[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.
[He'd seen him move and allows him to take the feather he plucks thus keeping the connection to it. When Dabi places it between their lips forcing a kiss around it Hawks shudders because he can feel the feedback from the action.]
You're a menace. [But there's a hint of playful and fond exasperation in the tone.
And of course he's okay sleeping next to the villain. They're working together after all, right? He wants to fully join the league and it's a pretty good show of trust, isn't it?
He groans as he sinks down. Each rung of that ladder piercing pulls a small sound from him as it pops in and soon he's taken the other down to the root once more.]
Never claimed to be anything else about this, Firefly. You got a good dick and it hits all the right spots. [He sits up and a trill leaves him as gravity pulls him down just a bit more seating Dabi deep inside. He grins down at him and smirks and tenses his thighs as he intends to start riding him unless Dabi stops him from doing that like he did the kiss earlier]
[double feedback, hm? keeping his eyes locked onto those golden irises above him, he opens his mouth and slowly runs his tongue across the feather's quill. hot breath ghosts around slick muscle, tracing across the hollow line. just to see what kind of face he'll make since he was all shudders simply kissing around it.]
Oy. Don't be rude. [as if he's one to talk about rudeness, deliberately taunting the other man and making a trial of a simple kiss. unluckily for hawks, he has no intention of trusting anyone. sleeping beside the man? maybe he'll lie awake and let his mind do bad stuff through the night, take some time to enjoy soft blankets on his skin and the sound of someone's breathing rising and falling rhythmic beside him.
one pop after another demarcates where his dick's sliding further into hawks' clenching ass. until the last one's inside and his heat swallows down to his base. balls pressing flush to hawks' ass, he gives a lazy buck upward with his hips, bouncing the man on his lap.] Oh yeah? Best one ya ever had?
[what flattery. he releases hawks from the kiss as the hero sits up, settling more on his on back in the process. tension ripples around his member with each rolling clench from the man above him, wet and tight refusing to let him breathe for a damn second. nah, he's more than welcome to go for a ride and let him lie here like a lazy ass.]
[Hawks can feel the way the others tongue traces over the feather in his grip. It sends a shudder through him, makes his body clench around nothing. A breathless sound escapes him. This sort of thing doesn't work with just any feather. Only one's still connected to his consciousness can pull this sort of thing from him. He could ignore it if he needed to. He's had training with this. That had been mortifying and also isn't something he wishes to think about right now. Right now he's more than willing to allow Dabi to do nearly anything he wants to him.
He can't stop the way a breathy laugh leaves him as he begins to rock atop the other slowly building up a pace that pleases them both.]
You're the king of being rude and yet you're gonna tell me not to do it. [He places a hand on the others chest and leans over him a bit changing the angle and groaning when the shaft inside brushes over his prostate just right]
Certainly top five. [He's not going to tell him he's the best, Dabi's head is big enough as it is]
[if hawks can feel so much with one feather, wonder what sorts of faces he'll make if he uses the feather in other areas? he grits his teeth slightly as the man clenches around him, threatening to squeeze his dick off his hips at this rate. it makes him throb inside the hero's spasming tunnel, precum leaking out and smearing across his slick walls.
could be a nice guy and leave him alone... or he could slowly trace the feather down hawks' chest, flicking the tip across his nipples a few times before circling the sensitive nubs one after the other. making sure the feather end is doing most prominent "damage" to his chest. all the while pinching and rolling the thicker quill end between his fingers.
anything he wants, hm? does lying here and letting hawks do the majority of the work count? blue eyes wander from his face to his torso to his dick, taking in all hawks' little reactions as he impales himself on his dick and struggles to keep himself up and talking through the continued stimulation.]
Uh-huh. [gonna tell him not to do it because he's an asshole. feather down again, tracing the curve of hawks' diaphragm before slipping between the grooves of his toned abs. deliberately staying near the top so he doesn't risk a brush against the hero's bouncing dick a few inches below. his chest tenses as hands plaster to his scorched pectorals, a low "oof" huffing past his lips.]
Guess that means I'm gonna have to try harder... [he's too lazy to try harder.]
[Hawks lets out a breathy sound when Dabi drags his feather down his sternum and then across to tease at his nipples. He trembles and his pace falters as the feedback registers and he loses focus for a moment. This is another reason for no repeat bed partners. They can't learn all his tells and spots when it's a one off.
He rocks over the other savoring the drag of those piercings along his walls. It feels amazing but that's also something he'll keep to himself for right now.]
Guh, fuck...Dabs..
[The words are punched out of him when that feather abandons his nipples to trace down further. It's a tease, a perfect torment as it makes his muscles jump due to being slightly ticklish there. His wings flare behind him as his pace quickens as he rides Dabi's hard shaft doing his best to keep the angle where it nails his prostate on every thrust.]
Aiming for top spot? [He asks through pants as he glances down at him. His cheeks are flushed, hair a mess as he moves. He doesn't care. It feels too good to care.
[heh, thought so. hard to keep his focus when he's getting it torn between two active stimulation. a much "harder" feeling of his dick ravaging hawks' ass with each bouncing pace, versus "softer" touches feathering across his skin. he wonders which one the man likes more, getting manhandled as if he means nothing, or being cradled as if he's worth something to someone. tempting to write filthy words on hawks' chest with his feather...
instead, he ends up dropping the quill lower and waving it back and forth across the hero's oozing cock head. trying to "chase" his bobbing tip as it bounds between their stomachs, "accidentally" stroking his shaft's sides in the process.]
"Dabs"? [his throat rumbles around a low chuckle.] You get pretty cute when you're strugglin to think. [up and down his shaft, tickling beneath along his underside, tapping lazy whips across his head as the feather begins taking a glossy coating a precum onto itself. his eyes lift as hawks' wings flare, noting their impressive splay. each one of those a deadly tricky tool in his proverbial hands.]
Nah. I ain't that kinda quality. [he sinks his head back in the blankets, peering up at hawks with one eye hidden beneath the choppy veil of black bangs. legs bracing slightly, he bucks upward, starting to actively thrust into the man's clenching ass.] Not yet; I'm enjoyin this.
[Hawks has done this to himself before. Teased his body with his feathers, but it's so different when he's not the one in control of it. Sure he could try and mentally pull the feather from Dabi or physically pull it away but he actually kind of enjoys the dual sensations warring through his body for attention. He doesn't get things like this and he's feeling a bit greedy with keeping it as long as he can.
The feather gets dragged down further and then brushes over his cock head and he screeches again. His hips jolt and his head falls back as his eyes roll.]
Shit! [His curse leaves in a rush and while the others taunting words register he really can't gather the mental acuity needed to reply.
The vanes of his feather brush up and down the sides of his twitching cock and he can feel the way precome coats it. It's odd, but not unpleasant. It's a sensation he has a hard time explaining because he doesn't 'feel' the wetness so much as sense that it's there. It's not the same as when it's on his skin.
He's not looking at the other when he says he's enjoying this and therefore he's not really prepared for the way Dabi braces his legs and rocks up into him as Hawks rocks down.]
Fuck!!! [One hand reaches back to brace on Dabi's thigh as his own pace increases and he begins to rock faster over him as the pleasure increases. His thighs tremble and his pace is a bit disjointed due to the pleasure assaulting him from multiple angles, but he wouldn't trade a second of it for anything.]
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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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Date: 3/29/26 20:51 (UTC)You're a menace. [But there's a hint of playful and fond exasperation in the tone.
And of course he's okay sleeping next to the villain. They're working together after all, right? He wants to fully join the league and it's a pretty good show of trust, isn't it?
He groans as he sinks down. Each rung of that ladder piercing pulls a small sound from him as it pops in and soon he's taken the other down to the root once more.]
Never claimed to be anything else about this, Firefly. You got a good dick and it hits all the right spots. [He sits up and a trill leaves him as gravity pulls him down just a bit more seating Dabi deep inside. He grins down at him and smirks and tenses his thighs as he intends to start riding him unless Dabi stops him from doing that like he did the kiss earlier]
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Date: 3/30/26 02:41 (UTC)Oy. Don't be rude. [as if he's one to talk about rudeness, deliberately taunting the other man and making a trial of a simple kiss. unluckily for hawks, he has no intention of trusting anyone. sleeping beside the man? maybe he'll lie awake and let his mind do bad stuff through the night, take some time to enjoy soft blankets on his skin and the sound of someone's breathing rising and falling rhythmic beside him.
one pop after another demarcates where his dick's sliding further into hawks' clenching ass. until the last one's inside and his heat swallows down to his base. balls pressing flush to hawks' ass, he gives a lazy buck upward with his hips, bouncing the man on his lap.] Oh yeah? Best one ya ever had?
[what flattery. he releases hawks from the kiss as the hero sits up, settling more on his on back in the process. tension ripples around his member with each rolling clench from the man above him, wet and tight refusing to let him breathe for a damn second. nah, he's more than welcome to go for a ride and let him lie here like a lazy ass.]
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Date: 3/30/26 12:40 (UTC)He can't stop the way a breathy laugh leaves him as he begins to rock atop the other slowly building up a pace that pleases them both.]
You're the king of being rude and yet you're gonna tell me not to do it. [He places a hand on the others chest and leans over him a bit changing the angle and groaning when the shaft inside brushes over his prostate just right]
Certainly top five. [He's not going to tell him he's the best, Dabi's head is big enough as it is]
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Date: 3/31/26 03:34 (UTC)could be a nice guy and leave him alone... or he could slowly trace the feather down hawks' chest, flicking the tip across his nipples a few times before circling the sensitive nubs one after the other. making sure the feather end is doing most prominent "damage" to his chest. all the while pinching and rolling the thicker quill end between his fingers.
anything he wants, hm? does lying here and letting hawks do the majority of the work count? blue eyes wander from his face to his torso to his dick, taking in all hawks' little reactions as he impales himself on his dick and struggles to keep himself up and talking through the continued stimulation.]
Uh-huh. [gonna tell him not to do it because he's an asshole. feather down again, tracing the curve of hawks' diaphragm before slipping between the grooves of his toned abs. deliberately staying near the top so he doesn't risk a brush against the hero's bouncing dick a few inches below. his chest tenses as hands plaster to his scorched pectorals, a low "oof" huffing past his lips.]
Guess that means I'm gonna have to try harder... [he's too lazy to try harder.]
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Date: 3/31/26 14:27 (UTC)He rocks over the other savoring the drag of those piercings along his walls. It feels amazing but that's also something he'll keep to himself for right now.]
Guh, fuck...Dabs..
[The words are punched out of him when that feather abandons his nipples to trace down further. It's a tease, a perfect torment as it makes his muscles jump due to being slightly ticklish there. His wings flare behind him as his pace quickens as he rides Dabi's hard shaft doing his best to keep the angle where it nails his prostate on every thrust.]
Aiming for top spot? [He asks through pants as he glances down at him. His cheeks are flushed, hair a mess as he moves. He doesn't care. It feels too good to care.
Wanna ruin me?
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Date: 4/1/26 00:09 (UTC)instead, he ends up dropping the quill lower and waving it back and forth across the hero's oozing cock head. trying to "chase" his bobbing tip as it bounds between their stomachs, "accidentally" stroking his shaft's sides in the process.]
"Dabs"? [his throat rumbles around a low chuckle.] You get pretty cute when you're strugglin to think. [up and down his shaft, tickling beneath along his underside, tapping lazy whips across his head as the feather begins taking a glossy coating a precum onto itself. his eyes lift as hawks' wings flare, noting their impressive splay. each one of those a deadly tricky tool in his proverbial hands.]
Nah. I ain't that kinda quality. [he sinks his head back in the blankets, peering up at hawks with one eye hidden beneath the choppy veil of black bangs. legs bracing slightly, he bucks upward, starting to actively thrust into the man's clenching ass.] Not yet; I'm enjoyin this.
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Date: 4/1/26 13:58 (UTC)The feather gets dragged down further and then brushes over his cock head and he screeches again. His hips jolt and his head falls back as his eyes roll.]
Shit! [His curse leaves in a rush and while the others taunting words register he really can't gather the mental acuity needed to reply.
The vanes of his feather brush up and down the sides of his twitching cock and he can feel the way precome coats it. It's odd, but not unpleasant. It's a sensation he has a hard time explaining because he doesn't 'feel' the wetness so much as sense that it's there. It's not the same as when it's on his skin.
He's not looking at the other when he says he's enjoying this and therefore he's not really prepared for the way Dabi braces his legs and rocks up into him as Hawks rocks down.]
Fuck!!! [One hand reaches back to brace on Dabi's thigh as his own pace increases and he begins to rock faster over him as the pleasure increases. His thighs tremble and his pace is a bit disjointed due to the pleasure assaulting him from multiple angles, but he wouldn't trade a second of it for anything.]
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