"When was the last time someone took care of you for a change?" Hawks asks while his fingers comb through Dabi's hair. The corner of his lips upturn in a smile when the other shivers in his hands. Dabi turns his face away and huffs, "Don't need anybody to take care of me."A small, irritated noise leaves Hawks' throat, but he shakes it off. "Of course you don't, but I'm a pretty generous guy so consider this a treat for being so good to me."
"And how do you plan on making it good for me, Birdie?" Doubt is laced in the question, but it only challenges Hawks to ensure this is the best god damn experience Dabi's ever had even if what he's got up his sleeve is a bit different than what the villain is probably thinking. "You'll just have to be a good boy and find out." Dabi is in, naked, bound, and blindfolded. All by his own crimson feathers. Its something Hawks has been wanting to do for awhile now, but then there was the complication of fire and the fact Dabi doesn't trust him that well yet. However, today might have been their luckiest day when the idea was brought up after their weekly meetings and both agreed to it no questions asked. Granted his feathers aren't burnt to ash, Hawks can say things are going pretty smoothly so far. Dabi shifts his weight on the mattress when the silence becomes unbearable. "You going to do something to me or what?"
"Someone's a little impatient." Though that's nothing new. "I ain't got all night."
"You'll be taking those words back in a few minutes." Dabi opens his mouth as if to bark back a retort, but he quickly shuts it. Hawks can see him swallow particularly hard by the weight of his words and it's riveting. Taking one of his primary feathers in hand, he guides it along the healthy skin of Dabi's face, mapping out the space and being careful not to snag on his staples. Dabi winces away from the touch at first which leaves and sour taste in Hawks' mouth, but offers calm words of reassurance. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"It'd be better if you did." Dabi mutters. No, that's not the goal tonight. This might not be a wanted villain's style, but Hawks is determined to make Dabi feel wanted. Hawks repeats his motions, dragging his feather across pretty pale skin to get Dabi acclimated to the feeling before moving down towards the purpled, charred skin of Dabi's jaw and neck. He knows Dabi can't feel it, but it helps /him/ know he's treating every inch of his partner's body with the care and attention it deserves. The feather makes a path across the shoulder, onto the healthy skin of his arms, back to burnt flesh of his wrists, and to slender, skilled fingers that have never failed to make him fall apart at the seams. "You really expect me to be turned on by this?" The tone alone is enough to press all the wrong buttons, but Hawks takes a deep breath, hardening the feather, and giving Dabi a swift slap to the cheek with it. The reaction is sinful. A faint gasp with Dabi's lips slightly parted like he wasn't expecting Hawks to do that either. Dabi flexes in his restraints, but relaxes soon after. Let's not forget the slight twitch in his cock that doesn't go unnoticed either. "Don't make me gag you too. I don't expect you to finish with this, but I do expect you to ask for me so you can." Hawks grabs Dabi's chin, thumb hooking into his bottom lip. "Do you understand?" Hawks can tell Dabi's thinking long and hard about his words, but he hums in satisfaction when two tone lips wrap around his finger and suck while he nods his head. The obedience goes straight to Hawks' cock. Fuck. He hopes he can keep it up. When he removes his hand, he continues his path in exploring the more sensitive areas of Dabi's body. Using his now softened feather to sweep back and forth over a nipple until it swells into a stiff peak. The noises Dabi let's put are quiet and breathy, but Hawks drinks it up. "What a slut to enjoy having your tits played with." Dabi /moans/ at that one, arching his back into the touch to feel more of it. His body heat radiating hot enough for Hawks to feel from where he's standing. Hawks is dying to have a taste so he dips his head down to take the stiff bud in his mouth, rolling the metal rod of Dabi's piercing with his tongue. There's a low rumble in his throat when he watches the other toss his head back and groans along with a stream of curses. Dabi's cock stands proudly between his legs now and Hawks has a little self control left not to drop down to his knees and praise the thing that has literally ruined his life. "If you behave, there's plenty more where that came from." He doesn't recognize the sound of his own voice. Rough like gravel and two octaves too low. The flush on Dabi's chest is truly a sight to see. The rise and fall of heavy breathing is desirable and Hawks wants to see more of it. Dabi has a full body shiver when he applies more pressure towards his inner thighs, purposefully sweeping across the balls and avoiding his dick. "Hawks..."
"Yes, baby?" The nickname has Dabi biting at his lip, a sign that he's choosing his words carefully. "Can you- Will you just—"
"Can I just what?" It's his free hand that grabs a handful of Dabi's thigh now while the feather makes work teasing the area just above the base of his cock. "Touch me, god damn it." Dabi says through gritted teeth. "Well, that wasn't very nice. Where are your manners?" And to think Dabi was doing so well too. "Fuck you."
"No, I think I'm going to be the one fucking you tonight." A firm slap to a milky white thigh has Dabi hissing, but the fluid building at the tip of his cockhead tells a different story so Hawks does it again and again and again until the skin is welted and red. It obviously isn't fair if one leg gets more attention than the other so he deals the same punishment in quick, rapid fire movements. Dabi is dripping for it now, occasionally rutting his hips against the feather that teases along the shaft to get any sort of friction, but it isn't enough. "Are you going to try asking me again?" There's a warning hidden. If Dabi decides to act out again, he won't like the result. Hesitation means Dabi understands this. The quiet seems to go on for way too long until Dabi speaks in a barely audible whisper, "Please." Hawks presses his cheek against Dabi's, lips grazing along the shell of his ear, "Please what?"
"God, Hawks, please touch me. You happy now? I need it." The crack in Dabi's voice makes his heart squeeze. Ask and you shall receive, he thinks before gripping Dabi's cock firmly at the base. Dabi is so /hot/ down here. One slow pump from base to tip has Dabi sighing in relief which pulls out a moan of Hawks' own. "I'm going to give it to you so good." Hawks can't see Dabi's eyes because of the blindfold, but he can tell he's bearing holes straight through him. "Better prove it to me then, little bird. Give me your worst." Dabi spreads his legs as wide as he can to give Hawks a better view of his everything and suddenly, Hawks can't move fast enough to remove his clothes.
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Hey guys! This is my very first story, so trust me I know it's bad but I'll get better in the end. 2nd part coming soon! (I'll begin writing it now so it'll be coming out in like 20 minutes since I'm a fast typer! Tysm, have a good day/night or wherever you guys are! Bye bye! :3
