Pretty Bird - Redemption Part One

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Hawks emerged from the bathroom, feeling more like himself after a shower and wearing a pair of Dabi's sweats with the hems rolled up. He was barefoot and shirtless still, since none of Dabi's would accommodate his wings. He had no idea what had happened to his hero suit and boots, but it was probably a safe bet that Dabi had hidden them and wouldn't be giving them back any time soon.

The villain in question lounged on the bed, absently scrolling through something on his phone. How does he afford a room and a phone? I thought he was homeless...

Dabi looked up and patted the bed beside him. Hawks looked between him and the door, debating his options. Dabi smirked. "Fly away if you want, pretty bird. I won't stop ya."

Dammit. He was so weak for that nickname.

Dabi tossed his phone aside as Hawks climbed on the bed, pulling him over his lap when Hawks would've stayed beside him.

He jumped when Dabi's fingers traced delicately up his sides, guiding him back. Hawks let his wings fall aside as he leaned against Dabi's chest. Dabi's hands were oddly cold for someone with a fire based quirk as they grazed over his sides and abs to his chest, holding him in place.

Dabi's lips pressed into his hair and he skimmed one hand back down Hawks abs, teasing the waistband of his borrowed sweats before sliding over them. Hawks' head rolled back as Dabi rubbed his cock through the material, the texture of the fleece creating agonizing and divine friction against his skin. His cock filled with blood and Hawks exhaled slowly, closing his eyes against it. Dabi's lips trailed down the side of his neck to latch onto the curve where his shoulder connected.

He should leave. That was the right thing to do. Leave, go back to the Hero's Association and admit he'd failed.

Hawks choked back a whine when Dabi's hand slipped under the hem of his sweats, long fingers wrapping around his cock. His other hand migrated upward, gliding over Hawks' throat to cradle his jaw, forcing his head back further. Dabi's middle and index fingers pushed past Hawks' lips, thrusting against his tongue in a parody of the blow job he'd given Dabi before.

"Suck."

Hawks obeyed, running his tongue up and between Dabi's fingers. He squirmed, fighting the urge to roll his hips as Dabi pumped his cock. He felt Dabi harden through their clothes, his cock nestling between his ass cheeks. Dabi stopped suddenly, withdrawing his hand and Hawks had to fight back a whine at the loss of stimulation.

In the blink of an eye, Hawks found himself flat on his back, pinned in place by Dabi's weight. Dabi's hand was on his throat, putting just a hint of pressure.

Dabi leaned down, crushing his mouth against Hawks', his tongue slipping past his lips, the hand not on his throat tugging his sweats down his thighs. Dabi's fingers curled around his cock again, gentle and slow, enough to keep Hawks hard, but not enough for him to get off. Hawks broke away from the kiss, the beginnings of a moan escaping before he could catch it. He cut himself off with a whine, unable to stop his hips from rolling and thrusting into Dabi's hand.

Dabi worked his lips over the underside of Hawks jaw and down his throat. "Make as much noise as you want. The walls are soundproof."

Hawks bit his lip, cutting off a whine as Dabi pulled away again. He wasn't worried about anyone else hearing him, he was worried about hearing himself. As long as he stayed quiet, he could pretend he wasn't enjoying this, pretend it was for his job and not for himself.

Dabi was stripping off his clothes, keeping only his boxers and leaving everything else in a pile on the floor. Hawks gaze roved over the villains body, taking it in for the first time. He wasn't as lean as he looked, muscles defined from use, not training like most pro's were. Scars covered more of his arms and legs than Hawks had realized, but the rest of his skin was pale and unblemished. Dabi caught him looking and stared back, eyes narrowing. "Somethin' wrong?"