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Hawks has spent the previous day putting himself through the wringer. From standing around in the rain and chilly weather, to lingering around one of his sick sidekicks to hanging around the cold/flu section in the pharmacy, and to sleeping with wet socks, hair, and feathers, he was bound to catch a cold eventually. When he wakes up with a stuffy nose and a tenderness in his throat he knows he’s accomplished just that. He’s managed to get sick on his day off, and it’s perfect timing. Unironically. He sends a quick text over to Dabi. day off, wyd?
Dabi stretches awake, the day well past noon, as is typical for his sleep schedule. Phone immediately in hand, he raises an eyebrow at the text he's gotten from the one and only hero contact in his phone. He knows a booty call when he sees one. Especially with how often he and Hawks have been fooling around lately. He stretches his stiff limbs once more before shooting off his response. not much, your place? No point in not cutting right to the chase, Dabi could use a good lay and he's not about to wait around and wait for Hawks to make some dumb pick-up line to ask him over.
Hawks is in the middle of fixing his hair in the mirror when his phone rings. He sends who ru calling not much? along with the follow up text of yea. He pockets his phone and feels a familiar prickling in his sinuses. His breath catches and he snaps forward to sneeze into his fist, unable to grab a tissue in time, and it’s not like he has a shirt on right now. “KSSCHhhuu! hehhkssch’hiew!” Hawks sniffles, finding himself wishing Dabi were here to see that.
Dabi rolls his eyes and groans at his ceiling. There it is. Fucking dumb bird. He sighs, sitting up and grabbing his shirt to put on. b there in abt 1 hr It'll take a bit to make his way over there, an hour is being optimistic really. Depends on if he's able to travel without any heroic interruptions. Teeth brushed, disguise hoodie, sunglasses, and facemask donned, and phone in pocket, Dabi heads out.
Hawks grins at his phone and grabs a few tissues that he surprisingly already needs. He wonders if he should bother getting dressed considering that whenever Dabi comes over, he’ll be taking his clothes off anyway. He brushes his hair at least and throws on a tank top. He wanders over to the couch deciding to kill time with some TV. On a second thought, he decides to have his feathers bring a tissue box over the living room. He flicks through the channels, settling on some cartoons.
The walk over is fortunately uneventful and soon enough Dabi is scaling the fire escape up to Hawks' apartment. He could probably just text and tell him he's there and be let in like a normal person, but Dabi's not about to risk anyone seeing him enter the building. The rush of entering where Hawks enters and on his own terms brings an added rush that he enjoys. He makes no attempt at hiding, knowing Hawks' feathers will pick up the stomp of his boots when he finally reaches the balcony. "What's up, Birdie," he says, sliding open the unlocked screen door without preamble.
Hawks isn’t surprised to see Dabi, having sensed him coming up. In the hour he’s waited, he’s gone through a number of tissues, his nose incessantly runny and somehow stuffy at the same time. “Hey, hot stuff,” he greets, his voice sounding a bit more fucked up than he’d expected. He clears his throat.
Ok wait a fucking minute. Now, Dabi knows how this usually goes. He shows up, he and Hawks trade some banter, it eventually becomes suggestive, and then they fuck. Maybe they cuddle, maybe Hawks orders them food, but that's the usual. Why does....why does Hawks sound like that ? Dabi hasn't taken any further steps inside, looking at Hawks with a confused expression. "You sick?" He asks, still too taken aback. Why would....why would Hawks booty call him if he's sick?
Hawks is about to tell Dabi that he might be catching something, when he’s caught off guard by the urge to sneeze that hasn’t left him alone all morning. “ hehhkhschh! Ihhxxsch!” He grabs a few tissues to quickly press up to his nose. “Ju hh…HehhdtChhu! hehh…hhdtzzsch! …guhh. Just a little,” he manages, the tissues muffling his words even further.
Dabi is uh....well he's glad he's not wearing tight pants. His heart rate is definitely picking up but he's not about to let himself get worked up anymore, not until it would make sense to Hawks at least. "You sure you're gonna last, Birdie? We don't exactly fuck gently," he comments dryly with a pointed look, hoping it distracts from his lapse in composure just earlier.
Hawks can tell from his feathers that Dabi had enjoyed that even if his tone isn’t directly betraying the fact. “Of course I’m gonna last,” he returns. He smirks, his eyes traveling down to Dabi’s crotch. He can’t actually see much there, but Dabi doesn’t need to know that. “But will you?”
Dabi scoffs. The fuck is that supposed to mean? "I'm not the one who's nose matches his feathers,” he points out as if it's not totally doing something for him. He can do this; he can make it through this booty call without being found out and then he can leave immediately to further reduce that risk.
Hawks makes a show of going cross eyed as if he can look at his nose this way. “Does it really?” he asks, punctuating the question with a sniffle. He makes a feather float right by his nose to let Dabi compare.
Dabi’s grateful for no longer being physically unable to blush. You're being paranoid, calm down, he reminds himself. He rolls his eyes, finally moving past the threshold of the balcony door. "C'mon feathers, let's go before you keel over on me," he grumbles, lightly shoving Hawks in the direction of the bedroom. The sooner they do this the sooner Dabi can both live out his fantasies and leave before Hawks realizes said fantasies.
“Oh? Since when do you rush me?” Hawks asks, trying not to smirk as he follows Dabi’s lead. He sniffles again, and even that brings the tickle back with it and he instinctively scrunches his nose as it rapidly gets more intense.
He's trying to kill me. "Since I wanna make sure I get to cum before you're incapable of making me." It's a lie. Dabi won't be able to stop cumming if he stays too long and that in itself will become telling. God, if Hawks sneezed on his dick after cumming, Dabi has few doubts that that alone would be enough to get him back up.
“Oh, right r-right,” Hawks agrees, feeling his breath starting to hitch already. He locks eyes with Dabi. This really couldn’t have worked out better, he genuinely feels like he’s going to sneeze every other minute, and given Dabi’s reactions, he’s confirming what he believes to be true. “ hehhKSSHH! Ihhdtschhyuu! Hehh… I hope this isn’dt too heh- too mbuhh-mbuch…ihhpschhu! Hxxtschhh! Guhh. Too mbuch of a turnd off,” Hawks says coyly, eyes watering from the intensity of the fit.
Dabi can't tell if his body wants to freeze from the terror of being discovered or if he's going to accidentally set himself aflame because Hawks is actually killing him . "Bless," he says, trying to make it come out dry and unimpressed. (He's so impressed.) It would be weird to completely ignore the sneezing and not comment at all. (Right?) "I don't care." (He cares, he cares so much .)
Hawks nods at the blessing and acts like he’s buying into what Dabi’s saying, as if he isn’t aware of the way Dabi’s heart is hammering faster in his chest, and like he doesn’t notice the change in his posture. “Yeah? I’d understand if you didn’dt wannda be so close,” Hawks muses, sniffling again and rubbing at his nose.
Dabi shouldn't want to be so close but he's not about to lose this potentially once in a lifetime opportunity. "'S fine, I don't mind a little bird flu," he says neutrally. Well, he probably should mind. His body is already in pain on good days, being sick only ever makes him even more miserable. But the thought of being sick because of Hawks is doing things to him that he really doesn't need right now, he's aroused enough as it is. "C'mon, birdie, let's get to it," he adds, starting to inch his fingers under Hawks' shirt. He just needs to do this like they've always done, no awkwardness, no uncertainty. He'll be fine. (He won't.)
Hawks decides to let the bird flu comment go in favor of leaning into Dabi’s touch, and making it easy for him to remove the shirt. He starts to do the same with Dabi, sniffling and brushing up against what he’s now confirmed is the villain’s hard-on. “Already predtty hard, huh?” Hawks asks, closing the distance between their groins so they’re only separated by the layers of fabric.
"So are you," Dabi points out with a grin to hide just how fucking panicked he's starting to get. Does he suspect something?? No of course not, how could he?? Calm the fuck down. Dabi tries to push down his internal crisis in favor of letting his hands roam lower, grazing over Hawks' slight bulge to prove his point. "Excited for me to be here, little bird?”
Hawks matches Dabi’s grin and pushes into his hand, grinding slightly to create friction. “I am,” he says, giving Dabi’s ass a squeeze. “Waited so long for you to combe over.” He sniffles again, briefly wondering if he’s going to legitimately need tissues while they fuck or if he can get away with keeping this up.
Dabi lets his grin turn lazy. "Heaven forbid the Number 2 have to wait," he teases, slowly pulling down Hawks' sweatpants as he does. He can do this; everything will be fine. He just needs to focus on Hawks' dick instead of his pink nose, slightly flushed cheeks, frequent sniffles, stuffy sounding voice. Dabi leans in to press hungry kisses along the side of Hawks' neck. Out of sight out of mind.
Hawks lets out a soft moan at the sensation of Dabi’s warm lips pressing into his neck, the way he can feel how one is rougher than the other, and fuck does it feel so good. Hawks runs his hand from Dabi’s hip to his bulge, giving it a final squeeze before helping to unfasten and drop his pants too. He sniffles all the while, doing his best to keep his nose from running, but when he tilts his head from the feeling of the kisses, the position reignites the full intensity of the earlier tickle. “H ehhy I’mbgonnd hahHDTxxshh! Ihhxxtschh! HhXXtchh! Hehhht- sdeehh…KXXtchh! ” he tries to warn Dabi. He does his best to stifle so he doesn’t spray Dabi’s neck, truly unsure if that’s something that’d be taking it too far, but they’re just so damn hard to restrain right now.
Oh god oh fuck oh shit oh fuck Dabi's absolutely underestimated just how good this would be. Don't cum hands free, don't cum hands free , he internally chants, hoping that Hawks is assuming his reactions are from touching his dick rather than sneezing against him. Isn't not like he can feel much, the deadened nerves in his scarred neck barely have any sensation left. But Hawks' entire body shuddered with each forceful stifle and every working nerve in Dabi's body feels lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. "Bless," he says, unable to hide the breathless tone to it. "Poor birdie," he teases. Do it again he doesn't say.
Hawks absolutely feels the way Dabi’s heart rate picks up, the breathless way he’s speaking, and given that he isn’t writhing in disgust, figures he hasn’t fucked up. “Sorry,” he says anyway, sniffling a few times in succession. “Could’ndt hehh …ahh, hold idt back…” he tells him just as breathlessly and takes his cock into his hand. The head is practically dripping with a generous amount of precum and he rubs his thumb over it, bringing it over the shaft and slicking it over his hand so it’ll glide. As he sniffles and lets his breathing waver dangerously, he feels the way Dabi’s cock twitches in his hand.
Dabi's starting to lose himself more and more as Hawks continues to bring attention to his fucking cold. Pretty bird needs to stop talking about it or he's really not going to last long. He elects to say nothing as Hawks starts stroking him, slow and teasing, as if that's what he's focusing on and not those deliciously hitched breaths. He moves to straddle Hawks' lap on the bed, giving the hero better access to his cock and Dabi better access to the man's neck. It's easier if he can just bury his face there and not have to see the way Hawks is looking at him. (Even if he does desperately want to watch as he succumbs to each and every sneeze.) "Want me inside you, pretty bird?”
Hawks grins and tries to even out his breathing, sniffling tentatively. When it doesn’t yield a sneeze, he nods. “Yeah,” he says, not trusting himself to say more than that. He gives Dabi’s cock a last slow and full stroke.
Dabi nudges Hawks to lay down, fully removing his sweats and tossing them aside. A feather dutifully brings over their bottle of lube. ( Theirs . As if they have things as intimate as that.) He coats his fingers and slowly inserts it, hoping that watching Hawks' reactions is a good excuse for the way he stares at the hero.
Hawks hums as Dabi works his fingers into him, they’re so fucking warm and god, he wants more. For better or worse, he forgets to focus on not sneezing yet, and he realizes too late when the light prickling turns into an all-consuming tickle and he erupts into another few sneezes, vaguely angling himself away from Dabi and into the direction of his shoulder last minute. “ hehHXxxtchu! HihhxtCHU…huhh. Ehhdxxtchhih! ”
Dabi can't help the shiver as the less restrained sneezes mist across his bare shoulder. It's mostly scar tissue but there's at least a few spots of healthy skin and the few working nerves are more than making up for the dead ones. "Bless," he murmurs, using the distraction to slip another lubed finger in. Just keep the birdie distracted and he'll be fine. Once Dabi's dick is inside he already knows he'll have to keep a steady pace lest Hawks realize that his dick is obviously twitching for reasons other than the sex.
Hawks nearly gasps at the sudden addition of the finger before murmuring a very congested sounding thanks. Dabi’s reaction isn’t lost on him, but he’s having a hard time thinking about how badly he wants Dabi inside of him. He’s sniffling a ridiculous amount now as Dabi prepares to fill him with his dick.
The needy, stuffy sounds Hawks is making as Dabi preps him is almost enough to make Dabi lose his composure. Almost. A little more lube is added along with a third finger and he relishes the way Hawks clings to him even harder. "Almost ready for me?" He asks, smirk evident in his tone. He's fine, he's the one in control, and he's going to keep it that way.
Hawks can’t help the almost desperate way he grips Dabi. “Fugk, don’dt keep mbe waiti’gg,” he pleads. God, he sounds ridiculously stuffed up now. He sniffles and leans into Dabi’s hand, his own cock pulsing with need.
Dabi ignores how Hawks sounding even more stuffed up is doing things to him. "Demanding," he drawls with a grin, removing his fingers and lubing up his cock. Hooking one of Hawks' ankles over his shoulder, he lines the tip of his dick with the hero's entrance, brushing teasingly against it.
Hawks can’t help the moan that leaves his lips. “Fucgk, hodt stuff—“ he hisses. Such a fucking tease. He’s the one who’s supposed to be trading. Oh well. His grip on Dabi only tightens as he glares up at the man, the constant sniffles undermining the seriousness of it all.
Dabi's living for the glare Hawks gives him. Much better. "Aw, what's wrong? Does the Birdie need something?” he goads, pushing in ever so shallowly, barely getting anything past the ring of muscle before pulling right back out, slowly thrusting his hips like that to keep messing with the hero.
Hawks nearly whines at the way Dabi is teasing him. He’s tempted to yank him in so he can feel the full length of his cock inside him. “Fucgk me,” Hawks pleads. He doesn’t care that he sounds desperate right now.
Dabi's Cheshire-grin returns at Hawks' desperate tone and he wordlessly gives the hero what he wants, finally pushing himself in deeper. He lets out a pleased groan himself at the hot tightness surrounding his cock, rocking his hips lazily as he fully seats himself inside of Hawks. "Feel so good, birdie," he says, gripping Hawks possessively by his waist.
Hawks moans as Dabi finally enters him properly, savoring every inch of his length. He hisses out a string of curses at how good it all feels, at how much more he wants, at how he wants Dabi to cum in him. He hums and even that sounds congested somehow. “Ah, Dabi…” he moans out.
Dabi hums, "That's right birdie, keep singing for me." He doesn't think he'll ever tire of watching Hawks become a wreck from his dick, the way he immediately becomes a needy pliant mess, begging for Dabi to fuck him. The vantage point comes with extra perks today, a perfect view of Hawks' pink nose and flushed expression.
Hawks does keep being vocal, he can’t help it with how good Dabi feels in him, his hot cock easily sliding in and out. It’s only a matter of time before the inevitable need to sneeze returns and his breath starts to obviously hitch. His nostrils flare wide as he stutters out, “I’mb guhhd—KXXtch! ihhxxtchhu! HdttSHHhu! Hahh… ”
Oh god. Fuck. Yeah. This is even better than Dabi had ever hoped. The way Hawks involuntarily clenches around him with each sneeze is better than drugs. And Dabi would know, he's done a lot of them. "Fuck, birdie," he groans, voice strained as he continues his slow thrusting. The spray glistens down Hawks' chest and Dabi only wishes he could both be inside Hawks and feel that spray against his own cock.
Hawks is all too pleased by the sheer arousal Dabi is poorly pretending he’s not experiencing, by the control he’s demonstrating. “I’mb hehh… probably gunnda snd ehhze agai’dd… hh-hhh-! Hehhh… Beend sndeezi’gg all morndi’gg…”
Dabi's body can't decide if he's even more aroused or terrified by that statement. Why does Hawks sound like he's trying to be suggestive about it? "'S fine," he mumbles, trying to be nonchalant about it. His body is a traitor but they're literally fucking already, it should be a more than plausible excuse.
Oh, it’s fine? Even though Hawks already knows Dabi’s into this, the villain almost never passes up a chance to taunt him. It’d be an odd place to draw a line. Hawks is about to smirk when he finds he does genuinely have to sneeze again. “ hihh’ihhdschhyu! HDTCHHhu! Hehh…ndhh…hihhdtCHhu! he sneezes, unable to really aim it anywhere specific given how close they are together.
Dabi is able to partially bite back the grunt, thrusting his hips the moment Hawks starts sneezing so it looks like he's making these sounds because of the fucking and nothing else. The hero doesn't seem like his nose is going to be slowing down anytime soon and it's killing Dabi in the best and most torturous of ways.
Hawks sniffles and moans, almost overstimulated by the rising arousal and stubborn need to sneeze. Fuck, he’s a mess, but so is Dabi. Obviously. “N’dot gunnda hehh- bless mbe?” he teases him, winking. His nostrils twitch and flare again exposing the fact that he’s not done with his fit.
If Dabi were anything less than, you know, a hardened criminal, he might've sputtered at the comment. (Maybe his dick twitches but that's fine, totally fine.) "Not like you're done anyways," he tries to tease right back, insides pooling with heat from the truth of those words.
Hawks smirks at the response. “Mmb, true,” he admits. He tilts his head back both from the way Dabi’s dick feels and from the way he’s starting to gear up for another sneeze. “Ah, wa-wai hhdt…heh…hehhitchhew! IhhSCHHhu! Mmbh…hehKXXT’chhu!”
Dabi pointedly does not bless him once more, choosing instead to pick up the speed and force of his thrusts. Maybe he'll be able to get Hawks to stop saying embarrassing and incriminating things. (Really, he's murdered people for god's sake, he shouldn't be so worried over this but he is.)
Hawks pants and moans (and sniffles, a lot, he really can’t stop doing that) as Dabi speeds up, bringing him closer. “Fucgk…feels so good,” he moans, tightening his grip on Dabi.
Is Hawks talking about the sex or the sneezing?? "Yeah? Pretty bird likes it when I fuck him?" Dabi says over the rhythmic slapping of skin, gripping Hawks' waist just a bit tighter. He can feel the beginnings of his orgasm threatening to pull him over the edge. Not yet, once Hawks cums, then he can finish himself off and finally regain control of his fucking dick.
“So mbuch,” Hawks sniffles, feeling himself getting closer to cumming. He’s so close to climaxing, and yet, he decides to ask a question of his own, “‘S my firecracker like whend I…hehh… whend-I-sndheez…TCHhhhiew! Hehhdtchhu! ISSHhchhu!”
Dabi's eyes widen ...... fucking what ? His heart is both stopped yet beating entirely too loudly in his throat. He opens his mouth to deny it, only for the words to die in his throat. How the fuck is Hawks calling him out like this?? He'd been careful, he'd been sure to not be obvious or give any notable tells. He's only still thrusting into the man out of pure muscle memory and a lack of executive function to tell him to stop.
Upon seeing the look on Dabi’s face, Hawks fully intends to tell him it’s okay and that he likes whatever kink this is, but he ends up climaxing with a well-timed hit to his prostate. “ Ndhhhh ….fugck, Dabi!” he moans, gripping him hard, as the cum shoots out of him and onto his stomach, mixing with the spray from his ongoing sneezing fit. He’s panting and sniffling and suddenly he’s not nearly as congested as he had been as his brain is flooded with this amazing feeling.
Dabi's still running on autopilot, unable to speak and at the pure mercy of his dick. Hawks cumming and clenching around him just brings himself even close to his own climax, blood pumping impossibly fast in his chest and dick. Even after Hawks is finished Dabi's still chasing it, a bit stuck from the emptiness that is his brain from the shock.
“Fucgk, Dabi, you’re so… hhh… so good…” Hawks starts slowly coming down from his orgasm. “ hgXXt’chh! ” he muffles a quick sneeze into his shoulder and sniffles hard. “ hehh… ”
" Shit ," Dabi hisses, snapped out of his stupor as Hawks sneezes again and starts to build up to another. "Don't stop," he says (begs), picking up speed and chasing that dangerous heat in the pit of his stomach and groin. Fuck. He still can't think, the only thing going through his mind is one more, just one more on repeat.
Hawks definitely doesn’t stop. Even if he could stop, he’d figure out some way to make himself sneeze again, because fuck, he’s never heard Dabi beg quite like that before. His breath continues to hitch and waver until—“ HdtCHHhiew! HEHHSCHHhu! Ehhh…ehddtchhu! Hehh…HEHDTSSHhiu!”
The last time Dabi saw white was from the blinding pain from the fire at Sekoto Peak. This blinding white.... it’s so much better. His hips stutter as his orgasm barrels through him like a cement truck, each sneeze compounding the levels of pleasure he didn't realize were possible. The sound he makes is guttural and broken and fuck for a brief moment he thinks revenge be damned, he can die now and still be satisfied. It feels like it lasts for an eternity before he comes back to himself, panting and looking at the pink yet smug look on Hawks' face. Shit.
And wow. Yeah. Getting sick was more than worth it to see Dabi cum like this. “How’re y’feeli’gg, hodt stuff?” he asks like he doesn’t already know the answer.
"...Good," Dabi mumbles, blissed out from his orgasm and praying to any and every god up there that Hawks is going to pretend like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. He rocks his hips a few more times before slowly pulling out, quick to grab a handful of pro-offered tissues from the feather next to him, catching the mess and wiping them both up before going to flop down next to Hawks on the bed.
Hawks grabs some tissues to finally blow his nose with. And then some more after he goes through the wad. Fuck, this feels gross. He gives a stuffy sigh and turns to Dabi. “So…sneezing, huh?” he asks.
Of fucking course, fuck you too universe. Dabi groans into the pillow, refusing to meet Hawks' look at the moment. "The fuck did you figure it out?" He grumbles, words muffled by the pillow. He doesn't want to do this. He really doesn't. But he knows Hawks won't drop it unless he gives him at least something to work with.
Hawks snickers and ends up coughing briefly from it. He clears his throat. “I mean…” Hm, how can he explain this without sounding creepy as fuck. “It’s pretty easy to tell when you’re aroused, hot stuff.”
Dabi peaks up just enough to shoot a withered glare Hawks' way. That's not the complete truth and it's obvious. This is a conversation he doesn't want to have in the first place though so like hell is he about to prolong it by calling the hero out. He says nothing, hoping (futilely) that Hawks will take the hint.
“I’ve known for a while. Or was pretty sure,” he tells Dabi. “Now I’m definitely sure, I mean, I’ve never seen you like that.” He sniffles and grabs yet another tissue because his nose feels like a fucking leaky faucet. It feels so raw as he wipes at it again.
Dabi goes back to groaning into the pillow as Hawks continues to embarrass him. "You're just feverish and imagining things," he grumbles petulantly. Truth be told, Hawks really doesn't sound great. All the sneezing has clearly taken a toll on him. Fuck. Ugh, Dabi realizes with no small amount of disgust with himself that he's experiencing a feeling at the thought of Hawks feeling miserable at his expense.
“Am I?” Hawks asks. Is he feverish? He shrugs. It’s just a little cold. “You haven’t really looked at me since,” he points out, running a hand through Dabi’s thick mop of hair and coughs briefly into his free hand. His throat definitely wasn’t this sore in the morning, but it wouldn’t be the first time it’s felt off after sex.
Dabi heaves a sigh. Suffocating via pillow smothering seemed like a good way to go, but apparently Hawks isn't going to let him off that easily. Turning onto his side so he can properly scowl at the hero, he huffs, "Definitely feverish and delusional." Hawks' nose is the pinkest thing on his face, followed by tired looking (yet still devious) eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. That cough didn't sound particularly nice either but....fuck this isn't supposed to be his problem. He's supposed to enjoy the fuck and then leave.
Hawks smirks at him. “Delusional too?” he asks, sniffling unproductively after. “So your face is buried in my pillow because…?”
Dabi rolls his eyes and sticks a hand out to cover Hawks' stupid face from view. God. This bird brain is going to be the death of him. "Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about." Yeah, real convincing argument, good one.
Hawks huffs a laugh at him. This is probably more confirming to him than Dabi actually just admitting it. He has to admit he has more questions, but maybe that’ll have to wait. “Alright, hot stuff,” he relents. He sniffles tiredly, the tickle already coming back as if he hadn’t spent what feels like five minutes blowing his nose. “Didn’t know you were so shy.”
Dabi groans even louder at the teasing remarks. Damn perceptive hero and his damn accurate perceptions of Dabi's damn perceptible interest. "Gonna pluck and fry you," he grumbles the empty threat, turning onto his back so he can face the ceiling instead of Hawks and his stupid smug expressions.
Hawks’ sinuses are absolutely buzzing right now, but the reactions are more than worth it. “You can h-hardly look at me. … hh’khhtchhu! IhhKXTCHyu! Hehh-!! Ehh… sorry hhdtSCHU! ” He sneezes into the fist furthest from Dabi. “ hhhXXXTchu! Ihh…HXXt’shh! Guhh… hehh-EHSHHhyu! ”
Dabi pointed doesn't look while Hawks erupts into the sneezing fit. (He doesn't have to; he can feel the bed shift with each sneeze anyways.) "...Bless you." What, does Hawks want him to outright stare? Now that Dabi knows Hawks' knows.... he doesn't know if could, even if he wants to. Those damning eyes would see him and he's not sure he can bear it right now.
“Thangk you,” Hawks says, sniffling pathetically afterwards. At this rate he’ll be out of tissues by the end of the day, he figures as he grabs another one to deal with the fact that his nose is starting to run again. He seems to be in this endless cycle of trying to blow his nose only for it to make his nose itch more. He muffles another set of sneezes into the tissue, past the point of teasing Dabi and just wanting this itch to stop teasing him. “ hhH-!! MPHh’chh! Hehhkxxt’shu! ”
Dabi frowns at the stifled sneeze. That didn't sound comfortable. "You okay, birdie?” he asks tentatively, wary that the question might lead to more teasing. He even risks looking over at Hawks. Despite the way his dick is still twitching with each sneeze (he should put some covers or pants on again, he doesn't need to get called out again), Dabi can't help the concern at seeing Hawks go from being a cheeky bastard to actually looking kinda sick.
Hawks nods and stifles another particularly harsh sounding sneeze. That was kind of a mistake given the slight headache it brings with it. “Yeah, mb’good,” he says. He sniffles stuffily and realizes Dabi is actually looking at him now.
Dabi bites back a wince. Okay, yeah, Hawks really doesn't seem so great. "Damn bird brain," he says with a sigh, reaching a hand over to actually feel his forehead. "Too fast for your own good, huh? You even managed to get sick so fast." Definitely a slight fever at least. "Sit up a bit, it'll help with the congestion,” he adds, moving himself to help prop Hawks up.
Is…is Dabi feeling his forehead and…oh? Okay. He lets Dabi move him into a more upright position, resisting the sudden urge to really lean into him. This is something he hadn’t expected. “Did you…wandt and other round?” he asks, briefly glancing at Dabi’s obvious erection. He probably should get dressed soon if not because he’s starting to get cold, but there’s still a part of him that’s wondering if Dabi would want to fuck around some more.
Dabi frowns. Why the fuck is Hawks asking that when it's clear he doesn't feel well? "What? No-" He yanks the blankets out so they’re covering them both. (And so his fucking dick is covered.) They should probably shower, despite wiping off the cum they're both still a bit sticky and sweaty. "You think more sex is a good idea right now?" Dabi's dick says yes but nobody asked you and especially not when Hawks looks like he can barely keep himself upright.
What? Why does Dabi seem so surprised? He’s obviously still turned on. Maybe he’s just completely misread things and he’s horny for other reasons. “Y’don’dt…” he starts, clearing his throat again. “Yes?”
Dabi genuinely can't tell if Hawks is an idiot or not right now. "Hawks..." He starts slowly with forced patience despite the exasperation he feels. "You do realize that your health should come before someone else's pleasure, right ?" This question should be obvious, a softball that anyone should get right. Dabi fears this won't be the case.
Hawks stares at him blankly. Did he literally try to get himself sick to turn Dabi on? Yes. Does he think Dabi would like to hear that? Um. Probably not right now. “It’s uh, ndot that bad,” he deflects instead, scrubbing his nose, “Just ki’dda itchy.”
Dabi gives an unimpressed, deadpan stare. Hawks is definitely a moron. "You have a fever," he re-points out. "Lay back down and tell me just how 'not bad' you feel," he challenges. Dabi should've run while he had the chance, now he's emotionally obligated to remind the idiot that resting should come before sex.
Hawks actually pouts at him, wondering if he should actually try. “Alrighdt,” he mumbles, deciding to lie flat. The congestion shifts again and seems to put more pressure on his sinuses. “Still predtty ndot bad,” he lies, clearing his throat to avoid the burning need to cough. He can’t figure out what the point of this is. Does Dabi want him to beg or something? Ugh, he’s getting a headache trying to figure it all out.
Dabi pinches the bridge of his nose. Great, an even bigger moron than he thought. "Alright, c'mon, ‘chicken little’, we're taking a shower," he decides, no longer willing to wait for Hawks to make good decisions on his own.
Hawks gives Dabi a confused look. Didn’t he just tell him to lie down? “Okay…” He sighs, coughs briefly, then sits up. His limbs feel heavy as they walk to the bathroom. He’s significantly colder than before, but a lot of that is being naked and going from blankets to none.
Dabi doesn't even want to think about the implications of Hawks being so irresponsible towards his own health. It'll give him more feelings and he's already got too many. The shower should help loosen up some of the congestion that seems to be plaguing the hero at least. Each cough or pathetic sniffle is leaving Dabi wanting to reach out and touch and not even in a sexual self-serving way. He's so fucked.
Hawks has a few feathers go ahead of them and start the shower and pull out two towels. He frowns at how much concentration this is taking because this should be something that’s effortless. Dabi’s gone silent, but that’s fairly normal for him anyway. Before he can get in the shower, he has to stop and cough again and this time it’s a fit that burns his chest and makes him wish he’d just stayed under the blankets.
Dabi halts what he'd been doing when Hawks starts to cough harshly. He calms himself down after a beat and tentatively reaches out to lightly rub the hero's back until the fit is over. Yeah, Dabi's definitely in over his head. Hawks still looks dazed even after it's finished so Dabi gently coaxes him under the warm spray of the shower, going about washing off the remnants of their activities first and foremost.
Hawks can’t help that he’s leaning into Dabi’s touch. This doesn’t exactly feel like foreplay for a second round, but it does feel fairly intimate. The warm water feels especially nice and the steam is making it a bit easier to breathe, even if he’s sniffling practically every other breath.
The lack of babbling on Hawks' end is putting Dabi slightly on edge. It's one thing for him to be silent, but their dynamic has always consisted of Hawks never shutting up. He huffs, not really annoyed, but more out of feeling frustrated with himself for feeling rather useless. "Nothing to say, birdie?" He asks, moving them both a step towards the shower head so that he can start to rinse the hero's hair under the spray, running gentle hands through soft golden locks.
Hawks gives a noncommittal hum as he follows Dabi’s lead. Yeah, wow, he’s feeling pretty fucking out of it. Usually when he’s sick it isn’t this bad on the first day of symptoms. He shrugs and smirks anyway “Last time I said something you tried to suffocate yourself,” he teases.
I remember why Dabi thinks dryly. "I'll attempt drowning this time," he grumbles along with an eyeroll. Alright, clearly things aren't too bad if Hawks is still able to make shitty jokes. He still sounds congested though, so Dabi moves his hands lower, as if to cup the hero's face, so that he can lightly thumb across the sloping angles of his nose to try and relieve some of the pressure in his sinuses.
So damn dramatic. Hawks goes from smirking to scrunching his nose from the touch. “Oh, um…” Hawks mumbles as sims of the pressure releases even if for just a moment. Why is Dabi trying to help him? Not that he’s complaining. “That kinda tickles,” he tells Dabi as the loosening starts to turn into a familiar prickle. Kinky or not (definitely he is, Hawks saw the way he was acting during sex), he doesn’t just want to sneeze on his hand without warning.
Dabi is quick to avert his eyes at the statement. "....'s fine, it doesn't have to be weird," he mumbles, just barely above the sound of the water.
Oh? Hawks is about to ask what he means and maybe tell him it’s not weird, but he doesn’t really have the chance to before— “ hgXXt!…tuhh MPHh’chht! Hehh…ihhxxt! Sorry.” He manages to stifle the sneezes, but fuck, that might’ve been a mistake.
Dabi does his best not to flinch, it doesn't stop his eyes from widening a bit. "Bless. Don't-.... don’t hold 'em back. Gonna make it worse," he murmurs, willing his expression to not.....make whatever kind of weird look it wants to make. He's fine. He doesn't have to make Hawks feel weird or uncomfortable. (It would be easier if his dick wasn't a part of the equation but he's doing his best to keep it down and under control.)
Because of how close they are, Hawks can feel Dabi’s dick twitch, but he decides against acknowledging it since Dabi doesn’t seem to want a second round. Hawks just nods, trying to ignore the fact that those sneezes had done almost nothing to dispel the tickle in his nose. “ hehhihhtch! Huhh…ehhxxchh! Ihhtchhu! ” He sneezes again, attempting to let them out and get them over with. He sways slightly from the constant barrage. “ HehhDTCHHu! Ehhtisshhiew! ”
Dabi's hands never leave Hawks' face as the man sneezes, each one aimed downwards between them, the hero's head bobbing from the force. Dabi stares at Hawks' hair instead of his face....or their dicks. (Yes, Dabi has a semi while Hawks is completely normal and flaccid. Sue him.) He holds him steady throughout, only removing a hand once it's done to grab a nearby washcloth and hold it to Hawks' nose. "Better?"
Hawks nods into the washcloth. He takes it from Dabi’s hands, figuring he probably really needs to blow his nose. It feels pretty gross, but they’re in the shower anyway, so he just goes for it and tries not to focus on the gurgling sounds he’s making as he tries to clear his sinuses.
Once again, Dabi makes a point to avert his eyes. It feels....wrong. Voyeuristic. Especially now that it's certain that Hawks knows . Like it can no longer be innocent. Whatever, Dabi can have his crisis later, right now he needs to get them cleaned up. Wordlessly, he reaches for the shampoo and starts lathering it into Hawks' hair before working some into his own.
“Do you want me to…” Hawks starts, resting a hand on Dabi’s hip. He makes a point of glancing down at their dicks before quickly closing them to avoid getting shampoo in his eyes.
Dabi doesn't even try to contain the groan. Looks like he's going to have to go against everything he believes in. He has to be open and straightforward. "Birdie. As much as I like it when.... you know..." He sighs. He can do this. "You don't feel well. And I'm not still here with the expectation of more sex," he finally says. I'm only still here because I'm trying to help is something he doesn't think he'll ever be able to say. That's a little too vulnerable.
Hawks blinks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before he can think better of it. So Dabi really just wanted a shower then? “But…” he starts unintelligently. But he’s clearly turned on? And he doesn’t want Hawks to do anything? And they’re here naked together? It just doesn’t really make sense. “I’m alright,” he finally decides on.
Drowning is still an option. So is bashing his head into the tile-lined wall of the bathroom. Instead, Dabi stares the hero straight in the eye as he lifts his palm up to feel his forehead once more. "Hawks. Even I can tell you're too warm. Just...." God why does this dumb bird seem so intent on making him say embarrassing shit?? He's not some lovestruck teenager. "I know you're alright. Now let's make sure it stays that way," he compromises with himself. He can't say mushy crap like I want to take care of you or let me be here for you . He just can't.
“Oh,” Hawks mumbles. He hadn’t really expected Dabi to reject him. It shouldn’t sting but it kind of does a little. Is he warm? If anything, he’s starting to feel cold, but surely he can’t already have a fever. It’s probably just from sex and from being in the hot water.
Head bashing seems to be the way to go. Hawks looking upset and dejected isn't something he knows how to handle. Maybe if he's lucky he can get Hawks back into bed and be done with it all. (No he will not be listening to his dick which is telling him to stay.) Shower first. "Here, close your eyes," he mumbles, dropping the subject. Despite his words, he also cups a hand over Hawks' eyes to shield them from the soapy water as Dabi rinses the suds out.
Hawks complies. Dabi’s fingers feel so good as they rake through his hair, and he almost coos from it. This is easier than thinking. Just going with it. He’s really dreading getting out of the shower, because he knows it’ll be cold and his feathers will take forever to dry. He’d been too disoriented to shed some of them before stepping into the shower and is gonna pay for that later.
Once Hawks is rinsed, Dabi leans over to duck his own head under the water to rinse off as well. Hawks is still holding the washcloth that he'd used for his nose so damn simply deposits some of the body wash into his palm and starts to gently scrub along Hawks' body, moving the hero's limbs as needed and with little resistance at that.
Hawks watches as Dabi washes his body. He should be doing this himself, but oh well. It smells nice, but his nose is so overly sensitive that he has to quickly snap the washcloth up to his nose to sneeze into a few times and to try not to jerk all around so he doesn’t fall. “ hehkkshh! Ehh…HSSHhu! hh’Ktchhyu!”
"Bless," Dabi says and fuck him for sounding so soft while saying it. Double fuck him for his dick twitching almost as hard as Hawks does from the sneezes. At least Hawks isn't being too difficult.... currently. Dabi knows that could change easily. He finishes washing the hero up and rinsing him off, repeating the process with himself but quicker. "Do uh....do you need me to wash your feathers or...?"
Hawks shakes his head. “I’ll deal with themb later.” But fuck, maybe it’d feel good. Hm. Nah, he doesn’t want to deal with it right now, with having them be even more drenched and having to sit around shivering. He subconsciously leans into Dabi more.
Dabi nods, saying nothing when he feels more of Hawks' weight being pressed against him. He wraps an arm around the shorter man's waist, turning the shower off and helping them both out of the shower. Grabbing one of the towels Hawks' feathers had previously brought over, Dabi quickly wraps one around himself before using the other to start drying Hawks off. He starts with a quick once over around his shoulders and torso before going to more thoroughly drying his hair, his limbs.
Hawks slowly process the fact that Dabi is drying him off. Damn. Is he really that out of it? He’s also gradually processing the fact that if Dabi doesn’t want a round two, he’ll be on his way out soon. He frowns. The brief thought of if I let him leave unsatisfied, he might not come back, comes to his mind and threatens to make his eyes prick up with tears. Which. Okay. He probably does have a fever if he’s getting emotional over something so stupid.
Once Hawks is mostly dry, Dabi re-wraps the towel around him. He dries himself off quickly so he can wrap his towel around Hawks as well. His feathers look....weird. Damp but definitely not soaked like hair gets during a shower. He runs a hand through them, gently warming with his quirk.
Hawks sighs at the more than welcome touch to his feathers. Dabi’s hand is so warm and gentle, and if you’d told him he’d describe Dabi with either of those words a few months ago, he would’ve scoffed. He sniffles pitifully, shivering as he notices the huge difference between the warmth in the spot Dabi is touching vs the rest of his entire body, and he wonders when the fuck he’d gotten so pathetic.
Dabi heats his hands just a bit more when he notices Hawks shiver. Even his feathers seem more fluffed up than usual. He spares a moment to run his hand through Hawks' hair, figuring it must feel extra miserable to have a fever and be damp. Once Dabi's deemed him dry enough, he nudges him back towards the bedroom. "C'mon birdie, let's get you dressed." And himself. He needs his dick put away already.
Hawks nods as they walk, and pauses to sneeze, bringing his hand up too late to really do anything to cover the spray. He at least manages to not stumble. “Sorry,” he mumbles, sniffling and shivering again, swearing his feathers puff up from the movement.
"Nothing to apologize for." And he means it, Dabi knows he shouldn't be so willing to be this close to Hawks while he's so sick, even if the sex was more than worth it. He can't bring himself to care, especially not when Hawks is looking so sad and miserable. He guides Hawks to the bed, sitting him down in his bundle of towels while Dabi goes to rummage through his drawers for some clean clothes. He pulls out a set of what looks like pajamas, grabbing an extra pair for himself. When Hawks still looks cold, Dabi grabs his hoodie from earlier and helps him into it.
Hawks feels utterly useless as Dabi dresses him. It takes a while for him to notice that Dabi’s grabbed a second set of clothes for himself. Is he staying then? Or did he just want to change into something clean before leaving. He can’t bring himself to ask, knowing it’ll sound pathetic. It’s not really like them to spend nights together just for the sake of it.
Dabi's really starting to worry how sullen and withdrawn Hawks is. Is he feeling even worse? "Hey. You ok?" He asks, voice softer than he'll ever admit if Hawks asks later. The hero is still looking stuffy and glassy-eyed. Ugh. Ok, it's not like he's got anything he needs to do elsewhere. He sits down, raking his hand through Hawks' hair once more, trying to get rid of any residual dampness.
Hawks nods, not trusting his voice to come out evenly right now. He goes to take a steadying breath and ends up coughing again. Somehow he hadn’t anticipated feeling this miserable. Usually when he gets a cold he’s just sniffly for a few days and it goes away.
Alright, so definitely not okay. Dabi rests his hand on the middle of Hawks' back, warming it as he coughs. "Got any medicine, birdie?" He asks once it's finished.
Is he…is he supposed to? Probably. But no, he does not. Hawks shakes his head, looking anywhere but at Dabi. He really should’ve planned for this better, and now he’s probably going to be alone and get sicker. He truly can’t remember the last time he’d had a fever. What a mess. He’d thought things were going a little too well.
Dabi is barely able to keep his insults to himself. He's an idiot. He's a moron. He's a feather brained walking chicken nugget. He doesn't even want to know when Hawks had last eaten. And more than an energy bar or coffee. He groans. "Stay here," he says, leaving no room for protest. Stalking around the hero's apartment, Dabi only comes back to the bedroom after he's found everything he wants and dumps it onto the bed to be sorted. Water bottles are set on the nightstand along with a new (and the last ) box of tissues, blankets from the living room are splayed across the bed, and an empty mug with a tea bag are set down as well.
Hawks watches blankly as Dabi throws a bunch of stuff on his bed. “What’s all this?” he asks, gesturing vaguely. His head aches too much to make sense of this all.
Dabi raises an eyebrow. Isn't it obvious? "Things you're going to need while you rest," he states, giving a pointed look and daring Hawks to try and argue. "Starting with this," he adds, handing him one of the many water bottles. Hawks' apartment lacked a lot of the things he wanted, but this will do for now. "Drink some of that and then you're taking a nap."
Oh? Hawks takes the bottle from his hand and takes a few sips. “I’m not tired, though,” Hawks lies, capping the bottle. He’d much rather spend some more time with Dabi. It’s at least a distraction from feeling sick, even if Dabi doesn’t want another round.
Dabi shoots as murderous of a glare as he can. "You. Are. Napping," he corrects. For emphasis, he joins Hawks in bed and gets under the covers, looking at the hero expectantly. He even gives a pointed look towards the pillows.
Hawks looks between the pillows and Dabi’s scowl. He decides to lie down next to him, almost groaning from the effort. “Are you napping with me?” Hawks asks.
Dabi had very much wished that would be an unspoken thing, but he should've known better. Especially with Hawks being the king of speaking. "I will nap with, after you're asleep," he clarifies. No way he's going to fall asleep first, Hawks is exactly the type of workaholic to try and do shit instead of resting when he so clearly needs it.
“Okayyy,” Hawks says. He turns to try and find a comfortable position. Usually he sleeps on his stomach, but it just feels awful right now with the return of the congestion. He groans and maneuvers to his side with the hopes that’ll be better. It’s really not.
Dabi watches Hawks shift around and make disgruntled noises for all of 3 minutes before he caves. "C'mere," he says, sitting himself up slightly and pulling Hawks over so that he's lying on his back and slightly nestled into Dabi's side. "Elevation will help," he mumbles by way of explanation.
Hawks freezes for a split second before leaning into Dabi. That. Yeah, that definitely feels better. “Thanks.” Dabi is so warm. He sniffles again, and it feels like some of the pressure has released now that he’s sitting up, but that runny feeling is starting to make his nose tickle, and of course it’s going to tickle so much now that he’s so close to Dabi.
Dabi hums, he can't complain either, the position is nice. Even if he does feel awkward and out of place holding Hawks like this. He reaches over and brings the tissue box closer, handing one to Hawks when he starts getting all sniffly again. Better for both of their sakes if he blows his nose instead of sniffling.
Hawks accepts the tissue and blows his nose somewhat sheepishly. It’s not enough to dispel the tickle and if anything worsens it’s somehow and he pitched forward into it with another few sneezes. “ hhkschhu! Ihhtsshhu! …HHh-hhihhSSHHiew! ”
This was a mistake. An absolutely horrible mistake. Now Dabi can feel every hitched breath, every stuttering sound, and literally feel each time Hawks sneezes. Some of the spray escaped the tissue and misted his arm and yeah, Dabi's gonna die a horny, horny death. "Bless," he says, reaching for another tissue to pass the hero. At least he's got underwear on.
“Thangks. Are you sure y’wandda nap?” Hawks asks upon feeling something distinctly poking into him. He takes the second tissue and attempts to blow his nose again, this time with limited results.
Dabi flashes an exasperated look. "Positive. Now go the fuck to sleep before I put a pillow between us," he grumbles, pulling the covers and blankets up and over Hawks' stupid face.
Hawks smiles and leans back into Dabi’s warm body. If he’s being honest, he is pretty tired. “G’night,” he mumbles. It’s nowhere near night, but it might as well be.
Dabi lets out a long-winded sigh. At least Hawks seems to fall asleep fairly quickly. Only once he's sure that the hero's out does he allow himself to openly stare at the man. His nose is getting pinker still, even his cupid's bow is starting to look raw and irritated. Soft stuffy snores come past his lips and Dabi is decidedly not charmed by it, thank you very much. The fact that Hawks is leaning towards Dabi's shoulder instead of the much more likely to be comfy pillow is doing things to Dabi's insides that he really doesn't want to think about. It's only midafternoon, but Dabi's got nowhere to be and Hawks is sleep deprived even on a good day, so he's more than willing to strong arm them both into a nap. Eventually he's able to settle, and he's napping lightly next to the hero.