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The screeching sound was instantaneously damning, and, paired with the sudden, abrupt halt that sent Dabi careening forward right into Hawks, it was even worse . 

Dabi feels his cheeks heat up from embarrassment rather than his typical anger; he immediately pushes himself up, realizing he’s pinning Hawks to the floor. 

Hawks’ eyes are wide, his own cheeks tinting the slightest bit of pink before he regains his sly, cocky persona. 

“So forward , Dabi,” He teases, only for the villain to scoff and leap to his feet, shoving off of the hero as he looks up at the floor number. It’s glitched. They’re between floors somehow. 

“Are...are we stuck?” Dabi mutters under his breath, a sudden sense of dread filling his chest. The elevator was small and cramped, barely big enough for more than four people. They were in one of the older sections of the Gunga Mountain Villa, so the renovations hadn’t expanded to accommodate their growing legion in this sector. 

Hawks flaps his wings once to get to his feet, shaking the entire elevator and making Dabi splay out, grabbing onto the railing as if preparing to duck and cover.

Hawks cocks his head as Dabi straightens his posture, trying to act like he didn’t just have a mini freak out. 

“Are you good?” Hawks raises his eyebrow. 

“I’m fine! I’m fine. Just press the fucking button,” Dabi snaps, pointing to the emergency bell. 

Hawks shrugs before turning around to face the doors, accidentally swatting Dabi with his wings. 

Dabi grinds his teeth, hands clenching into fists before he takes a deep breath in and out of his nose, trying not to roast Hawks. 

BEEP!

A few seconds go by before Skeptic’s grating voice comes through the speaker:

“Yes?!”

“Hey, uh, Skeptic?” Hawks raises his voice so the intercom can hear him. 

“What do you want? You’re only supposed to use this button for emergencies,” He snarls. 

“Lieutenant Dabi and I are stuck in the elevator,” Hawks chuckles, clearing his throat. 

An uncomfortable pause sends a chill down Dabi’s spine. He swears he can hear Skeptic quietly snickering through the speaker. 

“I’ll have someone down there whenever it's convenient,” Skeptic trills listlessly. 

“Wait!” 

The line goes dead. 

Hawks tries pressing the button again, but it doesn’t light up.  

“Great. We’re gonna die in here,” Dabi groans, rolling his eyes. Skeptic would take his sweet time sending someone down to come and free them. He was probably thrilled that there would be one less League member at the Lieutenant meeting that started in…Dabi pulls out his phone…an hour. 

Skeptic was going to leave him stuck inside the elevator.

For at least an hour.

Alone.

With Hawks. 

Great. 

“Oookay,” Hawks sighs nervously, stretching, inadvertently bumping his wing against Dabi’s face again.

“If that wing. Hits me. One more fucking time,” Dabi hisses under his breath, teeth gritted and fingernails digging into the calloused, healthy flesh of his palm.

“Hm?” Hawks raises his eyebrow, looking over his shoulder at Dabi’s stiff frame. 

Dabi knows Hawks heard him. Hawks hears everything. It’s part of his Quirk. He can sense the tiniest vibrations in the air. There’s no way he didn’t hear him. He’s just being a little shit. 

Dabi’s getting irritated. 

“Dabi, are you claustrophobic ?” Hawks croons with an impossibly teasing smirk, and it makes Dabi’s blood boil . 

The corners of his eyes crinkle, lip twitching in the slightest annoyed curl. He swallows, nostrils flaring as he tries to quell the fire he can feel burning in his core, begging to curl out of his fingertips and turn the Pro Hero into fried chicken. 

If Dabi wasn’t so attached, that’s exactly what he’d be doing right now: incinerating the bird and enjoying the moment of silence that would inevitably follow before Skeptic’s anthropomorphic puppets got to work fixing the elevator and freeing him. 

“C’mon, you don’t have to act so stoic all the time,” Hawks yawns, rolling his shoulders back to lazily lean against the other side of the elevator. 

Dabi rolls his eyes, actively choosing silence once again. Being stuck in this elevator though…was dangerous. He could drop his guard. He could start acting like Touya . The boredom would drive him even further insane than he already was. 

“Don’t act like you know me,” Dabi remarks, his tone cold. 

“I like to think I’ve gotten to know you quite a bit,” Hawks muses, stretching again. In the process, the edge of his wing swats at the villain.

Dabi’s patience has worn thin.

The moment Dabi’s glowing hands touch Hawks’ shoulders, the hero’s pupils turn to slits. 

WHAM!

In a series of swift, fluid, almost instant motions, Hawks weasels out of Dabi’s grip, grabs his wrists, and shoves him against the wall of the elevator. 

SHIIK!

A primary feathersword gently rests against the villain’s throat. Threatening. Promising. Deadly. Hot . 

Hawks’ feathers pick up the spike of Dabi’s heartbeat and the sharp intake of breath. 

Hawks’ eyebrows raise when his eyes fall on the obvious tent forming in Dabi’s leather pants. 

Why couldn’t he have worn something more subtle like jeans today?

The mood has completely shifted. Hawks is intrigued.

“See something you like?” Hawks coos.

Dabi holds his tongue. 

For fuck’s sake, yes . Yes , he sees something he likes. 

Yes , he’s been struggling with the fact that he’s become attached to Hawks in a much more sensual way than he thought. 

At first, he just thought he was objectively attractive. That was a given. It was part of the reason why Hawks’ fanbase was so intense. 

But then, they started hanging out. Secret meetings. Late-night bullshit talks. 

Dabi enjoyed it. 

Dabi looked forward to it. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he looked forward to anything , and, as much as he loathed to admit it, he may or may not have stared a little too long at some interviews with Hawks on the internet. 

Whether he liked it or not, Dabi had a thing for Hawks…and that’s all it was ...because Dabi didn’t know what else to call it. 

“Dabi?”

Hawks’ voice snaps him out of his trance, and Dabi blinks, suddenly aware of just how little space separates their bodies. Is the elevator getting smaller?

“What.” Dabi manages to say flatly, poorly concealing the shake in his voice.

“Who knows how long we’re gonna be stuck in here. We might as well make the most of our time alone,” Hawks purrs, his voice smooth like silk with a syrupy, seductive tone. Dabi’s starry-eyed expression suddenly turns to a scowl. 

“I’m not into using people that way, birdbrain,” He spits. 

“Who said anything about using? Are we not on the same page?” Hawks hums. 

“What page is that?” Dabi retorts. 

“I like you. You clearly like me,” Hawks grins. 

“You don’t like me,” Dabi huffs curtly. 

“If I didn’t like you. I would be nauseous instead of flattered,” Hawks replies before ever so slightly sliding his leg forward, bringing his heel off the ground…lightly pressing his knee into Dabi’s erection. 

The villain groans before he can stop himself, cursing under his breath as he squeezes his eyes shut. 

Fuck. 

Fuck, this is happening. 

Fuck…Dabi wants this. He shouldn’t. He absolutely shouldn’t. Hawks is clearly still working with the HPSC. Dabi knows this. Hawks is a lot smarter than he lets on. Dabi knows that, too. But, damn . 

Dabi’s never been this intimate with another person. Hell, he’s never been this close to another person on purpose. And now, he wants to melt into the floor. 

“If you don’t want this, I’ll stop everything,” Hawks clarifies, pulling back enough to make Dabi swallow a sob. He wants Hawks closer. Closer. Closer. As close as humanly possible. Any expanse of space between them makes his chest tight. The craving is insatiable. 

“I want you,” Dabi’s lips betray him, speaking his mind. He caved under the pressure. He never caves under pressure anymore. Fuck, what is wrong with him?

“I want you, too,” Hawks smiles, flashing all of those fucking perfect teeth.

And that’s all it takes before Hawks’ eyes flutter shut, and he’s suddenly leaning forward. 

Dabi’s heart skips a beat. 

They’re going to kiss.

This is really happening. 

Dabi closes his eyes. 

The kiss is electric, sending Dabi’s remaining nerves alight with pleasure and comfort as his lips fit against Hawks’ like a puzzle piece. Dabi could kiss Hawks forever. He would be completely content if the world ended here and now…if his last action was tasting Hawks’ lips. 

Hawks tastes so good. He can’t describe it. 

Dabi didn’t even think his taste buds were still functioning well. 

But Hawks…Hawks tastes good .

Dabi breathes deeply into the kiss, his hands snaking around the back of the Pro Hero’s neck, pulling him closer. Closer. Closer. 

“Mmmmngh…Hawks…,” Dabi mumbles between sloppy kisses that get faster and faster, lip locks becoming haphazard and desperate. 

Hawks snakes a hand through Dabi’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp and pulling him in for one last, passionate kiss before his lips start tracing down his chin to the scarred portion of his neck. 

Dabi’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling as he feels Hawks sinking his teeth into the flesh on his neck; it’s enough pressure for him to feel it. 

“Can I blow you?” Hawks whispers, hot and heavy against the shell of Dabi’s ear. 

“Fuck, yes,” Dabi huffs, feeling like his heart is going to explode as his cock throbs uncomfortably. Hawks promptly falls to his knees. 

The hero takes Dabi’s zipper between his thumb and forefinger, ever so gently pulling it down, looking up at Dabi like he’s made of the rarest most precious metals. 

Dabi shudders, mouth hanging agape ever so slightly as Hawks lets Dabi’s pants fall around his ankles with a swift tug, revealing his leaking erection poking in his gray boxers. 

“Want me that bad, huh?” Hawks coos, pressing a kiss to the soaked spot, making Dabi curse and his toes curl in his boots. 

“Fuck, yes,” Dabi repeats, voice broken and needy. 

“You sound so pretty when you talk like that,” Hawks sneers, lips mouthing at Dabi’s inner thigh, earning an impatient whine from the villain. 

“Shhh,” Hawks hushes, calloused hands gripping Dabi’s hips as a feather gently begins pulling down Dabi’s underwear. 

It falls on top of his pants in a bunch around the tops of his boots. 

Dabi quietly gasps as he feels Hawks’ hot breath deliberately washing over his dick. 

“Aren’t you gorgeous?” Hawks clicks his tongue, making Dabi’s stomach flip. If Hawks keeps praising him like that, he just might come untouched. It scratches his brain in a devilishly delicious way. Dabi reaches down, carding his hand through Hawks’ blonde locks, earning a pleased hum from the hero. Hawks stares up at him like a predator about to devour its prey. 

“Kinda surprised you don’t have any staples down here,” Hawks remarks, eyeing Dabi’s leaking erection with curiosity, thumbs brushing the scars on his mid-thighs. 

“Lucked out,” Dabi chuckles half-heartedly, “Honestly, didn’t even know it still worked.”

Hawks’ shit-eating grin returns. 

“You tryna tell me I’m your sexual awakening?”

“Shut up,” Dabi scoffs, the healthy flesh sweeping his cheeks slowly reddening into a dull scarlet. 

“How sweet,” Hawks warbles patronizingly, “Am I your first?”

Dabi doesn’t want Hawks to know that, so he doesn’t answer.

“Are you gonna get on with it?” He snaps, grasping for the control he typically clings to like a moth to a flame.

“I’m gonna take my time,” Hawks replies, canine teeth glinting in the harsh overhead light.

The first lick feels overwhelming, making Dabi tense up; he sharply inhales as he braces his hands against the railing at the back of the elevator, fighting the urge to grab the back of Hawks’ head so he can fuck his mouth. 

“ God ,” Dabi mutters, raspy and horny as he watches Hawks lick up and down his shaft, agonizingly slow and deliberate, eye contact brutal . 

Hawks doesn’t want to miss a single reaction. No one’s ever looked at him the way Dabi is looking at him right now. There’s something besides lust in his eyes. Something carnal. Something deeper. Hawks isn’t sure what it is, but he knows he’s addicted to it. He wants Dabi to look at him like that forever. 

Dabi’s usually so obsessed with control, but he’s willingly giving it all up to Hawks right now. It’s intoxicating. 

Hawks presses a sloppy, split-slicked kiss to Dabi’s tip, smearing precum over his lips, eyes half-lidded and head tilted back to look up at the villain. 

Dabi’s knuckles whiten as he grips the railing behind him, head falling back against the metal, shivers rolling down his spine. 

The noise that’s pulled from Dabi’s throat the moment Hawks sucks the tip into his mouth catches both of them off guard. 

The suction. 

The heat of Hawks’ mouth. 

The glide of the spit coating his tongue. 

It was too much for Dabi to handle all at once. 

And so. It involuntarily made him moan like a pornstar. Lewd and lofty and very un-Dabi-like.

It only encourages Hawks to push the limits further. He was addicted to that noise. Addicted to the fact that he could make the mighty villain Dabi turn to putty in his hands. 

And so, Hawks sucks him into his mouth, bit by bit, inch by inch, until his nose presses into the white happy trail below his belly button. Hawks doesn’t even think twice about the fact that the carpet doesn’t match the drapes. For all his spy training, he’s too captivated by Dabi’s voice. 

“ Hawks~ah~oh~Fuck~yes, ” Dabi whimpers, voice breaking and breath hitching as his heart pounds against his ribcage with a mighty fervor. His hands reach up to his own scalp, raking through his hair as he tries to get a grip on reality. There’s no way this is happening. 

There’s no way he’s getting a blowjob from the number two hero in an elevator. 

There’s no way that his newfound crush is calling him pretty and willingly fulfilling his desires. 

There’s no way that he’s going to lose his virginity in an elevator . 

Surely, this is just a wet dream, right?

One flick of Hawks’ tongue proves that it’s anything but. 

Dabi tries not to thrust his hips, biting his bottom lip hard as he steals another glance at the debauchery. 

Hawks is drooling, spit and precum pooling out of the sides of his mouth as he suckles Dabi’s cock like his life depends on it. His eyes are sharp as ever: two golden irises swallowed by inky black pupils, staring up at Dabi with an intensity that shakes him to his core. Dabi can see the watery sheen over them, probably from how far he’s taking Dabi’s dick down his throat. It feels otherworldly, unlike anything Dabi’s ever felt before…to have his thick cock weighing heavily on Hawks’ tongue…to have it brushing up against the hero’s soft palate. 

“ Fuck ,” Dabi murmurs, head in the clouds as he finds himself transfixed by the scene between his legs. It’s oddly soothing to be wanted so primally. Dabi hasn’t ever felt wanted before. And yet, Hawks is practically worshipping his cock, cheeks hollowed out, tongue laving over every vein, hands…shit, his hands. When did Hawks take off his gloves?

Dabi gasps softly as he feels Hawks gently cupping his balls, fingers delicately massaging the tender, swollen flesh. 

Hawks’ eyes flutter shut, concentrating on feeling Dabi, tasting Dabi, drowning in Dabi. He must’ve let his guard down to get this into it. He’s not so sure this is just for trust and intel anymore. Hawks is normally good at compartmentalizing his emotions, but, right now, he feels something spilling over. And it’s not just Dabi’s premature orgasm. 

“ Ha-Hawks! Fuck, wait !” Dabi panics, trying to push him away and off of him, but Hawks presses even further forward, defiant and determined. 

Dabi’s climax crashes down his spine, making him writhe against the wall as his hips jolt, cock jerking and spurting inside Hawks’ greedy mouth. 

Hawks groans, relishing in the salty aftertaste on his tongue as he swallows every drop, lathering his tongue on the underside of Dabi’s cock as he rides out his climax. 

And even when it’s over, the hero doesn’t stop. 

Dabi’s knees feel weak, legs shaking as he uses every last bit of willpower to not crumble to the floor. Hawks’ hands travel up his thighs, sliding up Dabi’s abdomen, calloused and holding him still. 

Dabi leans his head back again, letting his eyelids flutter closed, feeling his throat tighten and the familiar sting below his eyelids again. The overstimulation is getting to him…but it feels so good …he doesn’t want to tell Hawks to stop. 

Dabi’s jaw hangs slack, panting and riddled with weak moans. 

After heavenly forever, Hawks pulls his lips free from Dabi’s softening cock with a slick popping noise. 

“Fuck,” Dabi sighs, shuddering and bracing himself against the wall, gripping the railing as he looks down at Hawks, who is wiping the spit and pre from his chin with the back of his hand. 

“You’re delicious, hot stuff,” Hawks praises, voice husky and low as he starts peppering Dabi’s happy trail with chaste kisses. 

“Usin’ pet names on me, now?” Dabi snickers, voice cracking as he tries to catch his breath. 

“You seem to like it,” Hawks shrugs, nodding toward Dabi’s twitching cock, already starting to get hard again. 

“That was… god, that felt good,” Dabi stammers, his mind foggy and floaty. 

“I can make you feel even better if you want,” Hawks clicks his tongue, hands gripping Dabi’s thighs teasingly before reaching inside one of the pockets of his flight jacket. 

He pulls out a small bottle of lube.

“A hero always stays prepared, right?” Hawks grins cheekily, waving it.

Dabi’s throat feels uncomfortably dry, and, for once, he doesn’t have any sort of comeback. 

He hated that Hawks was as witty as he was annoying. 

Why is he so into this?

It’s awful.

It’s embarrassing.

But, fuck . 

He wants Hawks.

Even in the lusty haze of the afterglow. 

He wants Hawks. 

He really is gonna lose his virginity in an elevator, huh?

“Are you clean?” Dabi blurts, suddenly regaining his forgotten sense of self-preservation. 

“Course I’m clean. Are-oh. Well, we both already know the answer to that,” Hawks winks as he stands up. 

So he did pick up on the whole “Dabi’s-clearly-never-had-sex” thing.

Great. 

Dabi’s cheeks turn the same shade as Hawks’ feathers. 

“Hey, no need to get embarrassed,” Hawks whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Dabi’s cheek that makes the shame burn brighter in his chest. 

“Go fuck yourself,” Dabi spits back impulsively, but Hawks just looks amused. 

“Nah, I’m gonna fuck you instead,” Hawks sneers. 

Well, shit. Dabi hates how smooth this stupid bird is…but, oh, how he loves it. 

Dabi had fantasized about having sex with Hawks before, and never did it involve an elevator. But, he wasn’t complaining. 

Hawks unbuckles his horrible fashion statement of a utility belt while Dabi hastily unzips his boots, kicking them off, along with his pants and boxers. The zipper of Hawks’ pants sends goosebumps on Dabi’s healthy skin grafts; it’s really happening. 

“Do you want me to prep you or-”

“I can do it,” Dabi blurts abruptly, cutting him off as he snatches the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into his hand and rubbing it over his fingers. Hawks takes a few steps back as he watches Dabi lean back against the wall and reach between his legs. 

A soft gasp bursts from Dabi’s lips as he slides a finger over his rim, pressing in slow circles.

Hawks’ feathers stiffen and flex, almost like they’re showing off his own arousal as he stares at the scene before him. He pulls down his pants, along with his unfortunately HPSC-themed underwear with the same insignia as his compression shirt. 

Hawks’ cock is tantalizing, beads of precum dripping down the length, veins bulging. Dabi’s almost intimidated. 

But Dabi’s used sex toys before. It shouldn’t be too different.

He’s completely captivated as he watches Hawks smoothing the lube over it so he can fist his own cock while he watches Dabi finger himself. 

“I want you so bad,” Dabi mutters, curling his fingers to brush up against his prostate, making him jolt. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Hawks sighs breathlessly, voice impossibly lewd as he watches Dabi please himself. “Gonna stretch you and fill you up so good.”

The elevator is filled with the slick, pornographic sounds of lube and precum against flesh, perverted with the subtle moans and groans of the two men. 

“Want you to fuck me up,” Dabi slurs, getting drunk off the endorphins and the high of raw passion. “Want you to ruin me.”

“I’d never ruin you. I’m gonna treat you like a king,” Hawks counters, “Gonna blow your fucking mind. Gonna make you beg for more.” 

“I’m already begging, goddamnit,” Dabi chokes out, trying not to dissolve into a whimpering mess as he watches Hawks’ cocky expressions falter. 

“I-I think I’m ready,” Dabi stammers, carefully pulling his fingers out of his ass, wiping the lube off on his thigh. 

Hawks promptly closes the space between them, pressing his lips to Dabi’s in a hasty, hungry kiss that makes their teeth click together. 

Hawks’ strong, calloused hands wrap around Dabi, gripping his ass, and Dabi swallows a yelp when his feet leave the ground as Hawks hikes his legs up around his waist. 

His heart leaps into his throat when he feels Hawks’ tip on his rim. 

It’s slick and warm and pulsing , confirming that Hawks wants this just as much as he does. 

Definitely different than the sex toys…worlds better than any sex toy.

Dabi locks his ankles around Hawks’ waist as the hero steps closer to the wall, pressing Dabi’s back against the metal. 

“Relax,” Hawks whispers lovingly, and then, he starts pressing inside. 

“ Fuck ~!” Dabi gasps, voice coming out in an uncharacteristically high-pitched moan as he indulges in the sensation. 

Hawks is inside him. 

“That’s it,” Hawks huffs, breathing hot and heavy as he pushes even further into the villain. 

Dabi desperately pulls him in for another sloppy kiss, inhumanly long tongue slipping into the hero’s mouth as Dabi whines, feeling Hawks spread his insides open. 

Hawks shudders, tongue intertwining with Dabi’s just as passionately as he indulges in the feeling of Dabi’s insides wrapping around him. 

“So good,” Dabi moans into Hawks’ mouth as Hawks finally bottoms out, feeling his balls rest against Dabi’s ass. The pain is negligible, and the stretch is fucking divine. He feels so full… complete . 

“God, you’re incredible,” Hawks groans, shuddering as he lets Dabi adjust. The praise goes right to Dabi’s leaking cock, which stiffly presses against his own abdomen.

Their chests heave, sweat-slicked foreheads pressing together, savoring the feeling of being connected carnally. 

“You ready?” Hawks sniffs, and Dabi nods. 

Hawks gently rolls his hips, shallow and fluid, and Dabi cries out, the air punched from his lungs. 

“ Hawks , oh my God ,” Dabi groans lewdly, tongue lolling and eyelids fluttering. 

It’s nothing like the sex toys. The feeling of Hawks’ length pumping inside him…the feeling of his crimson wings forming a canopy around them, the warmth of his skin. It’s all compounded into a sickeningly saccharine display that makes Dabi’s nerves light up with beautiful sensations. 

“We should get stuck in here more often,” Hawks chuckles to Dabi’s chagrin. 

“Shut up and fuck me,” He grunts, prompting Hawks to bare all his teeth in a devilish grin. 

“Don’t mind if I do,” The hero sighs before picking up speed, skin slapping against skin and sending sparks across their visions.

Dabi shivers, legs trembling and hands gripping desperately at the back of Hawks’ jacket. He focuses on his breathing, trying not to let his passionate emotions feed into his Quirk. He can feel the heat simmering beneath his skin. The blazing inferno of desire is overwhelming. 

Dabi sloppily presses his lips to Hawks’ again, licking the sweat off his upper lip and sucking on his tongue. 

“Mmmhmm…nnngh….ah~ah~ ah ~!” Dabi pulls back from the kiss with a cry when Hawks hits just the right angle inside of him at just the right rhythm and pressure. It’s perfect. It’s ecstasy. It’s everything . 

“Fuck, you feel so good. You feel so good,” Hawks stammers, his voice cracking and resolve crumbling as his muscles flex. His fingernails dig into the flesh on Dabi’s ass as he puts more force into his thrusts. 

“ Dabi …you feel so damn good ,” Hawks repeats, words kissing Dabi’s ears and melting into his brain. The praise goes right to his throbbing dick. 

The thrusts steal the air from Dabi’s lungs, leaving him gasping and sputtering as his ankles lock even tighter around Hawks’ waist, forehead pressed against Hawks’, their sweat mixing together. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” Dabi moans over and over and over, voice pitching higher and higher with the intensity of it all. The pleasure is consuming him, burning in his lower back and boiling in his gut, only this fire is anything but destructive. It makes his heart swell and his brain cloudy and his mind feel floaty and weightless. He’s gonna come untouched. 

“ Hawks ~I’m~” Dabi stammers, trying to get his mouth to form the right words between salacious cries, “Gonna~~AH~come!”

Hawks makes a sound between a rasping laugh and a husky moan. 

“Come for me, Dabi. Come for me,” Hawks coaxes between labored breaths, feeling his own orgasm building up. 

Dabi swallows the scream that threatens to spill from his throat as he comes, back arching, fingernails digging , steam rising from his skin, evaporating the sweat in a muted burst of his Quirk as his body temperature spikes. 

The heat feels like heaven to Hawks, who continues fucking Dabi through his orgasm until he spills into the villain with a strangled cry. 

Dabi shudders in pleasure as the warmth spreads inside him like wildfire, making his legs tremble. 

They hold each other, staggered gasps polluting the air with the smell of sex as they both come down from their cosmic highs. 

Gold melts into turquoise. 

The tension snaps for possibly the third time in the elevator. 

Dabi and Hawks kiss each other, holding each other, drowning in one another’s scent, savoring one another’s taste, memorizing the feeling of each other’s skin. These kisses aren’t like the others. They aren’t desperate and greedy; they’re delicate and deliberate. 

Dabi’s muscles are sore. He feels exhausted. But, for the first time in a long time, his mind is quiet. His heart is pounding in his chest…feeling…emotions. Positive emotions. Which was a new development. Things he couldn’t entirely give names to, but that was fine for now. 

“You think you’ll be able to stand?” Hawks whispers in a mocking tone that makes an irritated noise rumble in the back of Dabi’s throat. 

“Of course,” He grumbles, though, truthfully, he isn’t sure. 

“I’m gonna pull out,” Hawks clarifies, and Dabi nods. 

Dabi winces as he feels them separating from one another…and a haunting emptiness floods his body. 

Thankfully, Hawks draws him close again, nuzzling into the nape of Dabi’s neck, peppering his jawline with unnecessary sweet kisses. Dabi breathes in Hawks’ scent, the vague smells of sweat and whatever cologne the Pro uses. Whatever it is, Dabi likes it. 

Dabi decides it's his turn to make an insufferable quip.

“Can I fuck you next time?” Dabi mumbles into Hawks’ ear. 

“Next time?” Hawks echoes, though his voice sounds surprisingly hopeful. 

“This wasn’t a one-time thing, right?” Dabi yawns, suddenly realizing that he’s voicing his thoughts out loud. He’s being too vulnerable. 

“It absolutely doesn’t have to be,” Hawks coos, pulling back to look Dabi in the eyes.

They both stare at each other for what feels like forever before they realize they’re both still naked from the waist down in the elevator. Dabi’s ankles unlock, and he lets Hawks set him back to his feet.

They both scramble awkwardly for their clothes. 

“Y’know, my bed’s big enough for your wings,” Dabi lilts slyly as he zips up his pants.

“Oh really?” Hawks smirks as he clasps his utility belt back on. 

“Got an upgrade with the new digs,” Dabi grunts as he slips into his boots. 

“You gonna take me out to dinner first,” Hawks winks.

“If you stop pissing me off, yeah,” Dabi snorts. 

“You’re no fun,” Hawks fake pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“You could come over tomorrow,” Dabi offers nonchalantly. 

“Or after your meeting,” Hawks bats his eyelashes. 

“Fuck the meeting. I’ve probably already missed it,” Dabi grumbles. 

“So, straight to the bedroom?” Hawks elbows Dabi in the side, making him embarrassingly stagger a bit. Dabi shoots him a dark look before sighing. 

“I dunno if I have another one in me today.”

The elevator suddenly shudders and begins to move again. 

“So tomorrow then?” Hawks proposes.

“Fine. Tomorrow,” Dabi concedes, trying to hide the fact that the corners of his mouth are involuntarily turning upward. 

The elevator doors open.