I Don't Forgive You

35. Indulgence

Dabi let out a soft hum as his lips followed along Hawks' neck, his fingers tracing up and down along his collar. "You said you have some toys you want to play with?" He whispered, his hand slowly moving down as he unbuttoned Hawks' shirt. 

Hawks let out a soft chuckle, gasping in between each word as Dabi's mouth trailed down his chest. "Not yet, um, god. Room. Room service first. I'm starvin'."

Dabi hesitated for a moment pursing his lips together, "I'd rather eat something else." He pushed Hawks down onto the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of him. His fingers fumbled with Hawks' belt, as his lips trailed down toward his waist band. "Order room service if you want."

Hawks couldn't order room service right now even if he tried. Besides, if he did then some poor unsuspecting staff might walk in on them fucking, which was the absolute last thing that he wanted to happen. He let out a gasp as he felt Dabi's warm mouth wrap around his erection. 

It didn't matter how long they'd been together, Hawks would never quite get used to the unnatural amount of heat that engulfed him from Dabi's mouth. He tangled his fingers in the sheets, trying to keep himself steady. Something deep inside of him felt as though it were doing somersaults, as Dabi's fingers drew invisible lines up and down his thighs, his head bobbing up and down on his cock. 

All other thoughts left his head, only able to think of the absolute pleasure that he felt. He bit the side of his tongue, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape his throat, more out of habit than anything. 

He let out a small whine at the sudden absence of Dabi's mouth as he pulled away, his breath growing heavy as he tired to catch it.

"Don't do that," Dabi said, once he had finally caught his breath. He wiped the side of his mouth, smirking up at Hawks. "I want to hear you. I want you to be as loud as you possibly can." He pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side. "Are you ever gonna show me those new toys? I have to say I'm intrigued."

"I, uh," Hawks mumbled, suddenly feeling very nervous and vulnerable. It felt a little silly sometimes. They'd been together for so long they were so comfortable with each other, yet Dabi still knew all the things to do to turn him into a complete wreck. "It's in the bag." Hawks' eyes drifted over to a bag that was sitting by the bed, not able to compose himself enough to get it himself.

With a smirk, Dabi pulled the bag toward him. He kept his eyes fixed on Hawks as he pulled out each one of the toys, a choke collar, a flogger, a butt plug, and handcuffs. "This is for you right, you don't expect me to wear these?" He held out the black fuzzy handcuffs, dangling them off of one finger.

"I though you'd like them," Hawks bit his bottom lip, "That's why they're black."

Dabi scowled, just waiting for Hawks to change his answer, because there was no way in hell that Keigo could actually believe that Touya would wear them. "You can't be fucking serious."

"You'll just have to put them on and see," Hawks stuck his tongue out at Dabi, leaning back on the bed. "Come here, baby."

Shaking his head, Dabi crawled on top of him. With a smirk he closed the handcuff down on Hawks' wrist. Before he could react, Dabi was on his back with Hawks on top of him. He had moved faster than Dabi could even process. Each of their hands in a cuff, locked to the base board of the bed.

"Kei," Dabi glared up at him, "I don't have the fucking key. Why the hell did you do that?"

"Relax Dabi," Hawks hummed, leaning down over Dabi, pressing his lips against the scarred skin of his neck, "I'll unlock us. After we get the chance to play. Just enjoy it, stop stressing so much."