A Taste For Chicken

Birdsong - Part 2 (NSFW)

"Ju-just for tonight," Hawks reaffirmed to himself, for the tenth time, "She'll never know... Maybe..."

His fingers slid across the soft cotton, the soaked fabric clinging to them. He felt a low growl in his throat, staring at it, imagining it was warmer, softer. He couldn’t hold back anymore, gripping it hard and aiming the head of his cock at the hole he'd torn accidentally. He pushed carefully so as not to tear it any more than he had, but found the inside still as unsatisfying as the first time.

Already he was jerking his hips to feel the friction milk his pre-cum out. Inch by inch he pushed in enough that he could let go, wrapping his arms around the front of her pillow in a spooning position. He kept one hand over the front and the other where her pelvis would be to keep it still. He thrust in as much as he could, getting half of himself inside. The smell of his cum mixing with the smell of her skin was powerful and boy did his rut-addled brain love that.

“Oh god...” he muttered, pulling back to thrust in once again. He brought a foot around to hold the bottom in place for a better angle. “Feels s-so good, Sera,” he called out, letting his mind put on a show of her pressed up against him. She'd be trapped in his arms, unable to do anything but let him use her. He could imagine this happening after one of their more minor arguments. One where her main mission was to annoy him as much as possible. He’d drag her here into his room, wipe the cocky smirk off her face as he stuffed his dick down that pretty little throat.

“You’d want it wouldn’t you?” He asked rhetorically, “You’d want me to pin you down and make you behave. I’d be doin' you a favor...”

With that thought in mind he flipped them, so the pillow was face down, his dick still inside while he straddled the sides. He held the pillow down by the top and the middle so that he could fuck into it at a faster pace. The imagery swam in his head of a pinned Halcyon, begging him to slow down, crying at how big he was.

“You always act like such a brat,” he growled against it, “Always needing my attention and starting shit... Flirting with me... Teasing me... Is this how you want it, baby bird? You just beggin' me to put you over my knee and punish you?” He pushed in deep, taking a moment to grind down into the hole. He felt the pull of another release approaching and pulled out quickly. Flipping the pillow back over but still straddling it while he took himself in hand. His shaft lay heavy where her lips would be, giving quick jerking strokes he came all over the pillow yet again.

He let go, slumping over the pillow, breathing heavily as he felt aftershocks spurt underneath him. With a groan he pulled himself up to look down at the mess he made. His face flushed with hot shame yet again, realizing how absolutely fucked he was.

"Jesus Christ Keigo..." He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, "What the fuck am I gonna do?"

Halcyon's pillow was completely ruined and the worst part was it was incredibly obvious what had happened. It absolutely reeked of cum and Keigo's sweat. He didn't even know how many times he's fucked the damn thing, but every time he got a whiff of her he was hard again and just lost his mind.

At this point there was no room for shame when it came to the thing, so he pulled it close to cuddle it, finding it nice between his knees. He let himself indulge in the fantasy of this being the real Halcyon again, that they were laying together in the blissful afterglow whispering softly. He was sure she would be sweet if he got all that anger out of her.

“Is it sad how much I wanna keep you? Just… just so I can be close to her?” he admitted quietly in the darkness, “God this is so wrong. I hope you never find out how much I need you.”

Hawks dragged himself out of bed, forcing himself to put Halcyon’s pillow down, though the scent still clung to his skin and wings. His head felt hazy, clouded by instincts that had taken over more than he’d like to admit. He needed water, something to clear his mind and cool down the heat running through his body. His chest was tight with frustration as he slipped into a pair of boxer briefs and padded quietly down to the kitchen.