[ hawks sounds in this quiet room are so loud- his gasps and moans, the way his wings are trying to flutter, the slap of skin against wet skin- it's so much better than dabi ever thought it could be. he's enjoying this. he's never enjoyed anything like this before, same as hawks.
he doesn't take his eyes off of hawks until the other man is forced to look away when his back arches. dabi thrusts into him harder when the angle shifts even that little bit, his own soft groans escaping.
the slide of his hands through feathers gets such an immediate reaction that dabi's hips stutter. hawks' body tightens so hard around him that he moans, fingers curling just a bit tighter before they release and move down his back again. but he doesn't stop there. he picks up the pace again, then slides his hands up hawks' back again, and buries his fingers into the soft, downy feathers at the base of his wings, hips rocking relentlessly as he fucks into hawks. ]
[if this were anywhere else, keigo would be embarrassed. thankfully, it's just him and dabi here, all alone, in his penthouse suite. on top of his cries, the sounds of their fucking is growing. it wasn't this loud before, was it? then again, last time was in that warehouse, and he was pressed up against a window.
his thighs quiver at the pleasure that strikes him, and keigo is sure he would be hitting dabi with his wings from the intensity the man was giving him if the positions were changed.
the new angle positions fixes to where his sweet spot is hit, earning a sharp cry and tighter hold to the villain. he can barely hear dabi's own sounds, and he wishes he could shut his mouth to listen to the other man.
he can feel himself squeezing around that shaft that pierces him, and idly, he hopes it's not too much. it's hard to relax or even try to concentrate. however, feeling dabi's hand leave his wings, it gives keigo a chance to breathe, to lessen his scratching. the pace picks up, and keigo focuses on that, releasing soft moans rather than loud cries.
at least, until those same warm hands are back, going for the base of his wings, and keigo screams. his pleasure is skyrocketing, forcing the hero to release dabi's back in favor for his shoulders as he shakes his head. he's drowning fast and hard in this intense heat. it's both too much and not enough. between his legs, he knows he's leaking and wet, his cock hard.]
Y-..you're..fuck you're going..to kill me!
[he babbles out as he tries to rock his hips into dabi's thrust, his wings shuddering and also leaning into the grip at the same time.]
[ dabi sure hopes hawks' place is sound proof, cause those security guards of his might come busting in soon enough. wouldn't that be funny. well, probably not, but in theory it would be fucking hilarious.
hawks is so much louder now, but dabi likes it. he likes that he can fuck him into the mattress and not have to worry about a window holding up their weight. here he can do whatever he wants, as long as hawks lets him, and it seems like the pretty bird will let him do just about anything.
dabi is definitely rushing to that edge hard and fast, hawks tightening around him so much that he's pretty sure the other man's body is trying to suck the orgasm from him. he's almost positive hawks is gonna come right here and now, once he gets a handful of those soft feathers, but somehow even now he holds back. ]
Not gonna kill ya. Just gonna make ya come so hard you'll...
[scream? hawks is already screaming. he doesn't know how to finish that sentence so he just keeps thrusting, shifting hawks' hips up higher so he can really hit that sweet spot and finish him off. this time he really does wanna see if he can get hawks to come without even touching his cock.]
[thankfully for the both of them, his suite is sound proof. his handlers made sure of that, just to be positive none of their work left these walls. bet they never expected keigo to bring work home in this manner.
like dabi, keigo likes the way the villain fucks him. he wants more and more, to be left feeling nothing but dabi. it's bad for his job, but at that second, he couldn't give a single shit about his work. all he can think and focus on was the villain, those hot hands in his feathers, and his cock thrusting inside of him.
keigo feels himself reaching that edge. he doesn't want to cum, not yet. it feels like they just started. he wanted to make this last. however, dabi seems bound and determined to get him there fast. keigo can feel the buildup of his tears, all from this intense heat and pleasure.
his breath even hitches at dabi's declaration, although cut off as it was. he seems to understand what the villain was trying to say without admitting it, and gives a nod of his head, desiring it more than anything.
the shift of hips does angle it right in the perfect spot, dabi's cock fucking against the pleasured bundle that gets keigo to see stars immediately. again, he scratches into dabi's skin, closing his eyes tight, no longer able to fight off his release. he tries, fuck, does he try, but as soon as he hears dabi's command, he can't stop himself.]
F-Fuck! Dabi!
[he cries out, rocking his hips up just as he cums hard between their bodies. it feels so hot and insane and wet, and keigo can't stop the way he desperately clings to the villain.]
[ hawks is so stupid for bringing his work home, but at least for now he's safe with it. at least safe enough that dabi is fucking his brains out. the number two hero might have a hard time walking tomorrow, though.
dabi isn't thinking about anything else either. it's such a rare thing for that to happen that he doesn't think it's ever happened before. it's always been about endeavor, about revenge, about all the anger and hatred built up inside of him. this has nothing to do with that, at least not while they're wrapped up in each other on hawks' bed.
dabi is so deep inside hawks, seemingly getting deeper and deeper with each hard thrust. his fingers are curled so deep into hawks' feathers as well- not pulling, just teasing them relentlessly as they fuck.
it's a good thing he can't quite feel all that scratching, even though there'll be marks there later, most likely. none of that matters as hawks finally lets go, though. hawks' orgasm rocks through him, pulling at him hard with the way hawks clenches around him so hard he's nearly overwhelmed with it. he gasps, feeling hawks' come between them, and then he's crying out as well, hips stuttering as he fills him up with hot cum, finally letting go of those wings so he can grab properly at hawks' back.
he grips hard with heated fingers, thrusting deep and hard until he's done, collapsing down on top of him. ]
[keigo is pretty sure he's fucked for his relationships and intimate partners after this. how can he downgrade when he's got someone like dabi who's fucking unbelievable? he's never even allowed anyone to touch his wings without fighting it, and yet he's given into the warm fingers of this villain.
they're not rough or abusive though. they touch and tease, driving keigo absolutely crazy with lust. yeah. he's definitely fucked up.
while his orgasm has knocked the wind out of his body, he can still focus on every little bit of dabi. he's able to even catch the way the villain cries out, and keigo can't help but groan from it, holding tighter to the man while he's fucked into. it's not long before he feels the sudden rush of heat, almost burning him as he's filled with dabi's cum. keigo almost forgot about it, but he's decided he likes it in a way. it burns, yes, but the masochist in him can't resist how different and fulfilling it was.
keigo arches into dabi's touch to his back, accepting greedily, until the villain's thrusts are finished, and he's suddenly holding the collapsed man on top of him. keigo groans at that, his eyes fluttering closed while he runs a hand through dabi's hair. it feels even better than before. or maybe keigo just greedily enjoyed how much he actually relished in the wings being touched intimately.]
Fuck.
[he groans out after catching his breath. dabi really was unbelievably talented.]
[ dabi's never even considered a relationship or an intimate partner like this, so he's not sure if he's fucked, or pretty damn lucky. this is it for him, and it's pretty damn good.
he feels hawks' body tighten around him one last time as he comes, knowing how intense the heat is- but hawks seems to take it either way, his body seemingly pulling him in more and more until he's done.
and then even once he collapses on top of hawks, the heroes hands are still all over him, a gentle hand moving through his hair as the rest of him wraps around him. he lets out a satisfied hum, his own hands sliding up into hawks' hair, nuzzling into his neck.
after sex has always been violent for dabi in the past, but it's not that way with hawks. he gets to just lay here and bask in it, so he does. he hasn't felt this good since... well, the last time they fucked. he thinks maybe he could get used to this. ]
Yeah... fuck.
[he murmurs, not feeling the need to move just yet. not even a little bit. it's a rare thing, but he's feeling it.]
[if keigo didn't think he could find anything more perfect than this, dabi comes to add more by way of combing a hand through his hair with the nuzzling at his neck. it's hard to not selfishly lean into it, giving a breathless sigh.
he's generally not one for post intercourse cuddling, but then again, he also never enjoyed sex this much either. keigo greedily wants to stay there, basking in the heat of dabi's body and the lull of his release.
keigo comes to tilt his head, nosing into dabi's hair, a small chuckle escaping to the villain's words.
he's not ready to move or leave. hell, he'd be tempted to ask dabi to stay the rest of the night, but that might seem too needy in their business-pleasure relationship. he just didn't want to leave this at all. it really was a shame that he's a hero and dabi a villain.]
[ it really is a damn shame that hawks is a hero and dabi is a villain, though they aren't doing very well at treating it that way right now. but maybe at least for right now that's okay. it doesn't change anything.
dabi figures he should probably be uncomfortable with how okay this is. how comforting it is- but he can't be bothered to feel that way. is this what sex is supposed to feel like? is this what being with another person actually is? those are the thoughts he's swept up in at the moment, while his brain lazily comes back to him.
he lets out a soft hum at that chuckle, and he knows he shouldn't do this, especially now that they're done fucking, but he lifts his head a bit to trail kisses up hawks' neck, then along his jaw until he can lift his head up enough to kiss the other man- slow, deep and blissed out. ]
[a part of keigo is a little nervous that dabi would leave immediately, now that they've finished. and he knows he shouldn't get so wrapped up in all of this. but, he tells himself, he's not. he just likes the warmth of dabi's body against him after such a damn intense fucking.
the trail of kisses almost catches him off guard that keigo feels his wings tremble and a soft moan slip out of his mouth. the lips are trailing up, and keigo is sure he stops breathing as warmth settles in on his chest and stomach. then, to his amusement and enjoyment, lips come over his and keigo greedily returns it, just as lull and slow.
it has to be one of their laziest kisses, without the bite of growing passion and fierceness. and, the longer they kiss, the more keigo believes he could very well get used to something like this. as he drags a tongue over dabi's bottom lip, keigo comes to caress the dark hair, fingers massaging against the villain's scalp.]
[ hawks shouldn't get too attached- he'll be leaving soon enough- but he needs to catch his breath first. he doesn't exactly have the best stamina despite the intense fucking. maybe it's a bit of that, and also really just the fact that he's never had it like this before. he meant it when he told hawks that he's never had sex for stress relief or anything of that sort.
it's easy to get sucked into it when it's not tearing him apart
plus hawks is so pliant as he kisses back, dabi kinda likes that too. it's definitely too slow and far too soft. dabi's head is still buzzing with pleasure. he only breaks the kiss so he can catch his breath again, and then he drops his head back down against hawks' shoulder. he can't believe he's in a pro-hero's bed.
that's the thought that gets him moving, letting out a long breath as he pulls out of hawks so he can roll off of him, and wipes hawks' cum off hist stomach with the sheets. ]
Think you're gonna have trouble walkin' tomorrow, birdie.
[he smirks, reaching out to ruffle hawks' feathers before he climbs off of the bed to look for his clothes.]
[he knows he shouldn't get too attached, but dabi makes it difficult. well, he'll tell himself he's not getting attached. it was just a way for both of them to enjoy themselves, right? nothing more.
still, the way they kiss is almost enough to get keigo wanting to roll them over and trying to tempt dabi into another round. he's exhausted, sure, but he can make it work. his stamina wasn't too bad. however, as soon as the kiss breaks, he can feel dabi moving. keigo remains on the bed momentarily, groaning as dabi's cock leaves his body. his hole twitches, probably dripping the villain's cum onto his sheets.]
Good thing I got wings to-hey!
[he huffs immediately when fingers come to graze his feathers, earning a fluster from the hero, while his wings tremble. he quickly tries to calm them down while rolling over. still though, they're spread open, demanding more attention that keigo refuses to indulge.]
[ staying to fuck again would definitely be tempting, but they've already spent the night texting and fucking. they've spent a lot of time on each other tonight, with no intel or secret alley meetings to blame.
it's already getting too dangerous.
it's even more tempting when he finds his underwear and yanks it on, yet looks over to see hawks rolling over, ass on full display with those big red wings fanning out so beautifully, and his cum dripping onto the sheets. it's really not fucking fair.
but he keeps getting dressed. ]
Do ya always cum so hard without your dick bein' touched, just from someone touchin' your wings?
[as soon as he peels himself off the bed, his wings somewhat tamed from their neediness, he looks over to the villain. it's almost unfair that dabi is getting dressed, but he didn't expect anything more. still, there's a fascination there about it, dabi looking striking as he dresses.
keigo is almost too far engrossed in the display that he almost misses the question.
naturally, it gets him flustered, keigo trying hard to keep his cheeks from warming while his wings spread out in indignation.]
I-I don't know. It's not like everyone is touching them.
[he tries to remain cool, despite the embarrassment running through his veins.]
Oh right. Ya said ya never came from gettin' em touched before.
[he was mid getting a blowjob so it's hazy, but he does remember hawks mentioning that before. he smirks, looking real smug about it as he pulls his shirt on and lets it hang on him however it falls.]
Didja like it?
[from the way hawks was writhing and moaning, he imagines very much yes, but he still wants to hear it- especially cause he can see hawks getting all flustered even now. that's a pretty decent look on a the bird as well.]
Bet you're gonna be thinkin' about it every time ya touch yourself now.
[keigo nods his head to confirm at first, but then dabi looks all too smug while he's getting dressed. it's suddenly unfair, with keigo wishing nothing more than for the villain to feel this flustered that he did.
still, he tries to save face, grabbing for his pants first to pull on quickly. they're left unbuttoned and unzipped. keigo had every intention of getting himself cleaned of dabi's mess inside of him as soon as the villain left.]
O-Of course I liked it.
[there's no way to deny it either. he screamed so loud his voice would be hoarse within a few hours. that, and the way dabi fucked it earlier.
despite how desperate keigo was about trying to remain calm, his cheeks are warming and his wings are ruffled from the taunting. he looks away in his growing embarrassment.]
What makes you think I'll touch myself?
[his voice almost cracks. it's such a lie though. how could he not want to touch himself after that mind-blowing session? he was going to feel dabi's hands, mouth, and cock for weeks.]
You're the greedy one who just decided to touch them without permission. You're lucky it wasn't outside of sex.
[ the whole display in front of him only makes dabi feel even more smug. hawks is messy and flustered and dabi can't imagine even the best actor could fake all of this so convincingly. there was no way for hawks to hide just how much he liked it. ]
Why wouldn't ya touch yourself??
[he snorts softly and grabs for his hoodie, yanking it on before he buckles his belt and checks his pockets for all his shit. he'll be needing a pain pill soon for sure. that was a lot of heavy fucking. but he'll be fine until he gets out of here, at least.]
Greedy? I was doin' it for you birdbrain. Ya had the time'a your life just now, admit it. Got no reason to touch 'em outside a sex except for burnin' 'em off.
[lest hawks forget who he's dealing with here. ]
Ya don't gotta walk me out or anythin'. I can see myself out.
[if he was still in bed, keigo would be burying his face in a pillow. if only he could wipe that smug look off the villain's features.]
Well I don't need to touch my wings to get off.
[although, he's pretty positive he could just touch his wings alone to pull an orgasm from him. it'd be so easy to imagine they're dabi's hands on him too.]
Sure, yeah, whatever.
[he waves off the villain, still huffing, but hiding the small displeasure of dabi actually leaving. there was nothing more to this, so no point in getting the villain to remain there.]
[ it's a weird way to leave things, but it's not his problem hawks is getting so flustered after they just fucked so hard. ]
Didn't say ya did. Just said you'd be thinkin' about it.
[he shrugs, eying hawks just standing there being weird and waving him off. yeah, this is definitely awkward now and he's not about that. ]
Text me when ya got more info.
[because really, they should just get back to what they're both supposed to be here for. an exchange of information for the league. dabi probably could have gotten more shit out of hawks tonight, but it's best to just get out of here now. with one last look, he turns and leaves, resisting the urge to snoop through hawks' penthouse on the way out.]
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he doesn't take his eyes off of hawks until the other man is forced to look away when his back arches. dabi thrusts into him harder when the angle shifts even that little bit, his own soft groans escaping.
the slide of his hands through feathers gets such an immediate reaction that dabi's hips stutter. hawks' body tightens so hard around him that he moans, fingers curling just a bit tighter before they release and move down his back again. but he doesn't stop there. he picks up the pace again, then slides his hands up hawks' back again, and buries his fingers into the soft, downy feathers at the base of his wings, hips rocking relentlessly as he fucks into hawks. ]
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his thighs quiver at the pleasure that strikes him, and keigo is sure he would be hitting dabi with his wings from the intensity the man was giving him if the positions were changed.
the new angle positions fixes to where his sweet spot is hit, earning a sharp cry and tighter hold to the villain. he can barely hear dabi's own sounds, and he wishes he could shut his mouth to listen to the other man.
he can feel himself squeezing around that shaft that pierces him, and idly, he hopes it's not too much. it's hard to relax or even try to concentrate. however, feeling dabi's hand leave his wings, it gives keigo a chance to breathe, to lessen his scratching. the pace picks up, and keigo focuses on that, releasing soft moans rather than loud cries.
at least, until those same warm hands are back, going for the base of his wings, and keigo screams. his pleasure is skyrocketing, forcing the hero to release dabi's back in favor for his shoulders as he shakes his head. he's drowning fast and hard in this intense heat. it's both too much and not enough. between his legs, he knows he's leaking and wet, his cock hard.]
Y-..you're..fuck you're going..to kill me!
[he babbles out as he tries to rock his hips into dabi's thrust, his wings shuddering and also leaning into the grip at the same time.]
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hawks is so much louder now, but dabi likes it. he likes that he can fuck him into the mattress and not have to worry about a window holding up their weight. here he can do whatever he wants, as long as hawks lets him, and it seems like the pretty bird will let him do just about anything.
dabi is definitely rushing to that edge hard and fast, hawks tightening around him so much that he's pretty sure the other man's body is trying to suck the orgasm from him. he's almost positive hawks is gonna come right here and now, once he gets a handful of those soft feathers, but somehow even now he holds back. ]
Not gonna kill ya. Just gonna make ya come so hard you'll...
[scream? hawks is already screaming. he doesn't know how to finish that sentence so he just keeps thrusting, shifting hawks' hips up higher so he can really hit that sweet spot and finish him off. this time he really does wanna see if he can get hawks to come without even touching his cock.]
Fuck.... Come on, pretty bird. Come for me.
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like dabi, keigo likes the way the villain fucks him. he wants more and more, to be left feeling nothing but dabi. it's bad for his job, but at that second, he couldn't give a single shit about his work. all he can think and focus on was the villain, those hot hands in his feathers, and his cock thrusting inside of him.
keigo feels himself reaching that edge. he doesn't want to cum, not yet. it feels like they just started. he wanted to make this last. however, dabi seems bound and determined to get him there fast. keigo can feel the buildup of his tears, all from this intense heat and pleasure.
his breath even hitches at dabi's declaration, although cut off as it was. he seems to understand what the villain was trying to say without admitting it, and gives a nod of his head, desiring it more than anything.
the shift of hips does angle it right in the perfect spot, dabi's cock fucking against the pleasured bundle that gets keigo to see stars immediately. again, he scratches into dabi's skin, closing his eyes tight, no longer able to fight off his release. he tries, fuck, does he try, but as soon as he hears dabi's command, he can't stop himself.]
F-Fuck! Dabi!
[he cries out, rocking his hips up just as he cums hard between their bodies. it feels so hot and insane and wet, and keigo can't stop the way he desperately clings to the villain.]
Oh god, oh god!
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dabi isn't thinking about anything else either. it's such a rare thing for that to happen that he doesn't think it's ever happened before. it's always been about endeavor, about revenge, about all the anger and hatred built up inside of him. this has nothing to do with that, at least not while they're wrapped up in each other on hawks' bed.
dabi is so deep inside hawks, seemingly getting deeper and deeper with each hard thrust. his fingers are curled so deep into hawks' feathers as well- not pulling, just teasing them relentlessly as they fuck.
it's a good thing he can't quite feel all that scratching, even though there'll be marks there later, most likely. none of that matters as hawks finally lets go, though. hawks' orgasm rocks through him, pulling at him hard with the way hawks clenches around him so hard he's nearly overwhelmed with it. he gasps, feeling hawks' come between them, and then he's crying out as well, hips stuttering as he fills him up with hot cum, finally letting go of those wings so he can grab properly at hawks' back.
he grips hard with heated fingers, thrusting deep and hard until he's done, collapsing down on top of him. ]
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they're not rough or abusive though. they touch and tease, driving keigo absolutely crazy with lust. yeah. he's definitely fucked up.
while his orgasm has knocked the wind out of his body, he can still focus on every little bit of dabi. he's able to even catch the way the villain cries out, and keigo can't help but groan from it, holding tighter to the man while he's fucked into. it's not long before he feels the sudden rush of heat, almost burning him as he's filled with dabi's cum. keigo almost forgot about it, but he's decided he likes it in a way. it burns, yes, but the masochist in him can't resist how different and fulfilling it was.
keigo arches into dabi's touch to his back, accepting greedily, until the villain's thrusts are finished, and he's suddenly holding the collapsed man on top of him. keigo groans at that, his eyes fluttering closed while he runs a hand through dabi's hair. it feels even better than before. or maybe keigo just greedily enjoyed how much he actually relished in the wings being touched intimately.]
Fuck.
[he groans out after catching his breath. dabi really was unbelievably talented.]
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he feels hawks' body tighten around him one last time as he comes, knowing how intense the heat is- but hawks seems to take it either way, his body seemingly pulling him in more and more until he's done.
and then even once he collapses on top of hawks, the heroes hands are still all over him, a gentle hand moving through his hair as the rest of him wraps around him. he lets out a satisfied hum, his own hands sliding up into hawks' hair, nuzzling into his neck.
after sex has always been violent for dabi in the past, but it's not that way with hawks. he gets to just lay here and bask in it, so he does. he hasn't felt this good since... well, the last time they fucked. he thinks maybe he could get used to this. ]
Yeah... fuck.
[he murmurs, not feeling the need to move just yet. not even a little bit. it's a rare thing, but he's feeling it.]
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he's generally not one for post intercourse cuddling, but then again, he also never enjoyed sex this much either. keigo greedily wants to stay there, basking in the heat of dabi's body and the lull of his release.
keigo comes to tilt his head, nosing into dabi's hair, a small chuckle escaping to the villain's words.
he's not ready to move or leave. hell, he'd be tempted to ask dabi to stay the rest of the night, but that might seem too needy in their business-pleasure relationship. he just didn't want to leave this at all. it really was a shame that he's a hero and dabi a villain.]
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dabi figures he should probably be uncomfortable with how okay this is. how comforting it is- but he can't be bothered to feel that way. is this what sex is supposed to feel like? is this what being with another person actually is? those are the thoughts he's swept up in at the moment, while his brain lazily comes back to him.
he lets out a soft hum at that chuckle, and he knows he shouldn't do this, especially now that they're done fucking, but he lifts his head a bit to trail kisses up hawks' neck, then along his jaw until he can lift his head up enough to kiss the other man- slow, deep and blissed out. ]
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the trail of kisses almost catches him off guard that keigo feels his wings tremble and a soft moan slip out of his mouth. the lips are trailing up, and keigo is sure he stops breathing as warmth settles in on his chest and stomach. then, to his amusement and enjoyment, lips come over his and keigo greedily returns it, just as lull and slow.
it has to be one of their laziest kisses, without the bite of growing passion and fierceness. and, the longer they kiss, the more keigo believes he could very well get used to something like this. as he drags a tongue over dabi's bottom lip, keigo comes to caress the dark hair, fingers massaging against the villain's scalp.]
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it's easy to get sucked into it when it's not tearing him apart
plus hawks is so pliant as he kisses back, dabi kinda likes that too. it's definitely too slow and far too soft. dabi's head is still buzzing with pleasure. he only breaks the kiss so he can catch his breath again, and then he drops his head back down against hawks' shoulder. he can't believe he's in a pro-hero's bed.
that's the thought that gets him moving, letting out a long breath as he pulls out of hawks so he can roll off of him, and wipes hawks' cum off hist stomach with the sheets. ]
Think you're gonna have trouble walkin' tomorrow, birdie.
[he smirks, reaching out to ruffle hawks' feathers before he climbs off of the bed to look for his clothes.]
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still, the way they kiss is almost enough to get keigo wanting to roll them over and trying to tempt dabi into another round. he's exhausted, sure, but he can make it work. his stamina wasn't too bad. however, as soon as the kiss breaks, he can feel dabi moving. keigo remains on the bed momentarily, groaning as dabi's cock leaves his body. his hole twitches, probably dripping the villain's cum onto his sheets.]
Good thing I got wings to-hey!
[he huffs immediately when fingers come to graze his feathers, earning a fluster from the hero, while his wings tremble. he quickly tries to calm them down while rolling over. still though, they're spread open, demanding more attention that keigo refuses to indulge.]
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it's already getting too dangerous.
it's even more tempting when he finds his underwear and yanks it on, yet looks over to see hawks rolling over, ass on full display with those big red wings fanning out so beautifully, and his cum dripping onto the sheets. it's really not fucking fair.
but he keeps getting dressed. ]
Do ya always cum so hard without your dick bein' touched, just from someone touchin' your wings?
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keigo is almost too far engrossed in the display that he almost misses the question.
naturally, it gets him flustered, keigo trying hard to keep his cheeks from warming while his wings spread out in indignation.]
I-I don't know. It's not like everyone is touching them.
[he tries to remain cool, despite the embarrassment running through his veins.]
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[he was mid getting a blowjob so it's hazy, but he does remember hawks mentioning that before. he smirks, looking real smug about it as he pulls his shirt on and lets it hang on him however it falls.]
Didja like it?
[from the way hawks was writhing and moaning, he imagines very much yes, but he still wants to hear it- especially cause he can see hawks getting all flustered even now. that's a pretty decent look on a the bird as well.]
Bet you're gonna be thinkin' about it every time ya touch yourself now.
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still, he tries to save face, grabbing for his pants first to pull on quickly. they're left unbuttoned and unzipped. keigo had every intention of getting himself cleaned of dabi's mess inside of him as soon as the villain left.]
O-Of course I liked it.
[there's no way to deny it either. he screamed so loud his voice would be hoarse within a few hours. that, and the way dabi fucked it earlier.
despite how desperate keigo was about trying to remain calm, his cheeks are warming and his wings are ruffled from the taunting. he looks away in his growing embarrassment.]
What makes you think I'll touch myself?
[his voice almost cracks. it's such a lie though. how could he not want to touch himself after that mind-blowing session? he was going to feel dabi's hands, mouth, and cock for weeks.]
You're the greedy one who just decided to touch them without permission. You're lucky it wasn't outside of sex.
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Why wouldn't ya touch yourself??
[he snorts softly and grabs for his hoodie, yanking it on before he buckles his belt and checks his pockets for all his shit. he'll be needing a pain pill soon for sure. that was a lot of heavy fucking. but he'll be fine until he gets out of here, at least.]
Greedy? I was doin' it for you birdbrain. Ya had the time'a your life just now, admit it. Got no reason to touch 'em outside a sex except for burnin' 'em off.
[lest hawks forget who he's dealing with here. ]
Ya don't gotta walk me out or anythin'. I can see myself out.
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Well I don't need to touch my wings to get off.
[although, he's pretty positive he could just touch his wings alone to pull an orgasm from him. it'd be so easy to imagine they're dabi's hands on him too.]
Sure, yeah, whatever.
[he waves off the villain, still huffing, but hiding the small displeasure of dabi actually leaving. there was nothing more to this, so no point in getting the villain to remain there.]
Text you later, hot stuff.
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Didn't say ya did. Just said you'd be thinkin' about it.
[he shrugs, eying hawks just standing there being weird and waving him off. yeah, this is definitely awkward now and he's not about that. ]
Text me when ya got more info.
[because really, they should just get back to what they're both supposed to be here for. an exchange of information for the league. dabi probably could have gotten more shit out of hawks tonight, but it's best to just get out of here now. with one last look, he turns and leaves, resisting the urge to snoop through hawks' penthouse on the way out.]