[ 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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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.]