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Hawks opened the apartment door with a soft click, sliding inside with an exaggerated sigh, as if he'd just carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"Ugh..." He grumbled, dropping his jacket on the back of the sofa. "My wings are intact, but my feet, man... It feels like they marched to hell and back, all in the name of justice"
Sitting in the other corner of the room, Dabi raised an eyebrow without even looking up from his phone. "You fly" He said dryly. "Literally. Don't touch the ground if you can avoid it"
"That's just a detail" Hawks grinned, throwing himself onto the sofa with an almost theatrical dramatization. "I had to land on rooftops, escape through narrow alleys, and can you believe a civilian made me chase his cat today? Hero number two, Dabi, I deserve an award, or a treat"
Dabi huffed and dropped his phone on the arm of the armchair. His gaze burned with irony, but also with a certain resigned weariness. He knew Hawks too well to completely fall for that act, but even so, he pulled his feet onto his lap. "Maybe that 'treat' you want isn't on your feet, but higher up" He pointed.
"I don't deny anything, but start with them" Hawks replied, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as he sank deeper into the upholstery.
Dabi rolled his eyes, but began to press his fingers along the soles of his feet with surprisingly careful movements. His touch was warm, naturally, but gentle, avoiding any discomfort. "Tsk... You're not even ashamed, are you? You should be all broken after patrol, but your feet are smoother than a hero's ego"
"I take care of myself, duh" Hawks said with a satisfied little smile. "But you're touching them like you're experienced. Have you massaged many feet, Dabi?"
Dabi looked up with a mocking glint and squeezed Hawks' foot a little harder, making him shudder. "Only those I've endured for more than five minutes. Lucky you"
"Ah, so I'm special" He said, forcing an air of superiority.
"More like bearable" Dabi replied, tracing his thumb down the center of Hawks' foot.
Hawks let out a soft sound, somewhere between surprise and a suppressed gasp.
Dabi paused for a second. "What was that?"
"Nothing, just... continue" He said, too quickly, as if wanting to forget or get past the subject.
Dabi smiled slightly, but it wasn't a gentle smile, it was the smile of someone who has found ammunition. "Sensitive, huh?" He murmured with a hint of playful danger. "Interesting"
"Dabi..." He narrowed his eyes, now on alert.
"Relax, I'll be gentle with you" Dabi chuckled, resuming the massage with gentle movements for now. His fingers lingered on the most delicate points of his feet, testing reactions, studying each involuntary tremor.
Hawks looked away, trying to maintain his composure, but it was difficult with that heat creeping across his skin with each well-placed touch. He was beginning to regret asking for it.
Dabi was clearly enjoying himself now. "You were complaining for nothing just to get me to touch you, huh? I admit that was clever"
"It worked, didn't it?"
Dabi tilted his face, pressing his lips against Hawks' ankle, leaving a warmth there that didn't just come from his Quirk. "Only because I allowed it"
Hawks tried to appear relaxed, but his tense jaw and contracted muscles completely betrayed him. And that damned light, slow massage only made things more difficult.
A silence fell between them, until Dabi asked with a wry smile. "So tell me, birdie" His voice came low, drawn out, almost lazy. "Do you prefer when I press here...?" He pressed the arch of Hawks' foot firmly with his thumb.
Hawks let out a soft, restrained sigh.
"...Or when I do this?" And this time, Dabi lightly dragged the tip of his finger along the sole, from the heel to the base of the toes.
The reaction was immediate, Hawks' foot twitched, and the hero let out an involuntary half-laugh, as if he'd been caught off guard. "Dabi..." He murmured, the corners of his mouth already beginning to twitch.
Dabi's eyes widened slightly in feigned surprise. "Hmm, look at that, was that a giggle? Are you ticklish by any chance?"
"I'm not ticklish" He lied, already shifting restlessly on the sofa, trying to pull his foot back. "It was just a reflex"
"Sure" Dabi said, now with an openly mischievous expression. He gripped his ankle firmly, as if studying his prey. "Reflex. Shall we confirm that together?"
And before Hawks could protest, Dabi ran his fingers more intently along the sole of his foot, quick, light, persistent.
The hero's laugh came without warning, somewhat choked, as if he were still trying to maintain his composure. "D-Dabi hahahahahaha!" Stop it!" He said, between stifled laughs, kicking the air with his other foot.
"Ah, so it was tickling after all, how interesting" He murmured, now diligently exploring each sensitive spot. Dabi's long, warm fingers lightly scratched his arches, slipping between his toes and tracing certain points that elicited more desperate laughter from Hawks, like the middle of the sole.
"Hahahahahahaha! Wait! I-It's not fair! Hahahahahahaha!" Hawks complained, writhing on the sofa, his wings flapping uselessly behind him. "I'm tired, this was supposed to be relaxing!"
"I'm taking care of you, birdie" Dabi teased, with a wide grin. "I'm just exploring new therapeutic methods"
"This isn't therapy! Hahahahahahaha!" It's torture disguised as affection!" He managed to say between laughs.
"And you're loving it" Dabi retorted, chuckling softly.
Hawks, even while laughing and trying to break free, didn't deny it. Amidst the protests, his eyes shone, there was something intimate and disarming in that surrender, even under attack. "You're a sadist" He said, his breath ragged, still writhing at his feet, trying to escape the hands that were slowly losing their rhythm.
Dabi finally stopped, keeping his hands where they were, now only gripping his feet more firmly. "Only with those who can handle it" He said, his voice lower this time.
There was a brief silence between them, Hawks' breathing calming. "Okay, you've had your fun, now it's my turn"
Dabi didn't answer, but he saw Hawks lean forward, agile, and in a swift movement, lunge at him, knocking him back onto the carpet. "Tsk... Bold"
Hawks, now on top, gripped his boyfriend's side and began to slide his fingers under his white shirt. "Let's see if you're ticklish too, nobody escapes revenge!"
Dabi clicked his tongue, a slight spasm running through his body as Hawks' fingers found his waist, a nervous smile taking over his expression. "Are you really trying?" He teased.
Hawks didn't answer, only increased the intensity, his fingers exploring along his ribs this time, with a mixture of precision and playful revenge.
And for a moment, it seemed to work, Dabi arched his back with an involuntary sigh, a hoarse laugh escaping. "Hah... getting the hang of it, huh, birdie?"
But before Hawks could celebrate, he felt Dabi's warm hands firmly encircle his hips. "Too bad you got distracted" And, in a quick and effortless movement, he reversed their position, immobilizing Hawks's wrists above his head with one hand.
Hawks opened his mouth to protest, but froze as he felt Dabi's free hand slowly slide along the contour of his shoulders, until it reached the base of his wings, causing him to shudder immediately. "N-No... Don't you dare...!"
"What?" Dabi smiled, his voice low and provocative. "Can't I touch my boyfriend? I thought we were intimate"
"They're sensitive" He said through gritted teeth, already squirming, but without the real strength to break free.
"Precisely for that reason" Dabi replied, calmly dragging his fingers along one of the wings, making the feathers bristle in a visible shudder. "Each of these feathers reacts as if it were pure nerve. Delicate, aren't they?"
"Hahahahahahahaha! No! D-Dabi...!" Hawks gasped, his body involuntarily shrinking as the fingers passed near the base of the wings, where the feathers were shorter and thinner and where the sensitivity was almost electric.
"You may be all confident in the sky, but down here on the ground," He brushed his lips along the curve of the left wing, speaking between slow taunts, "you tremble at the slightest touch. So much hidden fragility, huh?"
"T-That's a low blow" Hawks practically choked, squinting, a visible blush on his cheeks.
"It's strategy, a villain's strategy" Dabi replied, and then, without warning, attacked both wings simultaneously, his nimble fingers gliding along their bases, applying small pressures, light scratches, alternating touches of teasing and tickling.
Hawks burst into uncontrollable laughter, his muscles contracting, his wings thrashing aimlessly. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO, NOHAHAHAHAHAHA!" It was too much, too sensitive.
Dabi smiled, having to dodge a few times because of the wings' agitation, but continued the attack.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! I SURRENDER!" He yelled between laughs, his body contorting, his eyes tearing up.
Dabi stopped, but kept his gaze fixed on him, his fingers playing on his chest, with a smile that was almost a malicious victory. "Your revenge was pathetic" He said, resting his forehead against his. "But it was worth it to see you writhing like that because of me"
Hawks was still trying to catch his breath, his eyes half-closed, his breathing ragged. "I'll still get my revenge, just you wait"
Dabi shrugged. "Good luck, birdie"