"I'll bite, what's your word for love?"
Their eyes met, electric blue digging deep into golden hue.
"Bliss."
Despite the slurred word, even his drunken tongue was confident. He didn't dare blink as he answered, not even when those blue eyes narrow...
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Hawks' eyes opened slowly, flickering open, only to blink blurry splotches out of his vision. His whole body ached and hurt.
He shifted his wings, fluttering them slightly. One wing seared with pain, the other was lightly cramped against the wall.
"Awake, pretty Phoenix?"
The voice was directly behind Hawks, just as groggy as he felt. Warm breath tickled against his ear... for a moment Hawks didn't move, trying to wake up his brain.
"Mhm." A simple hum was all he could manage.
Arms that were previously holding his waist loosened, moving down to massage his outer thighs with warm touches.
A small coo escaped Hawks, the hero shifting into the heat behind him.
"I don' think yer awake." The voice hummed into his ear again, "Is the birdie sleepy~?"
Another coo parted from the bird man's mouth, almost like a sigh.
"Ya really are a pigeon~"
Hawks' nose scrunched at that. He didn't like being called pigeon, only one asshole even dared to call him that... he glanced over his shoulder and was met with Dabi's smug face.
...Hawks shifted in his hold, turning around so he could lay chest-to-chest with him so his wings had a little bit more freedom, stretching and curling around a little. A trill rolled off Hawks' tongue as he pressed his face against the villain's warm chest, totally unaware that he wasn't fully conscious.
"Is little birdie in subspace again?" Dabi asked, voice still low. Did he also just wake up?
Hawks understood what he meant, trying to take hold on his tongue again, trying to argue, but his 'no' came out as a small hoo.
"I'll take that as a yes." Dabi's hands moved to his shoulders and started to massage the sore muscles, immediately making the hero melt against him.
'Feels good. S'warm.' It's all Hawks could really think, but verbalizing it turned into a trill in his throat.
"Yer like a corpse possessed by a bird." He joked, hands working away to use warmed fingers, melting through the tension in any muscles they wondered across.
