âDabi presses his lips to the others neck, his heart aching with the need for more. Itâs intimate and gentle, the way theyâre trading kisses. A peck on the cheek for one on the temple. Hands rake through his hair, soothing the day long ache.
He pulls back, just for a moment, just long enough to stare into Hawksâs eyes. The villain lets his gaze linger on the angel in front of him. Divine red wings twitch as he runs a finger over his lovers mouth.
âPlease donât leave me again tonightâ he begs, uncaring of how desperate he sounds in the moment. Itâs a futile request but he asks for it all the same.
Hawks pauses, eyes flicking to the door. The commissions orders blare in his mind. Tonight is the last infiltration mission. After he leaves, he will fly to the HPSC and turn in the file of evidence he has against Dabi, Touya. He could stay, could push off the meeting til morning. Theres no reason to do it, but still his chest aches at the thought of ending this. This revolting relationship that heâs been forced into. Stockholm Syndrome, his mind supplies, itâs all a trick of the mind, he does not want to stay. He doesnât want to lie in this bed until morning, watching the way that Dabiâs body rises and falls with his breaths, doesnât want to kiss the supple curve of his jaw, doesnât want to let the sweet scent of sweat and love cling to him any longer.
Hawks smirks at him, that terrifying knowing smile, and leans in to press their lips together. The villain chokes as the other deepens the kiss too soon. A hand reaches down to his thighs and every mournful thought is pushed aside as he nods into the otherâs mouth.â
another little excerpt from my dabihawks fic. im having a lot of fun making hawks the one with commitment issues instead of dabi, i feel like thatâs WAYYYY more accurate and definitely feels more true to my way of writing.
