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It just so happens that Valentine’s Day falls on a Monday. Hawks has learned that the best way to relieve the stress from the Monday blues is to fuck around with Dabi—or at least it had started that way. Sometimes things aren’t black and white, and Dabi and Hawks are wading through that deep sea of gray, aware that wading is temporary, but then so are most things.
All day his agency has accepted chocolate from his fans—he’s even gotten a few from colleagues. People ask him of his plans, if he has a special lady friend, and he gives the same practiced answer. He’s a bachelor. He’s a workaholic.
After much deliberation as to whether he should acknowledge Valentine’s Day or White Day—or nothing at all—he decides to just decorate the apartment and buy flowers. They’re not chocolates so it’s less suggestive. It’s still a healthy gray area. That’s what he tells himself.
The signature tap is at his window and he smiles as he sends a feather to let Dabi in. He can just pick the lock, but there’s something about letting him in that makes it more like a visit.
“Hey, hot stuff.”
Dabi returns the general greeting as he climbs in through the window. He and Hawks meet in the middle before sitting together on the couch. Dabi’s even taken his platform boots off—something that’s a more recent development. In the past, he’d tracked mud all through the floor and rug without a care.
“You decorate?” Dabi asks, glancing around. It’s not like Hawks has ever decorated before. His apartment barely looks lived-in considering how much empty space is in it and how devoid of any personality it is. Now the mood is set in the lowlight of burning candles, the early evening dark as the sun has set, and roses brightening the room.
“Gotta have some festivity.” Hawks murmurs, leaning in close to Dabi’s ear. Dabi hums, moving in to straddle Hawks’ lap.
“That’s why I’m here?” he asks, lips millimeters from Hawks’. “To celebrate?”
“Mhmm.”
All of the stressors from the day melt away as Dabi leans his lips into Hawks’ and those warm calloused hands stroke his wings. They don’t need any further talk as they’re kissing like reunited lovers, like they’re trying to imitate every movie kiss ever aired, or ever written of. They’re on their time in a space they’ve created, outside world be damned. He has a feather dim the lights so they’re in the romantic lighting of candles.
Then Dabi pulls away and stifles a sneeze.
“Oh, bless.”
“ hGt’...chh!” Dabi sniffles, looking back at Hawks with half-lidded eyes. Fuck. “You like that horny bird?”
Hawks is not quick to blush in the slightest, but the subject of his obscure kink tends to threaten to make his skin darken a few shades. “And if I do?” he returns cooly in spite of the rising heart rate.
“Makes my life easier, little sadist.”
Hawks yanks Dabi in further by the belt buckle so that they’re pressed flush together. He wants Dabi to feel his growing erection. Dabi starts kissing his neck, mismatched rough and soft lips sending goosebumps down his flesh. The villain slowly is making his way to his shoulder alternating deep and soft kisses, and then a fierce bite that’ll have to be covered by concealer later. Hawks moans, gripping Dabi’s hair. His blood runs hot as Dabi stifles an itchy-sounding sneeze against his neck. And then again.
“Fuck,” Hawks moans unabashadely at the way the sneezes leave warm and light airy spray against his neck. “Bless you.”
“ hRRSSCH!” Dabi actually pulls away this time, his body jerking fiercely against Hawks’. He gives a stuffy sigh, snuffling against the sleeve of his jacket. “ ihDTSCH
Hawks feels his whole body catching fire and briefly wonders if this is how Dabi feels all the time. “Bless you, bless you. You alright there?” He keeps his tone on the lighter side to avoid summoning Dabi’s rage by showing outward concern. He supposes it is getting colder outside, and as much as he’s enjoying the performance, doesn’t want to push Dabi too far if he’s getting sick.
“‘Mb finde.” he mutters. Hawks doesn’t miss the little irritated crinkle that reappears momentarily, though. Dabi pulls Hawks’ shirt off. After a certain point, he’d gotten smooth with avoiding rustling Hawks’ wings. “Got anything festive underneath?” Dabi asks, thumbing his waistband.
“Come find out.”
Dabi hums, but his cocky expression crumples as he sneezes, and then again, and then twice more to the point where it doesn’t seem like he can get a breath in between. Hawks is as red as his cock, as his wings, as the blood rushing and pumping to every extremity, as the roses on the table, as the silken set of underwear he has on underneath his pants. Fuck.
“Bless you, baby.” he breathes. He has a feather bring a tissue box over and pulls a few to offer. He holds a wad to Dabi’s nose, wicking away the dampness from the underside. It’s flushed pink around the rims of his nostrils, and he sneezes again into the tissues.
Hawks not-so-subtly checks Dabi’s forehead for a fever, eliciting a tired but burning glare from those beautiful and deadly blue eyes. “I’mb ndot sick.”
Hawks frowns, because yeah he doesn’t seem to have a fever, but Dabi’s nose isn’t exactly sensitive unless Hawks is actively twisting his feathers up there. He hums. It’s not allergy season either, so what could—
Oh.
“Are you allergic to these?” Hawks asks, gesturing over to the roses on the coffee table.
“Ndo.”
Hawks raises an eyebrow as Dabi’s nostrils flare a millimeter.
There’s a beat of silence as Hawks quietly has a feather grab a rose from behind Dabi. He holds it by the stem and pushes it up against Dabi’s nose before the villain can swat it away and watches raptly as the tip of his nose disappears in the petals, the precariously hitching breath becoming more vocal and gritty as they lock eyes. Now it’s become a challenge.
“No?” Hawks teases, watching as Dabi fights to keep his eyes open. The villain crumples before him, hand tightening on his shoulder as he ducks over to give into the overwhelming need to sneeze. “Because it doesn’t look like that to me.”
“ ih’DtSHHhu! God, fucgki’gg— KXSCHH! ih’dSSHHiuh ! Ndh… ” He sniffles, and Hawks gives him a look that conveys more apology than he’d intended before replacing the offending flower with a tissue.
“Bless you. I…honestly didn’t know.” Hawks says sheepishly as Dabi blows his nose. “Let me get rid of these.”
Dabi grabs his wrist. “Seembs like a waste.”
“Huh?” Hawks asks. Dabi raises an eyebrow, glances down at Hawks’ erection and then back to his eyes. “ Ah! it's not like I want you to suffer—
“Really… huhh—” Dabi squints as Hawks feels his cock dripping with precum. He’s sure his underwear is on the verge of being—if not already—ruined. “ Feels differendt fromb where I’mb sitti’gg.”
If Hawks could physically blush more, he would. “I…” He’s never had someone make him speechless before, but it’s as if all of the words have been sucked out of his mouth.
“ ihDSHh! Fucgk. Itches like a motherfucker.” Dabi leans in close, brushing his lips against the shell of Hawks’ ear. “Didn’dt get you anythi’gg. Might as well ma hh- magke you cumb harder thand you ever have, little lovebird.”
Hawks fumbles to rip off Dabi’s pants at the new permission. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck Dabi. His brain goes into primal mode.
“Bedroomb?” Dabi asks as Hawks unsheathes his cock.
“Yeah—” Hawks chokes out, remembering that he’d used a few roses to cover the bed in petals. Thanks, Pinterest. Passionately, he picks up Dabi, wanting their skin to remain flush together as he walks as quickly as his raging hard-on will allow into the bedroom, also decorated with some flickering candles on the dresser. Dabi sneezes against Hawks again just before he sets him down on the bed. Hawks feels his cock twitching again against the red silk beneath his pants. “Save some for when I’m inside you.” Hawks says with a predatory grin, crawling up on the bed and pushing Dabi against the headboard.
Dabi sniffles and gives him a pointed look that ultimately fails as his features haze over. “I have to s-sndee hhze ehH—”
Hawks pinches the quivering and pink—so, so pink—appendage between his thumb and forefinger, giving Dabi a dangerous look. “Not until I say so, okay, babe?”
Dabi’s eyes widen, and if he weren’t a hardened criminal, Hawks would describe him as doe-eyed at the moment.
“Mhm, say it.”
“Okay…”
“There you go. So good for me, gorgeous.”
Dabi’s breath hitches dangerously as Hawks releases his nose to pull his own pants down. “See? I did get all dressed up for you.”
“Y-You’re a mess.”
“Mm, and I’m going to make you into a bigger one.” Hawks promises, grinding over Dabi’s bare cock, precum dampening the silk from both sides. “Help me take these off so I can fuck you properly.”
Dabi obliges, and Hawks can see the visible struggle for control on Dabi’s face as he unsheathes Hawks’ throbbing cock.
“Such a good boy.”
Dabi’s features contort into a snarl as his slow breaths stutter.
“Wonder if you can stay good long enough for me to prep you.” he ponders, shrugging theatrically as a bottle of lube appears in one of his hands with the help of a feather.
Dabi grabs him by the base of his wing, eliciting a moan. “Don’dt— hheh…”
“Oh?” Hawks taunts. “Don’t what?” Careful of the piercings, his fingers go back to pinching Dabi’s flaring nostrils shut, and he can feel how warm and twitchy his poor nose has gotten.
“Hawgks, l-let mbe sndeeze.”
And fuck, Hawks can’t recall a time he’s been closer to cumming hands-free. “Soon.” he promises, kissing Dabi’s forehead. He lubes up his finger and then a few, giving Dabi a show of the way it glistens in the lowlight of the flickering candles. Whilst he lays a slick finger across the opening of Dabi’s ass, he presses his lips to Dabi’s and bites the villain’s lower lip, reveling in the way Dabi fights to just keep his breaths from hitching against his mouth.
Hawks works the first joint of his finger inside as Dabi shoots him a desperate look. “Thoughdt you— ihdh…hh… w-were s’posed’t- eh… b-be fast.”
“Hm?” Hawks raises an eyebrow. “Too fast?”
Dabi glares through his fluttering eyelids. “ ihDT—”
Hawks pinches Dabi’s nose shut again. “You’d better tell your nose to behave.” He grins as Dabi’s mouth hangs just slightly open.
Hawks adds a finger as he feels the muscles relax around him, and after stroking his prostate a few times, decides to take mercy on the poor, desperately allergic man in his bed.
He enters Dabi slowly, centimeter by centimeter of his throbbing cock filling him and his tight and slick ass. Once he’s fully inside, he kisses the tip of Dabi’s nose and effects an explosive result all over Hawks’ shoulder and chest.
“ESSSCH! HRRRSHhiew! …HDSSHH! ihhdtSHHH! ih…—”
Hawks moans as Dabi clenches so hard around his raw cock, fighting not to cum, and maybe it’s deserved after giving Dabi somewhat of an edging session too. “Bless you, baby, keep letting it all out. You’re doing so good.” he praises, stroking Dabi’s cock, taking a moment to appreciate the studs of the frenum ladder along the underside of it. Because as he learned, his scars may not have reached there, but the metal has.
“ih’gSCH! Ih-...fucgk H-Hawgks…ihdtSHHhu! Fucgk mbe.”
Hawks thrusts in and out of Dabi, biting hard on his own lip as the man continues to come undone in front of him.
“H-Harder.” Dabi grits out, and Hawks does his best to oblige without instantly filling him with the cum that threatens to spill out at any moment. He pumps Dabi and slams as hard as he can in this position against the man’s prostate, as Dabi sneezes again on his shoulder and sniffles hard against the wet spot on Hawks’ skin.
He’s not going to finish first. And he’s determined not to cum too fast. He calls upon all of the self-control he’s built up over the years and holds his breath for a moment as he continues pounding into Dabi, the sound of him clapping his cheeks and the man’s dangerously hitching breath combining into an erotic soundtrack that’ll burn into Hawks’ mind for the rest of his life.
And then Dabi’s gravelly and so, so, congested voice joins into the mix. “G-Godtta sndeeze agaidd—ih… HGHSCh!”
“Bless you, gorgeous.”
“ N-Ndot…ih’DSHHh! ihKSCHH! ndh…Keigo…”
And it’s then that Hawks absolutely loses it. He slams hard into Dabi, face flooded with blush, because fuck, hearing his name begging for him in such a desperate voice does something to him. He continues fucking Dabi unitl he’s fully flaccid, pumping the villain’s cock until he cums too alongside him.
They lay together with a layer of hot mess between them, Hawks sending for the tissue box and grabbing multiple tissues for various reasons. He holds Dabi close to him and helps him clean up, kissing his forehead and draping a wing over him. “How’re you feeling, hot stuff?”
“Good.” Dabi mumbles against Hawks’ chest.
“Didn't know you were so allergic.” Hawks murmurs, stroking Dabi’s hair. “Poor thing.”
“S’finde. I didd’t either.”
Hawks hums, discreetly having his feathers sweep the offending petals off of the comforter and the other ones to go to the living room to dispose of the rest of the roses and open some windows.
“Ndot like I …ih’ KSCHh!...ugh… get a lot of flowers.”
Hawks flushes. “...I’ll…go for chocolates next time.”
“...Sure, pretty bird.”
He realizes what he’s said too late, but Dabi doesn’t give him shit for it, so they just move on. He has some feathers wet a washcloth for him to cup Dabi’s nose with. “It seems all swollen.”
“Feels ligke it.” Dabi admits.
Something tugs at Hawks’ heart as he strokes his hands through Dabi’s hair. Dabi continues quietly sniffling into the towel as they lie there. They’ve done a lot, but he’s never really seen the villain this willingly vulnerable, clinging to him and so sniffly. He wishes he had some antihistamines to offer, but he doesn’t have any.
“I can order you some medicine.” Hawks murmurs, remembering that delivery apps exist.
“It’s finde, it’ll stop.”
“I’m…going to order it anyway.” Hawks says, grabbing his phone. Dabi huffs against him. “And in the meantime, let’s take a shower.”
With the medicine, he orders some food along with some chocolate as promised, because he’s determined to keep his word. Even if they can’t wade in this indefinite gray sea forever, he’ll find a way to pack a concept like forever into the indefinite time they have.