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If there was anyone that could get Hawks to slow down for a few moments, it was Dabi. Dabi was always good at distracting him, at turning his focus to something else.
Some snarky comment (or some endearing one). A shove to his shoulder (or a pull on his hip). A challenge (or a- well, a challenge). Dabi knew exactly how to provoke Hawks in all the most infuriating of ways (and all the most tantalizing, too).
And today, that 'something' else was made very clear as Dabi's pants were already down to the middle of his thighs. That 'something' was what Hawks knew would be seven thick inches deliciously decorated with metal studs between Dabi's parted legs as he lounged on Hawks' sofa like he belonged there - one hand draped lazily over his dick, covering himself.
Even Hawks' restlessness, spurred from intrusive and destructive thoughts, took a back seat when Dabi bared himself. The catch of light, that wicked little glint of metal, always captured Hawks' attention.
Dabi's amused chuckle at the moment shouldn't have made Hawks' cock twitch in his pants, but it did. He stepped towards him before Dabi could even say, "Come here, little bird."
Slipping between Dabi's legs was easy; dropping to his knees felt like second nature at this pont. Even while his brain was arguing with him, comments from the last meeting with his handler scratching at his insecurities, making him feel inferior, making him feel like he had to be better, stronger, faster, smarter - because who he was now wasn't enough, would never be enough. He was never good enough. Always a failure. Always–
Dabi's touch was both a shock - bringing his thoughts snapping back to the here and now - and soothing balm. Hawks' cheeks warmed a little, realizing he'd been caught, and he leant into his touch.
Dabi's voice, low and raspy, but nonetheless commanding, broke through the quiet. "Need you here."
"I'm here," Hawks was quick to reply, hands curling behind Dabi's knees, tongue flicking out against his lower lip to show he'd been paying attention, that he knew what was requested of him, that he wanted it, too. He's more than ready for it. Desires it. Needs it.
A stapled cheek pulled, lips shifting into a smirk. "Yeah, you are here, my pretty little dove." Fingers smoothed from Hawks' cheek and through unkempt golden locks, the graze of fingers against his scalp gentle. Again and again, soft passes of fingers swept through his hair, and Hawks' cooed as his eyes fell closed, focusing only on that repetition until those fingers curled tightly and guided.
Hawks opened his eyes once more, watching his target grow closer as he went willingly, lips parting to take Dabi's dick into his mouth. It didn't even matter that he wasn't fully hard yet. Hawks adjusted his legs as he relaxed, humming around his semi-hardened length.
Dabi's fingers caressed through his hair as he sighed, voice coming out warm and smoky. "There you go. So warm and soft. Mmm, you feel really nice."
Hawks closed his eyes again; he kept breathing steadily through his nose, his hands brushing against Dabi's thighs and hips, fingers stretching and splaying, rubbing affectionate little circles against his hip, anything and everything to keep communicating how good all of this was since his mouth was otherwise occupied.
Dabi appreciated it; every sweep of a thumb, every graze of a nail, every content little sigh and muffled warble as he stroked through Hawks' hair and lavished him with gentle affection. Hawks responded, was always responsive, as his wings gave a little flutter, as his tongue brushed against the underside of Dabi's cock, against the piercings, giving him a soft suck as he pulled back.
As good as that felt, it wasn't time for that. Not yet.
Dabi lifted his hips, just enough to press Hawks' face back, completely against his pelvis, nose against trimmed hair, holding him there for a moment. A reminder he didn't have to voice. Hawks' fingers clenched at his thighs, but otherwise he relaxed over him - message received - before Dabi sat back and resumed petting his head. "Perfect… so good for me. Now keep being a good boy, and I'll give you exactly what you want, birdie. I'll take care of you in all the ways no one else can," he promised.
Hawks' reply came out muffled, reverberating through Dabi's length, before he gave a soft nuzzle against his thigh and then simply remained.
Dabi smiled, knowing that he had Hawks fully invested. There was just something about this– arrangement of theirs that Dabi really thrived off of. He refused to think about it too deeply, to give it a name. That would make it too real, when really the only thing that mattered was that he had the pretty little hero all alone, finding quiet bliss with his cock in his mouth.
Dabi pulled out his phone and started sending out orders, making sure his entire night was free. Making sure everyone clearly understood to leave him the fuck alone. The hand in Hawks' hair remained gentle throughout, blunt nails soothing over his scalp, fingers briefly tightening and giving attentive little tugs to increase blood flow before soothing across his tingling scalp again. Dabi had to bite his lip to keep himself quiet and focused as Hawks made happy little sounds around his cock.
Then his thumb brushed against feathery baby hairs. The warm, pleased sigh that left Hawks and fanned over Dabi's inner thigh and balls sent a shiver down his spine that he had to repress. Swallowing back a noise, he licked at his lips, watching him for a moment. "You like that?"
A soft whimper, "Mhmm."
"Yeah, you do…" Dabi rasped. Warm fingers reached, caressing Hawks' cheek and continuing their path back into his wild hair. He cupped the back of Hawks' head and shifted, rocking into his mouth more.
The moan that Hawks gave him sounded so filthy, his hardening cock twitched in the warmth of him. "Not yet," he reminded them both before settling back again. His fingers resumed, stroking Hawks like he was a good little pet, giving him the attention and praise he deserved.
And holy hell, how receptive Hawks was to it. He never thought that he'd be into something like this, to be used in this way… but to not feel used. The way Dabi caressed him was the most tender he'd been handled in years and it felt so fucking good. Even when Dabi grew harder and his lips had to stretch wider to accommodate and he started to lightly drool around him, those fingers remained warm and steady. Appreciative.
He swallowed around him, tongue pressing up against the metal studs briefly as he did, and Dabi gasped, fingers tightening. But Hawks didn't try his luck any further. He had always been a fast learner, and he'd done this dance enough with the villain for him to know the wait was worth it. Dabi's fingers scratched and soothed and Hawks' eyes closed again, his breath steadying out through his nose as tiny pleased warbles and hums caught in his throat, nowhere to go but through the length lodged in his mouth.
He wasn't sure how much time passed, lost in the hazy pleasure, but Dabi finally set his phone down and then turned his full attention to him. "Aren't you a sight…"
And Hawks wished he could see; simple pictures weren't enough. Sure, they captured what he saw, but not how he saw the man. And Hawks wanted to know what Dabi had discovered that made him look at him with such a soft burning gaze, that made his fingers caress him like he was fragile, even when he knew he was anything but.
Hawks knew this looked… depraved, but the way Dabi touched and cooed at him, no matter how escalated things got, was the furthest thing from depravity. It was the closest thing to love he'd ever felt (and maybe that in itself was a problem, but that was neither here nor there).
That was why he wished he could see what Dabi did, so he could maybe believe it was all true.
"You're so pretty down there," Dabi nearly purred, slowly shifting his hips up, rocking out and then in, teasing the head of his cock against the soft palate at the back of Hawks' mouth as he settled again. "Been doing so good for me, haven't you my little dove?"
Dabi had never shunned any of his avian qualities. Teased and mocked him for some, sure, but he never made him feel guilty for having them. Hawks was happy to share them, pleased by the way Dabi received him. Pleased when he called him dove or songbird or nightingale. Pleased when Dabi preened his feathers. Pleased when he touched them so gently, nearly reverent of them. So Hawks could've controlled the proud little fluff of his wings, but he didn't. The bird part of him wanted to make him happy.
Dabi grinned, gliding warm fingers back through Hawks' hair, capturing his attention as they locked eyes. "That's right, and now you get what you've been wanting since you knelt before me and opened that pretty mouth of yours… show me what you've got, birdie," Dabi said, his expression full of challenge, knowing that Hawks would rise to take it.
And he did.
Hawks' cheeks flushed even more as he started to bob his head, pulling back enough to swallow properly before descending upon him without hesitation. He took the entirety of him over and over, slowly, enjoying the weight of him, teasing every rung on his ladder with a wriggle of his tongue. With the noises that pulled from Dabi, how could he not indulge and enjoy that he was the one responsible for them? After all, no one got to see Dabi like this but him, and there was some pride he took in knowing that.
Hawks' cheeks pulled in as he drew back, eyes turning up to find Dabi's smoldering gaze as the tip of his tongue dipped into the slit and rubbed against the stud before twirling around the head of him.
'Eyes that blue should be a crime itself,' Hawks thought as he suckled and licked him. 'Eyes like your fire. Devour me. Burn me alive.'
He must have looked some kind of way because Dabi smirked, and looked every bit as dangerous and promising as he knew the villain to be. "You like the way I taste, do you?"
Hawks nodded as he swallowed, lips suckling the tip as he gave a shift of his hips, trying to find some kind of friction to ease his own ache.
"Soon…" Dabi assured him. "We've got all night. First thing's first -" he crooned, his thumb caressing over Hawks' cheek.
The implications of the promise made Hawks warm even more, a soft whimper catching in his throat as he swallowed Dabi down again and again, the pace increasing.
Dabi closed his eyes as his head tipped back, fingers tangling in Hawks' thick hair. His mouth felt so damn amazing, too insanely good to be attached to a hero and not a porn star. Even if Hawks certainly sounded like one, slurping and whimpering around him, giving him some of, if not the best, head of his life. Hawks took every inch he had to offer then, moaning around him as his tongue stretched and wriggled out to lick at Dabi's balls. Oh shit! The villain cursed, low and incoherently as his fingers tightened against Hawks' scalp. Okay, definitely the best head ever.
Dabi looked down at his lap, at the flush of Hawks' cheeks so deep his ears were pink, too, and he could make out the smattering of freckles from here. His gaze faltered for a moment, vision swimming deliciously as Hawks sucked him with shallow, lazy bobs of his head, keeping him in the back of his throat.
Dabi groaned as he swept his fingers through Hawks' hair, brushing it aside so he could see his face better. "Fuck birdie… you were made for sucking cock weren't you?" he rasped out, and Hawks answered in kind, warbling around him. Made for sucking your cock.
Dabi's thighs quivered at the wave of pleasure that pulsed hotly through him. He gripped golden hair to keep his fingers from shaking from it, too, and he tugged. "Hawks…"
His head lifted and- fuck, he looked so beautiful, with those friction red, slick spread lips, saliva slipping down as Dabi couldn't control himself and rocked up into the glorious heat of him. Hawks' honey gold eyes had blown wide and pinned to him, saying all he couldn't. Dabi was certainly listening.
"You greedy little bird," he murmured before lifting his hips again, thrusting into his mouth. He played directly into Hawks' hand, the hero practically melting, turning into putty for Dabi to mold and use as he saw fit.
Scarred hands guided Hawks' face down to meet the upward rock of his hips, again and again. Hawks went with the flow enthusiastically, his wings fluttering as he gripped onto Dabi's thighs, encouraging him for more, to keep going, moaning around him. Heavily lidded cerulean eyes still watched - still hungry, still burning - etching every line of Hawks' wrecked expression into memory. How eager his birdie was, how good, how obedient… to take every inch and still want more.
Dabi gasped out, his entire body shuddering as his hips quickened, as Hawks kept tugging him close. The sounds coming from the hero's mouth were too lewd, too wet, but Dabi couldn't slow down, couldn't stop.
But that was exactly how Hawks loved it on nights like this, slick and vulgar, his jaw tired while his cock strained and leaked, ached for more. Those beautiful little words that stuttered and fell from Dabi's lips heightened Hawks' own arousal, evidence of it spreading and staining his pants darker.
"Fuck," Dabi sighed, the sound biting off into a low growl. "You're gonna make me cum…" Scarlet proudly fluffed and fluttered and Dabi chuckled, the sound gravelly and broken. "Take it. Every. Last. Drop," he ordered breathlessly before groaning, his hands keeping Hawks' head shoved down as he bucked against him, emptying himself as he grinded his hips against his mouth.
Hawks swallowed and swallowed, vision hot and blurry. He attempted to steady himself, shaky hands on Dabi's equally shaky thighs, and tried to remember how to breathe.
When Dabi came back to himself, it was to find that he'd slipped from Hawks' lips, and his hands were petting Hawks' head and face as he rested against scarred thighs. His mouth was working on auto, calling him a good boy, telling him exactly how good he'd felt, that he was the best, he was perfect. So, so, so perfect… Dabi made sure there was no room for doubt in Hawks' pretty little head.
Hawks felt sort of like he was waking up from a dream; he was still warm all over, and those hands felt like they were everywhere - caressing and careful and soothing. He'd sell whatever he thought he had left of his soul to make them never stop touching him, to linger and leisure in the sweet smoky haze draped over him.
But Hawks didn't have anything to sell; what was his, he'd already given to Dabi long ago, but couldn't say it aloud. In some ways, he thought Dabi already knew it, too. He had to have.
Those soothing fingers passed through his hair and gently tugged. "You good, birdie?"
Hawks blinked at him, slow and steady, purposefully.
"Need your words."
I'm fuckin good. So good. I promise. "M'good," he muttered in reply, just to make Dabi happy.
Which did the trick because Dabi pushed his fingers through Hawks' hair again, tilting his head this time just enough to gain eye contact. "Yeah, you are. My good little birdie… waiting for his turn..." Dabi traced his lips with his thumb. "And I know you're still so hard for me, aren't you?" he asked sweetly, fully expecting an answer like he didn't know it already. Dabi liked to hear it; that was just the kind of guy he was.
Hawks nodded, his cock twitching against his pants again, and fuck if he didn't get them off soon he was going to explode. "I am… I'm so fucking hard, Dabi, I need to-"
But Dabi cut him off with a firm press of his finger to Hawks' lips. "I know what you need… take them off, take it all off. Let me see you."
Hawks was quick to follow through, eager to be out of his clothes and that much closer to feeling Dabi against him. He knew he was blushing, could feel the heat in his face, as he stood and the proof of his arousal was incredibly obvious. He was all too happy to rid himself of the wet restriction of his pants. Then his wings pulled in, the bulk of his feathers shed, all in one fluid motion that had his shirt coming off to join the discarded clothing.
Dabi's eyes were fixed to him the entire time, taking in every flex of lean muscle, shamelessly eyeing his prize. He loved the way that tanned skin looked and couldn't wait to have him. Hawks was gorgeous, and he'd be a blind man to argue otherwise. But best of all, Hawks was his and Dabi knew it, and that made him even sexier in his eyes.
Hawks let his gaze slowly roam over Dabi's body, still mostly clothed, his eyes unable to resist traveling over his half-hard dick. How unfair. Arousal flared again in his gut, responding to the heat of Dabi's stare.
Pleased as Hawks stood before him stark naked, cock leaking, Dabi grinned. "Now come here."
Hawks stepped closer, stopping as Dabi's hand came up and pressed to his stomach. "Sucking me off got you this desperate, huh?" he asked lightly, his fingers gliding down the v-cut of Hawks' hips, amused by the way his cock twitched. "I bet you'd do anything to cum right now," his voice lowered as his mouth drew closer to Hawks' dick, fingers trailing to brush his inner thigh.
Hawks knew he was fucking teasing him, that he was on the edge, but Dabi was right, he would do anything. "Please," he gasped out, nerve endings on fire and lighting up under his touch. "You already know I would…"
That was enough for Dabi, a smug smile in place as he leant back to take stock of him again. "Back on your knees." He stretched his leg a little and then planted it firmly on the floor, letting it slope down.
Hawks hadn't missed the motion and he held his gaze as he lowered himself. He paused once on his knees, lightly wetting his lips. "How do you-"
"Use me, well, use my leg. You wanna cum so bad, then take what you need to get you there little bird."
Hawks blushed when the toe of Dabi's boot lifted and fell, like a finger beckoning him forward. Hawks shifted, sitting astride his leg, feeling the round toe of his boot on his ass and looking up to find Dabi smiling at him, eyes curious and hungry. "Only one rule: You can't use your hands to touch yourself, only me."
Hawks pouted but nodded."Understood." Still being able to touch Dabi was doable, more than agreeable, he figured as he gripped the back of his calf, fingers curling in the material of his pants. He shifted his knees again and gave an experimental roll of his hips. A little rough but not unpleasant, and gods, the friction was nice.
A little thrum of pleasure rippled through him so he adjusted himself and rocked his hips again. Better. A soft sigh parted his lips as slowly his hips worked against Dabi's leg. A soft sway as his cock rubbed against a particular fold of his pants just right had his eyes slipping closed. Hawks hummed as he chased the sensation, his breath hitching, when too much pressure had finally shifted the fabric and the feeling lightened.
Dabi could almost see the moment it happened, too, the way Hawks' brow went from lifting to a furrow, a harsher gasp leaving him. He shifted again and Dabi couldn't stop himself. "Do you need some help? "
Hawks huffed a little, wings fluttering behind him. "You'd probably tie my hands behind my back or something. I appreciate the offer, Firefly, but I got this." Then to prove his point, he rutted against Dabi's leg, a stuttering breath leaving him. So caught in the wave of desirous warmth and chasing after it, that Hawks missed the flush to the healthy skin on Dabi's face at the nickname.
Dabi tilted his head, watched as Hawks kept pushing against him, finding a sweet spot, then another angle, hips rocking and rolling. He watched as sun-kissed cheeks darkened, and sweat started to sheen across his forehead. Soft moans and aborted warbles parted his lips between breaths and it took all of Dabi's willpower to keep from hauling his birdie up into his lap to sit on his hardening cock.
Hawks' breathing fell more harshly, fingers curling tightly into Dabi's pants. Humping and grinding against him was still rough against his heated flesh, but firm enough in the right places to provide the friction he craved.
Dabi reached forward, cupping his face. "Yeah, is that the spot?" He smiled at the nod he received, the heat in those honeyed eyes that turned them molten. "You look incredible," he praised easily. "So sexy chasing after what you want, what makes you feel good…" Hawks whimpered, hips stuttering before they quickened and Dabi groaned, watching him in fascination as his thumb slipped between Hawks' still swollen lips - and was welcomed with a greedy suck. "That's it…" Show me…"
Hawks had no idea what he was doing anymore, just following that urge inside him - the one that guided his hips, that had him trembling and sucking harder, that made pride swell into liquid heat as Dabi growled out a curse.
"Fuck yes… cum for me, Hawks. Just let go."
Listening to those wants and urges had been so easy. But the avenue given for his outlet left Hawks not quite satisfied, unable to push beyond the boundary and into something greater. He was wound so tightly, letting go now felt almost impossible. He still needed more; it wasn't quite enough.
It took Hawks a moment to register that the broken sound was him, and it was because the friction of Dabi's pants had shifted again, his hips slowing to a lazy grind as he tried to catch his breath. Those same fucking glorious fingers were back, soothing through his hair.
Dabi's voice was thick, smoky, blanketing him. "What do you need?"
Hawks tugged on his pants, pressing further into his touch, knuckles aching. "Dabi, I'm close… I can't…"
"But you can," Dabi insisted. "Do what I told you. You can take it for your-"
Hawks gripped his wrist and tugged him down toward him, stealing a kiss that he so badly wanted right now. Breathing harshly through his nose, he took the moment to try to steady himself, to relish in the fact that Dabi was kissing back - as hot and intense as only the flame user could be - before his lower lip was nibbled on, hard. "Didn't say I couldn't kiss you," Hawks argued as he pulled back, moaning as he rubbed back against his boot.
"No, I didn't," Dabi conceded with a grin. "Still waiting on you, dove."
Hawks started to shift back away from Dabi's leg, pausing as he felt his lover squeeze his wrist.
"What are you doing?" Dabi asked curiously.
"Using you, like you said," Hawks replied as he shifted back more, spreading his knees wider. Dabi's boot was smooth and sturdy and Hawks trilled in pleasure as he grinded against it; the push and pull against the underside of his cock was glorious. The texture felt nice, different, after grinding against his pants. Not having to worry about the firmness giving way to the excitement of his hips, Hawks thought maybe he could finally get somewhere.
Hawks rocked his hips back and forth, experimenting and then exploiting the angle he'd found, sighing out as finally enough precum leaked out for him to slide against. He trembled slightly and flexed his shoulders before curling a hand over Dabi's knee. "Nngh, that's better."
Dabi couldn't ask for a better view of him rutting against the toe of his boot. The flex of muscle in that firm ass with each thrust of his body, the tight little quivering of his wings, the look of utter bliss that passed across his face. He knew Hawks looked similar riding his cock, and imagining it now made him moan softly, but Dabi was always so focused on driving them to the edge that he rarely got to sit and enjoy the sight before him now, to notice smaller things. Little things that always remained with Dabi after - like the peek of tongue at the corner of Hawks' mouth, teeth pressing in as his hips beared down and his grind quickened.
"Dabi… fuck, it feels good!" Hawks gasped out.
"Yeah, it does. Go on, take all you want. Make it yours." He encouraged, his touch ghosting along the side of Hawks' neck, sliding to cradle his face so he could keep watching the sultry expressions that passed over it.
Hawks felt the heat in him flare up. He couldn't look away even if he'd wanted to. He was sure Dabi's boot was slick with pre for how easily he thrusted against him. The rub felt incredible, pulses of pleasure going through him that made his entire body quiver. "Dabi… Dabi, please-"
"Yeah? You ready to cum for me?"
He nodded as he rocked against him. "Need it… need you…" he cooed.
"Right here, you got me. I'm all yours, pretty bird." He held out his other hand to him in offering and Hawks quickly took it with his free one, clasping their hands together and squeezing as he moaned. The fingers curled over Dabi's knee tightened.
Dabi shifted the hand on his cheek, securing his hold. "Come on, Hawks, show me what it takes to get you off, to make you cum all over me. Let me watch you fall apart…"
Hawks' whine turned into a warble and Dabi could feel the tremble in his grip. "So fucking close… that's it. That's it. Be my good little dove and take it. Cum for me," he growled out.
Hawks' head tried to tip forward but Dabi's fingers tightened, holding him right where he could watch. Hawks couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and they fluttered close before squeezing tightly. His mouth opened for a chittering moan as what feathers remained fluffed and flared. His body went taut, balls drawing up as he finally, finally, spent himself. A small quake went through his body as his hips jerked and continued to slowly grind against Dabi's boot, working himself through the high of orgasm.
Dabi had never seen anything more gorgeous than the trembling man before him. Hawks was attractive, but Hawks in the middle of a brain tingling orgasm was even more so. He pulled him closer, claiming his mouth with a harsh kiss, tongue licking and exploring and drawing out every bit of oxygen Hawks had left. They were both gasping for breath when Dabi finally relinquished him.
Hawks leant forward, his head resting on Dabi's knee. He still felt hot all over, body still coming down. A chirp lodged itself in his throat as he felt fingers across his scalp again. He cracked his eyes open, frowning a bit at the pools of cum. That was going to be a mess. "Your boot is gross now," he murmured.
"It can be cleaned," Dabi replied simply. "That was pretty hot, the way your wings fluttered when you came. I like seeing you enjoying yourself."
He let out a soft laugh, turning his head so he could look up at him. "I always enjoy myself when I'm with you."
Impossibly blue eyes shined down at him. Promise?
Hawks smiled at him, his wings giving a little flap to help him up so he could kiss him again. Promise. "But I think I'd enjoy it more if we could go to the bedroom…" His stomach made a sound that promptly made a different heat rush to his cheeks. "And maybe order some take out."
Dabi's expression said what he didn't have to. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked, more fondly than irritated.
Hawks grinned, looking more shy, more like him and not the Hero persona that the entire country fawned over. His shoulders and wings lifted together in a shrug. "Hopefully take me to bed and get naked and join me until food comes?"
And how could Dabi refuse him when those pretty honey eyes looked at him with such hopeful expectations? It was unfair how a look could make him crumble, a thought he'd revisit later. But for now–
Dabi stood, pulling Hawks with him, expression turning mischievous as he slotted their fingers together and started to tug him away from the couch and down the hall. "Sounds like fun. I'm hungry, too, so make sure to order enough."
"Wait, my phone–" he tried.
But Dabi kept pulling him along. "I wonder how many times I can make you cum before the food gets here. Or if I should make you not cum until after you've eaten. You need food, birdbrain, and I'm going to find a way to make that click in your head."
Okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea, but Hawks couldn't backtrack now. "We could just… you know… have sex," he offered, hopeful.
Dabi grinned at him, staples pulling his cheeks. The intensity in his gaze alone made that knot in Hawks' stomach return, tightening pleasantly. "Oh, we're gonna do plenty of that, dove, I promise."
Hawks could've stopped it, but he went as Dabi pushed him onto the bed. His eyes trailed over patched together skin as Dabi started to fully undress, his cock already hard again. Gods, Hawks wanted that inside him so badly. Knowing that Dabi meant business, he sent a few feathers to collect his phone.
He barely caught the device as Dabi finished stripping and pushed him back, a predatory glimmer in his eyes as he started to kiss and bite across Hawks' pecs. "Get to orderin'."
Hawks sucked in a breath, opening one of his delivery apps. He didn't even pay attention to which one or to which restaurant he was placing the order. It was a little hard to concentrate with the way Dabi sucked and nibbled on his nipples, with how his fingers - hot, hot fingers - grazed his sensitive length.
Chicken. Rice. Noodles. Vegetables (so Dabi didn't complain about the carb heavy meal). Sauces. Drinks. Hawks quickly clicked add for each one and then paid. He hoped he got enough. He dropped the phone aside with a moan, his gaze turning down to meet bright azure as long fingers circled and stroked.
"How long we got?" he asked.
"Uh…" It took a moment for Hawks to connect the dots and remember (look, Dabi was just that good at short-circuiting his brain, okay). "Thirty to forty minutes?"
Dabi's smile in response made Hawks' entire body tingle. He was so screwed. He was so looking forward to it.
"Perfect. Let's see what you got in the meantime."
And as Dabi reached for him, Hawks could only hope that they'd even remember the food in thirty to forty. Dabi was always satisfying enough.