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“Still on that same level?” Dabi wonders as he enters their shared apartment, toeing his boots off at the door.
“Obviously,” Tomura replies irritatedly, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him. He’s huddled under a blanket in front of their sofa to maximize the efficiency of their small space-heater, but despite that, the pale-haired Omega’s still shivering from the cold. “And shut the door, you’re letting all the heat out!”
Dabi laughs fondly, closing the door and clicking the lock into place behind him. “Hey, no need to be a grouch just ‘cause it’s a little chilly and you’re stuck on– which level is it, now?”
Tomura growls as his avatar once again fails to achieve its goal, another one of its “lives” flickering out of existence in the upper left-hand corner of the screen. Its “death” noise trills whimsically from the TV’s speakers for what feels like the hundredth time - more times than Tomura would care to admit, certainly. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll be on the next one soon enough!” he huffs, glad his Alpha can’t see him pouting from where he’s standing. He’d never hear the end of it. “Come keep me warm!”
A knowing grin crosses Dabi’s face as the cogwheels of a plan begin to turn in motion. “Anything you say, boss,” he obliges a little too obediently as he shucks his jacket off and makes his way towards the couch. There, he scoots the sofa back just enough so that he can slide in behind his mate, his long legs bracketing Tomura’s own. Careful not to disturb Tomura’s grip on the controller, Dabi gently untangles the blanket-cocoon that his Omega’s trapped himself in, before making sure that the oversized blanket wraps comfortably around the both of them.
Tomura melts into his mate’s embrace once Dabi settles in, even as his on-screen concentration never wavers. His grasp on the controller may be solid - he’s always careful with his hands, after all - but he leans himself back into his partner’s touch, tilting his head ever so slightly to allow Dabi to scent him. Dabi nuzzles his neck as he does so, snaking his arms underneath Tomura’s own and pulling his mate close to him. The gamer lets out a soft, breathy sigh, his limbs growing somewhat lax as he adjusts to the welcome uptick in surrounding temperature. He’s glad to have Dabi home safe and sound, to have his mate close to him, and to–
His eyelids flutter briefly, before the tune that’s been mocking him trills away and his avatar plummets to its death once more.
“Shit!” Tomura remarks, his body swiftly tensing. “You’re distracting me!”
“Mhm, am I?” Dabi purrs, nipping playfully at his mate’s scent glands. “Thought you wanted me over here.”
“I do! Just–” Tomura shudders almost imperceptibly as Dabi’s canines skim his flesh. “Just keep your hands to yourself, okay?”
He regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth.
“Oh,” Dabi muses aloud, his glee all too evident even through his feigned ignorance. “Then I guess I shouldn’t do anything like this.” He grins against Tomura’s throat, the Alpha’s hands gently running over the tops of his Omega’s thighs. “Right?”
If Tomura had a free hand, he’d have found some part of Dabi to dust for sure.
”Dabi. I’ve been playing this game all night, and I’m going to get past this level without any more resets. You’re not going to get in my way.”
“Don’t mind me, then, love,” Dabi assures with saccharine sweetness, his fingers flirting with the button on Tomura’s jeans just as his pursuit of mischief flirts with the boundaries of Tomura’s patience. “Just keep playing your game.”
Easier said than done, Tomura thinks with a scowl, his pulse already quickening despite his desire to the contrary.
For a few, scant moments he contemplates if Dabi will actually behave himself this time. The Alpha’s fingers only seem to be grazing Tomura’s lower abdomen and toying with the fabric of his pants without actually dipping any further. Against his better judgement, Tomura decides to let his guard down and allow himself to get back into a gaming rhythm, his avatar dodging enemies and sailing across the screen with practiced ease. He smiles to himself, basking in the newfound warmth surrounding him and Dabi’s steady presence at his back. If this keeps up he’s actually going to complete the level this time, he’ll finally be able to take a break and consider this leg of his gaming journey done, he’ll–
Dabi pops the button on his Omega’s jeans, sliding the zipper down and letting his quirk-heated hand slide against Tomura’s pussy through his boxers. Tomura lets out a surprised gasp which turns to something decidedly more carnal as Dabi begins to rub at him teasingly through the fabric.
…But it’s fine, he can ignore all of that. It doesn’t matter that his mate’s pressed so close to him, that his breath’s starting to hitch as his boxers become damp. It doesn’t even matter when Dabi begins to trace the outline of his clit as it starts to swell to attention, his inner Omega very much awakening and starting to ask for more, please!
It doesn’t matter, because Tomura’s dealt with Dabi’s bullshit a thousand times over, and he’ll surely deal with it a thousand times more. If he really wanted to stop the other man right now, he could - they both know that - but he’s not going to stop anything, because he doesn’t need to - he can concentrate on his game just fine! A little teasing is nothing to him, he’s a dedicated gamer who can achieve anything he puts his mind to, he–
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Dabi croons, igniting Tomura’s Omegan-fueled praise-kink like a powder keg. Tomura has to stifle a whimper as the pressure on his clit becomes more firm and precise now, and– oh God, Dabi’s once-welcoming scent has taken on a much more lustful aroma, hasn’t it? “You deserve to feel good.”
“I-I’m, uhh, I’m–” he fumbles for the right words just as one of his digital enemies spears him through the chest. ”Fuck!” Tomura curses loudly, gritting his teeth as his avatar once again succumbs to a deadly fate. And he was doing well, too, if only some stupid knothead could stop being perpetually horny!
Not that Tomura has any room to talk to right now. Christ, is my heat coming up? he wonders, making a mental note to check the calendar later. He’s already soaked by the time Dabi slides a mischievous hand into his underwear, slick sounds gathering in the room despite him only offering the barest of touches - at least, at first. Tomura lets out a muffled squeak in the back of his throat as Dabi picks up the pace, his pulse thundering in his ears, but his eyes never leave the screen. Dabi may be tempting him, but the Omega won’t allow himself to get distracted. He can do this!
“You’re so wet,” Dabi whispers against the shell of his ear, Tomura shuddering involuntarily. “Your body wants me.” Dabi drags his tongue up the side of his Omega’s throat, careful to let it flicker against his glands in a tantalizing manner. “Wouldn’t that be nice?” he continues, “to have me just… slip inside you?” Tomura’s eyes briefly cross, his avatar zig-zagging across its digital landscape like a drunkard stumbling out of a pub.
“You sure you don’t want to take a break?” the Alpha incites mischievously, his thumb rubbing at Tomura’s stiff clit while his middle and index finger circle his slick hole. Tomura whines, high and needy. “You seem like you’re in need of some attention.”
”Fuck you,” Tomura fires back, even if his words are shaky, sweat beading on his brow. He rolls his shoulders as best he can to try to rid himself of the blanket he’s enveloped in, anything to cool down the fire burning inside of him.
Dabi’s hand leaves his pussy at this, and Tomura lets out a deep sigh of relief. Cool air hits him as the blanket falls away, and it feels like he can actually breathe again. Finally he can concentrate on gaming, he can finish this level, he can–
No.
Unable to tear his eyes away from the screen, Tomura feels rather than sees the way that Dabi slides his jeans and underwear down his thighs, then goes about sliding his own pants down as well. The Alpha shifts their bodies so that Tomura is more squarely in his lap now, and with a few minor adjustments, his thick cock slides between his Omega’s legs, springing up and slapping wetly against his stomach where his shirt’s been rucked up.
Tomura lets out an involuntary sound of frustration and longing. Dabi’s scent was already permeating the room thickly, but now it’s everywhere. The space heater - once an object of salvation on a cold, snowy day - has ultimately sealed the gamer’s fate, its fervent output trapping his Alpha’s scent in a cloying nexus that continues to crest against his already inundated senses. Tomura can feel the hot, hard weight of his mate’s sex pressing against his own, can imagine how good it would feel if its thickness were to slide right inside. Dabi’s even got a bit of a knot forming, and Tomura bites his lip at the mental image of it swelling inside of him, locking their bodies together as hot seed floods his insides. His inner Omega cries out with delight at the prospect, and it takes every modicum of willpower Tomura has to not start grinding on his Alpha’s cock.
Of course, Dabi is all too happy to help him in that department, slowly dragging his pierced shaft in deliciously rhythmic thrusts against Tomura’s aching, sopping cunt.
The gamer’s digital persona owns up to its mortality once again, and the sound that leaves Tomura’s lips is decidedly pornographic amidst his obvious frustration.
He only has one life left, but he could throw that opportunity to complete the level away. He could toss his controller aside, rock his hips against Dabi’s shaft, let his Alpha stimulate him in all the best ways. He whines, biting his lip at the satisfying idea. Even without any energy expended on his part, Dabi’s cock feels so good–
“Just keep playing, sweetheart,” Dabi intones, teasingly contrary to his previous statement. He slips the slightest bit further into his Alpha voice - enough that Tomura can still resist him, but that the sound of it makes the Omega’s knees quake, even if he’s already seated.
Like a blessed lifeline, something about Dabi’s change in tactics brings Tomura back to the present, fueling him to fully commit to the task at hand. He doesn’t want to just play anymore now, though, no - he wants to fucking win!
…Even if - increasingly pressingly - he wants to fucking come. But if he gives into that desire he’s going to lose his last digital life on this go-around, and the gamer in him can’t bear to let that happen - even if the Omega in him is practically screaming.
As his avatar embarks on its seemingly Sisyphean quest once more, Tomura’s determined to make this work. He sails past his enemies with swift speed, defeating the ones he can’t avoid with Herculean strength. His mission so, so clear to him, even if he can feel Dabi’s hot breath on his neck, his throbbing cock rocking increasingly faster between his legs, his clit throbbing, his instincts begging for him to throw the controller across the room and just get fucked already–
As if bestowed a gift from the heavens, Tomura’s avatar suddenly crosses the level’s final threshold, a jaunty, digitized tune signalling its victory. It’s done, he did it! Victory music continues to chime in his favor, and under any other circumstances a full-scale celebration would be under way.
But as it stands, the melody is drowned out by Tomura’s lewd moans as his body fully gives into the release it's been chasing. Climax hits him like a ton of bricks as his leash of self-control slips, and surely, surely he must be on the brink of heat for his body to succumb like this.
“Mmmnhh– Ohhh!” Tomura wails, his cunt clenching and pulsing against Dabi’s cock, his hips canting in staccato bursts as his garbled sounds of pleasure fill the air. “Ohhh, ffuuu–!!” He flings his controller off to the side, his eyes rolling back as his body shudders through the waves of his orgasm. Yes, yes, fuck yes!!
“That’s it, baby,” Dabi pants against Tomura’s neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his sweat-slick skin as he teeters on the verge of climax himself, the sight of his Omega in the throes of passion always satisfying his instincts neatly. “Come for me.”
“Mmmngghh–” Tomura warbles out unintelligibly, his thighs clenching against Dabi’s cock and sending the Alpha over the edge as well. Dabi growls, his knot swelling to its fullest even without penetration, his hot cum spurting all over the front of Tomura’s shirt. His fangs dig into the scarred flesh of Tomura’s glands - where the Omega’s been claimed by his mate many times before - his grip around Tomura’s middle iron-hot as the two of them rock their bodies together through shared bliss, shuddering all the while.
“Haa… Ahh…” Tomura pants, some moments later as they both start to calm down. “You might… you might owe me a new controller,” he admits as he sinks against his Alpha’s chest, their heart rates beginning to stabilize. He licks his lips and lets out a small, pleased sound as he finds that some of Dabi’s cum wound up on his face. “I threw it pretty hard, so it might be broken. And it’s all your fault,” he adds, but there’s no venom to it.
“Well, at least you beat the level,” Dabi remarks breathlessly, reaching over and shutting off the space heater, their overheated bodies flushed and uncomfortably soaked in sweat. “Congratulations, boss.”
“Mhm, thanks,” Tomura replies, but he isn’t nearly satisfied yet. Not with the taste of cum on his lips, and with how worked up Dabi’s gotten him. His pussy pulses insistently, begging for a second round - or two. “I’m going to ride your cock into the mattress until you cry.”
“Be my guest,” Dabi affirms, his pupils dilated and his grin all teeth.
Tomura smirks.
And if he leaves out the part where he’s going to make Dabi wear a cockring and leave him high and dry?
Well, that’s just fair play.