[For Dabi it feels very different. nothing about this feels like he's playing around at all, but maybe that's his problem. it feels like something completely different and that's why he's fighting it so damn hard.
he doesn't even think about being with anyone else. he never has, not like this. no matter how much he wants to keep it business only, how can he resist? even after all this fighting, when there are moments like this, how can he resist?
he remembers just how much he likes the way hawks responds to him- the touches, the pet names, all of it.
his fingers smooth out ruffled feathers, his other hand pressing more urgently at Hawks' growing erection, but he wants more. he's always felt a little more confident when messing up his pretty little bird.]
More?
[he asks, even thought hawks has fully spread his legs for him, but he wants to hear it as his hand drags up to the waistband of the other man's pants, waiting for permission to open them up.]
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he doesn't even think about being with anyone else. he never has, not like this. no matter how much he wants to keep it business only, how can he resist? even after all this fighting, when there are moments like this, how can he resist?
he remembers just how much he likes the way hawks responds to him- the touches, the pet names, all of it.
his fingers smooth out ruffled feathers, his other hand pressing more urgently at Hawks' growing erection, but he wants more. he's always felt a little more confident when messing up his pretty little bird.]
More?
[he asks, even thought hawks has fully spread his legs for him, but he wants to hear it as his hand drags up to the waistband of the other man's pants, waiting for permission to open them up.]