Touya has been whimpering for so long he’s lost track of time. Keigo is on top of him, stunning in the halo casted by Night City’s neons shimmering through the windows, lightened up by the ruby shadows of his AR wings. Small drops of sweat slowly roll on his heated skin, a soft, scarlet hue spread on his body, his EMP threading tracing a path down his chest and arms, his cock throbbing and bouncing in sync with his hips’ movements, enhanced by his Sandevistan.

The files and pens that were once on his desk were scattered all around, reports from his most recent missions all mixed up as the table shook under Dabi’s deep thrusts, his talons gripping the wooden surface like a lifeline, teeth gritted as he tried to stifle his moans, biting his arms not to make a sound.
He really really shouldn’t be doing this, not here at least, in his fucking office, with the Commission President in the other room talking to freaking Endeavor of all people. And yet, somehow, the mere idea made him even more aroused. A hidden, twisted part of him ached to be found with none other than Dabi.

“Psst, hey”
He was praying to whatever God whose land they were flying through right now to make him at least faint when a voice called him, a hushed tone from his left. Across the narrow aisle of the plane he saw a young man, reading glasses pushed on top of his ash blonde bird-like nest of hair, and a pair of honestly stunning almond honey-hazel eyes. Touya lifted a brow, hoping Blondie wouldn’t mock him for his bad luck, and for once it seemed someone heard his pleading.
“I’m sorry, I noticed you don’t seem very comfortable over there” he began, almost embarrassed. “But the seat next to me is empty, if you want to-”
“Deal. Scoot over” Touya immediately said. If the universe had decided to concede him this salvation, he wouldn’t ignore it.

“I'm so so sorry about what happened" Keigo continued, and his voice sounded even shakier now. Instantly Touya loosened the embrace to look at him, and his heart broke in a million pieces at the sight of Keigo’s contrite eyes, holding back whatever question he had when he noticed he wanted to add something else, waiting for him to speak in that low, lulling voice of his, so hushed for only them to hear.
"I don’t know anything anymore, and I have no damn clue of what we're gonna do from now on,” his breathing was heavy, and yet his eyes were so fiery, his voice getting firmer as he stared straight through him, so much certainty in his gaze it almost cut his breath. “But if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s that I want to be with you. I want you, Touya. I want you so fucking bad-"