[ 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.
[keigo was beginning to think dabi was just so powerfully composed in terms of sex and pleasure that when he feels the tremble, it almost catches him off guard. he wants to do it again. after all, there should be a little payback for how dabi treated his wings and almost got keigo to orgasm on the spot earlier.
unfortunately, their kiss is broken and he's shoved back. keigo huffs, but doesn't fight it, noting that he'll try again soon while he presses back to the bed.
golden irises do watch with a glint at the way dabi undresses, taking in every little detail hungrily. the scars never bothered him before. no. it gives an air of danger about the man, one that gets keigo weak. he wants to ask about them, for curiosity sake rather than for business, but instead, he rests comfortably back, watching dabi climb over him.
keigo spreads his legs, hooking them around the villain, heel of his foot resting on dabi's lower back to urge the villain closer. he also presses a single hand to the back of dabi's neck, leaning up to brush his lips softly over the other man's.]
From all that damn touching on my wings. I almost fucking came in my pants.
[he's honest. although, sucking and choking also played their own roles into getting him hard before dabi's hand had been at his backside.]
But you know, your cock is fucking huge. Always stretches my mouth out and fucks my throat real good. And I need it right now, inside of me.
[ dabi does try to be as composed as possible. he doesn't want to give anything away. he's also just not that loud. he's gotten used to it from years of having to stay as quiet as possible.
but maybe hawks can pull a louder sound or two out of him, and probably another shiver. he didn't even notice the last one was brought out of him so easily.
dabi's glad hawks doesn't ask about his scars. it's not something he wants or likes to talk about. no one's ever really asked, though. they've only looked at him with disgusted lust and called him a freak. he is a freak, it's true. and he doesn't give a shit about it.
hawks is fluid with his movements, legs wrapping around. him to pull him down. dabi does exactly that, shifting closer as he moves over his body, letting the other man lead him into a kiss. it's soft, and he intends to change that, but hawks' words distract him for a moment. ]
Ya didn't want me touchin' em cause ya liked it too much??
[well that's definitely the opposite of what he thought. he thought it was something like the reason he didn't like anyone grabbing his hair. well now he only wants to grab those wings even more. so much for not giving dabi ammo, hawks.]
Ya sound real good with your throat fucked raw. Don't worry, birdie. Gonna fuck the rest'a you raw too.
[dabi leans in and kisses hawks again, grinding down against him. his own cock is already dripping with saliva and precum from all that sucking hawks did, and he has such an urge to just push right into the mischievous bird -asshole- making him think he was crossing a line with those damn wings, when all it was, was making him feel good.
he drags the head of his cock back and firth along hawks' entrance, getting it nice and wet, but instead of pushing in, he slides his fingers in instead, spreading him open.]
Kinda tired'a usin' my spit. Ya got any lube, birdie?
[he asks, but he doesn't stop pressing his fingers in, then pulls them out and does it again.]
[bound and determined, keigo was going to get dabi flustered one way or another. everyone had their kinks, and keigo was very interested in dabi's. it was only fair, after all.
and maybe, he wants the villain to crave this as much as keigo was. he knows he should be careful, should maybe get a few priorities straight, but his stance on the league and the hero commission's order of him haven't changed, so what's the problem with enjoying himself? he had that right, didn't he?
it didn't matter if he was just some convenient hole to fuck. well. maybe it kind of did. he didn't want to be considered just that, but that's a dangerous territory to think about, so it was best to not lose himself there.
it doesn't change the fact that he wanted dabi to desire this as much as keigo did.
keigo feels his shoulders and wings tense when brings up the question. great. well, at least he doesn't need to explain it in detail, right? and dabi hadn't tried to touch them since. still, it's hard to not get flustered, and keigo averts his gaze.]
T-..They're sensitive. I've never came from them either.
[he doesn't bring up the fact that he almost lost control, or how desperate he was for more. no. he's already dug himself in a hole. no need to bury himself in further.
a low moan forms with a tremble down his spine and wings form at such a promise though. he needed that. needed to be fucked raw and brutal by this villain. he's craving it, desperate for it. he returns dabi's kiss instead of trying to respond between their lips, rocking his hips up to meet the grind. it's warm and teasing, not exactly what he wants, but enough to subside him.
the teasing only gets worst though, head of dabi's cock taunting his hole, spreading his precum and the leftover saliva, but not pushing in. keigo tries to urge the villain forward with the heel of his foot, yet fingers replace the bulbous tip, earning a choked sound from the hero.]
Yea-fuck..yeah.
[he stumbles over his own words as another finger spreads him open further. both not wanting to separate from dabi, and a hint of laziness, keigo uses a feather to go to his beside table, taking the practical full bottle of lube there. he never has late night visitors like dabi. it's only him here. and he refuses to ever entertain the handlers in his own home.
the feather is returned with the bottle, and keigo holds out the bottle while tilting his head to eagerly lick over dabi's neck.]
[ dabi isn't sure he'd be able to tell hawks his kinks even if he wanted to. he's been through too much fucked up shit to even really know what kinks are. maybe at some point hawks will have to teach him.
he doesn't know just how much hawks is into him, because he flat out doesn't think he is, even after all of this. you can like anything when it's for a job, he tells himself, and that's all there is to it. when they fuck, they make a good pair, there's no denying that. but that's all it is. that's all it ever can be. dabi has no illusions about that.
does he want hawks, though? yeah, he does. a good hole to fuck who sometimes gets him food. who wouldn't want that? ]
I almost made ya cum, just from touchin' your wings? Damn, I'm good.
[he smirks, definitely considering just how he's gonna touch those wings later. it's almost as if hawks is giving him this ammo on purpose. maybe he really does want it to happen.
dabi pushes his fingers in deeper and deeper, so very slowly, until that feather brings him the lube and those fingers he pulls out quickly because he wants to hear hawks whine. he likes it when the stupid bird sounds so damn desperate for everything he has to give. he even warms the bottle of lube in his hand first, before dripping some down over his fingers and hawks' hole. hawks only gets a few more hard thrusts of his fingers once again, before dabi gives himself a few long strokes and teases hawks' entrance with the head of his cock.]
[keigo would perfectly and willingly introduce and share all manners of kinks to dabi, if the opportunity was presented to him. he had done his celibacy role for too long and now keigo wanted more and more of this, of dabi. although, was it truly a good idea to tell the villain he was double-crossing a clear list of his own kinks?
better yet, of playing with those kinks? it could certainly land him in hot water.
but, how can he resist when dabi gave him one hell of a ride their first time? even if up against the window, in front of the crowd of people, like a virgin sacrificed in front of a holy peer. it left him dazed for a good two days, taking every ounce of his self control to not blow up dabi's phone and demand more.
it's a shame that fucking is as good as this only could be. there could be no more in the end. hero against villain. but...it's a thought he doesn't want to dwell on. not when dabi is doing such a damn good job of fingering his hole and leaving hawks breathless.]
D-Don't let that..go to your head now.
[keigo whispers out as he rocks his hips back into dabi's touch. he's spilling more without meaning to, but he's so focused on the growing pleasure between them.
as they thrust deeper, he whines, eyes closed shut. he doesn't mean to act so wantonly. it doesn't even take much for dabi to get him like this. but, to his utter grief, those fingers are removed and keigo can't stop the way his hips thrust up or how he whines louder.]
Fucking-..shit.
[he settles off with a groan, throwing a hand over his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. he's impossibly hard between his legs, cock leaking, demanding attention. keigo is almost thankful when warm lube hits his backside and those fingers are back, stretching him so wetly this time. keigo adjusts the hand above his head next, eyes kept close, feeling the final removal of fingers to be replaced with a teasing gesture of dabi's cock. the villain doesn't sink down yet, and it aggravates the hero.
keigo forces his eyes to open and glare up at the villain from those words. his cheeks even turn a warm shade, but, oh, he desperately wanted this.]
[ Dabi is already getting to know a few of those kinks, even though this is only the second time they've been together like this. He doesn't know if Hawks is always like this, or of it's just something about being with a villain. Dabi can't imagine he's ever done so before.
That thought alone makes this even hotter. ]
Nah, I think I'm gonna let it go to my head.
[he smirks, wanting to tease Hawks relentlessly, but there's only so much he can take as well. still, the needy way Hawks' body moves for him has him pushing it just a little longer, especially once the other man starts glaring at him. he grabs one of Hawks' legs, pushing it up as the head of his cock keeps teasing his hole.]
Ah, little birdie... ya didn't say the magic word. I wanna hear ya beg for it.
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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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unfortunately, their kiss is broken and he's shoved back. keigo huffs, but doesn't fight it, noting that he'll try again soon while he presses back to the bed.
golden irises do watch with a glint at the way dabi undresses, taking in every little detail hungrily. the scars never bothered him before. no. it gives an air of danger about the man, one that gets keigo weak. he wants to ask about them, for curiosity sake rather than for business, but instead, he rests comfortably back, watching dabi climb over him.
keigo spreads his legs, hooking them around the villain, heel of his foot resting on dabi's lower back to urge the villain closer. he also presses a single hand to the back of dabi's neck, leaning up to brush his lips softly over the other man's.]
From all that damn touching on my wings. I almost fucking came in my pants.
[he's honest. although, sucking and choking also played their own roles into getting him hard before dabi's hand had been at his backside.]
But you know, your cock is fucking huge. Always stretches my mouth out and fucks my throat real good. And I need it right now, inside of me.
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but maybe hawks can pull a louder sound or two out of him, and probably another shiver. he didn't even notice the last one was brought out of him so easily.
dabi's glad hawks doesn't ask about his scars. it's not something he wants or likes to talk about. no one's ever really asked, though. they've only looked at him with disgusted lust and called him a freak. he is a freak, it's true. and he doesn't give a shit about it.
hawks is fluid with his movements, legs wrapping around. him to pull him down. dabi does exactly that, shifting closer as he moves over his body, letting the other man lead him into a kiss. it's soft, and he intends to change that, but hawks' words distract him for a moment. ]
Ya didn't want me touchin' em cause ya liked it too much??
[well that's definitely the opposite of what he thought. he thought it was something like the reason he didn't like anyone grabbing his hair. well now he only wants to grab those wings even more. so much for not giving dabi ammo, hawks.]
Ya sound real good with your throat fucked raw. Don't worry, birdie. Gonna fuck the rest'a you raw too.
[dabi leans in and kisses hawks again, grinding down against him. his own cock is already dripping with saliva and precum from all that sucking hawks did, and he has such an urge to just push right into the mischievous bird -asshole- making him think he was crossing a line with those damn wings, when all it was, was making him feel good.
he drags the head of his cock back and firth along hawks' entrance, getting it nice and wet, but instead of pushing in, he slides his fingers in instead, spreading him open.]
Kinda tired'a usin' my spit. Ya got any lube, birdie?
[he asks, but he doesn't stop pressing his fingers in, then pulls them out and does it again.]
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and maybe, he wants the villain to crave this as much as keigo was. he knows he should be careful, should maybe get a few priorities straight, but his stance on the league and the hero commission's order of him haven't changed, so what's the problem with enjoying himself? he had that right, didn't he?
it didn't matter if he was just some convenient hole to fuck. well. maybe it kind of did. he didn't want to be considered just that, but that's a dangerous territory to think about, so it was best to not lose himself there.
it doesn't change the fact that he wanted dabi to desire this as much as keigo did.
keigo feels his shoulders and wings tense when brings up the question. great. well, at least he doesn't need to explain it in detail, right? and dabi hadn't tried to touch them since. still, it's hard to not get flustered, and keigo averts his gaze.]
T-..They're sensitive. I've never came from them either.
[he doesn't bring up the fact that he almost lost control, or how desperate he was for more. no. he's already dug himself in a hole. no need to bury himself in further.
a low moan forms with a tremble down his spine and wings form at such a promise though. he needed that. needed to be fucked raw and brutal by this villain. he's craving it, desperate for it. he returns dabi's kiss instead of trying to respond between their lips, rocking his hips up to meet the grind. it's warm and teasing, not exactly what he wants, but enough to subside him.
the teasing only gets worst though, head of dabi's cock taunting his hole, spreading his precum and the leftover saliva, but not pushing in. keigo tries to urge the villain forward with the heel of his foot, yet fingers replace the bulbous tip, earning a choked sound from the hero.]
Yea-fuck..yeah.
[he stumbles over his own words as another finger spreads him open further. both not wanting to separate from dabi, and a hint of laziness, keigo uses a feather to go to his beside table, taking the practical full bottle of lube there. he never has late night visitors like dabi. it's only him here. and he refuses to ever entertain the handlers in his own home.
the feather is returned with the bottle, and keigo holds out the bottle while tilting his head to eagerly lick over dabi's neck.]
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he doesn't know just how much hawks is into him, because he flat out doesn't think he is, even after all of this. you can like anything when it's for a job, he tells himself, and that's all there is to it. when they fuck, they make a good pair, there's no denying that. but that's all it is. that's all it ever can be. dabi has no illusions about that.
does he want hawks, though? yeah, he does. a good hole to fuck who sometimes gets him food. who wouldn't want that? ]
I almost made ya cum, just from touchin' your wings? Damn, I'm good.
[he smirks, definitely considering just how he's gonna touch those wings later. it's almost as if hawks is giving him this ammo on purpose. maybe he really does want it to happen.
dabi pushes his fingers in deeper and deeper, so very slowly, until that feather brings him the lube and those fingers he pulls out quickly because he wants to hear hawks whine. he likes it when the stupid bird sounds so damn desperate for everything he has to give. he even warms the bottle of lube in his hand first, before dripping some down over his fingers and hawks' hole. hawks only gets a few more hard thrusts of his fingers once again, before dabi gives himself a few long strokes and teases hawks' entrance with the head of his cock.]
What do ya want, Hawks? I wanna hear ya say it.
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better yet, of playing with those kinks? it could certainly land him in hot water.
but, how can he resist when dabi gave him one hell of a ride their first time? even if up against the window, in front of the crowd of people, like a virgin sacrificed in front of a holy peer. it left him dazed for a good two days, taking every ounce of his self control to not blow up dabi's phone and demand more.
it's a shame that fucking is as good as this only could be. there could be no more in the end. hero against villain. but...it's a thought he doesn't want to dwell on. not when dabi is doing such a damn good job of fingering his hole and leaving hawks breathless.]
D-Don't let that..go to your head now.
[keigo whispers out as he rocks his hips back into dabi's touch. he's spilling more without meaning to, but he's so focused on the growing pleasure between them.
as they thrust deeper, he whines, eyes closed shut. he doesn't mean to act so wantonly. it doesn't even take much for dabi to get him like this. but, to his utter grief, those fingers are removed and keigo can't stop the way his hips thrust up or how he whines louder.]
Fucking-..shit.
[he settles off with a groan, throwing a hand over his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. he's impossibly hard between his legs, cock leaking, demanding attention. keigo is almost thankful when warm lube hits his backside and those fingers are back, stretching him so wetly this time. keigo adjusts the hand above his head next, eyes kept close, feeling the final removal of fingers to be replaced with a teasing gesture of dabi's cock. the villain doesn't sink down yet, and it aggravates the hero.
keigo forces his eyes to open and glare up at the villain from those words. his cheeks even turn a warm shade, but, oh, he desperately wanted this.]
Y..You. I want you to fuck me with your cock.
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That thought alone makes this even hotter. ]
Nah, I think I'm gonna let it go to my head.
[he smirks, wanting to tease Hawks relentlessly, but there's only so much he can take as well. still, the needy way Hawks' body moves for him has him pushing it just a little longer, especially once the other man starts glaring at him. he grabs one of Hawks' legs, pushing it up as the head of his cock keeps teasing his hole.]
Ah, little birdie... ya didn't say the magic word. I wanna hear ya beg for it.
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