Rivals with benefits ( Dabihawks smut )

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Hawks sighed slightly, washing his hands until someone knocked on the door, "Everything okay, Mr Takami? We're back live in two minutes." He fixed his hair in the mirror, then went out the door. "Jee, sorry, long days upset my stomach. Don't worry, it's all good now." Walking next to his PA, Keigo mentally prepared for what was about to come, the imagine of Dabi cumming in his own hand driving his insides wild. He wanted the man so much, dangerously so, and as much as he hated to admit, it was ruining the focus he has so always kept so well throughout his whole life. Maybe being a hero alone wasn't enough anymore...

Dabi hummed and went to get up, getting another beer because the feathers were being stubborn and not wanting to get it for him. He had the tv turned on to he interview. He was walking a lot better, but it took him five minutes to get the beer, he looked at the tv, coming over and the was excited to get him. His goal was making him cum in front of thousands of people. He came back over to the couch, opening his beer and humming, drinking it and laying down. It was probably a full 10 minutes of nothing happening, until he grabbed the feather and started playing with it

Hawks had started feeling normal again, already suspecting Dabi having fallen asleep when he suddenly felt the tingles again, way less intense this time but nonetheless there. He smiled, answering the current question with a little charming counter question, his eyes looking directly into the TV camera for a moment. It was for Dabi only and he hoped the man caught it. The game was on.

He watched the camera, how Hawks looked into it and he grinned. "Let's see how long it takes for you to break, pretty bird~" he whispered softly to himself, sucking on the tip of his feather, grazing his teeth over it.

A sharp jolt of electricity ran through him when he felt stronger tingles going straight to his dick, a very faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. He curled his one hand into a fist under the table, trying not to think of Dabi probably licking and biting his feather. He wondered if the other male was pleasuring himself too doing it, the thought making his dick jump in excitement.

Dabi's hand slowly a creeped into his pants, grunting as he moved his fingers over his cummy tip. He moaned, sending a vibration through a feather, heating up his tongue a little as he sucked and pleasured the both of them.

The male interviewing the two heroes had a co-host, his ex wife. What a toxic show. The woman smiled at hawks and rested her elbows on the desk, giving him a view of her plump breasts in the tight top she wore. She looked towards him, blinking at him and smiling, "so~ we see how you've been in your work. You're quite an amazing hero, how are you as a boyfriend~? Got a girlfriend~?"

The burning sensation made Hawks rock hard, taking another slow inhale as to not show anything to anyone not knowing what was happening. He bit his bottom lip slightly, wetting them, then accidentally glanced at the woman's cleavage before looking away politely. "The job leaves little room for partners I'm afraid. Though I appreciate all the offers~" he joked, thinking how stupid this must have sounded immediately. "What I'm trying to say is that I won't comment on my private life, you have to leave it to your imagination."

Dabi grinned and leaned into the back of the couch, slowly started to pump his hand around his length, grunting and sucking on his feather, his tongue going up and down it as it lay between his upper and bottom teeth. He watched the tv with dazed and pleasured eyes, moaning quietly and panting.

The woman looked at bit upset that she didn't get exactly what she wanted, but she was persistent. "But, I'm asking for all your fans, do you have a partner?" She asked, with a hum.

Hawks took a sharper inhale, feeling the strong sensation of something more intense now. His breath came in harder, he was definitely getting a hard-on now, fuck. The hero's suit pants were so tight that is was starting to feel very cramped. And all on top this interviewer wasn't letting it go. "Maybe I do~" he teased, winking into the camera, his eyes lingering there for a moment as if he could see Dabi.

Dabi was getting close now from his previous climax, grunting and biting a little on the feather as he briefly screwed his eyes shut. "Fuck..~" he muffled out, so aroused because he could only imagine how hard and horny hawks was. He looked up at the tv at the male, he was doing a decent job, no one else had caught on, but he could tell he was getting uncomfortable by the way he tucked his wings and how he was trying to cover his hard-on.

The co-host woman, whose name was Mizuki, smiled softly, blushing a little. "So~ who is it? Who's the lucky girl~?"

The hero's face had gotten more flustered, most would probably think it was because of the question. He scratched his beard, exhaling shakily but being very quiet, his dick starting to twitch at how the tingles were sharp and centered now. He was so close he could almost taste his own climax. Crazy and shocking how well this actually worked. "I-I'd rather not say, you know. Some secrets gotta stay secret," he said and it took him all of his effort not to twist his face when he was cumming, his brows clenching for a moment. His dick was twitching so hard he shifted in his chair, crossing one leg over the other to get some kind of friction. It was the sweetest torture.

Dabi's cock throbbed in his hand, whining and grunting, biting harder on his feather while he came, holding his hand over his tip, squeezing himself, tightening his core as he bucked his hips up a little into his hand while he coated the tips of his fingers in cum. He watched Hawks as he came and he knew he was cumming too, but the way his wings gave away everything and his brows drew together. He let out a little pleasured laugh, looking at him. He liked watching him like this..knowing what was going on when no one else knew.

Mizuki looked at him, not really noticing much because he was great at acting. But she didn't notice an uncomfortable shift and a flush on his face, "awh is it that sensitive of a topic?" She asked and then her ex husband interrupted, "anyways Mizuki, you're always blabbing your mouth, back to the *real* topic of this interview. That last fight with you and Endeavor Hawks, I heard that you guys don't work too well together? What's this sudden friendship? Is he your little secret pal?"

Noticing the intensity of the tingle led Keigo to believe Dabi had been cumming too, most likely biting the feather on a moment of lacked control. He straightened his shoulder, knowing that it would be hard to get up later without showing his pants too much. So fucking hot. Dabi brought out sides within him he'd never dared to explore, something primal and dark. Still, the host's questions caught him off-guard and he laughed out, patting Enji's shoulder, "Hey, don't be harsh now, we work well together and always have, right, big guy?~" Hawks was teasing and Endeavor knew it, sighing loudly. "As well as can be expected from a youngster like you," was his dry response.

Dabi panted as he came down from his high, watching hawks and laying his head back on the couch, letting go of his dick and standing up, his legs the slightest bit shaky as he went to wash his cummy hand in the kitchen sink, the television still in his view. He dick hung out of his pants so that he wouldn't get his sweatpants all messy. He flinched just the slightest when he heard Endeavor's fire voice. It had been years, but never once did he forget it.

"Well, this wraps up our 30 minute segment with the pro heroes" the co-hostess blurted out, turning to her husband angrily, from when the interrupted her. And when the cameras turned off, she took off her mike. "Fuck you." She huffed, stomping off behind stage.

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