#dabihawksweek22

Dabi rolled his eyes, putting his elbows on the bar to watch Hawks with an unamused expression. Hawks had a haughty grin that made Dabi wanna smack it off his stupid face. The hero was an important part of the League’s operation, but damn if he wasn’t an annoying fucker.

It was just the two of them in the main area of the hideout. They’d finished a meeting with the PLF and rallied back to base for a couple drinks. The other members had wandered off one by one to sleep or who knows what. Dabi didn’t really care.

A soft brush of something against his cheek had the arsonist snapping his head up, only to find it was a feather.

“Gotta pay attention to me,” Hawks crooned, hands behind his back as he swayed on the balls of his feet.

Dabi brushed the feather off. “Give me something interesting to pay attention to then.”

Hawks let out a warbling laugh and then slowly shrugged his bulky aviator jacket off a bit to hang around his shoulders, like some sort of wealthy black-widow eyeing her next prey. Dabi watched as Hawks turned around, sliding the jacket off and over his impressive wings. Yeah Dabi would admit that. Those wings were something.

The jacket slipped over the brilliant feathers, caught right before it hit the floor by a few quick secondaries that whisked it away to the coat rack by the door. Without his signature jacket, Hawks seemed much smaller, aside from his wings which folded against his back neatly as he turned around to face Dabi again.

Hawks put a hand up, pulling off one of his gloves far too slowly for a normal person. He tossed it aside and then removed the other with his teeth, wagging his eyebrows as he did so.

“Is that supposed to be sexy?” Dabi commented only to be hit in the face with said glove.

“Patience,” Hawks chided as Dabi yanked the glove off his face.

Dabi threw the glove back at its owner, who dodged it easily, hiding a childish giggle behind his hand. This was the fist time Dabi had seen the hero without his gloves and he couldn’t help but stare a bit at the long black nails at the ends of his fingers which resembled talons.

Hawks caught him looking. “It’s rude to stare.”

Dabi didn’t reply as Hawks stepped closer. He was within an arms length of the villain now. One of Hawks’ hands came to fiddle with the material of Dabi’s jacket, smoothing it out as an excuse to have contact so he could then trail his nails, er talons, down the exposed skin of Dabi’s chest.

While Dabi couldn’t feel much, he felt the sharp tips of the talons. It made sense that Hawks would wear gloves nearly 24/7. Those talons were clearly deadly. Said talons were suddenly around Dabi’s neck, digging in ever so slightly as Hawks leaned down to whisper into his ear.

“No touching, mmkay?”

Dabi suddenly got a lawful of the hero. His hands went to grab narrow hips to pry him off, but feathers slapped them away as Hawks tsked his tongue.

“I said no touching. Don’t make me say it again.”

There was a dangerous glint in the brilliant speckled gold of Hawks’ eyes. This close Dabi could see flecks of light refracted in his irises as his pupils narrowed to focus on the turquoise of Dabi’s eyes. Dabi swallowed, the points of the talons digging in a bit as he let his hands drop to his sides.

Hawks smiled and the hand at Dabi’s neck relaxed. There were still feathers hovering beside them, poised to do god knows what if Dabi were to make a move. He had half a mind to fry Hawks, but those feathers were fast and could easily lodge in his throat if he were to add a little heat to the situation.

However, it seemed Hawks was aiming to heat things up a bit. He took his hand off Dabi’s neck, leaning back a bit. His slim thighs tightened around Dabi’s legs to keep himself from loosing his balance as the hero crossed his arms and grabbed hold of the ends of his shirt.

He pulled it off slowly, baring his stomach and chest inch by inch and then finally bringing it over his head and wings. The left wing flicked the shirt away as Dabi took in Hawks’ bare torso.

The hero was toned with tight, lithe muscle. His abdominals shifted under his tan skin as he sat up a little straighter. The glint of piercings in his nipples drew Dabi’s eyes. Black barbells with little gold ‘H’s’ ran through the pretty pink buds. Of course Hawks was wearing jewelry customized for his brand.

Though Dabi wouldn’t have expected anything else. He knew Hawks was a bit of a narcissist. Hell he was probably even wearing official Hawks merchandise boxers. The thought made Dabi curious and his eyes roamed down the rest of Hawks’ body, landing on his thick belt which was tight around the juts of his hips.

Ever vigilant, Hawks noticed Dabi’s gaze shift down to his pelvis. He chucked. “Eager to see more, hmm?”

Dabi’s eyes shot back up to meet Hawks’ gaze. “No. Just curious how much of your own tacky merchandise you’re wearing.”

“Hey I gotta promote my brand you know.”

“Fuckin’ narcissist. Betcha jerk off in ‘em too.”

Hawks chuckled. “Sometimes.” He leaned over Dabi, practically purring in his ear, “You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh that’s not denying it. Maybe I should give you a little show then?”

Dabi’s brow furrowed, but before he could give another snarky retort Hawks was undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. His khaki pants pooled around his hips as he pulled them down enough to show red and gold briefs that had his name in gold stitching on the band.

“Knew it,” Dabi sneered.

Hawks gave him a dangerous smile as he slid a hand down to cup the hint of his bulge in the briefs. Dabi felt the prickle of heat starting to spread over his shoulders as Hawks slipped the hand under his waistband. Hawks’ abs clenched slightly as his hips twitched a bit. Dabi couldn’t bring himself to look away as Hawks started moving his hand under the fabric. Shit. The fucker was really gonna do it.

Hawks’ grin was near feral as Dabi tensed under him. While it was vulgar that Hawks was jerking himself off in Dabi’s lap, it was also hot as fuck. Hawks had stepped up to the challenge of seducing Dabi and judging by the way Dabi’s pants were getting slowly uncomfortable, the bird was winning.

Dabi hoped his hard on wasn’t obvious. He hated being proven wrong. But fuck there was no way he couldn’t get a hard on when Hawks’ eyes fluttered shut as a little breathy noise slipped past his parted lips.

Dabi was watching intently at this point, taking in each reaction the hero had as he pleasured himself. Hawks’ long lashes fluttered against his cheeks where a delicate blush had bloomed. His flaxen locks fell forward over his face as he let his chin drop to his chest, biting his bottom lip as he sped up his hand.

There was a wet spot forming on the briefs and it was getting harder and harder for Dabi not to grind his hips up in an attempt to find some friction for himself. Hawks seemed to be getting lost in his administrations as his breath came out in little pants.

The muscle in Hawks’ abdomen jumped as a little moan escaped him. His wings twitched as well. They were vibrating slightly, the feathers spreading and trembling as Hawks neared his high. If Dabi was being honest, the way Hawks wings reacted was hotter than the little movements of his hips against Dabi’s lap.

The thick plumage was blocking out the dim lights of the bar as the wings fanned out. Each time the feathers reacted with Hawks’ pleasure Dabi felt his erection twitch. There was no way he was going to be able to hide his own arousal, especially not as the wings spread suddenly, gorgeous feathers poised and waiting as Hawks swore under his breath.

Hawks’ body jerked almost violently. His ass pressed into Dabi’s trapped cock, prompting Dabi to grip the edges of his chair. Hawks went still and then a triumphant smile split his face. His voice was scratchy as he ground himself against Dabi.

“I knew you’d get off on this you pervert.”

“You’re the fuckin’ pervert,” Dabi hissed, clenching his teeth.

His grip on the chair went white knuckled as Hawks ground down particularly hard in his lap. He was leaking pre into his boxers and he desperately wanted to touch himself but despite the distractions, the feathers from earlier were still there, waiting for Dabi to try and touch Hawks again. It was honestly impressive that the hero still had such precise control over them.

“Patience,” Hawks trilled into Dabi’s ear, echoing earlier.

Dabi tried to focus his mind elsewhere than his throbbing cock. But it was in vain when Hawks tugged the boxers down to his thighs. His cock sprung free, bowing up towards his stomach. Dabi groaned. Even Hawks’ cock was pretty.

Hawks smirked, wrapping his hand around himself again and squeezing. A bead of pre cum slipped out from the red head of his cock. He swiped his thumb over his slit, shuddering obscenely and causing Dabi’s pants to push painfully into his engorged cock.

He knew Hawks could tell how hard he was. The bird was dragging it out, enjoyed the attention as he preened atop Dabi. His wings drew in slightly, the longest primaries brushing the edge of the bar. Hawks’ hand sped up. He let out a whimper and Dabi felt like he was going to explode.

Hawks sensed the reaction and stilled his hand, leaning forward to look Dabi in the eyes as he said, “I know you want to touch me. Admit it and I’ll let you.”

Dabi’s blood boiled. Hawks wasn’t wrong but Dabi hated admitting it. He glared at the hero who tilted his head and then shrugged, going back to stroking himself slowly. Dabi’s eyes followed each movement of Hawks’ hand. When Hawks let go of his shaft in favor of fondling his smooth pretty balls Dabi caved.

“Fine! Shit. Let me fucking touch you!”

Hawks grinned almost drunkenly as he called off the feathers hovering in the air still. They dropped to the ground as Dabi’s hands gripped Hawks. One encased his surprisingly dainty hip while the other wound round Hawks’ hot cock. It pulsed in Dabi’s hand as he surged forward to latch his mouth onto the jewelry adorning Hawks’ nipples.

Hawks braced himself on Dabi’s shoulders, “Oh fuck. Fuuuck.”

Dabi could feel the talons digging into the material of his jacket but he didn’t care. His teeth clacked against the metal barbell as he sucked hard. Hawks let out a low moan which turning into a chorus of “fuck fuck fuck” as Dabi laved his tongue around the pebbled skin of Hawks’ nipple.

The hand on Hawks’ hip tightened. Dabi pressed his thumb hard into the dip of the skin, knowing it would bruise easily. The painful pressure seemed to arouse Hawks more as he curled into the touch, his cock leaking over Dabi’s hand. Dabi bit down on Hawks’ nipple and the bird nearly screeched. The talons in his shoulder dug in deeper and Hawks’ hips rocked into the grip of Dabi’s hand.

“Fuck’m gonna…”

Hawks didn’t get to finish his warning as his body tensed up. His wings wrapped around the two of them as they shuddered. He came with a sweet almost singsongy moan as cum shot between them. Bits of the sticky mess splattered onto Dabi’s shirt as he wrung every last drop out of Hawks’ cock.

When he finally stopped cumming Hawks went limp over Dabi, his voice breathy as he spoke, “Holy fuck.”

It was Dabi’s turn to chuckle. “You sure that seduction worked? I thought you were supposed to make me cum.”

Dabi put pressure on Hawks’ sensitive balls to prove his point and the bird let out a noise of protest. It took him a minute to shakily raise himself back up, readjusting his wings which were still puffed slightly. He swiped a strand of sweaty hair out of his face, fixing Dabi with another mischievous smile as he reached behind him to run his hand over the length of Dabi’s still trapped member.