[ dabi is slow and careful- much more slow and careful than he's sure he's ever been. he's not really sure why, but it just feels good this way right now. it feels right.
he does feel the shiver against his fingers, though. he feels the way they flutter at his touch, and he remembers hawks telling him how his wings would get defensive when anyone else tried to touch them- but with them, they're ready and waiting for his touch.
he slows his fingers just a bit when hawks moans, but he can't really stop himself either. it's not entirely unexpected. he knows how sensitive hawks' wings are. but then they flutter even more, and dabi wants to bury his fingers into these wings completely, just so hear more sounds from the birdie.
he shouldn't. they shouldn't. they already know how this will end. but when hawks squeezes his legs shut together, he just can't help himself any longer. he leans his leg a little closer to hawks, fingers sliding deeper into the softest parts of hawks' wings, his other hand moving back around to his front to slide down between hawks' legs. ]
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he does feel the shiver against his fingers, though. he feels the way they flutter at his touch, and he remembers hawks telling him how his wings would get defensive when anyone else tried to touch them- but with them, they're ready and waiting for his touch.
he slows his fingers just a bit when hawks moans, but he can't really stop himself either. it's not entirely unexpected. he knows how sensitive hawks' wings are. but then they flutter even more, and dabi wants to bury his fingers into these wings completely, just so hear more sounds from the birdie.
he shouldn't. they shouldn't. they already know how this will end. but when hawks squeezes his legs shut together, he just can't help himself any longer. he leans his leg a little closer to hawks, fingers sliding deeper into the softest parts of hawks' wings, his other hand moving back around to his front to slide down between hawks' legs. ]