[it's a long, long, evening. there's no resting at all. the shower keeps his body cooled down, but his emotions are running rampant on their own. needy. he feels so, so needy.
eventually, after rolling around his bed does nothing to help, keigo begins the process of gathering what he feels is appropriate to cuddle with. the nest starts to grow, but it lacks the scent of the villain. the few pieces of dabi's clothes he does have helps a bit, just not to the comfortable level that he desires.
his own clothes become too constricting, so keigo undresses and puts on the shirt he stole from dabi previously. the back is already cut out for his wings. not that it really matters, because as he comes to snuggle into the nest, the feathers begin to part slowly off the base of his wing. it's uncomfortable, prickling his sensitive body with each plume that's removed. on top of that, his body is feeling clammy and cold, yet wearing pants was too uncomfortable.
it's a bit...different too, feeling such need with the first half of his molt. it's usually just irritating and painful until the feathers are off. but, he's so hot on the inside, and cold on the outside. keigo ends up squeezing his thighs together, trying to fight off the urge to touch.
the hero only gets through until early morning before he can't help himself, and reaches for his phone. fingers quickly glide over to his lover's name, and he calls dabi. maybe...maybe just hearing his villain will help to soothe him.]
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eventually, after rolling around his bed does nothing to help, keigo begins the process of gathering what he feels is appropriate to cuddle with. the nest starts to grow, but it lacks the scent of the villain. the few pieces of dabi's clothes he does have helps a bit, just not to the comfortable level that he desires.
his own clothes become too constricting, so keigo undresses and puts on the shirt he stole from dabi previously. the back is already cut out for his wings. not that it really matters, because as he comes to snuggle into the nest, the feathers begin to part slowly off the base of his wing. it's uncomfortable, prickling his sensitive body with each plume that's removed. on top of that, his body is feeling clammy and cold, yet wearing pants was too uncomfortable.
it's a bit...different too, feeling such need with the first half of his molt. it's usually just irritating and painful until the feathers are off. but, he's so hot on the inside, and cold on the outside. keigo ends up squeezing his thighs together, trying to fight off the urge to touch.
the hero only gets through until early morning before he can't help himself, and reaches for his phone. fingers quickly glide over to his lover's name, and he calls dabi. maybe...maybe just hearing his villain will help to soothe him.]