[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.]
[he's not surprised hawks used his own quirk for self indulgence. probably took a few nude flights during the night, played with himself up in the sky in free fall, enjoying his body in ways few can. but he knew every touch, knew where he'd be pressing next. a far different feelings than having his body at the mercy of someone else. hawks has no business taking his feather; he'd burn it before the man got it out of his fingers. besides, hawks likes it.]
Mmm, that one got ya real loud, birdie. [is it cruel to wind the feather over hawks' cock again? wiping precum-slick vanes along his sensitive glans, chasing down his dick when it instinctively bounces away from the touch amid a backdrop of clenching abdominal wall. he clicks his tongue in amusement and annoyance, then wraps his fingers around hawks' dick, capturing it at the base in a jutting point away from the hero's groin.] Hold still...
[this one takes focus. pressing his thumb against the man's underside, the nub of a blunt broken nail digging at his skin, he keeps his dick arrested and lowers the feather to hawks' tip. turned on its side, the sleek red edge presses into his slit and divides either lip from each other. a tiny little hole compared to his mouth and ass, but just as sensitive. which he begins tormenting with lazy sawing motions back and forth, deliberately trying to tear hawks' attention away from getting fucked. even when he takes the same moment to slam up into his ass.]
Too much? [his expression lights up when hawks throws his head back and yells into the air. taut thighs pull in a light strain as he braces on the bed, hips slamming up into the man's ass with steady, hard impacts. completely wrecks his attempts at hawks' dick with the feather, but he'll settle soon enough and try again.]
[Yes, it's horribly cruel and Dabi should keep doing it because it's making Hawks feel like his brains are leaking out of his ears. It's so much already that when Dabi's hand takes his cock and demands he hold still he does. He shudders as his hips stop moving and he tries to catch his breath. But then Dabi surprises him by essentially using his feather to torment between his cock slit and it's entirely too much. He wails again and can't stop the way his body responds.
His cock jumps and pulses in the others hand while the jolting thrusts from Dabi's own hips spur his own back into motion. He can tell Dabi is annoyed that he's not holding still but he'd challenge anyone to remain still when feeling something like that.]
Fuck...'s so good...
[He hates that Dabi's been able to play him so expertly. That his aim is so good and his ability to tease and torment is so exceptional. Hawks doesn't think he's going to be able to last much longer, not with the way the other is using his feather to pleasure him as well. It's creating a sensory feedback loop that he can't quite stop without destroying the feather.]
[he isn't planning on stopping either motion. hawks is really making it hard to think of anything outside here and now. fingers flute across the man's dick, holding him steady as much as he's starting to jerk hawks off with stead up and down motions. every strenuous tremble rippling through the blonde's hips travels straight through his own member, akin to a damn vibrator rumbling across sensitive skin and smushing his piercings hard into his cock's underside. a slow exhale slips over his teeth, tight and strained from holding back a little.]
Ya really tryin to be the death of me. [bucking on his hips, keening into the air as his wings start going crazy on either side of him. is he annoyed he's not staying still? kinda. does he know it's stupid to expect him to freeze while he's sawing hawks' own feather into his cock slit? yeah. that's why it's called torture. and why he keeps doing it. messing with his head via sliding motions of his feather tracing around the curved sides of his glans. tempting the sensitive hole with the pointed base of the quill itself.]
Gonna make me wanna do all kinds of things to ya. [the muscles in his legs protest from going so hard, he eases off the pressure, knees falling open beside hawks' rear and settling half on the hero's calves. all but locking him down on his dick as the turgid member twitches and oozes inside the man's ass. before taking the feather away completely, letting his partner come to a complete still without any stimulation asides from the villain's dick pulsing inside him.] Ya twitchin real hard, Hawks. It's like ya beggin for me.
Pretty, fuck, pretty sure, fucking hell, sure you're trying to, ah-ha god, trying to kill me, Hot Stuff. [He's panting like he about to possibly pass out as he moves over the other and tries to keep some semblance of higher brain function. It's nearly impossible because the sensations swarming through his body are stealing every bit of sense he has. The softness of the vanes of his feather moving over his cock war with the sharp bite of the quill teasing him. It's painful but the good kind of pain. Not enough to cause real hurt.
The way Dabi tells him that he wants to do all kinds of things to him should worry or frighten him but it just makes his hole clamp down around the other as pleasure zings through his body. He's already building towards an orgasm when Dabi shifts his legs and then effectively traps Hawks in his lap while at the same time gripping his cock so hard he has no option but to stop or risk serious injury.
He hiccups and pants. His chest heaves and his body trembles. His skin is flushed pink and glistening with sweat from exertion and his feathers shudder behind him rustling in the quiet room.
He grunts and tries to shift but finds he can't. Not really.]
Don't, please, I was so close, please let me come.
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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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Date: 4/1/26 23:09 (UTC)Mmm, that one got ya real loud, birdie. [is it cruel to wind the feather over hawks' cock again? wiping precum-slick vanes along his sensitive glans, chasing down his dick when it instinctively bounces away from the touch amid a backdrop of clenching abdominal wall. he clicks his tongue in amusement and annoyance, then wraps his fingers around hawks' dick, capturing it at the base in a jutting point away from the hero's groin.] Hold still...
[this one takes focus. pressing his thumb against the man's underside, the nub of a blunt broken nail digging at his skin, he keeps his dick arrested and lowers the feather to hawks' tip. turned on its side, the sleek red edge presses into his slit and divides either lip from each other. a tiny little hole compared to his mouth and ass, but just as sensitive. which he begins tormenting with lazy sawing motions back and forth, deliberately trying to tear hawks' attention away from getting fucked. even when he takes the same moment to slam up into his ass.]
Too much? [his expression lights up when hawks throws his head back and yells into the air. taut thighs pull in a light strain as he braces on the bed, hips slamming up into the man's ass with steady, hard impacts. completely wrecks his attempts at hawks' dick with the feather, but he'll settle soon enough and try again.]
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Date: 4/2/26 01:21 (UTC)His cock jumps and pulses in the others hand while the jolting thrusts from Dabi's own hips spur his own back into motion. He can tell Dabi is annoyed that he's not holding still but he'd challenge anyone to remain still when feeling something like that.]
Fuck...'s so good...
[He hates that Dabi's been able to play him so expertly. That his aim is so good and his ability to tease and torment is so exceptional. Hawks doesn't think he's going to be able to last much longer, not with the way the other is using his feather to pleasure him as well. It's creating a sensory feedback loop that he can't quite stop without destroying the feather.]
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Date: 4/3/26 00:04 (UTC)Ya really tryin to be the death of me. [bucking on his hips, keening into the air as his wings start going crazy on either side of him. is he annoyed he's not staying still? kinda. does he know it's stupid to expect him to freeze while he's sawing hawks' own feather into his cock slit? yeah. that's why it's called torture. and why he keeps doing it. messing with his head via sliding motions of his feather tracing around the curved sides of his glans. tempting the sensitive hole with the pointed base of the quill itself.]
Gonna make me wanna do all kinds of things to ya. [the muscles in his legs protest from going so hard, he eases off the pressure, knees falling open beside hawks' rear and settling half on the hero's calves. all but locking him down on his dick as the turgid member twitches and oozes inside the man's ass. before taking the feather away completely, letting his partner come to a complete still without any stimulation asides from the villain's dick pulsing inside him.] Ya twitchin real hard, Hawks. It's like ya beggin for me.
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Date: 4/3/26 21:40 (UTC)The way Dabi tells him that he wants to do all kinds of things to him should worry or frighten him but it just makes his hole clamp down around the other as pleasure zings through his body. He's already building towards an orgasm when Dabi shifts his legs and then effectively traps Hawks in his lap while at the same time gripping his cock so hard he has no option but to stop or risk serious injury.
He hiccups and pants. His chest heaves and his body trembles. His skin is flushed pink and glistening with sweat from exertion and his feathers shudder behind him rustling in the quiet room.
He grunts and tries to shift but finds he can't. Not really.]
Don't, please, I was so close, please let me come.