[ he doesn't care how hawks knows what he does about sex. he doesn't really think about it. he tries not to think about sex at all, actually- not unless he's right in the middle of doing it. it's never been a good time, or anything relaxing for him, but with hawks... he supposes it isn't that bad of a time.
maybe it's because he's in control right now, and he sure as hell feels it when hawks chokes out a gasp, fingers digging in. not even that cool number two exterior can cover this up, and dabi's eyes go dark as the other man starts to struggle a bit.
he doesn't let go of hawks' wings, even as he tries to flap them. he curls his fingers around tighter, thrusting in deep yet again, then pulls out completely, leaving a trail of saliva from hawks' mouth to his cock. ]
What, dontcha like that? Thought ya wanted it rough.
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maybe it's because he's in control right now, and he sure as hell feels it when hawks chokes out a gasp, fingers digging in. not even that cool number two exterior can cover this up, and dabi's eyes go dark as the other man starts to struggle a bit.
he doesn't let go of hawks' wings, even as he tries to flap them. he curls his fingers around tighter, thrusting in deep yet again, then pulls out completely, leaving a trail of saliva from hawks' mouth to his cock. ]
What, dontcha like that? Thought ya wanted it rough.