[ dabi isn't sure he'd be able to tell hawks his kinks even if he wanted to. he's been through too much fucked up shit to even really know what kinks are. maybe at some point hawks will have to teach him.
he doesn't know just how much hawks is into him, because he flat out doesn't think he is, even after all of this. you can like anything when it's for a job, he tells himself, and that's all there is to it. when they fuck, they make a good pair, there's no denying that. but that's all it is. that's all it ever can be. dabi has no illusions about that.
does he want hawks, though? yeah, he does. a good hole to fuck who sometimes gets him food. who wouldn't want that? ]
I almost made ya cum, just from touchin' your wings? Damn, I'm good.
[he smirks, definitely considering just how he's gonna touch those wings later. it's almost as if hawks is giving him this ammo on purpose. maybe he really does want it to happen.
dabi pushes his fingers in deeper and deeper, so very slowly, until that feather brings him the lube and those fingers he pulls out quickly because he wants to hear hawks whine. he likes it when the stupid bird sounds so damn desperate for everything he has to give. he even warms the bottle of lube in his hand first, before dripping some down over his fingers and hawks' hole. hawks only gets a few more hard thrusts of his fingers once again, before dabi gives himself a few long strokes and teases hawks' entrance with the head of his cock.]
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he doesn't know just how much hawks is into him, because he flat out doesn't think he is, even after all of this. you can like anything when it's for a job, he tells himself, and that's all there is to it. when they fuck, they make a good pair, there's no denying that. but that's all it is. that's all it ever can be. dabi has no illusions about that.
does he want hawks, though? yeah, he does. a good hole to fuck who sometimes gets him food. who wouldn't want that? ]
I almost made ya cum, just from touchin' your wings? Damn, I'm good.
[he smirks, definitely considering just how he's gonna touch those wings later. it's almost as if hawks is giving him this ammo on purpose. maybe he really does want it to happen.
dabi pushes his fingers in deeper and deeper, so very slowly, until that feather brings him the lube and those fingers he pulls out quickly because he wants to hear hawks whine. he likes it when the stupid bird sounds so damn desperate for everything he has to give. he even warms the bottle of lube in his hand first, before dripping some down over his fingers and hawks' hole. hawks only gets a few more hard thrusts of his fingers once again, before dabi gives himself a few long strokes and teases hawks' entrance with the head of his cock.]
What do ya want, Hawks? I wanna hear ya say it.