[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: 3/30/26 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.