[sometimes, it's great to have these wings to express to dabi what he's feeling. even if they're his traitors at times. keigo does try hard to admit his own emotions out loud when he can, just so he's not lying like he's promised not to do any longer.
and, like dabi, he also likes the way the villain touches his wings. addicted to it, even. just like he was to the pretty words that make him incredibly weak.
his wings flutter in excitement at dabi's statement, the hero's own grin remaining on his features as well. it makes him happy that dabi is so willingly and wanting to accept the stone. he almost regrets not heading home to pick it up first, just so he could go ahead and hand it over. the anticipation was going to wind up destroying him at this rate.
even with dabi as a villain, it's definitely more than enough for keigo. maybe after his handlers are gone, once and for all, they could go far, far away and not look back. it's a selfish thought, but keigo likes to pretend.
whether it's the molt again or his own weakness to the words and phrases, but keigo can't even stop how his face warms up incredibly bright at such a simple notion of being called a brat. he quickly tries to recover, using his feathers to brush over dabi's face while his gloved hand scratches his own cheek.]
I'm so not a brat.
[did he really have a kink to being degraded like that? maybe. he also had one over being praised too. a bad mixture when he just wants to pounce on his villain. yet, at the same time, he doesn't want to ruin this nice moment between them either, just because his molt and arousal want to make their appearance.
but he really just wants to kiss dabi until they're both breathless. to climb into the villain's lap and rock his hips and relieve the pressure between his legs.
especially as dabi comes to say such pretty words that makes keigo even weaker. he squeezes his legs together, biting back the warmth that fills there while drinking down some more beer quickly. when he feels he has better control of his own body, he nods his head, lips quirked to an honest smile around the rim of the can of beer.]
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Date: 2021-06-23 04:02 pm (UTC)and, like dabi, he also likes the way the villain touches his wings. addicted to it, even. just like he was to the pretty words that make him incredibly weak.
his wings flutter in excitement at dabi's statement, the hero's own grin remaining on his features as well. it makes him happy that dabi is so willingly and wanting to accept the stone. he almost regrets not heading home to pick it up first, just so he could go ahead and hand it over. the anticipation was going to wind up destroying him at this rate.
even with dabi as a villain, it's definitely more than enough for keigo. maybe after his handlers are gone, once and for all, they could go far, far away and not look back. it's a selfish thought, but keigo likes to pretend.
whether it's the molt again or his own weakness to the words and phrases, but keigo can't even stop how his face warms up incredibly bright at such a simple notion of being called a brat. he quickly tries to recover, using his feathers to brush over dabi's face while his gloved hand scratches his own cheek.]
I'm so not a brat.
[did he really have a kink to being degraded like that? maybe. he also had one over being praised too. a bad mixture when he just wants to pounce on his villain. yet, at the same time, he doesn't want to ruin this nice moment between them either, just because his molt and arousal want to make their appearance.
but he really just wants to kiss dabi until they're both breathless. to climb into the villain's lap and rock his hips and relieve the pressure between his legs.
especially as dabi comes to say such pretty words that makes keigo even weaker. he squeezes his legs together, biting back the warmth that fills there while drinking down some more beer quickly. when he feels he has better control of his own body, he nods his head, lips quirked to an honest smile around the rim of the can of beer.]
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