Clipped Wings

Swallow

Lips work at your throat, hands knead your breasts. Another set is slowly skimming over your hips and the matching mouth leaves love bites in its wake. Your wrists are tied and stuck between the body at your back and your wings, and you know you can't fight like this.

"So soft," Aizawa murmurs as he thumbs your nipples. "So perfect."

Hawks cut off your dress before they positioned you. Now he blows on your center and the cool air makes you want to squirm, but you suppress the urge. You don't want to give him the satisfaction.

"You're wet, little finch," he teases.

No shit, you want to say. It's spring, dumbass. It's called instinct.

Aizawa must be more into bondage than you thought because he has a ring gag shoved in your mouth and buckled around your head. You can't speak past pathetic whimpers or grunts. Worse, you're drooling all over your chin and chest. You feel disgusting.

Finger brush your clit and you jolt. Both men chuckle. "That's it, precious." Aizawa rubs his scruff against you light enough not to scratch. "Let him prepare you. We don't want to hurt you."

You don't believe that.

"Yeah," Hawks says from his spot between your legs. "We wanna make you feel good." He blows again and you tremble. It's so hard to keep reactions under control when every instinct screams at you to give in.

Never, you promise yourself. You've always handled your Spring mating urges on your own terms and you'll be damned if you let them win now.

Whether they planned out this venture first or not, the two work in tandem to tear you apart. Aizawa begins nibbling at your throat as Hawks dives into your pussy face first. He's sucking, swirling his tongue around your clit and giving you the barest edge of teeth. Your back threatens to bow; you release the low groan that rises in your chest.

"That's it, babygirl." The hands on your breasts stop their gentle kneading and instead focus on your nipples. Coupled with the sensation at your clit and the damnable man at your back, your body slowly starts forcing you where they want.

Your wings, trapped though they are, twitch and long to open wide. Aizawa is stronger and his arms bracing the, hold them as though caged.

Hawks moans against you. The sight of his head between your legs is painfully erotic, and you'd never guess that the winged hero enjoyed giving oral so much. He's rolling his hips along the bed in lazy waves.

You breathe deeply to center yourself, to pull the reactions and the possibility of impending orgasm in.

A finger far thicker than your own slides inside you. You choke on the breath that was supposed to steady you. Another finger joins the first far too soon, stretching you and curling up just enough brush the sweet spot you can never quite hit. It feels like stars are erupting inside you, hot and sharp and—

Hawks removes his fingers, savoring the taste as he sits upright. He removes his fingers from his mouth with a lascivious 'pop.'

Only now do you realize Hawks is completely nude. A golden tan covers his body and the hair trailing from his belly downward is a darker blond than that atop his head.

The pupils of his eyes are blown wide, leaving the barest glint of amber. He practically gleams against the crimson of his winds, which flare out as you gaze at him, then tuck against his back again.

He shoots you his signature cocky grin. "See something you like?"

The answer is no, but also yes.

'No' because this situation is fucked. 'Yes' because any time before this you'd be salivating over him. He's gorgeous and it isn't just bird instinct yelling that. He's just that pretty.