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Dabi walks into the league hideout wearing his signature jacket, cigarette in hand.
“Dabs!” Himiko shouts, already making her way over.
The rest of the league is out recruiting, where Dabi is also supposed to be.
“Can I borrow some of your blood?” she says, way too enthusiastically. Dabi looks down at her, face contorted in disgust,
“No. Where’s the bird?” Himiko visibly deflates, as if she hasn’t asked a million times before and gotten the same exact answer.
“In your room” she huffs, dragging her feet as she walks away pouting. Dabi ignores her very obvious attempt at guilt tripping in favor of heading upstairs.
Hawks texted him earlier with what Dabi had guessed was a booty call. All he’d said was ‘come home asap. I’m waiting.’ but, well, he succeeded in getting him here, so that must count for something. Though in all truth, it wouldn’t have taken much. Dabi is pent up. He walks into his room to see Hawks lying on his back, wings spread across his whole bed, phone in hand. Dabi had to admit, the sight of hawks in his bed wasn’t bad at all.
“Oi” Dabi commands. Hawks looks from his phone to see Dabi in the doorway.
“Hey you. Nice of you to finally join me, only took like a thousand years.” Hawks returned, looking completely unimpressed.
“I was on a job, brat. What, couldn’t keep yourself company for a few minutes?” Dabi said, starting to walk over to his bed.
“More like a few hours” Hawks murmurs. He sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, watching Dabi’s every movement as he makes his way over.
“I could have,” Dabi stops, standing right in front of hawks.
“But it’s way more fun with you.”
They make eye contact, holding it for what feels like an eternity. Dabi averts his attention, gaze sweeping over Hawks in a sultry fashion, his lean but muscular arms, his six pack showing through his hero costume. Maybe having a hero for a fuck buddy isn’t so bad afterall. His eyes finally land on Hawks’ lips. Thoughts wandering, he thinks about his plump lips on his own, his navel, swollen, wrapped around his cock.
Hawks writhes uncomfortably, head dipping under his piercing blue eyes. Dabi grabs his chin, forcing his head up. Bending down, he brings their lips together. He kisses Hawks slowly, sliding his tongue through his lips. Hawks squirms, feeling his erection grow. Grabbing Hawks’ cheeks with both hands, Dabi deepens the kiss. Wet sounds fill the room, turning Hawks on even further. Dabi slides his hands behind Hawks’ head, fingers tightening in his locks, holding him still as he claims his mouth.
Hawks is breathing hard as they pull apart, face flushed. His erection now raging in his pants. Dabi straightens, hands still tangled in Hawks hair as he forces Hawks forward, bringing him face to face with his semi-hard on. Hawks freezes, surprised by the sudden movement.
“Suck.” Dabi orders, releasing his grip, dropping his hands. Hawks swallows dryly, staring at his crotch. He moves his hands to undo Dabi’s belt, pulling down his zipper. Hawks is leaking with anticipation, maybe Rumi was right to call him a cockslut.
Hawks tugs at Dabi pants, pulling them down a bit until he can see the indent in his boxers. He licks his lips and begins to mouth at Dabi’s underwear. Hawks makes a show out of it, and Dabi is definitely here to watch. Hawks licks a long, slow stripe up from his base lingering at his tip. He wraps his lips around the indent, wet, hot breath infiltrating the boxers. Dabi exhales, hips involuntarily pushing forward slightly.
Hawks hooks his thumbs into Dabi’s boxers and pulls them down enough to reveal his hardened cock. It’s thick and long, and Hawks loves every inch. Dabi stares down at him intensely. Hawks licks the red tip, loosely wrapping his lips around it. He sucks and releases it with a pop. Dabi’s hips jerk forward sharply, chasing his mouth. Hawks revels in the reactions he’s able to pull out of Dabi, however small.
Hawks puts his mouth on Dabi again, this time sinking his cock further into his mouth. He hollows out his cheeks, lowering himself until he feels Dabi hit the back of his throat. He gags, throat convulsing around his cock. Dabi groans, throwing his head back. He brings his hands back up to pull him forward slowly. Hawks grabs onto Dabi’s thighs for stability as he focuses on not gagging. Dabi continues pulling until he’s almost in, and Hawks starts to gag violently.
Dabi pauses, holding Hawks about two-thirds way on his cock. Dabi glances back down at him, tears have fallen from his reddened eyes, breath ragged through his nose, saliva dripping from his chin. He looks wrecked.
Dabi smirks slightly, taking in the sight, and pulls him down to the hilt. Coughing and spluttering around his length, his eyes widen as he grips Dabi’s thighs tighter. He instinctively tries to move his head away from the foreign object invading his throat, but Dabi holds him there, nose pressing into his pubes.
“It’s okay birdie, you can take it. Look at how nicely you’re swallowing my cock.” Dabi says, semi-teasingly. Hawks gags again, more tears falling from his swollen eyes. His wings ruffle on his back, as if he’s trying to fly away from the situation.
Dabi yanks Hawks off, and he immediately starts vigorously coughing, gasping for air.
“I know.” he eases comfortingly, caressing Hawks’ cheek.
“You did great, baby.” He whispers praisingly. Hawks shuffles in place, his erection becoming uncomfortable. Dabi continues to pet Hawks’ head, weaving gently through his abused hair.
Hawks nuzzles against Dabi’s hands, taking comfort in the praise. Dabi moves his hand from his hair to his lips, pushing them apart and pressing two fingers onto his tongue. Hawks drops his jaw and sticks out his tongue as he makes eye contact with Dabi. Dabi shivers, pushing the fingers in deeper until he hits the back of his throat. Hawks gags softly and Dabi removes his fingers.
“Don’t get comfy, chicken, I haven’t come yet.” Dabi grabs his cock and presses it into Hawks’ mouth. Hawks quickly debates on whether or not to ignore the ‘chicken’ comment, but he isn't left much time to think about it as Dabi thrusts into his mouth. He moves his hips forward slowly, until he’s buried to the hilt in Hawks’ wet, warm throat. Hawks is doing better at controlling his gagging this time around. Dabi grips his head, holding it in place as he begins to thrust shallowly.
His thrusts speed up as he rams his cock down Hawks’ throat, balls smacking his chin with every thrust. Hawks begins to splutter, but holds back from gagging. His hips move fast and hard. Hawks’ vision is blurry with tears. It darkens as he forgets to breathe, his throat being abused. Dabi lets out a low moan, his climax approaching.
“Swallow it.” He mutters. Hawks almost doesn’t hear him, but he gets the message. Dabi slams into Hawks a few more times, plating himself to the hilt in Hawks’ throat, and releases his seed. Hawks does his best to suck every bit out of him, with the strength he can muster. Dabi pulls his softening cock out of Hawks, panting while he begins petting his head.
Hawks opens his mouth wide to show all of the come gathered on his tongue, before swallowing it down. Dabi licks his lips, mouth dry.
“Good boy.”