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Hawks, in all fairness, would call himself a pretty controlled guy. His missions came first, his desires and wants came last, if he had enough time to think about them at all, yet somewhere between meeting Dabi and springs arrival, that control had gone straight out of the window.
He tried to ignore the nagging want, the heat pooling in his gut that sent him dizzy each time Dabi even spoke, that rough, deep voice sending sparks up his spine and making his cock harden at the worst times.
Dabi probably knew, especially with the way he teased him. He was too smart for his own good, strong and smart, a dangerous combination.
Hawks, flushed and sweaty and miserable, couldn't take it for much longer, his leg bouncing under the table as ReDestro just kept talking and talking and talking, driving him fucking mad.
Dabi kept glancing at him, and Hawks was about two seconds away from screaming or ripping his jacket and shirt off, his flight shirt absolutely suffocating, tight against his too hot body
His body was throbbing with need, worse than previous years, worse than ever, actually. It was always an annoyance, but never a hindrance like this.
He'd coped just fine previous years, working as usual and then jacking himself off a few times once he got home, before going on about his life - simple as that.
Something about this year was making him mental.
Dabi's eyes on him weren't helping, but equally, he couldn't deal with his gaze studying anyone else. Even when Dabi looked at ReDestro, fucking ReDestro, it set Hawks off.
He didn't even know what they were talking about anymore, currently doing a horrible job of being a spy, but all of his attention was going into keeping his wings and feathers under control, just dying to let them puff up and spread out in an attempt to impress the villain beside him.
Dabi raised an eyebrow at Hawks, maybe at the bouncing of his leg, studying him as he slowly met the villain's gaze. They held it for a few moments before Dabi looked down, the realisation suddenly dawning on him.
He grinned, staples stretching even further as Hawks grabbed his hand and dragged it under the table and onto his thigh, relatively out of sight in the dark room.
Dabi's hand immediately wrapped around it, squeezing his upper thigh while Hawks tried to look anywhere else, at the table, at the board, at his blank computer screen.
It became increasingly harder as Dabi moved his hand upwards, barely an inch, squeezing and rubbing circles into his inner thigh, yet still nowhere near enough with fabric inbetween them.
Hawks had to bite on his own tongue, immediately tasting copper as Dabi, with all of his reckless abandon, suddenly palmed his crotch through his trousers. He watched Hawks closely, watched him trying not to squirm as he grabbed onto his crotch with a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face.
At least someone was having fun.
"Birdie." Dabi whispered, almost purred, sending a shiver up Hawks' spine.
"Shut up." He hissed back, quiet as possible.
Dabi hummed and grabbed Hawks harder while he breathed deeply through his nose, eyebrows furrowed and his cock twitching in Dabi's hold, already uncomfortably hard and leaking precum.
This had to be his most shameful moment, even worse than when he flew into a billboard, but god it felt so good. The secrecy of it all, how scandalous it was, the fear of getting caught, all of them making Hawks' heart thud impossibly fast in his chest, rabbit paced to the point it almost ached.
He smiled, not innocent, because Dabi didn't do innocent, more of a teasing thing as he moved his hand upwards, nails lightly dragging over his lower stomach and through his thick, blonde happy trail.
He wanted to get off so badly, he could, if he let himself go, but there wasn't a chance in hell that he could conceal such desperate noises when he came.
Dabi knew how to make him cry.
Hawks held onto Dabi's wrist, still biting his lip to stop himself from groaning or something even more embarrassing like chirping.
He could feel it in the back of his throat, more intense than it had been in years.
"That's it for today. Regiment leaders, begin making your training plans for the upcoming week." ReDestro flicked the projector off, the room momentarily being engulfed in darkness, and Hawks could have truly cried in relief.
He needed Dabi, alone in a room more than he'd ever needed anything else.
The villains slowly began to filter out of the room, Hawks didn't move, didn't think he could, especially with Dabi's hand still palming his dick while his face displayed a nonchalant boredom.
Bastard.
"Dabi.." He murmured as the last few villains disappeared out of the room, nudging his foot against Dabi's and sighing softly at the fondling. He could feel the flush on his face, warm and sweaty as Dabi continued his minstrations, all before just..stopping. "Dabi c'mon-"
"You heard the guy, there's work to do."
"Since when do you listen to orders?" It was to tease him, that was all it fucking was, and Hawks dropped his head against the table. "I'll go jack off somewhere if you're not gonna help. Maybe your shower - your bedroom."
When he moved his head to the side slightly, he could see the glint in the villain's eyes.
"Get off on my boot."
"What?"
"You heard me." He pushed his swivel chair back slightly, making enough room for Hawks to fit infront of it and just watching him through beautiful, lidded eyes.
Hawks' cock throbbed at the suggestion, nails digging into the wood of the table.
"And if you're good, maybe I'll fuck you afterwards."
At that, Hawks sent a feather to shut the door - not lock it, because keeping it unlocked only made the whole thing more exciting, and sank down infront of Dabi and onto his thick, black boot.
He looked down at him, a slight grin tugging at his mouth, and Hawks had truly never been so enamoured with another person.
Before Dabi, he'd slept with a few people, sure, the list wasn't long in fear of exposure and his own lack of interest, especially the people that the commission pushed him towards, already trying to prepare him a wife to have a family with once he was less useful, but nobody had ever made him feel the way Dabi did.
The nights he'd slept with people had been fine, discounting the honeypot missions, but never did they leave him so blissed out he felt like he was floating in the clouds, only scarred lips pressing against his forehead tethering him down.
He couldn't just go back to normal sex with normal people after experiencing it with Dabi.
Dabi, mister "there's work to do", didn't so much as even look at his laptop, the thing pushed to the side in favour of staring down at Hawks as he slowly began to grind against his boot.
He grunted and groaned at the friction, even if it still wasn't enough, nowhere near enough.
"Harder."
Hawks grinded against Dabi harder at his words, breath hitching at the back of his throat and his sharper than usual nails digging into the flesh of his thighs, hard enough that Dabi cursed under his breath.
He couldn't take the heat much longer, shucking his warm flight coat off that was meant for flying high in the clouds rather than grinding on your villain contact's shoe like a damn animal.
"Shit..mmh-" A broken moan tore from his throat before he could even think about swallowing it down, Dabi pressing the heel of his boot upwards and against Hawks' sensitive cock.
"You're like a dog in heat."
"Please." He held on tighter, not even knowing what he was asking for.
"I've never seen you so desperate."
"It's spring." Hawks growled into his knee, as if that cleared everything up, still rutting and frotting against him.
"Spring makes you horny? What, is it mating season or something?"
"Well, yeah-" He flushed a slightly darker pink, but it didn't stop him, only made him chase his pleasure harder and faster. "But never..ah- this bad.."
"Huh." Dabi kept looking down at him, a million thoughts seemingly running through his head that Hawks couldn't even begin to decipher. "Cum on my boot and I'll fuck you."
"Dabi please-"
"No. Get yourself off."
He sort of wanted to kill him, but more than that he wanted Dabi's dick in his ass.
"I can't-" He still growled out of frustration, his temperature climbing closer to Dabi's and only rising even more as he grabbed his chin and forced his gaze upwards.
"Look at me."
Just from Dabi's words, sparks of pleasure shot up his spine and a heavy warmth sat in his stomach, that deep, raspy tone doing awful things to him.
"I can never..f-fuck- look anywhere else.."
"Should get your eyes checked, birdie."
"Don't." He half growled and half whined, trailing off into a sinful noise as he rode Dabi's boot with growing fevour, the heat in his stomach growing along with it. Even his wings were twitching and shaking, the desperation clawing up through his body.
"Mmh." Dabi hummed, and the lack of anything only made Hawks crazier.
"Ngh..shit.."
"That's it, Hawks."
Just the way that Dabi purred his name was sending Hawks closer to the edge, the warmth in his stomach growing uncomfortably hot, possibly hotter than the villain he was fucking dry humping.
"Dabi- Dabi.." He babbled again, barely making any sense. "Please- I'm gonna..fuck-"
The villain held his chin tighter, never letting Hawks break away from his intense, ocean blue gaze, even as he moaned and came in his boxers with an almost violent shiver, wracking through his body and leaving him trembling and still sitting on Dabi's boot.
Just the fabric of his boxers brushing against his dick made him whine, sensitive so soon after his orgasm.
"There. wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Shut up-" Hawks growled, still panting with more exertion than after a fight with a villain. Then again, it kind of was like a fight with a villain, a stupidly hot, cunning villain that Hawks was utterly obsessed with.
Dabi suddenly held onto his wrists, pulling him upwards in a surprisingly fast movement until he was sat on his lap instead of his boot.
"You gonna fuck me here?"
"Is that an issue?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No- nope." Hawks leant forward slightly, feeling the buldge in Dabi's trousers underneath him, hot and heavy and making his mouth even drier. "Don't care where-"
With how big Dabi spoke, Hawks could still see the pink flush to his healthy skin, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed, thinking about his next move.
It was almost cute.
Dabi's hands moved to his waist, hiking up his tight shirt to touch his skin directly, warm, slender fingers pressed into the dips of his waist.
"You gonna keep feeling me up or actually fuck me?"
"Keep running your mouth and I'll leave you here." Dabi murmured, quiet against his lips before pressing them together. He ran his tongue over Hawks' bottom lip and grinned as he immediately opened his mouth to allow him inside, his tongue pushing deeper and dragging a muffled moan from Hawks' mouth. He could feel the stupid length of Dabi's tongue, the stitches lining across it, the way he kissed like he meant it.
"Dabi." He mumbled inbetween kisses, maybe because it was the only word he could think of.
"Chill out, I've gotta stretch you first."
"Mmh-" He groaned quietly against Dabi's lips. "A-Already done."
Dabi blinked at him, before another grin tugged at his mouth and stretched his staples. "You're scandalous, birdie."
"Was thinking of you." He moaned again as Dabi trailed his hands upwards and towards his chest, teasing the hard buds of his nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
"Fuck, Hawks.."
With Dabi's hands busy, he awkwardly unbuckled his own belt and zipped his trousers down, trying to shuffle them down and out of the way. They were quickly followed by his boxers, uncomfortably sticky after his first orgasm, and a relief to finally get out of the way.
He removed his shirt, too, truthfully too warm to even think about wearing clothes.
Dabi, once he'd pulled his hands away from Hawks' chest, followed the same steps of removing his belt, then only shoving his trousers and boxers down enough to free his dick, brushing against Hawks' ass.
"Don't have lube-"
"Doesn't matter." Hawks spat on his hand - not his proudest moment, but an entirely understandable one in his opinion, then stroked the length of Dabi's pierced cock, hard and throbbing in his hand.
Immediately Dabi tensed up with a groan, almost as if he couldn't take just a single stroke of Keigo's hand, his eyes squeezing shut. "Fucking hell.."
"There..that'll do."
"Sure." Dabi grunted, shifting slightly and holding onto Hawks' hips as he hovered above him, his thigh muscles flexing and most likely gaining the villain's attention, at least if he could pull his gaze away from his ass. "Ride me better than earlier."
"I thought you were doing the work this time." Hawks huffed, but still lowered himself down so that the head of Dabi's dick was lined up with his ass, teasing the rim.
"You're the hero."
"Ugh. Shut up." He smashed their lips together again, both of their moans being muffled as Hawks sunk down lower and Dabi pushed inside of him, each inch filling him up and his piercings rubbing against his insides, the metal unnaturally hot.
It made Hawks' eyes flutter closed and his head tilt backwards slightly, his body both tensed and relaxed to allow Dabi fully inside, sheathed to the hilt a few moments later.
Hawks was sure that his body was made for Dabi, that vice versa, Dabi was made for him.
"God." His head thumped against Dabi's shoulder, his eyes still closed as his body adjusted to the stretch, all while the villain kept rubbing his back, right inbetween his wings. It was both comforting and stimulating, especially when Dabi's hands crawled up into baby feathers, almost preening his wings.
He'd never allow anybody else to do that.
"Still with me, birdie?"
"Mmh." He hummed, leaning back into the touch and urging Dabi's hands deeper into his plumage. "...gimme a second."
"Just using me to arrange your feathers?" Dabi chuckled but continued stroking through his wings, separating the feathers that were stuck together with the care that Hawks would never expect from a non heteromorph.
How, even as a villain, did he always manage to do everything right?
"Maybe, feels good."
"You're enjoying a wing massage more than my dick in your ass."
"Maybe I'm loving both." Hawks let out a hot breath against Dabi's shoulder, but he doubted that he felt it, not with his deep, extensive scarring. But what he did feel was Hawks clenching around him, a barely disguised groan coming from his mouth at the sudden movement.
It was soft and breathy, and immediately Hawks wanted to hear more.
With his thighs flexing, Hawks pulled himself up slowly, just the tip of Dabi's cock still inside him, before he dropped down. Immediately he moaned, feeling the villain twitch and lightly rock his hips into the movement while still making him do ninety nine percent of the damn work.
"Fuck, Hawks.." Dabi whispered as Hawks did the same again, bouncing on his cock as if he needed it to live.
Well, it sort of felt like that.
"Haaah.." His speed increased, and with it his intensity and desperation. "You always...ngh- fill me so well-"
Dabi hummed and leant forward slightly, almost chest to chest while Hawks wrapped his arms around his neck, giving himself that slightest bit more leverage.
"Wishing you turned over to our side sooner, hm?"
Maybe.
Maybe he wished that he'd truly turned over at all, that everything was real and Hawks could stay, could spend another night sharing a bed with the villain he was supposed to hate, his hand lightly stroking over his chest.
"D-Don't get so cocky, hot stuff." He panted, talons that he'd allowed to get too long scratching against Dabi's back.
In response he chuckled, another one of those rare, addictive sounds he made, before brushing his nose against Hawks' neck.
Mate.
His instincts screamed it, the soft treatment but the way he was splitting him open sending him dizzy. He'd look after him, keep him content, take care of their family that didn't even exist, Hawks always managing to get ahead of himself at the very first signs of spring.
(He was an awful pick, the last person that Hawks should choose.)
"Close-" Hawks moaned again, his legs starting to burn but his movements only getting faster, trying to urge Dabi deeper each time. "Need..mmh- more."
After being with Dabi, he could surely skip his leg workouts for the week.
"Yeah- won't last." Dabi breathed out, thrusting up into him while his hands grabbed onto his hips even harder. "F-Fuck, pretty bird."
At that, Hawks tried not to chirp, or even warble or tweet or anything, biting on his bottom lip so hard that it drew blood. The metallic taste flooded his mouth, and Hawks once again pressed their lips together, kissing Dabi harder as the heat in his stomach grew and grew.
It barely took a few more thrusts for his already little control to snap, wrapping his legs tight around Dabi and cumming with a whiney moan. He only managed to babble his name, followed by a slurred, "Inside- please inside-"
"Y-Yeah..shit, I've got you birdie." With a few more rolls of his hips, Dabi buried in deep and bit down against the freckled skin of Hawks' shoulder, muffling his groan as he came.
The white painting his walls was warm, far warmer than a normal person, and it only had Hawks gasping and trembling in pure bliss, shivering when Dabi pulled his teeth out from his shoulder. He lightly kissed over the red marks, the smallest of pecks as a silent, almost too soft apology.
Even with Dabi soft inside of him, it was still sensitive, and the villain seemed to notice and urge him upwards with surprisingly strong hands, slipping out and letting him sit back in his lap.
"Happy?"
He hummed, but sat up a little straighter. "Fuck me against the table, next."
"Christ, Hawks, give me five."
The cum was already dripping out of his ass, and his insides were clenching needily again, but Hawks slumped against Dabi's chest to wait for him to catch up. Breathing in his smoky scent and lying against him at least kept his urges in check slightly, certainly better than nothing.
"You smell good." He muttered, leaving a kiss against his chest.
"Sure."
"You do." Hawks insisted. "Like fire..but fresh laundry and soap." Which wasn't much of a surprise with the amount of time Dabi spent in Hawks' shower, maybe making the most of something that wasn't easily found out on the streets. He used his nice body wash, his shampoo and conditioner, and it only made Hawks smile at seeing the bottles run out faster.
He didn't mind sharing, especially not when it made Dabi smell like him.
The villain hummed in reply, his hand pressing back into the space between Hawks' wings and making him shiver. He took that as a sign to move his own hand down Dabi's stomach, lightly brushing across his white happy trail and stroking the underside of his dick.
"Ngh fuck-" Dabi jolted at the touch, sensitive and making the prettiest noises that went straight down to Hawks' already hard cock, red and weeping barely five minutes after his last orgasm. While not as fast, Dabi's dick still twitched in interest at each one of Hawks' light touches, building up to half hardness.
Dabi, while looking like he'd rather throw himself out of the window, had already told Hawks a while back that it could take him a little longer to get going, that sometimes his body didn't react how he wanted it to, that even with little scarring around his crotch, his nerves refused to operate.
It wasn't an issue, and Hawks liked a challenge, anyway.
"Up." Dabi slapped his ass before they could get too carried away, grinning when he gasped and glared back at him. He stood up regardless, a wise choice when Dabi's next move was bending him over the hard table, a hand on the back of his neck and the other one pressing his back down.
Hawks probably should have felt scared, at least uneasy at having Dabi's hand wrapped around his throat, but it only made him moan loudly into the table.
It felt good, it felt right, like Dabi was going to fuck and mate him.
His erection pressing against Hawks' ass made him shiver with anticipation, just as needy and desperate as before his first orgasm.
"Need you-" Hawks whined. "Inside, Dabi-"
"I know, birdie." He felt Dabi harden fully against him, then line up and push inside of him again, his movement faster and less careful than the first time.
It momentarily punched the air out of him, a gasp dragged from Hawks' throat as Dabi wasted little time in pulling back and pushing in again, hard and deep. His hands had moved from Hawks' throat, grasping onto his hips for leverage while he pistioned in and out of his ass.
He was still full from Dabi's last orgasm, and the slicked sounds echoing through the room made him flush a deep crimson.
"T-There-" Hawks gasped again at an even harder thrust to his prostate. "Don't stop."
As Dabi kept fucking him, hard and deep and perfect, Hawks found himself imagining if somebody walked in on them, returning for a pile of papers they'd forgotten, or wanting somewhere quiet to make plans, only to find Hawks sprawled across the table with Dabi ramming into him from behind.
Fuck.
The thought shouldn't have made his dick even harder, red and stiff to the point of discomfort.
"Still..so fuckin' tight, Hawks." Dabi groaned, piercings catching on Hawks' rim and pushing back in again.
"Mmm- all for you, hot stuff-"
The villain leant forward, his dick carving even further inside of him and his hands suddenly trailing into his wings again, a knowing grin on his face that only grew as Hawks moaned. "Yeah, birdie?"
"Only..ngh- want you."
"You have me." His lips brushed against Hawks' back, soft in contrast to the way he was currently rearranging his organs.
And still, Hawks begged for more, even with his eyes filled with tears and drool dripping down his chin, a mess in every sense of the word. "God yes- faster-"
"What else, songbird?"
"Cum inside of me again." Hawks was pretty sure Dabi didn't need convincing, but he pushed his ass up and flared his wings out anyway, showing off to his full extent.
"Imagine if everybody knew you wanted to be bred by a villain."
"Don't care." He slurred inbetween thrusts.
For just a millisecond, Dabi's thrusts faltered in almost disbelief, and after a "dirty hero" he rammed back into his prostate. It was immediately enough for Hawks to choke and cum almost dry against the table, unable to make a proper noise and thoroughly blissed out, barely even on the same planet anymore.
It only felt like a few seconds later when Dabi was finishing inside of him again, warm cum sending his brain even fuzzier.
He still felt him pull out, his ass pleasantly sore and aching but sure to be worse by the morning, then hoist him up so that he was sitting on the edge of the table rather than lying facedown.
He absentmindedly noticed the way that Dabi was keeping him steady, considerate for somebody who 'didn't care.'
"Tired now?" With the change in position, Hawks could properly look at Dabi again, see his still flushed face and sweaty, messy hair sticking to his forehead.
He was handsome, stupidly so in a dark and rugged way.
"Could maybe do with a shower and a nap."
"You gonna get dressed? Or walk out there naked?" Dabi grinned.
"Shut up." Leaning forward, Hawks rested his head against Dabi's chest. It was still rising and falling faster than usual, his heart beating hard underneath. "I don't wanna change, I'm happy like this."
"Not much of a choice, pretty bird." Dabi's thumb rubbed against his cheek, and he let him stay there for a few minutes before throwing his clothes at him. "Go on. You can strip to your heart's content back in my room."
"Ugh." He didn't bother with his boxers, they were too nasty to put back on, instead reluctantly pulling his trousers up and forcing Dabi to help him with his shirt. It wasn't because he couldn't do it, he easily could, especially with his feathers, but it was more satisfying to have Dabi help zip him up.
"There."
"What about my jizz all over the table?" Hawks deadpanned at the villain, then at the table.
"Someone will clean it later. Probably."
"You can't make someone else clean this up-" He sent a feather to find a cloth and bring it back to him, where he did a near decent job of wiping the table off.
"It was a pretty painting."
"Your room, now."
The villain let Hawks drag him out of the room by his arm, grinning at the way his walk was slightly off, a slight limp caused by the ache in his ass and his impossible mission of trying not to lose any more of Dabi's cum.
Even with their clothes back on and an attempt to clean up made, it was still fucking obvious.
Hawks' lips were red and kiss bruised, there were hickeys peaking out from under his fluffy collar, and Dabi's shit eating grin said more than enough.
But worryingly, Hawks couldn't find it in him to care.
Once they were inside of Dabi's room, the door locked behind them, Hawks spoke, "You know, I have a better idea than a shower and a nap."
"Yeah? What's that, pretty bird?"
He grinned, still holding his wrist and pulling him towards the room's ensuite bathroom. "You'll soon find out."
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