[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.]
[He's not even trying to hide the bird sounds right now. He's honestly not sure he could if he wanted to; simply talking is hard enough. Dabi is ruthless in his assault on his body. It hurts, but not enough to make the other stop. Not enough to complain too much, besides, he'd invited him over knowing what was likely to happen.
Those fingers hit deep, make stars blossom behind his eyelids and his body arch up off the couch. Fucking hell, it's damn good. He's pretty sure he could come just from this if Dabi didn't stop. Which he did. Because he's a bastard.
Hawks is panting when Dabi mentions that he might tempt him. That it would be funny to watch him stand for an interview after getting his hole fisted. He's done it before. Once. Wasn't easy, but he managed it. Sometimes the people he has to honeypot are into weird shit.
He knows Dabi is into some weird stuff even if he's not really sure about some of it. He imagines if they keep doing this thing he'll figure more out. But right now all he cares about is the fact that the hand he'd been moving towards the others cock is stopped and pinned to the back of the sofa.
His breath leaves him in a rush, his golden pupils blown wide with lust as he lays there spread out and pinned to the cushions. With Dabi settled between his parted thighs he can feel the heat coming off of him. It's enticing. He wants to touch but his hand is pinned. Well. One hand is pinned. The other is still free. For now.
He reaches up with his free hand and slides it into black locks and pulls sharply as he shows Dabi his teeth in a challenging smirk]
I want you to fuck me so good I forget my own name
[hiding those noises would've made him try harder to wrench them out. would've meant hawks was ashamed of them. instead, he's moaning and warbling like a bird on ecstasy. each curl of his fingers elicits another reaction. muscle tone cabling at the back of his thigh, toes curling hard enough to pop, fingers crushing a couch pillow into his fist, mouth falling open as drool lines one side of his jaw in a glistening path to his neck. a fucking mess.]
What a sight ya makin, Hawks. How many people get to see you like this? [doesn't care if he gets an answer or not. he's not the jealous type. that implies he's got a connection. that feelings are involved. burnt all that crap out of his life a long time ago. but he's not above feeling possessive. it's attractive how responsive hawks' body is. arching so hard his head and hips are his own points of contact on the couch as his fingers assault the hero's prostate.
could've let him cum... but he's a bastard. if hawks really wants to get a whole hand shoved up his ass, he'd at least be nice enough to use some lube. no fun if he leaves the man's ass looking a butcher's slab. pretty sure there wouldn't be an invitation to return. pretty sure... hawks' is into some weird shit. might even be using this to play with some sick perverse masochism punishment for his crimes. kinda disgusting.
they both are. he's accepted it long ago; seems like hawks has too. dropping a bony knee to the couch, he nudges it under the man's thigh, propping his leg into a hang over his thigh and closer to his hip. balls of his feet braced to the ground, hips cocked just until his dick's nudging the other man's oozing hole, he nudges forward, testing the wet rim a few times as the hero fists a chunk of his hair and tugs him. rude... but hot. he leans in and shoves his mouth against hawks' own, claiming his lips in a heated, demanding kiss that all but swallows his words.]
Aintcha already tried doin that? [hummed through his half-charred mouth before he shoves forward. his dick easily plunges past the man's heat, stretching his ass open and forcing his abused walls open around it. wet noises fill the space between them again, not nice enough to slow, since neither of them want him to. head, shaft, all the way until he's sunk inside to his balls slapped against hawks' ass, throwing the hero's legs wide open around him in an incriminating splay anyone would be mortified (or turned on) to walk in on.]
[How many have seen him like this? Not many. Usually, he's the one on top, but he's had his back thrown out a few times by a decent lay in a random club bathroom or hotel room. Never been fucked over this couch though. Dabi would be the first to do that. Never fucked in this apartment before either, so that's another first. Never had the same person more than once either other than Dabi. Look at him being all special and shit.
He looks up into those cold eyes, ironic considering the other's ability to wield fire, and feels a shudder run through his body. They are so close together, breath mingling, and then Dabi's kissing him hard once more. God it's addictive kissing the other man. Dabi kisses him like he wants to suck his soul from his body. Like he wants to own him. He demands submission, but Hawks isn't going to give it without a fight. He meets his desire with his own.
He's panting again when they part, a half smirk on his face. One hand is still pinned, the other threaded in Dabi's hair.
He feels the others cock catch on his entrance and hold.]
You asked what I wanted, I told you. You don't like it yo--fuck. [Lips meet his in another kiss swallowing the screech that leaves him when Dabi forces his way inside with one punishing thrust. Hawks' body bows up and tenses for a moment before he can get it under control enough to relax. Fuck, that's a lot. His wings flap beneath him pinned and useless. His hand tightens in the others hair and the other tries to pull free of the grasp holding it to the back of the couch. His hips rock down trying to spur him into motion, but already knowing Dabi's not moving until he wants too.]
Move. [He's panting into the kiss. His cock twitches heavily between them where it lays on his stomach. Precum dribbles down his side leaving a smear of it on his skin. He's a mess and enjoying every minute of it.]
[more fun to think this man's been passed around the city and beyond like a cheap little toy. a government who sends kids into war wouldn't have a problem sending their top slut hero to a business deal to sweeten agreement. hawks' life is full of commands. fly here, fight that, kill this, fuck them, listen up, obey. he had to listen to a damn monster bellow those orders though walls and doors, accompanied by smacks and sobbing. pretty sure hawks learned quickly enough not to cry while he trained. becoming the perfect tool for a society of weapons groomed from the ground up.
seeing him in such a wanton state if sickening and so addictive. where's his smug calm always sheathed over his face? smooth words which never faltered until a pair of fingers or throbbing dick's shoved up his ass. he likes watching hawks come apart under his fingers, breaking the hero down into a mess. someday he's gonna catch him getting his ass reamed in a graffiti-covered stall at a club, reeking of over-done cleaner and sweat. might even watch for a while.
feels good to kiss him. lips to lips, shutting him up as he shoves his head back onto the couch frame. saliva sloshes over his tongue as he shoves it past the man's teeth and plunges into his mouth proper. licking over his twisting muscle and curling the tip across his palate. give him enough time and he'll try fucking his damn tonsils with his tongue. making sure he flicks it further in, making him swallow his spit among any remaining cum clinging to his teeth or gums. until the kiss breaks and it's soaking between their mouths in strands. what fight? he's had his submission since hawks called him on the phone.]
Mmn, that felt good, din'nit? [tremors race through his throat and mouth, lingering ghosts of hawks' screech when he impaled him to the base. he holds himself still, legs spread a bit and knee wedged under the man's upper leg on one side, other foot braced on the ground for now. not ready to climb onto the couch and properly mount him yet. he drinks in the sight of his chest arching from the couch back, abs hardening under his skin, wings spreading and flapping in a wild splay of pain and pleasure. his cock pulses within the man's walls, precum already oozing hot syrup deep inside.
oh? he wants to move it? then he tightens his grip and keeps him pinned, lips quirking at a corner in a sneer. hips still, hand stuck, hovering his mouth over hawks' lips as a glaze of saliva starts leaking towards his lower charred lip, threatening to drip into the other man's mouth on purpose.]
Say please, pretty bird. [wiry abdominal muscles tighten, pulling at his ruined stomach's flesh and staples as his core tightens beneath. heated flesh twitches and jerks inside hawks' ass, his cock jumping and pulsing each time he clenches and makes it move. at least he's giving a compromise. "move" was all hawks said. lips sear just above the hero's mouth, white teeth tracing along his lower plush in a shark-like cruise... before he bites him there.]
[Hawks is to busy fighting for his life against the onslaught of pleasured pain to think about Dabi getting his dick wet with any passing fancy he meets. Maybe he should though, never know if he might catch something. But whatever the mission calls for, and right now it calls for getting dicked into his couch by a man who'd just as easily set him on fire for the hell of it.
The kiss they share is just as nasty and biting as their previous ones. It's hot, invasive, Dabi's tongue so deep in his mouth he swears it tickles his tonsils. It's almost like he's trying to reach his own cock through Hawks' body.
He's trembling with repressed need. Dabi pressed deep, pressing deeper while remaining annoyingly still. It makes him tug harder at the hand restrained, but the man above him just pins him harder into the back of the couch. Cruel. Delicious.
Want me to...fuck...wax poetic abo-out your fucking cock? [He gives a breathless sort of laugh as he speaks. His pupils are blown wide with lust; the irises a barely there gold ring. He blinks slowly up at Dabi, hooded eyes shining with unshed tears of either pain or euphoria, he's not entirely sure.
When Dabi tells him to say please he nearly snorts even as his body reacts viscerally to him saying pretty bird. He's gonna have to get that under control or he's going to have a very big problem later on. Dabi's cock twitches inside of him and he groans softly in response. A tease of something but still denying him. Before he can reply the other's mouth is brushing against his again and then his lower lip is being bitten sharply.
He jerks on impulse, but thanks to his position he can't actually go anywhere which keeps his lip from being torn off. Damn, that's gonna leave a mark]
Bloody fuckin' shark [He mumbles and clenches down hard around the shaft inside of him trying to spur him into motion. He should feel embarrassed about how easy he's being. About how much he's giving in. About how readily he accepts the others treatment of himself. He shouldn't want this, but he does. It's a bit pathetic.
He grunts again and knows Dabi's not moving until he gets what he wants. Panting, he speaks as best he can.]
[lucky for hawks, his body runs too hot. most germs aren't gonna stick around a rotting corpse regularly setting itself on fire. would he ever tell his hero hookup he's safe and "clean" for peace of mind? nah. more fun to think the other man's gonna have second thoughts when he's alone in bed later. probably has a bunch of fancy medics who'd clean up anything gross he ended up catching.
one last bite and he leaves hawks' lips nip plush and sensitive in the wake of his retreat. a low breath ghosts hot on his wet skin, not bothering to close his mouth as saliva slips between them. he'd be lying if he said seeing the hero's messy debased face wasn't a damn turn on.
probably ticking him off, having his tongue sliding in and out of his mouth while his dick remains tauntingly crammed in to the base without moving a centimeter backwards. hawks is crushed into the couch, pinned between his hips and furniture frame, unable to scramble backwards and make some movement on his own. stuck in a half-curled position, trembling and panting above his own straining dick drooling atop his crenelated abs.]
Nah. Temptin, but you can do that on ya own time. [might demand something of the sort when he returns. the idea of hawks walking around with a poem about his cock in his pocket's annoyingly amusing. cool blue eyes linger on his partner's blown pupils, hiding half-lidded behind his dark lashes and choppy black bangs. captivating eyes. bet a lot of people got lost in them over the years.
each groan sinks into his ears, tickles at his flesh, makes him feel a little warmer and more eager. this bastard's really setting him off like this. ass clenching around him in a hot rush, matching with each breath he sees pumping the bird's chest and stomach. a throbbing heart pounding all around his dick, maybe skipping a beat when he dumps "pretty bird" on his head again. gonna have to remember that reaction.
after he's done biting hawks' lip. got too soft, too deep, earning a sharp reminder of what this man's dealing with. a wild animal, an unwanted stray on the streets, still capable of biting the hand feeding him. whether it bleeds him or leaves him with a bruise isn't his concern. an amused hum rumbles in his throat, grinning above the blonde's face as he flicks his tongue across the bite mark.] Someone's gonna ask about that tomorrow...
[and finally gets what he wants: hawks debasing himself to ask for it. he slowly drags his hips backwards, listening to each wet noise following his dick from root to tip. pops his head free until he's pressing it flush to hawks' ring, and shoves back in with a hard splat against his ass. no slow love making, he instantly starts fucking him. slamming into his ass over and over and bouncing the man against the couch. bony fingers twist in hawks' hand as it keeps him prisoner on the couch frame, free leg bracing on the ground with each thrust. it's just physical pleasure, just a few minutes to feel good and make everything in life vanish for a short while.
[They're a mess. Literally and figuratively. Before their first romp in the hay Hawks wouldn't have thought Dabi had a thing for wrecking him so thoroughly. He'd figured it would be more of a rush to get to the fucking stage and less a systematic dismantling of Hawks carefully crafted facade. He's covered in his own saliva, precome, sweat, and lube from where it smeared earlier. Dabi's not much better. There's a bit of blood on his thigh where Hawks' talons pierced his skin, saliva all over his midsection from the messy blowjob, and lube and spit all over his fingers. It's hot. Messy. Perfect.
With how tight he's pinned to the sofa his wings are being squished and while it's not as good as having the base of them grabbed or his feathers teased; it's doing something. He might have to play around with this later when he's not being dicked into next week.
When Dabi finally starts fucking into him, the pace punishing but perfect, the motion of it jars him just right that he can't stop the shout of pleasure that leaves him.
He doesn't even care that he'll have to explain his bitten lip tomorrow. He might not be allowed to 'form attachments', but one night stands aren't really something they police so long as he does what he's supposed to in the end. They don't need to know his one night stand is more of a repeat customer who's also his current mission objective.
He'll probably worry his sore lip with his own teeth tomorrow and replay this moment while jerking off in the shower. Still, it feels wrong to not retaliate. At the next kiss his own teeth sink into the healthy skin of Dabi's upper lip leaving him with a mark mirroring his own.
He clicks and warbles as the thrusts continue and the hand in Dabi's hair slides down to his back along his shoulder blade where his fingers curl in the space between healthy and unhealthy skin. He didn't intentionally choose that spot; he's simply trying to hold on for the ride. He is desperately trying to mind his nails though, he doesn't want to flay the man open. That would ruin the mood.
Fuck! There! [He shouts, his head turning to the side as he pants sharply when Dabi's cock starts nailing his prostate. He's so close. He's been riding the edge for a while now between the praise, even if it was mean spirited, and the foreplay.
When Dabi drops another 'pretty bird' he growls in response and rolls his hips trying to get him even deeper inside.]
Close, fuck, I'm gonna come. [His free hand slips from the others shoulder and moves between them intending to take his own shaft in hand to help himself to the edge and over.]
[he should've paid more attention to those news reports when they began popping into existence. someone who had no problem torching civilian, villain, and hero alike wouldn't have a problem wrecking one more. intimately? something hawks would have to wonder for himself. kinda makes him think the man might peruse through villain portfolios in his high-end office and marks the ones he though would make for a good lay. not like they'd be doing much else in tartarus. but good to know the hero's insatiable curiosity and debasing kink gives him full privilege to wreck him. leaving him a mess covered in every liquid he can make. gonna require a shower after this to clean himself up. he's got bird drool on his hips and thigh, blood on his leg... wonder if hawks thought about his own saliva getting crammed up his ass for lube?
drive him into the couch, make him yell and pant, fuck him until his voice breaks and he gets to see high and mighty razed to a wanton moaning whore writhing all over his couch. it's a good look on him. the way his arm tugs at his pinning hand, wanting to break free and do something instinctively, but unable. legs shoved wide open on either side of his hips, one hooked over a half-torched thigh, the other thrown up and bouncing lewdly midair in telltale rhythm.
shouting in pleasure. what a pretty bird he's stuffing.]
Oy. Ya leaving marks now. [right on his lip. bastard's kinda cute. he's always enjoyed leaving marks on hawks. sending him back with bruises on his lips, stiff tension in his legs, a limp on his hip, hickeys blazing along his neck, scratches at his shoulders and hand-shaped dark marks on his wrists or thighs. no one gets to see them, since the man's all covered up in costume... but anyone he fucks soon after is gonna.]
Who's on ya mind right now? Thinkin about who might see ya new decorations. [no one was on hawks' mind. until he brought it up. on purpose. because he wants to see his face, any change in his water-logged eyes, a catch of breath or skip of his heartbeat throbbing in his ass. he's got a few guesses, but gives hawks a chance to fess up first. even as he leans in and brings his part-charred lips to the man's mouth, refusing to kiss him just yet. this raptor just bit him on the lip a few seconds ago, after all. not even on the ruined lower one.
a low grunt escapes his lips as fingers dig into his shoulder blade, hooking at his bony angle and pulling skin and staples in a strange tension. broad shoulders shift above his taut torso and he braces his foot to the ground for another hard shove. calf muscles going bowstring tight, heel arching clean off the floor with his thrusts. driving hawks into the couch back with heady slaps and splats of precum beginning to froth white around his plunging dick. as long as hawks doesn't start clawing at his skin's seams, he'll be okay when it comes to peeling grafts off.]
Here? [as soon as hawks' head wilts sideways, he swoops in and sinks his teeth right on his jaw. gripping bone between enamel, not enough to hurt, but enough to seal so he can suck and lick a growing red mark on his face. people are gonna see. he deliberately pulls back and misses his prostate next time, forcing hawks to grind his own hips and move his ass to get him where he wants. the suction breaks, a hickey blazing on his face, and he jerks his hips back, pulling his cock free from the man's ass with a wet sound, precum strands stretching between his tip and hawks' momentarily-gaping rim.] Oy... I never said ya could touch. Remember?
[damn right he's gonna edge him. and stop his hand if he tries finishing his reach.]
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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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Date: 3/2/26 04:21 (UTC)Those fingers hit deep, make stars blossom behind his eyelids and his body arch up off the couch. Fucking hell, it's damn good. He's pretty sure he could come just from this if Dabi didn't stop. Which he did. Because he's a bastard.
Hawks is panting when Dabi mentions that he might tempt him. That it would be funny to watch him stand for an interview after getting his hole fisted. He's done it before. Once. Wasn't easy, but he managed it. Sometimes the people he has to honeypot are into weird shit.
He knows Dabi is into some weird stuff even if he's not really sure about some of it. He imagines if they keep doing this thing he'll figure more out. But right now all he cares about is the fact that the hand he'd been moving towards the others cock is stopped and pinned to the back of the sofa.
His breath leaves him in a rush, his golden pupils blown wide with lust as he lays there spread out and pinned to the cushions. With Dabi settled between his parted thighs he can feel the heat coming off of him. It's enticing. He wants to touch but his hand is pinned. Well. One hand is pinned. The other is still free. For now.
He reaches up with his free hand and slides it into black locks and pulls sharply as he shows Dabi his teeth in a challenging smirk]
I want you to fuck me so good I forget my own name
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Date: 3/3/26 04:05 (UTC)What a sight ya makin, Hawks. How many people get to see you like this? [doesn't care if he gets an answer or not. he's not the jealous type. that implies he's got a connection. that feelings are involved. burnt all that crap out of his life a long time ago. but he's not above feeling possessive. it's attractive how responsive hawks' body is. arching so hard his head and hips are his own points of contact on the couch as his fingers assault the hero's prostate.
could've let him cum... but he's a bastard. if hawks really wants to get a whole hand shoved up his ass, he'd at least be nice enough to use some lube. no fun if he leaves the man's ass looking a butcher's slab. pretty sure there wouldn't be an invitation to return. pretty sure... hawks' is into some weird shit. might even be using this to play with some sick perverse masochism punishment for his crimes. kinda disgusting.
they both are. he's accepted it long ago; seems like hawks has too. dropping a bony knee to the couch, he nudges it under the man's thigh, propping his leg into a hang over his thigh and closer to his hip. balls of his feet braced to the ground, hips cocked just until his dick's nudging the other man's oozing hole, he nudges forward, testing the wet rim a few times as the hero fists a chunk of his hair and tugs him. rude... but hot. he leans in and shoves his mouth against hawks' own, claiming his lips in a heated, demanding kiss that all but swallows his words.]
Aintcha already tried doin that? [hummed through his half-charred mouth before he shoves forward. his dick easily plunges past the man's heat, stretching his ass open and forcing his abused walls open around it. wet noises fill the space between them again, not nice enough to slow, since neither of them want him to. head, shaft, all the way until he's sunk inside to his balls slapped against hawks' ass, throwing the hero's legs wide open around him in an incriminating splay anyone would be mortified (or turned on) to walk in on.]
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Date: 3/4/26 03:52 (UTC)He looks up into those cold eyes, ironic considering the other's ability to wield fire, and feels a shudder run through his body. They are so close together, breath mingling, and then Dabi's kissing him hard once more. God it's addictive kissing the other man. Dabi kisses him like he wants to suck his soul from his body. Like he wants to own him. He demands submission, but Hawks isn't going to give it without a fight. He meets his desire with his own.
He's panting again when they part, a half smirk on his face. One hand is still pinned, the other threaded in Dabi's hair.
He feels the others cock catch on his entrance and hold.]
You asked what I wanted, I told you. You don't like it yo--fuck. [Lips meet his in another kiss swallowing the screech that leaves him when Dabi forces his way inside with one punishing thrust. Hawks' body bows up and tenses for a moment before he can get it under control enough to relax. Fuck, that's a lot. His wings flap beneath him pinned and useless. His hand tightens in the others hair and the other tries to pull free of the grasp holding it to the back of the couch. His hips rock down trying to spur him into motion, but already knowing Dabi's not moving until he wants too.]
Move. [He's panting into the kiss. His cock twitches heavily between them where it lays on his stomach. Precum dribbles down his side leaving a smear of it on his skin. He's a mess and enjoying every minute of it.]
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Date: 3/5/26 01:53 (UTC)seeing him in such a wanton state if sickening and so addictive. where's his smug calm always sheathed over his face? smooth words which never faltered until a pair of fingers or throbbing dick's shoved up his ass. he likes watching hawks come apart under his fingers, breaking the hero down into a mess. someday he's gonna catch him getting his ass reamed in a graffiti-covered stall at a club, reeking of over-done cleaner and sweat. might even watch for a while.
feels good to kiss him. lips to lips, shutting him up as he shoves his head back onto the couch frame. saliva sloshes over his tongue as he shoves it past the man's teeth and plunges into his mouth proper. licking over his twisting muscle and curling the tip across his palate. give him enough time and he'll try fucking his damn tonsils with his tongue. making sure he flicks it further in, making him swallow his spit among any remaining cum clinging to his teeth or gums. until the kiss breaks and it's soaking between their mouths in strands. what fight? he's had his submission since hawks called him on the phone.]
Mmn, that felt good, din'nit? [tremors race through his throat and mouth, lingering ghosts of hawks' screech when he impaled him to the base. he holds himself still, legs spread a bit and knee wedged under the man's upper leg on one side, other foot braced on the ground for now. not ready to climb onto the couch and properly mount him yet. he drinks in the sight of his chest arching from the couch back, abs hardening under his skin, wings spreading and flapping in a wild splay of pain and pleasure. his cock pulses within the man's walls, precum already oozing hot syrup deep inside.
oh? he wants to move it? then he tightens his grip and keeps him pinned, lips quirking at a corner in a sneer. hips still, hand stuck, hovering his mouth over hawks' lips as a glaze of saliva starts leaking towards his lower charred lip, threatening to drip into the other man's mouth on purpose.]
Say please, pretty bird. [wiry abdominal muscles tighten, pulling at his ruined stomach's flesh and staples as his core tightens beneath. heated flesh twitches and jerks inside hawks' ass, his cock jumping and pulsing each time he clenches and makes it move. at least he's giving a compromise. "move" was all hawks said. lips sear just above the hero's mouth, white teeth tracing along his lower plush in a shark-like cruise... before he bites him there.]
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Date: 3/5/26 23:32 (UTC)The kiss they share is just as nasty and biting as their previous ones. It's hot, invasive, Dabi's tongue so deep in his mouth he swears it tickles his tonsils. It's almost like he's trying to reach his own cock through Hawks' body.
He's trembling with repressed need. Dabi pressed deep, pressing deeper while remaining annoyingly still. It makes him tug harder at the hand restrained, but the man above him just pins him harder into the back of the couch. Cruel. Delicious.
Want me to...fuck...wax poetic abo-out your fucking cock? [He gives a breathless sort of laugh as he speaks. His pupils are blown wide with lust; the irises a barely there gold ring. He blinks slowly up at Dabi, hooded eyes shining with unshed tears of either pain or euphoria, he's not entirely sure.
When Dabi tells him to say please he nearly snorts even as his body reacts viscerally to him saying pretty bird. He's gonna have to get that under control or he's going to have a very big problem later on. Dabi's cock twitches inside of him and he groans softly in response. A tease of something but still denying him. Before he can reply the other's mouth is brushing against his again and then his lower lip is being bitten sharply.
He jerks on impulse, but thanks to his position he can't actually go anywhere which keeps his lip from being torn off. Damn, that's gonna leave a mark]
Bloody fuckin' shark [He mumbles and clenches down hard around the shaft inside of him trying to spur him into motion. He should feel embarrassed about how easy he's being. About how much he's giving in. About how readily he accepts the others treatment of himself. He shouldn't want this, but he does. It's a bit pathetic.
He grunts again and knows Dabi's not moving until he gets what he wants. Panting, he speaks as best he can.]
Please, move. Fuck me. Make me come.
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Date: 3/6/26 05:16 (UTC)one last bite and he leaves hawks' lips nip plush and sensitive in the wake of his retreat. a low breath ghosts hot on his wet skin, not bothering to close his mouth as saliva slips between them. he'd be lying if he said seeing the hero's messy debased face wasn't a damn turn on.
probably ticking him off, having his tongue sliding in and out of his mouth while his dick remains tauntingly crammed in to the base without moving a centimeter backwards. hawks is crushed into the couch, pinned between his hips and furniture frame, unable to scramble backwards and make some movement on his own. stuck in a half-curled position, trembling and panting above his own straining dick drooling atop his crenelated abs.]
Nah. Temptin, but you can do that on ya own time. [might demand something of the sort when he returns. the idea of hawks walking around with a poem about his cock in his pocket's annoyingly amusing. cool blue eyes linger on his partner's blown pupils, hiding half-lidded behind his dark lashes and choppy black bangs. captivating eyes. bet a lot of people got lost in them over the years.
each groan sinks into his ears, tickles at his flesh, makes him feel a little warmer and more eager. this bastard's really setting him off like this. ass clenching around him in a hot rush, matching with each breath he sees pumping the bird's chest and stomach. a throbbing heart pounding all around his dick, maybe skipping a beat when he dumps "pretty bird" on his head again. gonna have to remember that reaction.
after he's done biting hawks' lip. got too soft, too deep, earning a sharp reminder of what this man's dealing with. a wild animal, an unwanted stray on the streets, still capable of biting the hand feeding him. whether it bleeds him or leaves him with a bruise isn't his concern. an amused hum rumbles in his throat, grinning above the blonde's face as he flicks his tongue across the bite mark.] Someone's gonna ask about that tomorrow...
[and finally gets what he wants: hawks debasing himself to ask for it. he slowly drags his hips backwards, listening to each wet noise following his dick from root to tip. pops his head free until he's pressing it flush to hawks' ring, and shoves back in with a hard splat against his ass. no slow love making, he instantly starts fucking him. slamming into his ass over and over and bouncing the man against the couch. bony fingers twist in hawks' hand as it keeps him prisoner on the couch frame, free leg bracing on the ground with each thrust. it's just physical pleasure, just a few minutes to feel good and make everything in life vanish for a short while.
no wonder people get addicted to this.]
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Date: 3/7/26 20:01 (UTC)With how tight he's pinned to the sofa his wings are being squished and while it's not as good as having the base of them grabbed or his feathers teased; it's doing something. He might have to play around with this later when he's not being dicked into next week.
When Dabi finally starts fucking into him, the pace punishing but perfect, the motion of it jars him just right that he can't stop the shout of pleasure that leaves him.
He doesn't even care that he'll have to explain his bitten lip tomorrow. He might not be allowed to 'form attachments', but one night stands aren't really something they police so long as he does what he's supposed to in the end. They don't need to know his one night stand is more of a repeat customer who's also his current mission objective.
He'll probably worry his sore lip with his own teeth tomorrow and replay this moment while jerking off in the shower. Still, it feels wrong to not retaliate. At the next kiss his own teeth sink into the healthy skin of Dabi's upper lip leaving him with a mark mirroring his own.
He clicks and warbles as the thrusts continue and the hand in Dabi's hair slides down to his back along his shoulder blade where his fingers curl in the space between healthy and unhealthy skin. He didn't intentionally choose that spot; he's simply trying to hold on for the ride. He is desperately trying to mind his nails though, he doesn't want to flay the man open. That would ruin the mood.
Fuck! There! [He shouts, his head turning to the side as he pants sharply when Dabi's cock starts nailing his prostate. He's so close. He's been riding the edge for a while now between the praise, even if it was mean spirited, and the foreplay.
When Dabi drops another 'pretty bird' he growls in response and rolls his hips trying to get him even deeper inside.]
Close, fuck, I'm gonna come. [His free hand slips from the others shoulder and moves between them intending to take his own shaft in hand to help himself to the edge and over.]
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Date: 3/11/26 02:28 (UTC)drive him into the couch, make him yell and pant, fuck him until his voice breaks and he gets to see high and mighty razed to a wanton moaning whore writhing all over his couch. it's a good look on him. the way his arm tugs at his pinning hand, wanting to break free and do something instinctively, but unable. legs shoved wide open on either side of his hips, one hooked over a half-torched thigh, the other thrown up and bouncing lewdly midair in telltale rhythm.
shouting in pleasure. what a pretty bird he's stuffing.]
Oy. Ya leaving marks now. [right on his lip. bastard's kinda cute. he's always enjoyed leaving marks on hawks. sending him back with bruises on his lips, stiff tension in his legs, a limp on his hip, hickeys blazing along his neck, scratches at his shoulders and hand-shaped dark marks on his wrists or thighs. no one gets to see them, since the man's all covered up in costume... but anyone he fucks soon after is gonna.]
Who's on ya mind right now? Thinkin about who might see ya new decorations. [no one was on hawks' mind. until he brought it up. on purpose. because he wants to see his face, any change in his water-logged eyes, a catch of breath or skip of his heartbeat throbbing in his ass. he's got a few guesses, but gives hawks a chance to fess up first. even as he leans in and brings his part-charred lips to the man's mouth, refusing to kiss him just yet. this raptor just bit him on the lip a few seconds ago, after all. not even on the ruined lower one.
a low grunt escapes his lips as fingers dig into his shoulder blade, hooking at his bony angle and pulling skin and staples in a strange tension. broad shoulders shift above his taut torso and he braces his foot to the ground for another hard shove. calf muscles going bowstring tight, heel arching clean off the floor with his thrusts. driving hawks into the couch back with heady slaps and splats of precum beginning to froth white around his plunging dick. as long as hawks doesn't start clawing at his skin's seams, he'll be okay when it comes to peeling grafts off.]
Here? [as soon as hawks' head wilts sideways, he swoops in and sinks his teeth right on his jaw. gripping bone between enamel, not enough to hurt, but enough to seal so he can suck and lick a growing red mark on his face. people are gonna see. he deliberately pulls back and misses his prostate next time, forcing hawks to grind his own hips and move his ass to get him where he wants. the suction breaks, a hickey blazing on his face, and he jerks his hips back, pulling his cock free from the man's ass with a wet sound, precum strands stretching between his tip and hawks' momentarily-gaping rim.] Oy... I never said ya could touch. Remember?
[damn right he's gonna edge him. and stop his hand if he tries finishing his reach.]
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