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In this world, your soulmate has better scent than anyone else. Dabi never would have thought that his soulmate would be the HPSC's secret agent - and that they would do such domestic shit either. He was sitting on the sofa with Hawks' head in his’s lap, the other humming contentedly as the raven was running his fingers through his hair. Dabi let out a frustrated groan and his hand stopped.
”What’s wrong?” Hawks asked, peering up at him. Dabi tch’ed and rolled his eyes.
”What are we doing, birdy?” He asked with a slight shake of his head. To ease the mood, Hawks beamed up at him.
”Having some quality time, of course,” he said and Dabi snorted.
”You know what I am talking about, Hawks,” he said and Hawks nodded with a hum.
”Yep, you are questioning the best thing in your life for the nth time,” he said and Dabi’s eyes widened. ”Your scent always becomes sour when you do it, so I know. And you do it more than ever these days.” Dabi grumbled and Hawks chuckled. ”You worry too much, Dabs.”
”Oh yeah, because we have nothing to worry about,” Dabi mocked, then yelped as Hawks hit him on the head with one of his feathers. ”Asshole!” He growled, heating his palm up. He brought it close to Hawks’ wings and the younger sighed.
”Hmmmm, it feels good” he hummed and Dabi’s eyebrow twitched.
”I’m going to burn your wings,” he warned and Hawks laughed.
”No, you’re gonna warm them till I become a moaning puddle in your lap,” the blond corrected him with a wink. Dabi’s eyes widened and his lips parted slightly.
”What the hell, man?!” He asked, almost pushing the other off of his lap. And they say that Hawks is an omega… The other grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down in a kiss.
”You taste good when you are embarrassed,” Hawks chirped and Dabi pushed a pillow in his face. Hawks let out a surprised chirp, then a muffled laughter afterwards.
”Go and die, you sexy motherfucker!” Dabi growled, but wouldn’t let the other get up from his lap for the world.