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When Dabi finally reaches the bed, he turns around and sits back. Hawks pulls his face from where he’s buried it in Dabi’s neck and his own golden eyes meet Dabi’s fiery blue ones. Hawks knows he should be questioning this more, he knows he should be hesitating, but his body seems to be moving on its own. He dives back in, pressing his lips to Dabi’s before his mouth opens and their tongues resume their exploration. Dabi’s hands slide to Hawks’ ass giving a firm squeeze and he can’t help but moan into the kiss in response, his wings flaring out slightly. Dabi chuckles and slides his hands up, under Hawks’ shirt and up the small of his back until they meet the base of his wings. Dabi’s warm fingers card through the small feathers there and Hawks pulls back with a keen as his wings give a few half flaps in excitment.
“I’ll take that as a good sign?” Dabi chuckles. It should have sounded sarcastic, but Hawks’ feels a pang in his chest at the edge of genuine concern to Dabi’s voice.
“Fuck yes.” Hawks nods intently and brings his gaze back to Dabi “Take your shirt off.” He moves to grab the hem of his own shirt as he adjusts his legs, sliding them from where they’d been wrapped around Dabi’s waist to settle on either side of Dabi’s lap so he can support himself better.
“Dang, Pretty Bird,” Dabi chuckles with a smirk. “just jumping straight to it, huh?” Hawks pauses with his feathers hovering in the air behind him and his shirt half off to level a glare at Dabi, but the villain is already beginning to shrug off his jacket so Hawks resumes. Once he’s gotten his shirt off and recalled his feathers, he watches as Dabi pulls his own shirt over his head. When Dabi’s head pops free and the shirt is tossed to the side, Hawks plants his hands on Dabi’s shoulders and pushes him back. As soon as Dabi’s back hits the mattress, Hawks steadies himself with a hand on the mattress beside Dabi’s head and dives in for another scalding kiss.
Dabi’s hands slide up the back of Hawk’s thighs, leaving a warm tingle in their wake before coming to rest on the curve of his ass and kneading at the soft flesh there. Hawks pushes back against the grip and in doing so causes his quickly hardening dick to rub against the fabric of his sweatpants. He pulls back to let out a gasp at the sudden friction.
“Hey.” Hawks’ eyes slide open at the gruff sound of Dabi’s voice, feeling slightly unfocused. Behind the unbridled want in Dabi’s half-lidded gaze there’s something soft and a small smile adorns his lips. Hawks’ heart lurches at the sight before him, and he feels a fresh wave of desire wash over him. “You sure about this? We could stop if you- mmmhh” Dabi’s words melt into a moan as Hawks’ free hand comes up to palm at his crotch through his pants.
“Don’t you even think of stopping now.” Hawks stares intensely into Dabi’s eyes, trying to convey his pure lust. Dabi gives a small nod and Hawks dives in for another kiss. He’s given up trying to question his impulses and just accepts that he wants this right now and he’ll work out the rest later. As their lips slide together, Hawks’ hand at Dabi’s crotch works to undo his belt then the button and zipper of his pants. Dabi’s hands give Hawks’ ass another firm squeeze before sliding up to find the waistband of Hawks’ sweatpants and slipping under. The kiss is broken as Dabi lets out a laugh.
“No underwear, birdie?” He smirks at Hawks and clicks his tongue. “Naughty, naughty, you trying to seduce me or something?” Hawks rolls his eyes but grins before giving Dabi’s cock a squeeze through his underwear.
“Yeah, is it working?” Dabi lets out a low groan and grabs the back of Hawks’ neck to pull him down for another desperate kiss. They both smile into the kiss but quickly break apart.
“Help me get my pants off.” Dabi begins pushing at the waistband of his pants and underwear and lifts his hips as Hawks helps to pull them down, leaving them to pool on the floor. Dabi immediately reaches for the waistband of Hawks sweatpants, getting them halfway down before Hawks shifts to kick them off fully.
When Hawks resettles in his lap, straddling his hips, and their hard leaking cocks bump against each other, they both groan. Hawks gives a small reflexive thrust of his hips at the contact and Dabi wastes no time in reaching between them to envelop both of their dicks in his hand and give them a single tug. Hawks tilts his head back with another moan and his wings fluff and smooth repeatedly as Dabi continues stroking their dicks between them, giving small thrusts of his own. Without a word, Hawks sends a few feathers off in the direction of his nightstand.
“Nnh, shit, wait.” Dabi’s hand slows as he looks up at Hawks. Hawks’ eyes slide open to gaze, unfocused and half lidded, into Dabi’s. “Want you to fuck me.” Dabi’s eyes widen ever so slightly before he groans and his cock gives a twitch.
“Fuck, Birdie, you can’t just say that shit.” He reaches up again to grab Hawks by the back of the neck and pull him down to crash their lips together again. After a quick, sloppy slide of their lips, they break apart only far enough to breathe. Hawks can feel Dabi’s breath on his lips as he speaks. “We’re gonna need…” He’s interrupted as Hawks feathers bump against his arm. He looks over to see them deposit a bottle of lube and box of condoms next to them on the bed. He freezes for a moment before busting out in laughter. “Never mind.” Hawks smiles down at him before he scoops up the bottle of lube and sits up, quickly squirting a generous amount onto two of fingers and rubbing them together to spread the liquid across them. He reaches behind himself and as he traces the rim of his puckered hole, his eyes slide closed, and his mouth falls open. He can’t stop the low moan that escapes him and the twitch of his wings as he slowly slides a finger in. He feels Dabi’s hands tighten where they’d moved to grip his thighs and he slides his eyes open to stare down at Dabi. Dabi’s eyes are fixed between his legs where he's moving a finger in and out lazily. This is far from the first time Hawks has ever done this, so it doesn’t take long before he slides another finger in beside the first. His breath hitches at the slight stretch and Dabi suddenly seems broken from his spell, snapping his eyes up to meet Hawk’s. His pupils are blown and there’s a blush covering the healthy parts of his skin down to his chest.
Suddenly Dabi is releasing his thighs in favor of scooting to sit up so he can mouth at Hawks chest. Hawks moans as he feels Dabi’s tongue flatten over one bud as his hand slides up to grope his pec on the other side, pinching the nipple between his fingers. A moment later Hawks feels Dabi’s other hand slide between his legs, fingers already coated in lube that Hawks hadn’t even noticed him grabbing. Dabi’s fingers rubbed along the rim on either side of Hawks’ own, urging him to withdraw. The moment his fingers slide free of his hole, Dabi nips the nipple he’d been sucking and thrusts two of his own fingers in up to the knuckle. Hawks lets out a broken moan and Dabi releases his chest to instead grip the back of his neck and drag him down for their lips to meet in another hungry crash. Dabi swallows the end of the moan as well as the whimpers that follow as he kisses Hawks. He pistons his fingers in and out a few times before his fingers hit just the right angle to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves and Hawks’ wings draw in close and he throws his head back with a quick intake of breath as he sees stars. Dabi chuckles against Hawks’ exposed neck and moves the hand at his nape to the base of his wings, pulling him in closer, before licking a stripe from his collarbone to just below his ear. Suddenly he bites down on the juncture between Hawks’ shoulder and neck at the same time he curls his fingers in Hawks soft feathers and pushes another finger in alongside the first two. Hawks’ back arches and his wings twitch again as his fingers tighten their hold on Dabi’s hair. He’s powerless to stop the screaming moan that rips from his throat before his head collapses against Dabi’s shoulder.
“Fuck, please Dabi, just fuck me already. I can’t take much more.” Dabi slows but doesn’t stop his movements, sliding the hand not knuckles deep in his hole to knead at his ass again. Hawks whines as the angle keeps his fingers brushing against Hawks’ prostate on every thrust. He turns his head to whisper into Dabi’s ear. “Please, I wanna come on your cock.” Dabi’s hand squeezes tight on his ass and he lets out another low groan that has Hawks’ mouth going dry.
“Shit, Pretty Bird, what’d I say about just saying stuff like that?” Hawks chooses to kiss up and down Dabi’s neck and rock back against his fingers in lieu of an answer. “I have to make sure you’re properly stretched, or you could end up hurt.” Hawks pauses from the spot he’s sucking on Dabi’s neck to nip at his earlobe before whispering in his ear again.
“It’s enough, you won’t break me that easy.” Hawks can feel as Dabi’s hand on his ass squeezes quickly and his fingers stutter for a moment and knows he’s winning. He draws back and meets Dabi’s blown pupils with his own half lidded eyes before he leans in and captures his lips again. Hawks twitches as another thrust presses firmly against his prostate and Dabi’s fingers still.
“Fuck, fine. If you’re sure.” Hawks gives a quick nod as a crooked smile spreads on his lips. He lets out a small whine as Dabi’s fingers are suddenly removed but stares intently as Dabi’s hands instead work to free a condom from its wrapper before moving to roll it onto his dick. Dabi has to lean back onto his elbows to make room but as soon as he’s given his dick a few pumps with his lube covered hand, Hawks dives down to be flush with his chest again and they fall into another sloppy kiss. Both of Dabi’s hands firmly grab Hawks’ ass and after a moment Hawks breaks the kiss to sit up, one hand steadying himself on Dabi’s chest while the other reaches behind him to guide Dabi’s dick. His breath hitches when he feels the tip of Dabi’s cock brush against his hole and they both let out a moan as Hawks lowers his hips, allowing the head to slide past his entrance. Hawks continues to lower his hips slowly until his ass is flush with Dabi’s crotch and Dabi is fully sheathed.
They don’t move, just feel the other’s sweat soaked skin, breathing heavily into the quiet air as the seconds drag on. Without warning, Dabi gives a quick thrust and Hawks’ breath hitches and his wings give a twitch in response. Spurred on by the sudden movement, Hawks lifts his hips slowly until just the tip remains inside before slamming back down, drawing another moan from both of them. They set an intense rhythm, Dabi gripping Hawks ass to help him as he lifts up before thrusting his own hips up to meet Hawks as he slams back down. It’s anything but gentle as they both chase satisfaction, breathing heavily and no longer bothering to withhold any noises that pass their lips. As Hawks leans back and the angle changes once again, his prostate is hit dead on and his hips stutter, his head thrown back and wings spread wide behind him as a deep moan rips from his throat. Hawks’ mind goes blank and his mouth lolls open as he struggles to keep his rhythm with each new thrust abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, pretty bird,” Dabi slows beneath him and with great effort, Hawks manages to slide his eyes open to meet Dabi’s intense gaze. “you look like a fucking angel like this.” Dabi’s hands slide up his sides to massage at his chest before giving his nipples a quick squeeze. Hawks lets out a satisfied coo in response. “With your gorgeous face and your wings all spread out behind you as you take my cock.” A lazy smirk makes its way onto Hawks’ face as he takes in Dabi’s own appearance, his pupils blown wide and chest flushed, a sheen of sweat covering him. He leans down to bring his mouth against the shell of Dabi’s ear.
“Then let’s give God a show worthy of losing my halo.” Hawks sits back and grinds his hips down, watching as Dabi’s mouth drops open and his eyes roll back with a groan.
“Fuck, ditch the wings.” Hawks stills and meets Dabi’s eyes with a confused look. “I wanna fuck you into this mattress and I don’t want to fuck up your pretty little wings.” With a silent ‘oh’ all but the smallest of his feathers fall to the ground, leaving him with small wings easily tucked against his back. With no more warning, Dabi grips him by the back of his thighs before rolling to flip them. He hikes Hawks’ legs over his shoulders and dives in to press another scalding kiss to Hawks’ lips before snapping his hips forward. As Hawks lets out a strangled moan, he draws back and snaps his hips forward again. Dabi continues to kiss him as he slowly fucks in and out and Hawks begins to whimper when it’s all too much but entirely not enough.
“F-faster.” Dabi smirks against his lips, not changing his pace and Hawks gives a frustrated little noise. “P-please… Dabi… Fuck, please.” Dabi gives another snap of his hips. “Please, I wanna come.” He reaches a hand between them to grasp at his neglected cock but is stopped by Dabi’s hand.
“No touching.” Hawks gives another little whimper. “I want you to come from just my cock.” He punctuates with another sharp thrust. He brings both of Hawks’ hands to rest on the bed above his head and pins them with one of his own as he dives in for another kiss, stalling his hips. When he pulls back, he gives Hawks a pointed look as he brings both hands to grip Hawks ass instead. Hawks keeps his hands where Dabi had placed them, shivering at the hunger in Dabi’s eyes. Dabi begins slowly again, adjusting his angle until Hawks jumps at the feeling of his prostate being struck once again. Dabi smirks before diving into a punishing rhythm.
Hawks feels all reason melting away. He doesn’t care that he can’t stop the moans and chirps falling from his lips. He doesn’t care that he’s drooling and his eyes are glassing over. He doesn’t even care that he can feel the sheet beginning to rip where he has a death grip on it. All he cares about in this moment is the sharp blue eyes that pin him to the mattress, the thin but strong fingers holding him in place, and the feeling of Dabi filling him so perfectly as the coil of his orgasm winds tighter and tighter in his gut. He moans as he clenches around Dabi and suddenly there’s a mouth at his ear.
“I want you to come for me little bird.” With one more deep thrust, Hawks is spilling between them, Dabi still grinding into him shallowly as he rides out the shocks. A moment later Dabi groans deeply as his hips stutter before finally stilling. Neither of them move as they catch their breath, feeling their sweat-drenched skin stick to each other. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Dabi breaks the silence with a chuckle. “Well fuck, that was something.” Hawks huffs a laugh in response before wincing as Dabi pulls back, sliding out of him. Dabi removes the condom and ties it before tossing it in the direction of the trash can and flopping onto the bed next to him, both still breathing heavily. Another moment passes in silence, this time a little less comfortable as reason begins to filter back in.
“So…” Hawks begins but isn’t sure where to go from there. “I…” What is he trying to say? That he enjoyed it? Because he did. That he wants it to happen again? That he knows it probably can’t. “I mean we…” Was he even sure what it meant? He’d dreamed about it, sure, but now it was real. What about Dabi? He’d initiated it and he hadn’t exactly said no. “That is… it…” And where did they go from here? Could they…
Suddenly Dabi is laughing and when Hawks turns to meet his gaze, he finds a softness and humor in those impossibly blue eyes that he’s never seen before but knows that he definitely wants to keep seeing. Hawks begins to feel his panic subsiding, replaced instead with a bubbly feeling in his chest. He doesn’t resist when Dabi reaches out to take his hand and intertwine their fingers.
“Calm down birdie, you’re gonna give yourself an aneurysm if you keep trying to think so hard.” Dabi brings their hands up to his lips to place a gentle kiss to Hawks’ knuckles. “We don’t have to know exactly what it means yet.” Dabi gives a soft smile and an amused quirk of his brows as Hawks watches on, feeling oddly speechless. “Or if it even means anything.” Hawks isn’t sure how Dabi is managing to be so cool about this when his own heart feels like it’s trying to hammer out of his chest. “I have a policy of doing whatever I feel like and then figuring out the details later. And right now…” Dabi rolls over to face Hawks and leans in to press his lips gently against Hawks’. His eyes slide back open, still close enough for Hawks to feel his breath. “I want to take a shower.” A wide smile splits his face and there’s a glint in his eyes before he suddenly rolls over, pushing himself off the bed with a laugh. Hawks watches stunned as a still naked Dabi saunters over to the doorway before pausing to look back over his shoulder. “Would you like to stop panicking and join me?” Hawks’ breath hitches before he breaks into a laugh and pushes himself up to follow. Yeah, he’ll figure out what it means later… maybe after they do that once (or twice) more.