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Dabi wasn’t opposed to switching.
Granted, he’d never actually tried it, mainly because people made assumptions based on his appearance, and he figured running with them was easier than explaining he wouldn’t mind being the one fucked into the mattress every so often. But even now, with Keigo, they had never really discussed it. Their dynamic worked, and as time passed, the desire to be in a setting where he wasn’t in control, where he wasn’t the one taking care of Keigo, grew smaller.
Until a week ago, anyway.
Somehow, they’d ventured into the topic of past partners, and he’d made an offhanded comment about never having been on the receiving end. And fuck, if the way Birdie’s eyes had lit up at the prospect wasn’t enough to reawaken a dormant desire, he didn’t know what was. And, well, Dabi wasn’t opposed to it, was all he was saying.
Still, he couldn’t help but warily stare at Keigo from his position on the bed, kneeling with his hands resting in his lap as he’d been told to. He’d had to stifle his objections, his nerves easily translated into sarcasm and insults, but Keigo had asked Dabi to trust him. Which he did—at least, he thought he did—but his comfort zone only stretched so far. Leave it to the bird to turn it into a full-blown scene rather than a low-key experiment, stating that he wanted it to be memorable for Dabi.
And Dabi wanted to discover what Keigo was like when given the reins; he had practically asked for it, but fuck, it’d been a while since he felt this uncomfortable. His palms were slick with sweat and were trembling slightly, the anticipation of what this evening would entail causing him to shake like a damned virgin.
The lights in Keigo’s apartment were dimmed, the windows frosted. Keigo’s muscular frame was backlit by the muted colours from the city outside, a bright neon that saturated the night sky. Slowly, he prowled towards him, wings moving idly while golden eyes took in every inch of Dabi’s kneeling posture. With each step Keigo closed in, his pupils seemed to dilate further.
He wore those damned sweatpants, hanging low on his hips and accentuating the sharp cut of his V-line. His hands were curled around a coil of soft red rope with golden tassels, bought for the occasion and part of a matching set of toys that were spread out on a side table next to the bed. Dabi had pointedly avoided looking at them thus far.
‘How are we feeling, Firefly? Still want to try this?’ Keigo asked as he halted before him, calling a primary feather to his free hand and using the soft vanes to trace Dabi’s exposed chest, trailing up until the tip rested just below his chin.
He angled his head upwards, defiantly meeting the bird’s gaze. ‘Do you?’
‘I’m not the one doing something for the first time here, love.’ Keigo smiled, a slight, teasing tone edging his voice as his attention caught on Dabi’s shaking hands. ‘Nor am I the one trembling like a leaf at the prospect.’
Dabi glared at him. ‘Fuck you.’
‘Not tonight. Tonight, I get to play with you.’ Keigo set the rope aside, opting to grip Dabi’s jaw instead. ‘And I believe I asked a question. What is it you want?’
When Dabi didn’t immediately answer, Keigo hummed. ‘You want to be good for me, don’t you? Want to place your needs into my hands and let me do as I please?’ His thumb idly traced along the line of staples on his cheek, eyes fixated on the gleam. ‘All this tension, and what for? Don’t you trust me?’
‘I—shit.’
‘I can make your mind go quiet if you let me. No more thoughts, no more panic. I can make you feel so good that by the end of the night, you won’t even remember your own name. Is that something you’d like, Dabi, to be fucked stupid? All you have to do, is say the word.’
It took effort to maintain eye contact; Keigo’s calm demeanour somehow successfully scraped against every raw nerve inside of Dabi. He did trust him. He did want all of that. But some stupid part of his brain was throwing up hackles, resisting against the mere premise of giving up control, and fuck it was becoming hard to breathe.
It took a few tense heartbeats to find his voice, but then he muttered, ‘Yes.’
Keigo angled his head. ‘Not quite the word I was looking for.’
Dabi fought the urge to roll his eyes. ‘Yes, Sir.’
Birdie’s mouth twitched slightly. ‘Better, but still not it, Hot stuff.’
‘I’m no fucking beggar, Kei.’
A small, inquisitive noise rose from his throat. ‘We’ll see about that. Remember your words?’
‘Could you stop dragging this—’
‘Words, Dabi.’ The grip on his jaw tightened, and Dabi swallowed at the faint thrill that sparked in his blood. It wasn’t that he didn’t know Keigo could command authority. Years of hero work, heading his own agency, and a lifelong resistance built up by the Commission would do that to you, but still, when they were together, he was usually more than happy to give himself over to Dabi’s hands.
Yet there he stood, commandeering as ever, like it was the easiest thing in the world to take over control. So, why couldn’t Dabi do the same? Had it not been his plan to switch, to discover, to play a little and see where it led them? This was fine. There was no need to feel this damned vulnerable, and if Keigo would just hurry the fuck up, his mind would go quiet soon enough.
Dabi balled his hands. ‘Green, yellow, red, birdbrain. Will fucking tap or snap my fingers if I can’t say it, like we always do. Now quit stalling and just—’
‘Hey,’ Keigo cut in sharply, bringing his face closer to Dabi’s. ‘You can be a brat all you want once we start, Dabs, but I need a verbal fucking green from you and have you mean it before then. You’re allowed to be nervous; stop trying to power through and talk to me.’
‘I’m fine.’ Dabi attempted to steal a kiss, but was yanked back by Keigo’s other hand, gripping his hair and keeping him in place. When the bird only levelled his gaze, he huffed. ‘I’m just not used to this, okay? It’s fucking weird, and has my brain all messed up, but that’s not going to stop until it learns to shut up.’
‘But you still want to?’
‘Yes, or green, or whatever.’
‘And you promise to safeword out if it gets too much? You’re supposed to enjoy this, not suffer through it because you’re too proud to admit it’s not what you had envisioned.’
‘Yes. I promise, okay? Jesus.’
‘Alright, then.’ The concern bled from Keigo’s expression, fading into a bored, arrogant mask. He leaned back, his hand sliding down until it was fitted around Dabi’s throat, an experimental squeeze sending a shiver down his spine. ‘Turn around for me.’
It took a second for Dabi’s tight muscles to listen to the command, but then he shifted on the bed, shuffling on his knees until his back was turned towards Keigo. His breath hitched when the feather stroked along the curve of his neck, tracing a path down the ridge of his spine. The vanes were sharpened ever so slightly, like the promise of a threat.
Keigo hummed. ‘Is it that difficult for you to give up control? To let yourself be deserving of my attention, my eyes solely focused on you?’
Dabi didn’t answer, but couldn’t stifle a flinch when the touch of fingers replaced the feather as Keigo shifted Dabi’s arms into the desired position. Then, diligently, like Dabi was a work of art underneath his skilled hands, Keigo began tying the rope.
It was soft against Dabi’s skin, even where it crossed the seams of his scars, and loose enough so it wouldn’t chafe. Considerate. Caring. Keigo shaped it into a red harness, and, briefly, Dabi wondered where he had learned all of this, the knotwork elegantly securing Dabi’s hands behind his back. Had the bird been practising? Had he hoped that one day, this scene would play out?
Talk about being prepared.
‘We’ll start slow tonight,’ Keigo mused while he worked, confirming suspicions the more he spoke. ‘I’ve been given this treat, so I’ll not let myself be rushed by your nerves. You’re going to let me worship you, let me make you feel everything you’ve been denying yourself. Let me give you this, Firefly; you deserve it.’
‘A treat, huh?’ Dabi muttered, surprised to find his voice hoarse. ‘I thought this was supposed to be for me.’
‘I’m not that selfless.’ A sharp tug on the rope had it digging into his chest, and Dabi grunted. ‘I’ve been patient. Learning your ways, cataloguing every which way I can break you apart and put you back together. Do you know why I chose the rope?’
‘So I can’t fight back?’
‘Ah, I’m not worried about you taking over control. I’m feeling rather task-oriented; I’ll not give this up easily.’
Another tug, forcing Dabi backwards and pulling him from the mattress until he was standing beside it. Keigo turned him around, then gently pressed him back onto the bed, not letting up until Dabi was on his back. For a moment, the bird just watched him, eyes roving over the intertwined red rope, lingering a beat on the staples and shining gold tassels, before he hummed again. ‘No, this isn’t for me.’
Could’ve fooled Dabi.
A handful of feathers dislodged from Keigo’s wings, swerving around them, caressing Dabi’s skin with each passing. His shoulders tensed, and Keigo’s lips curved knowingly. ‘You can’t relax if your life depended on it. You don’t allow yourself to have good things without feeling the urge to work for them.’
‘Pot, kettle, Pigeon.’
‘Hm, perhaps. But I have learned how to let go, something I wish for you as well. I don’t want you to do a single thing tonight. I’m proud, Hot stuff. Proud that you told me this was something you wanted.’ He slid his hands up Dabi’s thighs, thumbs resting on the hem of his boxers. ‘And I’m more than happy to oblige. The rope is simply there to make sure you don’t deny yourself anything I’m willing to give you.’
Gooseflesh prickled on Dabi’s arms as their eyes locked. Keigo’s pupils were blown wide, his grin more raptor than human, his wings flaring wide on either side of him. Ready to devour him whole if Dabi so much as asked.
He swallowed tightly. ‘Yeah? And what are you willing to—oh, fuck.’
Dabi yelped when one of the feathers wrapped around his throat, his body forcibly dragged further onto the bed with the help of a few more. Two other feathers hitched up his thighs, spreading them apart, keeping him locked in place. Smoke seeped from his seams, his heart an erratic beat pounding against his ribs.
Keigo merely clicked his tongue. ‘I didn’t say you could speak, Firefly.
‘Said I could be a brat, though.’ The corner of Dabi’s mouth twitched when he felt the feather around his throat tighten, his body chasing a rush he hadn’t known he craved. Pants fell from his parted lips, eyes remaining locked on Keigo.
Despite the compromised position, at least this much was familiar. He and Keigo had sparred often enough that being manhandled by the feathers wasn’t new, even if it’d surprised him just now. Even if said feathers were currently slicing through his boxers, deftly tearing apart the little clothing he had left with skilled efficiency.
Dabi twitched when one of the feathers sliced through the fabric dangerously close to his cock, a whisper of the vanes brushing sensitive skin, but Keigo was unfazed by his glare.
The bird merely angled his head, intently observing the display of his own creation. ‘I did say that, didn’t I?’ he mused. ‘Sure that’s how you want to play this?’
‘Keep talking tough, pretty bird, perhaps I’ll just—fucking Christ, Keigo.’ Dabi let out a string of curses when the feathers shifted, flipping him onto his stomach without warning, Keigo’s sharp nails scraping his scalp and gripping a handful of hair. Dabi’s neck craned uncomfortably as Keigo pulled his head back, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
‘Alright. No more talking.’ Without warning, he sank his teeth into the junction between Dabi’s shoulder and neck, biting hard enough that he felt it despite the skin graft. He jerked, a frail attempt at getting away from it, but all it did was cause the feathers to tighten around his limbs.
Keigo’s hands drifted down his sides, scraping along his hips, kneading the flesh of his thighs. Feathers lifted Dabi’s pelvis from the bed and spread his knees apart, and a shudder raked through him when Keigo splayed a flat palm on his abdomen, his thumb idly brushing the path of white hair.
Dabi’s breath faltered in earnest when the hand slipped even lower, rough fingers closing around his cock. The sudden friction punched a breathy moan from his throat before he could bite it back, eyes fluttering close for the briefest of seconds as his attention homed in on that damned feeling.
‘So defiant,’ Keigo mused. His voice had dropped into a lethal timbre that sent a ripple of pleasure down Dabi’s spine, yet another reminder that this wasn’t just anyone. Hero. Assassin. Weapon. The feathers locked around him were kept in check by the bird of prey hovering above him, at the mercy of his slipping control, and fuck if that didn’t send a jolt of arousal straight to his groin.
So what if he found it hot that Birdie could kill him without breaking a sweat if he so wished.
Keigo’s hand tightened around Dabi’s cock, though he had yet to start moving. Dabi tried to buck into the grip, chasing friction, and something close to a whine got choked off by his clenched jaw when he realised that the feathers restricted all fucking movement.
‘Does it help you to fight it?’ Keigo asked coyly. Dabi couldn’t see his face, but he knew the bird was grinning. ‘Does it make you feel in control even when there’s none to claim?’
‘Fuck off—’
‘No, no, none of that.’ Keigo’s hand disappeared, and a pitiful whimper slipped out unbidden. Dabi wasn’t sure when he’d grown this hard, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else now. Couldn’t fucking do something about it, either, and frustration was boiling close underneath his skin.
Behind him, Keigo clicked his tongue. ‘We’re close, Firefly, but not quite there yet. You’re still trying too hard to make this go your way. Can you trust me?’
Teeth latched onto his neck again, and Dabi groaned, cock twitching uselessly between his legs, leaking onto the sheets. ‘You fucking—ngh—you know I trust you, Birdbrain. Wouldn’t be here if—shit. Wouldn’t let you do this if I didn’t.’
‘Wanting to trust and actually doing so aren’t the same.’
‘The fuck is that supposed to mean?’
A soft chuckle. ‘I want you to give yourself over to me. To know that I’ve got you. That I’ll make you feel good.’ Keigo’s teeth broke skin, and Dabi flinched at the sharp pang of pain, the bird’s tongue prodding the wound. Goddamn psycho.
Then, gently, almost like a question and in stark contrast to the assault on his neck, a single feather drifted towards him and landed on the mattress before him. With a soft thud, it deposited a gag with crimson straps, the cuffs shimmering golden.
‘I wonder,’ Keigo whispered, kissing a path down his neck, canines nipping his spine, ‘what sounds you’ll make when you can’t hide behind the snark. What you’ll be like when you can no longer keep it contained, when you finally let go and let yourself have this.’ A scrape of sharp nails down his spine, digging into his hips hard enough to leave marks. ‘Want to open up for me, Hot stuff?’
Yes, Dabi wanted to snap, refusing to back down from a challenge once presented to him, refusing to give in to the anxiety spiking his heart rate. But his mouth couldn’t form the words, his eyes fixated on the gag like it was two seconds away from pouncing on him.
He could do this, right? Give up control, little by little, hand it over to Keigo, who had always promised to take good care of it. Of him. Dabi just wouldn’t be able to speak anymore, to taunt the bird, to talk back, if only to hold on to that little fragment of defiance, even if he didn’t know why it mattered that much. He trusted Keigo, right? So why would this be any different?
He wanted it. He also hated the very implication of it.
He was curious. He was terrified.
And somehow, unbidden yet unrestricted, he muttered, ‘Yellow.’
Instantly, Dabi flinched away from himself, the revolt for this weakness jolting his body and choking off his breath until he was heaving. A small, fractured part of his mind instinctively braced for the blow he was sure would come.
Fucking pathetic. No good nothing, can’t even do this right. You think you’re strong, boy? Think you can ever become much if you don’t have the guts to do what’s necessary to be the best?
The words weren’t his own; the voice was.
But Keigo only halted. He let out a soft, melodic chirp and pressed a kiss against the base of his neck before shifting to lie on the bed beside Dabi. The grip of the feathers loosened, guiding him to his side, so they were face-to-face. Carefully, Keigo cupped his jaw, his thumb resting beside his eye.
Dabi vaguely realised his face was wet, the coppery scent of blood only now registering.
‘You’re doing so well, love,’ Keigo said, smiling that soft smile of his, not a hint of judgment in his eyes because of course not and of course Dabi was fucking this up for no reason. Pathetic.
Keigo’s thumb moved in idle strokes along the side of his face. ‘Can you tell me what was yellow?’
‘Nothing, it was—fuck, don’t worry about it, let’s just keep going, yeah? Jesus, I—’
‘No. Let’s try that again.’
‘I’m fine.’
‘We don’t have to stop; this is just a pause. But I do want you to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours that made you want to slow down.’
‘Forget it, I was just being stupid, being weak, it’s not—’
‘You don’t tell me it’s stupid when I use safewords. Do you think I’m weak when I do? That I should suck it up and take it without complaints?’
Dabi physically baulked, scowling at the very idea of it. ‘Jesus, no, of course not. You… Please, never think that, never just… not let me know. Fuck.’
A kiss on the tip of his nose. ‘I know, Firefly. I wouldn’t. But why is it different with you than with me? Why should you suffer instead of guiding me while I help you chase your pleasure?’
‘God, you’re such a fucking hero—’
‘Dabi.’ The hand on his cheek shifted to his neck, tightening in warning, and he shivered. ‘I want to make you feel good, okay? You mentioned that you’d like to try this, and I'd like to provide that experience for you. To help you explore what does and doesn’t work. You’re not weak for telling me what you don’t like. All I ask is for you to be honest with me, because I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t think I can take that. Do you understand?’
‘I—yes. I do.’ Dabi breathed deeply, then, hoarsely, muttered, ‘Sorry.’
Another kiss, on his lips this time, lingering a beat. ‘You’re forgiven. So, tell me. What was yellow?’
It took another moment for Dabi to find his voice, but it was what Keigo needed, and somehow, that distinction mattered. He swallowed past the lump in his throat. ‘I’m not good at giving up control.’ At Keigo’s arched eyebrow, he huffed. ‘Yeah, I know, the sky’s blue, fuck. But it got, I don’t know, loud. When I tried to hand the control to you, it got loud, and I felt… weak.’
‘Did you feel weak, or did you think it would make you weak?’
‘That’s the same thing.’
‘It’s not, though.’ Keigo smiled gently. ‘You were taught that submitting is a weakness, and to fight, to be in control, is necessary to be strong. Those lessons have a way of creeping back in when we don’t want them to. Of becoming loud, even if they’re not true.’
‘Can you fucking not with the therapy bullshit right now?’ Dabi rolled his eyes when all he got in return was pointed silence. ‘I know, okay? I’m working on it, and I’m trying, but it’s not that easy.’
‘Can you let me help you?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Do you want me to help you?’
Dabi resisted the urge to snap a defiant no, biting his tongue to force himself to think it over for a second. If he looked past his pride, past his goddamn ego, the answer was painfully simple. But how was admitting that any different from handing over control?
He groaned in frustration, burying his face into the mattress as best as he could, and he shivered when taloned fingers carded through his hair.
Keigo hummed. ‘I want to try something, if that’s okay. What’s your colour?’
Unwilling to look up yet, shame burning bright on his face, Dabi snapped his fingers once. As long as it was not that fucking gag…
Keigo let out a pleased chirp, shifting a little closer. Hot breath trailed a path down Dabi’s chest, the soft scratch of nails following along as the bird made his way down. There was a mild pressure on the top of his hip, more questioning than anything, and Dabi huffed as he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
A trilling coo came in answer this time, and he couldn’t help but wonder whether it translated to praise with the way Keigo’s hands kept petting his skin, stroking over his abdomen and down his thighs, kneading gently on the way down.
He decided he didn’t care, not when he suddenly felt Keigo’s tongue as it licked up the underside of his cock, soft lips closing around the tip. The warm heat of Keigo’s mouth enveloped him as he lowered his head, taking him like he was fucking made for it, and a low, surprised moan slipped from Dabi’s lips.
He thrusted up on instinct, all other thoughts forgotten. This, he was familiar with. This, he knew how to do. His panic didn’t matter, not when the desperate need arose to fuck Keigo’s mouth until he could no longer speak without thinking of Dabi’s cock down his throat.
He was a possessive bastard, and Keigo usually took it in stride.
But then those feathers were back, pinning his hips to the mattress, pressing down onto his shoulders, his legs, locking him firmly in place. The blissed moment of reprieve evaporated as soon as it’d come on, and Dabi released a strained, shuddering breath. ‘How the fuck is this different—’
‘Tell me how I make you feel,’ Keigo said as he pulled off, voice already cracking. ‘Tell me what you want me to do, how well I take you, how fucking close you are. That’s the control I’ll allow you to have, Hot stuff. The compromise, while we work up to the rest.’
‘You—what?’
‘You heard me.’ His fingers closed around Dabi’s hard length again, stroking idly while he kept his eyes focused on Dabi’s face. ‘Or should I stop? We could always go to sleep, call it a night, try again later—’
‘Don’t you fucking dare.’
He chuckled. ‘Tell me, then. What do you need?’
Right now, Dabi needed to fuck that shit-eating grin off Keigo’s face. He knew what Birdie was getting at, but God did he not care, not while Keigo’s hand was still stroking him back to hardness, not while he knew how good it felt to come all the way down Keigo’s throat. And did it really matter if he couldn’t touch the bird if he were willing to follow every order?
‘Get back down there,’ Dabi growled.
Keigo, true to his word, obliged. He hollowed his cheeks as he took Dabi back into his mouth, sucking on the tip as he pressed his tongue into the slit, gathering the pre that had formed, then guiding the cock deeper until it hit the back of his throat.
Dabi pressed his head into the mattress with a groan, a tremor running through his thighs. ‘That’s it. Shit, you feel good. Always so damned good. Fucking made for me, Pretty bird.’
A happy trill resonated down his shaft, and Dabi barked a curse.
Keigo found a steady rhythm, one hand wrapped around the base and moving in time, the other gripping Dabi’s hip tightly, talons digging into his skin.
For a moment, Dabi was perfectly content to let the bird work, knowing that Keigo was well-versed by now in what was needed to get him off. ‘Shit, Dove. Doing so well. So, so well,’ he murmured, attention locking on the pressure building steadily in his groin, making it difficult to focus on anything else. ‘Ngh—that’s it. Think you can take me deeper? Need to feel your throat. Need to—fuck. Need you to swallow me, Birdie.’
All the warning he got was a muffled chirp before Keigo swallowed around his cock, the head slipping past his gag reflex and sliding deeper down his throat. He halted for a moment, taking a few laboured breaths through his nose before finding his rhythm again. Dabi let out a string of curses when Keigo’s nose brushed against his pelvis with each passing.
He barely noticed the feathers shifting, forcing his knees to bend, Keigo’s head now caged between his thighs. Keigo’s hands gripped his ass, kneading the cheeks and pulling them apart, his hot breath skating across his rim.
Dabi stiffened slightly, mind torn between the dread and his pleasure, barrelling closer at lightning speed. ‘Keigo—’
The answering chirp was sharp, possessive, and all Dabi could do was curse as a handful of feathers began patting his face, his neck, teasing his nipples, tracing patterns down his biceps. Distantly, Dabi registered the snap of a cap opening, but then Keigo picked up the pace. There was no way he could still breathe with how fast he moved his head, and Dabi’s breath quickened, his toes curling into the mattress as his body locked up.
He shouted as his orgasm tore free, hips twitching unbidden as he came in hot pulses down Keigo’s throat while, at the same time, Keigo nudged a finger past his rim.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kei, shit, what—’ A filthy moan cut off his objection as Keigo continued to suck him through the orgasm, lips and tongue working him until he was reduced to a trembling, overstimulated mess. All the while, he kept his finger in Dabi, unmoving yet there, and he—didn’t mind it?
Well, wasn’t that a fucking revelation.
‘And then they call me a villain, Jesus, you’re a fucking sadist sometimes, you know that?’ he muttered when he could manage a semblance of coherent thought, feeling himself clench around the digit.
Gingerly, Keigo slipped off him, eyes red-rimmed and drool running down his face, but that damned smirk was still there. His voice was positively wrecked when he rasped, ‘Had to get you out of your head somehow.’ He gave a tentative thrust with the finger, eyeing Dabi closely when he flinched. ‘Still green?’
‘I—shit. Yeah. I think so. Fucking sensitive, though.’
‘Hm, I bet.’
Keigo leaned in, chasing Dabi’s lips, the kiss slightly bitter as he tasted himself on Keigo’s tongue. Dabi let out a muffled moan when Keigo pressed in a little deeper, the sensation edging on too much, but he didn’t tell the bird to stop. Didn’t want him to stop.
It was as if some barrier had been crossed, the tension that’d locked up his muscles now having difficulty finding purchase in the post-orgasm bliss, and he felt himself melting away under Keigo’s touch. A breathy gasp tumbled off his lips as he felt a second finger prod at his entrance, teasing the stretch that would follow, and his head dropped onto the mattress, eyes closing as he homed in on it.
‘So pliable,’ Keigo mused, nipping at the skin of his neck with an audible smirk. ‘Not so bad now, is it? You finally realise how good I can make this for you if you only submit?’
‘Keigo,’ Dabi breathed, unable to muster snark, his name sounding closer to a plea than a reprimand. Sweat beaded on his forehead, running down his spine, his body temperature rising rapidly as Keigo pressed the second finger in, and a low groan was punched from Dabi’s throat.
‘You feel so damn good, Firefly. Tight and warm and mine.’ Keigo thrusted up a bit harsher at the last word, sending a tremor through Dabi’s legs. ‘Doing so well for me, giving yourself over to my fingers, my mouth. Going to give you everything you deserve. Going to prove every loud voice wrong and reward you for voicing your desires.’
‘Fuck.’ Dabi bit on his lower lip to stifle a loud moan when Keigo’s fingers curled in, the pads grazing his prostate and sending a jolt through his body.
It was becoming increasingly more difficult to remember why he hadn’t wanted this in the first place, but words seeped into his mind again like oil, coating his thoughts, muddying his pleasure. This time, they spoke with the all-too-familiar timbre of his father.
Look at you, rolling over like a lame dog. Taking it without a fight, without some fucking pride. I always knew you were weak. You’ve been a disappointment since the day your quirk manifested, not even capable of burning to death properly. If you’re this desperate for attention, on your back is exactly where you belong. Used for the pleasure of another, then discarded like trash. It’s all you’re good for.
He squeezed his eyes further shut, feeling warmth leak down the side of his face. Above him, Keigo made a soft noise, his free hand sliding up Dabi’s chest and wrapping around his throat.
‘Look at me, Firefly.’
Dabi shook his head, jaw clenched, hands trembling beneath the rope. He could do this. He just had to endure, and it would be worth it, and his father’s voice would be silenced, and Keigo had promised to make it good, so why was he still fighting it?
‘Dabs. Sweetheart. Use your words.’
‘’m fine. It’s—it’s fine. It’s… loud.’ Dabi groaned when Keigo put a little pressure on his throat, the fingers still rhythmically working him open. ‘But I don’t—it feels good. What you’re doing. I don’t want to stop, but I can’t… My mind, it just won't…’
Another soft coo. ‘What is it saying?’
‘Wants me to fight it. That I don’t… that I’m weak. For letting you. For liking it.’
‘You like it, hm?’ Keigo hummed, oddly pleased. ‘What else would you like?’
Dabi’s eyes cracked open at the change of script, the way Keigo ignored half of the sentence. The bird let out a chirp when he spotted Dabi’s gaze on him, wings flaring behind him in two crimson arches. He was gorgeous, with his blonde hair in tousled disarray, his lips swollen and still slick with saliva, a flush colouring his freckled cheeks.
Golden eyes watched Dabi with predatory focus, never once leaving his, as if he couldn’t bear looking away. And he was Dabi’s. Had been, for a while now, even if he still couldn’t quite believe it. Keigo had chosen him, had fought for him, and continued to choose this life together over something much simpler. Because, even if Dabi couldn’t comprehend why, Keigo found him worth it.
And Dabi would be damned if he let the ghost of his father stand in the way of that.
‘Take it away,’ he ground out, each word a struggle, but Keigo’s gaze spoke of endless patience, so he pushed through. ‘When you—when I came, I didn’t hear them anymore. All I could think of was you. I want that; I want you. I want you to claim me. Fuck me, mark me, make me yours, give me it all until I forget my damned name.’
‘Dabi.’ A shudder had Keigo’s wings puffing up, his brow furrowing. ‘Ah, fuck, I… Don’t say that unless you mean it.’
‘I mean it. I want this; I don’t know how to want it, but I trust you. I trust that you know me better than I know myself. I… It’s yours. The control. For tonight, at least.’
Golden eyes searched his intently, and Dabi tried his best to keep his expression open and make it say everything he couldn’t put into words, regardless of how damned vulnerable it made him feel. Slowly, Keigo’s pupils dilated, the challenge taking shape behind those eyes, the raptor the Commission had made him suppress rearing its head.
Dabi had chosen the words carefully. Claim. Mark. Yours. He had seen their effect on Keigo before, had seen him melt away under his touch at the mere mention, had noticed how clingy Keigo would get during the aftercare as a result. It held meaning, some instinctual part of Keigo’s brain locking in, slipping outside of his control.
The bird let out a strained breath. ‘You tell me. If you want to stop, you’ll tell me.’
It wasn’t a question, but Dabi still nodded.
‘Fuck. Okay. Yes, okay.’
The shift was imminent. Keigo claimed his mouth with such ferocity that their teeth clashed together, thrusting his fingers at a higher speed than before and hitting Dabi’s prostate dead-on with each passing. The bird’s mouth swallowed Dabi’s strangled moan, Keigo’s fingers still locked around his throat to keep his head in place.
The feathers wrapped around Dabi’s legs pulled them further apart, tilting his hips upwards to give Keigo a better angle, allowing him to drive his fingers deeper still. By the time Keigo pulled away from the kiss to bite Dabi’s neck, sucking on the skin and leaving bruised marks in his way, Dabi was panting.
‘Fuck, Kei—’
Keigo didn’t even look up as he pressed in a third finger, undeterred by Dabi’s loud curse as he kissed a path down Dabi’s chest, tugging on the rope with his teeth. He leaned back, eyes lingering on his own hand, body stilling as it picked up speed. Dabi felt a flush creep up his neck at the intense stare, but Keigo didn’t seem to notice or care.
Then, he pulled his fingers out and rose to his knees, his gaze never leaving Dabi, as if he were afraid Dabi would disappear if he looked away. Dabi shivered in the absence of Keigo’s touch, unable to move with the feathers pinning him down.
Keigo held out his hand, and a feather zipped out, depositing a golden ring and a bottle of lube into his palm. The corner of his mouth twitched as he slickened the metal, then slipped the ring around Dabi’s cock.
Dabi couldn’t stifle a groan as he felt it settle snugly at the base. ‘Why—’
‘Don’t question me.’ Keigo leaned back again, thumbs hooking behind the waistband of his sweatpants as he pulled them down, and his own hard length sprang free. He idly palmed it, and Dabi found himself fixated on the movement of Keigo’s hand, tracing each stroke with his eyes. Keigo noticed; of course, he noticed.
‘Think you can take me, Firefly?’ he asked, thumbing his head.
Dabi swallowed, refusing to answer with the no that tried to make its way to his lips. Instead, he countered, ‘No matching ring for you?’
‘Would make it hard to fill you up, and it’d be a shame if you came too early.’
‘Someone’s confident.’
Keigo’s only answer came in the slight tilt of his head, which was all the warning Dabi got. The bird canted forward, one hand braced beside Dabi’s head, the other lining himself up with Dabi’s entrance. He felt the head press against his rim, eyes widening a fraction, but there was no room for pause as Keigo pushed in.
‘Holy fuck,’ Dabi cursed, his legs straining against the hold of the feathers, a full-body tremor rattling the bed as his brain fought to work around the painful sting of the stretch. He knew Keigo packed quite some girth, but nothing could’ve prepared him for this, the prep seeming wildly insufficient.
‘I need you to relax, Dabi.’ Keigo’s mouth was next to his ear, warm breath tickling his earlobe. His hips had stilled, allowing Dabi to adjust to the new sensation, but he felt the bird tremble with restraint.
‘How. This is… what the fuck, Keigo—’
‘Dabi.’ Keigo placed a hand on the side of his face, thumb pressing firmly against his jaw. ‘Stop panicking and relax. You’ll adjust, but you can’t if you continue to tense your muscles like that. Colour?’
‘Green, but—shit.’ A loud moan was forced out of Dabi’s throat as Keigo pressed in further. He went slow, easing in every inch and adding lube along the way, but he didn’t stop until he was bottomed out.
Dabi groaned when he felt Keigo shift inside him. ‘I really fucking hate you, Jesus, you never told me it felt like that, fuck.’
‘So much for that pain tolerance of yours. Are you really going to keep whining with my dick up your ass?’ Keigo arched an eyebrow, offering an experimental grind of his hips and smirking when Dabi’s breath hitched. ‘All those complaints, and what for? We both know you’ll be begging for more in a minute.’
Dabi glared at him. ‘Still no beggar.’
‘We’ll see about that.’ It was all the warning he got before Keigo pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, choosing a punishing pace that punched the air from Dabi’s lungs, and there was nothing he could do but take it.
A wail was forced from his throat, his fingers digging into the rope as his entire being singled in on the feeling of Keigo moving inside of him. The bird seemed intent on hitting his prostate with each passing, spearing for that bundle of nerves with frightening accuracy.
Dabi wanted to yell. To tell him it was too much. To slow down. But the only words that found their way out when Keigo arched a questioning eyebrow after a particularly loud scream were, ‘Don’t you fucking stop.’
So, Keigo didn’t.
Taloned hands slid to Dabi’s back and grabbed his bound wrists, using them as leverage to pull Dabi deeper onto his cock with each thrust. Teeth bit and scraped a path along Dabi’s neck, the occasional sting of pain quickly forgotten when the assault on his prostate made him see stars.
Keigo’s feathers were everywhere, stroking his skin, pulling his legs wider apart, wiping away the stray tears that leaked down his face before they could soak the mattress. Dabi couldn’t touch him, but he felt him, not an inch of scarred skin undiscovered by Keigo’s methodical approach at taking him apart.
It wasn’t enough. It was too much. It was everything Dabi thought it could be.
He barely noticed when he tipped over the edge, the voices falling quiet at last, a hazy bliss seeping through his mind, like a cat unfurling from slumber. He blinked, dazed, his tight grip on the ropes loosening as his half-lidded gaze caught Keigo’s.
The bird’s smile was near-feral, and his wings rose in two proud, possessive arches above them. ‘That’s it, sweetheart. There it is. Just let go.’
‘Keigo,’ Dabi breathed, hardly recognising his own voice as another moan forced its way out, the bird answering in kind with a low growl. He lowered his body, trapping Dabi’s cock between their abdomens, and Dabi let out a broken whine at the friction, his dick straining against the ring.
‘Fuck, look at you, you’re gorgeous,’ Keigo panted, accentuating the last word with a sharp thrust. ‘Not weak. Not pathetic. But mine. Only mine. What they say doesn’t matter; you’re perfect like this, Dabi. You’re everything I could’ve ever wanted. Everything I could ever need.’
‘Kei—I need… I have to… Fuck.’
‘Tell me, love.’
‘Need to come. Too much, I—I can’t—’
‘You know what I want to hear, Firefly. All you have to do is say it.’
Dabi groaned, head pressed into the mattress, thighs trembling with the strain. He couldn’t focus. Didn’t want to focus. He just had to listen, and Keigo knew what he needed, and Keigo said he had to ask. It was that easy, right? He just had to let go, and Keigo would catch him. He’d always catch him, so there was no need to be afraid of the fall.
‘Please,’ Dabi whispered.
Keigo’s smile was bright enough to light up the world, a trill rumbling in the back of this throat. ‘Good boy.’
A loud string of curses tumbled from Dabi’s lips when Keigo’s fingers slotted around his cock, and he began stroking it with each thrust, picking up speed and slamming his hips against Dabi’s ass hard enough to leave bruises.
The slow build of pleasure behind his abdomen instantly accelerated, reaching its peak at lightning speed, and all Dabi could do was brace for it. He didn’t remember closing his eyes. Didn’t remember his legs curling around Keigo’s waist, ankles locked over each other to keep the bird close. Didn’t want any of this to end, but he knew he could no longer hold it at bay.
‘Please,’ he managed, downright desperate. ‘I need to—Shit, Keigo, please, can I—’
A soft chuckle. ‘You can come, Firefly.’
When Dabi’s orgasm ripped free, it was blindingly intense, his back arching as his vision whited out. Keigo’s name merged with a stretched-out moan, the bird’s hands cradling his face in a gentle juxtaposition to the way he was still brutally fucking into Dabi, mindless words of praise mingling with possessive clicks and coos.
Eventually, Keigo lost his rhythm, his hips stuttering as he let out a series of sharp chirps moments before he came deep inside of him with one last, deep thrust. Dabi whimpered at the overstimulation, squirming slightly in the bird’s tight embrace.
Keigo stilled, remaining buried to the hilt as he lowered himself atop Dabi’s chest, seeking his gaze with focused determination. ‘You did so well, Firefly. So, so well. You still with me?’
Dabi thought he hummed and nodded, but he wasn’t quite sure. He was certain Birdie smiled, though, which was good, as was the soft kiss Keigo planted on his lips before slowly pulling out. Dabi let out a huff of protest, which the bird ignored in favour of lowering Dabi’s legs onto the mattress and gently untying the rope.
Deft hands worked his muscles, massaging out knots Dabi hadn’t known were there, and he was more than content to let it happen. He may have drifted off at some point, floating in the hazy afterglow, but he eventually woke into a cocoon of red. Keen golden eyes were locked on his face, as if monitoring the slightest of changes.
Keigo’s eyes softened when Dabi’s gaze landed on them, and the bird let out a soft chirp. ‘Hi there.’
Dabi only groaned, shifting until he could nuzzle the bird’s neck.
Keigo chuckled. ‘Don’t tell me I wore you out?’
‘Not going to,’ Dabi muttered. ‘Were damned good at that, though.’
‘Told you I’d make it worth it.’
‘Hm.’ He sighed, curling an arm around Keigo’s waist and pulling him closer, the urge to touch him now that he could again almost primal. ‘Fuck, that was good. You were good. Should’ve done that sooner. And… Thank you. For being patient. For… helping me.’
‘You don’t have to thank me for that, Firefly.’ Keigo pressed a kiss on the top of his head. ‘I’m just happy that you trusted me with your pleasure in the end. Are you okay, though? You drifted away for a bit there—wasn’t sure if I should wake you or just let you sleep.’
‘’m fine. More than fine. That was… Hm.’ Dabi shook his head and sighed, pulling back a little to look at the bird. His bird, who somehow always knew what to do even when Dabi was too stubborn to ask for it. ‘You are pretty fucking amazing, you know that?’
Keigo flushed. ‘So, does that mean you want to do this again?’
‘Are you kidding me?’ Dabi pushed himself up a little, capturing Keigo’s mouth with his, deepening the kiss for a moment just because he could, even though his muscles cramped at the sheer effort of keeping himself upright. He smiled at the bird when he pulled back, his heart hammering in his chest as he beheld the deep red of Keigo’s cheeks and his wide eyes, a tender doubt blooming in their golden depths.
The innate fondness that overtook Dabi at the sight threatened to consume him, and he brushed a thumb along the bird’s bottom lip when he said, ‘This was better than I imagined it’d be. So, after all that? We are definitely doing it again.’