[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.
[ he figures since he'll be there for two weeks he'll need some clothes, his medical supplies, his pills. he really doesn't have anything more than that. he figures the shirts would be for himself, though? hawks probably doesn't want a smelly villain taking over his fancy penthouse. ]
Uh... sure. Just get...
[ shit, he's not even sure. hawks knows he lives off of shit food and beer. anything he can swipe quickly like conbini food. but if hawks will actually go grocery shopping? ]
Rice. Vegetables. Beef... beer. I can make cook.
[ just like hawks had asked for before, but dabi turned him down. he supposes this is as good a time as any to cook. he might never get the chance again.
he keeps moving his fingers over the feather like hawks says, until he makes that sound and then he stops. too much. he stops moving his fingers and just holds the feather in his hand. ]
When ya beg for sex... should I do it? Should I just go with what ya want?
[ jesus... this is taking care of another human. it's doing a lot that dabi isn't used to doing. he's a murderer. a goddamn villain. but he wants to take care of his stupid birdbrain boyf... fuck. boyfriend. ]
[he can’t stop how his smile widens as dabi agrees so easily to bring along his shirts. of course, it also doesn’t occur to him that he hasn’t explained himself over it either. right now, he has every intention of taking dabi’s shirts for himself as soon as he’s able to.
as the villain lists off the few grocery items he desired, keigo mentally notes them. although, he can’t help but to wrinkle his nose at one item in particular.]
Vegetables?
[gross.]
I guess I can grab them too.
[dabi wouldn’t make him eat them, right? still, he’ll be sure to stock quite a lot for the villain. he’s putting a lot of trust here, and keigo appreciates the help.
far more than dabi might ever know.
curiously, he wonders what foods his villain here intends on making.
keigo doesn’t ask for the feather back. honestly, he’s enjoying the warmth of dabi’s hand wrapped around it.]
Huh? Oh, well, I’m sure you can order me to stop or get me to use a toy. Make sure you’re not overdoing it too. You’re in full control. I’ll listen to you. But, I might need a little persuasion if I’m being extra cheeky. Compliments and sweet words always go a long way, hot shot.
[ well, apparently hawks has already stolen one of his shirts, what's a few more? if he's staying over it shouldn't matter much anyway. eventually he'll remember something about the stolen shirt and... a nest, right? ]
Yeah, vegatables. I gotta make a proper fuckin' meal, Hawks.
[ dabi won't have to make hawks eat them. his food will be so good that hawks will be begging for more. much like the other parts of him. the thought makes him smirk. ]
I'm in full control? I thought ya said it was the other way around. That you're in full control'n that ya might not even recognize who I am. How can I be in full control like that?
[ he feels like he's getting mixed information now, based on what hawks told him before... but he wants to know the truth. he wants to know how it's really going to be. ]
I'm asking if ya beg for sex, should I let ya? Is that a good thing for ya? You said it'll happen while you're bein' preened so I just wanna make sure I'm doin' what I'm supposed to do.
Like I said.... gotta gimme all the details here. What I should'n shouldn't do.
[greedily, keigo has every intention of taking all of dabi’s shirts, maybe more, to make a nice comfortable bundle of sorts. and once he gathers that all together, he’ll add in dabi to make it completely perfect.
the perfect recipe.]
I never ate a vegetable that tasted as great as chicken. But, I’ll grab ‘em for you.
[he’ll leave it to dabi. they’ll just see if the villain can truly get the hero to eat some veggies. keigo was looking forward to the meals though. he hopes he won’t be too out of it either. with enough sex, he should be fine during meal times.
a soft look takes to keigo’s features with the following response. he didn’t expect dabi to be so frazzled by the molt. but, it kind of makes keigo happy, that the villain is this concerned about it. he definitely appreciates the worry.]
No, I’m not in any real control. Like, I can’t think straight at all during most of it. I can get aggressive if I feel like I’m in danger or need sex. Other times, I can be just overly affectionate, I guess?
[it’s hard to say, though. this is his first real time having someone.]
It’s also true that I may not recognize you. But I may also know too. I mean, I am needing you to bring your shirts along because I already feel like they’re a necessity. It’s still new to me though. You’re my first real partner for this that I’m accepting of.
[he has to avert his gaze when admitting the last part. he was a little embarrassed to say it so boldly.]
Anyway, I’m sure there will be times that I’m just super demanding of sex. Like, push you down so I can hop on your dick. But, if you need me to back off at any time, you can tell me. I might be a bit out of it, but I’ll never hurt you. I promise.
[keigo is sure he’ll be shooting for praises anyway. he prefers them immensely.]
If I’m begging with tears in my eyes that I need you to fuck me, I’m probably at my limit of waiting. But it also won’t take much to turn me on either. You can call me by one of your nicknames and I might beg for sex after. It’s up to you when and how much sex you’re up for. If you need a break, tell me to wait and call me a good bird. I’ll listen.
[fondly, keigo comes to wrap a large wing a little around dabi’s shoulders.]
Preening is only going to be incredibly arousing because touching my feathers turns me on normally. With a molt, it’s probably so sensitive I could come without needing to be fucked. The only thing you shouldn’t do is leave without a a word to me. It’ll mess with my head, and I’ll be incredibly aggressive for awhile. It'll also make it easier for anyone to take advantage of my situation.
[ and first dabi may be weirded out by the nest, and then being dragged into it, but... weirded out is probably not the right world. more like curious about what the fuck is going on. ]
Ya never had my cookin' before, that's why.
[ it's no big deal if he cooks for hawks while doing this, right? it's just out of necessity. there's nothing domestic about it. nope.
dabi is definitely frazzled, though. he doesn't want to fuck up. he doesn't want to end up doing the wrong thing, and freaking out and leaving. he doesn't want them to come out of this much worse than when they went in. he knows he's taking a risk, but he wants to.
he's not sure when he turned into this idiot who doesn't want to be away from the guy they're fucking for two weeks, but at least he's come to accept that much. ]
Oh... okay. Yeah. Aggressive or overly affectionate. I can handle that as long it's how ya gotta be.
[ first real partner, hawks says, and dabi has to light another cigarette. there's a part of him that wants to argue against the wording, but he doesn't. he lets it go. he nods, then looks at hawks again as he continues. ]
I ain't gonna keep ya waitin', birdie.
[ he almost calls hawks pretty bird just then, but he knows now that it wouldn't be good. he doesn't want to torture hawks, after all. he'll wait with those nicknames until the time comes. until then it's just hawks and birdie- the other man never got all high strung from those.
but now he feels like he has a better handle on things. like he knows more or less how this can go. ]
Awfully cocky there, hotshot. They’re going to need to be amazing vegetables.
[but, he’ll give them a shot. it’s nice that dabi is cooking meals for him. he’s excited to try them.
keigo finishes off his cigarette, flicking the bud before stepping on it. the last of the smoke is breathed out above his head, leaving keigo feeling just a little more relaxed.]
Yeah. Sorry in advance for all the touching I’m going to do.
[he says while throwing out a wink. he knows dabi can handle himself, so he’s positive the villain would be okay to take on this role.
again, there’s a way his heart flutters, all by dabi who says so easily how he wouldn’t keep keigo waiting or that he won’t leave. it only solidifies that dabi was the perfect potential as a partner, and the hero has to force his growing feelings back down.
shyly almost, keigo instinctively curls his wings around him, fighting off the hint of red at his cheeks.]
[ he hopes so anyway. he hasn't been in a real working kitchen for a very long time, but it's gotta be like riding a bike, right? he remembers a lot of things from way back when, most of it in a bad way, but maybe this can be something good.
dabi is still working on his cigarette, but they still have some ways to walk. it's good though. it gives them a chance to talk about this, and dabi doesn't feel as in the dark.
it's funny how not even a single part of him is wary of taking this on. the thought of hawks' handlers on him instead is something he knows he would handle far less. no way he's letting that happen.
he hopes they stay away during hawks' molt. if they show up, dabi doesn't know what he'll do. ]
Somehow I'll manage.
[ he smirks, letting hawks shift closer even now, with his wing curling around him. he likes the feel of it, even with his warmer body temperature. hawks looks so damn cute right now, it's a struggle not to lean in and kiss him. he tries to stick to just talking instead. ]
Going to totally change my mind about veggies, huh? I'm looking forward to it.
[a part of keigo knows that he'll probably make a big show of enjoying the vegetables, just to be sure to raise up dabi's pride. not that his ego could use a boost, but that he wants to nurture dabi's pride in the kitchen. he's desperately hoping to remember eating the meals the villain intends on cooking.
it's so comforting to be walking closely with the villain in this manner. he almost forgets he's a hero, and dabi a villain. but, this late at night, who was going to see them? sure his wings are a dead giveaway, yet he can easily cover dabi up with them, or dramatically take them into the air.
although, he'd prefer to avoid that option, given how sensitive dabi was towards motion sickness.
for now, he basks in the warmth of the villain.]
Mm, hopefully they know better now than to disturb me at that time. I can technically attack and kill them if they try to disturb me. So I usually do let them know when my molt starts, with a sweet-threat attached to it. Ever since that one incident, they haven't disturbed me.
Look, I ain't the number one advocate for veggies, ya know. Can't remember the last time I ate one. But I haven't cooked one in a while either so I might even blow my own mind.
[ he says with a small smirk. it would be nice if he did well though. maybe that'll mean he'll cook even after all this is over. maybe he'll even stay over more, since it won't be such a big deal after him having been there for two weeks straight.
dabi is still careful with his disguises on the ready if anyone were to appear, but so far they're all alone. it's always better to go out late at night as far as dabi is concerned.
maybe one day he'll try flying again, in not such an extreme manor.]
Hm. Sounds good to me. They can stay the fuck away or I'll kill 'em myself.
Kinda got that in common. It's been years since I've had plain 'ol veggies on their own.
[his handlers would force them onto him. although, if it came down to it, he would take veggies over anything else forcefully shoved down his throat.
he can only hope that this would get their relationship to grow. dabi staying over in the evening, or cooking more. just, more domestic in their lives. he wouldn't ever force it over the villain though. it's a pure selfish desire on his part, he's aware of that. he hopes he doesn't overstep any boundaries or make dabi uncomfortable.
tilting his head up, he catches the sight of his penthouse. only a few more minutes until they arrive. keigo is a bit anxious about giving the stone. it had to be perfect for dabi.
snapping for his thoughts, he glances back to the villain with a pleased look.]
I look forward to the day you turn them into ash and dust.
[ he can't believe they're talking about cooking, food, and vegetables. not a topic he ever thought he'd be talking about, let alone with hawks. but it works, and it's comfortable- and no one else is here anyway, so what does it matter?
dabi is more curious rather than concerned about how this will go now. he can't think of it as domestic because... well... that's just not in his vocabulary, let alone his thoughts. but it's something, alright. he won't let any part of this be uncomfortable, though.
even now he's looking forward to getting back to hawks' penthouse. he knows he has to be careful with how close they get there, but they've been having a good night, and he's curious to see the stone and whatever else the birdie has stashed away. ]
[but he's game for trying the dish dabi comes up with. he'd try anything the villain cooked up, just because it was dabi who made it. keigo wanted to be respectful in that regard. the way they're getting closer, keigo desired to nurture it. there's nothing wrong with that, right?
as they walk along, keigo is sure to keep his feathers out to be positive no one is close by or listening to them. while he didn't mind the tabloids trying to pinpoint his next "lover", he also doesn't want to be disturbed. and, well, if dabi is figured out, he'd have a lot to explain.
and he might not be able to get back with his villainous lover again if his handlers caught wind of his intentions to burn them up.
at least his wing still remains a little around dabi's figure, along with the villain being so disguised. it should be fine.]
Good. And, thanks. It'll feel incredible to be free of them.
If only the public knew how much their number two hated vegetables. Parents would shudder.
[ he smirks, pulling his hood over his head and puts his mask on as they get closer to the penthouse. he'll still sneak in the back, but they're good for now. maybe he should be more worried about anyone seeing them together like this, but he veers them towards the darker parts of the streets as they walk.
he isn't going to risk this. not even a little bit. ]
[he laughs, affectionately tapping the back of dabi's shoulder with his wing. he doesn't mind when they start to take the darker streets. he's able to see keenly in the dark, and while a longer way to his penthouse, it meant more time with the villain too.
he's a bit selfish in the regard.]
Oh...well..
[he trails off, not sure how to answer what he really wants to say. he swallows, trying to think of hot to say it properly.]
Maybe keep hitting you up at a combini late into the evening?
[ he grins slyly, and very nearly reaches up to run his fingers through those feathers at his shoulder, but he reminds himself what that could do. he doesn't want his little birdie to suffer.
for once, dabi isn't being selfish, and he tries not to think about what that even means. ]
Guess that doesn't sound so bad.
[ he side eyes hawks a bit, because... yeah, he wonders what hawks really wanted to say. he could feel those feathers ruffling a bit at his shoulder, even if hawks didn't realize they were. maybe it's better left unsaid, though. what happens after is such a tricky thing.
once they come up on the penthouse, dabi slips out from under hawks' wing. ]
[he chuckles, trying to keep his affections in check. just brushing along and touching dabi's body was sending shivers down his back. he really needed to last just a little longer until his molt arrives. it's already early enough as is.
of course, it's hard to not find appreciation in dabi's response. maybe in time, keigo could admit it out loud. what he truly means. and, maybe dabi wouldn't mind it...
it's almost a shame though, as his lover leaves from beneath his wing. it takes everything for keigo to not pull him back, or to fly them up himself. however, he quickly reminds himself of dabi's motion sensitiveness, and that's enough to keep keigo a little more grounded to his desires and wants.]
Okay. Don't get caught.
[he winks before taking up to the air, flying high until he reaches his balcony. it only takes a brief few seconds until he lands. the doors to the balcony are unlocked, and keigo first goes to head to the front door, unlocking it too. he leaves it to dabi to enter on his own so that he can undress and get out of the flight suit.]
[ it's not a threat, though. not anymore. dabi wonders when that changed, even though he knows he shouldn't. trying to figure out things like that will only make this more complicated.
more complicated than it already is.]
I never get caught.
[ he smirks, heading off once hawks flies up into the air. it's a beautiful sight and a part of him wants to go right up there with him, but... baby steps. maybe he'll ask hawks to take him on a low flight sometimes. nothing crazy like last time.
for now though, he just wants to get upstairs the normal way, sneaking in the back like he always does. he's quick to get upstairs this time, letting himself in once he finds the door unlocked. once inside he kicks his boots off, then goes to find hawks, heading to the bedroom because he knows the birdie is probably changing out of that stupid hero getup. ]
[keigo doesn't take it as a threat either. they've grown closer to each other that he understands the meaning there, and it only serves to get him to shiver in need.
he tries to keep his smile tamed at dabi's confidence. nonetheless, he believes in the villain. after all, he hadn't gotten caught thus far. he had managed to sneak his way, quite often, up to keigo's penthouse. still though, a part of him does worry. it always would in concerned with this villain.
but if he could hear those inner thoughts, keigo would certainly leap right into his molt from desire alone. to even think about showing dabi what he sees in the skies, to be able to hold onto his lover tightly as they soar, it's enough to pull so warmly at his heart. he'd certainly would be pushed right into his molt and demanding for dabi to remain the next several weeks.
thankfully, he's not a mind-reader, and thus it doesn't cross his thoughts.
he busies himself with changing his clothes, pulling off the tight flight suit with ease. he gets the entire black suit off when he feels dabi's presence behind him. with a flirty smile, he nods his head for the villain to be welcomed in further. it wasn't anything dabi hadn't seen anyway.]
Look at that. What a good villain you are breaking into a hero's home.
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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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[ he figures since he'll be there for two weeks he'll need some clothes, his medical supplies, his pills. he really doesn't have anything more than that. he figures the shirts would be for himself, though? hawks probably doesn't want a smelly villain taking over his fancy penthouse. ]
Uh... sure. Just get...
[ shit, he's not even sure. hawks knows he lives off of shit food and beer. anything he can swipe quickly like conbini food. but if hawks will actually go grocery shopping? ]
Rice. Vegetables. Beef... beer. I can make cook.
[ just like hawks had asked for before, but dabi turned him down. he supposes this is as good a time as any to cook. he might never get the chance again.
he keeps moving his fingers over the feather like hawks says, until he makes that sound and then he stops. too much. he stops moving his fingers and just holds the feather in his hand. ]
When ya beg for sex... should I do it? Should I just go with what ya want?
[ jesus... this is taking care of another human. it's doing a lot that dabi isn't used to doing. he's a murderer. a goddamn villain. but he wants to take care of his stupid birdbrain boyf... fuck. boyfriend. ]
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[he can’t stop how his smile widens as dabi agrees so easily to bring along his shirts. of course, it also doesn’t occur to him that he hasn’t explained himself over it either. right now, he has every intention of taking dabi’s shirts for himself as soon as he’s able to.
as the villain lists off the few grocery items he desired, keigo mentally notes them. although, he can’t help but to wrinkle his nose at one item in particular.]
Vegetables?
[gross.]
I guess I can grab them too.
[dabi wouldn’t make him eat them, right? still, he’ll be sure to stock quite a lot for the villain. he’s putting a lot of trust here, and keigo appreciates the help.
far more than dabi might ever know.
curiously, he wonders what foods his villain here intends on making.
keigo doesn’t ask for the feather back. honestly, he’s enjoying the warmth of dabi’s hand wrapped around it.]
Huh? Oh, well, I’m sure you can order me to stop or get me to use a toy. Make sure you’re not overdoing it too. You’re in full control. I’ll listen to you. But, I might need a little persuasion if I’m being extra cheeky. Compliments and sweet words always go a long way, hot shot.
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Yeah, vegatables. I gotta make a proper fuckin' meal, Hawks.
[ dabi won't have to make hawks eat them. his food will be so good that hawks will be begging for more. much like the other parts of him. the thought makes him smirk. ]
I'm in full control? I thought ya said it was the other way around. That you're in full control'n that ya might not even recognize who I am. How can I be in full control like that?
[ he feels like he's getting mixed information now, based on what hawks told him before... but he wants to know the truth. he wants to know how it's really going to be. ]
I'm asking if ya beg for sex, should I let ya? Is that a good thing for ya? You said it'll happen while you're bein' preened so I just wanna make sure I'm doin' what I'm supposed to do.
Like I said.... gotta gimme all the details here. What I should'n shouldn't do.
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the perfect recipe.]
I never ate a vegetable that tasted as great as chicken. But, I’ll grab ‘em for you.
[he’ll leave it to dabi. they’ll just see if the villain can truly get the hero to eat some veggies. keigo was looking forward to the meals though. he hopes he won’t be too out of it either. with enough sex, he should be fine during meal times.
a soft look takes to keigo’s features with the following response. he didn’t expect dabi to be so frazzled by the molt. but, it kind of makes keigo happy, that the villain is this concerned about it. he definitely appreciates the worry.]
No, I’m not in any real control. Like, I can’t think straight at all during most of it. I can get aggressive if I feel like I’m in danger or need sex. Other times, I can be just overly affectionate, I guess?
[it’s hard to say, though. this is his first real time having someone.]
It’s also true that I may not recognize you. But I may also know too. I mean, I am needing you to bring your shirts along because I already feel like they’re a necessity. It’s still new to me though. You’re my first real partner for this that I’m accepting of.
[he has to avert his gaze when admitting the last part. he was a little embarrassed to say it so boldly.]
Anyway, I’m sure there will be times that I’m just super demanding of sex. Like, push you down so I can hop on your dick. But, if you need me to back off at any time, you can tell me. I might be a bit out of it, but I’ll never hurt you. I promise.
[keigo is sure he’ll be shooting for praises anyway. he prefers them immensely.]
If I’m begging with tears in my eyes that I need you to fuck me, I’m probably at my limit of waiting. But it also won’t take much to turn me on either. You can call me by one of your nicknames and I might beg for sex after. It’s up to you when and how much sex you’re up for. If you need a break, tell me to wait and call me a good bird. I’ll listen.
[fondly, keigo comes to wrap a large wing a little around dabi’s shoulders.]
Preening is only going to be incredibly arousing because touching my feathers turns me on normally. With a molt, it’s probably so sensitive I could come without needing to be fucked. The only thing you shouldn’t do is leave without a a word to me. It’ll mess with my head, and I’ll be incredibly aggressive for awhile. It'll also make it easier for anyone to take advantage of my situation.
[like his handlers…]
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Ya never had my cookin' before, that's why.
[ it's no big deal if he cooks for hawks while doing this, right? it's just out of necessity. there's nothing domestic about it. nope.
dabi is definitely frazzled, though. he doesn't want to fuck up. he doesn't want to end up doing the wrong thing, and freaking out and leaving. he doesn't want them to come out of this much worse than when they went in. he knows he's taking a risk, but he wants to.
he's not sure when he turned into this idiot who doesn't want to be away from the guy they're fucking for two weeks, but at least he's come to accept that much. ]
Oh... okay. Yeah. Aggressive or overly affectionate. I can handle that as long it's how ya gotta be.
[ first real partner, hawks says, and dabi has to light another cigarette. there's a part of him that wants to argue against the wording, but he doesn't. he lets it go. he nods, then looks at hawks again as he continues. ]
I ain't gonna keep ya waitin', birdie.
[ he almost calls hawks pretty bird just then, but he knows now that it wouldn't be good. he doesn't want to torture hawks, after all. he'll wait with those nicknames until the time comes. until then it's just hawks and birdie- the other man never got all high strung from those.
but now he feels like he has a better handle on things. like he knows more or less how this can go. ]
I won't leave. I got this.
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[but, he’ll give them a shot. it’s nice that dabi is cooking meals for him. he’s excited to try them.
keigo finishes off his cigarette, flicking the bud before stepping on it. the last of the smoke is breathed out above his head, leaving keigo feeling just a little more relaxed.]
Yeah. Sorry in advance for all the touching I’m going to do.
[he says while throwing out a wink. he knows dabi can handle himself, so he’s positive the villain would be okay to take on this role.
again, there’s a way his heart flutters, all by dabi who says so easily how he wouldn’t keep keigo waiting or that he won’t leave. it only solidifies that dabi was the perfect potential as a partner, and the hero has to force his growing feelings back down.
shyly almost, keigo instinctively curls his wings around him, fighting off the hint of red at his cheeks.]
Thanks, Dabi.
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[ he hopes so anyway. he hasn't been in a real working kitchen for a very long time, but it's gotta be like riding a bike, right? he remembers a lot of things from way back when, most of it in a bad way, but maybe this can be something good.
dabi is still working on his cigarette, but they still have some ways to walk. it's good though. it gives them a chance to talk about this, and dabi doesn't feel as in the dark.
it's funny how not even a single part of him is wary of taking this on. the thought of hawks' handlers on him instead is something he knows he would handle far less. no way he's letting that happen.
he hopes they stay away during hawks' molt. if they show up, dabi doesn't know what he'll do. ]
Somehow I'll manage.
[ he smirks, letting hawks shift closer even now, with his wing curling around him. he likes the feel of it, even with his warmer body temperature. hawks looks so damn cute right now, it's a struggle not to lean in and kiss him. he tries to stick to just talking instead. ]
What are ya gonna tell your handlers?
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[a part of keigo knows that he'll probably make a big show of enjoying the vegetables, just to be sure to raise up dabi's pride. not that his ego could use a boost, but that he wants to nurture dabi's pride in the kitchen. he's desperately hoping to remember eating the meals the villain intends on cooking.
it's so comforting to be walking closely with the villain in this manner. he almost forgets he's a hero, and dabi a villain. but, this late at night, who was going to see them? sure his wings are a dead giveaway, yet he can easily cover dabi up with them, or dramatically take them into the air.
although, he'd prefer to avoid that option, given how sensitive dabi was towards motion sickness.
for now, he basks in the warmth of the villain.]
Mm, hopefully they know better now than to disturb me at that time. I can technically attack and kill them if they try to disturb me. So I usually do let them know when my molt starts, with a sweet-threat attached to it. Ever since that one incident, they haven't disturbed me.
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[ he says with a small smirk. it would be nice if he did well though. maybe that'll mean he'll cook even after all this is over. maybe he'll even stay over more, since it won't be such a big deal after him having been there for two weeks straight.
dabi is still careful with his disguises on the ready if anyone were to appear, but so far they're all alone. it's always better to go out late at night as far as dabi is concerned.
maybe one day he'll try flying again, in not such an extreme manor.]
Hm. Sounds good to me. They can stay the fuck away or I'll kill 'em myself.
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[his handlers would force them onto him. although, if it came down to it, he would take veggies over anything else forcefully shoved down his throat.
he can only hope that this would get their relationship to grow. dabi staying over in the evening, or cooking more. just, more domestic in their lives. he wouldn't ever force it over the villain though. it's a pure selfish desire on his part, he's aware of that. he hopes he doesn't overstep any boundaries or make dabi uncomfortable.
tilting his head up, he catches the sight of his penthouse. only a few more minutes until they arrive. keigo is a bit anxious about giving the stone. it had to be perfect for dabi.
snapping for his thoughts, he glances back to the villain with a pleased look.]
I look forward to the day you turn them into ash and dust.
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[ he can't believe they're talking about cooking, food, and vegetables. not a topic he ever thought he'd be talking about, let alone with hawks. but it works, and it's comfortable- and no one else is here anyway, so what does it matter?
dabi is more curious rather than concerned about how this will go now. he can't think of it as domestic because... well... that's just not in his vocabulary, let alone his thoughts. but it's something, alright. he won't let any part of this be uncomfortable, though.
even now he's looking forward to getting back to hawks' penthouse. he knows he has to be careful with how close they get there, but they've been having a good night, and he's curious to see the stone and whatever else the birdie has stashed away. ]
Soon. Real soon, birdie.
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[but he's game for trying the dish dabi comes up with. he'd try anything the villain cooked up, just because it was dabi who made it. keigo wanted to be respectful in that regard. the way they're getting closer, keigo desired to nurture it. there's nothing wrong with that, right?
as they walk along, keigo is sure to keep his feathers out to be positive no one is close by or listening to them. while he didn't mind the tabloids trying to pinpoint his next "lover", he also doesn't want to be disturbed. and, well, if dabi is figured out, he'd have a lot to explain.
and he might not be able to get back with his villainous lover again if his handlers caught wind of his intentions to burn them up.
at least his wing still remains a little around dabi's figure, along with the villain being so disguised. it should be fine.]
Good. And, thanks. It'll feel incredible to be free of them.
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[ he smirks, pulling his hood over his head and puts his mask on as they get closer to the penthouse. he'll still sneak in the back, but they're good for now. maybe he should be more worried about anyone seeing them together like this, but he veers them towards the darker parts of the streets as they walk.
he isn't going to risk this. not even a little bit. ]
What are ya gonna do after that?
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[he laughs, affectionately tapping the back of dabi's shoulder with his wing. he doesn't mind when they start to take the darker streets. he's able to see keenly in the dark, and while a longer way to his penthouse, it meant more time with the villain too.
he's a bit selfish in the regard.]
Oh...well..
[he trails off, not sure how to answer what he really wants to say. he swallows, trying to think of hot to say it properly.]
Maybe keep hitting you up at a combini late into the evening?
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[ he grins slyly, and very nearly reaches up to run his fingers through those feathers at his shoulder, but he reminds himself what that could do. he doesn't want his little birdie to suffer.
for once, dabi isn't being selfish, and he tries not to think about what that even means. ]
Guess that doesn't sound so bad.
[ he side eyes hawks a bit, because... yeah, he wonders what hawks really wanted to say. he could feel those feathers ruffling a bit at his shoulder, even if hawks didn't realize they were. maybe it's better left unsaid, though. what happens after is such a tricky thing.
once they come up on the penthouse, dabi slips out from under hawks' wing. ]
Gonna go 'round the back. Meet ya up there?
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[he chuckles, trying to keep his affections in check. just brushing along and touching dabi's body was sending shivers down his back. he really needed to last just a little longer until his molt arrives. it's already early enough as is.
of course, it's hard to not find appreciation in dabi's response. maybe in time, keigo could admit it out loud. what he truly means. and, maybe dabi wouldn't mind it...
it's almost a shame though, as his lover leaves from beneath his wing. it takes everything for keigo to not pull him back, or to fly them up himself. however, he quickly reminds himself of dabi's motion sensitiveness, and that's enough to keep keigo a little more grounded to his desires and wants.]
Okay. Don't get caught.
[he winks before taking up to the air, flying high until he reaches his balcony. it only takes a brief few seconds until he lands. the doors to the balcony are unlocked, and keigo first goes to head to the front door, unlocking it too. he leaves it to dabi to enter on his own so that he can undress and get out of the flight suit.]
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[ it's not a threat, though. not anymore. dabi wonders when that changed, even though he knows he shouldn't. trying to figure out things like that will only make this more complicated.
more complicated than it already is.]
I never get caught.
[ he smirks, heading off once hawks flies up into the air. it's a beautiful sight and a part of him wants to go right up there with him, but... baby steps. maybe he'll ask hawks to take him on a low flight sometimes. nothing crazy like last time.
for now though, he just wants to get upstairs the normal way, sneaking in the back like he always does. he's quick to get upstairs this time, letting himself in once he finds the door unlocked. once inside he kicks his boots off, then goes to find hawks, heading to the bedroom because he knows the birdie is probably changing out of that stupid hero getup. ]
Heya, pretty bird. Didn't get caught.
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he tries to keep his smile tamed at dabi's confidence. nonetheless, he believes in the villain. after all, he hadn't gotten caught thus far. he had managed to sneak his way, quite often, up to keigo's penthouse. still though, a part of him does worry. it always would in concerned with this villain.
but if he could hear those inner thoughts, keigo would certainly leap right into his molt from desire alone. to even think about showing dabi what he sees in the skies, to be able to hold onto his lover tightly as they soar, it's enough to pull so warmly at his heart. he'd certainly would be pushed right into his molt and demanding for dabi to remain the next several weeks.
thankfully, he's not a mind-reader, and thus it doesn't cross his thoughts.
he busies himself with changing his clothes, pulling off the tight flight suit with ease. he gets the entire black suit off when he feels dabi's presence behind him. with a flirty smile, he nods his head for the villain to be welcomed in further. it wasn't anything dabi hadn't seen anyway.]
Look at that. What a good villain you are breaking into a hero's home.
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