Do the people ya usually fuck around with spread your shit around the tabloids?
[he wonders, and then also kinda hates that it makes him feel a little jealous. there's no reason for him to feel that way. whatever this bullshit is between them... it's just fucking around. it doesn't mean shit and there's no way in the world he wants it to. hawks started it, and now dabi is reaping the benefits. and hey, if he gets to check out a fancy pad and drink some expensive beer, then why not.
that's all this is.
though he does like the way hawks' wings flutter, and he does head into the bedroom, giving hawks a smirk as he does so. maybe he should just fuck the bird on the kitchen counter- make it less meaningful or whatever. make it less like he's sticking around- but it's a nice bedroom, and dabi hasn't fucked on a bed that's looked this soft and fancy in a long time. not consensually, anyway.]
Are ya tellin' me you're so boring that ya can't keep me awake?
[he waits for hawks to follow him into the bedroom, then grabs at his arm and shoves him back against the wall, just lightly though, giving him enough time to adjust his wings.]
They used to. I put a halt on having deeper relationships after a few sold private information to the press.
[it was worthless information in the end, but it only solidified that his life couldn’t be private at all. but this way, it’s fine. as a loner, it worked out.
save for the few days he got too lonely. like that evening, when he pressured dabi to come visit.
dabi’s smirk is caught, and quickly hawk’s blames his own wings for giving himself away. at times it’s so easy to lie and remain under cover. yet other times, his desire can be painted so easily in the form of his traitorous wings.]
Of course not-
[keigo begins to say as he walks in, but not expecting how dabi grabs him before he’s shoved against the wall. there’s a quick second in which he almost believes the villain to be attacking him, but hawks relaxes, his wings given time to shift and adjust too. keigo moves to curl a hand to the back of dabi’s back in order to keep the villain against him.
at his lips, he smirks. honestly, he doesn’t care if dabi uses his bed. but, the manhandling should definitely be used far more between the two of them. within reason, of course.]
Why not both? Or maybe even here against the wall?
[he says in a totally mocking tone. he wonders what those deeper relationships were like with someone who probably just lied all the time, and then he realizes he really doesn't care.
what does get him though, is that he's pretty sure hawks' wings are the only thing that can give him away, and if the other man is just doing this as a job, then why would he even get flustered at that. it's something to think about... or not. it's not a big deal and it shouldn't be.
it's not like it matters. dabi's got hawks right where he wants him. when his wings adjust, dabi presses harder, sliding a knee up between the other man's legs.]
Ya want it all, huh?
[he asks, but he doesn't leave hawks any room to answer, leaning in to capture his lips in a hard kiss, hands placed on both sides of his head against the wall.]
[keigo can only shrug. it wasn't sad for him due to his line of work anyway. but given the tone dabi uses, it's obvious the villain could care less. as it should be.
it wasn't like there was any meaning to this. although, it's a first for keigo to bring home a villain. his handlers would piss their pants if they knew.
keigo has to bite down hard on his lip when dabi presses in harder, sliding that knee of his, forcing the hero to react by grinding against it in return. business was over. pleasure to follow. keigo didn't mind that one bit. not when he's been urging for the villain to come satiate his needs for the entire day.
a simple 'i'm greedy' was to be his answer to dabi, but there's no time to answer when lips are over his in a hard kiss. keigo returns it in full, pressing forward while he wraps his arms around dabi's shoulders in order to dig his nails down the villain's back. he parts his lips next, to nip and bite almost playfully, yet with a hint or urgency there. he couldn't help it. he was a little greedy.]
[ maybe it's for the best. dabi has seen what pro-heroes with someone in their lives can do. he knows first hand how truly evil such a thing can be.
still, hawks is young. it must be a little bit sad for him that he'll be alone forever. maybe that's why he's so ready to jump into bed with a villain.
when hawks grinds down against his knee, dabi presses it up higher, his body following as he presses against hawks completely. it should bother him how quickly the pro-hero arouses him now, but he can feel hawks' hardon pressing against him just as much, so he doesn't really give a shit. he's not here for games.
he keeps kissing hawks hard and deep, licking into his mouth when the other man parts his lips for him, and it doesn't take long for his hands to move to his pants, undoing them quickly. fucking hawks against the wall isn't a half bad idea, because they might not even make it to the bed. if hawks is being too greedy, dabi doesn't notice it, because he's going for it just as much. ]
[a muffled sound is bitten back when dabi presses him further to the wall. it gives him a chance to feel how aroused the villain was, and a greedy part of keigo is proud of it. generally, when using sex as a means to an end, he doesn't enjoy it too often.
it's totally different with dabi. the hero was actually enjoying himself, that each twitch of his wing or breathless moan is natural.
best to keep that secret to himself, though. the last thing he needs is his handlers getting aggravated.
the more they kiss, the more keigo feels like he's starting to float. he's breathless and weak. no kiss and heavy petting has done that before. where dabi learned to kiss like that is beyond the hero. all he can do is continue to mirror the passion, giving tugs to the soft hair and playful bites to dabi's bottom lip.
somewhere, he's becoming aware of the hands moving, but hawks doesn't stop them. he knew exactly what he wanted, and getting their clothes off was a part of that plan. his fingertips leaving dabi's hair in exchange for pulling roughly to the villain's shirt.]
[ dabi knows the first time they did this it was probably all about getting what he wanted, having an in with him- a means to an end. he wonders if this time is the same, though.
it's not as if he had called a meeting. hawks had texted him some stupid shit out of the blue, trying to get him jealous. for what, this? to try and get him to feel like he really wanted this too?
dabi has no clue, but it's been so long since he's fucked around with someone properly, that he wonders if it even matters why. it should, of course, but it's not exactly like he follows some kind of code, or something.
hawks pulls at his shirt, and dabi lets go just long enough for him to yank it off and toss it aside, then his fingers move back to hawks' pants, shoving them down off his ass. ]
Don't like my hair gettin' tugged at unless ya wanna end up burned.
[most people he's ever been with don't ask, and even if he'd tell them, they wouldn't give a shit, but he's trying something here with hawks and hopes he doesn't get shit for it.]
[keigo isn't sure why he wanted to, but he did try to test if dabi would get jealous over him. it's not even really part of his work with spying, just his general interest in the villain. he likes the feeling of being wanted, probably all stemming from prior childhood issues.
too bad his plan didn't seem to work exactly in his favor. however, he does have dabi here, and he is pinned to the wall intimately.
so, maybe the plan actually worked in a way.
gold eyes take in every inch of dabi's chest and stomach when the shirt is removed. dark lust is filling his eyes, and it's taking everything from him to not touch and taste. to others, dabi might seem like a horror sight, but for keigo, he finds the villain to be breathtaking in his own way. his wings are stuck behind him and the wall, yet they're festering from the desire coursing through the hero.
he's too busy analyzing dabi's body that he doesn't even become aware that his pants are shoved down. not until the cool air hits him. at least he was close to a hot body to warm him up.
a sly, small grin takes his lips at the villain's words. such a shame. keigo was going to have to watch himself.]
You got it, boss. I'm the complete opposite. Feel free to pull away.
[he purrs the words while he leans forward, dragging his tongue over Dabi's neck to his shoulder. he does gently brush through the black hair, being mindful to the soft strands.]
Bad experience, huh? Is it a complete no-touch zone, or...?
[ truthfully dabi was jealous of all that crap hawks was spouting. he knows he shouldn't be, though. what does he have to be jealous over? he shouldn't give a single shit about hawks or what he does in his own time. it's nothing that affects him.
and yet, there was something there.
for a while dabi used to care about his scars, his shirt never off unless he absolutely had to. with hawks, that lasted about a minute before he decided not to care, wanting the other man's hands on him more than any sense of self-consciousness. with the way hawks looks at him, the last of those thoughts flit away, even if it's all just a show. dabi can't think about that too hard right now.
hawks' body is more gorgeous than he'd like to admit as well, and he gets as much of his hands on him as he can, one sliding down his ass, the other trailing along his cock. ]
Yeah, I had a feelin'. You moaned like a slut when I pulled at your hair.
[he tilts his head as he speaks, letting hawks' tongue run across his scarred skin. he can't feel much of anything there anymore, but he still likes it.
for a moment he thinks hawks is gonna test his words and tug at his hair anyway, but the movement is slow and soft, just guiding his head to the side more than anything.]
...You can touch. I just don't like gettin' yanked around.
[he wonders if that's revealing too much. he doesn't want to talk about his private things, or his bad experiences. that's not why they're here. and yet still, hawks had asked, which is more than anyone's ever done.]
[it's for the best that keigo isn't aware of the jealousy. he would definitely use that to his advantage, maybe for the hero commission, but most definitely for himself. he's not sure why. he truly wanted the villain's desire all on him.
maybe he was just as jealous if he were to discover dabi with anyone intimately.
keigo finds himself biting on his bottom lip when one of those hands trail down to his body, touching him just how he prefers. yet, not enough. he needed so much more.]
A slut, huh?
[he chuckles low, giving a smirk up from where his lips rest on dabi's shoulder.]
I can tone it down if you'd like.
[he's not sure dabi's angle is when it comes to bed-partners. he figures he did something good if the villain was here against him.
keigo does hide a more warm smile when given permission to touch though. he'll have to make sure to not ever tug or pull on it, in order to keep the villain from being uncomfortable. even if this was purely for business, keigo wanted to never cross any of dabi's boundaries.
although, that does make him curious to why dabi had this distaste towards it. keigo doesn't dare ask, and instead turns his head slightly so he can cover dabi's lips with his own in a hard kiss.]
[ yeah, it's probably a good thing that dabi's jealousy is subtle for now, though down the line it might not be. if there's something down the line. dabi isn't thinking about that right now.
he's teasing hawks on purpose, skimming his heated fingers up and down his length without grasping him fully just yet. he feels like hawks is teasing him just as much, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing harder at his ass all the same. ]
A slut, yeah. What, ya don't like that word or somethin'?
[does he care? no. hawks doesn't seem especially bothered by it though. maybe he's stop if he was asked, just like hawks is doing what he's asked, though dabi will say he has to do that anyway. hawks isn't the one in control here.
or at least, that's what dabi would like to think, but he's the one pulling him back for another kiss, and he's the one getting dabi to wrap his fingers around his length, stroking slowly as he dips his tongue in deep to taste as much of hawks as he can. ]
[it's hard to not be affected by the teasing. and he knows very well that dabi is doing it on purpose. the asshole. still, keigo tries to rock up against those heated fingers, while trying to also roll to the hand on his ass.
at this rate, he was going to get all flustered from over-stimulation with nothing to show for it.
the word doesn't bother keigo in the slightest. he doesn't say as much, given that dabi's mouth tastes too good to break away from. but filthy words arouse him more than they should, and honestly, it gives him chills to be degraded by the villain. he doesn't want to admit that. not out loud.
keigo moans between their lips as the fingers finally wrap around him. it's a slow stroke though, and he lets his irritation show in the form of festering, pinned wings and a muffled whine. still, he greedily accepts the tongue in his mouth, licking and exploring the length of it with his own tongue.]
[ desperate hawks is kinda good. he'd probably be annoyed if it was anyone else, but it looks good on the stupid bird.
dabi swallows hawks' moan with another deep kiss, practically smirking into it when the other man lets out a frustrated whine. he doesn't pick up the pace, because he's the one in charge here, but he does heat up his fingers just a little bit more, thumb running back and forth along the head of his cock, spreading precum around.
the thing is, after a moment it becomes too slow for him too, and he's getting impatient. he pulls back, pulling his hands off of hawks so he can undo his own pants and shove them down. ]
[between their lips, keigo both moans and tries mouthing dabi’s name. those warm fingers are to die for, even if they’re going too damn slow. he’s going to end up having to pin dabi down just in order to get what he wanted.
keigo is pretty positive there’s a mess of precum at his cock. the teasing doesn’t help with it at all. he needs more. he needs to drown in all of dabi.]
No-why are you stopping-!
[the whine slips out without thought, but keigo does watch dabi moving his pants down.
keigo gives a breathless, light laugh to the villain’s words. licking his lips, keigo drops down to his knees, wings resting half on the floor while he presses his face to dabi’s crotch. a tongue comes out to drag slow and playfully along the underside of the shaft.]
[ dabi probably wouldn't let hawks pin him down, but it's too soon to tell. he's doing a lot of things here he wouldn't normally do- like fucking around with a pro-hero.
he snorts softly at hawks' exclamation, a teasing eyebrow shooting up. ]
Someone's desperate, huh.
[he teases some more, but then hawks gets down on his knees, and dabi can't complain at all. he remembers how good it was last time. hawks has a good mouth on him, in more ways than one, and dabi is already letting out a soft groan as that talented tongue slides up his length.]
Not... not what I had in mind, but this is even better.
[really he just wanted hawks to strip the rest of the way so he could slam him up against the wall and fuck him, but he'll never say no to hawks getting down on his knees for him.]
[keigo tries not to get flustered by dabi's words. although, it was true. he was more than desperate. he had been wanting the villain more intimately ever since their last meeting. probably wasn't safe to think that, and he's sure his handlers would throw a fit if they knew, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
sitting on his knees, dabi's cock in hand while keigo drags his tongue, he fixes a lustful gaze onto the villain. he wasn't exactly sure what dabi had wanted of him, but at least he could lube up the shaft with his mouth while he finished undressing.
and there were no complaints yet from dabi.
keigo swallows down dabi with no hesitation as he skims his pants off his waist, pooling it at his feet. he's already fucked his fingers earlier, in preparation of this. he didn't want to wait. he was greedy and impatient.
keigo begins to bob his head, using his tongue to coat dabi's dick in saliva. sometimes though, he'll drag the muscle up to the head, getting a taste of precum.]
[ dabi is still pretty damn positive that this is all part of the job. maybe hawks had just been waiting for the exact moment he could get down on his knees to try and sway him. to try and get him to give up more secrets. it isn't going to happen so hawks is shit outta luck, but dabi figures if he can get laid for hawks' desperate attempts at trying, then all the better.
inviting a villain into your home is pretty stupid too, but he wonders if whoever is in charge, is watching. there are plenty of camera's on hawks all the time. maybe his home isn't any different.
wouldn't that be something.
all of this doesn't stop him from enjoying what's going on here, because hawks is just so damn good at it. dabi rests his hands against the wall as he looks down at hawks, a groan escaping once the bird swallows him down all the way. it isn't long before he starts to rock his hips and a hand falls to the other man's shoulder, then slides down into his wings, fingers curling around them.
he could light all of this on fire in one second, he thinks to himself, but he doesn't want to. instead he thrusts harder into hawks' mouth. ]
[danger radiates from this position. while keigo felt a semblance of control, dabi was still above him, able to wield one of his biggest weaknesses. he could be turned to ash within seconds.
such a danger should make him flinch or move back, but all it does is warm keigo up further in arousal and lust. it's not just from the danger of it all, but also because he likes these intimate affairs with the villain. his handlers might have thoroughly trained him for this, they were not aware of his secret meetings. he never told them of the previous time. for all he knew, he could be put on a cold table to be swabbed from head to toe to get any and all of dabi's dna that might be left on him.
so, keigo prefers to keep this a secret. this was purely for his own enjoyment. he would find out dabi's name one way or another, but not like this.
he didn't want his handlers pushing more sex onto him, if they ended up becoming aware of it.
keigo does utilize plenty of tricks in his vast knowledge of sex onto dabi. he swirls his tongue along the shaft, taking care to lick any precum up with each bob of his head. the groan above him is like an aphrodisiac, and keigo can't help the way he narrows his eyes in enjoyment, proud of his own actions. it's not much longer that dabi moves with him too.
but, then that hand is in his wings, and keigo can't stop the choked gasp, eyes tightly closing as his fingers dig into dabi's waist. there's no recovery on keigo's part before the villain thrusts harder into his mouth. he chokes again, cheeks starting to redden as his wings desperately flap behind him, trying to get themselves free. it was too sensitive for the hero. if relaxed as he was now, his wings were too hypersensitive, a feeling that embarrassingly arouses keigo further.]
[ he doesn't care how hawks knows what he does about sex. he doesn't really think about it. he tries not to think about sex at all, actually- not unless he's right in the middle of doing it. it's never been a good time, or anything relaxing for him, but with hawks... he supposes it isn't that bad of a time.
maybe it's because he's in control right now, and he sure as hell feels it when hawks chokes out a gasp, fingers digging in. not even that cool number two exterior can cover this up, and dabi's eyes go dark as the other man starts to struggle a bit.
he doesn't let go of hawks' wings, even as he tries to flap them. he curls his fingers around tighter, thrusting in deep yet again, then pulls out completely, leaving a trail of saliva from hawks' mouth to his cock. ]
What, dontcha like that? Thought ya wanted it rough.
[tears are pricking at the corner of his eyes, but keigo doesn't notice them like the first time he was on his knees for dabi. all he can focus on is the selfish way dabi grips his wings. they're desperately flapping to get free while keigo fights to keep what little control he has. the villain should be glad he's not biting down on the dick in his mouth.
dabi's fingers only tighten though, earning a louder moan and whine mixture. he knows he needs to get himself free. at this rate, he was going to go insane. he did not need dabi abusing his wings further.
another thrust inside his mouth, along with a choked sound that follows, and finally the villain pulls out, leaving the hero a breathless mess on his own knees. he can only sit and stare, mind trying to comprehend what was going on. he knows he's too hard between his legs, lips open as he breathes in missing air.
the saliva connecting him to dabi's cock is licked away as keigo tries to send an angry look up to the villain.]
No...Not there..asshole.
[he seethes out, grinding his teeth to keep his pleasured noises at bay. fuck. his wings needed to be released before he lost the rest of his control.]
[ Dabi raises an eyebrow and gives Hawks a challenging look... but he lets the wings go, raising his hands up in surrender.
When he looks down though, he can see the bulge in Hawks' underwear, straining to get out. It's kinda hot to look at, because Hawks looks like such a damn mess right now- so not his usual polished self. There's a realness about him that Dabi isn't sure he's ever seen before.
He's torn between how much he likes it, and how much he hates it.]
No harm no foul. Right, pretty bird? Ya wanna get on the bed for me now?
[keigo isn't sure if he's going to be fighting with dabi now, but he needed the villain to understand that the wings were off limits. sure, they felt so damn good to get aroused with, but it was also more intimate.
he's not even sure he would trust endeavor enough to touch them. they were just too precious to him.
thankfully, the wings are released and keigo breathes out, trying to calm the flush at his face and regain his self. his wings also relax again, resting more comfortably in an almost slouch while keigo gets to his feet.]
Yeah, yeah.
[he decides to not explain to dabi how deep of a feeling it was regarding his wings. he feels it would only goad the man on. while heading to the bed, keigo finishes removing the remainder of his clothes, letting them fall to the floor to make a mess.
at the edge of his bed, he takes a seat and motions for the villain to come after him, ready to play another round of cat and mouse again.]
[ off limits definitely means he wants to touch them more, but he's not a monster, and he's not about forcing anything like that on anyone, especially during sex. he may be a villain, but he's not that kind of villain. not the kind that parades around acting like a hero.
besides, he trusted hawks with what was off limits for him too, and hawks stopped right away. it's only fair he does the same.
he does stand there for a moment, watching as hawks moves to the bed, dropping. his clothing along the way. hawks really is... fucking beautiful. like one of those greek statues out on full display. it's another reason why dabi knows this is all fake. this is all just to get information, because someone who looks like hawks would never be with a walking corpse like him by choice.
stupid thinking, and he shoves it away when hawks sits on the bed and motions for him to come over. he does, sliding in between hawks' legs, lifting a hand to push through his hair. for all the rough throat fucking he just did, he leans in to kiss hawks in such an easy way. not soft, not sweetly of course, but enough for there to be a sharp contrast with hawks being down on his knees. ]
[maybe when he's not so wary of dabi, a little more accustomed to whatever this was between them, he would eventually allow the villain to touch his wings. there were conditions with it, naturally, given the intimacy that came with his wings. keigo has never given anyone that sort of permission.
of course, he's also never really enjoyed sex until he met dabi. but, giving that ammo to the villain was suicide.
nonetheless, he appreciates that dabi did follow his request. his wings were a different story, both wanting the attention yet wanting it more softer.
dabi follows him to the bed, slotting too perfectly between his legs. immediately, keigo wraps his arms around the villain's neck, fingers skimming from burnt flesh to staples. he wonders if it's a constant pain or not. he's a little tempted in licking along each one, just to watch dabi's reaction.
for a brief second, keigo expects the hand in his hair to turn violent, so accustomed of that, that when lips cover his, it's almost taking him by surprise. it's not super soft and sweet, but it's definitely a change from earlier, and keigo greedily takes it all in, returning it in full. his fingers dip down, to trail along dabi's spine as he gets loss in this new atmosphere.
he feels drugged in a way. high on addiction named dabi. best to not let anyone know that, less his wings become clipped.]
[ hawks probably shouldn't give dabi that kind of permission. it would be bad for both of them. there's no reason for them to have anything meaningful behind this, even if it's so damn good.
there are things about each other dabi knows they'll never tell. like all the different levels to what hawks' wings can do, and just how much pain dabi is in on the regular, and how much his quirk is destroying his body. he knows that's what hawks is doing this for- so he can find out those weaknesses, but all he's gonna get is a good fuck every now and again.
it's a shame though, that dabi can't feel much of hawks' touch along his scarred skin, but around his staples he's always sensitive, but he's damn good at control.
he loses a little of it though, when their kiss turns deeper, and hawks' fingers trail down along unmarred skin, finally sending a shiver through him. he'd rather stay in control though, so he breaks the kiss and pushes at hawks so he'll move further back on the bed, and gets rid of his own pants so he can climb over him. ]
You're so fuckin' hard already. Just from suckin' my dick? Or was it all the choking around my dick? You're so good at swallowin' it down.
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[he wonders, and then also kinda hates that it makes him feel a little jealous. there's no reason for him to feel that way. whatever this bullshit is between them... it's just fucking around. it doesn't mean shit and there's no way in the world he wants it to. hawks started it, and now dabi is reaping the benefits. and hey, if he gets to check out a fancy pad and drink some expensive beer, then why not.
that's all this is.
though he does like the way hawks' wings flutter, and he does head into the bedroom, giving hawks a smirk as he does so. maybe he should just fuck the bird on the kitchen counter- make it less meaningful or whatever. make it less like he's sticking around- but it's a nice bedroom, and dabi hasn't fucked on a bed that's looked this soft and fancy in a long time. not consensually, anyway.]
Are ya tellin' me you're so boring that ya can't keep me awake?
[he waits for hawks to follow him into the bedroom, then grabs at his arm and shoves him back against the wall, just lightly though, giving him enough time to adjust his wings.]
Or are ya just tryin'a keep me off'a your bed.
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[it was worthless information in the end, but it only solidified that his life couldn’t be private at all. but this way, it’s fine. as a loner, it worked out.
save for the few days he got too lonely. like that evening, when he pressured dabi to come visit.
dabi’s smirk is caught, and quickly hawk’s blames his own wings for giving himself away. at times it’s so easy to lie and remain under cover. yet other times, his desire can be painted so easily in the form of his traitorous wings.]
Of course not-
[keigo begins to say as he walks in, but not expecting how dabi grabs him before he’s shoved against the wall. there’s a quick second in which he almost believes the villain to be attacking him, but hawks relaxes, his wings given time to shift and adjust too. keigo moves to curl a hand to the back of dabi’s back in order to keep the villain against him.
at his lips, he smirks. honestly, he doesn’t care if dabi uses his bed. but, the manhandling should definitely be used far more between the two of them. within reason, of course.]
Why not both? Or maybe even here against the wall?
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[he says in a totally mocking tone. he wonders what those deeper relationships were like with someone who probably just lied all the time, and then he realizes he really doesn't care.
what does get him though, is that he's pretty sure hawks' wings are the only thing that can give him away, and if the other man is just doing this as a job, then why would he even get flustered at that. it's something to think about... or not. it's not a big deal and it shouldn't be.
it's not like it matters. dabi's got hawks right where he wants him. when his wings adjust, dabi presses harder, sliding a knee up between the other man's legs.]
Ya want it all, huh?
[he asks, but he doesn't leave hawks any room to answer, leaning in to capture his lips in a hard kiss, hands placed on both sides of his head against the wall.]
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it wasn't like there was any meaning to this. although, it's a first for keigo to bring home a villain. his handlers would piss their pants if they knew.
keigo has to bite down hard on his lip when dabi presses in harder, sliding that knee of his, forcing the hero to react by grinding against it in return. business was over. pleasure to follow. keigo didn't mind that one bit. not when he's been urging for the villain to come satiate his needs for the entire day.
a simple 'i'm greedy' was to be his answer to dabi, but there's no time to answer when lips are over his in a hard kiss. keigo returns it in full, pressing forward while he wraps his arms around dabi's shoulders in order to dig his nails down the villain's back. he parts his lips next, to nip and bite almost playfully, yet with a hint or urgency there. he couldn't help it. he was a little greedy.]
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still, hawks is young. it must be a little bit sad for him that he'll be alone forever. maybe that's why he's so ready to jump into bed with a villain.
when hawks grinds down against his knee, dabi presses it up higher, his body following as he presses against hawks completely. it should bother him how quickly the pro-hero arouses him now, but he can feel hawks' hardon pressing against him just as much, so he doesn't really give a shit. he's not here for games.
he keeps kissing hawks hard and deep, licking into his mouth when the other man parts his lips for him, and it doesn't take long for his hands to move to his pants, undoing them quickly. fucking hawks against the wall isn't a half bad idea, because they might not even make it to the bed. if hawks is being too greedy, dabi doesn't notice it, because he's going for it just as much. ]
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it's totally different with dabi. the hero was actually enjoying himself, that each twitch of his wing or breathless moan is natural.
best to keep that secret to himself, though. the last thing he needs is his handlers getting aggravated.
the more they kiss, the more keigo feels like he's starting to float. he's breathless and weak. no kiss and heavy petting has done that before. where dabi learned to kiss like that is beyond the hero. all he can do is continue to mirror the passion, giving tugs to the soft hair and playful bites to dabi's bottom lip.
somewhere, he's becoming aware of the hands moving, but hawks doesn't stop them. he knew exactly what he wanted, and getting their clothes off was a part of that plan. his fingertips leaving dabi's hair in exchange for pulling roughly to the villain's shirt.]
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it's not as if he had called a meeting. hawks had texted him some stupid shit out of the blue, trying to get him jealous. for what, this? to try and get him to feel like he really wanted this too?
dabi has no clue, but it's been so long since he's fucked around with someone properly, that he wonders if it even matters why. it should, of course, but it's not exactly like he follows some kind of code, or something.
hawks pulls at his shirt, and dabi lets go just long enough for him to yank it off and toss it aside, then his fingers move back to hawks' pants, shoving them down off his ass. ]
Don't like my hair gettin' tugged at unless ya wanna end up burned.
[most people he's ever been with don't ask, and even if he'd tell them, they wouldn't give a shit, but he's trying something here with hawks and hopes he doesn't get shit for it.]
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too bad his plan didn't seem to work exactly in his favor. however, he does have dabi here, and he is pinned to the wall intimately.
so, maybe the plan actually worked in a way.
gold eyes take in every inch of dabi's chest and stomach when the shirt is removed. dark lust is filling his eyes, and it's taking everything from him to not touch and taste. to others, dabi might seem like a horror sight, but for keigo, he finds the villain to be breathtaking in his own way. his wings are stuck behind him and the wall, yet they're festering from the desire coursing through the hero.
he's too busy analyzing dabi's body that he doesn't even become aware that his pants are shoved down. not until the cool air hits him. at least he was close to a hot body to warm him up.
a sly, small grin takes his lips at the villain's words. such a shame. keigo was going to have to watch himself.]
You got it, boss. I'm the complete opposite. Feel free to pull away.
[he purrs the words while he leans forward, dragging his tongue over Dabi's neck to his shoulder. he does gently brush through the black hair, being mindful to the soft strands.]
Bad experience, huh? Is it a complete no-touch zone, or...?
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and yet, there was something there.
for a while dabi used to care about his scars, his shirt never off unless he absolutely had to. with hawks, that lasted about a minute before he decided not to care, wanting the other man's hands on him more than any sense of self-consciousness. with the way hawks looks at him, the last of those thoughts flit away, even if it's all just a show. dabi can't think about that too hard right now.
hawks' body is more gorgeous than he'd like to admit as well, and he gets as much of his hands on him as he can, one sliding down his ass, the other trailing along his cock. ]
Yeah, I had a feelin'. You moaned like a slut when I pulled at your hair.
[he tilts his head as he speaks, letting hawks' tongue run across his scarred skin. he can't feel much of anything there anymore, but he still likes it.
for a moment he thinks hawks is gonna test his words and tug at his hair anyway, but the movement is slow and soft, just guiding his head to the side more than anything.]
...You can touch. I just don't like gettin' yanked around.
[he wonders if that's revealing too much. he doesn't want to talk about his private things, or his bad experiences. that's not why they're here. and yet still, hawks had asked, which is more than anyone's ever done.]
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maybe he was just as jealous if he were to discover dabi with anyone intimately.
keigo finds himself biting on his bottom lip when one of those hands trail down to his body, touching him just how he prefers. yet, not enough. he needed so much more.]
A slut, huh?
[he chuckles low, giving a smirk up from where his lips rest on dabi's shoulder.]
I can tone it down if you'd like.
[he's not sure dabi's angle is when it comes to bed-partners. he figures he did something good if the villain was here against him.
keigo does hide a more warm smile when given permission to touch though. he'll have to make sure to not ever tug or pull on it, in order to keep the villain from being uncomfortable. even if this was purely for business, keigo wanted to never cross any of dabi's boundaries.
although, that does make him curious to why dabi had this distaste towards it. keigo doesn't dare ask, and instead turns his head slightly so he can cover dabi's lips with his own in a hard kiss.]
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he's teasing hawks on purpose, skimming his heated fingers up and down his length without grasping him fully just yet. he feels like hawks is teasing him just as much, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing harder at his ass all the same. ]
A slut, yeah. What, ya don't like that word or somethin'?
[does he care? no. hawks doesn't seem especially bothered by it though. maybe he's stop if he was asked, just like hawks is doing what he's asked, though dabi will say he has to do that anyway. hawks isn't the one in control here.
or at least, that's what dabi would like to think, but he's the one pulling him back for another kiss, and he's the one getting dabi to wrap his fingers around his length, stroking slowly as he dips his tongue in deep to taste as much of hawks as he can. ]
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at this rate, he was going to get all flustered from over-stimulation with nothing to show for it.
the word doesn't bother keigo in the slightest. he doesn't say as much, given that dabi's mouth tastes too good to break away from. but filthy words arouse him more than they should, and honestly, it gives him chills to be degraded by the villain. he doesn't want to admit that. not out loud.
keigo moans between their lips as the fingers finally wrap around him. it's a slow stroke though, and he lets his irritation show in the form of festering, pinned wings and a muffled whine. still, he greedily accepts the tongue in his mouth, licking and exploring the length of it with his own tongue.]
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dabi swallows hawks' moan with another deep kiss, practically smirking into it when the other man lets out a frustrated whine. he doesn't pick up the pace, because he's the one in charge here, but he does heat up his fingers just a little bit more, thumb running back and forth along the head of his cock, spreading precum around.
the thing is, after a moment it becomes too slow for him too, and he's getting impatient. he pulls back, pulling his hands off of hawks so he can undo his own pants and shove them down. ]
Ya gonna make me do all the work, or what?
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keigo is pretty positive there’s a mess of precum at his cock. the teasing doesn’t help with it at all. he needs more. he needs to drown in all of dabi.]
No-why are you stopping-!
[the whine slips out without thought, but keigo does watch dabi moving his pants down.
keigo gives a breathless, light laugh to the villain’s words. licking his lips, keigo drops down to his knees, wings resting half on the floor while he presses his face to dabi’s crotch. a tongue comes out to drag slow and playfully along the underside of the shaft.]
Is this what you had in mind?
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he snorts softly at hawks' exclamation, a teasing eyebrow shooting up. ]
Someone's desperate, huh.
[he teases some more, but then hawks gets down on his knees, and dabi can't complain at all. he remembers how good it was last time. hawks has a good mouth on him, in more ways than one, and dabi is already letting out a soft groan as that talented tongue slides up his length.]
Not... not what I had in mind, but this is even better.
[really he just wanted hawks to strip the rest of the way so he could slam him up against the wall and fuck him, but he'll never say no to hawks getting down on his knees for him.]
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sitting on his knees, dabi's cock in hand while keigo drags his tongue, he fixes a lustful gaze onto the villain. he wasn't exactly sure what dabi had wanted of him, but at least he could lube up the shaft with his mouth while he finished undressing.
and there were no complaints yet from dabi.
keigo swallows down dabi with no hesitation as he skims his pants off his waist, pooling it at his feet. he's already fucked his fingers earlier, in preparation of this. he didn't want to wait. he was greedy and impatient.
keigo begins to bob his head, using his tongue to coat dabi's dick in saliva. sometimes though, he'll drag the muscle up to the head, getting a taste of precum.]
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inviting a villain into your home is pretty stupid too, but he wonders if whoever is in charge, is watching. there are plenty of camera's on hawks all the time. maybe his home isn't any different.
wouldn't that be something.
all of this doesn't stop him from enjoying what's going on here, because hawks is just so damn good at it. dabi rests his hands against the wall as he looks down at hawks, a groan escaping once the bird swallows him down all the way. it isn't long before he starts to rock his hips and a hand falls to the other man's shoulder, then slides down into his wings, fingers curling around them.
he could light all of this on fire in one second, he thinks to himself, but he doesn't want to. instead he thrusts harder into hawks' mouth. ]
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such a danger should make him flinch or move back, but all it does is warm keigo up further in arousal and lust. it's not just from the danger of it all, but also because he likes these intimate affairs with the villain. his handlers might have thoroughly trained him for this, they were not aware of his secret meetings. he never told them of the previous time. for all he knew, he could be put on a cold table to be swabbed from head to toe to get any and all of dabi's dna that might be left on him.
so, keigo prefers to keep this a secret. this was purely for his own enjoyment. he would find out dabi's name one way or another, but not like this.
he didn't want his handlers pushing more sex onto him, if they ended up becoming aware of it.
keigo does utilize plenty of tricks in his vast knowledge of sex onto dabi. he swirls his tongue along the shaft, taking care to lick any precum up with each bob of his head. the groan above him is like an aphrodisiac, and keigo can't help the way he narrows his eyes in enjoyment, proud of his own actions. it's not much longer that dabi moves with him too.
but, then that hand is in his wings, and keigo can't stop the choked gasp, eyes tightly closing as his fingers dig into dabi's waist. there's no recovery on keigo's part before the villain thrusts harder into his mouth. he chokes again, cheeks starting to redden as his wings desperately flap behind him, trying to get themselves free. it was too sensitive for the hero. if relaxed as he was now, his wings were too hypersensitive, a feeling that embarrassingly arouses keigo further.]
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maybe it's because he's in control right now, and he sure as hell feels it when hawks chokes out a gasp, fingers digging in. not even that cool number two exterior can cover this up, and dabi's eyes go dark as the other man starts to struggle a bit.
he doesn't let go of hawks' wings, even as he tries to flap them. he curls his fingers around tighter, thrusting in deep yet again, then pulls out completely, leaving a trail of saliva from hawks' mouth to his cock. ]
What, dontcha like that? Thought ya wanted it rough.
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dabi's fingers only tighten though, earning a louder moan and whine mixture. he knows he needs to get himself free. at this rate, he was going to go insane. he did not need dabi abusing his wings further.
another thrust inside his mouth, along with a choked sound that follows, and finally the villain pulls out, leaving the hero a breathless mess on his own knees. he can only sit and stare, mind trying to comprehend what was going on. he knows he's too hard between his legs, lips open as he breathes in missing air.
the saliva connecting him to dabi's cock is licked away as keigo tries to send an angry look up to the villain.]
No...Not there..asshole.
[he seethes out, grinding his teeth to keep his pleasured noises at bay. fuck. his wings needed to be released before he lost the rest of his control.]
Let..them go.
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When he looks down though, he can see the bulge in Hawks' underwear, straining to get out. It's kinda hot to look at, because Hawks looks like such a damn mess right now- so not his usual polished self. There's a realness about him that Dabi isn't sure he's ever seen before.
He's torn between how much he likes it, and how much he hates it.]
No harm no foul. Right, pretty bird? Ya wanna get on the bed for me now?
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he's not even sure he would trust endeavor enough to touch them. they were just too precious to him.
thankfully, the wings are released and keigo breathes out, trying to calm the flush at his face and regain his self. his wings also relax again, resting more comfortably in an almost slouch while keigo gets to his feet.]
Yeah, yeah.
[he decides to not explain to dabi how deep of a feeling it was regarding his wings. he feels it would only goad the man on. while heading to the bed, keigo finishes removing the remainder of his clothes, letting them fall to the floor to make a mess.
at the edge of his bed, he takes a seat and motions for the villain to come after him, ready to play another round of cat and mouse again.]
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besides, he trusted hawks with what was off limits for him too, and hawks stopped right away. it's only fair he does the same.
he does stand there for a moment, watching as hawks moves to the bed, dropping. his clothing along the way. hawks really is... fucking beautiful. like one of those greek statues out on full display. it's another reason why dabi knows this is all fake. this is all just to get information, because someone who looks like hawks would never be with a walking corpse like him by choice.
stupid thinking, and he shoves it away when hawks sits on the bed and motions for him to come over. he does, sliding in between hawks' legs, lifting a hand to push through his hair. for all the rough throat fucking he just did, he leans in to kiss hawks in such an easy way. not soft, not sweetly of course, but enough for there to be a sharp contrast with hawks being down on his knees. ]
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of course, he's also never really enjoyed sex until he met dabi. but, giving that ammo to the villain was suicide.
nonetheless, he appreciates that dabi did follow his request. his wings were a different story, both wanting the attention yet wanting it more softer.
dabi follows him to the bed, slotting too perfectly between his legs. immediately, keigo wraps his arms around the villain's neck, fingers skimming from burnt flesh to staples. he wonders if it's a constant pain or not. he's a little tempted in licking along each one, just to watch dabi's reaction.
for a brief second, keigo expects the hand in his hair to turn violent, so accustomed of that, that when lips cover his, it's almost taking him by surprise. it's not super soft and sweet, but it's definitely a change from earlier, and keigo greedily takes it all in, returning it in full. his fingers dip down, to trail along dabi's spine as he gets loss in this new atmosphere.
he feels drugged in a way. high on addiction named dabi. best to not let anyone know that, less his wings become clipped.]
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there are things about each other dabi knows they'll never tell. like all the different levels to what hawks' wings can do, and just how much pain dabi is in on the regular, and how much his quirk is destroying his body. he knows that's what hawks is doing this for- so he can find out those weaknesses, but all he's gonna get is a good fuck every now and again.
it's a shame though, that dabi can't feel much of hawks' touch along his scarred skin, but around his staples he's always sensitive, but he's damn good at control.
he loses a little of it though, when their kiss turns deeper, and hawks' fingers trail down along unmarred skin, finally sending a shiver through him. he'd rather stay in control though, so he breaks the kiss and pushes at hawks so he'll move further back on the bed, and gets rid of his own pants so he can climb over him. ]
You're so fuckin' hard already. Just from suckin' my dick? Or was it all the choking around my dick? You're so good at swallowin' it down.
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