[ dabi doesn't know if he trusts hawks, but everything he's been doing here and there has proved that he does, even if just a little bit. even if hawks doesn't see it.
even now, just sitting here like this, warming hawks up after everything that's happened- dabi feels it's got to be something, even if he'd terrible at admitting it.
and hell, his hands feel good being back on hawks, even if they're all wet and hawks is shivering, and this place is old and dusty as hell. dabi doesn't mind the atmosphere, and he doesn't really mind hawks relaxing back against him. his hands move up and down the bird's sides, then slide around him a little more, heating up some more.
but hawks would warm up a hell of a lot faster without all this wetness, so maybe it's stupid, but dabi tugs on hawks' shirt. ]
[keigo finds himself sighing quietly, more relaxed than he ever has been, he realizes. in front of a villain, nonetheless. but, despite that, he does trust dabi to an extent. probably trusts him a hell of a lot more than those he should trust.
the thought almost gets a smile at his lips.
it's back to being serene again. he can feel the slide of hands roaming up his sides, those hot fingers even inching further around him, like they should do more often-
the question breaks the pleasant atmosphere suddenly. keigo blinks briefly, trying to recollect his thoughts before he realizes he needs to be the one who removes his shirt. honestly, one day he really should teach dabi how to do it. although...why would the villain need to learn it? as much as keigo misses their intimacy, he understands they can't return to it.]
Sure, hold on.
[the hero finally answers, even managing to toss a smile over his shoulder before he reaches down to the edge of his shirt. it's wet and tight against his tanned skin, a little bit harder to pull up. in fact, far too hard with the wet feathers in the way.
resisting the sight at his lips, keigo shreds his damp feathers, littering them to the floor and dabi's lap before he inches up the shirt. and, to avoid the dusty floor, he uses a few of those feathers to hang his shirt to the wall, careful of the cobwebs he spots.
the weight-loss is nice on his back though, so keigo sends a majority of his feathers to the wall, to allow them to dry on their own, while a few come to return to the base of his wings. they're small, barely flutter. however, they can provide as a close weapon for the hero, should he need it.]
[ dabi isn't used to any kind of peacefulness in any sense, but there are moments with hawks where he thinks he might find some. this feels like one of those moments, despite how hard he's been fighting it.
the thing about being with hawks is, when they're not fighting or fucking, it can be comfortable, more so than anything else he's ever had in his life. they've had their mishaps and he knows they'll have more, but then there are times like this when it's not so bad.
dabi realizes once hawks starts pulling up his shirt that maybe this really was a stupid idea. it's tight, and wet and it clings as the other man pulls it off, muscles shifting and flexing as he does so. hawks is gorgeous, that's one thing dabi has always been honest about. he doesnt' want to fall back into any of this just because of that, though. ]
Wow...
[dabi says as he watches hawks remove so much of his own feathers, letting them scatter and fall around, moving things as needed. ]
Never seen ya do that before.
[it's not said in the angry way he said before when he thought hawks was lying to him. this time it's just honest and sincere, if that's even possible for someone like him.]
[keigo can't stop the smile this time, finding dabi's reaction to be honest. he kind of likes it. it's about how he feels when the villain was usually done with him in terms of their previous intimacy.]
I try not to.
[the hero comes to admit, looking over his shoulder, golden eyes trying to catch dabi's blue ones.]
They're...a lot more sensitive when they're this small.
[he tries to laugh it off. it isn't often he allows his wings to remain small either, even when alone. they're the first things he dries off so that they remain in place to his back. he can't even sleep comfortably as the sheets can even make him into some sort of a mess.
it's almost embarrassing to admit, but then again, dabi has already seen him at his worst when he previously touched them.]
But, I figure I can deal with it for a bit until the others dry off.
[ dabi tilts his head a little when hawks looks back at him, their eyes locking. it's stupid moments like this that get him thinking maybe, and while he usually tries to shove those thoughts away, right now he can't seem to. ]
Right... I remember how sensitive they are.
[he doesn't grin, or smirk, or joke about it. he remembers how wonderfully sensitive they are, and how hawks admitted that to him almost right after they started up this whole thing with each other. his hands move from hawks' front to his back almost instinctively as his gaze moves to the feathers, sliding up until just under the sensitive tufts.]
[dabi's eyes are intense as always. sharp. mesmerizing. keigo is positive he can get lost within them. they're kind of like the ocean. beautiful but dangerous.
there's no teasing to that remark, keigo comes to realize. he almost wants to tease where the usual villain's taunts are, but the hero also doesn't want to stop how nice it is between them. keigo does enjoy their bickering and playful antics, but moments like these are so rare, especially now. in fact, he's kind of surprised he's this close to dabi, that the villain is kind enough to warm him up after the monsoon that hit them.
keigo's pulled from his thoughts when he feels familiar fingers come to rise up his back, and there's just the smallest hitch in his breath as his old lover is so, so close to his sensitive wings. they even tremble, instinctively preparing for the touch, almost needing it.
he takes in a calming, quiet breath before looking back to dabi and nodding his head.]
Sure. I trust you.
[if he didn't, dabi would have never been able to touch them more than the first time. and, it's purely innocent, right? just to warm them up from their wet form.]
[those words cause a flurry of thoughts and feelings inside of him, and the look on Hawks' face show that he really is sincere. maybe Hawks trusts him more than Dabi thinks he does, or wants to believe.
it's so rare that he gets kind of sincere words, and never really words of trust. it's an important thing between them, and Dabi finds that it does help his insecurities to some extent.
he gives a small nod, eyes still on hawks as he slides his fingers into them, heating them up once again. they're warm, almost hot, but he uses all his concentration to make sure they don't get any hotter than that.
he finds it easier this time, his heat not fueled by anger or emotions. it's just a steady flow of warmth as he slides his fingers through soft, delicate feathers.]
[once catching the nod from the villain, keigo faces away, trying to keep his breath steady. he doesn’t want to release any weird sounds or make it awkward between them just because his wings are incredibly sensitive.
but, it’s so hard to not tense up and shiver as dabi comes to touch his wings. it’s so comfortably warm too, dabi seeming to take extra precaution with his fire. keigo would appreciate it, however, his complete focus is trying to keep the soft whines at bay.
the hero is forced to resort to biting his bottom lip, but the further dabi continues, the harder it becomes.
and it’s become too much too fast, dabi with his perfectly warm hands knowing where to touch. keigo can’t keep stop himself as he moans, wings fluttering from needy desire, having wanted this attention for so long.]
I-I’m sor-a-aah.
[keigo tries to apologize, despite knowing that dabi was well accustomed to the sensitivity of his wings. it’s so much more intense though. keigo has to squeeze his legs shut together, feeling more parts of his body needing attention.]
[ dabi is slow and careful- much more slow and careful than he's sure he's ever been. he's not really sure why, but it just feels good this way right now. it feels right.
he does feel the shiver against his fingers, though. he feels the way they flutter at his touch, and he remembers hawks telling him how his wings would get defensive when anyone else tried to touch them- but with them, they're ready and waiting for his touch.
he slows his fingers just a bit when hawks moans, but he can't really stop himself either. it's not entirely unexpected. he knows how sensitive hawks' wings are. but then they flutter even more, and dabi wants to bury his fingers into these wings completely, just so hear more sounds from the birdie.
he shouldn't. they shouldn't. they already know how this will end. but when hawks squeezes his legs shut together, he just can't help himself any longer. he leans his leg a little closer to hawks, fingers sliding deeper into the softest parts of hawks' wings, his other hand moving back around to his front to slide down between hawks' legs. ]
[keigo is almost a little embarrassed at his body reacting the way it does. it’s so accustomed to dabi, can’t find him to be a threat when they’re like this. his wings had their own attraction and affection to dabi, which only makes this harder for the hero to handle.
he should try harder to get himself under control, before he ruins this kind gesture and moment between them.
dabi is so kind to warm his feathers up, to try and get the water off of him, and here keigo is, falling right into the intense touch of those fingertips. he was going crazy, even his inner thighs were quivering.
but, then dabi is not only touching him more, going straight for the most sensitive parts of his wings, but a hand comes to also slide between his legs. keigo lets out a small sound, golden eyes going dark as they look down to that adventurous hand. he can’t even resist, another tremble and squeeze of his thighs before they slowly open, much to his inner embarrassment.
keigo knows his cheeks are flushed, lips bitten to try and stop his sounds. it took dabi not that long to resort the hero into this position. why was he so sensitive to this villain? right now, he’s more than willing to give dabi anything he may want. it’s dangerous to feel this way, but keigo can’t help himself.]
[ dabi has a feeling that hawks is embarrassed, but his feathers don't show it this time. they are doing nothing more than fluff and spread for his fingers as he warms and dries them off.
he knows he's crossing a line here once again, but maybe it'll be different this time. he's so full of maybes now- a far contrast from his usual no. but hawks feels so nice against him right now. so comfortable in a way that most things in his life aren't. even those familiar sounds and the way hawks leans into them... it's all comfortable and leaves him wanting more.
when hawks' legs open, dabi takes that as an invitation and permission to keep going. he lets his hand slide over the growing bulge in hawks' pants, rubbing at him while he lets out a low hum. ]
Pretty bird.
[he practically coos, urging hawks to lean further back against him.]
[never before has keigo felt like a bird and dabi a cat playing with it's food. how is it that they were just in a silent agreement that this is to remain business only, yet they're falling right back into it? keigo knows he's misses it though. he can't be bothered to date or even fuck around on the side because all his desire is for this man behind him. even touching himself late at night is full of old memories of the two of them together.
now, it's like they haven't left this, and keigo is more than welcome to accept it back. or, take it at face value that this is the one exception. whatever this is, he sincerely hopes dabi doesn't tease and leave him hanging. that might just break him apart. or, get his feathers very irritated at the villain.
a hand comes to fly up to cover his mouth as soon as warm fingers caress over his growing erection. to top it off, dabi says those simple little words that make keigo cry out behind his hand. he's urged to lean back, and keigo greedily goes with it, closing his eyes tight as he welcomes any and all touches. fuck. he's missed this so much.]
D-Dabi..
[keigo slips out between his fingers, feeling like it's been a century since the villain has touched him like this. he tries to get a handle on his own body. he really does. but he can't stop himself, can't resist dabi when all he's been desiring is this and even his wings betray the hero, fluttering and welcoming any touches themselves. he was so fucked.]
[For Dabi it feels very different. nothing about this feels like he's playing around at all, but maybe that's his problem. it feels like something completely different and that's why he's fighting it so damn hard.
he doesn't even think about being with anyone else. he never has, not like this. no matter how much he wants to keep it business only, how can he resist? even after all this fighting, when there are moments like this, how can he resist?
he remembers just how much he likes the way hawks responds to him- the touches, the pet names, all of it.
his fingers smooth out ruffled feathers, his other hand pressing more urgently at Hawks' growing erection, but he wants more. he's always felt a little more confident when messing up his pretty little bird.]
More?
[he asks, even thought hawks has fully spread his legs for him, but he wants to hear it as his hand drags up to the waistband of the other man's pants, waiting for permission to open them up.]
[it's practically hot and cold between them. they can fight and argue, but then they're back like this. keigo can't say he minds, although he could do without the week-long silence they tended to get into.
he selfishly...just wants more. of these moments. of the gentle teasing. of the pet names.
dabi always seems to know how to touch him, how to make the hero turn into putty. in all of keigo's experience with sex, it's never like this. at all. it's one of the reasons why his handlers aren't aware of this relationship between them.
he can feel a curse at his lips from the growing pleasure as dabi is insistent to his touch, grazing the hidden erection that presses impossibly hard to keigo's pants. whether out of embarrassment or trying to grind and get more attention there, the hero squeezes his thighs briefly around dabi's hand, hips rocking up the best they can. he's so hard and needy, so much that he almost misses the question.
keigo nods his head eagerly, forcing his legs back open. he needs it. he needs dabi.]
Please.
[he's able to beg in a quiet voice, coming to move the fingers of his mouth a little lower, just so he can nip at them instead. his eyes are trained on dabi's hand though, oh so close to getting further and touching him the way keigo desires.]
[ the week long silence is such a stupid, stubborn thing for both of them, but dabi always feels like he needs it to clear his head. it's like that in all aspects of his life. sometimes he just needs some space. because he was never allowed to take any before.
he bites back a soft chuckle at the way hawks' legs tighten back around him again and rock against his hand, just trying to get any friction they can, but at his words they just fall back open again.
dabi likes this very much.
he's very quick about getting hawks' pants open, even with one hand- and then that hand is even quicker at pushing into hawks' underwear, warm hands finally sliding over hawks' length, grasping it in his hand. it feels so much warmer than the rest of hawks, even with his heated hand. it feels perfect, even if it's just a cock in his hand.]
Aw fuck... ya feel so good.
[he breathes out against the back of hawks' ear before he can stop himself, nuzzling into his hair as he starts stroking him. ]
[keigo is literately a toy for dabi to play with, because the hero doesn't dare move against any of this. he wants to be played with, to have his former, or maybe current, lover to take him apart at the seams, piece by piece.
his face only gets hotter as those fingers oh so easily open up his pants, knowing exactly what to do and quick. he's not waiting long at all either, because dabi comes to reach inside and wrap around keigo's hard cock. it's so hot too. a hiccup escapes his breath and he rests his head on dabi's shoulder with a small cry and rock of his hips.]
Gods, Dabi...!
[keigo moans, head tilting, greedily accepting the way he's nuzzled at his hair. he's so eager to receive any sort of affectionate gesture, hell, any gesture from dabi. the villain could spit on him and keigo would thank him.]
[ dabi doesn't want to play with a toy. he wants to feel hawks in his arms, responding to the pleasure he's giving him. it's not even about himself right now at all, which may really be a first for him.
he smirks a bit when hawks' head falls back onto his shoulder and he rocks his hips. dabi follows the motion, stroking languidly with each small rock of hips, his thumb presses along the sensitive spots he's come to know. ]
That's right, pretty bird. So good. Told ya I'd warm ya right up.
[dabi tilts his head down to hawks' exposed neck and kisses at it, nipping softly until he finds that perfectly sensitive spot just next to his ear and starts sucking as his thumb runs over the head of hawks' cock, sliding pre-cum back and forth to aid him.]
[briefly, keigo is coming to realize how rare it is to have dabi's hand on his cock. he can maybe count the times on one hand, and yet, dabi knows just where to touch to get the hero trembling. he's so accustomed to being used by the villain's dick instead that this change of pace isn't so bad. as long as it was dabi though, keigo doesn't mind what was done to his body.
he just needed touches like this, to have that filthy mouth keep whispering in his ear.
and fuck does dabi provide. even comes to use the nickname that makes keigo weak in the knees. good thing he wasn't on them.
whines and praises are pulled so easily from keigo's mouth, head tilted while greedily accepting the soft bite to the sensitive part at his ear. his thighs are trying to squeeze shut again the more his pleasure rises in all of this.]
F-Fuck me! Gods, Dabi-..I..Fuck!
[keigo babbles around his hand, eyes shutting closed tightly as he cries with each stroke. it's pulsing between his legs, precum making a mess probably. he was going completely insane!]
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Date: 2021-03-30 01:17 am (UTC)even now, just sitting here like this, warming hawks up after everything that's happened- dabi feels it's got to be something, even if he'd terrible at admitting it.
and hell, his hands feel good being back on hawks, even if they're all wet and hawks is shivering, and this place is old and dusty as hell. dabi doesn't mind the atmosphere, and he doesn't really mind hawks relaxing back against him. his hands move up and down the bird's sides, then slide around him a little more, heating up some more.
but hawks would warm up a hell of a lot faster without all this wetness, so maybe it's stupid, but dabi tugs on hawks' shirt. ]
Take this off. You're soaked.
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Date: 2021-03-30 01:33 am (UTC)the thought almost gets a smile at his lips.
it's back to being serene again. he can feel the slide of hands roaming up his sides, those hot fingers even inching further around him, like they should do more often-
the question breaks the pleasant atmosphere suddenly. keigo blinks briefly, trying to recollect his thoughts before he realizes he needs to be the one who removes his shirt. honestly, one day he really should teach dabi how to do it. although...why would the villain need to learn it? as much as keigo misses their intimacy, he understands they can't return to it.]
Sure, hold on.
[the hero finally answers, even managing to toss a smile over his shoulder before he reaches down to the edge of his shirt. it's wet and tight against his tanned skin, a little bit harder to pull up. in fact, far too hard with the wet feathers in the way.
resisting the sight at his lips, keigo shreds his damp feathers, littering them to the floor and dabi's lap before he inches up the shirt. and, to avoid the dusty floor, he uses a few of those feathers to hang his shirt to the wall, careful of the cobwebs he spots.
the weight-loss is nice on his back though, so keigo sends a majority of his feathers to the wall, to allow them to dry on their own, while a few come to return to the base of his wings. they're small, barely flutter. however, they can provide as a close weapon for the hero, should he need it.]
That's a lot better. They were killing my back.
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Date: 2021-03-30 01:55 am (UTC)the thing about being with hawks is, when they're not fighting or fucking, it can be comfortable, more so than anything else he's ever had in his life. they've had their mishaps and he knows they'll have more, but then there are times like this when it's not so bad.
dabi realizes once hawks starts pulling up his shirt that maybe this really was a stupid idea. it's tight, and wet and it clings as the other man pulls it off, muscles shifting and flexing as he does so. hawks is gorgeous, that's one thing dabi has always been honest about. he doesnt' want to fall back into any of this just because of that, though. ]
Wow...
[dabi says as he watches hawks remove so much of his own feathers, letting them scatter and fall around, moving things as needed. ]
Never seen ya do that before.
[it's not said in the angry way he said before when he thought hawks was lying to him. this time it's just honest and sincere, if that's even possible for someone like him.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 02:05 am (UTC)I try not to.
[the hero comes to admit, looking over his shoulder, golden eyes trying to catch dabi's blue ones.]
They're...a lot more sensitive when they're this small.
[he tries to laugh it off. it isn't often he allows his wings to remain small either, even when alone. they're the first things he dries off so that they remain in place to his back. he can't even sleep comfortably as the sheets can even make him into some sort of a mess.
it's almost embarrassing to admit, but then again, dabi has already seen him at his worst when he previously touched them.]
But, I figure I can deal with it for a bit until the others dry off.
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Date: 2021-03-30 02:29 am (UTC)Right... I remember how sensitive they are.
[he doesn't grin, or smirk, or joke about it. he remembers how wonderfully sensitive they are, and how hawks admitted that to him almost right after they started up this whole thing with each other. his hands move from hawks' front to his back almost instinctively as his gaze moves to the feathers, sliding up until just under the sensitive tufts.]
They look a little wet. Can I...?
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Date: 2021-03-30 02:47 am (UTC)there's no teasing to that remark, keigo comes to realize. he almost wants to tease where the usual villain's taunts are, but the hero also doesn't want to stop how nice it is between them. keigo does enjoy their bickering and playful antics, but moments like these are so rare, especially now. in fact, he's kind of surprised he's this close to dabi, that the villain is kind enough to warm him up after the monsoon that hit them.
keigo's pulled from his thoughts when he feels familiar fingers come to rise up his back, and there's just the smallest hitch in his breath as his old lover is so, so close to his sensitive wings. they even tremble, instinctively preparing for the touch, almost needing it.
he takes in a calming, quiet breath before looking back to dabi and nodding his head.]
Sure. I trust you.
[if he didn't, dabi would have never been able to touch them more than the first time. and, it's purely innocent, right? just to warm them up from their wet form.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 11:28 am (UTC)it's so rare that he gets kind of sincere words, and never really words of trust. it's an important thing between them, and Dabi finds that it does help his insecurities to some extent.
he gives a small nod, eyes still on hawks as he slides his fingers into them, heating them up once again. they're warm, almost hot, but he uses all his concentration to make sure they don't get any hotter than that.
he finds it easier this time, his heat not fueled by anger or emotions. it's just a steady flow of warmth as he slides his fingers through soft, delicate feathers.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 01:18 pm (UTC)but, it’s so hard to not tense up and shiver as dabi comes to touch his wings. it’s so comfortably warm too, dabi seeming to take extra precaution with his fire. keigo would appreciate it, however, his complete focus is trying to keep the soft whines at bay.
the hero is forced to resort to biting his bottom lip, but the further dabi continues, the harder it becomes.
and it’s become too much too fast, dabi with his perfectly warm hands knowing where to touch. keigo can’t keep stop himself as he moans, wings fluttering from needy desire, having wanted this attention for so long.]
I-I’m sor-a-aah.
[keigo tries to apologize, despite knowing that dabi was well accustomed to the sensitivity of his wings. it’s so much more intense though. keigo has to squeeze his legs shut together, feeling more parts of his body needing attention.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 03:23 pm (UTC)he does feel the shiver against his fingers, though. he feels the way they flutter at his touch, and he remembers hawks telling him how his wings would get defensive when anyone else tried to touch them- but with them, they're ready and waiting for his touch.
he slows his fingers just a bit when hawks moans, but he can't really stop himself either. it's not entirely unexpected. he knows how sensitive hawks' wings are. but then they flutter even more, and dabi wants to bury his fingers into these wings completely, just so hear more sounds from the birdie.
he shouldn't. they shouldn't. they already know how this will end. but when hawks squeezes his legs shut together, he just can't help himself any longer. he leans his leg a little closer to hawks, fingers sliding deeper into the softest parts of hawks' wings, his other hand moving back around to his front to slide down between hawks' legs. ]
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Date: 2021-03-30 04:01 pm (UTC)he should try harder to get himself under control, before he ruins this kind gesture and moment between them.
dabi is so kind to warm his feathers up, to try and get the water off of him, and here keigo is, falling right into the intense touch of those fingertips. he was going crazy, even his inner thighs were quivering.
but, then dabi is not only touching him more, going straight for the most sensitive parts of his wings, but a hand comes to also slide between his legs. keigo lets out a small sound, golden eyes going dark as they look down to that adventurous hand. he can’t even resist, another tremble and squeeze of his thighs before they slowly open, much to his inner embarrassment.
keigo knows his cheeks are flushed, lips bitten to try and stop his sounds. it took dabi not that long to resort the hero into this position. why was he so sensitive to this villain? right now, he’s more than willing to give dabi anything he may want. it’s dangerous to feel this way, but keigo can’t help himself.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 04:48 pm (UTC)he knows he's crossing a line here once again, but maybe it'll be different this time. he's so full of maybes now- a far contrast from his usual no. but hawks feels so nice against him right now. so comfortable in a way that most things in his life aren't. even those familiar sounds and the way hawks leans into them... it's all comfortable and leaves him wanting more.
when hawks' legs open, dabi takes that as an invitation and permission to keep going. he lets his hand slide over the growing bulge in hawks' pants, rubbing at him while he lets out a low hum. ]
Pretty bird.
[he practically coos, urging hawks to lean further back against him.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 05:03 pm (UTC)now, it's like they haven't left this, and keigo is more than welcome to accept it back. or, take it at face value that this is the one exception. whatever this is, he sincerely hopes dabi doesn't tease and leave him hanging. that might just break him apart. or, get his feathers very irritated at the villain.
a hand comes to fly up to cover his mouth as soon as warm fingers caress over his growing erection. to top it off, dabi says those simple little words that make keigo cry out behind his hand. he's urged to lean back, and keigo greedily goes with it, closing his eyes tight as he welcomes any and all touches. fuck. he's missed this so much.]
D-Dabi..
[keigo slips out between his fingers, feeling like it's been a century since the villain has touched him like this. he tries to get a handle on his own body. he really does. but he can't stop himself, can't resist dabi when all he's been desiring is this and even his wings betray the hero, fluttering and welcoming any touches themselves. he was so fucked.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 08:39 pm (UTC)he doesn't even think about being with anyone else. he never has, not like this. no matter how much he wants to keep it business only, how can he resist? even after all this fighting, when there are moments like this, how can he resist?
he remembers just how much he likes the way hawks responds to him- the touches, the pet names, all of it.
his fingers smooth out ruffled feathers, his other hand pressing more urgently at Hawks' growing erection, but he wants more. he's always felt a little more confident when messing up his pretty little bird.]
More?
[he asks, even thought hawks has fully spread his legs for him, but he wants to hear it as his hand drags up to the waistband of the other man's pants, waiting for permission to open them up.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 09:12 pm (UTC)he selfishly...just wants more. of these moments. of the gentle teasing. of the pet names.
dabi always seems to know how to touch him, how to make the hero turn into putty. in all of keigo's experience with sex, it's never like this. at all. it's one of the reasons why his handlers aren't aware of this relationship between them.
he can feel a curse at his lips from the growing pleasure as dabi is insistent to his touch, grazing the hidden erection that presses impossibly hard to keigo's pants. whether out of embarrassment or trying to grind and get more attention there, the hero squeezes his thighs briefly around dabi's hand, hips rocking up the best they can. he's so hard and needy, so much that he almost misses the question.
keigo nods his head eagerly, forcing his legs back open. he needs it. he needs dabi.]
Please.
[he's able to beg in a quiet voice, coming to move the fingers of his mouth a little lower, just so he can nip at them instead. his eyes are trained on dabi's hand though, oh so close to getting further and touching him the way keigo desires.]
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Date: 2021-03-30 11:13 pm (UTC)he bites back a soft chuckle at the way hawks' legs tighten back around him again and rock against his hand, just trying to get any friction they can, but at his words they just fall back open again.
dabi likes this very much.
he's very quick about getting hawks' pants open, even with one hand- and then that hand is even quicker at pushing into hawks' underwear, warm hands finally sliding over hawks' length, grasping it in his hand. it feels so much warmer than the rest of hawks, even with his heated hand. it feels perfect, even if it's just a cock in his hand.]
Aw fuck... ya feel so good.
[he breathes out against the back of hawks' ear before he can stop himself, nuzzling into his hair as he starts stroking him. ]
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Date: 2021-03-30 11:29 pm (UTC)his face only gets hotter as those fingers oh so easily open up his pants, knowing exactly what to do and quick. he's not waiting long at all either, because dabi comes to reach inside and wrap around keigo's hard cock. it's so hot too. a hiccup escapes his breath and he rests his head on dabi's shoulder with a small cry and rock of his hips.]
Gods, Dabi...!
[keigo moans, head tilting, greedily accepting the way he's nuzzled at his hair. he's so eager to receive any sort of affectionate gesture, hell, any gesture from dabi. the villain could spit on him and keigo would thank him.]
Your hand, f-fuck-! So good!
[definitely far better than his own.]
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Date: 2021-03-31 01:20 am (UTC)he smirks a bit when hawks' head falls back onto his shoulder and he rocks his hips. dabi follows the motion, stroking languidly with each small rock of hips, his thumb presses along the sensitive spots he's come to know. ]
That's right, pretty bird. So good. Told ya I'd warm ya right up.
[dabi tilts his head down to hawks' exposed neck and kisses at it, nipping softly until he finds that perfectly sensitive spot just next to his ear and starts sucking as his thumb runs over the head of hawks' cock, sliding pre-cum back and forth to aid him.]
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Date: 2021-03-31 01:36 am (UTC)he just needed touches like this, to have that filthy mouth keep whispering in his ear.
and fuck does dabi provide. even comes to use the nickname that makes keigo weak in the knees. good thing he wasn't on them.
whines and praises are pulled so easily from keigo's mouth, head tilted while greedily accepting the soft bite to the sensitive part at his ear. his thighs are trying to squeeze shut again the more his pleasure rises in all of this.]
F-Fuck me! Gods, Dabi-..I..Fuck!
[keigo babbles around his hand, eyes shutting closed tightly as he cries with each stroke. it's pulsing between his legs, precum making a mess probably. he was going completely insane!]