KC's spicy sideblog

hawks is laid out on the edge of the bed, his wrists tied above his head and his legs tied to keep them apart. the guys take their turns, one after another, fucking him until he's whining and begging to cum. he's only allowed to cum when they say so, though, and they don't think he's earned it quite yet.

hawks on the verge of tears, having been on edge for at least the last four rounds but not allowed to cum. dabi kneels above his head and tells him he can cum if he's a good little whore and swallows one of dabi's loads.

hawks nods desperately, and dabi eases his cock down hawks' throat, feeling the bulge there as he shallowly thrusts into hawks' willing mouth. hawks whines around dabi's cock, back arching as one of the others plows into him. he wants to cum so, so fucking badly.

he strokes his tongue along dabi's cock as much as he can, trying to coax the cum out of him so hawks can swallow it all like a good boy and get to cum himself.

dabi thrusts into his throat with a grunt, and shoots his cum down hawks' throat. hawks swallows it eagerly, squeezing around the cock in his cunt in anticipation.

dabi pulls most of the way out, letting hawks clean the tip of his cock with his tongue, and thumbs along hawks' swollen lips wrapped around him.

"good little bird," he purrs. "you can cum now."

hawks cums with a long, desperate whine, shaking around the cock inside of him. they curse and cum inside him, filling him up even further.

after maybe round eight or nine, once everyone has had at least one turn, they tie a blindfold around hawks' eyes and introduce a new game:

they'll fuck him, one at a time, and hawks has five minutes each to guess whose cock is inside of him.

if he guesses right, he gets to cum.

if he guesses wrong, or cant come up with a guess, he gets punished. the punishment depends on who us fucking him, and how many times he's been wrong.

dabi and spinner's cocks are fairly easy, with dabi's piercings and spinner's distinctive shape. the others, hawks has to rely more on how they fuck him to figure it out.

he gets the first couple right, because it's dabi, then spinner.

but after that, things get harder, and he mistakes shigaraki for compress. he gets three-fingered slaps to his cunt for that, shigaraki making him beg for forgiveness until he's satisfied.

shigaraki grinds deep inside of him, filling him as deeply as possible, and growls, "maybe this'll help you remember who's fucking king around here."

hawks whimpers and nods, and the next person takes their position.

he mistakes compress for twice, and gets the lash of a riding crop to his inner thighs, then guesses twice, but it's shigaraki taking another turn, and gets another set of slaps across his pussy.

after he gets the first few wrong, it gets harder for him to concentrate, the mix of pain and being edged so much making his mind hazy.

he mistakes dabi for shigaraki, and gets a handprint branded on his ass. hawks can't hold back, and cums with a sob, blabbering apologies as dabi fucks into him brutally, marking another brand on his thigh.

"such a bad birdie," dabi taunts. "how are you gonna make it up to us?"

"anything," hawks babbles. "fuck, anything, i'm so sorry."

they untie him and spread him out on the bed, each of them taking a part to fuck. compress and shigaraki double-team hawks' ass and cunt, spinner and twice hold him by his wrists and fuck into his hands, and dabi kneels over him, grinding his cock against hawks' chest, making hawks continue to spew apologies and promises to be good.

"that's enough of that," dabi eventually decides, adjusting to stuff his cock down hawks' throat.

they take their fill, using hawks' body as they please, and leave him a quivering, fucked-out mess. 

dabi takes care of him after, petting his hair and telling him what a good boy he was, how well he did. he fingers hawks gently, making him listen to how wet and ruined he is, and slowly coaxes an orgasm out of him that makes him *scream.*

"what a perfect little birdie," dabi purrs, kissing hawks' cheek. "such an amazing little slut for us. my perfect little fuckhole. aren’t you, baby?"

hawks nods, dazedly, and whines. dabi kisses him properly, stroking his face and hair and murmuring praises against his lips.

dabi cleans him up a bit, just enough so that he'll be comfortable when dabi pulls him under the blankets and holds him close for a good long nap.

touya tips over a decorative bowl on the coffee table with his foot, spilling its contents onto the floor, and gives hawks an innocent "oops?" look when hawks looks over.

hawks rolls his eyes, but goes over and gets onto his knees to pick everything up, giving touya a perfect view of that gorgeous pink pussy.

touya rubs himself through his pants, watching hawks' ass wriggle as he reaches under the coffee table to reach the objects that rolled underneath.

when hawks gets back up, he eyes touya's hand, raising a pointed brow.

"anything else you need me to clean up?" he asks.

touya smirks, taking his hand away and resting his arms on the back of the couch. ”i dunno, what else is included in your 'services?'"

"well, you paid for the full package, so..." hawks steps forward to kneel between touya's legs, planting his hands on touya's thighs. "what would you like?"

touya pretends to consider, enjoying the view of hawks looking up at him from between his thighs.

"how about you use that pretty mouth of yours to clean my cock?"

hawks smirks. "yes, sir"

hawks unzips touya's pants, pulling out his cock. he chews on his lower lip as he wraps his hand around touya's cock, stroking it slowly as he admires it.

"thought i told you to use your mouth," touya teases.

"i'm getting to it," hawks teases back.

he kisses up touya's cock slowly, tongue flicking out to lap at the piercings running up the underside. when he gets to the top, he wraps his mouth around the tip and starts to suck touya off.

touya sits back and watches hawks go down on him, hawks' head bobbing as he sucks him off in earnest.

"real fuckin' good at that, birdie," touya praises. hawks hums an acknowledgement around touya's cock, making touya curse.

hawks looks up at touya's through his lashes, those golden eyes giving him a heated look, and touya hisses, his cock twitching in hawks' mouth.

"fuckin' gorgeous," touya murmurs. "bet you'd look even better in my lap."

hawks pulls off with a pop, nuzzling against touya's cock as he smirks up at him. "that what you want?"

"get up here."

hawks grins and rises, climbing into touya's lap. "you're free to touch, you know."

touya wastes no time in putting his hands on hawks' thighs, sliding up the backs of them to grope hawks' ass. he spreads hawks' ass, reaching his fingers to brush over hawks' cunt, tracing the shape of his folds. his fingertips come away wet.

"you like sucking on my cock that much?" touya asks, slipping a finger inside.

"maybe," hawks says, balancing himself with his hands on touya's shoulders. "what can i say? you've got a nice cock."

touya hums, probing at hawks' cunt with his finger. "well then, why don't i let you feel it?" he pulls his finger out and rests his hands on hawks' hips, guiding him down onto his cock.

hawks lets out a soft moan as he sinks down onto touya's cock, his eyes fluttering shut. soon he's fully seated in touya's lap, his breathing stuttering as he adjusts to touya's cock filling him up.

"doing okay, birdie?" touya checks, sliding his hands over hawks' thighs. hawks nods, though he takes another few moments to drag his eyes back open.

"y-yeah," he stammers. "i'm good."

"good. then get to riding."

hawks lets out a breathless laugh. "yes, sir," he snarks, lifting himself up before

sinking back down. he starts to bounce in touya's lap, breathless little moans escaping him as he rides touya's cock.

touya skims his hands up hawks' sides, to where hawks' cute little tits are just barely covered by the apron. touya pushes his hands under the apron, cupping hawks' tits and giving them a good squeeze. hawks whines in his throat, his rhythm stuttering.

"that good?" touya asks, leaning forward to nip at hawks' neck. hawks nods, a little desperately. touya thumbs at hawks' nipples, drawing more needy little noises out of him.

soon hawks' hips are moving erratically, and touya has to put a hand under hawks' thigh to help guide his rhythm.

touya leaves a good, firm bite on hawks' neck, and then the birdie is cumming, shuddering under touya's hands.

touya lets hawks come down, his hands roaming over hawks' sides, his thighs, his back, still biting and sucking at his neck.

"thought your job was to make me cum?" touya teases once hawks has started to catch his breath.

"s-sorry," hawks gasps.

"you gonna make it up to me?" touya asks, giving hawks a particularly firm bite. hawks twitches under him, nodding eagerly. "then do it."

hawks rolls his hips against touya, letting out little overstimulated whines and moans as he rides him. he tucks his face against touya's neck, mouthing at it sloppily as he desperately tries to make touya cum. he nips at touya's neck, murmuring against his skin and asking him to cum, to fill hawks up, to make it so that hawks will have touya's cum leaking out of him for the rest of the day as he finishes cleaning touya's apartment.

"and you can top me up later, whenever you want. just grab me and fuck me and fill me. make me clean up anything that drips onto the floor."

touya groans and grabs hawks by the hips, holding him in place to grind up into him and cum deep inside his cunt.

they take a few minutes to catch their breaths, then hawks gets up off of touya's lap. he cleans off touya's cock with his mouth, then tucks him away in his pants and smooths out his clothes for him. 

hawks stands and sorts out his own outfit, then asks, "will that be all for now?"

touya nods, dragging a hand through his hair. "yeah, birdie. that's good for now."

"then i'll get back to work." hawks goes back to cleaning up the room, and even from here, touya can see the cum already starting to leak out of him and run down his thighs.

it's a good look.

he and keigo knew each other in middle school. some might have even called them friends. mostly, it was keigo following touya around like a baby duckling, and touya going along with it bc he'd learned that keigo wasn't so easily deterred by touya's antisocial nature.

by the time they were graduating to high school, touya might even say he was kind of fond of keigo.

something changed, though, in the last year of middle school.

keigo suddenly started changing. in the course of a year, he changed from the shy, quietly intense kid touya knew, into a social butterfly that everyone flocked to. keigo had always had good grades -- and even tutored touya once or twice -- but now his grades were spotless.

touya almost didn't recognize him anymore. though he'd never exactly known keigo well, he'd still thought he knew keigo better than most. but this new keigo was like a complete stranger to him.

keigo still hung around him, though now he'd gone from quietly intruding on touya's space, insinuating himself into touya's routine, to brightly asking touya to have lunch with him or walk home from school together. it was disconcerting.

touya became less tolerant of keigo's presence, shooting down his offers and eating or walking home alone. 

it wasn't exactly against keigo himself -- more, it was against the groupies that tended to flock around keigo now. they were all peppy social types, who couldn't understand what interest keigo could have in someone like touya. they were all fucking annoying.

but they're forced to spend more time together now that they're in student council together. keigo asks touya to be his campaign manager for his run for president, and after some convincing, touya agrees.

he's surprised to find that, when they're alone together, keigo kind of... relaxes. he's not as chatty, not as eager to impress. he's almost back to being the keigo that touya knew in middle school.

it's during one of their after-school planning sessions in the council room, twilight cast over them, that keigo confesses.

"you know, i've always admired you."

touya looks up at keigo, confused. "me?"

"you're just... so self-assured. so confident. you don't let anyone tell you what to do, or who to be."

keigo twists his hands together, smiling at them almost sadly. "it's... one of the reasons why i love you."

touya stares. he can't have heard that right. keigo peeks nervously at him, then quickly looks away.

"uh, just-- just forget it. it's no big deal. i'm not like, asking you out or anything. let's-- just get back to work."

they get back to it, but touya can't stop thinking about what keigo said. keigo loves him? what the hell for? he runs over the reasons that keigo listed, but still can't make sense of it.

he talks about it with fuyumi. or, rather, he plops down on her bed and talks at the ceiling while she tries to do her homework.

fuyumi huffs at him, annoyed. "why are you telling me all this?"

"i dunno. you're a girl. girls are good at this romance stuff."

"you're an idiot." heaving a dramatic sigh, fuyumi sets down her pencil and adjusts her glasses. "so. how do you feel about him?"

touya blinks at her, unsure what she means. "what?"

"you've only been talking about his feelings for you. how do you feel? do you like him back?"

touya doesn't have an answer. he hadn't even considered his own feelings on the matter.

"i... don't know," he finally says. fuyumi rolls her eyes, turning back to her homework.

"well, that sounds like a good place to start, don't you think?"

touya keeps that in the back of his mind over the next few days. he watches keigo, trying to figure out how he feels about him. he quickly hits a wall, all the theoretical thinking making him frustrated.

they're walking home together one day, and on a whim, touya lets their hands brush together. keigo's voice falters mid-sentence, and a blush lights up his cheeks.

huh, touya thinks, just from that? interesting.

he decides to push the experiment further, taking keigo's hand in his. keigo flat-out stops talking, glancing at touya nervously.

"touya?"

touya does a mental check over himself, examining his own reaction. he's not sure how he feels about holding keigo's hand, to be honest. it's warm, and slightly sweaty, and keigo's fingertips are rough from his violin callouses.

he lets go. "i was just wondering what it was like."

"o-oh," keigo stammers. "okay."

they walk the rest of the way in silence, going their separate ways without talking about it.

touya thinks about it again that night, staring at his hand. he's not sure how he felt about holding keigo's hand, but... keigo's reaction was kind of sweet. cute, even.

they're at a cafe going over touya's endorsement speech, when keigo blurts, "i really wasn't trying to ask you out."

touya frowns, confused by the abrupt topic change. "okay?"

keigo fiddles with his fork, saying, "i know you don't feel the same. it's okay. you don't have to... force yourself, or anything. i just... wanted you to know. i'm happy just loving you, even if you don't feel the same."

"okay," touya says.

keigo nods, and clears his throat before going back to working on the speech.

on election day, they're sitting together, waiting for the speeches to start. someone comes up to keigo to wish him luck, joking that he won't even need it, since he's so popular.

keigo smiles pleasantly and laughs along, saying something back that touya doesn't pay attention to. what *does* catch touya's attention is how keigo's hands squeeze together, how his leg bounces a little as the person leaves. keigo is nervous.

touya gets up, turning to keigo. "we've got a few minutes before they start. i'm gonna go get some air. wanna join me?"

keigo blinks up at him, not comprehending for a moment, then nods. "uh, okay. yeah, sure."

outside, they lean against the wall together, touya watching keigo carefully.

"you nervous?" he asks.

"what, me?" keigo laughs like it's a ridiculous idea. "no way!" he grins at touya, trying to tease, "why, are you nervous?"

he's deflecting, and touya can see right through it. "not really. i don't care what people think. but i know you do.”

"what?"

"it's why you put on that persona, right? because you want people to like you."

keigo presses his lips together, looking almost... upset.

"i'm not knocking you for it," touya assures him. "i was just wondering."

keigo stares at the ground, rolling a rock under his shoe. "i just... can't go back to how it was in middle school. i can't go back to who i was back then."

touya doesn't get it; he and keigo weren't exactly close in middle school, but touya didn't see anything wrong with how he was.

"if you say so," he says.

"i am nervous," keigo quietly admits. "but i can't show it. i can't let anyone know. i mean, it's a sign of weakness, right?"

touya eyes keigo, looking over the forlorn expression on his face. he can't pin down why, but he doesn't like keigo looking like that.

"hey," he says, catching keigo's attention. keigo looks up, and touya crowds him against the wall, putting a hand on his jaw to tilt him up into a kiss.

he feels keigo go still for a moment, then he melts, his hand clinging to touya's uniform jacket.

touya kisses him softly, noting the way that keigo goes pliant beneath him, the soft sounds keigo makes in the back of his throat, and the flushed, dazed look on his face when touya finally pulls away.

"wh-what was that for?" keigo asks. 

"well," touya says, straightening out keigo's uniform for him. "you're not nervous anymore, right?"

keigo swallows. "n-no," he agrees. "i guess i'm not."

touya nods, stepping back. "then let's get back inside. they're probably starting."

keigo does have an extra pep in his step as he announces his candidacy. he seems to stand a little taller, glow a little brighter. touya wonders how much of it has to do with the kiss.

touya himself isn't sure how to feel about the kiss. he's not sure he really... got anything out of it.

it felt nice, and keigo's reaction was adorable. but touya doesn't think he was affected by it in quite the same way that keigo was.

he does want to kiss keigo again, if just to see that reaction from him again. it really was adorable, and touya still thinks about it, even days later.

it ends up becoming a Thing. touya discreetly holding keigo's hand under the council table as he's presenting something, or pulling him aside to kiss him before an important speech. 'fixing' keigo's uniform for him as an excuse to run his hands over keigo's chest.

keigo doesn't question him on it; he seems just happy to get whatever touya is willing to give him. he doesn't push for kisses, doesn't initiate anything. the boldest he gets is hesitating as they're separating on their routes home, and softly asking for touya to kiss him, 'just because.'

touya indulges him, holding him by the back of the neck and kissing him sweetly. he gives a little extra than he usually does, slipping his tongue into keigo's mouth. keigo makes a lovely sound against him, and when touya pulls away, he swears he practically sees stars in keigo's eyes.

touya may not get anything from the physical acts themselves, but keigo's reactions to them are priceless. touya tucks each one away in his mind, cataloguing them like precious treasures.

maybe he doesn't feel exactly the way that keigo feels about him, but maybe that's okay. keigo is happy, snuggling up to touya when they study together in his room, and surprisingly, touya is happy, too.