[he existed. once. before his existence was snuffed out by the sound of a child crying in his mother's arms. in a way, maybe he and hawks are similar to that regard. a bird with no identity past what his handlers decided for him. a codename and personality for the masses, with his real self kept locked away. something he aims to dig out and discover for himself. the number two pro hero would never willingly turn on society...
too bad. hawks was such a fun little tool. it's no wonder the heroes loved playing with him. attractive, successful, entertaining, results and popularity bath him in lights and public adoration. the perfect model for another generation of drooling idiots sucking up everything their heroes dumped into their mouths. a hero who'd do anything for the sake of his adoring public and hero society. even get his hands dirty...
kinda fitting. when hawks' usefulness is over, both sides will end up dumping his desiccated body. he wonders where he'll be, and if he'll be the one to find the wrung-out parrot trapped in a cell or lying in a ditch somewhere. a broken toy's not the worst thing to play with.
"gentleman". so concerned with whether a piece of trash's feeling might get hurt. what, does hawks think he comes from a cushy background where people were nice to him and attentive to whether he hurt or not? nah, this guy could pin him to the wall and shove it in raw without asking permission and it'd be just another experience on the streets. not that he thinks hawks has it in him to assault someone like that. his heart's too good.]
Did you? [he drums his fingers on his hips, as if he's rifling through memories.] Gonna be hard to do that when I got knocked to the floor. [a leering smirk tugs at his lips again, deliberately attempting to rile the other man up. it's amusing when hawks' normal cool demeanor unravels.]
Tch- [there goes the food. he was hoping to get some. oh well. as soon as hawks leans over his body, he snaps his free hand up, fists his hair at the back of hawks' head, and pulls him into his mouth. half-scarred lips find his in a bruising crush, a line of metal staples digging into the man's lower lip and chin. tasting of smoke and copper, distinct cigarette as he shoves his wet tongue into hawks' mouth without permission or care.]
[He's not oblivious to those attracted to him, but mostly he doesn't care. It's all an act. Something crafted over years; a role he plays to hide the stain beneath. The public would turn on him in an instant if they knew what he was. What he did. He wouldn't blame them.
He's required to interact with people in public for at least an hour a day. It's literally in his fucking contract. He hates it and he'd love to remove it, but he doesn't get to make those choices. Having people clamor around him spewing adoration and desire. One person's even begged to have his babies. Just..no. No. He plays the part assigned to him and then he goes home. He doesn't get to make many choices at all revolving around his life as a hero or an agent. Even his own hero agency is essentially a government shell so people don't make the connection of who or what he is.
But here in this apartment he has a say. And he says the food can wait. They can eat it after round one before they move on to round two. At least, Hawks hopes they can. He was being honest when he said he was hungry while he and Dabi were texting. But right now he's hungry for something else and unless he's stopped he's not going to until they're at least one orgasm down a piece.
Desire of this intensity is new. He's not a blushing virgin by any means. He's used his body for missions; a tool to ensnare his target and get them off guard before he killed them. And he's used it for release. For when lust and adrenalin leave him feeling like he is vibrating out of his skin and nothing but a good fuck seems to be able to settle him. But it was physical and nothing more. A means to an end. Attraction didn't much matter as long as the body was warm and willing.
He looks down at Dabi feeling something he's still not very familiar with. He's never been drawn to someone. He's never wanted someone to pay attention to him the way he wants Dabi too. He's never wanted like this before.]
Some would argue the floor is the biggest shelf in the home.
[The hand in his hair pulls a startled gasp and cuts off his comment as their mouths meet in crush of flesh and teeth. He welcomes it. Relishes the press of staples against the hair on his skin. He's got facial hair where Dabi doesn't. He wonders briefly if the other feels it or not. A mostly chance meeting, the Commission instructed him to make contact with the League, they never specified a particular target. He'd been picked up by Dabi and that decision has culminated in this man lying on his living room floor kissing him like he's trying to suck his soul out of his body. A wildfire devouring everything in its wake, and Hawks WANTS.
He loses himself a bit in the kiss. It's intoxicating. He tastes like smoke and copper, the cigarettes he smokes. Like blood sizzling over a campfire. Like danger and desire and ruin and something unique to Dabi he can't quite place.
Hawks pushes in harder, a sound of want escaping him as he pushes Dabi over onto his back again. He doesn't try to dislodge the hand in his hair, instead he leans deeper into the kiss making the tug more pronounced. Increasing the pained pleasure in a way that has his hard shaft kicking inside of his underwear. He should have changed his clothes properly. Taken off his compression suit and his cargo pants and put on something easier to remove instead.
He grunts and shifts so he's straddling the other man again. His wings mantle high behind his back before settling a bit, the feathers rustling and reacting to the intense need and desire flooding his system. Drunk. He's fucking drunk off of two damn kisses.
His hands scramble for something to touch, something to do. His slight talons dig into Dabi's coat and he's not sure if he leaves holes or not before he's able to get himself back under control and retract those talons to normal nails again. The Commission makes him keep them trimmed. Makes him wear the gloves so people don't see how much bird he can be.
Society doesn't like heteromorphs. Not really. Best not to give them a reason to be jumpy or suspicious. The Commissions words. Not his. But also not something he really wants to think about. He's never lost control like this before. Not with a bed partner. Not with anyone. Not since he was a kid. Not since the Commission beat it out of him. Literally. Or he thought they had anyway. Just another infraction to add to the growing list of things he'll have to pay for later. But that's future Hawks' problem Right now he's got something more important to focus on.
He shifts his head a bit keeping the hungry kiss going. His golden eyes half open and peering into electric blue. His normally slitted pupils blown wide with lust and need in the dim light. A feather drops the tube of lube he'd sent it to retrieve beside where they lay but he ignores it for now.
The kiss breaks for a moment and the hand in his hair pulls away. He sits up and in a flash rips his compression shirt off of his body in a well practiced motion. His feathers scatter away when he tugs the fabric over his wings and then resettle where they were after. His chest and abdomen are well sculpted from his years spent training. He's strong, but it's streamlined. He's smaller in the shoulders than Dabi is, but considering he's also a little bit shorter than the other that's to be expected. There's a bruise blooming on his right side from a fight he was in earlier in the day. He hadn't paid much attention to it at the time and even now he doesn't really care about it. Nothing's broken so there's no issue. Pain is a good reminder to be better.
He leans back down and kisses Dabi again just as hungry and devouring. He's not asking for permission either. Dabi can stop him if he wants to as he shifts his hips back just a bit and rocks down overtop of the others cock. He groans and then another sound much more bird-like works it's way from him as he does it again. He slides his hands up beneath the others coat intending to try and get him out of it. To get to the skin, the heat, he knows lies beneath what he's wearing. He wants to bask in it. The warmth, much hotter than anyone else he's been this close to. Addictive. Perfect.]
Dabi...F-fuck. Fuck, more. Off. [He shivers and grinds against him for a moment before returning to try and get them naked. To taste him everywhere. To feel his hands all over his own skin. Everything. Anything. All of it.]
Edited (I added more words) Date: 2/6/26 02:58 (UTC)
[isn't it nice? being able to feel some freedom. heroes are always so caught up in their own drivel. clinging to what's considered "decent" and "good" so they can feel better about themselves. bask in popularity and hide their ugly sides. heroes get to be above everyone else. and no one seems to care. going along with it because light's more comfortable than darkness. safer, pleasant, comfortable. it's amusing how this bird feels more freedom in his own cage than he does flying around outside in the open air. too many chains. and he accepts it like a good pet.]
Last time ya bitched about the mess. [called it a "dump" when he brought hawks into the old building and tossed him down on the mattress carelessly chucked earlier onto the floor. beer cans, chip bags, trash. nothing like this spick and span empty apartment the hero calls "home" like a balm. his lips flush to his partner's, debating the urge to sink his teeth through his lower lip and leave hawks with a mark impossible to cover up. a possibility they might come to in the future. he tilts his head to the side, uses his hand to pull hawks' the opposite direction. jaws fit together better, teeth click amid a messy grunt, and he curls his tongue inside hawks' mouth to tangle with the slick muscle nestled inside. feels good, right? the rest of the world vanishing.
oof. his back hits the ground, bony shoulder blades jutting into his coat fabric. the thin white shirt beneath doesn't do anything for cushioning and he wriggles his shoulders once, twice, so he's not butting bone to wood so hard. tch, he was comfortable on his side too. he tents his knee behind hawks' rump, joint popping slightly, and butts it up against his thigh while trapping a wing between both points.
and gone. spit stretches between their lips for a second before snapping and he drops his head to the floor, eyes half-lidded and watching as hawks pulls his shirt free from his body. bared and heaving above him. explodes his wings in the process before putting them back together. slowly wandering his gaze down over the sculpture of his torso, from shoulders to narrow hips, lines made and built for speed and strength. lucky bastard. probably got born with those good genes and the heroes pounced on them like any weapon purveyor.
the second hawks returns, he captures his hair again, fists feathery locks in his own hand, and shoves his tongue in hard once more. messy makes it fun. they're not here for chaste bullshit. hips to hips, grinding together in a lazy back and forth with more need on the way. a hand works under his coat and he shrugs his shoulders, arches his back, letting the man push the black material off his body. at least down to his biceps since he's not gonna help with his arm. they're busy fisting his hair and wandering back to grab a handful of feathers at the base of hawks' wings.]
Ya really getting desperate up there, pretty bird...
[Hawks grumbles against the others lips when he brings up last time] Last time there was a serious risk of tetanus and it took me almost two hours to clean the cigarette butts and trash out of my feathers. And that was after I scattered as many as I could. It would have been better to just fuck in the damn woods.
[When Dabi leans back to watch him take his shirt off he finds himself preening a bit. He loves the other mans eyes. The way they follow him as he moves. They see so much, sometimes more than Hawks wants him to see, but they're entrancing. It's addictive.
Dabi is a drug and Hawks is a junkie seeking another hit. Addiction is in his blood, he should be aware of it, but he doesn't care. He likes that the other finds him attractive. Though it's ironic how attractive he actually is considering he's pretty much gutter trash. Dabi's the one with the breeding and the genes between the two of them. Not that Hawks knows that. He just knows that he finds the other man attractive in a way he doesn't usually pay attention to and his hands seem to have a knack for finding all his little weak spots.
He feels the other shift beneath him. He knows if Dabi doesn't like the position they're in he can and will change it. The other isn't afraid to throw him around and Hawks likes that about him too.
He gets annoyed when Dabi refuses to cooperate in the removal of his coat. One of the older mans hands is back in his hair pulling just right. The other is sliding along his bare skin and around his side, up his back, and to the base of his wing. The sound he lets out is more avian than human and his entire body tenses for a moment before he nearly melts atop the other as a full body shudder runs through him. His wings rustle; the feathers shiver and spread a bit to the sides giving the other more room to touch.
Tease [He's panting and there's a sheen of sweat collecting on his temples and along his shoulders. Dabi is hot. Literally and figuratively and it's making the temperature in the space around them rise. He likes it, it's oddly comforting as they continue to trade hungry and biting kisses. And then that bastard goes and tells him he's a pretty bird even as he's calling him desperate. The biting reply he prepares is cut off by another sound that works its way free as his eyes lull back into his head for a moment and his whole body tenses again. It's not an orgasm, but it is a thrill of pleasure that runs from head to toe. Hearing it said is so much different than reading it on a screen. The hand on his back grips tighter and another shiver rushes through him.]
Thought heroes weren't supposed to whine. [murmured in a lazy drawl against hawks' lips. he hadn't cared at all when the man complained about his substandard meet-up spot. and soon enough, hawks didn't even notice the beer cans and cigarette butts on the floor. all he was doing was raking the sheets and his body while trying not to flap his way off the mattress with each thrust.] Ain't gonna do it in the woods; you'd fly into a tree.
[he hates his eyes. every time he looks into the mirror, that monster stares back at him. full of hatred and disgust at having created something so useless. even worse was the disappointment. always there, always present. no matter what reflective surface he sees, there they are. he had thought to burn them out once...
not really on his mind right now. hawks is taking up the majority of his gray matter. kneeling over him like this, shedding his shirt and baring the defines of his torso and shoulders. healthy cuts and well-fed mounds made for speed and strength. even if it was forced, he was a man well-kept by his handlers. made sleek and able for his job, with a pretty face and nice eyes to capture any wavering trust. every inch of him entrapment for those idiots slobbering over his results and profile. wonder how they'd feel if he let his face a molten mess of scar tissue.
nah, he's not helping. barely moves his shoulders and spine to let hawks push the coat off the broad bones and down his arms to the elbows, where black bunches around stitches and metal cuffs and catches on his elbows. his hands are busy; hawks should've thought about that before. digging into his hair and pulling his head one way or another as he claims his mouth with his teeth and tongue. a lazy breath seeps from his lips when hawks responds to his wing getting grabbed. always does. must not let others fondle those treasures... oof, he flops back on the ground, plastered under a melted bird sprawling over him. bet these are annoying to sleep with.]
You like it. [teasing him. he curls his fingers around the wing joint, almost fisting connective tissue and bone, before pushing upward. deliberately drags small feathers and larger with his hand, flattening them momentarily along hawks' wing limb. so tempting to pull back and really ruffle those red down. felt that, huh. the way hawks practically dry orgasms over a few stupid words and some mouth play. he abandons the blonde's wing and predatory strikes down, cupping the hero's dick through his pants. squeezing and groping in a rude, taunting motion.] Didja just cum over some sweet talk? That's kinda cute.
[a broken chirping laugh bubbles out of him when Dabi tells him he’d fly into a tree if they fucked in the woods.] Think the risk of forest fire is higher than my flying into a tree. [a groan leaves him when they grind together just right]
Besides. I thought you liked me a little bloody. Or is that only when you cause it?
[The sounds Hawks is making are something he will hate himself for later, but right now he feels to good to care. Touch starved and desperate for the others hands on him he’s happily allowing Dabi to prod him in places he doesn’t let others touch. It’s stupid and he shouldn’t be letting it happen. Maybe one day he’ll care enough to stop it.
Sleeping with the wings is easier than you’d think. Probably a lot easier than sleeping with staples everywhere.
When Dabi’s hand traces the delicate bones up his wing and then comes back down along his feathers he makes a clicking sound in his chest again. But then the hand in his wing is gripping his cock through his pants and he tenses as a screech escapes. He winces. That was louder than he’d expected.]
No I did—Fucking fuck, Dabs…gentle with the merchandise.
[Except they both know he likes it rough and this is nothing compared to what the other can do. He knows Dabi can feel his cock twitching where he’s gripping him.]
Okay. Enough of this…
[He leans down and presses close not caring if he is trapping that hand against his cock. It’s just for a minute. He uses his wings to help himself gain enough leverage to stand and pull Dabi upright with him. With both of them standing it’s a lot easier to start attacking clothes and getting them both properly naked.]
Wanna see if we can break the orgasm record from last time?
[he barely gives a sound when hawks counters his comment, a little too distracted by the body atop him and lips on his own.] Rude. Ya actin like I set everythin on fire. [why would he set the forest ablaze? wasn't like he had a bunch of kids to try smoking out that time around.]
Dunno. You'll have to come see me after ya get knocked around. [he'll be the one keeping those noises to himself in his mind, maybe play them around his head later when he's thinking back on their time together. hawks can embarrass himself over them another time; he'll enjoy the idea of this man flustering because he got sounds dragged unbidden from his throat. if hawks cared enough to stop this, they wouldn't even be on the floor in the first place.
as long as he's not sleeping under scratchy blankets atop ratty mattresses that catch on his staples and tug them at night, he's fine. not that he cares if he wakes up and finds one or two pulled free. another gift from that monster.
can't stop the way his lips hook in a small grin at the high-pitched sound escaping the man's mouth. for a man with wings, he's got more avian traits than he wants to admit. he tightens his grip, squeezing him harder through the tan of his flight pants and the dark material clinging to his hips beneath.]
Ya don't want gentle. [and crawls his hand down further, actively ignoring hawks' dick and going instead for his balls. cupping the pair in his fingers and palm until the heel's digging into his balls and fingertips are pressing hard at his perineum for a few deliberate hard rubs.] Feel that? You're already twitchin like crazy right here...
[both eyes widen slightly, piqued surprise, when hawks suddenly flops atop him and abruptly hauls himself (and him) up onto his feet. using his wings like a damn gust to send them rocking. a rush of blood swarms his head, he has to lock his knees and brace his feet slightly so there's no stumbling.] Oy, ya want me to get motion sick?
[griping like he's somehow been unfairly punished. but at least he'll be nice enough and let hawks start divesting him of his clothes. his coat hits the ground in a fluttering crash of leather, threads, and metal cuffs.] How many or how fast?
[It's insane how one man can undo years worth of training in such a short time, or maybe the training never stuck in the first place and he's simply out of his head enough to not hide it. Doesn't really matter in the end, he's unable to stop the sounds escaping. Good thing the older man likes them.
He is indeed twitching like crazy when Dabi's hand slips from his cock to palming his balls and lower. His body clenches down tightly on nothing and he feels the ache of being empty a bit keener.
When they're upright and Dabi sways while complaining, Hawks leans up and kisses the side of his mouth]
M' sorry, floor wasn't cutting it. And before you say it, yes, I know it was my fault, but to be fair you started it.
[His hands tug and work Dabi's coat off of him before attacking the others shirt. He's not as rough as he could be, as excited as he is making Dabi bleed all over he place would kind of defeat the purpose. He doesn't want to pull too many staples out if he can avoid it.
When the dark haired man asks him how many or how fast Hawks just gives him a wicked sort of grin]
Yes.
[He drops his own pants leaving him in just the lower portion of his compression suit and reaches out to grip Dabi's belt to start working it off if he's allowed to.]
[keep talking about him in your head like that and he's gonna have to temper his pride later. seeing and hearing a trained hero lapdog like this starting to break down and grow flustered in his grip brings a swell of interesting feelings to his chest. something he thinks might remind him of happiness he felt a long time ago. blackened and bitter with something a lot uglier. but there's no doubt he enjoys witnessing it.
not as happy when he's hauled to his feet and his eyes threaten to roll around in his damn head. a little warning would be nice next time. hawks is being as careless with his motion sensitivity as the damn lizard handling the truck. does he want him to collapse on his feet in front of him? ... mean. he turns his head to the side a bit when hawks leans up and starts pecking at the corner. grumpy and maybe pouting. what's he look like, a ten year old?]
I didn't start anythin. [he was content to lie on the ground like a rug and fuck down there in the dirt. or lack of dirt. for someone who doesn't spend much time here, the place is clean. he refuses to lift his arms this time, hawks has to pull his shirt up and over his head, then off his arms, if he wants to get the threadbare white thing out of his sight. don't rip it. he went dumpster diving for that. figures the hero'd be careful. doesn't wanna tug a staple and get blood all over his nice floor and couch.
he shakes the shirt free of his hand, not caring where it lands. baring his ruined, rotting body all worn down from living on the streets. lanky and wire taut, a notable difference between himself and hawks. the hero's healthy sleek. he's the opposite.]
Ya havin way too much fun with this. [but he lifts his hands and arms in mock surrender, letting hawks attack his belt and work the thick buckle open. they're the main hold on his hips, so once loose, his pants quickly take a one-way plummet around his boots. least he's got a worn part of boxer briefs this time. mostly he goes commando like a reject.] Surprised ya legs aren't fallin asleep with how tight those are.
[That only makes him want to do it more. Just a little hint of rebellion. After all, Dabi's got him doing little things and jobs he's never been allowed to do before. Even though the Commission knows about it, he still gets to do it and it's fun. He doesn't really get to have fun with how busy he is. He's not really allowed to do much of anything they don't give him express permission to do. He really wasn't lying about not being a real person. Real people have hobbies. Hawks just works, and occasionally eats and sleeps when they let him.
He also doesn't get to have wild, crazy, sex like other people get to have. He doesn't get to have relationships with people. That means attachments and weak points that can be exploited. The nameless bodies he's been with before were nothing like this. They didn't mean anything to him, nor he to them. They didn't want to take him apart and leave him a pile of shuddering ashes and feathers with a head as empty as the rest of him. Having the noise inside your head turned off is a rush, and as we've established, Hawks is a junkie for the drug that is Dabi.]
I really am sorry, I forgot you get motion sick. I'd ask if you're okay but you'd probably light me on fire and well, that's not as fun as what we were doing.
[Yeah, he's rambling. Sue him. He manages to get the others shirt off even though Dabi is no help at all. He takes a moment to take him in. The staples glint in the dim light and his eyes widen a bit, gaze narrowed in on them for a second before the others voice pulls him out of it. He smiles as he works the others belt off and watches them his pants fall to the floor. Maybe he should get the other man some better clothes. He can afford it after all.
But he's not overly sure Dabi would like to have him as a sugar daddy...besides, getting gifts for one another isn't something fuck buddies do. Right?]
They make my ass look amazing. [And they do, he kneels down to fight with the others shoes and pants and while he's down there he might lean in and press his face to the front of he others boxer briefs. Dabi did say he had something better for his mouth to do, didn't he?
He manages to somehow get the other man free of his remaining clothes with little to no help from him and then he's tugging his underpants down revealing his rather perfect cock. At least in Hawks opinion. It's perfect for him. Hits all the right places, and it's got shiny adornments decorating it that he really enjoys tasting. He grips him gently and looks up, golden eyes locking with turquoise, then drags his tongue up the length from base to tip making sure to hit every rung on the ladder pierced there.]
[aw, that's kinda cute he thinks betraying his comrades and killing his coworkers are little things he never got to do before. he's not about to let some damn hero get close to their ranks without proving himself as fucked-up as the rest of them. surprising to hear hawks even bring up the suggestion when they first met. and he sounded so irritated when he sicced hood on endeavor back then. neither of them trusted each other, so why should he stick to the deal as literal as hawks demanded? he should've suspected a change. guess he's gotta come up with another little chore... wonder what'd be something useful and interesting, but wouldn't overstep his own bounds.]
Ya runnin your mouth too much. [really starting to sound like some damn schoolgirl with a flustered crush. his hair springs back into spiky place once his shirt clears his head, not even bothering to shake his skull and "fix" some of the kinda-mussed spines. it's been a long time since he felt anything self-conscious about his body. that trait died years ago. hawks eyes wander across his flesh and scars, wiry lines and slight malnourished edges. wouldn't have mattered if he were completely naked in front of him. it's the goal after all.
with his pants down, he knocks a foot back and starts toeing the hell of his boot, pinning it to the floor so he can drag his leg out. at least until hawks goes down to help his efforts. between a hand on his boot and shin, a brief tug and it jerks free, getting his pants leg caught around his foot. he doesn't miss a beat dragging the material inside out as he steps down barefoot on the floor and lets the hero work the other one out. while mashing his face into his groin. desperate enough to earn a lazy grin on his lips.] Most people ain't gonna see 'em though.
[hawks always wears those brown coveralls. one or two shaky kicks shuck his pants off completely, leaving him in just the pair of boxer briefs that look newer than everything else. stole those recently. they slide down easily, revealing an infuriatingly still limp dick. (totally did that on purpose just to ruffles hawks' feathers. took some intense willpower to keep it down though.) at least his conflagration and recovery managed to keep his hips relatively intact, sparing his dick and ass from the same lavender state. the four-rung frenum ladder is still warm from being tucked against his balls the past several minutes, rippling under hawks' tongue. and quickly starts swelling because he's not trying to stop it. jerk.] Betcha a lotta people've seen this...
[Okay. So maybe not everything he did for the League was or is fun. 'Killing' his friend wasn't fun; but that's not something he's going to unpack tonight. And the whole thing with the Nomu and Endeavor was more of a 'that was a dickish thing to do, and hey, you almost fucking killed me'. How's he meant to be an asset if you kill him?! But the spy stuff is fun. Gathering intel, stealing things; some things the Commission doesn't know he's taken....but those are for himself. Not the League. The high end had caused him more harm than anything else he's faced as a pro. He'd been nearly grounded after the fight due to his wings being heavily damaged. Broken feathers hurt. A lot.
As the other is undressed Hawks finds his eyes traveling to the spaces held together by staples. The glinting silver steals his focus for small intervals of time but he also takes time to simply observe the other. His burns look painful but as far as he understands Dabi doesn't have much feeling in the scars, which he supposes is a blessing in some cases. Idly, he's wondered if there's a way to actually help the other man not have to deal with this sort of shit. Surely there's someone who can help him that doesn't care if he's a psychotic, murderous, raving, lunatic. Right?
Where Dabi is a patchwork of pain and survival, Hawks' body is covered in fine, barely noticeable scars. One wouldn't see many of them unless they were looking for them. Miles of tanned and toned flesh on display along with the crimson feathers sprouting from his back. He knows he's hot. He's not afraid to show it. And, as far as his own clothing is concerned. He wears what he's told to wear, so if you have complaints about his attire forward them to the HPSC. They'll file them in the proper folders.
His cock is a bit shorter in length than Dabi's but nearly as thick around. No piercings, uncut, and currently hard as stone. His shaft twitches a bit and a bead of precome gathers at the rosy tip as he kneels there with arousal as things get hotter between them. Dabi messing with his wings earlier still has pleasure thrumming in his veins.
Hawks isn't put off by the limp cock in front of him. Not the first time it's happened and won't be the last he's sure. He wagers it's more for control, and less because he's not into it. Dabi seems like the type to want to be in control of as much as he possibly can; and Hawks knows he likes to ruffle his feathers. Literally and figuratively.
When the other man stares down at him while the blonde teases his cock to hardness and comments about a lot of people seeing him like this; he smirks.]
Is that a little jealousy I hear there, hot stuff? [He lets his mouth seal around the top piercing of the ladder and worries it with his tongue before letting it go.]
Don't worry, you're my favorite. [And then he's leaning up and taking that growing length into his mouth as deep as he can in a steady and slow pace. He doesn't have much of a gag reflex, but he can't rush it, not at first. Plus, he does actually want to enjoy himself if being allowed to have this.]
[taking a look at him, huh? this rotting corpse held together by metal and sheer grudge alone. should've died a long time ago, but he isn't ready to feed worms just yet. someone else needs to join him on his trip. an end goal he has to see through. how fitting for some high-flying golden bird to find himself staring at the gutter trash he sails over so often. arms by his side, head cocked slightly, he lets him look all he wants, amused this man finds his body so interesting. hawks has practically every eye in the world, thousands willing to sleep with him and suck his dick until he's spent his balls ten times over. yet he's here. with him. what a waste.
no accounting for bad taste, huh. he isn't still in his own wandering. aqua eyes picking from one fine razor cut after another. hadn't noticed them at first, but he's seen this man close up a few times now. slightly lighter than the rest of his skin, as if some bird's walked all over his body and scratched him a million times. probably due to his own feathers as he learned to control them. or those bastards in the hero center wanting to see what their little pet could put up with. couldn't let their prize weapon crumple over bit of pain.
kneeling in front of him, hard and wanting, ready to take whatever he gives him. two fingers twitch at his side, eyes lidding every so slightly. could turn his hand and torch him right now, burn him to ash. probably too distracted to react... nah, hawks is already oozing between his thighs. he's not so impatient to rob himself a good fuck.]
Whatcha gonna do if I said yes? [mild droning as a taunt. bony fingers press their tips into hawks' hair at the hairline, smoothing backwards and combing those unruly bangs towards his crown. a low breath ghosts across his lower lip as the man begins lapping at him a few more times before closing his lips around the piercing closest to his tip. precum wells without permission and drips down onto his shaft. a lazy glassy slide breaking over the hero's upper lip.]
Careful. Ya gonna make me feel special. [he tightens his hand in the man's hair as soon as he leans in and pulls, dragging hawks' open mouth over his shaft. wet smears across his palate, shoves his tongue down into his lower jaw, he fills his mouth without care. one piercing clicks over his lower teeth after the other, demarcating the depths with each jolt tugging at his dick's skin. doesn't matter if hawks doesn't wanna rush it.
he gets to the back of his mouth... and abruptly snaps his hips forward, shoving right down his throat.] C'mon, didn't ya want it?
[Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and there's odder quirks out there than what Dabi has to deal with. If those people are allowed to have partners who find them attractive, then so can he. Besides, it's not just the aesthetics that matter. Dabi is the right combination of mean and difficult and unapologetic in bed that ticks all the right buttons for this birdy.
His own scars, souvenirs of a life spent being honed into perfection, don't tell a third of the story of what Hawks has survived all in the name of being the best. He wasn't lying when he said he wants to change things. He wants to make a world where heroes have to much time on their hands. A world where there aren't child soldiers like himself. A world where people like himself and Dabi don't grow up the way they did. A kinder place where everyone can belong. Idealistic? Yeah, but hey, everyone's got a dream.
The taunt he's given in reply to his tease about Dabi being jealous isn't unexpected at all. Dabi makes it a job of being difficult most of the time and Hawks is perfectly fine with that. Most of the time. He smirks wide when the other's cock twitches and he gets a taste of him just moments before he's choking on his length. He'll never admit it, but he likes this. Likes being used like this. Likes Dabi fucking his throat and taking what he wants. It makes him hot, makes his blood sing with desire and need. It's wet and messy and it's nearly all he can do to make sure his teeth are covered so he doesn't hurt him as Dabi fucks his face. Even with his lack of a gag reflex he's still choking on he others leaking cock.
He'd reply, but that's a bit hard given his current situation. Instead his wings tremble and rustle even as he presses deeper trying to get as much of the other in his throat as he can. The fingers in his hair are pulling just right and he feels his eyes roll back into his head. Realizing he's a slut for this sort of thing isa new experience. He lumps it into the same category as his barely contained 'want' of the older man. Something to poke at later when he's not being railed six ways until Sunday.
He brings a hand up to tease and touch the others balls while he continues to deep throat him over and over again. Once he's gotten used to it a bit more he turns his gaze up to the other and moans around the shaft in his mouth. His own twitches and leaks against his thigh but he doesn't reach for it. Not yet. Right now it's about seeing if he can make Dabi lose control just a bit more. To try to regain that upper hand he's beginning to think he never really had in the first place.]
Edited (I am a dumdum and thankfully you did not reply yet because half of my reply was missing. Sorry) Date: 2/20/26 21:06 (UTC)
[aww. glad to know some people find monsters and trash attractive. this is the man who held a blade to his neck in an alleyway, a man whose entire purpose in life is to eradicate vermin like him. like a sick fantasy story, thinking the rat in your trap is attractive enough to keep for a fun little pet. all the while knowing in the back of his mind he's going to be tasked with slitting his neck in the end. or locking him up in a cage so all the nice people who love hawks can live comfortably in their little lives.
this is all physical after all. hawks knows better than to mix emotion and feeling in sleeping with his enemy. he's heard stories on the streets, stories of the occasional hero engaged in a scandal no one hears about on the news. neatly covered up. makes him wonder whether endeavor ever tangled up with someone else. it's been a long time since he had that bitch in his bed ready to get stuffed with another kid. hawks is pretty close to endeavor too... has this mouth already slobbered over his own father's? heh, that's kinda amusing. hawks doesn't know, does he. would it twist his stomach if he learned the truth? he'd probably never want to see him again.]
Figured. Ya like it rough and dirty. Wonder what people'd say if they saw ya down on your knees, chokin on a murderer's dick. [his bony fingers curl hard in the man's feathery hair, tugging it at the roots until he knows there's pain. refusing to move just yet. he wants to feel his mouth struggling on him. what's he gonna do with his teeth? what's his tongue busy with? covering them with his lips, huh. what a nice guy. as if he'd get hurt by teeth on his cock. he's had worse on it.] Betcha they'd be jealous of me. Gettin their favorite hero all to myself. Ya ever think of how many fans jerk it to your face every night?
[salacious. he draws back, pulling his cock inch by inch, bar by bar, out of hawks' pretty mouth. saliva stretches between his lip and his dick, connecting them in a few shiny spindles... before he snaps his hips forward and plunges back in. listening to him gulp and gag-- doing that on purpose, isn't he --as he shoves it clean down his throat. precum oozes from his tip, bitter and slick across hawks' tongue. this feels good, less the physical sensation and more having fun at mocking the hero. knowing it also turns him on.] What a good bird. They really trained ya well. Useful for everything. A hero and a slut in one man.
[his lips curl upward in a grin as fingers reach up and brush at his balls. skin stretches at his staples and piercings, cheeks threatening to split apart at the seams if he goes harder... over and over, rolling his hips and rocking them in lazy thrusts that plunge himself in to the balls down hawks' throat. now he's moaning? that's a nice run of vibrations.] You're makin a mess down there, Number 2.
[Hawks isn't one to shy away from dirty talk or even a bit of humiliation in bed. He likes the teasing, the names. It's not something he ever gets either. His usual hookups are either silent or people being a bit to overzealous about sleeping with him and that's not as fun. This though, this is different. New. Shiny. Dabi's patchwork body isn't the prettiest sight and Hawks logically knows that. But his avian brain thinks of it differently and he's not really able to see it as anything other than Dabi's unique plumage. His patterns. His strength and determination to survive. A walking testament to the power of modern science and sheer spite.
Hawks claws on his free hand dig into the pale flesh of Dabi's left thigh when the other starts talking. Little pinpricks that he's not able to keep from breaking skin. Air is important regardless of what the asshole above him thinks. He breathes in through his nose deeply when the other pulls back and he lets him do as he wishes. He likes this, no point in denying it.
He doesn't care about other people and what they want from him. He doesn't care about anything but this right now. This thing he's decided to take for himself. A trinket he's hoarding, using for his own desires. His own wants. Dabi might be 'taking him' but Hawks is letting him do it.
His feathers ruffle again the more the other talks. So much sensory input. This close he can feel his blood circulating through his veins, read his breathing, his temperature. He can feel his words as he speaks them and it scratches an itch somewhere deep inside his brain. Yes, he has no problems using this man to meet his own needs at all.
He lets him fuck his face for a while longer before Hawks lets a few of his feathers float free from his back and then he's using them to push himself back from the other man. He knows better than to try and push Dabi, he's not inclined to feel burning feathers tonight if he can avoid it. That shit stings until the connection is lost.
He pants, a crooked smile on his face and his voice is wrecked when he talks.]
Not holding back tonight are you, firefly?
[He stands up and grabs the lube as he does so before moving over to the couch where he settles himself just so. An enticing package he hopes as he spreads himself and lubes up two of his own fingers and begins to press them inside.]
How about you come over here like a good boy and fuck me. I mean if you're gonna wreck me, you might as well go all the way, right?
[the hero's got a lot of people who want to climb into his bed and cling to him. probably staring at his face with awe-struck eyes and flustered words over getting to fuck their favorite hero. all those people propelling him to his number 2 status would give anything for a chance at his dick or ass, wouldn't they. makes him even more amused the man decided to roll around in the gutters when he had the chance. to sleep with a corpse on its way to hell when he could be getting his mouth stuffed with some angel's dick. says a lot about hawks' fucked-up tastes or his shitty self worth. he really could've been a great villain. sucks his heart's too damn saturated with hero crap.]
Oy, oy. Ya tryin to cut a piece out? [his lips curve up at the corners, breath crawling over his gleaming teeth. talking like that gets him riled up enough to dig in? he only feels the pressure poking into his skin, each one welling up a dark red blot at the tips. it's not the first time he's been clawed by this raptor. won't be the last one either. fingers tighten hard enough to rip a few strands out of hawks' head as he abruptly snaps his hips forward and buries himself in all the way to the balls. shoves it right down his throat, blue eyes glowing under his choppy black bangs.] C'mon. Lemme hear ya choke on it.
[he'll call bullshit on hawks not caring. but right now? nah, he'll get behind being the only thing on hawks' mind. fucking him until there's nothing else left in his head by his own wretched image. hadn't he wanted that from the start? just for one man to finally notice him... pathetic, isn't it. guess they're both substituting. makes him wanna laugh a little as he listens to and feels hawks' throat spasm around his cock.]
How long were ya thinkin about this? You're suckin it down like ya haven't eaten all day. [pressure shoves at his hips and he braces one foot behind him, heel digging into the ground to stop himself from sliding. feathers knock into his hips and sink into hawks' shoulders. for a brief moment, he refuses to let him go, hand clawed on the back of his head and holding him mouth-flush to his hips. just to make a point he could've kept him there if he wanted.
then lets him go, the wet shlucking sound of his length dragging out of the man's throat and mouth accenting wet strands of drool sticking his hips, cock, and balls to the hero's lips. what a nice sight. his voice sounds good like that. a few flicks of his fingers throw some sandy blond strands off, having to dig one out from under his nail.]
Ya didn't come here to get loved on. [calling that out easily enough before walking forward, heedless of how out of place his naked body is in the middle of a nice apartment like this. lubrication spreads on hawks' fingers and he waits for him to get both of them just to the surface of his ass. before abruptly stomping down on his wrist, pinning the man's hand to the inside of his thigh with the sole of his foot. bones creak and muscles pull in his thigh as he leans forward, stretching a bit with the deliberate loom over his partner's sprawled figure.]
Who said ya get to stick your own fingers in there? [he reaches forward, bringing two fingers to hawks' mouth. a brief "fwoosh" sees tiny flames flicker on the tips for a moment, then flare out, leaving a smoky scent and lingering heat.] Open up, pretty bird.
[He's not surprised when Dabi tries to keep him where he is. He's learned that quickly over the course of their 'relationship' such as it may be, that the raven haired man never does anything he doesn't want too. He also has a tendency to keep others from doing things he doesn't want them to do. He can't stop the warble that leaves his chest at the other clutching his hair so hard that when they do part he loses some of it.]
Nope, here to get wrecked.
[He watches as the taller man follows him across the room and smirks because he knows what's coming. Knows he's about to get fucked into the damn stratosphere. Except, his own attempt at prepping himself is denied before he even starts. He cries out more in surprise than pain, though it does smart a bit, when Dabi's foot pins his wrist against his thigh. His rough voice tickling brain again by calling him a pretty bird even as he states very clearly that Hawks isn't allowed to touch himself there. Alright, he can accept that.
The press of the others foot against his wrist and thigh forces his leg to the side and causes his hip joint to pop. Nothing's damaged or injured, but the sound jars him a bit. Doesn't make his cock any softer. Neither does the sight of blue flames coming for his face before they extinguish and only warmth and the scent of smoke is left behind as they approach his mouth.
Fucking, ow wat-
[His words cut off as a gasp leaves him. His feathers shiver behind him against the back of the sofa and his cock twitches again, precum sliding down the side in a pearly bubble. It really is unfair that just two fucking words can make him ruffled like this. Trained dog indeed if the equivalent of a 'good boy' makes him this hot and bothered. His mouth falls open and he trills as he lets the offered fingers in. He sucks on them in the way he knows the other likes based on their previous interactions.
Golden eyes lock onto blue so bright it is like they are glowing with the fire beneath his skin. It's mesmerizing. Intoxicating. He drags his tongue along those fingers uncaring of what he looks like as he does it. This is much for himself as it is for Dabi and he's going to enjoy it.]
[why would he? had enough of people telling him what to do. spent his entire life doing nothing but. hawks should know the feeling. he's a government lapdog, listening to every order they give him, coming at their beck and call. doesn't trust a word this guy says, but he has to play along if he wants to make use of him. heroes are so reactive, hardly doing anything on their own but wandering around looking for trouble to stick their noses in. he's pretty sure hawks isn't doing this out of his own good heart.]
Then don't whine later if I send ya back with bruises.
[maybe some bite marks, scratches, possibly a burn or two. depends on how he's feeling. muscles strain under his skin and one of the staples on his thigh threatens to pull free as he puts more pressure on hawks' wrist. at least until he brings his other leg forward a scant shuffle. not really all that flexible. his eyes wander across the man's exposed chest and opened legs, taking note of his muscles and pretty skin. they really found a diamond when they pulled this man from the trash heap. makes him wanna burn hawks up even more. guess he'll settle for stopping his hand.
it's not a romantic picture at all. he hears and feels the hero's hip pop as it settles, probably pulling his shoulder too from having his wrist hocked down here already. but his dick's hard as a rock, twitching with his voice. hm? someone's brave. most people would flinch back at flames being brought to their face. though it's little more than candlelight. as soon as hawks opens his mouth to bitch, he gets two words out before he shoves two fingers inside. not even gentle about it at first. hawks did himself a favor showing his lack of gag reflex already.]
Ya real skilled with your tongue out there. Talkin to everyone and makin them feel like ya care. [saliva stretches between his fingers as the bony digits spread inside hawks' mouth, crooked in curves so the second knuckles aim towards his gullet. gives him plenty of room for catching the bird's tongue between them. nuzzling his fingers back and forth in a deliberate attempt to squelch his slick muscle and ooze more saliva out. wants to see him make a mess, drool a little. can't close his jaws with both of them stuffed inside.]
Look at you. Gettin turned on by insults and havin ya mouth stuffed. Betcha'd love it if someone pinned ya in an alley and fucked you from behind. Fingers in your mouth makin ya moan like a whore. [he scoops one finger lower, deliberately encouraging a small spill of saliva over hawks' lower jaw onto his chin. uses his other finger to pin the tongue against his palate. there he goes, sucking on his fingers as good as he did his dick a few minutes ago. sloppy too. squishing his tongue in another pincer motion, he slowly drags his hand back and out of hawks' mouth.] Slut. Ya liked that too much.
[The large bruise on his side twinges a bit when Dabi presses harder agains his pinned wrist and thigh but not enough for him to try and pull free of the hold. He's far from helpless in this situation, but he likes the manhandling and the rough play and he's got no real inclination to stop it yet.
I knew you liked seeing me a little roughed up.
[Those fingers in his mouth aren't still at all and he finds himself simply letting Dabi do as he pleases. He's drooling all over himself, but he doesn't mind that either. Wet and messy just means the sex is good in his opinion, and he does really like the way the other man talks to him while he does it. His eyes are lidded, breath coming in pants as he lets the other man play.
He coos once and it shifts into a moan when the other mentions someone pinning him in an alley and taking him from behind. Because yes. That's incredibly hot to think about.
Those fingers slip from his mouth, and he makes no movement to clean up the sheen of saliva coating his chin and face. He just gives Dabi a smirk and tilts his head back a bit.]
That's a good idea. Maybe I'll keep it in mind the next time I arrest someone in an alley way. Let 'em get one last fuck in before I arrest 'em.
[He leans forward and shifts forcing Dabi to take his foot away from his wrist and thigh or risk falling over and then leans back.]
Any particular position you want me in, Hot Stuff, since you're being all domineering and all tonight. It's sexy though, so I'll allow it.
[looks painful. how long's it been since he's felt pain? ... can't remember. probably unpleasant. if he pushes his foot like this, hawks' leg gets pressed even further towards the couch cushion. he can see the lines in his thigh stretching beneath his skin. figures he's so well kept. and used to it.]
Ain't that natural? Heroes always get bloodied up when they go out huntin. [a bony forearm settles atop his bent knee, fingers dangling midair from a callously-flopped hand hanging inside his legs. in several weeks, he'll be taking this same position for a far more fatal encounter... but right now, fatality's not on his mind. only how good hawks looks splayed out like this.] When'd they start trainin ya to take a dick? Had to be pretty young...
[if they have no problem putting kids in the middle of a war, they're not gonna care about whoring a child out either. his fingers come out glistening and drippy, hawks' saliva coating them as good as any lubrication. open and close, open and close, both of them like scissors in the air with strands stretching between. it's kind of mesmerizing how much he can do with his mouth when he isn't talking. doesn't change his opinion about hawks getting boned in an alley. those dove-like sounds linger in his mind, pure evidence this guy likes the idea.] Sick. Maybe I'll hire a few guys and make that dream a reality for ya.
[he drops his arm, elbow popping without permission, and turns his hand palm up as both fingers crux just shy of hawks' puckered hole. not the first time he's been in it. pretty sure a lot of people have. could be nice and go slowly... or-]
Ya askin to get shanked. [-and shoves both in with one go. feels his muscle split around his digits, not sure if they're protesting the penetration or greedily making way for the twin bones. saliva squelches against the man's rim as he slides one joint to the next, stretching the little muscle until it's threatening to pale slightly from the girth. gonna need a lot bigger to make it white... tempting.
at least he was amenable to stepping off hawks' leg before he plunged both of them in there. didn't bother answering the other question either, lips quirked in a lazy smirk as he curls both digits in "come here" motions once he bottoms out inside to the knuckles.] This one's good.
[Everything about this entire encounter is a bad idea. Everything. And yet Hawks just can't find it in himself to care about it. Sure, he cares about the job. He follows the orders, even he doesn't have a choice in disobeying them. He understands someone has to do the dirty work and it might as well be him. If at the end of the day people get saved and the world keeps spinning then it was worth it. So he hopes anyway.
He's got his marching orders for this mission. Infiltrate and report. No one said anything about fucking his informant, that was something he decided to do on his own. One small rebellion that strokes a part of his brain he can't seem to leave alone. It's toxic. He knows that logically, but it feels too good for him to let it go. It'll bite him in the ass later, sooner than he realizes. But that's future Hawks' problem. Right now his current problem is talking about hiring people to fuck him in an alley.]
Since when do you outsource this kind of work? Or is sloppy seconds a preference of yours? [He gasps and his hips rock down when those fingers tease at his hole. It's hot. It's nearly overwhelming. He's never wanted someone like this even if he knows it's wrong. He's never had someone who's able to just take him like this before. Someone who doesn't care about what or who he is, just treats him like a place to get his dick wet. Someone who hurts him the way he chooses to allow. All his life pain has happened to him and not by his own choice. His criminal father and his neglectful mother. The commission buying him like a puppy at age six. Years spent being molded through pain and torment into wha the is today. No, he didn't chose those things. But this? This he is allowing. This he is taking for himself. This he is choosing.
Two fingers start to press inside and he grunts. The lube is right there beside them and the pyro is just ignoring it like the jerk that he is. He gives another chuckle that breaks off into a warble when two of those fingers spear him open fully without preamble all while telling him he's gonna get shanked in that alley way.]
Fuck! Ha-ah, Wou..wouldn't be...fuck..the first time I got shank-ked.
[A story for another time though, because those fingers are fucking scary accurate after only a few romps in the sack. His head falls back with another moan as those fingers find his prostate after only a few passes. He feels the tease of a third finger and a warning clicks in his chest again.]
Use lube if you're adding more than three. [There's a threat in that breathless tone. He's fine right now. He likes the burn, the ache and stretch of it, but he's not taking anything more than three digits without lube because that's not fun for him. And he will use his feathers for protection if the other tries.]
[he's used to being everyone's bad idea. his own father hated the sight of him. only saw everything he couldn't do. even shigaraki hadn't liked him on their first encounter. why should hawks be any different? doesn't stop either of them from indulging in it. he likes being the disappointment, the reject, the mistake, the danger. the biggest disappointment in his family name. wonders if it's the same for hawks. living a glowing, wonderful life on the outside, but longing to be fucked up and dirty on the inside to make himself feel better. or more in tune with what he knows he is.
is he gonna be there when it happens? when hawks has to make his ultimate decision. to stay a hero, or shed that mask he's pulled over his filthy head. he's under no delusion this meeting is happenstance. highly likely hawks meeting him is a trap set by the heroes. turning the entire subterfuge into a shitty game of cat and mouse. how much can he get out of them versus how much can they get out of him. should've known walking from one cage into another was a mistake. but... he'll think on that another time. when he isn't stuffing hawks' ass like a chicken for dinner.]
Never said I was gonna be there watchin. I'm a busy guy. Makin dreams come true all over the nation. [hawks might be surprised at how much he's willing to delegate. he isn't gonna stick around and do all his own dirty work when a bunch of thugs will do. both fingers twist inside hawks' ass, squelching again with a mingling seep of saliva and the bird's own anal juices. making a deliberate mess down below as he had when he shoved his dick into the winged hero's mouth. he drags both fingers backwards and stretches them apart. pulling the ring of muscle open and showing off the deep pink and red from inside to the open air. strands of wetness stick from one rim to the other, leaving a shameful gaping he thinks about ravaging sooner than later. without his foot braced, he's more easily able to lean down and lewdly spit right into the opening between a hawks' asscheeks. hot and coating. before closing his fingers and plunging them back inside.]
Oh yeah? Cozyin up to the wrong person? [he's curious, mostly because he wants to hear hawks try to talk while he's getting his ass plumbed by two digits. actually, on the next extraction to his fingertips, make that three. doesn't even give him the nicety of slicking his ring finger up, just slots it beside the other two and crams it in. he's not worried about hurting hawks; the guy would probably like it even if it did tear him. of course he ignored the lube. but left it there in plain sight on purpose. wet noises squish and splatter as he picks up the pace, thumb and fifth finger splayed out on either side of hawks' asshole while he digs around inside with three fingers. deliberately missing his prostate this time around. proving he knows exactly where it is.]
Wasn't plannin on getting my whole fist in there. [funny to hear him ask for lube for anything more than three. the bird knows his limits and preferences. immediately tempted to use four... but he still wants him to be tight.]
[It's somehow even filthier than the last time they did this. Maybe because they have more time? Maybe because Dabi is feeling more sadistic than usual? Who knows? Maybe that's why he can't get enough of this? Because Dabi seems content enough with him to give the masochist within Hawks as much pain and torment as he wants.
He's not stupid enough to think that there's trust here. The deeper he gets into this mission the more he knows it's going to fail. Still, he can't walk away. If he can't stop them or fully join them, then he might as well get what he can out of it for his own needs and desires. He's going to try and keep as much of the bloodshed from happening as he can, but he knows the man currently assaulting his prostate like it's personally offended him will never come in quietly.
Still, it's a future problem to deal with.]
Ha-ah, fuck, more! [A third slides in and the sound it makes causes his body and wings to shiver.]. Ah, tell-tell you after...if ya...fuck, really wanna kn-know.
[He rocks down as much as he can against those three digits inside of him. Dabi is pointedly missing his prostate now, but that just means he's not at risk of coming too soon. Feels amazing. He'd let the other give him more, shove his whole hand inside if he wanted to. With lube. He likes being stuffed full almost as much as he likes doing the stuffing himself. Sex is a great way to let of steam and while his previous partners were nothing to him, he still learned a lot about what he liked and didn't.]
Maybe later, fuck, if you want. [He grunts and then his head falls back for a moment as he pants through the stretch. He'd been honest earlier in the night about letting Dabi do pretty much anything he wanted to him if he came over. Hawks realizes his right hand is still slick with lube and now that the other isn't crushing it into his thigh he reaches out to try and grip Dabi's cock and offer him some pleasure in kind. Anything to get that dick in his ass faster.]
[it was kinda rushed last time. tangled up in an abandoned car, wings stuffed into the seat and hitting the roof until he finally ditched half those feathers into a pile all over torn leather and dusty dashboard. always amuses him a hero like hawks is willing to get down and dirty with a villain in despicable places. kinda like he knows he belongs there. beer cans, cigarette butts, convenience store trash, things no one looking up in the sky at hawks' soaring figure would think their beloved hero lounges around in while getting fucked into the ground by a murderer.
he wants to know how far hawks will go to get what he wants. siccing a nomu on a certain hero. bitching at him in the alley over how strong the creature was, while not saying a damn thing about bringing the number one hero with him. what a double standard. hawks made such a frustrated face, brows furrowed towards his nose and darkness shadowing his eyes and cheekbones as he upbraided him. and still had the balls to ask if he could meet the leader. persistent man. now he's in, now he's one of them, and he doesn't trust a single word hawks dripped from his lips. he's a hero after all.]
That's really the sounds ya wanna be makin when you're threatenin for lube? [curling his fingers again, he shoves them into hawks' tunnel wall, digging at the back of adonis belt behind his dick. as if he's threatening to pick his hips clean off the couch with his hand's crux in his ass. tempting. watching his body shudder and his wings strain at the couch while he's reamed out between his thighs.] But I wanna hear ya try talkin through this.
[if he stopped, hawks would get mad. liquid squelches between his knuckles and the man's ring as he jams his fingers in all the way. feels his body quivering at his skin with each lazy twist and turn of his hand as he drills all three digits inside. before spreading the trio open. not gonna pry his hole, yet, but further inside? deeper where those strange nerves vibrate and he knows hawks' prostate lurks. yeah, down in there. and back out, slowly dragging his fingers free as they're forced together by the spasming clench of hawks' ass trying to expel him. with a final slurp, he slips them out. a few lazy droplets of saliva and fluid seep out his momentarily-gaping entrance before it closes.]
Gonna tempt me. It'd be funny seein ya try to stand straight on the news after that. [shoving his entire fist in hawks' guts sound disgusting, but hella hot too. just in time to see a hand reaching for his own dick. he deftly catches the man's hand in his own, not caring about slapping those wet fingers between dry digits despite knowing where they'd just been. he deliberately smears the mess across his fingers, folds his own down over the back of his hand, fingertips painting glistening lines between the bones. all while leaning forward and roughly pinning hawks' hand to the couch above his shoulder, bringing his own hips almost flush to his partner's.]
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he'll know all about it after the war.
Date: 2/5/26 14:40 (UTC)too bad. hawks was such a fun little tool. it's no wonder the heroes loved playing with him. attractive, successful, entertaining, results and popularity bath him in lights and public adoration. the perfect model for another generation of drooling idiots sucking up everything their heroes dumped into their mouths. a hero who'd do anything for the sake of his adoring public and hero society. even get his hands dirty...
kinda fitting. when hawks' usefulness is over, both sides will end up dumping his desiccated body. he wonders where he'll be, and if he'll be the one to find the wrung-out parrot trapped in a cell or lying in a ditch somewhere. a broken toy's not the worst thing to play with.
"gentleman". so concerned with whether a piece of trash's feeling might get hurt. what, does hawks think he comes from a cushy background where people were nice to him and attentive to whether he hurt or not? nah, this guy could pin him to the wall and shove it in raw without asking permission and it'd be just another experience on the streets. not that he thinks hawks has it in him to assault someone like that. his heart's too good.]
Did you? [he drums his fingers on his hips, as if he's rifling through memories.] Gonna be hard to do that when I got knocked to the floor. [a leering smirk tugs at his lips again, deliberately attempting to rile the other man up. it's amusing when hawks' normal cool demeanor unravels.]
Tch- [there goes the food. he was hoping to get some. oh well. as soon as hawks leans over his body, he snaps his free hand up, fists his hair at the back of hawks' head, and pulls him into his mouth. half-scarred lips find his in a bruising crush, a line of metal staples digging into the man's lower lip and chin. tasting of smoke and copper, distinct cigarette as he shoves his wet tongue into hawks' mouth without permission or care.]
all of the words for you for when you get back!!!!!!!!!!!
Date: 2/5/26 22:58 (UTC)He's required to interact with people in public for at least an hour a day. It's literally in his fucking contract. He hates it and he'd love to remove it, but he doesn't get to make those choices. Having people clamor around him spewing adoration and desire. One person's even begged to have his babies. Just..no. No. He plays the part assigned to him and then he goes home. He doesn't get to make many choices at all revolving around his life as a hero or an agent. Even his own hero agency is essentially a government shell so people don't make the connection of who or what he is.
But here in this apartment he has a say. And he says the food can wait. They can eat it after round one before they move on to round two. At least, Hawks hopes they can. He was being honest when he said he was hungry while he and Dabi were texting. But right now he's hungry for something else and unless he's stopped he's not going to until they're at least one orgasm down a piece.
Desire of this intensity is new. He's not a blushing virgin by any means. He's used his body for missions; a tool to ensnare his target and get them off guard before he killed them. And he's used it for release. For when lust and adrenalin leave him feeling like he is vibrating out of his skin and nothing but a good fuck seems to be able to settle him. But it was physical and nothing more. A means to an end. Attraction didn't much matter as long as the body was warm and willing.
He looks down at Dabi feeling something he's still not very familiar with. He's never been drawn to someone. He's never wanted someone to pay attention to him the way he wants Dabi too. He's never wanted like this before.]
Some would argue the floor is the biggest shelf in the home.
[The hand in his hair pulls a startled gasp and cuts off his comment as their mouths meet in crush of flesh and teeth. He welcomes it. Relishes the press of staples against the hair on his skin. He's got facial hair where Dabi doesn't. He wonders briefly if the other feels it or not. A mostly chance meeting, the Commission instructed him to make contact with the League, they never specified a particular target. He'd been picked up by Dabi and that decision has culminated in this man lying on his living room floor kissing him like he's trying to suck his soul out of his body. A wildfire devouring everything in its wake, and Hawks WANTS.
He loses himself a bit in the kiss. It's intoxicating. He tastes like smoke and copper, the cigarettes he smokes. Like blood sizzling over a campfire. Like danger and desire and ruin and something unique to Dabi he can't quite place.
Hawks pushes in harder, a sound of want escaping him as he pushes Dabi over onto his back again. He doesn't try to dislodge the hand in his hair, instead he leans deeper into the kiss making the tug more pronounced. Increasing the pained pleasure in a way that has his hard shaft kicking inside of his underwear. He should have changed his clothes properly. Taken off his compression suit and his cargo pants and put on something easier to remove instead.
He grunts and shifts so he's straddling the other man again. His wings mantle high behind his back before settling a bit, the feathers rustling and reacting to the intense need and desire flooding his system. Drunk. He's fucking drunk off of two damn kisses.
His hands scramble for something to touch, something to do. His slight talons dig into Dabi's coat and he's not sure if he leaves holes or not before he's able to get himself back under control and retract those talons to normal nails again. The Commission makes him keep them trimmed. Makes him wear the gloves so people don't see how much bird he can be.
Society doesn't like heteromorphs. Not really. Best not to give them a reason to be jumpy or suspicious. The Commissions words. Not his. But also not something he really wants to think about. He's never lost control like this before. Not with a bed partner. Not with anyone. Not since he was a kid. Not since the Commission beat it out of him. Literally. Or he thought they had anyway. Just another infraction to add to the growing list of things he'll have to pay for later. But that's future Hawks' problem Right now he's got something more important to focus on.
He shifts his head a bit keeping the hungry kiss going. His golden eyes half open and peering into electric blue. His normally slitted pupils blown wide with lust and need in the dim light. A feather drops the tube of lube he'd sent it to retrieve beside where they lay but he ignores it for now.
The kiss breaks for a moment and the hand in his hair pulls away. He sits up and in a flash rips his compression shirt off of his body in a well practiced motion. His feathers scatter away when he tugs the fabric over his wings and then resettle where they were after. His chest and abdomen are well sculpted from his years spent training. He's strong, but it's streamlined. He's smaller in the shoulders than Dabi is, but considering he's also a little bit shorter than the other that's to be expected. There's a bruise blooming on his right side from a fight he was in earlier in the day. He hadn't paid much attention to it at the time and even now he doesn't really care about it. Nothing's broken so there's no issue. Pain is a good reminder to be better.
He leans back down and kisses Dabi again just as hungry and devouring. He's not asking for permission either. Dabi can stop him if he wants to as he shifts his hips back just a bit and rocks down overtop of the others cock. He groans and then another sound much more bird-like works it's way from him as he does it again. He slides his hands up beneath the others coat intending to try and get him out of it. To get to the skin, the heat, he knows lies beneath what he's wearing. He wants to bask in it. The warmth, much hotter than anyone else he's been this close to. Addictive. Perfect.]
Dabi...F-fuck. Fuck, more. Off. [He shivers and grinds against him for a moment before returning to try and get them naked. To taste him everywhere. To feel his hands all over his own skin. Everything. Anything. All of it.]
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Date: 2/10/26 17:06 (UTC)Last time ya bitched about the mess. [called it a "dump" when he brought hawks into the old building and tossed him down on the mattress carelessly chucked earlier onto the floor. beer cans, chip bags, trash. nothing like this spick and span empty apartment the hero calls "home" like a balm. his lips flush to his partner's, debating the urge to sink his teeth through his lower lip and leave hawks with a mark impossible to cover up. a possibility they might come to in the future. he tilts his head to the side, uses his hand to pull hawks' the opposite direction. jaws fit together better, teeth click amid a messy grunt, and he curls his tongue inside hawks' mouth to tangle with the slick muscle nestled inside. feels good, right? the rest of the world vanishing.
oof. his back hits the ground, bony shoulder blades jutting into his coat fabric. the thin white shirt beneath doesn't do anything for cushioning and he wriggles his shoulders once, twice, so he's not butting bone to wood so hard. tch, he was comfortable on his side too. he tents his knee behind hawks' rump, joint popping slightly, and butts it up against his thigh while trapping a wing between both points.
and gone. spit stretches between their lips for a second before snapping and he drops his head to the floor, eyes half-lidded and watching as hawks pulls his shirt free from his body. bared and heaving above him. explodes his wings in the process before putting them back together. slowly wandering his gaze down over the sculpture of his torso, from shoulders to narrow hips, lines made and built for speed and strength. lucky bastard. probably got born with those good genes and the heroes pounced on them like any weapon purveyor.
the second hawks returns, he captures his hair again, fists feathery locks in his own hand, and shoves his tongue in hard once more. messy makes it fun. they're not here for chaste bullshit. hips to hips, grinding together in a lazy back and forth with more need on the way. a hand works under his coat and he shrugs his shoulders, arches his back, letting the man push the black material off his body. at least down to his biceps since he's not gonna help with his arm. they're busy fisting his hair and wandering back to grab a handful of feathers at the base of hawks' wings.]
Ya really getting desperate up there, pretty bird...
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Date: 2/11/26 00:33 (UTC)Last time there was a serious risk of tetanus and it took me almost two hours to clean the cigarette butts and trash out of my feathers. And that was after I scattered as many as I could. It would have been better to just fuck in the damn woods.
[When Dabi leans back to watch him take his shirt off he finds himself preening a bit. He loves the other mans eyes. The way they follow him as he moves. They see so much, sometimes more than Hawks wants him to see, but they're entrancing. It's addictive.
Dabi is a drug and Hawks is a junkie seeking another hit. Addiction is in his blood, he should be aware of it, but he doesn't care. He likes that the other finds him attractive. Though it's ironic how attractive he actually is considering he's pretty much gutter trash. Dabi's the one with the breeding and the genes between the two of them. Not that Hawks knows that. He just knows that he finds the other man attractive in a way he doesn't usually pay attention to and his hands seem to have a knack for finding all his little weak spots.
He feels the other shift beneath him. He knows if Dabi doesn't like the position they're in he can and will change it. The other isn't afraid to throw him around and Hawks likes that about him too.
He gets annoyed when Dabi refuses to cooperate in the removal of his coat. One of the older mans hands is back in his hair pulling just right. The other is sliding along his bare skin and around his side, up his back, and to the base of his wing. The sound he lets out is more avian than human and his entire body tenses for a moment before he nearly melts atop the other as a full body shudder runs through him. His wings rustle; the feathers shiver and spread a bit to the sides giving the other more room to touch.
Tease [He's panting and there's a sheen of sweat collecting on his temples and along his shoulders. Dabi is hot. Literally and figuratively and it's making the temperature in the space around them rise. He likes it, it's oddly comforting as they continue to trade hungry and biting kisses. And then that bastard goes and tells him he's a pretty bird even as he's calling him desperate. The biting reply he prepares is cut off by another sound that works its way free as his eyes lull back into his head for a moment and his whole body tenses again. It's not an orgasm, but it is a thrill of pleasure that runs from head to toe. Hearing it said is so much different than reading it on a screen. The hand on his back grips tighter and another shiver rushes through him.]
Never should have fuck let you know about that...
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Date: 2/12/26 18:58 (UTC)[he hates his eyes. every time he looks into the mirror, that monster stares back at him. full of hatred and disgust at having created something so useless. even worse was the disappointment. always there, always present. no matter what reflective surface he sees, there they are. he had thought to burn them out once...
not really on his mind right now. hawks is taking up the majority of his gray matter. kneeling over him like this, shedding his shirt and baring the defines of his torso and shoulders. healthy cuts and well-fed mounds made for speed and strength. even if it was forced, he was a man well-kept by his handlers. made sleek and able for his job, with a pretty face and nice eyes to capture any wavering trust. every inch of him entrapment for those idiots slobbering over his results and profile. wonder how they'd feel if he let his face a molten mess of scar tissue.
nah, he's not helping. barely moves his shoulders and spine to let hawks push the coat off the broad bones and down his arms to the elbows, where black bunches around stitches and metal cuffs and catches on his elbows. his hands are busy; hawks should've thought about that before. digging into his hair and pulling his head one way or another as he claims his mouth with his teeth and tongue. a lazy breath seeps from his lips when hawks responds to his wing getting grabbed. always does. must not let others fondle those treasures... oof, he flops back on the ground, plastered under a melted bird sprawling over him. bet these are annoying to sleep with.]
You like it. [teasing him. he curls his fingers around the wing joint, almost fisting connective tissue and bone, before pushing upward. deliberately drags small feathers and larger with his hand, flattening them momentarily along hawks' wing limb. so tempting to pull back and really ruffle those red down. felt that, huh. the way hawks practically dry orgasms over a few stupid words and some mouth play. he abandons the blonde's wing and predatory strikes down, cupping the hero's dick through his pants. squeezing and groping in a rude, taunting motion.] Didja just cum over some sweet talk? That's kinda cute.
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Date: 2/12/26 19:57 (UTC)Besides. I thought you liked me a little bloody. Or is that only when you cause it?
[The sounds Hawks is making are something he will hate himself for later, but right now he feels to good to care. Touch starved and desperate for the others hands on him he’s happily allowing Dabi to prod him in places he doesn’t let others touch. It’s stupid and he shouldn’t be letting it happen. Maybe one day he’ll care enough to stop it.
Sleeping with the wings is easier than you’d think. Probably a lot easier than sleeping with staples everywhere.
When Dabi’s hand traces the delicate bones up his wing and then comes back down along his feathers he makes a clicking sound in his chest again. But then the hand in his wing is gripping his cock through his pants and he tenses as a screech escapes. He winces. That was louder than he’d expected.]
No I did—Fucking fuck, Dabs…gentle with the merchandise.
[Except they both know he likes it rough and this is nothing compared to what the other can do. He knows Dabi can feel his cock twitching where he’s gripping him.]
Okay. Enough of this…
[He leans down and presses close not caring if he is trapping that hand against his cock. It’s just for a minute. He uses his wings to help himself gain enough leverage to stand and pull Dabi upright with him. With both of them standing it’s a lot easier to start attacking clothes and getting them both properly naked.]
Wanna see if we can break the orgasm record from last time?
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Date: 2/14/26 04:19 (UTC)Dunno. You'll have to come see me after ya get knocked around. [he'll be the one keeping those noises to himself in his mind, maybe play them around his head later when he's thinking back on their time together. hawks can embarrass himself over them another time; he'll enjoy the idea of this man flustering because he got sounds dragged unbidden from his throat. if hawks cared enough to stop this, they wouldn't even be on the floor in the first place.
as long as he's not sleeping under scratchy blankets atop ratty mattresses that catch on his staples and tug them at night, he's fine. not that he cares if he wakes up and finds one or two pulled free. another gift from that monster.
can't stop the way his lips hook in a small grin at the high-pitched sound escaping the man's mouth. for a man with wings, he's got more avian traits than he wants to admit. he tightens his grip, squeezing him harder through the tan of his flight pants and the dark material clinging to his hips beneath.]
Ya don't want gentle. [and crawls his hand down further, actively ignoring hawks' dick and going instead for his balls. cupping the pair in his fingers and palm until the heel's digging into his balls and fingertips are pressing hard at his perineum for a few deliberate hard rubs.] Feel that? You're already twitchin like crazy right here...
[both eyes widen slightly, piqued surprise, when hawks suddenly flops atop him and abruptly hauls himself (and him) up onto his feet. using his wings like a damn gust to send them rocking. a rush of blood swarms his head, he has to lock his knees and brace his feet slightly so there's no stumbling.] Oy, ya want me to get motion sick?
[griping like he's somehow been unfairly punished. but at least he'll be nice enough and let hawks start divesting him of his clothes. his coat hits the ground in a fluttering crash of leather, threads, and metal cuffs.] How many or how fast?
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Date: 2/14/26 04:32 (UTC)He is indeed twitching like crazy when Dabi's hand slips from his cock to palming his balls and lower. His body clenches down tightly on nothing and he feels the ache of being empty a bit keener.
When they're upright and Dabi sways while complaining, Hawks leans up and kisses the side of his mouth]
M' sorry, floor wasn't cutting it. And before you say it, yes, I know it was my fault, but to be fair you started it.
[His hands tug and work Dabi's coat off of him before attacking the others shirt. He's not as rough as he could be, as excited as he is making Dabi bleed all over he place would kind of defeat the purpose. He doesn't want to pull too many staples out if he can avoid it.
When the dark haired man asks him how many or how fast Hawks just gives him a wicked sort of grin]
Yes.
[He drops his own pants leaving him in just the lower portion of his compression suit and reaches out to grip Dabi's belt to start working it off if he's allowed to.]
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Date: 2/14/26 23:45 (UTC)not as happy when he's hauled to his feet and his eyes threaten to roll around in his damn head. a little warning would be nice next time. hawks is being as careless with his motion sensitivity as the damn lizard handling the truck. does he want him to collapse on his feet in front of him? ... mean. he turns his head to the side a bit when hawks leans up and starts pecking at the corner. grumpy and maybe pouting. what's he look like, a ten year old?]
I didn't start anythin. [he was content to lie on the ground like a rug and fuck down there in the dirt. or lack of dirt. for someone who doesn't spend much time here, the place is clean. he refuses to lift his arms this time, hawks has to pull his shirt up and over his head, then off his arms, if he wants to get the threadbare white thing out of his sight. don't rip it. he went dumpster diving for that. figures the hero'd be careful. doesn't wanna tug a staple and get blood all over his nice floor and couch.
he shakes the shirt free of his hand, not caring where it lands. baring his ruined, rotting body all worn down from living on the streets. lanky and wire taut, a notable difference between himself and hawks. the hero's healthy sleek. he's the opposite.]
Ya havin way too much fun with this. [but he lifts his hands and arms in mock surrender, letting hawks attack his belt and work the thick buckle open. they're the main hold on his hips, so once loose, his pants quickly take a one-way plummet around his boots. least he's got a worn part of boxer briefs this time. mostly he goes commando like a reject.] Surprised ya legs aren't fallin asleep with how tight those are.
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Date: 2/15/26 00:09 (UTC)He also doesn't get to have wild, crazy, sex like other people get to have. He doesn't get to have relationships with people. That means attachments and weak points that can be exploited. The nameless bodies he's been with before were nothing like this. They didn't mean anything to him, nor he to them. They didn't want to take him apart and leave him a pile of shuddering ashes and feathers with a head as empty as the rest of him. Having the noise inside your head turned off is a rush, and as we've established, Hawks is a junkie for the drug that is Dabi.]
I really am sorry, I forgot you get motion sick. I'd ask if you're okay but you'd probably light me on fire and well, that's not as fun as what we were doing.
[Yeah, he's rambling. Sue him. He manages to get the others shirt off even though Dabi is no help at all. He takes a moment to take him in. The staples glint in the dim light and his eyes widen a bit, gaze narrowed in on them for a second before the others voice pulls him out of it. He smiles as he works the others belt off and watches them his pants fall to the floor. Maybe he should get the other man some better clothes. He can afford it after all.
But he's not overly sure Dabi would like to have him as a sugar daddy...besides, getting gifts for one another isn't something fuck buddies do. Right?]
They make my ass look amazing. [And they do, he kneels down to fight with the others shoes and pants and while he's down there he might lean in and press his face to the front of he others boxer briefs. Dabi did say he had something better for his mouth to do, didn't he?
He manages to somehow get the other man free of his remaining clothes with little to no help from him and then he's tugging his underpants down revealing his rather perfect cock. At least in Hawks opinion. It's perfect for him. Hits all the right places, and it's got shiny adornments decorating it that he really enjoys tasting. He grips him gently and looks up, golden eyes locking with turquoise, then drags his tongue up the length from base to tip making sure to hit every rung on the ladder pierced there.]
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Date: 2/15/26 21:16 (UTC)Ya runnin your mouth too much. [really starting to sound like some damn schoolgirl with a flustered crush. his hair springs back into spiky place once his shirt clears his head, not even bothering to shake his skull and "fix" some of the kinda-mussed spines. it's been a long time since he felt anything self-conscious about his body. that trait died years ago. hawks eyes wander across his flesh and scars, wiry lines and slight malnourished edges. wouldn't have mattered if he were completely naked in front of him. it's the goal after all.
with his pants down, he knocks a foot back and starts toeing the hell of his boot, pinning it to the floor so he can drag his leg out. at least until hawks goes down to help his efforts. between a hand on his boot and shin, a brief tug and it jerks free, getting his pants leg caught around his foot. he doesn't miss a beat dragging the material inside out as he steps down barefoot on the floor and lets the hero work the other one out. while mashing his face into his groin. desperate enough to earn a lazy grin on his lips.] Most people ain't gonna see 'em though.
[hawks always wears those brown coveralls. one or two shaky kicks shuck his pants off completely, leaving him in just the pair of boxer briefs that look newer than everything else. stole those recently. they slide down easily, revealing an infuriatingly still limp dick. (totally did that on purpose just to ruffles hawks' feathers. took some intense willpower to keep it down though.) at least his conflagration and recovery managed to keep his hips relatively intact, sparing his dick and ass from the same lavender state. the four-rung frenum ladder is still warm from being tucked against his balls the past several minutes, rippling under hawks' tongue. and quickly starts swelling because he's not trying to stop it. jerk.] Betcha a lotta people've seen this...
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Date: 2/15/26 22:09 (UTC)As the other is undressed Hawks finds his eyes traveling to the spaces held together by staples. The glinting silver steals his focus for small intervals of time but he also takes time to simply observe the other. His burns look painful but as far as he understands Dabi doesn't have much feeling in the scars, which he supposes is a blessing in some cases. Idly, he's wondered if there's a way to actually help the other man not have to deal with this sort of shit. Surely there's someone who can help him that doesn't care if he's a psychotic, murderous, raving, lunatic. Right?
Where Dabi is a patchwork of pain and survival, Hawks' body is covered in fine, barely noticeable scars. One wouldn't see many of them unless they were looking for them. Miles of tanned and toned flesh on display along with the crimson feathers sprouting from his back. He knows he's hot. He's not afraid to show it. And, as far as his own clothing is concerned. He wears what he's told to wear, so if you have complaints about his attire forward them to the HPSC. They'll file them in the proper folders.
His cock is a bit shorter in length than Dabi's but nearly as thick around. No piercings, uncut, and currently hard as stone. His shaft twitches a bit and a bead of precome gathers at the rosy tip as he kneels there with arousal as things get hotter between them. Dabi messing with his wings earlier still has pleasure thrumming in his veins.
Hawks isn't put off by the limp cock in front of him. Not the first time it's happened and won't be the last he's sure. He wagers it's more for control, and less because he's not into it. Dabi seems like the type to want to be in control of as much as he possibly can; and Hawks knows he likes to ruffle his feathers. Literally and figuratively.
When the other man stares down at him while the blonde teases his cock to hardness and comments about a lot of people seeing him like this; he smirks.]
Is that a little jealousy I hear there, hot stuff? [He lets his mouth seal around the top piercing of the ladder and worries it with his tongue before letting it go.]
Don't worry, you're my favorite. [And then he's leaning up and taking that growing length into his mouth as deep as he can in a steady and slow pace. He doesn't have much of a gag reflex, but he can't rush it, not at first. Plus, he does actually want to enjoy himself if being allowed to have this.]
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Date: 2/17/26 07:34 (UTC)no accounting for bad taste, huh. he isn't still in his own wandering. aqua eyes picking from one fine razor cut after another. hadn't noticed them at first, but he's seen this man close up a few times now. slightly lighter than the rest of his skin, as if some bird's walked all over his body and scratched him a million times. probably due to his own feathers as he learned to control them. or those bastards in the hero center wanting to see what their little pet could put up with. couldn't let their prize weapon crumple over bit of pain.
kneeling in front of him, hard and wanting, ready to take whatever he gives him. two fingers twitch at his side, eyes lidding every so slightly. could turn his hand and torch him right now, burn him to ash. probably too distracted to react... nah, hawks is already oozing between his thighs. he's not so impatient to rob himself a good fuck.]
Whatcha gonna do if I said yes? [mild droning as a taunt. bony fingers press their tips into hawks' hair at the hairline, smoothing backwards and combing those unruly bangs towards his crown. a low breath ghosts across his lower lip as the man begins lapping at him a few more times before closing his lips around the piercing closest to his tip. precum wells without permission and drips down onto his shaft. a lazy glassy slide breaking over the hero's upper lip.]
Careful. Ya gonna make me feel special. [he tightens his hand in the man's hair as soon as he leans in and pulls, dragging hawks' open mouth over his shaft. wet smears across his palate, shoves his tongue down into his lower jaw, he fills his mouth without care. one piercing clicks over his lower teeth after the other, demarcating the depths with each jolt tugging at his dick's skin. doesn't matter if hawks doesn't wanna rush it.
he gets to the back of his mouth... and abruptly snaps his hips forward, shoving right down his throat.] C'mon, didn't ya want it?
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Date: 2/18/26 04:13 (UTC)His own scars, souvenirs of a life spent being honed into perfection, don't tell a third of the story of what Hawks has survived all in the name of being the best. He wasn't lying when he said he wants to change things. He wants to make a world where heroes have to much time on their hands. A world where there aren't child soldiers like himself. A world where people like himself and Dabi don't grow up the way they did. A kinder place where everyone can belong. Idealistic? Yeah, but hey, everyone's got a dream.
The taunt he's given in reply to his tease about Dabi being jealous isn't unexpected at all. Dabi makes it a job of being difficult most of the time and Hawks is perfectly fine with that. Most of the time. He smirks wide when the other's cock twitches and he gets a taste of him just moments before he's choking on his length. He'll never admit it, but he likes this. Likes being used like this. Likes Dabi fucking his throat and taking what he wants. It makes him hot, makes his blood sing with desire and need. It's wet and messy and it's nearly all he can do to make sure his teeth are covered so he doesn't hurt him as Dabi fucks his face. Even with his lack of a gag reflex he's still choking on he others leaking cock.
He'd reply, but that's a bit hard given his current situation. Instead his wings tremble and rustle even as he presses deeper trying to get as much of the other in his throat as he can. The fingers in his hair are pulling just right and he feels his eyes roll back into his head. Realizing he's a slut for this sort of thing isa new experience. He lumps it into the same category as his barely contained 'want' of the older man. Something to poke at later when he's not being railed six ways until Sunday.
He brings a hand up to tease and touch the others balls while he continues to deep throat him over and over again. Once he's gotten used to it a bit more he turns his gaze up to the other and moans around the shaft in his mouth. His own twitches and leaks against his thigh but he doesn't reach for it. Not yet. Right now it's about seeing if he can make Dabi lose control just a bit more. To try to regain that upper hand he's beginning to think he never really had in the first place.]
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Date: 2/21/26 03:44 (UTC)this is all physical after all. hawks knows better than to mix emotion and feeling in sleeping with his enemy. he's heard stories on the streets, stories of the occasional hero engaged in a scandal no one hears about on the news. neatly covered up. makes him wonder whether endeavor ever tangled up with someone else. it's been a long time since he had that bitch in his bed ready to get stuffed with another kid. hawks is pretty close to endeavor too... has this mouth already slobbered over his own father's? heh, that's kinda amusing. hawks doesn't know, does he. would it twist his stomach if he learned the truth? he'd probably never want to see him again.]
Figured. Ya like it rough and dirty. Wonder what people'd say if they saw ya down on your knees, chokin on a murderer's dick. [his bony fingers curl hard in the man's feathery hair, tugging it at the roots until he knows there's pain. refusing to move just yet. he wants to feel his mouth struggling on him. what's he gonna do with his teeth? what's his tongue busy with? covering them with his lips, huh. what a nice guy. as if he'd get hurt by teeth on his cock. he's had worse on it.] Betcha they'd be jealous of me. Gettin their favorite hero all to myself. Ya ever think of how many fans jerk it to your face every night?
[salacious. he draws back, pulling his cock inch by inch, bar by bar, out of hawks' pretty mouth. saliva stretches between his lip and his dick, connecting them in a few shiny spindles... before he snaps his hips forward and plunges back in. listening to him gulp and gag-- doing that on purpose, isn't he --as he shoves it clean down his throat. precum oozes from his tip, bitter and slick across hawks' tongue. this feels good, less the physical sensation and more having fun at mocking the hero. knowing it also turns him on.] What a good bird. They really trained ya well. Useful for everything. A hero and a slut in one man.
[his lips curl upward in a grin as fingers reach up and brush at his balls. skin stretches at his staples and piercings, cheeks threatening to split apart at the seams if he goes harder... over and over, rolling his hips and rocking them in lazy thrusts that plunge himself in to the balls down hawks' throat. now he's moaning? that's a nice run of vibrations.] You're makin a mess down there, Number 2.
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Date: 2/21/26 05:26 (UTC)Hawks claws on his free hand dig into the pale flesh of Dabi's left thigh when the other starts talking. Little pinpricks that he's not able to keep from breaking skin. Air is important regardless of what the asshole above him thinks. He breathes in through his nose deeply when the other pulls back and he lets him do as he wishes. He likes this, no point in denying it.
He doesn't care about other people and what they want from him. He doesn't care about anything but this right now. This thing he's decided to take for himself. A trinket he's hoarding, using for his own desires. His own wants. Dabi might be 'taking him' but Hawks is letting him do it.
His feathers ruffle again the more the other talks. So much sensory input. This close he can feel his blood circulating through his veins, read his breathing, his temperature. He can feel his words as he speaks them and it scratches an itch somewhere deep inside his brain. Yes, he has no problems using this man to meet his own needs at all.
He lets him fuck his face for a while longer before Hawks lets a few of his feathers float free from his back and then he's using them to push himself back from the other man. He knows better than to try and push Dabi, he's not inclined to feel burning feathers tonight if he can avoid it. That shit stings until the connection is lost.
He pants, a crooked smile on his face and his voice is wrecked when he talks.]
Not holding back tonight are you, firefly?
[He stands up and grabs the lube as he does so before moving over to the couch where he settles himself just so. An enticing package he hopes as he spreads himself and lubes up two of his own fingers and begins to press them inside.]
How about you come over here like a good boy and fuck me. I mean if you're gonna wreck me, you might as well go all the way, right?
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Date: 2/22/26 19:01 (UTC)Oy, oy. Ya tryin to cut a piece out? [his lips curve up at the corners, breath crawling over his gleaming teeth. talking like that gets him riled up enough to dig in? he only feels the pressure poking into his skin, each one welling up a dark red blot at the tips. it's not the first time he's been clawed by this raptor. won't be the last one either. fingers tighten hard enough to rip a few strands out of hawks' head as he abruptly snaps his hips forward and buries himself in all the way to the balls. shoves it right down his throat, blue eyes glowing under his choppy black bangs.] C'mon. Lemme hear ya choke on it.
[he'll call bullshit on hawks not caring. but right now? nah, he'll get behind being the only thing on hawks' mind. fucking him until there's nothing else left in his head by his own wretched image. hadn't he wanted that from the start? just for one man to finally notice him... pathetic, isn't it. guess they're both substituting. makes him wanna laugh a little as he listens to and feels hawks' throat spasm around his cock.]
How long were ya thinkin about this? You're suckin it down like ya haven't eaten all day. [pressure shoves at his hips and he braces one foot behind him, heel digging into the ground to stop himself from sliding. feathers knock into his hips and sink into hawks' shoulders. for a brief moment, he refuses to let him go, hand clawed on the back of his head and holding him mouth-flush to his hips. just to make a point he could've kept him there if he wanted.
then lets him go, the wet shlucking sound of his length dragging out of the man's throat and mouth accenting wet strands of drool sticking his hips, cock, and balls to the hero's lips. what a nice sight. his voice sounds good like that. a few flicks of his fingers throw some sandy blond strands off, having to dig one out from under his nail.]
Ya didn't come here to get loved on. [calling that out easily enough before walking forward, heedless of how out of place his naked body is in the middle of a nice apartment like this. lubrication spreads on hawks' fingers and he waits for him to get both of them just to the surface of his ass. before abruptly stomping down on his wrist, pinning the man's hand to the inside of his thigh with the sole of his foot. bones creak and muscles pull in his thigh as he leans forward, stretching a bit with the deliberate loom over his partner's sprawled figure.]
Who said ya get to stick your own fingers in there? [he reaches forward, bringing two fingers to hawks' mouth. a brief "fwoosh" sees tiny flames flicker on the tips for a moment, then flare out, leaving a smoky scent and lingering heat.] Open up, pretty bird.
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Date: 2/22/26 20:04 (UTC)Nope, here to get wrecked.
[He watches as the taller man follows him across the room and smirks because he knows what's coming. Knows he's about to get fucked into the damn stratosphere. Except, his own attempt at prepping himself is denied before he even starts. He cries out more in surprise than pain, though it does smart a bit, when Dabi's foot pins his wrist against his thigh. His rough voice tickling brain again by calling him a pretty bird even as he states very clearly that Hawks isn't allowed to touch himself there. Alright, he can accept that.
The press of the others foot against his wrist and thigh forces his leg to the side and causes his hip joint to pop. Nothing's damaged or injured, but the sound jars him a bit. Doesn't make his cock any softer. Neither does the sight of blue flames coming for his face before they extinguish and only warmth and the scent of smoke is left behind as they approach his mouth.
Fucking, ow wat-
[His words cut off as a gasp leaves him. His feathers shiver behind him against the back of the sofa and his cock twitches again, precum sliding down the side in a pearly bubble. It really is unfair that just two fucking words can make him ruffled like this. Trained dog indeed if the equivalent of a 'good boy' makes him this hot and bothered. His mouth falls open and he trills as he lets the offered fingers in. He sucks on them in the way he knows the other likes based on their previous interactions.
Golden eyes lock onto blue so bright it is like they are glowing with the fire beneath his skin. It's mesmerizing. Intoxicating. He drags his tongue along those fingers uncaring of what he looks like as he does it. This is much for himself as it is for Dabi and he's going to enjoy it.]
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Date: 2/24/26 01:30 (UTC)Then don't whine later if I send ya back with bruises.
[maybe some bite marks, scratches, possibly a burn or two. depends on how he's feeling. muscles strain under his skin and one of the staples on his thigh threatens to pull free as he puts more pressure on hawks' wrist. at least until he brings his other leg forward a scant shuffle. not really all that flexible. his eyes wander across the man's exposed chest and opened legs, taking note of his muscles and pretty skin. they really found a diamond when they pulled this man from the trash heap. makes him wanna burn hawks up even more. guess he'll settle for stopping his hand.
it's not a romantic picture at all. he hears and feels the hero's hip pop as it settles, probably pulling his shoulder too from having his wrist hocked down here already. but his dick's hard as a rock, twitching with his voice. hm? someone's brave. most people would flinch back at flames being brought to their face. though it's little more than candlelight. as soon as hawks opens his mouth to bitch, he gets two words out before he shoves two fingers inside. not even gentle about it at first. hawks did himself a favor showing his lack of gag reflex already.]
Ya real skilled with your tongue out there. Talkin to everyone and makin them feel like ya care. [saliva stretches between his fingers as the bony digits spread inside hawks' mouth, crooked in curves so the second knuckles aim towards his gullet. gives him plenty of room for catching the bird's tongue between them. nuzzling his fingers back and forth in a deliberate attempt to squelch his slick muscle and ooze more saliva out. wants to see him make a mess, drool a little. can't close his jaws with both of them stuffed inside.]
Look at you. Gettin turned on by insults and havin ya mouth stuffed. Betcha'd love it if someone pinned ya in an alley and fucked you from behind. Fingers in your mouth makin ya moan like a whore. [he scoops one finger lower, deliberately encouraging a small spill of saliva over hawks' lower jaw onto his chin. uses his other finger to pin the tongue against his palate. there he goes, sucking on his fingers as good as he did his dick a few minutes ago. sloppy too. squishing his tongue in another pincer motion, he slowly drags his hand back and out of hawks' mouth.] Slut. Ya liked that too much.
[so did he.]
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Date: 2/25/26 00:39 (UTC)I knew you liked seeing me a little roughed up.
[Those fingers in his mouth aren't still at all and he finds himself simply letting Dabi do as he pleases. He's drooling all over himself, but he doesn't mind that either. Wet and messy just means the sex is good in his opinion, and he does really like the way the other man talks to him while he does it. His eyes are lidded, breath coming in pants as he lets the other man play.
He coos once and it shifts into a moan when the other mentions someone pinning him in an alley and taking him from behind. Because yes. That's incredibly hot to think about.
Those fingers slip from his mouth, and he makes no movement to clean up the sheen of saliva coating his chin and face. He just gives Dabi a smirk and tilts his head back a bit.]
That's a good idea. Maybe I'll keep it in mind the next time I arrest someone in an alley way. Let 'em get one last fuck in before I arrest 'em.
[He leans forward and shifts forcing Dabi to take his foot away from his wrist and thigh or risk falling over and then leans back.]
Any particular position you want me in, Hot Stuff, since you're being all domineering and all tonight. It's sexy though, so I'll allow it.
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Date: 2/25/26 21:24 (UTC)Ain't that natural? Heroes always get bloodied up when they go out huntin. [a bony forearm settles atop his bent knee, fingers dangling midair from a callously-flopped hand hanging inside his legs. in several weeks, he'll be taking this same position for a far more fatal encounter... but right now, fatality's not on his mind. only how good hawks looks splayed out like this.] When'd they start trainin ya to take a dick? Had to be pretty young...
[if they have no problem putting kids in the middle of a war, they're not gonna care about whoring a child out either. his fingers come out glistening and drippy, hawks' saliva coating them as good as any lubrication. open and close, open and close, both of them like scissors in the air with strands stretching between. it's kind of mesmerizing how much he can do with his mouth when he isn't talking. doesn't change his opinion about hawks getting boned in an alley. those dove-like sounds linger in his mind, pure evidence this guy likes the idea.] Sick. Maybe I'll hire a few guys and make that dream a reality for ya.
[he drops his arm, elbow popping without permission, and turns his hand palm up as both fingers crux just shy of hawks' puckered hole. not the first time he's been in it. pretty sure a lot of people have. could be nice and go slowly... or-]
Ya askin to get shanked. [-and shoves both in with one go. feels his muscle split around his digits, not sure if they're protesting the penetration or greedily making way for the twin bones. saliva squelches against the man's rim as he slides one joint to the next, stretching the little muscle until it's threatening to pale slightly from the girth. gonna need a lot bigger to make it white... tempting.
at least he was amenable to stepping off hawks' leg before he plunged both of them in there. didn't bother answering the other question either, lips quirked in a lazy smirk as he curls both digits in "come here" motions once he bottoms out inside to the knuckles.] This one's good.
It's like watching to trains on fire collide...
Date: 2/26/26 00:03 (UTC)He's got his marching orders for this mission. Infiltrate and report. No one said anything about fucking his informant, that was something he decided to do on his own. One small rebellion that strokes a part of his brain he can't seem to leave alone. It's toxic. He knows that logically, but it feels too good for him to let it go. It'll bite him in the ass later, sooner than he realizes. But that's future Hawks' problem. Right now his current problem is talking about hiring people to fuck him in an alley.]
Since when do you outsource this kind of work? Or is sloppy seconds a preference of yours? [He gasps and his hips rock down when those fingers tease at his hole. It's hot. It's nearly overwhelming. He's never wanted someone like this even if he knows it's wrong. He's never had someone who's able to just take him like this before. Someone who doesn't care about what or who he is, just treats him like a place to get his dick wet. Someone who hurts him the way he chooses to allow. All his life pain has happened to him and not by his own choice. His criminal father and his neglectful mother. The commission buying him like a puppy at age six. Years spent being molded through pain and torment into wha the is today. No, he didn't chose those things. But this? This he is allowing. This he is taking for himself. This he is choosing.
Two fingers start to press inside and he grunts. The lube is right there beside them and the pyro is just ignoring it like the jerk that he is. He gives another chuckle that breaks off into a warble when two of those fingers spear him open fully without preamble all while telling him he's gonna get shanked in that alley way.]
Fuck! Ha-ah, Wou..wouldn't be...fuck..the first time I got shank-ked.
[A story for another time though, because those fingers are fucking scary accurate after only a few romps in the sack. His head falls back with another moan as those fingers find his prostate after only a few passes. He feels the tease of a third finger and a warning clicks in his chest again.]
Use lube if you're adding more than three. [There's a threat in that breathless tone. He's fine right now. He likes the burn, the ache and stretch of it, but he's not taking anything more than three digits without lube because that's not fun for him. And he will use his feathers for protection if the other tries.]
this is his life goal after all. crash it to the man and take everyone down with him!
Date: 2/28/26 00:32 (UTC)is he gonna be there when it happens? when hawks has to make his ultimate decision. to stay a hero, or shed that mask he's pulled over his filthy head. he's under no delusion this meeting is happenstance. highly likely hawks meeting him is a trap set by the heroes. turning the entire subterfuge into a shitty game of cat and mouse. how much can he get out of them versus how much can they get out of him. should've known walking from one cage into another was a mistake. but... he'll think on that another time. when he isn't stuffing hawks' ass like a chicken for dinner.]
Never said I was gonna be there watchin. I'm a busy guy. Makin dreams come true all over the nation. [hawks might be surprised at how much he's willing to delegate. he isn't gonna stick around and do all his own dirty work when a bunch of thugs will do. both fingers twist inside hawks' ass, squelching again with a mingling seep of saliva and the bird's own anal juices. making a deliberate mess down below as he had when he shoved his dick into the winged hero's mouth. he drags both fingers backwards and stretches them apart. pulling the ring of muscle open and showing off the deep pink and red from inside to the open air. strands of wetness stick from one rim to the other, leaving a shameful gaping he thinks about ravaging sooner than later. without his foot braced, he's more easily able to lean down and lewdly spit right into the opening between a hawks' asscheeks. hot and coating. before closing his fingers and plunging them back inside.]
Oh yeah? Cozyin up to the wrong person? [he's curious, mostly because he wants to hear hawks try to talk while he's getting his ass plumbed by two digits. actually, on the next extraction to his fingertips, make that three. doesn't even give him the nicety of slicking his ring finger up, just slots it beside the other two and crams it in. he's not worried about hurting hawks; the guy would probably like it even if it did tear him. of course he ignored the lube. but left it there in plain sight on purpose. wet noises squish and splatter as he picks up the pace, thumb and fifth finger splayed out on either side of hawks' asshole while he digs around inside with three fingers. deliberately missing his prostate this time around. proving he knows exactly where it is.]
Wasn't plannin on getting my whole fist in there. [funny to hear him ask for lube for anything more than three. the bird knows his limits and preferences. immediately tempted to use four... but he still wants him to be tight.]
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Date: 2/28/26 15:44 (UTC)He's not stupid enough to think that there's trust here. The deeper he gets into this mission the more he knows it's going to fail. Still, he can't walk away. If he can't stop them or fully join them, then he might as well get what he can out of it for his own needs and desires. He's going to try and keep as much of the bloodshed from happening as he can, but he knows the man currently assaulting his prostate like it's personally offended him will never come in quietly.
Still, it's a future problem to deal with.]
Ha-ah, fuck, more! [A third slides in and the sound it makes causes his body and wings to shiver.]. Ah, tell-tell you after...if ya...fuck, really wanna kn-know.
[He rocks down as much as he can against those three digits inside of him. Dabi is pointedly missing his prostate now, but that just means he's not at risk of coming too soon. Feels amazing. He'd let the other give him more, shove his whole hand inside if he wanted to. With lube. He likes being stuffed full almost as much as he likes doing the stuffing himself. Sex is a great way to let of steam and while his previous partners were nothing to him, he still learned a lot about what he liked and didn't.]
Maybe later, fuck, if you want. [He grunts and then his head falls back for a moment as he pants through the stretch. He'd been honest earlier in the night about letting Dabi do pretty much anything he wanted to him if he came over. Hawks realizes his right hand is still slick with lube and now that the other isn't crushing it into his thigh he reaches out to try and grip Dabi's cock and offer him some pleasure in kind. Anything to get that dick in his ass faster.]
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Date: 3/2/26 00:41 (UTC)he wants to know how far hawks will go to get what he wants. siccing a nomu on a certain hero. bitching at him in the alley over how strong the creature was, while not saying a damn thing about bringing the number one hero with him. what a double standard. hawks made such a frustrated face, brows furrowed towards his nose and darkness shadowing his eyes and cheekbones as he upbraided him. and still had the balls to ask if he could meet the leader. persistent man. now he's in, now he's one of them, and he doesn't trust a single word hawks dripped from his lips. he's a hero after all.]
That's really the sounds ya wanna be makin when you're threatenin for lube? [curling his fingers again, he shoves them into hawks' tunnel wall, digging at the back of adonis belt behind his dick. as if he's threatening to pick his hips clean off the couch with his hand's crux in his ass. tempting. watching his body shudder and his wings strain at the couch while he's reamed out between his thighs.] But I wanna hear ya try talkin through this.
[if he stopped, hawks would get mad. liquid squelches between his knuckles and the man's ring as he jams his fingers in all the way. feels his body quivering at his skin with each lazy twist and turn of his hand as he drills all three digits inside. before spreading the trio open. not gonna pry his hole, yet, but further inside? deeper where those strange nerves vibrate and he knows hawks' prostate lurks. yeah, down in there. and back out, slowly dragging his fingers free as they're forced together by the spasming clench of hawks' ass trying to expel him. with a final slurp, he slips them out. a few lazy droplets of saliva and fluid seep out his momentarily-gaping entrance before it closes.]
Gonna tempt me. It'd be funny seein ya try to stand straight on the news after that. [shoving his entire fist in hawks' guts sound disgusting, but hella hot too. just in time to see a hand reaching for his own dick. he deftly catches the man's hand in his own, not caring about slapping those wet fingers between dry digits despite knowing where they'd just been. he deliberately smears the mess across his fingers, folds his own down over the back of his hand, fingertips painting glistening lines between the bones. all while leaning forward and roughly pinning hawks' hand to the couch above his shoulder, bringing his own hips almost flush to his partner's.]
Tell me what ya want, hero.
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