[keigo does his best to keep his body from not reacting at his favorite nickname, but even then, his breath hitches and his wings tremble. he swallows, pretty positive that his heart was going to leap right out of his chest at this rate.]
Don't sell yourself so short there, hotshot.
[he recovers with, forgetting how good dabi was at flirting. gods. he's had plenty of people try to worm their way to his heart or bed, but only dabi has come to make him this weak. maybe it's from the growth of their relationship, but even still, the villain had such a strong way of getting keigo trembling with words alone.
even with the roasted chicken reference, it feels more like playful words than a threat. he offers a smile though, with a light flush dusting his cheeks as he ruffles dabi's hair with his feathers.]
I'm sure you do.
[gods. maybe it's molt making him feel this way, but he feels like just the simplest little pretty remark is enough to get him all warm and fuzzy. he wants nothing more than to beg to hear these words over and over until his molt is here.]
Pretty, huh?
[keigo teases, not resisting trying to get a little more compliments thrown his way. honestly though, he doubts it'll work. dabi wasn't one to be so easily swayed into giving out his compliments.
the scowl he receives for the pat gets a light laugh from keigo. due to his relaxed position, he ends up coming to curl the wing around dabi's body after.]
Yep. You're the only one I give the real charms to.
[ dabi's new favorite thing has been getting hawks' wings to tremble like that, in reaction to his words. he wonders if those wings react to everyone like that, but he remembers hawks telling him that his wings are partial to him somehow. he's not sure if he fully believes it, but he wants to. ]
Oh yeah? Am I everthin' you could possibly want?
[ he's teasing, because he can't imagine that to be true. he's not sure what hawks sees in him at all, but he'll take it, even if he knows this is a bad idea. it won't end well for either of them, and yet he can't seem to back off.
he even lets hawks tease him with his feathers in his hair. yeah, they're definitely flirting. dabi wants to blame it on the alcohol, and he even takes another very long sip of beer, but even to himself it seems silly now.]
Yeah, pretty full'a yourself. Bet you're the worst kinda mornin' person.
[ he has to recover from all the compliments and flirting somehow. he can't be a completely romantic sap. that would definitely kill his image.
but when hawks' wing comes to curl around him, he can't help but shift closer. he leans forward, pressing his lips against hawks's- just a slow and indulgent kiss, tongue licking into his mouth to deepen it for a moment before he pulls back. ]
Good, cause if ya ever kissed anyone else like this, I'd kill 'em.
[keigo's wings are an extension of his own emotions, a traitor at times when he tries to keep certain feelings under lock and key. as of now, dabi is one of the few who can get them to react, and the only to get them trembling from desire and pleasure. of course, dabi is also the only one who was greedy enough to touch them greedily. not that keigo minds. he's been addicted from day one when the villain took a handful without permission.]
I mean, I do want to give you a stone.
[he shoots a grin. honestly, if dabi wasn't a villain, this would be entirely perfect. they could be seen in public together. although, that also meant tabloids getting into dabi's business too, and given the man's anger, it's probably best for the reporters to keep away. maybe after this is all over, once the villain can free him of these chains, he could properly show dabi just how much the means to the hero.
when the villain doesn't seem to mind the touch to his hair, keigo keeps at it until the feathers just rest over dabi's shoulder to hold the other male firmly. keigo can't help himself though. he likes touching dabi, even if not sexual. if scars didn't cover a majority of the villain's skin, keigo would greedily leave a handful of marks of his own to prove to everyone around that dabi was taken.]
Woooow! I'm so offended. I'm the best type of morning person.
[he laughs, not surprised that the compliments turned into that. but, he likes that about dabi too. of course, he doesn't want to prove to the villain how much of a not-morning person he was. without coffee, he was completely irritable and clingy to anything warm.
his laughing comes to die down when dabi is suddenly closer, and keigo looks to the villain with warmth in his eyes. he tilts his head and comes to meet dabi's lips, breath stilling with just how slow the kiss comes to be. instinctively, he parts his lips, keigo licking against the adventurous tongue.
it pulls a soft sound out of the hero when dabi breaks it.]
[ those wings really are traitors, giving everything away. it's helpful to dabi in so many ways. he can see the lies, the fakeness. he can see the sincerity and the truth. and really, dabi likes to just run his fingers through those wings. ]
Yeah, ya do wanna gimme a stone.
[ he grins right back. and maybe something like that doesn't mean much to most people, or maybe they'd think hawks was weird for it... but dabi likes it. he wants it. it's more than he's ever had, especially from a lover. hell, he can't even call anyone else before hawks a lover. they were all just garbage abusers that he tolerated just to survive.
maybe that's why he's so attached... but it feels cheap to attribute it just to that, too.
in another life, maybe if dabi wasn't a villain, this would be perfect. but this is all they have, and for now at least, that has to be good enough. ]
Bullshit, birdie. I can tell right away that ya ain't a mornin' person, and you're an absolute brat.
[ completely irritable and clingy to anything warm... if dabi ever stuck around, that might actually work out well.
the kiss is short, but deep, and dabi means every bit of it. the soft sound hawks lets out when they break- it makes dabi want to lean in and kiss him again, but he waits. ]
Guess that means you're mine, pretty bird. All mine.
[sometimes, it's great to have these wings to express to dabi what he's feeling. even if they're his traitors at times. keigo does try hard to admit his own emotions out loud when he can, just so he's not lying like he's promised not to do any longer.
and, like dabi, he also likes the way the villain touches his wings. addicted to it, even. just like he was to the pretty words that make him incredibly weak.
his wings flutter in excitement at dabi's statement, the hero's own grin remaining on his features as well. it makes him happy that dabi is so willingly and wanting to accept the stone. he almost regrets not heading home to pick it up first, just so he could go ahead and hand it over. the anticipation was going to wind up destroying him at this rate.
even with dabi as a villain, it's definitely more than enough for keigo. maybe after his handlers are gone, once and for all, they could go far, far away and not look back. it's a selfish thought, but keigo likes to pretend.
whether it's the molt again or his own weakness to the words and phrases, but keigo can't even stop how his face warms up incredibly bright at such a simple notion of being called a brat. he quickly tries to recover, using his feathers to brush over dabi's face while his gloved hand scratches his own cheek.]
I'm so not a brat.
[did he really have a kink to being degraded like that? maybe. he also had one over being praised too. a bad mixture when he just wants to pounce on his villain. yet, at the same time, he doesn't want to ruin this nice moment between them either, just because his molt and arousal want to make their appearance.
but he really just wants to kiss dabi until they're both breathless. to climb into the villain's lap and rock his hips and relieve the pressure between his legs.
especially as dabi comes to say such pretty words that makes keigo even weaker. he squeezes his legs together, biting back the warmth that fills there while drinking down some more beer quickly. when he feels he has better control of his own body, he nods his head, lips quirked to an honest smile around the rim of the can of beer.]
[ maybe it would do them both some good if dabi had something like that too- something to help him explain his emotions, or what he really means. they have so many issues with that at times.
luckily not tonight, though, and maybe it's because dabi is a little more relaxed. maybe he just wants to let himself indulge in something good tonight, after the shitty day he's had. he's glad they're here though, and didn't run off to hawks' penthouse just yet. he wants to learn about hawks in a different way than usual tonight. ]
Yeah, ya totally are. Probably the biggest one I've ever seen.
[ he swats at hawks' feathers, but he doesn't try very hard. he likes all the feather action, especially when it's flirty. dabi does notice hawks pressing his knees together and taking a long sip of his beer, and god, he fucking loves that he has that kind of instantaneous effect on him.
even if it only has to do with hawks being close to his molt, he likes it.
he glances around, then downs the rest of his beer and finishes up the sweets in his hand, then reaches out to tug on those bright red feathers. ]
Alright, pretty bird. Ya been such an angel, I'll let ya sit on my lap now.
[they definitely have more than a few issues when it comes to dabi and his emotions, but keigo likes to think he's gotten better at how to handle it. of course, he's no expert, and he understands that the villain needs his time to cool down. he does try his best nonetheless.
thankfully though, tonight isn't a night they're having to fight through the torrent of dabi's anger. it's practically perfect right then, relaxing and speaking what was on their minds. or, in keigo's case, having the time of his life while also suffering through a coming molt thanks to dabi's words and actions.]
Am not!
[even that sounded bratty coming out of his mouth. keigo isn't sure if dabi is just humoring him here or playing along. he doesn't mind though, considering how much of a grand time he's having.
they fall into a comfortable silence for a bit, and it gives the hero time to finish off his beer. thoughts of responsibilities are out of his mind, and all keigo can see and focus on is dabi and his feelings for the villain.
suddenly though, he does feel the pull of his feather, and keigo shivers in pleasure, finding the motion incredibly arousing. before he can question the villain's motives, dabi comes to say such words, and keigo doesn't even really process them before he's using his wings and feet to twist his body so he's planting himself right on the villain's lap, fingers digging into the other's shoulders. honestly, it takes every ounce of whatever patience he has left to not try and bite and leave a variety of marks over dabi's visible skin.]
D-Dabi, you're going to bring my molt on if you keep up like this...
[ dabi doesn't think of his issues as issues, but he's never actually cared about them before either. he's never had to because he doesn't give a shit if anyone likes him or not.
except now maybe he does. just a little bit.
dabi snorts at hawks' refusal to admit he's a brat, and he gives him a very knowing look. ]
That was a real bratty tone, birdie.
[ he could tease hawks like this forever, because he knows hawks isn't actually getting offended anyway. it's all in good fun.
he lazily grabs another beer as he watches hawks move, but he doesn't even have a chance to open it before the birdie's climbing into his lap. it makes him smirk, setting the beer aside so he can slide his hands up his thighs. but then he stops, tilting his head a bit as he watches those golden eyes. ]
[on the bright side to dabi's issues, keigo doesn't run off when he's on the receiving end of them. sure, he gives the villain his space and time to cool down, but he also always comes back to him. kind of like a moth to a flame.
when given the knowing look, keigo flusters, and pretends he didn't see it.]
It just slipped out.
[dabi really is stroking his desires here, whether or not the villain means to. after his molt, he might find himself a bit embarrassed over his actions for the evening, but at least dabi isn't shoving him away.
especially here, on the villain's lap, where keigo has made himself quite comfortable. his golden eyes are filled with lust and desire, warmth over how he feels towards the villain he sits on.]
In my state, I don't think I can ask you to stop.
[but, he can definitely stop if dabi asks him to do so. he'll always stop for dabi.]
[ it's a terrible thing, the way they fight, but maybe it's the only way for them. maybe eventually dabi will learn, especially if he has some guidance.
all this flustering is getting dabi a bit flustered too... but he's used to his heat coming on when he's emotional- it's just usually emotional in a different kind of way. this is far from anger, though. ]
S'okay... I like it.
[ he does, actually. he likes that hawks doesn't always just take his shit. he's definitely a bratty little bird when he wants to be.
in his lap though, hawks is less bratty and more lustful, it seems. he does pause at those words, eying hawks curiously. ]
But it wouldn't be a good thing just yet, right? Ya said it's still a but away? I don't want shit to happen if ya ain't ready. We can stop.
[ he never meant to care... but he thinks he actually does. ]
[keigo would be more than happy to guide dabi through his anger. perhaps after they're done with their own personal matters they can run away together, and just be...there, for each other. keigo would do anything just for that.]
I like it too.
[he responds with while chewing on his bottom lip. it's a bit embarrassing to admit to the degrading kink a bit, but with dabi, he always feels welcomed to say things he wouldn't normally admit to.
maybe when his molt isn't around the corner he could be a little more bratty for dabi. it's just so incredibly difficult now. he wants nothing more than to get them naked and give dabi a ride he wouldn't forget.]
If you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll always stop for you, Dabi.
[keigo can't exactly think straight, but he can hold tight to this promise. it's taking all his control though, his wings fluttering in need, the hero's body warmer than normal. it's true that his molt is coming in fast, and that might have something to do with his feelings for dabi. he hasn't even shed his feathers, but there's an itchy feeling there, so it might be coming in the next few days.
keigo doesn't think of any of that. he just focuses solely on dabi and the warmth that surrounds his body.]
[ dabi can't even fathom running away from this. he can't even fathom that any of this will end well. he's just here in the moment, getting what he can from hawks. at first it was for the league. now? it's mostly for himself, even if he tries to deny it. ]
Good thing ya always do it then.
[ the bratty part. the degradation part? he doesn't know so much about when it comes to hawks. it's not like he ever really says those kinds of things to him, especially because he's called hawks a slut in a pretty shitty way before. dabi really would rather just call him a pretty bird... but if hawks wanted it, he'd probably do it.
for now, though, it's strange to be in this position. hawks has been going on about his molt and how he gets, and how it's not for another week or two... but if dabi is like this with him, then what? is it going to go into overdrive? are his handlers going to be pissed? dabi thinks maybe he should find out when hawks has a clearer head. he doesn't want this night to end badly. ]
Think we should stop, then. I want ya to be able to think straight. I feel like ya weren't ready for this tonight.. and uh... you should probably tell me more too, yeah? C'mon, birdie. We can take this party back to your place now.
[but it's so fun and easy to be a brat to dabi. maybe more so if he's teased or punished sexually for it. but that's a discussion for another day, when his mind wasn't so muddy with desire for the villain.
they certainly would need to talk briefly about the degradation kink though. hawks only enjoys it for sex, hating if it's used as an insult. he never wants to hear dabi call him such awful terms in an argument again. it always cuts deeper than it should, all because of his affection to this villain.
and, if he's being honest, he prefers praises more than all. pretty bird was his favorite, of course.
later on, keigo will be grateful for dabi pushing for them to stop here, given if the hero went into his molt, it'd be near impossible to get him home to be comfortable. plus, he'd prefer to shed the old feathers before indulging in the sexual part that follows, rather than experiencing both at the same time. it just wasn't a pleasant feeling when his old feathers were fully removed.
it's not what he thinks currently though, giving a whine as he leans down to nuzzle dabi's neck affectionately.]
You're so warm.
[he hums, breathing in the scent of the villain. between dabi's words and the little sanity he has left, keigo does force himself to stand up on shaky legs, wings curling around his body.]
I'm sorry for ruining the night. I had fun with you here.
[too much fun, considering that his molt wanted to come a week or two early.]
[ maybe they can talk about all of these things, which is kinda something dabi actually wants to do. they fight and fuck a lot, but more than that always seemed too hard... maybe that'll change over time, just like it is now.
for now, though, dabi isn't going to push anything but to stop, because he doesn't want to fuck this up. he doesn't want to end up like that guy who hawks almost tore to pieces either, even though hawks said that probably wouldn't happen with him.
dabi wonders, though- if they keep on like this, with hawks' molt come on early anyway? he wants to ask if that's ever happened before, but then hawks is nuzzling into his neck and dabi bites back a moan, because that's the last thng they need. ]
I'm also hot.
[ he jokes lamely, but at least hawks is climbing off his lap now and dabi can push himself up as well, grabbing their leftover beer and snacks. ]
Ya didn't ruin the night, birdie. Ya should've seen the shit night I was havin' before this. Anyways, I wanna see your stones'n ya gotta tell me more stuff. Kay?
[there's plenty to explain to dabi, and keigo knows he needs to do it. hopefully the time it takes to head back to his penthouse will be enough to clear his head up. so long as they don't raise up his arousal too much.
he cracks a smile at dabi's joke, and finds himself affectionately tapping the villain's head with a wing.
leaning down, keigo helps to gather some of their supplies, sneaking to take a cigarette too. it should help to calm him a bit down.]
Well, I'm glad I didn't ruin it then.
[he says while bumping his shoulder into dabi playfully. he comes to hold out the cigarette next, silently asking for a light.]
Hm, where should I start about the molting? Anything you're curious about?
[ maybe a cool down is all they need- or all hawks needs, anyway. he doesn't want to make this harder on him. he knows how self conscious hawks was about it before, and how damn apologetic... dabi doesn't want that. things are actually good right now.
he reaches out and lights the cigarette with his finger, then snags one for himself and does the same, then starts to walk, assuming hawks will start leading them in the right direction. ]
Has your molt ever come early before?
[ he figures he might as well ask that first since he was curious about it. ]
Also, uh... what do I do with your wings? There's prolly a process, right?
[quietly, keigo is happy that he's getting to cool down. he knows a part of him is disappointed that he can't scratch that itch, but that's just his desires talking. he really needed to chill it down though. the last thing he needs is embarrassing either him or dabi because he can't get a hold of his own molt.
once the cigarette is lit, keigo breathes it in immediately. the action helps to calm his nerves, and the hero starts to relax.]
Early? Well, when I was younger, I guess. About fifteen it settled down.
[but hormones definitely made it a hassle. now though, he can't blame his early molt on teenage hormones. just on his budding desires towards dabi.]
Oh! Yeah, it's a bit of a process. Need to remove the old feathers if there's any left. Then, when the new ones come in, you preen and oil them. Preening might take awhile though. That's, uhh..when I'm the horniest.
[ dabi is pretty sure that getting drunk in a parking lot isn't helping hawks with control either, but... he just wanted to have a little fun. it's no harm, right? and they're not that drunk. he wonders though, if it's going to be like this for the next week or so.
is he supposed to keep his hands off of hawks all this time just so his molt doesn't come early? maybe he should ask that too. ]
So it ain't a thing that usually happens. So if ya keep gettin' horny, it could happen, though?
[ listen, dabi has no issue talking about horniness, even if hawks is self conscious about it. dabi doesn't want him to be. maybe hawks' handlers are shitty to him about this, but he doesn't want to be. villain or not, hawks... he means something to dabi, whether he wants to fully admit it or not. ]
Do your old feathers just kinda fall off, or do ya gotta do that part that too?
[while definitely not the best recipe to assist in keeping himself under control, the drinking in the parking lot was far more fun than he ever expected it to be. it was incredibly relaxing and nice just chatting away with the villain, without any sort of thought or care of the world around them.
don't get him wrong, the sex with dabi was phenomenal, but just these moments together also had their own way of being fun.]
Yeah, really helps to ruffle the feathers, you know?
[he tries to laugh it off, shooting a grin before returning the cigarette to mouth and breathing in the nicotine again.]
When I know a molt is coming along, I try to busy myself by working a shit ton of overtime. It keeps my mind occupied, and well, I do take off about two weeks of work for it too. I don't think it's been this extreme though.
[dabi's fault, perhaps? well, not exactly dabi's fault. his desire for the villain definitely don't help matters though.
at least dabi makes it easy for the hero to discuss these horny and intimate feelings tied together with his quirk.]
Sometimes they fall off. About seventy-five percent of the time they do. The others don't, and it hurts a lot. I might be beg you to burn them, just with how painful it is.
[ it's hard for dabi to get out of his head most of the time. to get away from this revenge plot of his and just be. he was able to do that tonight, somehow. hawks is a damn good distraction.
so, feather ruffling. not a good thing right now. ]
Guess I gotta keep my hands off'a you until it's time. Wouldn't wanna prematurely ruffle ya.
[ he smirks, because he can't help himself. that part might be harder than the two weeks hawks is trying to explain to him. sounds harder to stay away than to be stuck at hawks' penthouse for weeks.
he hopes the league won't need him for shit, but... they'll just have to make due. it's taken them this long to get their shit together. they can wait a little while longer. ]
When they don't fall off, can't ya just work them off? They're ready to come off anyways, ain't that the point?
[ or maybe hawks just hasn't had anyone to help him get them off before. ]
Gonna be incredibly hard when I like you touching me.
[keigo flirts with a wink before he tries to calm his nature down. gods. he really doesn't mind the idea of an early molt if it meant getting those hands on him though.
it's going to be hard waiting for dabi until his molt arrived, that's for sure. at this rate, he was going to be counting the days down. or begging for the villain to just help him along and get it started. hopefully dabi has better resolve than keigo did.
no matter what though, it was going to be worth it to have the villain with him for two weeks, working him through this insane molt.]
It's kind of like pulling off a bandaid or removing a splinter. Needs to be done quickly. They can only be removed by plucking them out, or destroying them singularly.
Yeah... you're tellin' me. Gonna be hard to keep my hands off'a you too.
[ it really is going to be hard. this is what hawks should have warned him about more than anything! and is it really going to be up to him of all people to have better resolve?? to behave?
man, this part he definitely didn't sign up for.
but shit. he'll do it if he really has to. ]
So... if they don't come out... I gotta do that? Pluck 'em out?
[ he doesn't want to ask twenty questions, but hawks is making it hard. he wishes he would just tell him all of it in one go. everything he's going to need to do, and all the things on teh side, too. he has no idea what he's getting into, but hawks has done this all his life. ]
Help me out here, Hawks. Just tell me everythin' I gotta do when I stay with ya.
[he's not sure why he offers it, when he should be agreeing to keep their hands to themselves. definitely the molt talking here. it was going to be completely miserable without dabi's hot hands on him!
he just needs to tell himself that the two weeks of having the villain completely to himself would make it worthwhile. keigo could play the waiting game, right?]
Pluck or burn them, if you can concentrate your fire enough to not burn me in the process.
[would burning hurt more in that area than plucking? he's not sure entirely. it's not like he invited endeavor, the only other fire-quirk user he knew, to help him through a molt. that would be entirely embarrassing, and unprofessional.
keigo finds his lips quirking in amusement though, at dabi's following response.]
Here, take one of my feathers.
[two pull from his wings, one to his hand, the other in front of dabi's face. it was going to be difficult to withstand this but-]
I'll show you how to preen 'em. I don't got the oil on me, but a few drops go a long way. I'll give you some to have on you when you come to my place later on. You'll coat your hands with it, then with each new feather, you'll massage the oil to it. And, you just stroke the feather like this.
[he massages along the plume, focusing at the soft edges until he words to the middle. once reaching the stem, he gives it a more firmer squeeze, going from the base to the tip. even in his own grip, it's incredibly hard to not just boner right here.]
Just basically work your way in to spread the oil, and then focus on the center.
Which wouldn't be good, right? Ya gotta prepare for that shit.
[ that's what hawks said before. he has to prepare, and his asshole handlers have to prepare for it too. he doesn't want to get hawks in trouble either. plus, they might get suspicious as to why his molt is coming so early? dabi wouldn't put it past those fuckers. ]
I ain't burnin' your feathers, Hawks. I can concentrate, but not... not like that. Fuck.
[ he used to threaten hawks with it all the time... but this is different. he can't believe the other man is actually telling him he could possibly burn his feathers. yeah, that's definitely telling of what his mental state during a molt is like. dabi wonders if he's cut out for this.
but... he wants to try. he wants to do this. so he takes the feather that hawks holds out to him, and then he watches really intently. like more than he's ever watched anything in his life.... and then he tries to do the same with the feather hawks just gave to him. ]
I guess I do. I need to get enough food and maybe more blankets. Oh, and you should bring some extra shirts of yours.
[he’s glad to have dabi to keep him straight and in order. but, it sure is tempting to just keep the villain at his home and start this molt early.]
Any food or groceries you want me to grab for you?
[it’s the least he can offer. the villain was going to be a literal savior here.
a warm smile does take to his lips at dabi’s concerned words. he wasn’t sure if the villain would have agreed to burning, but it really was for the best. keigo was naturally sensitive to fire, given his quirk.]
Then plucking. Once they’re all plucked, spread that oil all over my back. It’ll reduce the pain.
[and should keep the new feathers from coming in strangely.
dabi is quite the fast learner. he doesn’t seem to struggle with the feather. keigo doesn’t even need to watch, can completely feel how the villain works the feather.
unfortunately, it does get a quiet whine from the hero, who tries to cover it with a gloved hand.]
T-That’s great, Dabi. The preening will take several days to do. I’ll probably be begging for sex over and over. Touching the feathers only makes me worst. I might be too focused on sex and forget to eat or drink, so I’m leaving you in charge of making sure I don’t dehydrate or starve.
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Don't sell yourself so short there, hotshot.
[he recovers with, forgetting how good dabi was at flirting. gods. he's had plenty of people try to worm their way to his heart or bed, but only dabi has come to make him this weak. maybe it's from the growth of their relationship, but even still, the villain had such a strong way of getting keigo trembling with words alone.
even with the roasted chicken reference, it feels more like playful words than a threat. he offers a smile though, with a light flush dusting his cheeks as he ruffles dabi's hair with his feathers.]
I'm sure you do.
[gods. maybe it's molt making him feel this way, but he feels like just the simplest little pretty remark is enough to get him all warm and fuzzy. he wants nothing more than to beg to hear these words over and over until his molt is here.]
Pretty, huh?
[keigo teases, not resisting trying to get a little more compliments thrown his way. honestly though, he doubts it'll work. dabi wasn't one to be so easily swayed into giving out his compliments.
the scowl he receives for the pat gets a light laugh from keigo. due to his relaxed position, he ends up coming to curl the wing around dabi's body after.]
Yep. You're the only one I give the real charms to.
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Oh yeah? Am I everthin' you could possibly want?
[ he's teasing, because he can't imagine that to be true. he's not sure what hawks sees in him at all, but he'll take it, even if he knows this is a bad idea. it won't end well for either of them, and yet he can't seem to back off.
he even lets hawks tease him with his feathers in his hair. yeah, they're definitely flirting. dabi wants to blame it on the alcohol, and he even takes another very long sip of beer, but even to himself it seems silly now.]
Yeah, pretty full'a yourself. Bet you're the worst kinda mornin' person.
[ he has to recover from all the compliments and flirting somehow. he can't be a completely romantic sap. that would definitely kill his image.
but when hawks' wing comes to curl around him, he can't help but shift closer. he leans forward, pressing his lips against hawks's- just a slow and indulgent kiss, tongue licking into his mouth to deepen it for a moment before he pulls back. ]
Good, cause if ya ever kissed anyone else like this, I'd kill 'em.
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I mean, I do want to give you a stone.
[he shoots a grin. honestly, if dabi wasn't a villain, this would be entirely perfect. they could be seen in public together. although, that also meant tabloids getting into dabi's business too, and given the man's anger, it's probably best for the reporters to keep away. maybe after this is all over, once the villain can free him of these chains, he could properly show dabi just how much the means to the hero.
when the villain doesn't seem to mind the touch to his hair, keigo keeps at it until the feathers just rest over dabi's shoulder to hold the other male firmly. keigo can't help himself though. he likes touching dabi, even if not sexual. if scars didn't cover a majority of the villain's skin, keigo would greedily leave a handful of marks of his own to prove to everyone around that dabi was taken.]
Woooow! I'm so offended. I'm the best type of morning person.
[he laughs, not surprised that the compliments turned into that. but, he likes that about dabi too. of course, he doesn't want to prove to the villain how much of a not-morning person he was. without coffee, he was completely irritable and clingy to anything warm.
his laughing comes to die down when dabi is suddenly closer, and keigo looks to the villain with warmth in his eyes. he tilts his head and comes to meet dabi's lips, breath stilling with just how slow the kiss comes to be. instinctively, he parts his lips, keigo licking against the adventurous tongue.
it pulls a soft sound out of the hero when dabi breaks it.]
I never would.
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Yeah, ya do wanna gimme a stone.
[ he grins right back. and maybe something like that doesn't mean much to most people, or maybe they'd think hawks was weird for it... but dabi likes it. he wants it. it's more than he's ever had, especially from a lover. hell, he can't even call anyone else before hawks a lover. they were all just garbage abusers that he tolerated just to survive.
maybe that's why he's so attached... but it feels cheap to attribute it just to that, too.
in another life, maybe if dabi wasn't a villain, this would be perfect. but this is all they have, and for now at least, that has to be good enough. ]
Bullshit, birdie. I can tell right away that ya ain't a mornin' person, and you're an absolute brat.
[ completely irritable and clingy to anything warm... if dabi ever stuck around, that might actually work out well.
the kiss is short, but deep, and dabi means every bit of it. the soft sound hawks lets out when they break- it makes dabi want to lean in and kiss him again, but he waits. ]
Guess that means you're mine, pretty bird. All mine.
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and, like dabi, he also likes the way the villain touches his wings. addicted to it, even. just like he was to the pretty words that make him incredibly weak.
his wings flutter in excitement at dabi's statement, the hero's own grin remaining on his features as well. it makes him happy that dabi is so willingly and wanting to accept the stone. he almost regrets not heading home to pick it up first, just so he could go ahead and hand it over. the anticipation was going to wind up destroying him at this rate.
even with dabi as a villain, it's definitely more than enough for keigo. maybe after his handlers are gone, once and for all, they could go far, far away and not look back. it's a selfish thought, but keigo likes to pretend.
whether it's the molt again or his own weakness to the words and phrases, but keigo can't even stop how his face warms up incredibly bright at such a simple notion of being called a brat. he quickly tries to recover, using his feathers to brush over dabi's face while his gloved hand scratches his own cheek.]
I'm so not a brat.
[did he really have a kink to being degraded like that? maybe. he also had one over being praised too. a bad mixture when he just wants to pounce on his villain. yet, at the same time, he doesn't want to ruin this nice moment between them either, just because his molt and arousal want to make their appearance.
but he really just wants to kiss dabi until they're both breathless. to climb into the villain's lap and rock his hips and relieve the pressure between his legs.
especially as dabi comes to say such pretty words that makes keigo even weaker. he squeezes his legs together, biting back the warmth that fills there while drinking down some more beer quickly. when he feels he has better control of his own body, he nods his head, lips quirked to an honest smile around the rim of the can of beer.]
All yours.
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luckily not tonight, though, and maybe it's because dabi is a little more relaxed. maybe he just wants to let himself indulge in something good tonight, after the shitty day he's had. he's glad they're here though, and didn't run off to hawks' penthouse just yet. he wants to learn about hawks in a different way than usual tonight. ]
Yeah, ya totally are. Probably the biggest one I've ever seen.
[ he swats at hawks' feathers, but he doesn't try very hard. he likes all the feather action, especially when it's flirty. dabi does notice hawks pressing his knees together and taking a long sip of his beer, and god, he fucking loves that he has that kind of instantaneous effect on him.
even if it only has to do with hawks being close to his molt, he likes it.
he glances around, then downs the rest of his beer and finishes up the sweets in his hand, then reaches out to tug on those bright red feathers. ]
Alright, pretty bird. Ya been such an angel, I'll let ya sit on my lap now.
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thankfully though, tonight isn't a night they're having to fight through the torrent of dabi's anger. it's practically perfect right then, relaxing and speaking what was on their minds. or, in keigo's case, having the time of his life while also suffering through a coming molt thanks to dabi's words and actions.]
Am not!
[even that sounded bratty coming out of his mouth. keigo isn't sure if dabi is just humoring him here or playing along. he doesn't mind though, considering how much of a grand time he's having.
they fall into a comfortable silence for a bit, and it gives the hero time to finish off his beer. thoughts of responsibilities are out of his mind, and all keigo can see and focus on is dabi and his feelings for the villain.
suddenly though, he does feel the pull of his feather, and keigo shivers in pleasure, finding the motion incredibly arousing. before he can question the villain's motives, dabi comes to say such words, and keigo doesn't even really process them before he's using his wings and feet to twist his body so he's planting himself right on the villain's lap, fingers digging into the other's shoulders. honestly, it takes every ounce of whatever patience he has left to not try and bite and leave a variety of marks over dabi's visible skin.]
D-Dabi, you're going to bring my molt on if you keep up like this...
[especially if he uses the term angel again.]
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except now maybe he does. just a little bit.
dabi snorts at hawks' refusal to admit he's a brat, and he gives him a very knowing look. ]
That was a real bratty tone, birdie.
[ he could tease hawks like this forever, because he knows hawks isn't actually getting offended anyway. it's all in good fun.
he lazily grabs another beer as he watches hawks move, but he doesn't even have a chance to open it before the birdie's climbing into his lap. it makes him smirk, setting the beer aside so he can slide his hands up his thighs. but then he stops, tilting his head a bit as he watches those golden eyes. ]
Is that really gonna happen? Should I stop?
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when given the knowing look, keigo flusters, and pretends he didn't see it.]
It just slipped out.
[dabi really is stroking his desires here, whether or not the villain means to. after his molt, he might find himself a bit embarrassed over his actions for the evening, but at least dabi isn't shoving him away.
especially here, on the villain's lap, where keigo has made himself quite comfortable. his golden eyes are filled with lust and desire, warmth over how he feels towards the villain he sits on.]
In my state, I don't think I can ask you to stop.
[but, he can definitely stop if dabi asks him to do so. he'll always stop for dabi.]
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all this flustering is getting dabi a bit flustered too... but he's used to his heat coming on when he's emotional- it's just usually emotional in a different kind of way. this is far from anger, though. ]
S'okay... I like it.
[ he does, actually. he likes that hawks doesn't always just take his shit. he's definitely a bratty little bird when he wants to be.
in his lap though, hawks is less bratty and more lustful, it seems. he does pause at those words, eying hawks curiously. ]
But it wouldn't be a good thing just yet, right? Ya said it's still a but away? I don't want shit to happen if ya ain't ready. We can stop.
[ he never meant to care... but he thinks he actually does. ]
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I like it too.
[he responds with while chewing on his bottom lip. it's a bit embarrassing to admit to the degrading kink a bit, but with dabi, he always feels welcomed to say things he wouldn't normally admit to.
maybe when his molt isn't around the corner he could be a little more bratty for dabi. it's just so incredibly difficult now. he wants nothing more than to get them naked and give dabi a ride he wouldn't forget.]
If you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll always stop for you, Dabi.
[keigo can't exactly think straight, but he can hold tight to this promise. it's taking all his control though, his wings fluttering in need, the hero's body warmer than normal. it's true that his molt is coming in fast, and that might have something to do with his feelings for dabi. he hasn't even shed his feathers, but there's an itchy feeling there, so it might be coming in the next few days.
keigo doesn't think of any of that. he just focuses solely on dabi and the warmth that surrounds his body.]
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Good thing ya always do it then.
[ the bratty part. the degradation part? he doesn't know so much about when it comes to hawks. it's not like he ever really says those kinds of things to him, especially because he's called hawks a slut in a pretty shitty way before. dabi really would rather just call him a pretty bird... but if hawks wanted it, he'd probably do it.
for now, though, it's strange to be in this position. hawks has been going on about his molt and how he gets, and how it's not for another week or two... but if dabi is like this with him, then what? is it going to go into overdrive? are his handlers going to be pissed? dabi thinks maybe he should find out when hawks has a clearer head. he doesn't want this night to end badly. ]
Think we should stop, then. I want ya to be able to think straight. I feel like ya weren't ready for this tonight.. and uh... you should probably tell me more too, yeah? C'mon, birdie. We can take this party back to your place now.
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[but it's so fun and easy to be a brat to dabi. maybe more so if he's teased or punished sexually for it. but that's a discussion for another day, when his mind wasn't so muddy with desire for the villain.
they certainly would need to talk briefly about the degradation kink though. hawks only enjoys it for sex, hating if it's used as an insult. he never wants to hear dabi call him such awful terms in an argument again. it always cuts deeper than it should, all because of his affection to this villain.
and, if he's being honest, he prefers praises more than all. pretty bird was his favorite, of course.
later on, keigo will be grateful for dabi pushing for them to stop here, given if the hero went into his molt, it'd be near impossible to get him home to be comfortable. plus, he'd prefer to shed the old feathers before indulging in the sexual part that follows, rather than experiencing both at the same time. it just wasn't a pleasant feeling when his old feathers were fully removed.
it's not what he thinks currently though, giving a whine as he leans down to nuzzle dabi's neck affectionately.]
You're so warm.
[he hums, breathing in the scent of the villain. between dabi's words and the little sanity he has left, keigo does force himself to stand up on shaky legs, wings curling around his body.]
I'm sorry for ruining the night. I had fun with you here.
[too much fun, considering that his molt wanted to come a week or two early.]
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for now, though, dabi isn't going to push anything but to stop, because he doesn't want to fuck this up. he doesn't want to end up like that guy who hawks almost tore to pieces either, even though hawks said that probably wouldn't happen with him.
dabi wonders, though- if they keep on like this, with hawks' molt come on early anyway? he wants to ask if that's ever happened before, but then hawks is nuzzling into his neck and dabi bites back a moan, because that's the last thng they need. ]
I'm also hot.
[ he jokes lamely, but at least hawks is climbing off his lap now and dabi can push himself up as well, grabbing their leftover beer and snacks. ]
Ya didn't ruin the night, birdie. Ya should've seen the shit night I was havin' before this. Anyways, I wanna see your stones'n ya gotta tell me more stuff. Kay?
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he cracks a smile at dabi's joke, and finds himself affectionately tapping the villain's head with a wing.
leaning down, keigo helps to gather some of their supplies, sneaking to take a cigarette too. it should help to calm him a bit down.]
Well, I'm glad I didn't ruin it then.
[he says while bumping his shoulder into dabi playfully. he comes to hold out the cigarette next, silently asking for a light.]
Hm, where should I start about the molting? Anything you're curious about?
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he reaches out and lights the cigarette with his finger, then snags one for himself and does the same, then starts to walk, assuming hawks will start leading them in the right direction. ]
Has your molt ever come early before?
[ he figures he might as well ask that first since he was curious about it. ]
Also, uh... what do I do with your wings? There's prolly a process, right?
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once the cigarette is lit, keigo breathes it in immediately. the action helps to calm his nerves, and the hero starts to relax.]
Early? Well, when I was younger, I guess. About fifteen it settled down.
[but hormones definitely made it a hassle. now though, he can't blame his early molt on teenage hormones. just on his budding desires towards dabi.]
Oh! Yeah, it's a bit of a process. Need to remove the old feathers if there's any left. Then, when the new ones come in, you preen and oil them. Preening might take awhile though. That's, uhh..when I'm the horniest.
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is he supposed to keep his hands off of hawks all this time just so his molt doesn't come early? maybe he should ask that too. ]
So it ain't a thing that usually happens. So if ya keep gettin' horny, it could happen, though?
[ listen, dabi has no issue talking about horniness, even if hawks is self conscious about it. dabi doesn't want him to be. maybe hawks' handlers are shitty to him about this, but he doesn't want to be. villain or not, hawks... he means something to dabi, whether he wants to fully admit it or not. ]
Do your old feathers just kinda fall off, or do ya gotta do that part that too?
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don't get him wrong, the sex with dabi was phenomenal, but just these moments together also had their own way of being fun.]
Yeah, really helps to ruffle the feathers, you know?
[he tries to laugh it off, shooting a grin before returning the cigarette to mouth and breathing in the nicotine again.]
When I know a molt is coming along, I try to busy myself by working a shit ton of overtime. It keeps my mind occupied, and well, I do take off about two weeks of work for it too. I don't think it's been this extreme though.
[dabi's fault, perhaps? well, not exactly dabi's fault. his desire for the villain definitely don't help matters though.
at least dabi makes it easy for the hero to discuss these horny and intimate feelings tied together with his quirk.]
Sometimes they fall off. About seventy-five percent of the time they do. The others don't, and it hurts a lot. I might be beg you to burn them, just with how painful it is.
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so, feather ruffling. not a good thing right now. ]
Guess I gotta keep my hands off'a you until it's time. Wouldn't wanna prematurely ruffle ya.
[ he smirks, because he can't help himself. that part might be harder than the two weeks hawks is trying to explain to him. sounds harder to stay away than to be stuck at hawks' penthouse for weeks.
he hopes the league won't need him for shit, but... they'll just have to make due. it's taken them this long to get their shit together. they can wait a little while longer. ]
When they don't fall off, can't ya just work them off? They're ready to come off anyways, ain't that the point?
[ or maybe hawks just hasn't had anyone to help him get them off before. ]
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[keigo flirts with a wink before he tries to calm his nature down. gods. he really doesn't mind the idea of an early molt if it meant getting those hands on him though.
it's going to be hard waiting for dabi until his molt arrived, that's for sure. at this rate, he was going to be counting the days down. or begging for the villain to just help him along and get it started. hopefully dabi has better resolve than keigo did.
no matter what though, it was going to be worth it to have the villain with him for two weeks, working him through this insane molt.]
It's kind of like pulling off a bandaid or removing a splinter. Needs to be done quickly. They can only be removed by plucking them out, or destroying them singularly.
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[ it really is going to be hard. this is what hawks should have warned him about more than anything! and is it really going to be up to him of all people to have better resolve?? to behave?
man, this part he definitely didn't sign up for.
but shit. he'll do it if he really has to. ]
So... if they don't come out... I gotta do that? Pluck 'em out?
[ he doesn't want to ask twenty questions, but hawks is making it hard. he wishes he would just tell him all of it in one go. everything he's going to need to do, and all the things on teh side, too. he has no idea what he's getting into, but hawks has done this all his life. ]
Help me out here, Hawks. Just tell me everythin' I gotta do when I stay with ya.
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[he's not sure why he offers it, when he should be agreeing to keep their hands to themselves. definitely the molt talking here. it was going to be completely miserable without dabi's hot hands on him!
he just needs to tell himself that the two weeks of having the villain completely to himself would make it worthwhile. keigo could play the waiting game, right?]
Pluck or burn them, if you can concentrate your fire enough to not burn me in the process.
[would burning hurt more in that area than plucking? he's not sure entirely. it's not like he invited endeavor, the only other fire-quirk user he knew, to help him through a molt. that would be entirely embarrassing, and unprofessional.
keigo finds his lips quirking in amusement though, at dabi's following response.]
Here, take one of my feathers.
[two pull from his wings, one to his hand, the other in front of dabi's face. it was going to be difficult to withstand this but-]
I'll show you how to preen 'em. I don't got the oil on me, but a few drops go a long way. I'll give you some to have on you when you come to my place later on. You'll coat your hands with it, then with each new feather, you'll massage the oil to it. And, you just stroke the feather like this.
[he massages along the plume, focusing at the soft edges until he words to the middle. once reaching the stem, he gives it a more firmer squeeze, going from the base to the tip. even in his own grip, it's incredibly hard to not just boner right here.]
Just basically work your way in to spread the oil, and then focus on the center.
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[ that's what hawks said before. he has to prepare, and his asshole handlers have to prepare for it too. he doesn't want to get hawks in trouble either. plus, they might get suspicious as to why his molt is coming so early? dabi wouldn't put it past those fuckers. ]
I ain't burnin' your feathers, Hawks. I can concentrate, but not... not like that. Fuck.
[ he used to threaten hawks with it all the time... but this is different. he can't believe the other man is actually telling him he could possibly burn his feathers. yeah, that's definitely telling of what his mental state during a molt is like. dabi wonders if he's cut out for this.
but... he wants to try. he wants to do this. so he takes the feather that hawks holds out to him, and then he watches really intently. like more than he's ever watched anything in his life.... and then he tries to do the same with the feather hawks just gave to him. ]
Like this?
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[he’s glad to have dabi to keep him straight and in order. but, it sure is tempting to just keep the villain at his home and start this molt early.]
Any food or groceries you want me to grab for you?
[it’s the least he can offer. the villain was going to be a literal savior here.
a warm smile does take to his lips at dabi’s concerned words. he wasn’t sure if the villain would have agreed to burning, but it really was for the best. keigo was naturally sensitive to fire, given his quirk.]
Then plucking. Once they’re all plucked, spread that oil all over my back. It’ll reduce the pain.
[and should keep the new feathers from coming in strangely.
dabi is quite the fast learner. he doesn’t seem to struggle with the feather. keigo doesn’t even need to watch, can completely feel how the villain works the feather.
unfortunately, it does get a quiet whine from the hero, who tries to cover it with a gloved hand.]
T-That’s great, Dabi. The preening will take several days to do. I’ll probably be begging for sex over and over. Touching the feathers only makes me worst. I might be too focused on sex and forget to eat or drink, so I’m leaving you in charge of making sure I don’t dehydrate or starve.
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