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Hawks was tired — exhausted enough to feel it, like an iron hammer to his back. He had half a mind to text the villain to cancel their plans on his flight home, but then he remembered how earnestly and patiently Dabi had listened to him last weekend, how into the scenario he’d been when Hawks had managed to get it out.
He’d overdone it at work — like they’d talked about. Come home ready to collapse into bed face first. Dabi had told him to be careful though, to not actually push himself too hard for the sake of their play.
You still need to have energy to communicate with me when I check in. I don’t want you to slip too fast .
Hawks heard the villain’s voice in his head as he landed on his balcony, letting his feathers unlock the door. “I’ll be fine,” Hawks bluffed to himself as he limped into his living room.
There’d been an attempted bank robbery by a girl with a long range wind quirk. He’d hit a lot of buildings trying to get her cuffed. He could’ve asked any of his sidekicks to handle it but the Commission had wanted him to take care of it personally. It’s not like Hawks was allowed to say no.
Hawks shook his head. None of that mattered anymore even if his wings ached and he could feel a bruise swallowing his right thigh. Tonight would be special. It was finally happening. Dabi was going to “take advantage” of him.
He had just enough time to take a quick shower before Dabi arrived. He wasn’t going to, originally, but after taking one whiff of his flight suit, Hawks realized there was no way he wanted to put Dabi through that, realism be damned.
The hot water helped soothe his tense muscles, and even through his fatigue, Hawks couldn’t deny the thrill of anticipation he felt about what was to come. There was a certain amount he knew, but he’d trusted Dabi to flesh in some of the details, to still keep the excitement alive.
Not that we have a problem with that , Hawks thought as he toweled off. Dabi was as generous as he was beautiful, and there were hardly moments where Hawks could resist him.
“Though I guess that’s the whole point of tonight,” Hawks said to himself in the mirror, which is as close as he got to a pep talk before he heard the familiar click of his window opening.
“Birdie?” He heard Dabi call from the bedroom, tell-tale thud of his combat boots hitting the floor.
“Coming!” Hawks said as he shuffled to walk with the towel around his waist.
“Decided I’d just let myself in,” Dabi said, shrugging off his long leather jacket and dropping it unceremoniously on Hawks’s good rug.
“Dabi, I leave the window unlocked,” Hawks reminded, even though he knew the villain was just teasing him.
“Right,” Dabi said, but it didn’t sound like he’d really heard Hawks. It looked like he was too busy staring at Hawks’s wet tits.
“Eyes up here, buddy,” Hawks said, clutching the towel tighter around him but Dabi’s gaze cut through him. It was clear he’d arrived at Hawks’ apartment with a specific motive.
“Why? You’re beautiful birdie,” Dabi said, without blinking.
“I’m not in the mood,” Hawks responded, the lie slipping from his mouth smoother than he expected.
He’d barely finished his sentence before Dabi was moving onto him, crushing his body against the closed bathroom door. Dabi was warmer than usual, and Hawks felt like he was playing with fire.
“But what if I am?” Dabi muttered right against Hawks’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip. The shower water on Hawks's collarbone evaporated as Dabi leaned closer. Hawks tried to turn away from the kiss but Dabi was too good, too familiar. He ended up giving into the villain on instinct.
Dabi was licking into his mouth with a practiced ease and it was only when he felt the villain’s hand reach for his thigh that he remembered what they were really trying to accomplish tonight.
“Dabi, I’m honestly stupid tired from work,” Hawks said, a little breathless but doing his best to be firm all the same. He placed his hands on Dabi’s chest, trying to establish some space between them.
“I know, birdie, I saw the news,” Dabi said, and sure enough Dabi’s fingers were gentle where they held Hawks's hips, rubbing small circles. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“I don’t know if I have the energy —“
“Baby, just let me take care of you,” Dabi continued, leaning closer and Hawks’s palms faltered from where they were pushing against the villain’s chest. “I can’t stop thinking about how incredible you’d feel, how pretty you’d look against these sheets, all spread out for me.”
“I could make you feel so good, baby bird,” Dabi whispered, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the curve of Hawks’s jaw.
There were very real aches in Hawks’s body as Dabi maneuvered them almost tenderly onto the bed. But even with the soreness, Hawks knew he was practically dripping. He was so wet from knowing Dabi wanted to fuck him so badly it didn’t matter how he felt about it. The villain wanted to take, regardless if Hawks was offering or not.
The power imbalance was going to his head. Dabi was kissing and biting his neck and each nip made his cunt ache. He knew he’d be marked all over, more than usual. Dabi was being possessive and Hawks was obsessed.
But at the same time he was tired, his muscles did hurt, and he could feel the exhaustion at the back of his mind. He didn’t know if he could last for more than one orgasm, considering how close he felt already.
Dabi didn’t ask before undoing Hawks’s towel, his hands sliding to touch Hawks where he wanted to most.
“ Dabi ,” Hawks moaned when two of the villain’s fingers slipped inside him with no preamble.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Dabi whispered, “I knew you wanted this.”
Despite the kind progression to this point, there was nothing nice about the way Dabi was fucking him now. Hawks couldn’t describe the sounds he was making, only that it seemed to edge Dabi on even further, the look in his partner’s eyes seeming almost feral.
“Such a little slut,” Dabi gasped as he added another finger, stretching Hawks’s cunt even wider with a wet squelch. “Do you hear yourself? You’re dripping like a whore.”
Hawks whined, his hips grinding down into Dabi’s fingers. He’d never really been into humiliation before Dabi came along but there was something about Dabi’s voice when he called Hawks all those filthy names that made him feel so special. He could forget about who he was for a moment, all those difficult responsibilities and demands everyone else made of him. Instead, Hawks could stay inside Dabi’s need for him as if it was the only thing that mattered.
“Oh fuck,” Hawks panted out as he felt his orgasm building inside him. It never took long after Dabi called him a whore. “Dabi, I think I’m —“
“Is my slut going to come?” Dabi asked, his thumb circling over Hawks’s clit.
“Y-Yeah,” Hawks's back arched as Dabi pushed down on his dick, just the right way.
“Go on,” Dabi said just as Hawks’s orgasm tore through him. His wings fluttered wide, definitely knocking into a bedside lamp.
“Holy shit,” Hawks groaned, as he came back to his body, stars floating in front of his eyes. That was stronger than anything he’d experienced with Dabi before. “That was crazy.”
“You did so well, birdie,” Dabi praised. Hawks looked up at where Dabi was straddling him, eyes falling to the definite bulge in his jeans.
“What color are you?” Dabi asked, once he noticed Hawks staring.
“Green,” Hawks said, without thinking too hard about it. His body still felt orgasm heavy, but surely he could keep going. He knew his limits.
Dabi didn’t say anything, just undid the belt of his jeans, pulling at the garment until it was loose. Hawks propped himself up on his elbows as he watched Dabi kick off his jeans and take off his shirt, until he was wearing nothing but his dark boxers which left little to the imagination.
“Sure you can handle more?” Dabi asked, his fingers snapping the elastic of his boxers.
“Please,” Hawks said, surprising himself with how desperate he sounded.
“Since you’re asking so nicely,” Dabi said, kicking off his boxers and walking back to the bed.
Dabi’s dick was hard, curved with piercings that made Hawks’s mouth water. Dabi didn’t ask him to get on his knees, but he was ready, stumbling over the smooth sheets of his bed. He knew he was breaking the scene a little, but who could blame him, it was hard to ignore his oral fixation when it came to Dabi’s dick.
Dabi smiled down at Hawks before he tightened his fingers in his hair, pulling sharply.
“Oh fuck ,” Dabi gasped as forced his cock into Hawks’s mouth. Hawks loved hearing Dabi moan, the villain made such gorgeous rough sounds.
Like they’d planned, Dabi set a brutal pace, hitting the back of Hawks’s throat almost every time.
“Such a pretty mouth,” Dabi complimented, his voice darker than usual, “Nobody else sees you like this, just me.” It was easy for Hawks to let go then, to reach that place in his head where there was only the buzz of desire, only Dabi’s name and his need to serve.
He was wet too, could feel the dampness between his legs pooling the longer Dabi throat fucked him, possessing his every thought.
Hawks had a killer gag reflex, but it wasn’t fool proof. Dabi knew, best of all, and soon Hawks felt himself start to choke, eyes watering. Somewhere Hawks knew he could tap out if he wanted because it was starting to hurt a little, and if Dabi continued it would definitely hurt more. But maybe he could handle a little pain mixed in with the pleasure tonight.
Hawks's hand trembled as he began to touch himself as Dabi continued to make him choke on his dick. He was already close when he felt the first splash of sick spill out of his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Dabi said, his eyes widening as Hawks's began to throw up on his cock, the warm gush of bile making his mouth even slicker than before.
Dabi didn’t stop, but he did slow down a little. They’d done this before, but not often. It took a lot out of Hawks, put him in the furthest of subspace and it turned Dabi on like nothing else.
Hawks gagged loudly as he hurled again, this time shuddering hard enough that Dabi’s cock slipped out of his mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” Hawks cried, as his hand sped up between his legs. It didn’t take long until his body was shivering with his second orgasm.
“Holy shit, Hawks,” Dabi cursed, as he took in the mess Hawks had made of himself. It should be rancid but Dabi felt his dick twitch in his hand, missing the filthy slide of Hawks’s throat. Hawks was catching his breath in front of him, eyes glassy as he looked up at Dabi from his knees.
Dabi knew he could add to the mess right now, finish the night off with his hand but he saw the slick between Hawks’s fingers from where he’d touched himself.
He was only half thinking of checking in with Hawks when he pushed him onto his back. The hero went into position so easily, though he did hear a chirp of indignation.
“Shut up, you’ll take my cock anywhere,” Dabi drawled, which is all the warning Hawks got before he felt Dabi push into his soaking cunt.
Hawks’s back arched with the intrusion, that sudden drag of those piercings against his g-spot stinging slightly with over sensitivity. But he was still riding the high of his previous orgasm, and while it hurt a little, it still felt good to be full.
“Hawks?” Dabi asked, the slightest bit of steam leaking out from his cheek staples, “You’re still green right?”
It took Hawks a moment to register the question, his mind somewhere else with the sensations coursing through his body. That should’ve been a sign perhaps that maybe he wasn’t as green as Dabi thought he was.
“Green?” Dabi asked again, and Hawks could feel the villain’s cock twitching inside him, could see Dabi’s eyes blown wide into a ring of blue with how turned on he was.
He blinked up at Dabi, attempting some semblance of a nod. At that moment he wanted to give Dabi everything, anything. He wanted to be good.
“Such a pretty whore,” Dabi praised, as fingers wrapped around Hawks’s throat, not tight enough to bruise but enough to silence him completely now that consent had been given. “All mine to use.”
Hawks wanted to chirp in pleasure? pain? He wasn't sure. It was getting hard to tell the longer Dabi fucked him, using his body like a toy.
It was clear Dabi was enjoying being in charge, Hawks had never seen him last this long. Dabi’s palm curled over Hawks's throat like a brand and his hips moved with fervent urgency as his eyes fluttered close.
He wondered what Dabi was thinking about as he tried to climax. Hawks knew he wasn’t exactly a pretty picture right now, he could taste the sour stench of his sickness on his tongue, mingling in with the saltiness of Dabi’s precome. But he hoped he was still good enough for Dabi, that even though his body was starting to ache with oversensitivity that it was working for Dabi.
He wasn’t expecting Dabi to touch him, not since he’d already come twice, but the hand around his throat slipped down to finger his clit.
“Oh fuck,” Hawks moaned, body buzzing with oversensitivity. Hawks felt like he was riding the fine line between desire and pain, not sure where he would end up once the night was over.
“I think you can go again,” Dabi panted above him. He must be close, the temperature in the room was a degree or two higher than it normally was.
I don’t want to, Hawks thought, but the words felt heavy and too far from his tongue. He wished he didn’t feel so tired, so strung out underneath Dabi. But as Dabi continued to fuck him, grinding into his hole and palming at his dick, Hawks couldn’t deny the sparks of pleasure which were starting to burn through him again.
Hawks looked down and placed a hand on the slight bulge in his belly marking where Dabi’s cock was inside him. It overwhelmed him to know they were so connected, that Dabi was splitting him open so hard.
“God I’m so fucking close,” Dabi murmured. His voice was lower than usual and it made Hawks’s stomach shiver.
“Yeah?” Hawks heard himself whimper.
“Yeah, but I really wanna see you come again,” Dabi confessed, “You make the prettiest noises.”
“Okay,” Hawks said, even though his thigh was starting to throb with all the movement. If he focused, maybe he could give Dabi what he wanted.
“Such a good boy for me,” Dabi praised as Hawks began to tilt his hips up to meet Dabi thrust for thrust.
It didn’t take long before they settled into a rough and steady rhythm that had Hawks right on the edge. He looked up at Dabi, seeking permission.
“Please,” Hawks managed to get out.
“That’s it, let go for me baby,” Dabi said, so kind and gentle and unlike anything that had happened earlier tonight, Hawks started to cry as his third orgasm made his body stutter.
He could feel it everywhere, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt Dabi come after him almost immediately by the gush of warmth he felt seeping into his cunt.
Dabi continued to fuck into him, repeating Hawks’s name like a prayer as he came down from his own high. They were a mess together, Dabi had definitely pulled some of his abdominal staples and Hawks could smell the several fluids in and on him mixing together uncomfortably.
“Holy shit,” Dabi gasped, finally getting off of him. “That was amazing, Hawks.”
Hawks blushed at the compliment, doing his best to hide the wince as Dabi shifted him on the bed. His thighs felt separate from his body, a blooming ache traveling up his limbs.
If Dabi noticed, he didn’t say anything. He simply pressed a soft kiss to Hawks’s forehead, before getting up and directing Hawks towards the bathroom.
“Shower, birdie,” Dabi said, cracking open the door. Hawks briefly thought about how just earlier Dabi had pressed him against it and made him feel so wanted.
He walked into the bathroom, making a beeline to the shower on autopilot. He turned on the water, making sure to not make it the usual scalding temperature he liked, instead focusing on finding a medium temperature that would suit more of Dabi’s needs. They’d talked about it before, how Hawks preferred the water hot, but Dabi, for obvious quirk reasons, couldn’t handle anything about eighty or ninety degrees.
Hawks shivered with the first hint of water on his body. It’s nice to be getting clean. He washed his face, before turning and looking for Dabi, only to find the bathroom empty.
“Dabs?” Hawks calls out, coughing a little with how hoarse his voice is.
“Yeah baby?” Dabi shouts from the bedroom.
“Um. Are you not showering?” Hawks asked, holding back the “with me” because he didn’t want to sound too needy.
“I’m fixing the bed, I’ll be there in a second.” Dabi responded.
“Oh okay,” Hawks said, feeling silly for even asking. They’d definitely trashed the bed. Of course Dabi would want to clean up, with all his staples, it was almost essential to avoid infection.
Minutes passed as Hawks showered alone. He didn’t have to worry about the water turning lukewarm, one of the many perks of living off the commission’s dime. However, he still felt a chill run through him the longer he stood there, his mind buzzing uncomfortably.
Dabi , he wanted to call out, but for some reason didn’t. Dabi had already given him so much, who was he to ask for more?
Hawks stepped out of the shower just as his eyes began to sting with unspoken tears. Dabi walked in as he shakingly wrapped a clean towel around himself.
“Bed’s all clean,” Dabi said, “I changed the sheets and tossed the old ones in the laundry.”
Hawks nodded, unable to meet Dabi’s eyes as he walked past him.
“Showers yours.” He said, but even his voice sounded foreign to him.
“Alright,” Dabi said, and Hawks shut the bathroom door behind him.
He knew he had to get dressed, to put clothes on and maybe even drink some water. But he couldn’t hide from how bad his body felt. He had started to shake and shiver and Hawks felt grateful that Dabi had made the bed. He crumpled into the mattress, pulling the towel and clean blankets around him.
That’s how Dabi found him.
“Hawks?” Dabi asked, concerned, hovering at the edge of the bed. When Hawks didn’t respond, Dabi moved closer.
He gently got into bed next to Hawks. “Birdie, what’s wrong?” he asked, cradling Hawks’s face towards him.
Hawks let out a small chirp at the touch. Hawks wished he could explain more but words felt thick and wrong in his mouth. All he knew was that it felt good to be touched by Dabi and he wanted more.
Hawks couldn’t speak but he nuzzled his face into Dabi’s palm. Hopefully the villain would get the hint.
“Come here, baby bird,” Dabi murmured before wrapping his body around Hawks. Hawks let out an audible soft sigh at the touch, his eyes blinking back tears.
“Better?“ Dabi asked, and Hawks nodded, but he hoped Dabi wouldn’t notice the tears. He didn’t know why he was crying, it felt good to be held, but his mind was still so far away. It was different than plain anxiety, no this fear felt bone deep. He couldn’t shake the paranoia that he’d done something wrong, that the night had gone bad. His brain kept rerunning the events that had taken place, except this time where there was pleasure, Hawks could only imagine criticism.
You’re not good enough.
You’re so ugly.
How could anyone want you now?
“I’m sorry,” Hawks blurted out, his quiet tears overflowing into a choked sob.
He felt Dabi tense next to him, clearly worried. “Baby bird, you don’t have to apologize.”
I do, Hawks’s brain supplied unhelpfully.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, I promise,” Dabi reiterated.
Then why do I feel like I need to? Hawks thought. It confused him the longer he tried to think about it. He pushed his body closer to Dabi, burying his face into the villain’s neck as he cried.
“You’ll be okay, pretty bird, just breathe okay?” Dabi whispered, rubbing his special warm hands over Hawks’s back. It immediately soothed the shiver that ran through him and he wondered if Dabi knew just how helpful and gentle his quirk could be at times.
Hawks nodded slowly and he wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, Dabi whispering sweet nothings into Hawks’s hair and rubbing his back.
While uncomfortable, the headspace Hawks was in didn’t feel totally unfamiliar. He’d been here before after encounters with previous partners, usually after they left. It was strange now that Dabi was here and wasn’t leaving. It felt… better. The thoughts tumbling through his head still sucked but it felt easier to bear them with Dabi’s tender touch.
“There are you are, birdie,” Dabi murmured as Hawks’s sobs faded to soft hiccups.
“Wow,” Hawks said, once he could manage the words, “I feel awful.”
“That makes sense,” Dabi said, his voice still a low steady hum in Hawks’s ears, “We just finished a pretty intense scene. Your endorphins must be all over the place.”
“But it felt good,” Hawks said, trying to understand, “I wanted it.”
“I know you did,” Dabi responded gently, “and you were wonderful, baby.”
“I was?” Hawks asked, surprising himself.
“You were,” Dabi affirmed, giving Hawks a squeeze. “You’re always so good.”
“I wasn’t… gross?” Hawks was quiet. He didn’t know where this question was coming from. Only that he needed Dabi to calm him down.
“You’re never gross, birdie” Dabi said, pressing a kiss to the nape of Hawks’s neck. “Not with me. You’re so special. “
Hawks couldn’t explain what it meant to hear Dabi say that. His throat stayed choked with emotion. It was something he knew of course, in the back of his mind, but after the scene they’d just done, the sentiment had suddenly been thrown into doubt.
“Don’t worry, pretty bird,” Dabi soothed, carding through Hawks’s feathers gently. “You’ll come back to yourself soon. And I’ll be here as long as it takes.”
“Okay,” Hawks said, leaning into the touch and letting out a soft sigh. His mind still felt fuzzy with all that had happened tonight but Dabi was right.
Hawks felt the press of Dabi’s staples against his cheek as the villain pulled him closer.
He wasn’t alone. Dabi was here and that mattered more than anything.