[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: 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.