[ dabi has a feeling that hawks is embarrassed, but his feathers don't show it this time. they are doing nothing more than fluff and spread for his fingers as he warms and dries them off.
he knows he's crossing a line here once again, but maybe it'll be different this time. he's so full of maybes now- a far contrast from his usual no. but hawks feels so nice against him right now. so comfortable in a way that most things in his life aren't. even those familiar sounds and the way hawks leans into them... it's all comfortable and leaves him wanting more.
when hawks' legs open, dabi takes that as an invitation and permission to keep going. he lets his hand slide over the growing bulge in hawks' pants, rubbing at him while he lets out a low hum. ]
Pretty bird.
[he practically coos, urging hawks to lean further back against him.]
[never before has keigo felt like a bird and dabi a cat playing with it's food. how is it that they were just in a silent agreement that this is to remain business only, yet they're falling right back into it? keigo knows he's misses it though. he can't be bothered to date or even fuck around on the side because all his desire is for this man behind him. even touching himself late at night is full of old memories of the two of them together.
now, it's like they haven't left this, and keigo is more than welcome to accept it back. or, take it at face value that this is the one exception. whatever this is, he sincerely hopes dabi doesn't tease and leave him hanging. that might just break him apart. or, get his feathers very irritated at the villain.
a hand comes to fly up to cover his mouth as soon as warm fingers caress over his growing erection. to top it off, dabi says those simple little words that make keigo cry out behind his hand. he's urged to lean back, and keigo greedily goes with it, closing his eyes tight as he welcomes any and all touches. fuck. he's missed this so much.]
D-Dabi..
[keigo slips out between his fingers, feeling like it's been a century since the villain has touched him like this. he tries to get a handle on his own body. he really does. but he can't stop himself, can't resist dabi when all he's been desiring is this and even his wings betray the hero, fluttering and welcoming any touches themselves. he was so fucked.]
[For Dabi it feels very different. nothing about this feels like he's playing around at all, but maybe that's his problem. it feels like something completely different and that's why he's fighting it so damn hard.
he doesn't even think about being with anyone else. he never has, not like this. no matter how much he wants to keep it business only, how can he resist? even after all this fighting, when there are moments like this, how can he resist?
he remembers just how much he likes the way hawks responds to him- the touches, the pet names, all of it.
his fingers smooth out ruffled feathers, his other hand pressing more urgently at Hawks' growing erection, but he wants more. he's always felt a little more confident when messing up his pretty little bird.]
More?
[he asks, even thought hawks has fully spread his legs for him, but he wants to hear it as his hand drags up to the waistband of the other man's pants, waiting for permission to open them up.]
[it's practically hot and cold between them. they can fight and argue, but then they're back like this. keigo can't say he minds, although he could do without the week-long silence they tended to get into.
he selfishly...just wants more. of these moments. of the gentle teasing. of the pet names.
dabi always seems to know how to touch him, how to make the hero turn into putty. in all of keigo's experience with sex, it's never like this. at all. it's one of the reasons why his handlers aren't aware of this relationship between them.
he can feel a curse at his lips from the growing pleasure as dabi is insistent to his touch, grazing the hidden erection that presses impossibly hard to keigo's pants. whether out of embarrassment or trying to grind and get more attention there, the hero squeezes his thighs briefly around dabi's hand, hips rocking up the best they can. he's so hard and needy, so much that he almost misses the question.
keigo nods his head eagerly, forcing his legs back open. he needs it. he needs dabi.]
Please.
[he's able to beg in a quiet voice, coming to move the fingers of his mouth a little lower, just so he can nip at them instead. his eyes are trained on dabi's hand though, oh so close to getting further and touching him the way keigo desires.]
[ the week long silence is such a stupid, stubborn thing for both of them, but dabi always feels like he needs it to clear his head. it's like that in all aspects of his life. sometimes he just needs some space. because he was never allowed to take any before.
he bites back a soft chuckle at the way hawks' legs tighten back around him again and rock against his hand, just trying to get any friction they can, but at his words they just fall back open again.
dabi likes this very much.
he's very quick about getting hawks' pants open, even with one hand- and then that hand is even quicker at pushing into hawks' underwear, warm hands finally sliding over hawks' length, grasping it in his hand. it feels so much warmer than the rest of hawks, even with his heated hand. it feels perfect, even if it's just a cock in his hand.]
Aw fuck... ya feel so good.
[he breathes out against the back of hawks' ear before he can stop himself, nuzzling into his hair as he starts stroking him. ]
[keigo is literately a toy for dabi to play with, because the hero doesn't dare move against any of this. he wants to be played with, to have his former, or maybe current, lover to take him apart at the seams, piece by piece.
his face only gets hotter as those fingers oh so easily open up his pants, knowing exactly what to do and quick. he's not waiting long at all either, because dabi comes to reach inside and wrap around keigo's hard cock. it's so hot too. a hiccup escapes his breath and he rests his head on dabi's shoulder with a small cry and rock of his hips.]
Gods, Dabi...!
[keigo moans, head tilting, greedily accepting the way he's nuzzled at his hair. he's so eager to receive any sort of affectionate gesture, hell, any gesture from dabi. the villain could spit on him and keigo would thank him.]
[ dabi doesn't want to play with a toy. he wants to feel hawks in his arms, responding to the pleasure he's giving him. it's not even about himself right now at all, which may really be a first for him.
he smirks a bit when hawks' head falls back onto his shoulder and he rocks his hips. dabi follows the motion, stroking languidly with each small rock of hips, his thumb presses along the sensitive spots he's come to know. ]
That's right, pretty bird. So good. Told ya I'd warm ya right up.
[dabi tilts his head down to hawks' exposed neck and kisses at it, nipping softly until he finds that perfectly sensitive spot just next to his ear and starts sucking as his thumb runs over the head of hawks' cock, sliding pre-cum back and forth to aid him.]
[briefly, keigo is coming to realize how rare it is to have dabi's hand on his cock. he can maybe count the times on one hand, and yet, dabi knows just where to touch to get the hero trembling. he's so accustomed to being used by the villain's dick instead that this change of pace isn't so bad. as long as it was dabi though, keigo doesn't mind what was done to his body.
he just needed touches like this, to have that filthy mouth keep whispering in his ear.
and fuck does dabi provide. even comes to use the nickname that makes keigo weak in the knees. good thing he wasn't on them.
whines and praises are pulled so easily from keigo's mouth, head tilted while greedily accepting the soft bite to the sensitive part at his ear. his thighs are trying to squeeze shut again the more his pleasure rises in all of this.]
F-Fuck me! Gods, Dabi-..I..Fuck!
[keigo babbles around his hand, eyes shutting closed tightly as he cries with each stroke. it's pulsing between his legs, precum making a mess probably. he was going completely insane!]
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he knows he's crossing a line here once again, but maybe it'll be different this time. he's so full of maybes now- a far contrast from his usual no. but hawks feels so nice against him right now. so comfortable in a way that most things in his life aren't. even those familiar sounds and the way hawks leans into them... it's all comfortable and leaves him wanting more.
when hawks' legs open, dabi takes that as an invitation and permission to keep going. he lets his hand slide over the growing bulge in hawks' pants, rubbing at him while he lets out a low hum. ]
Pretty bird.
[he practically coos, urging hawks to lean further back against him.]
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now, it's like they haven't left this, and keigo is more than welcome to accept it back. or, take it at face value that this is the one exception. whatever this is, he sincerely hopes dabi doesn't tease and leave him hanging. that might just break him apart. or, get his feathers very irritated at the villain.
a hand comes to fly up to cover his mouth as soon as warm fingers caress over his growing erection. to top it off, dabi says those simple little words that make keigo cry out behind his hand. he's urged to lean back, and keigo greedily goes with it, closing his eyes tight as he welcomes any and all touches. fuck. he's missed this so much.]
D-Dabi..
[keigo slips out between his fingers, feeling like it's been a century since the villain has touched him like this. he tries to get a handle on his own body. he really does. but he can't stop himself, can't resist dabi when all he's been desiring is this and even his wings betray the hero, fluttering and welcoming any touches themselves. he was so fucked.]
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he doesn't even think about being with anyone else. he never has, not like this. no matter how much he wants to keep it business only, how can he resist? even after all this fighting, when there are moments like this, how can he resist?
he remembers just how much he likes the way hawks responds to him- the touches, the pet names, all of it.
his fingers smooth out ruffled feathers, his other hand pressing more urgently at Hawks' growing erection, but he wants more. he's always felt a little more confident when messing up his pretty little bird.]
More?
[he asks, even thought hawks has fully spread his legs for him, but he wants to hear it as his hand drags up to the waistband of the other man's pants, waiting for permission to open them up.]
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he selfishly...just wants more. of these moments. of the gentle teasing. of the pet names.
dabi always seems to know how to touch him, how to make the hero turn into putty. in all of keigo's experience with sex, it's never like this. at all. it's one of the reasons why his handlers aren't aware of this relationship between them.
he can feel a curse at his lips from the growing pleasure as dabi is insistent to his touch, grazing the hidden erection that presses impossibly hard to keigo's pants. whether out of embarrassment or trying to grind and get more attention there, the hero squeezes his thighs briefly around dabi's hand, hips rocking up the best they can. he's so hard and needy, so much that he almost misses the question.
keigo nods his head eagerly, forcing his legs back open. he needs it. he needs dabi.]
Please.
[he's able to beg in a quiet voice, coming to move the fingers of his mouth a little lower, just so he can nip at them instead. his eyes are trained on dabi's hand though, oh so close to getting further and touching him the way keigo desires.]
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he bites back a soft chuckle at the way hawks' legs tighten back around him again and rock against his hand, just trying to get any friction they can, but at his words they just fall back open again.
dabi likes this very much.
he's very quick about getting hawks' pants open, even with one hand- and then that hand is even quicker at pushing into hawks' underwear, warm hands finally sliding over hawks' length, grasping it in his hand. it feels so much warmer than the rest of hawks, even with his heated hand. it feels perfect, even if it's just a cock in his hand.]
Aw fuck... ya feel so good.
[he breathes out against the back of hawks' ear before he can stop himself, nuzzling into his hair as he starts stroking him. ]
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his face only gets hotter as those fingers oh so easily open up his pants, knowing exactly what to do and quick. he's not waiting long at all either, because dabi comes to reach inside and wrap around keigo's hard cock. it's so hot too. a hiccup escapes his breath and he rests his head on dabi's shoulder with a small cry and rock of his hips.]
Gods, Dabi...!
[keigo moans, head tilting, greedily accepting the way he's nuzzled at his hair. he's so eager to receive any sort of affectionate gesture, hell, any gesture from dabi. the villain could spit on him and keigo would thank him.]
Your hand, f-fuck-! So good!
[definitely far better than his own.]
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he smirks a bit when hawks' head falls back onto his shoulder and he rocks his hips. dabi follows the motion, stroking languidly with each small rock of hips, his thumb presses along the sensitive spots he's come to know. ]
That's right, pretty bird. So good. Told ya I'd warm ya right up.
[dabi tilts his head down to hawks' exposed neck and kisses at it, nipping softly until he finds that perfectly sensitive spot just next to his ear and starts sucking as his thumb runs over the head of hawks' cock, sliding pre-cum back and forth to aid him.]
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he just needed touches like this, to have that filthy mouth keep whispering in his ear.
and fuck does dabi provide. even comes to use the nickname that makes keigo weak in the knees. good thing he wasn't on them.
whines and praises are pulled so easily from keigo's mouth, head tilted while greedily accepting the soft bite to the sensitive part at his ear. his thighs are trying to squeeze shut again the more his pleasure rises in all of this.]
F-Fuck me! Gods, Dabi-..I..Fuck!
[keigo babbles around his hand, eyes shutting closed tightly as he cries with each stroke. it's pulsing between his legs, precum making a mess probably. he was going completely insane!]