[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.]
I'm a greedy, greedy bird as we've established. This is 100% a booty call that also included free food and a bed for you to sleep in. But I'm not stupid enough to think that's enough to convince you to possibly stick around a little longer so I made sure to have a little something extra just hoping it worked out.
[He finishes his beer and reaches for another even as he shifts a bit on the cushions. He's had what he wants to eat and he's more than willing to let Dabi have the rest of it if he wants it.]
I mean if me offering you food and lodging worked as a way to get you to stick around I feel like it would have worked before now. Had to think outside the box.
[Hawks is aware how dumb every single minute of this is. He's aware that this is a stupid choice on his part. He also is aware that he's not going to stop doing it. The other can think whatever he wants about the number two hero and he's not going to try and correct him. He's not interested in anyone else at the moment, not sexually anyway. He's not here for a relationship. Not here for feelings. He's here for excellent dick and someone willing to tease his little masochistic streak. Dabi hits all those buttons. The fact that he's also a mission focus is a rather annoying factor he tries to ignore at moments like these.
He needs the other to trust him. To let him in and let him closer. If this helps accomplish that then it's like hitting two birds with one stone, no pun intended.]
Careful. Ya gonna make me feel special. [he isn't sure whether he's amused by hawks' preparation or annoyed he put so much thought into it. as if this hero knows how he thinks. some part of him tempts instantly to reject his offer, knowing he'd disappoint the man on purpose. hard work burnt and left in his wake. why hawks wants to spend so much time with him is a mystery. he's got plenty others who'd love to sleep over. heroes, co-workers, agency interns.
can't account for some people's shit tastes. he finishes his soba and sets the container on the coffee table, shoulder popping from the stretch before swiping the remains of chicken and whatever else stakes out in condensated styrofoam and paper containers. could've chugged beer for the night, but hawks picked something annoyingly tasty.]
Damn, you even prepared a speech explainin yourself. Tryin to excuse someone? [as if hawks has to verify his own mind on why he set up food and data for his catch. it's amusing to see how much he's conflicted over his attraction and actions. being nice to the man he's supposed to be exploiting or killing for the sake of his hero friends and their adoring public. hawks should be galled and disgusted at having to content with his murdering ass. but instead, he's practically smitten. pretty sure his handlers aren't aware how deep their pretty bird's gotten himself in...]
Guess it wouldn't hurt to hang out for a while. Ya keep me entertained. [he'll give hawks that.]
[Hawks snorts into his beer when Dabi mentions feeling special. Yeah, that's not what he's aiming for at all. But if it makes him stay for round two then he guesses his plot worked and he can't be too upset about it. He notes what the other ate and files it away as options to get for next time. Because there will hopefully be a next time.]
No excuses, I'm an open book. Booty call with perks for you is all this is. [Lies, it's more than that to the bird but he's not going to admit that at all. Admitting it means failing and that's not really an option he's allowed to have.]
Glad to hear it! [He says when the other says he'll stick around for a while. Now that they've finished eating he kind of wants to crawl back into his lap and go from there but instead he stands up and stretches both his wings and his arms. Then he glances down at Dabi with a quirked eyebrow.]
Come on, Firefly. I wanna see what sort of sounds you can make me give next.
[he figured. he's only had one person try to make him feel special before, then quickly realized he was anything but. unlike hawks, who had an entire government decide he was special enough to focus on. groomed to be hero, given all the trappings, the public praised him, even capturing the focus of the number one hero in japan. and here he sits, in an bare-bones apartment with a villain at his side. makes a man question what his true game is... not a materialistic person, huh.]
Sure ya are. [an "open book" says the man wearing a mask. his tone drops to dull wry, not at all hiding his disbelief at hawks' claim. all lies. even this plea to come fuck him has its ulterior motives. crunching down the last piece of chicken, his throat dips with a swallow, purple skin shifting along his voicebox and cords.]
Haven't heard someone be that excited about my presence in a long time. [practically a kid in a candy store, all smiles with hands together. hawks stands up and he remains on the couch, watching the man's back as his wings stretch and his spine flexes along with his arms. there's a lot on his mind and he doesn't wanna think about any of it. but shutting his brain off isn't an option around someone like hawks. trusting a traitor with anything is a fool's game.]
Huh? I ain't the one makin all the noise, pretty bird. [but he unfurls his long legs and stands up, muscles pulling beneath his staples and scars as his knees pop. calves feel good stretching out after being curled for a few minutes.]
Oh come on, I'm sure someone other than little old me is excited to see you! [He has no idea but if that's the case that's awful sad. He knows what that feels like.
He takes the others hand and leads him through to the bedroom where he attempts to pull him in for a hungry kiss. He walks backwards leading him over to the bed and smirks softly.]
Can I ride you this time? [He likes being on top as much as he likes being plowed into the mattress. He's not opposed to whatever Dabi wants so long as it ends with a dick in his ass and a mind shattering orgasm.
His bed is different in this home than the other. It's larger. More plush. There's a lot of pillows and blankets and it may or may not resemble a loose shape of a nest. He's never had anyone in this bed other than himself before. But that's not something the other would care about and it isn't something Hawks voices out loud because it's too close to meaning something and he knows that can't happen. This can't mean anything. It's scratching an itch. That's all.]
Orgasm record is four, I've already had two. Wanna see if we can make it five?
A lotta people'd love to see me locked up or executed. [excited? maybe. he knows at least several families want revenge for him killing their loved one. others were gutter trash like him; no one cared when he burnt common criminals to black bones. but some random hero guarding a yakuza transport? everyone was so ready to call him a monster.
he lets hawks pull him along, feeling an odd sense of curiosity and annoyance at getting pulled behind him like some kind of small child. hawks is lucky he ends it with a kiss; would've tugged free in another second. teeth nip at the man's lower lip, biting hard enough to spark pain and remind him he's not dealing with one of his little hero buddies.]
Maybe. Gonna make a pretty picture for me doin it? [considering hawks is always a pretty pictures, his question's nothing but sarcastic taunting as he scans over the bed. a different scene than his spartan couch. he eyes a collection of blankets and pillows gathered around in a suggested swirl, funneling towards an obvious center. not something you lay and stretch out in, but rather curl up and tuck inside.]
Takin me into ya next, raptor? [does that make him hawks' prey? he sinks down on the bed, ass hitting mattress and sheets before scooting back across its surface. deliberately breaking the "wall" of his rummaged nesting and flopping on his back with his head hitting the pillow. probably gonna smell like burnt skin and cigarette smoke when they're done.
he sends the man a wry look.]
Gonna have to give me some time to rest between; I ain't that strong.
[Those teeth on his already bruised lip pulls a groan of pain from him. If Dabi bites any harder Hawks will need stitches. He grunts and his nails bite into his forearms even as they shift closer to the bed.
He doesn't care that the other messes it up. He'd expected as much. Honestly he was surprised to find it intact in the first place after realizing the other had been in his apartment earlier in the day. The fact it's going to smell like them after this is only going to allow Hawks to sleep better for a few days. But no one needs to know that. No one. He's not even going to consciously think about it himself.]
Come into my web said the spider to the fly [He gives him a wicked sort of grin as he follows Dabi down and straddles his hips. He smirks down at him and reaches down to take the others cock in hand and stroke over him slowly hoping to work him back to an erection]
I got tools you can use if you need 'em. While your cock is perfect it doesn't have to be the only thing getting me off.
[tempting. what would people think if hawks arrived at the hospital with his lip in need of sutures? they'd ask questions and he'd have to make up something. couldn't say he'd been making out with one of japan's most wanted villains...]
Tch- [he spares hawks' lip and in exchange, gets his forearms clawed up by those talons. sinking into his scarred flesh, tugging a bit at the wrinkles skin. another partner might hiss or complain; he feels nothing. only a numb pressure as blood wells around a few tiny pricks. smeared across his skin as he sinks down on the bed and rests his arms behind his skull. nah, he didn't ransack hawks' bed while he was rummaging around earlier. (his dresser and closet, yeah.) most people don't keep important things under their pillows.]
Cute. Gonna tell me which one's the fly? [hawks invited him into his apartment after all, and enticed him to stay longer than he might've. legs sink over his waist and fit around his hip as the man mounts him and settles above his lap. blue eyes lid halfway, lips parting in a low exhale as hawks takes hold of his dick. gonna need several seconds to bring him to full arousal again. deadened nerves do that.]
Gonna make me use a buncha tools? [a low groan of annoyance, as if he's being asked to take out the garbage.] What a slave driver.
[He could make up a plausible story if he needed too. Considering it's the middle of his lip it could even be possible he'd bitten his own due to an accident. But he's not really thinking about that right now. No one needs to know about them. Not the League, the Commission. No one. This is his. Keigo's. Something he's taking for himself.
He watches Dabi relax into his bed with his arms behind his head. He strokes Dabi's cock unhurriedly and not concerned about how long it takes to get him hard. They've done this enough that he knows how long it takes. Not everyone can be as fast as he is.]
I think it's more fun if I don't. [He leans in and kisses him again. It's hungry and demanding even as the other complains about the possibility of needing toys to fully sate his current bedmate.]
If you're too tired to keep me entertained I'm more than able to take care of myself, Hot Stuff. But you've never struck me as the type of guy to not finish a job you've started. Suppose I could be wrong though. [He stops stroking the other when his cock is hard again]
If you're feeling a little overworked allow me to take some of the burden away. [He slicks his hand in lube before the other can stop him and then he shifts and begins to sink down on the others cock with a long drawn out moan.]
[he doesn't need to leave marks on hawks, could keep his hands and teeth to himself, pump his ass full of cum, and walk out the door while the hero deals with a stiff limp the next day. but it's more entertaining this way, knowing he'll have to be careful if he takes off his shirt, if someone looks too closely at his lips or jaw. he has nothing to lose if someone finds out he's been fucking with japan's number two hero. hawks, on the other hand...
slowly rising to the man's touches, his dick hardens in hawks' hand, rung piercings pulling his skin taut along the underside. a brief sensation of tension tugging at his tissue beneath, semblance of feeling something again. tugging one hand free from his head, he reaches out and abruptly snatches one of the man's feathers, plucking a long red one from the outer tier of his wing.]
Baka. We both know the answer. [a moth to a flame. and deftly inserts the feather between his mouth and hawks', blue eyes watching gold above the crimson barrier pressing to both their lips. being a pain in the ass because he wants to, wanting to see how the man reacts to the denial. frustrated, amused, irked, nonchalant.]
Most of my jobs don't take me hours. [as far as he's concerned, getting hawks off once and filching some free food for his troubles is a job well done coming here. anything extra's just that: extra. but now he's potentially getting a nice bed and easy night too. isn't hawks concerned about curling up and sleeping beside someone who doesn't give two shits about killing him? the man's promising to be a thorn in their side later. could eradicate him now. but he's valuable too.
his attention breaks from his mind as hawks promptly mounts him, lines his dick with his ass, and starts impaling himself on his cock. he grabs onto the man's hips, lips half-torqued in a grin as one piercing after another pops through the hero's fluttering rim.] Greedy bastard. You were barely holdin back out there.
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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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Date: 3/27/26 01:28 (UTC)[He finishes his beer and reaches for another even as he shifts a bit on the cushions. He's had what he wants to eat and he's more than willing to let Dabi have the rest of it if he wants it.]
I mean if me offering you food and lodging worked as a way to get you to stick around I feel like it would have worked before now. Had to think outside the box.
[Hawks is aware how dumb every single minute of this is. He's aware that this is a stupid choice on his part. He also is aware that he's not going to stop doing it. The other can think whatever he wants about the number two hero and he's not going to try and correct him. He's not interested in anyone else at the moment, not sexually anyway. He's not here for a relationship. Not here for feelings. He's here for excellent dick and someone willing to tease his little masochistic streak. Dabi hits all those buttons. The fact that he's also a mission focus is a rather annoying factor he tries to ignore at moments like these.
He needs the other to trust him. To let him in and let him closer. If this helps accomplish that then it's like hitting two birds with one stone, no pun intended.]
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Date: 3/27/26 04:12 (UTC)can't account for some people's shit tastes. he finishes his soba and sets the container on the coffee table, shoulder popping from the stretch before swiping the remains of chicken and whatever else stakes out in condensated styrofoam and paper containers. could've chugged beer for the night, but hawks picked something annoyingly tasty.]
Damn, you even prepared a speech explainin yourself. Tryin to excuse someone? [as if hawks has to verify his own mind on why he set up food and data for his catch. it's amusing to see how much he's conflicted over his attraction and actions. being nice to the man he's supposed to be exploiting or killing for the sake of his hero friends and their adoring public. hawks should be galled and disgusted at having to content with his murdering ass. but instead, he's practically smitten. pretty sure his handlers aren't aware how deep their pretty bird's gotten himself in...]
Guess it wouldn't hurt to hang out for a while. Ya keep me entertained. [he'll give hawks that.]
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Date: 3/27/26 11:16 (UTC)No excuses, I'm an open book. Booty call with perks for you is all this is. [Lies, it's more than that to the bird but he's not going to admit that at all. Admitting it means failing and that's not really an option he's allowed to have.]
Glad to hear it! [He says when the other says he'll stick around for a while. Now that they've finished eating he kind of wants to crawl back into his lap and go from there but instead he stands up and stretches both his wings and his arms. Then he glances down at Dabi with a quirked eyebrow.]
Come on, Firefly. I wanna see what sort of sounds you can make me give next.
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Date: 3/28/26 02:35 (UTC)Sure ya are. [an "open book" says the man wearing a mask. his tone drops to dull wry, not at all hiding his disbelief at hawks' claim. all lies. even this plea to come fuck him has its ulterior motives. crunching down the last piece of chicken, his throat dips with a swallow, purple skin shifting along his voicebox and cords.]
Haven't heard someone be that excited about my presence in a long time. [practically a kid in a candy store, all smiles with hands together. hawks stands up and he remains on the couch, watching the man's back as his wings stretch and his spine flexes along with his arms. there's a lot on his mind and he doesn't wanna think about any of it. but shutting his brain off isn't an option around someone like hawks. trusting a traitor with anything is a fool's game.]
Huh? I ain't the one makin all the noise, pretty bird. [but he unfurls his long legs and stands up, muscles pulling beneath his staples and scars as his knees pop. calves feel good stretching out after being curled for a few minutes.]
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Date: 3/28/26 13:53 (UTC)He takes the others hand and leads him through to the bedroom where he attempts to pull him in for a hungry kiss. He walks backwards leading him over to the bed and smirks softly.]
Can I ride you this time? [He likes being on top as much as he likes being plowed into the mattress. He's not opposed to whatever Dabi wants so long as it ends with a dick in his ass and a mind shattering orgasm.
His bed is different in this home than the other. It's larger. More plush. There's a lot of pillows and blankets and it may or may not resemble a loose shape of a nest. He's never had anyone in this bed other than himself before. But that's not something the other would care about and it isn't something Hawks voices out loud because it's too close to meaning something and he knows that can't happen. This can't mean anything. It's scratching an itch. That's all.]
Orgasm record is four, I've already had two. Wanna see if we can make it five?
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Date: 3/28/26 23:12 (UTC)he lets hawks pull him along, feeling an odd sense of curiosity and annoyance at getting pulled behind him like some kind of small child. hawks is lucky he ends it with a kiss; would've tugged free in another second. teeth nip at the man's lower lip, biting hard enough to spark pain and remind him he's not dealing with one of his little hero buddies.]
Maybe. Gonna make a pretty picture for me doin it? [considering hawks is always a pretty pictures, his question's nothing but sarcastic taunting as he scans over the bed. a different scene than his spartan couch. he eyes a collection of blankets and pillows gathered around in a suggested swirl, funneling towards an obvious center. not something you lay and stretch out in, but rather curl up and tuck inside.]
Takin me into ya next, raptor? [does that make him hawks' prey? he sinks down on the bed, ass hitting mattress and sheets before scooting back across its surface. deliberately breaking the "wall" of his rummaged nesting and flopping on his back with his head hitting the pillow. probably gonna smell like burnt skin and cigarette smoke when they're done.
he sends the man a wry look.]
Gonna have to give me some time to rest between; I ain't that strong.
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Date: 3/29/26 00:00 (UTC)He doesn't care that the other messes it up. He'd expected as much. Honestly he was surprised to find it intact in the first place after realizing the other had been in his apartment earlier in the day. The fact it's going to smell like them after this is only going to allow Hawks to sleep better for a few days. But no one needs to know that. No one. He's not even going to consciously think about it himself.]
Come into my web said the spider to the fly [He gives him a wicked sort of grin as he follows Dabi down and straddles his hips. He smirks down at him and reaches down to take the others cock in hand and stroke over him slowly hoping to work him back to an erection]
I got tools you can use if you need 'em. While your cock is perfect it doesn't have to be the only thing getting me off.
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Date: 3/29/26 03:57 (UTC)Tch- [he spares hawks' lip and in exchange, gets his forearms clawed up by those talons. sinking into his scarred flesh, tugging a bit at the wrinkles skin. another partner might hiss or complain; he feels nothing. only a numb pressure as blood wells around a few tiny pricks. smeared across his skin as he sinks down on the bed and rests his arms behind his skull. nah, he didn't ransack hawks' bed while he was rummaging around earlier. (his dresser and closet, yeah.) most people don't keep important things under their pillows.]
Cute. Gonna tell me which one's the fly? [hawks invited him into his apartment after all, and enticed him to stay longer than he might've. legs sink over his waist and fit around his hip as the man mounts him and settles above his lap. blue eyes lid halfway, lips parting in a low exhale as hawks takes hold of his dick. gonna need several seconds to bring him to full arousal again. deadened nerves do that.]
Gonna make me use a buncha tools? [a low groan of annoyance, as if he's being asked to take out the garbage.] What a slave driver.
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Date: 3/29/26 11:39 (UTC)He watches Dabi relax into his bed with his arms behind his head. He strokes Dabi's cock unhurriedly and not concerned about how long it takes to get him hard. They've done this enough that he knows how long it takes. Not everyone can be as fast as he is.]
I think it's more fun if I don't. [He leans in and kisses him again. It's hungry and demanding even as the other complains about the possibility of needing toys to fully sate his current bedmate.]
If you're too tired to keep me entertained I'm more than able to take care of myself, Hot Stuff. But you've never struck me as the type of guy to not finish a job you've started. Suppose I could be wrong though. [He stops stroking the other when his cock is hard again]
If you're feeling a little overworked allow me to take some of the burden away. [He slicks his hand in lube before the other can stop him and then he shifts and begins to sink down on the others cock with a long drawn out moan.]
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Date: 3/29/26 20:08 (UTC)slowly rising to the man's touches, his dick hardens in hawks' hand, rung piercings pulling his skin taut along the underside. a brief sensation of tension tugging at his tissue beneath, semblance of feeling something again. tugging one hand free from his head, he reaches out and abruptly snatches one of the man's feathers, plucking a long red one from the outer tier of his wing.]
Baka. We both know the answer. [a moth to a flame. and deftly inserts the feather between his mouth and hawks', blue eyes watching gold above the crimson barrier pressing to both their lips. being a pain in the ass because he wants to, wanting to see how the man reacts to the denial. frustrated, amused, irked, nonchalant.]
Most of my jobs don't take me hours. [as far as he's concerned, getting hawks off once and filching some free food for his troubles is a job well done coming here. anything extra's just that: extra. but now he's potentially getting a nice bed and easy night too. isn't hawks concerned about curling up and sleeping beside someone who doesn't give two shits about killing him? the man's promising to be a thorn in their side later. could eradicate him now. but he's valuable too.
his attention breaks from his mind as hawks promptly mounts him, lines his dick with his ass, and starts impaling himself on his cock. he grabs onto the man's hips, lips half-torqued in a grin as one piercing after another pops through the hero's fluttering rim.] Greedy bastard. You were barely holdin back out there.
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