Let me spoil you rotten."
Dabi nods weakly, and Shigaraki just smiles as he starts to move down his body, pressing kisses to his skin as he hooks his thumbs underneath Dabi's panties and starts to ease them down his legs until Dabi can kick them off, and his prick is stirring again. Shigaraki kisses across his stomach, going over scars and skin without any hesitation as the soft leather of his gloves moves along his thighs. Dabi opens his legs with a moan as the other man's breath feels cool against his overheated skin when he presses one of those soft kisses to his root before he speaks again.
"So pretty with your clit already blushing, darling. But I know what you really want. Always so excited to have your pussy filled up, aren't you?" And his breath goes lower as he makes Dabi roll his weight back higher. Dabi remembers that he needs to make this look good for the camera first and foremost and he arches his back, pushes his feet against the bed, and uses one hand to grip the sheets above his head, feeling how he crushes rose petals in his grip, as his other hand tangles in Shigaraki's hair as the other man's breath ghosts over him one more time before his tongue laves over his hole.
Dabi doesn't normally get eaten out on camera. It's not something that his usual customer base is really interested in. When he bottoms, they usually want him under some hulking brute who is shoving their cock inside of him alongside toys until he's just left gaping. Dabi also doesn't offer to do this in other shoots when he's acting as the dominant partner. This job is so all-encompassing when it comes to his sex life that he usually wants to save one or two things that are just for him outside of it. But still, when Shigaraki had put this on the table for this shoot, Dabi had been curious enough about how good it might be to agree. He absolutely doesn't regret that now, as the other man has absolutely no shame or hesitation as he flicks his tongue against Dabi's walls as he plunges into his body with a voraciousness that he isn't sure that he's ever gotten from previous partners on or off the clock. He just knows that when he throws his head back and moans as the sensation leaves his body, getting so much hotter so much quicker than before, he is absolutely going to be able to get off without needing anything else.
Shigaraki groans like Dabi's body is the best thing he's ever tasted as he pushes Dabi's knees to his chest so that his lower body is lifted off of the edge of the bed so that Shigaraki can kneel between his legs, Dabi can show off his flexibility, and the cameras can get such a good angle on him as his hole is licked and teased open by the other man's tongue again and again. Dabi whines and moans, both hands in the sheets now as his nerves ache and tingle, his body wanting to be stretched open even more so that he can feel how good it will be to be fucked-- Shigaraki tilts his head, pushes a little deeper, and his tongue rubs just right over Dabi's prostate and sends an even louder moan out of him as his cock leaks pre all over his stomach. The other man doesn't hesitate to keep licking him open with an enthusiasm that tells Dabi that Shigaraki would be happy to do this for a partner until they turned into nothing but a puddle in their pleasure. He just also knows that this is a shoot and he doesn't have time for that. These are shorter videos that have to be satisfying for their audience. They won't want to just see someone eaten out until they fall apart, so Dabi isn't surprised when Shigaraki's gloved hand moves around his prick and starts to stroke him as he keeps licking inside of his body. And as much as he would like to cum just from feeling his tongue move, Dabi knows he needs to lean into these sensations instead. He allows himself to roll his hips into the touches as much as he can in this position, moans, and arches, so he makes a pretty picture as he lies there and is ravaged. It feels so good to just let himself be the center of attention in more ways than one until that pressure and friction crest, and Dabi lets himself go over the edge, covering his stomach and chest in cum as Shigaraki keeps licking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Dabi is left gasping for breath between the weak mewls and twitching of his hips to try and get away from the overstimulation that has made his whole body hum. And when Shigaraki pulls away from his hole, he lowers Dabi's hips back to the bed and starts to kiss up his thighs until he gets to his stomach, tongue slipping out to taste his cum too. He hums softly in the back of his throat and then looks up at him through lashes that were made darker so his ruby eyes shine even more brightly against them.
"You're so sweet, princess. I think I'm going to have to devour you all night."
Dabi whines low in his throat as he melts against the bed even further with a breathy, "Sir,"
Shigaraki starts to move up his body again, and through the haze of his orgasm, Dabi is just thinking about how good it would be to have his large cock fucking him straight through to another, when Shigaraki calls, "Cut," and snaps him right back into his head.
Dabi blinks away his dazedness as more of the room lights come up and Shigaraki pushes up from between his legs and glances over at the rest of the film team to see how things went. He gets a thumbs up, and that allows Dabi to luxuriate for a moment in the warm satisfaction of a job well done and his orgasm before Shigaraki turns back to him with a smile.
"You really are a chameleon; it's a shame people don't give you more roles to play."
Dabi shoos away the rest of the fog in his mind as they both sit up, as he comes to the realization that was the last thing they were set to film today. "I'm sure I'll get a wider variety thanks to you."
"You'll deserve every one." One of the other camera people comes over to where they're still sitting on the bed, and an assistant follows with some wet towels and a cup of mouthwash for Shigaraki. Dabi cleans up his stomach of cum and then pulls the panties back over his hips before he's handed a robe and told that there are showers where he can fully clean up if he'd like. He definitely would and pushes off of the bed, but not before Shigaraki adds, "Thank you for your work today. I look forward to our shoot tomorrow."
"Yeah, thank you." Dabi does mean it as he moves out of the room with the assistant. This is one of the smoothest operations that he's had, and the fact that Shigaraki prefers to shoot as half days instead of full ones that often leave Dabi absolutely drained and unable to work again for a day or two is, very genuinely, a massive bonus. Dabi goes and showers off so that he's not sweaty or sticky, and when he's finished, there is very little left for him to do besides thank and say goodbye to Shun and the crew he interacts with before he exits the building and realizes that he has the whole rest of the day ahead of him.
When he leaves the building, he turns on his camera and takes another clip for the BTS.
"Shoot's finished for the day, and I can't wait for you all to see it. Got absolutely wrecked and spoiled, but now I'm really looking forward to the next scene. Everyone who ends up getting the deluxe calendar is absolutely in for a treat." He rattles off that he's going to go get lunch and then makes good on that promise before he heads back to his apartment to keep himself entertained for the rest of the day.