[ dabi has a feeling that hawks is embarrassed, but his feathers don't show it this time. they are doing nothing more than fluff and spread for his fingers as he warms and dries them off.
he knows he's crossing a line here once again, but maybe it'll be different this time. he's so full of maybes now- a far contrast from his usual no. but hawks feels so nice against him right now. so comfortable in a way that most things in his life aren't. even those familiar sounds and the way hawks leans into them... it's all comfortable and leaves him wanting more.
when hawks' legs open, dabi takes that as an invitation and permission to keep going. he lets his hand slide over the growing bulge in hawks' pants, rubbing at him while he lets out a low hum. ]
Pretty bird.
[he practically coos, urging hawks to lean further back against him.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 04:48 pm (UTC)he knows he's crossing a line here once again, but maybe it'll be different this time. he's so full of maybes now- a far contrast from his usual no. but hawks feels so nice against him right now. so comfortable in a way that most things in his life aren't. even those familiar sounds and the way hawks leans into them... it's all comfortable and leaves him wanting more.
when hawks' legs open, dabi takes that as an invitation and permission to keep going. he lets his hand slide over the growing bulge in hawks' pants, rubbing at him while he lets out a low hum. ]
Pretty bird.
[he practically coos, urging hawks to lean further back against him.]