[ dabi does try to be as composed as possible. he doesn't want to give anything away. he's also just not that loud. he's gotten used to it from years of having to stay as quiet as possible.
but maybe hawks can pull a louder sound or two out of him, and probably another shiver. he didn't even notice the last one was brought out of him so easily.
dabi's glad hawks doesn't ask about his scars. it's not something he wants or likes to talk about. no one's ever really asked, though. they've only looked at him with disgusted lust and called him a freak. he is a freak, it's true. and he doesn't give a shit about it.
hawks is fluid with his movements, legs wrapping around. him to pull him down. dabi does exactly that, shifting closer as he moves over his body, letting the other man lead him into a kiss. it's soft, and he intends to change that, but hawks' words distract him for a moment. ]
Ya didn't want me touchin' em cause ya liked it too much??
[well that's definitely the opposite of what he thought. he thought it was something like the reason he didn't like anyone grabbing his hair. well now he only wants to grab those wings even more. so much for not giving dabi ammo, hawks.]
Ya sound real good with your throat fucked raw. Don't worry, birdie. Gonna fuck the rest'a you raw too.
[dabi leans in and kisses hawks again, grinding down against him. his own cock is already dripping with saliva and precum from all that sucking hawks did, and he has such an urge to just push right into the mischievous bird -asshole- making him think he was crossing a line with those damn wings, when all it was, was making him feel good.
he drags the head of his cock back and firth along hawks' entrance, getting it nice and wet, but instead of pushing in, he slides his fingers in instead, spreading him open.]
Kinda tired'a usin' my spit. Ya got any lube, birdie?
[he asks, but he doesn't stop pressing his fingers in, then pulls them out and does it again.]
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Date: 2021-02-01 11:07 pm (UTC)but maybe hawks can pull a louder sound or two out of him, and probably another shiver. he didn't even notice the last one was brought out of him so easily.
dabi's glad hawks doesn't ask about his scars. it's not something he wants or likes to talk about. no one's ever really asked, though. they've only looked at him with disgusted lust and called him a freak. he is a freak, it's true. and he doesn't give a shit about it.
hawks is fluid with his movements, legs wrapping around. him to pull him down. dabi does exactly that, shifting closer as he moves over his body, letting the other man lead him into a kiss. it's soft, and he intends to change that, but hawks' words distract him for a moment. ]
Ya didn't want me touchin' em cause ya liked it too much??
[well that's definitely the opposite of what he thought. he thought it was something like the reason he didn't like anyone grabbing his hair. well now he only wants to grab those wings even more. so much for not giving dabi ammo, hawks.]
Ya sound real good with your throat fucked raw. Don't worry, birdie. Gonna fuck the rest'a you raw too.
[dabi leans in and kisses hawks again, grinding down against him. his own cock is already dripping with saliva and precum from all that sucking hawks did, and he has such an urge to just push right into the mischievous bird -asshole- making him think he was crossing a line with those damn wings, when all it was, was making him feel good.
he drags the head of his cock back and firth along hawks' entrance, getting it nice and wet, but instead of pushing in, he slides his fingers in instead, spreading him open.]
Kinda tired'a usin' my spit. Ya got any lube, birdie?
[he asks, but he doesn't stop pressing his fingers in, then pulls them out and does it again.]