[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.]
[Some people have different professional lives than they do personal lives. He's learning not to put Dabi in a box. Especially not a flammable one. Though it's hard to keep from rolling his eyes even as he's fucked within an inch of sanity at the others backhanded comments. Who's on his mind right now? The psychotic pyro who is currently rearranging his insides, that's who. But instead he can't help himself as he gives a broken laugh]
Thinkin' about this, fuck, hot redhead, I s-saw earlier [He's not but it's become pretty clear this evening that the other thinks he's either sleeping with a haram of hookers or he's using Dabi as a place holder for someone else. Who, he has no idea. There's not really anyone he knows or works with that he's trying to get in the pants of. Sure there's people he likes, but no one he wants to sleep with.]
Fuck! [Dabi doesn't usually leave marks on his face, he supposes his comment earned that bite to his jaw that's gonna leave a hickey. No, don't stop! Come on!
[But Dabi's already pulling back and Hawks laments his rising orgasm the dark haired man's cock slips free. He shudders as he feels each piercing brush against him as they slide out and his body clenches on nothing. Hawks looks at him with exasperation as he pants and his orgasm recedes and he's left empty and aching.]
You are such a power top. [He ignores the warning and reaches for his cock.] Let me come, then I'll give you food, and after you fuck me again if you want.
[as he's never from the start kept hawks anywhere but in his box. not out of fear, but out of distrust for heroes in general. distrust for someone who could so easily "kill" one of his own simply for the sake of convincing. a traitor isn't someone to trust, no matter what words come from his pretty little mouth. loyalty isn't made with bloody hands. his own wretched hands have no problem touching every stained area of this man, from the hand pinned to the couch to his shoulder or neck, wondering where he'll grab next and knowing hawks craves it.]
Hotter than me? [jealousy? nah. only confirmation. hawks may have him in his mind right now, but once his dick's out of his ass and he's washing his spunk off his skin later, he knows he ain't gonna be the one hanging around the blonde's mind as he drifts off to sleep. what person would linger on someone like him? what person who valued life... is it petty and self-debasing? kinda, yeah. he has shitty coping mechanisms. hawks should know he's sleeping with a fucked-up piece of work by now.] Maybe I should pay 'em a visit.
[he sounds amused, quiet voice a bit tight from his own sensations and interest. listening to hawks cuss off the mark on his face earns the winged hero a lazy grin as he leans back in and runs his tongue over his newest emblem. saliva drags more than it should along his skin, leaving it shiny and messy from his jaw to his cheekbone.] Aw, ya sound so desperate. Was I really that good?
[he knows he is to hawks. hips dip once more, the head of his cock nudging at the man's greedy opening until he feels it clenching and sucking at him.] So fuckin eager, hero. You'd pull me in with your ass alone if ya could. [poking, nudging, prodding, barely letting himself stick back inside to the crown of his head before dipping out again. tormenting and taunting, hawks' slick fluids and his own precum glazing his piercings along the shaft's underside. blue eyes burn into desperate gold, watching his lust-blown pupils slowly edge back.] Ya wouldn't have me any other way.
[food sounds good. and another fuck. as if in silent compromise, he eases his grip on the hero's hand, finally freeing both arms to move... before reaching back and fisting both of hawks' wings' main bones just behind his shoulders. pinning both red-feathered appendages to the couch back and with a hard shove, slams his dick back home into the man's ass with a wet squelch.] Fuck, pretty bird. You're so tight, I can barely move.
[Dabi's right not to trust him. To be fair though, Hawks doesn't really trust himself all that much either. He's a fake. This right here on the couch is pretty much as real as it gets. He can't fake this; not when the man giving it to him is hitting every single button he has. But outside of sex, yeah, trusting him is something one does at their own risk.
When Dabi mentions paying the 'imaginary' person in his mind a visit he simply gives him a challenging smirk. Well, he tries to, he's not entirely sure he's able to manage it with the way he's being used. He wonders what Dabi would think if he knew there were nights Hawks did think about him. When he thinks about times like this. When he thinks about how part of him wishes things could be different.
And then there are times when he simply just doesn't think about anything. He doesn't know how to do relationships and he isn't allowed to have them regardless. He's a lap dog, and he knows it and accepts it. So he'll take what he can get when he can get it. Little bits of debasement that scratch an itch deep inside even if it's the man above him giving it to him. They're both broken men...why not be broken together like this too?
Pretty sure you're not their type, Firefly.
[But then Dabi's leaning back a bit more after sliding out and he hates it. He'd been so close. When Dabi leans back in to lick over the hickey on his jawline he thinks maybe he'll press back inside, but he doesn't. Instead he taunts him.]
No, it was awful. I was about to come my brains out just to make you stop sooner. [His tone is deadpan and his golden eyes hold a bit of a glare. His hand reaches for his own cock and he gives it a couple tugs before letting go again. He rocks his hips down as the others body dips again and he can feel his cock head nudging his hole. He knows he's eager. He's been eager since he'd begged the other to come over earlier. ]
Fuck me, Dabi. Please!
[His pinned hand is released and Hawks wastes no time in reaching out towards the other with both of his hands now to try and pull him back against him. But then Dabi's pressing in close again letting his cock tease in and out without actually filling him. Just as the older man slams back inside his hands find the base of Hawks wings and grips tightly. It makes his entire body lock up and his back arch as a scream of pure ecstasy leaves him. His head falls back, eyes closed tight as his cock twitches and he comes untouched between them. Hawks' hole clenches tightly around the other trying to pull him over the edge as well. To earn that rush of release he wants to feel spilling inside.
Part of him hopes Dabi's not there yet. He loves the overstimulation. Loves being worked past his release until the line between pain and pleasure is so blurred he can't tell which is which and it's all just sensation lighting him up. Likes being used until the voices in his head are quiet and he doesn't have to think about anything.]
[hm? is this the kind of expression a man should be making when a murderous villain threatens to see someone he cares about enough to fuck? not that he trusts the hero's expression most of the time. and sex partners aren't the kind of connections he wants to dig out of hawks' background. more important people to wrench from his buried past. something for later when he isn't vying for first place in the blonde's mind.
if he knew hawks thought of him at night, he'd call him foolish, sick, and amusing. that he would choose to think of his half-wrecked face out of all those pretty heroes he rubs elbows with so often. surely he's got better faces to pick from. even got a cute little raven as a student. but he doesn't know these things, only assumes hawks has a better head on his shoulder than that, and remains in the muck of this world until their next meeting.]
Smart of 'em. [he shouldn't be anyone's type. hell, he wasn't even his father's type. and that monster created him. making hawks writhe and squirm like this, making him beg him for his dick, ticks all those pathetic little boxes inside his skin. being wanted, being needed, it's a sick feeling he never should experience in his life. yet he cobbles together fake moments where he can indulge in pretense. like sucking down a cigarette or pouring beer into his gullet. makes it all shut up for a little bit before everything burns again.]
Good thing I pulled out. [his voice dips in dry amusement. sarcasm's fun. along with that glare. muscles tense and he tempts the idea of slapping keigo's hand away from his dick. said not to touch himself before, didn't he? but the man pulls away soon enough.] Brat. [what a power move. just for defiance sake. all he had to do was give him a good beg and he'd-
good boy.]
Shit, ya horny slut. [he's practically sucking on his dick with his ass as good as his mouth. everything's gone so damn tight around his dick. crushing his skin with throbbing ribbons and desperate folds. all because he's fisting those pretty red wings. watching each writhe and buck on the couch as hawks all but thrashes below him, legs up and ass speared on his dick like a wanton whore getting reamed. all locked up and filling the room with his scream. does he have neighbors? probably not. they wouldn't leave him alone if they knew the number two hero was getting his brains fucked out next door.
his eyes lid in pleasure, breath leaving his lips in a hot ghost as the man seize up all around him.] Ngh! [so much for holding out. he really was right there on the edge! his head bows over hawks', bangs almost touching the other man's as his entire body pulls tight. ass spasming on his dick like a damn vice. he should've been able to hold out longer, but- ... a low grunt worms between his grit teeth, fingers tighten on hawks' wings, and he shoves inside to the base, balls slapping into the man's cheeks as he bottoms out to the root. heat builds up before spurting out in several heavy lines. pleasure, or the ghost of it, sweeps through his head, orgasm tugging at his chest and lungs in equal measure as his sight dances within his sockets. cumming hard and hot as he fills hawks' up with his slick spend.
too bad. he was already there despite that power play before. but... that doesn't mean he's gonna leave hawks' alone. not as he starts revving his wings ala motorcycle handles and rocking his hips and dick into his dripping ass.]
[You mean he doesn't want Hawks undivided attention and focus? Doesn't want someone to think he's enough as he is and accept him flaws and all? Just goes to show you can never make some people happy.
The brat comment earns him an eyebrow wiggle and a devilish smirk in return, well, before everything flies out the window along with his sanity and ability to stop from coming so hard he might have pulled a muscle somewhere]
Ngh, fuck... [He all but sobs when Dabi presses in harder until there's hardly any space at all between them. Then seconds later he feels the rush of heat filling him. It's so different to any one else he's ever fucked. Everything about Dabi is hotter than most, including this. Pulse after pulse fills him increasing he slide and easing the rough friction from before.
He expects the other to pull back afterwards, but he doesn't. Instead, those hands on his wings just keep gripping and twisting ever so slightly. It's enough to keep Hawks flying in the clouds and trembling beneath him. It's only made worse when Dabi rocks down into him, his still hard cock knocking at his prostate so soon after his orgasm sending a flood of 'too much' through him. It really is a good thing he doesn't have neighbors. Truly. They'd think someone was being murdered with the way he was screeching and moaning.]
Dabs....fuck, please. [He whines a little bit and his hands fumble at the others mismatched skin. He can't quite decide if he's trying to pull him in closer or push him away. He feels like he's careening off course. Like he's untethered and unable to right himself as he falls. He clings trying to ground himself as his head falls back and his eyes close. Another, smaller rush of release works through him and a few more ribbons of come join the mess on his stomach.]
[it would be stupid to want something he can never have. undivided attention from a hero? impossible. he wouldn't be a hero if he could do something like that. and he's long since realized no one will ever think he's enough as he is. his father pounded that reality into him until everything broke. his fate isn't one where he's accepted in this life... hawks managed to escape that hell. lucky bird.
but this isn't something hawks will learn about until later. he can contend with his thoughts then about whether he wants to give this monster attention, or think about accepting his flaws.
right now, he's more interested in wiping that smirk off the man's face. he's gotten far too cocky for someone getting railed into the back of his own couch. it feels good, both his own orgasm and the way hawks responds to his climax. head thrown back, wings splayed, legs tightening, breath caught, pumping his cum across his chest and stomach.]
Felt good, huh? [both hands keep at his wings, ignoring any potential feathers or down he plucks from his lower layer with those gripping twists. hips rock and gyrate, stirring his still-hard dick inside the other man. his stamina's pretty shit, and he's not strong like others, usually has to rest after his first orgasm. but sometimes, when he's really worked up, adrenaline's a bitch. flooding through his body, mixing with lingering arousal and a dominant streak flaring up as he pulls back just an inch before snapping back inside.]
Ya know... they say you can make a man come again right after he comes. [picking up his pace, fucking into hawks in a mixture of dominating fervor and aroused cruelty. he wants it to hurt as much as it feels good. wants to see hawks begging for relief despite wanting it even more. feeling him scrambling and pulling at his skin, legs kicking and wings beating as the hero's torn between trying to get away and wanting to keep going.
poor bird, stuck between his own dick and brain. one hand drops from a wing, abandoning it with mild reluctance... but only so he can seize his partner's dripping dick in his fist and pump him hard. jerking off quick and intense as he fucks into his already-stuffed ass over and over. his own cum leaking out around his dick as he drives hawks into the couch and manhandles his wing and penis with the same intensity as he's pounding into his ass.] C'mon... ya can give me more than that, pretty bird.
[Another screech works its way out of him when Dabi takes his cock in hand and begins to stroke it with cruel efficiency. Yes, Hawks loves sexual overstimulation, but that doesn't mean he can handle it quietly or remain still while he endures. Black nails dig into Dabi's sides as he clings and trembles. His thighs tighten around the others hips and his head hangs back, mouth open as he tries to breathe. It's so much.
Dabi very nearly demands another orgasm from him. His touch to his wing and his cock along with the way his voice nearly drips with command while he calls him a pretty bird makes his brain short circuit and his entire body locks up again.
Words fail him and all he can release is a steady stream of bird song and sounds as he paints the space between them white once more. He pushes at Dabi even as his nails bite into the skin probably tugging at some staples. Definitely drawing blood.]
Guh...Dabs...too much, s'too much. [The words are broken up by more warbles and trills and even with the other between his thighs his body is trying to close them; trying to pull back from the sensations the other is giving him. Dabi is a bit more dominating tonight than he usually is and Hawks is here for it. He likes it. Likes playing the brat and pushing the buttons when he knows it's still going to end in fun. (Sometimes, even when it doesn't end in fun). But he's also just a man, and he knows another orgasm isn't going to happen without a moment to recover.]
Fuck, Firefly... [He pries a hand from the others side and reaches down to try and get his hand off his cock so he can get some manner of higher brain function back. He's not sure if he's going to be able to do it though.]
Ya gettin so noisy. Someone's gonna think I'm killin ya. [charred lips curve upward at the corners, pulling his stapled seams until a soft wet split opens his skin to the glistening gristle beneath. the sound of hawks' screeches and struggles slakes a sick interest in his chest, wanting to see this man come apart in his hands in so many ways. someone as dirty and filthy as the very scum he pretends he's better than is breaking up under that same trash he flies above.
nails sink into his sides, one set punching into his clear flesh, the other digging into purple wrinkled wreck. as thighs clamp around his hips and struggle to hold on, he presses his assault even harder. timing his hand's jerking motions with his hips' hard thrusts. making sure he pounds into the man's prostate with every plunge. white oozes out around his dick from his previous climax, churning into a frothy mess that sticks to his balls and thighs. he's going to wreck this man and hawks is going to enjoy even second of it.
so tempting to seize his hand shut and stop him from coming right at the end... but he loosens his grip instead and impales the man to the base once more, cramming his head into hawks' prostate. blue eyes practically glow behind his black bangs, soaking up the way hawks arches and his muscles tighten almost painfully with every stream of emission wrenched from his unready body. doesn't care that his staples pull at his seams, that blood's starting to drip from where his grafts are separating, turning a few areas on his sides into a grizzly horror hint.]
Mmmm, that felt good, didn't it. [of course it did; it's painted all over hawks' stomach and chest again, stretched in his broken rough voice. slowly he eases his hand off his dick and begins pulling his hips back, fingers peeling from his semen-stained shaft and length dragging out of his over-stuffed hole. until both areas separate from hawks' skin with wet noises and a few lingering strands of white. no point in pushing for a third one when hawks can't handle it. doesn't know if anyone could... he certainly can't. didn't get a certain someone's refraction period.]
[Hawks thinks Dabi is killing him. With pleasure at least, but still. He's so overwhelmed by all the sensations that he can't stop shaking which only increases the sensations even more. But thankfully, the other stills and then begins to pull away.
A shiver wracks his frame as the cooler air of his apartment hits his fuck warm skin and he has to fight the urge to pull Dabi back against him to chase it away. They don't cuddle after a fuck even if sometimes the blonde thinks it might be something he'd like to try.
He doesn't care about the mess as he slumps limply into the sofa beneath him and takes in the grizzly sight above him. Damn. He did a number on him this time. The skin stapled together on his face has parted a bit showing the muscle beneath. It's not actively bleeding but Hawks thinks it might start if it shifts more.
His sides are a different story. There's blood there. Some from where his nails broke skin and some where he'd pulled to hard tearing the skin grafts and pulling staples free. It's...a little gross but somewhat incredible. Especially since Dabi doesn't seem to feel it or to care all that much.]
Of course it felt good. After we catch our breath and eat something I imagine we could make it feel even better.
Hawks is coming to realize he really is a greedy lover. Since Dabi is the first repeat bed partner he's had, he's the only one that he's been around long enough to learn certain things. Since their first time Hawks has learned he can have more than two orgasms in a round, though that third one really does hurt. He's learned that he likes multiple rounds. He's learned he really likes it when a competent parter pushes his boundaries on certain things. He wouldn't let any random person on the street do the things he lets Dabi do. Part of him wonders why he lets the fire user do it; but that sort of thinking always takes him into territory he doesn't want to explore so he tries not to think about it.
He lets out a soft grunt and shifts his legs down. His hip pops again and he makes another small sound of surprise. It takes a moment after before he stands on wobbly legs and glances behind him. There's a mess of red down and smaller feathers on the sofa cushions beside them. Oh well, he'll clean it up later.
He moves past Dabi heading for his bathroom to clean himself up a bit. He doesn't bother covering his body up. If he has his way the'll have at least one more round before the other leaves for the night.
When he comes back through he grabs the food and returns. He starts spreading everything out on the coffee table and then plops down on a space of sofa that's not wrecked and winces. Ouch. He should have known better. Dabi took him raw without lube, he's sore, and he knows better than to sit like that right after.
Still, hunger wins out in the end. He opens one of the beers Dabi brought and then picks up a container and his chopsticks and tucks in.]
[probably feels bad on hawks' skin, the way his own peels off his ass and drags a few thin lines of cum between his balls and the man's spasming cheeks. this wasn't some clinging love affair where hawks could wrap his arms and legs around him and hold him close to his chest like one of his other lovers. not yet, anyhow... his eyes linger where they're joined, watching how the hero's hips twitch as his cock tugs hawks' ring outward slightly. cold never bothered him much, it's no issue for him as air-conditioned atmosphere swoops in and latches onto sweat-slick flesh. finally slipping free with a soft squelching noise as his dick bobs in the air just outside of hawks' hole. give the hero a few seconds to shut his gaping pucker even as white begins oozing out of it and trailing down his tailbone towards the couch and floor. made a real big mess in there. he ain't apologizing for it; that was all hawks' fault for having such a skilled ass.
trying to rein his own short breath in, he eases a knee onto the couch and takes the weight off his feet. only then noticing the way hawks' sex-flushed eyes are staring at him. hmph, the way he's looking and jumping from place to place probably means his skin's starting to come undone. price to pay for his partner clawing at him along the seams. digging those damn nails of his into his flesh. good thing he can't feel pain or he'd probably be griping about the stings. nah, he doesn't care about that kinda crap. been living with his body falling apart for years now. he's shower off and do a bit of patch work and it'll be fine.]
Hoh? Ya ain't even off your afterglow and you're already planning on round two. Insatiable beast.
[heroes can be pretty crazy themselves. as hawks stands up, he swings his body around and flops on the couch beside the telltale damp patch and a few stray red feathers. arms spread out across its back, legs dropped half-open and gangly on the cushions, not at all bothering to cover up or even clean up at the moment. probably gonna get some blood on hawks' cough around his ribs, but the hero can clean that up later. gives him a good view of the hero padding away from him, drooling cum down his thighs and knees. might even drop a few on the floor... he'll point that out to him when he comes back, just to be an asshole. bones decouple in his neck as his head hits the couch back, eyes closing and body slowly coming down from his exertion. damn, really wore him out. as he told twice, he wasn't all that strong. and hawks is a greedy fuck buddy. probably would've gone for a third round if he gave him the chance.
he doesn't bother moving until the hero returns. with food. that perks his head off the couch, eyes wandering the splay spreading out in front of him. then pulls himself forward with a groan of bones and creaking muscles, skin tugging at his staples in a few places.] Heh. [a brief huff of amusement when hawks cringes upon sit down. what'd he think would happen? raw fuck without prep? worth it. and grabs a container before shoveling the contents into his mouth.
[Even if Dabi can't get it up again Hawks is pretty sure he's creative enough to figure out a way to sate him. He's a greedy, greedy bird when it comes to the dark haired man currently sprawled out on his couch. He's going to have to burn it when they're done, but he doesn't mind. Not really. It's worth it. Every single bit.
As he eats, Hawks focuses on the chicken he'd gotten and casually watches as Dabi starts in on the cold soba he'd ordered. He doesn't talk while he eats. Dabi doesn't usually tolerate to much small talk and he knows both of them are hungry. Dabi's practically a walking sign screaming 'feed me' with how bony he is.
Hawks makes sure to leave plenty of each item so Dabi can have his fill. When Hawks himself is full he sets his chopsticks down and leans back against the sofa. He's not cold anymore even though he's still naked and leaking all over the place. He'd wiped the worst away but well, that bit is a bit harder to clean. He's going to be leaking Dabi for a while, not that he minds that much.]
[oy. just cause he doesn't have crazy stamina like some people doesn't mean he can't get it up eventually. hawks is gonna have to wait a bit for him to recover or find someone with a body not clashing with itself. at least getting some food in his system is a help. most of his life's full junk food from combini, meals always coming out of plastic wrappers and bags. maybe fruit swiped if he feels like chucking them in the bag.
no comment on the man getting him soba. even if it's kinda weird. did he tell him? he forgets. can't be a coincidence. slurping it up, he leans forward sharply, sucking a few noodles in before they can risk falling out. ironic he's more talkative during a fight, usually wielding his tongue to distract so he can cool off. talking while he eats feels strange. as if this is some kinda "normal" life people have.
plus it's good. and he's not so proud he'll dis free food.
hawks is lucky he didn't start in on it with his fingers. he swipes a few pieces of chicken sans chopsticks and crunches on them. does hawks get to eat like this every day? flush with cash and getting a popular hero discount. he wonders what the store owner would say if he knew his beloved number two was buying food for a villain...]
Hm? [his eyes linger to the side, studying the other man for a few seconds.] Depends. Whatcha offerin to keep me?
[Hawks has no idea what Dabi likes to eat. He's seen him nibbling on things here and there but never actual food, food like they're having now. If he could convince the other to come over more often maybe he could feed him more real food. Well, delivery but still real food. Hawks can make a sandwich but that's about it. And he doesn't really have much in the way of food in his house, either of them, because he's not often there long enough to eat it. Most of his diet also consists of what he can grab on the run. They should both take better care of themselves.
He doesn't care about the manners all that much. He honestly finds it a bit refreshing that Dabi's comfortable just existing at all like he is. He isn't naive enough to think the other is really relaxed, but still, he's here and that's something.
When he other asks what he's offering to keep him here, Hawks grins. He knows offering superficial things won't actually help in any way. Dabi won't care about a clean bed to sleep in or more food or a shower with hot water.]
Got a thumb drive full of info for your boss as well as the hero roster patrol rotations for the next two weeks.
Also might have some handcuffs in the bedroom we can use if you like for round two.
[it's not like he invites hawks to his meals, their meet-up places aren't restaurants or hanging out in some gas station, back-alley liaisons don't come with a table and menu. villains don't have the same freedom heroes do to walk into any establishment and get a fawning server hanging on their elbows for orders. most fast-food joints end up pissing themselves when they realize who's under the hood ordering food. (and some take it without batting an eye cause they've stopped giving a shit long ago.) if hawks wants to invite him over for proper order-in food and meals more often... he might accept. he's a selfish bastard. probably make twice or toga whine at him if they realize he's returning from a better meal. eh, that's their problem for not finding a well-off patsy.
he leans back on the couch, tucking his feet up to the cushions and bending his knees to fold in on himself, keeping the soba pulled towards his chest like some weird creature guarding his food. chopsticks fall and rise in dipping bird rhythm, sucking down the noodles and broth, some larger bites some smaller. damn, how long's it been since he had some decent food like this? sitting over a sad steamy helping of cup soba from vending machines or 100 yen stores isn't the same as restaurant prepared... hawks got lucky with his choices. he wouldn't know.]
... [tempting offer. too tempting in some regards. he expected a cheeky comment about soft bed and good company, not a dip back into their usual shady business trades. hawks isn't entirely wrong about superficial stuff, but he can be a material creature when he's in the mood. just cause he's used to the slums of the world doesn't mean he'll throw food out from a nice place or turn down crashing in a nice place.]
You're awfully prepared tonight. Kinda suspicious. [droning but taunting all the same.]
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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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Date: 3/12/26 00:42 (UTC)Thinkin' about this, fuck, hot redhead, I s-saw earlier [He's not but it's become pretty clear this evening that the other thinks he's either sleeping with a haram of hookers or he's using Dabi as a place holder for someone else. Who, he has no idea. There's not really anyone he knows or works with that he's trying to get in the pants of. Sure there's people he likes, but no one he wants to sleep with.]
Fuck! [Dabi doesn't usually leave marks on his face, he supposes his comment earned that bite to his jaw that's gonna leave a hickey. No, don't stop! Come on!
[But Dabi's already pulling back and Hawks laments his rising orgasm the dark haired man's cock slips free. He shudders as he feels each piercing brush against him as they slide out and his body clenches on nothing. Hawks looks at him with exasperation as he pants and his orgasm recedes and he's left empty and aching.]
You are such a power top. [He ignores the warning and reaches for his cock.] Let me come, then I'll give you food, and after you fuck me again if you want.
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Date: 3/15/26 02:48 (UTC)Hotter than me? [jealousy? nah. only confirmation. hawks may have him in his mind right now, but once his dick's out of his ass and he's washing his spunk off his skin later, he knows he ain't gonna be the one hanging around the blonde's mind as he drifts off to sleep. what person would linger on someone like him? what person who valued life... is it petty and self-debasing? kinda, yeah. he has shitty coping mechanisms. hawks should know he's sleeping with a fucked-up piece of work by now.] Maybe I should pay 'em a visit.
[he sounds amused, quiet voice a bit tight from his own sensations and interest. listening to hawks cuss off the mark on his face earns the winged hero a lazy grin as he leans back in and runs his tongue over his newest emblem. saliva drags more than it should along his skin, leaving it shiny and messy from his jaw to his cheekbone.] Aw, ya sound so desperate. Was I really that good?
[he knows he is to hawks. hips dip once more, the head of his cock nudging at the man's greedy opening until he feels it clenching and sucking at him.] So fuckin eager, hero. You'd pull me in with your ass alone if ya could. [poking, nudging, prodding, barely letting himself stick back inside to the crown of his head before dipping out again. tormenting and taunting, hawks' slick fluids and his own precum glazing his piercings along the shaft's underside. blue eyes burn into desperate gold, watching his lust-blown pupils slowly edge back.] Ya wouldn't have me any other way.
[food sounds good. and another fuck. as if in silent compromise, he eases his grip on the hero's hand, finally freeing both arms to move... before reaching back and fisting both of hawks' wings' main bones just behind his shoulders. pinning both red-feathered appendages to the couch back and with a hard shove, slams his dick back home into the man's ass with a wet squelch.] Fuck, pretty bird. You're so tight, I can barely move.
[duh. he's manhandling those lovely red wings.]
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Date: 3/15/26 13:52 (UTC)When Dabi mentions paying the 'imaginary' person in his mind a visit he simply gives him a challenging smirk. Well, he tries to, he's not entirely sure he's able to manage it with the way he's being used. He wonders what Dabi would think if he knew there were nights Hawks did think about him. When he thinks about times like this. When he thinks about how part of him wishes things could be different.
And then there are times when he simply just doesn't think about anything. He doesn't know how to do relationships and he isn't allowed to have them regardless. He's a lap dog, and he knows it and accepts it. So he'll take what he can get when he can get it. Little bits of debasement that scratch an itch deep inside even if it's the man above him giving it to him. They're both broken men...why not be broken together like this too?
Pretty sure you're not their type, Firefly.
[But then Dabi's leaning back a bit more after sliding out and he hates it. He'd been so close. When Dabi leans back in to lick over the hickey on his jawline he thinks maybe he'll press back inside, but he doesn't. Instead he taunts him.]
No, it was awful. I was about to come my brains out just to make you stop sooner. [His tone is deadpan and his golden eyes hold a bit of a glare. His hand reaches for his own cock and he gives it a couple tugs before letting go again. He rocks his hips down as the others body dips again and he can feel his cock head nudging his hole. He knows he's eager. He's been eager since he'd begged the other to come over earlier. ]
Fuck me, Dabi. Please!
[His pinned hand is released and Hawks wastes no time in reaching out towards the other with both of his hands now to try and pull him back against him. But then Dabi's pressing in close again letting his cock tease in and out without actually filling him. Just as the older man slams back inside his hands find the base of Hawks wings and grips tightly. It makes his entire body lock up and his back arch as a scream of pure ecstasy leaves him. His head falls back, eyes closed tight as his cock twitches and he comes untouched between them. Hawks' hole clenches tightly around the other trying to pull him over the edge as well. To earn that rush of release he wants to feel spilling inside.
Part of him hopes Dabi's not there yet. He loves the overstimulation. Loves being worked past his release until the line between pain and pleasure is so blurred he can't tell which is which and it's all just sensation lighting him up. Likes being used until the voices in his head are quiet and he doesn't have to think about anything.]
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Date: 3/16/26 22:31 (UTC)if he knew hawks thought of him at night, he'd call him foolish, sick, and amusing. that he would choose to think of his half-wrecked face out of all those pretty heroes he rubs elbows with so often. surely he's got better faces to pick from. even got a cute little raven as a student. but he doesn't know these things, only assumes hawks has a better head on his shoulder than that, and remains in the muck of this world until their next meeting.]
Smart of 'em. [he shouldn't be anyone's type. hell, he wasn't even his father's type. and that monster created him. making hawks writhe and squirm like this, making him beg him for his dick, ticks all those pathetic little boxes inside his skin. being wanted, being needed, it's a sick feeling he never should experience in his life. yet he cobbles together fake moments where he can indulge in pretense. like sucking down a cigarette or pouring beer into his gullet. makes it all shut up for a little bit before everything burns again.]
Good thing I pulled out. [his voice dips in dry amusement. sarcasm's fun. along with that glare. muscles tense and he tempts the idea of slapping keigo's hand away from his dick. said not to touch himself before, didn't he? but the man pulls away soon enough.] Brat. [what a power move. just for defiance sake. all he had to do was give him a good beg and he'd-
good boy.]
Shit, ya horny slut. [he's practically sucking on his dick with his ass as good as his mouth. everything's gone so damn tight around his dick. crushing his skin with throbbing ribbons and desperate folds. all because he's fisting those pretty red wings. watching each writhe and buck on the couch as hawks all but thrashes below him, legs up and ass speared on his dick like a wanton whore getting reamed. all locked up and filling the room with his scream. does he have neighbors? probably not. they wouldn't leave him alone if they knew the number two hero was getting his brains fucked out next door.
his eyes lid in pleasure, breath leaving his lips in a hot ghost as the man seize up all around him.] Ngh! [so much for holding out. he really was right there on the edge! his head bows over hawks', bangs almost touching the other man's as his entire body pulls tight. ass spasming on his dick like a damn vice. he should've been able to hold out longer, but- ... a low grunt worms between his grit teeth, fingers tighten on hawks' wings, and he shoves inside to the base, balls slapping into the man's cheeks as he bottoms out to the root. heat builds up before spurting out in several heavy lines. pleasure, or the ghost of it, sweeps through his head, orgasm tugging at his chest and lungs in equal measure as his sight dances within his sockets. cumming hard and hot as he fills hawks' up with his slick spend.
too bad. he was already there despite that power play before. but... that doesn't mean he's gonna leave hawks' alone. not as he starts revving his wings ala motorcycle handles and rocking his hips and dick into his dripping ass.]
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Date: 3/17/26 00:46 (UTC)The brat comment earns him an eyebrow wiggle and a devilish smirk in return, well, before everything flies out the window along with his sanity and ability to stop from coming so hard he might have pulled a muscle somewhere]
Ngh, fuck... [He all but sobs when Dabi presses in harder until there's hardly any space at all between them. Then seconds later he feels the rush of heat filling him. It's so different to any one else he's ever fucked. Everything about Dabi is hotter than most, including this. Pulse after pulse fills him increasing he slide and easing the rough friction from before.
He expects the other to pull back afterwards, but he doesn't. Instead, those hands on his wings just keep gripping and twisting ever so slightly. It's enough to keep Hawks flying in the clouds and trembling beneath him. It's only made worse when Dabi rocks down into him, his still hard cock knocking at his prostate so soon after his orgasm sending a flood of 'too much' through him. It really is a good thing he doesn't have neighbors. Truly. They'd think someone was being murdered with the way he was screeching and moaning.]
Dabs....fuck, please. [He whines a little bit and his hands fumble at the others mismatched skin. He can't quite decide if he's trying to pull him in closer or push him away. He feels like he's careening off course. Like he's untethered and unable to right himself as he falls. He clings trying to ground himself as his head falls back and his eyes close. Another, smaller rush of release works through him and a few more ribbons of come join the mess on his stomach.]
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Date: 3/18/26 05:18 (UTC)but this isn't something hawks will learn about until later. he can contend with his thoughts then about whether he wants to give this monster attention, or think about accepting his flaws.
right now, he's more interested in wiping that smirk off the man's face. he's gotten far too cocky for someone getting railed into the back of his own couch. it feels good, both his own orgasm and the way hawks responds to his climax. head thrown back, wings splayed, legs tightening, breath caught, pumping his cum across his chest and stomach.]
Felt good, huh? [both hands keep at his wings, ignoring any potential feathers or down he plucks from his lower layer with those gripping twists. hips rock and gyrate, stirring his still-hard dick inside the other man. his stamina's pretty shit, and he's not strong like others, usually has to rest after his first orgasm. but sometimes, when he's really worked up, adrenaline's a bitch. flooding through his body, mixing with lingering arousal and a dominant streak flaring up as he pulls back just an inch before snapping back inside.]
Ya know... they say you can make a man come again right after he comes. [picking up his pace, fucking into hawks in a mixture of dominating fervor and aroused cruelty. he wants it to hurt as much as it feels good. wants to see hawks begging for relief despite wanting it even more. feeling him scrambling and pulling at his skin, legs kicking and wings beating as the hero's torn between trying to get away and wanting to keep going.
poor bird, stuck between his own dick and brain. one hand drops from a wing, abandoning it with mild reluctance... but only so he can seize his partner's dripping dick in his fist and pump him hard. jerking off quick and intense as he fucks into his already-stuffed ass over and over. his own cum leaking out around his dick as he drives hawks into the couch and manhandles his wing and penis with the same intensity as he's pounding into his ass.] C'mon... ya can give me more than that, pretty bird.
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Date: 3/19/26 00:38 (UTC)Dabi very nearly demands another orgasm from him. His touch to his wing and his cock along with the way his voice nearly drips with command while he calls him a pretty bird makes his brain short circuit and his entire body locks up again.
Words fail him and all he can release is a steady stream of bird song and sounds as he paints the space between them white once more. He pushes at Dabi even as his nails bite into the skin probably tugging at some staples. Definitely drawing blood.]
Guh...Dabs...too much, s'too much. [The words are broken up by more warbles and trills and even with the other between his thighs his body is trying to close them; trying to pull back from the sensations the other is giving him. Dabi is a bit more dominating tonight than he usually is and Hawks is here for it. He likes it. Likes playing the brat and pushing the buttons when he knows it's still going to end in fun. (Sometimes, even when it doesn't end in fun). But he's also just a man, and he knows another orgasm isn't going to happen without a moment to recover.]
Fuck, Firefly... [He pries a hand from the others side and reaches down to try and get his hand off his cock so he can get some manner of higher brain function back. He's not sure if he's going to be able to do it though.]
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Date: 3/20/26 03:48 (UTC)nails sink into his sides, one set punching into his clear flesh, the other digging into purple wrinkled wreck. as thighs clamp around his hips and struggle to hold on, he presses his assault even harder. timing his hand's jerking motions with his hips' hard thrusts. making sure he pounds into the man's prostate with every plunge. white oozes out around his dick from his previous climax, churning into a frothy mess that sticks to his balls and thighs. he's going to wreck this man and hawks is going to enjoy even second of it.
so tempting to seize his hand shut and stop him from coming right at the end... but he loosens his grip instead and impales the man to the base once more, cramming his head into hawks' prostate. blue eyes practically glow behind his black bangs, soaking up the way hawks arches and his muscles tighten almost painfully with every stream of emission wrenched from his unready body. doesn't care that his staples pull at his seams, that blood's starting to drip from where his grafts are separating, turning a few areas on his sides into a grizzly horror hint.]
Mmmm, that felt good, didn't it. [of course it did; it's painted all over hawks' stomach and chest again, stretched in his broken rough voice. slowly he eases his hand off his dick and begins pulling his hips back, fingers peeling from his semen-stained shaft and length dragging out of his over-stuffed hole. until both areas separate from hawks' skin with wet noises and a few lingering strands of white. no point in pushing for a third one when hawks can't handle it. doesn't know if anyone could... he certainly can't. didn't get a certain someone's refraction period.]
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Date: 3/21/26 11:58 (UTC)A shiver wracks his frame as the cooler air of his apartment hits his fuck warm skin and he has to fight the urge to pull Dabi back against him to chase it away. They don't cuddle after a fuck even if sometimes the blonde thinks it might be something he'd like to try.
He doesn't care about the mess as he slumps limply into the sofa beneath him and takes in the grizzly sight above him. Damn. He did a number on him this time. The skin stapled together on his face has parted a bit showing the muscle beneath. It's not actively bleeding but Hawks thinks it might start if it shifts more.
His sides are a different story. There's blood there. Some from where his nails broke skin and some where he'd pulled to hard tearing the skin grafts and pulling staples free. It's...a little gross but somewhat incredible. Especially since Dabi doesn't seem to feel it or to care all that much.]
Of course it felt good. After we catch our breath and eat something I imagine we could make it feel even better.
Hawks is coming to realize he really is a greedy lover. Since Dabi is the first repeat bed partner he's had, he's the only one that he's been around long enough to learn certain things. Since their first time Hawks has learned he can have more than two orgasms in a round, though that third one really does hurt. He's learned that he likes multiple rounds. He's learned he really likes it when a competent parter pushes his boundaries on certain things. He wouldn't let any random person on the street do the things he lets Dabi do. Part of him wonders why he lets the fire user do it; but that sort of thinking always takes him into territory he doesn't want to explore so he tries not to think about it.
He lets out a soft grunt and shifts his legs down. His hip pops again and he makes another small sound of surprise. It takes a moment after before he stands on wobbly legs and glances behind him. There's a mess of red down and smaller feathers on the sofa cushions beside them. Oh well, he'll clean it up later.
He moves past Dabi heading for his bathroom to clean himself up a bit. He doesn't bother covering his body up. If he has his way the'll have at least one more round before the other leaves for the night.
When he comes back through he grabs the food and returns. He starts spreading everything out on the coffee table and then plops down on a space of sofa that's not wrecked and winces. Ouch. He should have known better. Dabi took him raw without lube, he's sore, and he knows better than to sit like that right after.
Still, hunger wins out in the end. He opens one of the beers Dabi brought and then picks up a container and his chopsticks and tucks in.]
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Date: 3/23/26 20:27 (UTC)trying to rein his own short breath in, he eases a knee onto the couch and takes the weight off his feet. only then noticing the way hawks' sex-flushed eyes are staring at him. hmph, the way he's looking and jumping from place to place probably means his skin's starting to come undone. price to pay for his partner clawing at him along the seams. digging those damn nails of his into his flesh. good thing he can't feel pain or he'd probably be griping about the stings. nah, he doesn't care about that kinda crap. been living with his body falling apart for years now. he's shower off and do a bit of patch work and it'll be fine.]
Hoh? Ya ain't even off your afterglow and you're already planning on round two. Insatiable beast.
[heroes can be pretty crazy themselves. as hawks stands up, he swings his body around and flops on the couch beside the telltale damp patch and a few stray red feathers. arms spread out across its back, legs dropped half-open and gangly on the cushions, not at all bothering to cover up or even clean up at the moment. probably gonna get some blood on hawks' cough around his ribs, but the hero can clean that up later. gives him a good view of the hero padding away from him, drooling cum down his thighs and knees. might even drop a few on the floor... he'll point that out to him when he comes back, just to be an asshole. bones decouple in his neck as his head hits the couch back, eyes closing and body slowly coming down from his exertion. damn, really wore him out. as he told twice, he wasn't all that strong. and hawks is a greedy fuck buddy. probably would've gone for a third round if he gave him the chance.
he doesn't bother moving until the hero returns. with food. that perks his head off the couch, eyes wandering the splay spreading out in front of him. then pulls himself forward with a groan of bones and creaking muscles, skin tugging at his staples in a few places.] Heh. [a brief huff of amusement when hawks cringes upon sit down. what'd he think would happen? raw fuck without prep? worth it. and grabs a container before shoveling the contents into his mouth.
damn, he's hungrier than he thought.]
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Date: 3/24/26 00:47 (UTC)As he eats, Hawks focuses on the chicken he'd gotten and casually watches as Dabi starts in on the cold soba he'd ordered. He doesn't talk while he eats. Dabi doesn't usually tolerate to much small talk and he knows both of them are hungry. Dabi's practically a walking sign screaming 'feed me' with how bony he is.
Hawks makes sure to leave plenty of each item so Dabi can have his fill. When Hawks himself is full he sets his chopsticks down and leans back against the sofa. He's not cold anymore even though he's still naked and leaking all over the place. He'd wiped the worst away but well, that bit is a bit harder to clean. He's going to be leaking Dabi for a while, not that he minds that much.]
Do you have to hurry off after you finish eating?
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Date: 3/25/26 02:25 (UTC)no comment on the man getting him soba. even if it's kinda weird. did he tell him? he forgets. can't be a coincidence. slurping it up, he leans forward sharply, sucking a few noodles in before they can risk falling out. ironic he's more talkative during a fight, usually wielding his tongue to distract so he can cool off. talking while he eats feels strange. as if this is some kinda "normal" life people have.
plus it's good. and he's not so proud he'll dis free food.
hawks is lucky he didn't start in on it with his fingers. he swipes a few pieces of chicken sans chopsticks and crunches on them. does hawks get to eat like this every day? flush with cash and getting a popular hero discount. he wonders what the store owner would say if he knew his beloved number two was buying food for a villain...]
Hm? [his eyes linger to the side, studying the other man for a few seconds.] Depends. Whatcha offerin to keep me?
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Date: 3/25/26 23:25 (UTC)He doesn't care about the manners all that much. He honestly finds it a bit refreshing that Dabi's comfortable just existing at all like he is. He isn't naive enough to think the other is really relaxed, but still, he's here and that's something.
When he other asks what he's offering to keep him here, Hawks grins. He knows offering superficial things won't actually help in any way. Dabi won't care about a clean bed to sleep in or more food or a shower with hot water.]
Got a thumb drive full of info for your boss as well as the hero roster patrol rotations for the next two weeks.
Also might have some handcuffs in the bedroom we can use if you like for round two.
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Date: 3/27/26 01:04 (UTC)he leans back on the couch, tucking his feet up to the cushions and bending his knees to fold in on himself, keeping the soba pulled towards his chest like some weird creature guarding his food. chopsticks fall and rise in dipping bird rhythm, sucking down the noodles and broth, some larger bites some smaller. damn, how long's it been since he had some decent food like this? sitting over a sad steamy helping of cup soba from vending machines or 100 yen stores isn't the same as restaurant prepared... hawks got lucky with his choices. he wouldn't know.]
... [tempting offer. too tempting in some regards. he expected a cheeky comment about soft bed and good company, not a dip back into their usual shady business trades. hawks isn't entirely wrong about superficial stuff, but he can be a material creature when he's in the mood. just cause he's used to the slums of the world doesn't mean he'll throw food out from a nice place or turn down crashing in a nice place.]
You're awfully prepared tonight. Kinda suspicious. [droning but taunting all the same.]
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