As Shigaraki returned to the base after a long day of villainous activities, he spotted Dabi smoking on the balcony. He walked over and took the cigarette from Dabi, lighting it up and taking a deep drag. The smoke filled his lungs, calming him down a bit.
"Long day, huh?" Dabi asked, his voice rough from smoking.
Shigaraki nodded, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Yeah, it was."
They stood there in silence for a while, just enjoying the night air and each other's company. Eventually, Dabi broke the silence by taking out another cigarette and lighting it up. He passed it over to Shigaraki, who took it gratefully.
"So, you and that stupid hero?" Dabi asked, his tone laced with jealousy.
Shigaraki shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. "It's complicated," he replied, taking another drag of the cigte.
Dabi chuckled darkly. "Well, maybe I can help you forget about him for a while," he said, moving closer to Shigaraki.
Before Shigaraki could even process what was happening, Dabi had grabbed him and started kissing him passionately. His lips were soft yet demanding, and Shigaraki couldn't help but respond in kind. The taste of smoke and desire filled his senses as they continued to kiss.
Dabi broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. "You know you want this," he whispered, running his fingers through Shigaraki's hair.
Shigaraki was confused and a little scared, but he couldn't deny the burning desire that coursed through his veins. He nodded slowly, unable to find his voice.
Dabi grinned wickedly and spun Shigaraki around, pushing him against the railing of the balcony. With one swift move, he pinned Shigaraki's legs apart and positioned himself between them.
Shigaraki gasped as he felt Dabi's hard length pressing against his entrance. Dabi leaned in, his lips brushing against Shigaraki's ear. "This is what you've been missing," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Shigaraki's spine.
Without further ado, Dabi thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Shigaraki. Shigaraki arched his back, crying out in pleasure mixed with pain. The sensation was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.
Dabi began to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that matched the wild beat of their hearts. Shigaraki could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted this to go on forever.
Suddenly, Dabi picked up the pace, grunting as he pushed deeper inside Shigaraki. Shigaraki's whole body tensed, and then he exploded, crying out as he came all over Dabi's hand. Dabi followed suit, groaning loudly as he emptied himself inside Shigaraki.
Panting heavily, they leaned against each other, their chests heaving. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by their ragged breathing. And then, they leaned in and kissed again, their tongues dancing together in a post-coital haze.