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"Absolutely not." Dabi crossed his arms over his chest. "Please, c'mon, you gotta try it at least once." Hawks scoffed in displeasure. "No. Why would we? You love getting fucked out of your mind by me." He smirked, pulling Hawks closer by the arm, raising a challenging eyebrow.
"Now 𝘐 get to do that to you." Hawks countered. Dabi clenched his jaw slightly and released a heavy sigh. "How 'bout this, hot stuff, if you don't like it this time, we won't have to do it ever again." Dabi eyed Hawks silently with caution. "Alright, fine." He accepted begrudgingly.
Hawks laughed aloud in victorious glee. He clasps his hands together before leaning close and whispering beside Dabi's ear. "You'll enjoy it, sweet cheeks." Dabi shuddered unwillingly. "Whatever." Hawks remained optimistic and leaned back against the bed frame. "So. Strip." Dabi blinked repeatedly.
"What, right now?" He snickered. "Did I stutter?" Hawks frowned, tilting his head slightly. Dabi clears his throat, "What about the others?" Maybe he could get out of it. "They aren't even here right now. Out on some random mission. So, again, strip." And, really, what could he say to that? So, per the orders given, he slowly undressed.
"We don't have all day, come on." Hawks snapped his fingers impatiently. Dabi, despite himself, felt his cheeks warm with annoyance and mild humiliation. Once undressed, he remained sat on the bed, resisting the urge to squirm as Hawks looked him up and down silently.
He'd be 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥 if he let some bird brain get the best of him. "Cat got your tongue?" Dabi taunted, earning an eye roll. "Come sit in my lap." Hawks settled on. "Say please." The latter smiled. They sat there in silence, neither one them giving in for a good while, but eventually, someone had to break.
And break, Dabi did.
He moved closer and sat in Hawks' lap, thighs on either side. Hawks cups Dabi's chin and kisses him deeply. He brushed his tongue against Dabi's bottom lip, swirling their tongues together once he opened his mouth. Hawks pulls back and hastily takes off his shirt and his pants (with the help of Dabi).
"Turn around, yeah? Suck my dick." Hawks uttered, a gentle command, taking it slow. Dabi rolls his eyes with a quiet grumble. Hawks puts his hands on either side of Dabi's waist and adjusts him to where he wants. He shifted lower, off the pillows and more in the middle of the bed before pushing his hand down Dabi's lower back, making said man arch before he licked a strip up his tight hole.
"O‐oh, fuck–" Dabi tensed, eyebrows furrowing. "What the fuck did–was that your fucking tongue?" Hawks doesn't bother answering, opting to bury his face deep between Dabi's cheeks, sloppily eating him out. It was messy and yet, a chaotic form of coordination.
Dabi gasped quietly. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck, this shouldn't feel as good as it does. He quickly lowers his head and wraps his lips around Hawks' cock, moaning around the length when he felt Hawks' tongue penetrate him.
He tries to cover the moans he can't help but release by doubling his efforts, gagging when Hawks bucked his hips up unexpectedly. The stretch in his mouth and the stitches all around his face burned in a way he couldn't get enough of and he hated to admit it, but, he was rock hard just from a little playing.
Dabi made a noise akin to a whimper when the feathers Hawks deliberately sent out brushed his nipples, jerking back when Hawks spanked his ass. Abruptly, the positions changed. Hawks manhandled Dabi off his cock, turning him around and practically dropping him down onto the bed, despite Dabi's.. 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 protests.
So much for taking it slow.
He grabbed the lube and coated his fingers in it, inserting them into Dabi with disregard but not carelessness. "Sh–shit, shit, fuck, slow down." Dabi stammered, breathing shakily. "You like it rough. Your cunt is taking me so well." Dabi leaked precum at Hawks' filthy words. "It's not a–not a, a, fuuuhhckk..." He trailed off as Hawks milked his prostate.
"Oh, no, it's not? Why's it so tight like a pussy, then? Your little boy cunt can't help it, is that it?" Dabi throws an arm across his eyes, quiet wails of pleasure escaping him. Hawks pulls out his fingers and laughed at Dabi's groan. He lubed up his cock before slowly pushing the tip inside.
"Kind of a natural whore, aren't you? Built for this, pretty boy." Hawks muttered absently as he pressed in, listening to Dabi's hoarse moans. He held one of Dabi's legs up, his calve on his shoulder. "It's–hold, fuck, hold on, you're–" Dabi clenched his fists. "What is it? Am I too big for you?" Hawks hummed. "That's okay, baby. I'll make it fit."
He thrusted in all the way, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he hears Dabi's scream that quickly decescended into grunts. Ring ring. Riiing. Ring ring. Dabi peels his eyes open to find Hawks' phone on the raggedy nightstand going the fuck off.
Hawks moaned lowly and reached out far to grab his phone. "Keep quiet, baby doll." He told Dabi before answering the call. "Yeah? What do you need?" Hawks questioned the person on the phone. Dabi, on the other hand, was losing his fucking mind. His mouth fell open and he quickly slapped a hand over it.
The thought of getting caught, God, that did wonders to him. What if the person heard him? What if they found out and confronted them on it? Fuck, what if they jerked off or–or fingered themselves to it. Dabi moaned, muffled behind his palm as he came untouched.
"The noise?" Hawks panted quietly. "Oh," he chuckled. "I'm just out on the subway right now. You know, gotta get my steps in and all that. You should learn from me!" Hawks pinched Dabi's nipple, clearing his throat to cover a groan when he felt Dabi clench around him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I–I got it, no worries. You're, out, later–" Hawks faked a disconnect and hung up, throwing his phone to the side (hopefully not too far). "Came already? Shit, you're cumming again." He observed, groaning quietly at the sight. "Such sensitive tits." Dabi moaned, voice cracking.
"They're–n-not fucking tits." Dabi's eyes slipped closed as he felt Hawks speed up. The pace was rough, even as Dabi tensed and squirmed beneath him at the sensitivity. Hawks panted beside his ear, fingers pinching and turning the man's nipple. It was near painful and Dabi would be a damn liar if he said he didn't like it.
"Fuck, your pussy's s-so tight takin' my cock—" Hawks groaned, broken whines tumbling out of his mouth as his hips stuttered. He was getting close too quickly for his liking. Feeling Dabi clench around him, listening to the man's protests for him to 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 and to 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, well, let's just say his dick wasn't throbbing for no reason.
Dabi choked out a moan when Hawks thrusted deeper, hands scrambling to push back against the man's chest. His thighs instinctively went to close, but with one leg on Hawks' shoulder and the other curled against his back... he felt locked in this position, unable to move until Hawks let up.
Dabi's spent cock twitched where it lied on his stomach, cum steadily leaking from the slit as Hawks rammed into his prostate. Eventually, his insides were filled with warmth and mess. Dabi could barely keep his legs from shaking whilst he threw an arm over his eyes.
Hawks pulled out, kissing Dabi's collarbone when the man hissed quietly at the feeling. Cum threatened to leave his pink, bruised hole, so Hawks does the reasonable thing and pushes it back in with his fingers, grinning dopily at Dabi's weak, gruff whimper. He wipes his hand on the tainted sheets and collapses beside Dabi.
"Hey, wanna go again?"