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“Got you a gift.” Hawks puts a white paper bag in front of Dabi.
“Really? For me?” Dabi murmurs and doesn’t even need to try to sound bratty.
Hawks’ got enough money and he’s not afraid to spent it for… fun they’ve engaged in for a few months. It’s ridiculous how Hawks presents what he got for Dabi; as if he hunted the finest fox in the forest.
It flares up Dabi’s heart nonethless, his cheeks burn and his lips almost curl into smile.
Hawks looks so excited that Dabi gets excited too; Hawks keeps twitching, his smile wider than what he gives to the public and he looks like he’s afraid to blink to miss a second of Dabi’s reaction.
It must be really good this time.
Dabi sits across the table and can’t hide how curious he is. He peeks in the bag, then his eyes shift to Hawks.
Hawks nods quickly, giving him permission and Dabi tries to be patient and slowly drags the bag to him, opens it and stares inside.
“Take it out.” Hawks leans forward and watches Dabi’s expression closely.
Dabi listens, telling himself it’s just because he’s painfully curious about the gift not because Hawks told him. It’s something soft wrapped in very loud paper.
He puts it on the table, seemingly uninterested and slowly untangles the paper, making sure to make as much noise as possible, forcing Hawks to shoot a few feathers in the air to make sure nobody walks in on this very special moment.
It’s vibrant blue lacy lingerie.
It’s very, very light, but it burns his eyes as a blue highlighter.
“Oh… you didn’t have to. Thank you.” Dabi says quickly and puts the set back.
“Come on, look at it,” Hawks leans over the table and encourages.
Dabi gulps thickly; taking out bra that’s made just from lace, some flowery design, no padding; it’s just a see-through piece of fabric. Dabi holds it very softly, as carefully as he can because it looks so fragile that it'd gegt damaged solely from comming near to something as rought as Dabi's hands. Dabi nods at it, can’t hold back a dumb smirk because he’s never got any bra in his hands, yet so pretty. He folds it neatly and puts it down.
Then he takes the other parts, next are panties from the same piece of lace. He folds it again and puts it on the bra. Then there’s something less soft but in the same screeching color. Dabi tries to find out what it is, turning it around until he holds it right. It’s a garter belt, it ties around thigs and has few strings around sides that Dabi has no idea what to do with.
Dabi does his best to keep his calm and not to look terrified. He folds it too and puts the tiny lacy thing back in the bag.
“Thank you…?” he croaks, looking down.
Hawks smiles at him, leaning his chin on his hand and closing his eyes a little, forming that seductive, dark look. “Would you wear it for me?” his voice is barely a whisper, but it sends shivers up Dabi’s spine.
“Egh- I…” He shrugs because he doesn’t have an answer for that. It’s really neat, but it’s very apparently women’s lingerie and… Dabi stares everywhere except at Hawks, gnawing at his lower lip.
Hawks gets up and walks over to him, not understanding what personal space is, and stands so close that his crotch almost brushes past Dabi’s shoulder. Dabi can almost feel it and he kinda wants to accidentally lean into it, stroke it with his shoulder; tease Hawks as much as he teases him.
He refrains from it, he’s been taught better.
Dabi really does his best not to bump his shoulder into Hawks’ lap and raises his eyes to look up to him, expecting a reward for being so patient.
No, nothing comes, that does not grant him anything; that is the basics that Hawks drilled into him.
Hawks slowly reaches forward, stroking Dabi’s jaw painfully softly and Dabi’s eyes fall shut for a second, diving into the softness he’s being given.
“I think it’d suit you.” Hawks whispers, slips his finger under Dabi’s chin and angles his head up. Hawks studies him for longer than he usually does and it makes Dabi uneasy. He doesn’t deserve to be looked at with eyes filled with so much affection and…
He knows how fucked up his face is.
“’s too pretty,” Dabi mutters vaguely, slicking the words together because Hawks' hold doesn't allow for him to articulate properly.
“It’s as pretty as your eyes,” Hawks’ thumb gently crosses the line of staples on his chin, sending little stings through him.
Dabi looks away. “I’ve got same eyes as my dad, he was a reeaaal bitch—” he pouts, but before he can finish, the grip on his chin tightens and he looks back at Hawks, in stern yellow eyes that anchor Dabi’s mind steady in the moment.
“Your eyes,” Hawks looks him in the eyes without blinking; he’s dead serious. “I said your eyes. Your. Pretty. Eyes.”
Dabi involuntarily shivers; he doesn’t want Hawks to notice, but Hawks does. Sometimes, the praise just gets too intense for Dabi.
Hawks loosens his fingers. “What about this: take it with you tomorrow, I’ll keep my door open; you can try it on in the bathroom, if it’s not okay, just take it off. But,” he adds and leans down, “at least try. Okay?” he moves forward, feigning going for a kiss, and stops just a breath away from Dabi’s already parted lips. “Okay?” he asks again patiently.
Dabi nods.
“Use your words,” Hawks purrs into Dabi’s mouth and Dabi’s pulled to him like a magnet, but Hawks backs away.
“Okay.”
“You promise?” Hawks mutters, brushing his lips over Dabi’s so slowly it’s torturing and Dabi wants to be a good boy for him, so he stays still and patient.
“I promise,” Dabi whispers innocently, longing so much for the kiss Hawks baited him into.
“Good,” Hawks smiles and gently pecks on Dabi's lips, leaving too soon for Dabi’s taste.
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Dabi waits to the last second before Hawks is supposed to get back and he almost doesn’t manage it on time, awkwardly putting the lacy nothing on. He doesn’t know what to do with that belt, so he has to try three times to get in on correctly.
When he looks in the mirror though, he must say it suits him in terms of colors. The bright blue lace shines over his dark scars and it elegantly lays on his pale unscarred skin. He looks at it, keeps looking and looking, and it stops being so unknown and weird. But there’s still the heavy weight that nests in his stomach. He's unsure.
He knows how he looks; and that piece just seems so… not deserved on his mangled body.
He undoes the bra, deciding he shouldn’t wear it… then puts it back on indecisively. It really does look good on him; fucking Hawks.
It does not fit him well, the panties that are way too tight. When he marches around the bathroom, the lace presses at his dick in a way that arouses him no matter how hard he fights against it. It’s rather awkward, how his dick is trapped in the fabric like in a fishing net. Oh, and let’s not forget the garter belt that claws into Dabi’s thighs in a way that he can still feel it on his scarred left leg and it’s borderline painful on his right, screaming I’m here, I’m tigh, focus on your thighs and how sexy your legs look with me!
Dabi sighs frustratingly.
Then he hears the door.
He gasps, panics and quickly puts his shirt and pants over the lace.
“Where have you been?” Hawks chirps and takes his coat off, eyeing Dabi - fully clothed.
“Bathroom.” Dabi tries to be calm, but the way lace presses on the unscarred skin on his chest is making him want to roll over like a dog and scratch at it until he rips it off; but at the same time making him want to fall on a bed and pull at the straps wrapping around his thighs, maybe try how far it can stretch and then let go of it, letting it spank him; oh, that sound would be so cool— Oh boy, oh boy, ohohoh, hw would be just pulling at it like a maniac, cumming just from-
Dabi awkwardly hides behind the kitchen desk.
Hawks takes a quick shower like he always does. Dabi usually comes late to their meetings - just to piss Hawks off; so doesn’t know what to do with himself, trails to the kitchen and finds a single plate in a sink. He decides to wash it.
“Aww, thank you, so nice,” Hawks appears behind him suddenly. He does not joke; his voice is heavy. He stands behind Dabi, carefully observing every little move, until the plate is clean.
When Dabi puts the plate in the drawer, Hawks reaches for him and palms him through his pants without warming, making Dabi yelp embarassingly.
“Oh. My. God. You’re already wearing it?” Hawks whispers into his neck and simultaneously moving his hand very slowly, cruelly slowly, and Dabi jerks, trying to get back but he crushes into Hawks’ chest. Hawks immediately wraps his arm around Dabi’s waist and holds him tight; if Dabi’s legs gave up, Hawks will still hold him standing, that’s how tight his grip is. Dabi shivers, he likes this kind of attention; muscular, hard body behind him, somebody so strong Dabi can fully lean on him.
“Can’t wait, huh?” Hawks ruts his hips against Dabi’s ass slowly. “Slutty,” he mutters in Dabi’s ear and Dabi’s head falls back at Hawks shoulder, pressing back against his crotch because of pure accident.
The light changes as they dive in the darker room and Hawks swirls Dabi around so precisely Dabi ends up sitting on the bed and doesn’t know how it happened. Hawks slowly closes the door and stands in front of Dabi, his piercing eyes looking down. He stares at Dabi for a second that feels like eternity, making Dabi feel all small and oh-so helpless.
Dabi likes that. He likes how just a single look from Hawks shuts him up, it’s like a cooling cream dumped on his overactive mind. It’s like saying now I’m in change; now I’m taking care of you; now I’ll take care of thinking, no need to strain your pretty head anymore; I’ll think for you.
The only thing you need to do is trust me.
“Take it off.” Hawks whispers, impatient; which he never is.
Dabi stares back; he knows he’s hard and revealing it to Hawks now feels like losing this little stupid game. He’s so fucking hard just thinking about how at ease he is, how he can let go of everything. How he can just lay back and let somebody else do all the work.
How pretty he can be in the lace.
He’s so calm now, he never is; it’s arousing.
The lace’s getting tighter, especially the panties and Dabi lets it happen.
He lowers his eyes and pulls his shirt off.
“You know your signals if it gets too much?” Hawks whispers and Dabi gently nods.
It had got too much several times, ending with Hawks accidentally triggering Dabi’s panic so suddenly Dabi just… couldn’t take it.
They have signals now, either saying simply ‘I need a break’ and if Dabi’s not allowed to talk then three taps with his hand on anything.
Hawks smirks at him, slowly caressing his own crotch as if he couldn't wait a second longer; exactly how he did with Dabi before, in slow tormenting circles.
It feels like he’s touching Dabi too; Dabi can still feel it.
“Keep going,” Hawks’ eyes widen at the sight of his revealed chest; at finding out Dabi's really wearing something Hawks got for him. His golden eyes slide down his chest and it feels like fingernails dragging from his shoulder over his torso, catching up on the lace and his staples. Dabi can feel it.
Dabi lowers his eyes. It’s new. He does feel kinda pretty in this now that Hawks looks at him like that; but Dabi always hesitates before obeying, usually making it as difficult for Hawks as he can. But now, he wants the attention. He wants Hawks to gasp softly when he sees how prettily it fits over Dabi’s hips; he wants him to lick his lips seductively as if Dabi was a fine dinner; he wants him to tear that lace with his teeth.
Dabi takes a breath, looks down and undoes his pants really slowly. He feels like a teenager trying to be seductive, and he has no idea if he succeeds. He removes the pants trying to make the least movements and kicks it off, lifts his head to Hawks with his hand fully in his pants. Dabi can see the outline of Hawks' half-hard dick on the beige fabric.
“Damn, you look so pretty.” Hawks breathes out and there’s actual softness in his eyes. Oh yeah, that kind of look. Heavy, so carefully restrained. “Com’ere.” Hawks lovingly reaches forward and stokes the back of Dabi’s neck, which sends tingling jolts running down his spine.
Hawks undoes his pants, pulls his dick out and Dabi flashes him a terrified stare.
“Uhm, Hawks,” Dabi protests weakly, grabs his hips and tries to stop him getting any closer to his face.
Hawks knows Dabi hates giving a head, he has such a bad gag reflex; damn, he’s been near – very, very, very near – throwing up so many times he can’t count it. But Hawks always managed to encourage and guide him through it. Dabi’s rarely insecure in front of anybody, and when he is, Hawks always treats him so gently that Dabi even pretends to be shy just because he yearns being handled softly so much.
His breath hitches and he shakes his head.
But oh, just thinking about the praise that’ll come after he’s done it… or the praise during it, oh, oh, Dabi wants that so much.
“Oh, come on, don’t be shy,” Hawks chuckles and pushes Dabi’s hands away slowly. He holds Dabi’s neck from the back, so Dabi can’t move away. The hot tip touches his lips and Dabi grits his teeth and shakes his head as if he’s acting on real-life stage. He wants to be nudged into it more, to hear more encouragement and to make Hawks wait so much he’ll get frustrated. Hawks takes his dick in his hand and very gently presses it on Dabi’s lips, sliding it from one corner to the other. “Come on, open up,” his voice is so soft, so patient.
Dabi whines pathetically, almost unconsciously flicking his tongue out to give him innocent lick, which is definitely intended to tease Hawks.
Hawks stops and gasps when feeling that hot tongue brush against him.
“You can do this,” fingers on the back of his neck loosen up, gently stroking the short hair Dabi can never dye black correctly. “You look so pretty,” Hawks hits the exact button Dabi needs to be encouraged. He whines quietly, pressing a wet kiss on the tip of his dick. “Daamn, Dabii…” Hawks breathes out. “Wanna try on your own?” his hand tugs at the bra strap absentmindedly, pulls it up until the bottom part digs into Dabi’s pec and lets it tensely strung. It takes few seconds of silence when Dabi stubbornly refuses to admit he wants it with his lips pressed on Hawks’ dick, and then Hawks lets go of the bowstrung bra strap and it slaps the unscarred skin on Dabi’s shoulder.
Dabi lets out a messy, wet whimper, and he winces as if Hawks stabbed a knife into his shoulder. “C-Can I?” He whispers, afraid this is just a test, that Hawks will not let him do as he pleases because Dabi’s such a brat. But Dabi’s feeling very cooperative today, the mood has been set nicely – he feels appreciated, cared about and just so simply pretty in this blue gift. Both his mood and confidence have been lifted.
“Of course; you’ve been so good today,” Hawks’ warm hand cups his cheek and his thumb circles on his unscarred skin. “So brave, putting this nice thing on you. I like it so much.” He whispers passionately and Dabi gasps, shifting his legs awkwardly when there’s sloppy drop soaking into the lace between his legs.
He likes this attention. He likes being so good. He wants to be better.
He wants to please him more.
Dabi determinately nods for himself, reaching forward and slowly stroking the underside of Hawks’ dick, drawing a very badly controlled whine from him. He gulps and licks his lips as if he’s getting ready and slowly kisses the tip again. He goes really slow, parting his lips shyly, enveloping his cock and letting it nest comfortably on his tongue until he gets used to it.
Dabi breathes in through his nose slowly; tries sucking on Hawks dick, hollowing his cheeks.
“There you go, baby,” Hawks groans as if he was waiting for this his whole day. It’s a delicious sound, Dabi’s chest fills with pride and he takes more of him, quickly moves back when it goes too deep. He bobs his head, he just wants more, more, greedily taking more of him in his mouth—
Oh no. Hawks’ dick hits the back of his throat and Dabi backs up real quick— he’s so sick, shit, no, this is not ending well.
Dabi panics when he apparently takes more than he can; shakes his head a little. Afraid that if he moves too much, he’s gonna irritate his throat even more.
“Nose, breath through your nose, babe,” Hawks grabs he sides of Dabi’s head; covering his ears and partially locking the buzz inside his head. It’s good, it’s all good. Dabi relaxes a little.
Hawks thrusts in slowly and Dabi gags, coughs around his length. Oh, wait, wait wait—
“I said nose,” Hawks hand slide under his ears. “Come on, I wanna hear you; how long are you going to hold your breath?” Hawks chuckles softly, flicks Dabi’s bangs out of his face. “Aww, you’re literally red. Nose, Dabi, come on, you can do it,” Hawks sighs and Dabi’s hands shoot forward desperately, clawing at his side, because now that he mentioned it… Dabi realises he’s been holding his breath this whole time and suddenly can’t even breathe and his lungs are on fire and it stings like ants are stuffed into his chest—
“Nose.”
Dabi has no option than to listen, to grab at his commands like a drowning man. He breathes shakily through his nose and Hawks immediately pats his head, gently stroking his hair until Dabi can breathe normally.
“There you go,” Hawks’ voice brings him back. It doesn’t hurt that much, somehow he managed to relax a little. “You look like you’re doing this for the first time… very pretty,” Hawks comments and suddenly keeps being soft with him, doesn’t thrust in roughly but slowly drags his dick in and out while Dabi does his best to keep breathing. “Breathing nicely, so good,” his voice falls over Dabi as thick warm honey.
Dabi slowly peels his eyes open and peeks up, seeing Hawks with very focused expression, pulling his gorgeous features into frown.
“Wanna stay still? Tap once for yes.”
Dabi keeps his eyes closed, taps on Hawks hipbone he grips as if Hawks was his saviour. Hawks starts fucking his mouth, his fingers trail over Dabi’s face, stopping under his ears and pressing to where his jaw connects to his skull. It feels like Hawks’ trying to massage the place to relax it; but it's too much sensations at once.
“Look at me.” Hawks commands through his clenched teeth, delicious sounds and moan spilling from his lips.
Dabi doesn’t, cause he knows how cutely angry Hawks’ll get.
But there’s silence, so Dabi stubbornly frowns, already expecting to be treated more harshly because Hawks doesn’t like him not obeying. Hawks seems to have pushed this away without any punishment and Dabi whines around him dissapointingly.
Of course Hawks gets angry, hooks his thumbs in the corners of Dabi’s mouth to keep it wide open and thrusts deep.
Dabi gasps, forgets he needs to breathe through nose. The more he panics, the worse it gets; he tries to push Hawks away, tugging his beige pants and yanking his belt, clawing at him everywhere he could reach.
Hawks chuckles at it, keeps going; keeps holding him in place and uses him, as if they didn’t know each other and Hawks was just teaching him to be a good bitch and take it, and Dabi eyes roll back at that thought. Hawks’ dick slides deep and Dabi is holding onto him, but does not use their signal, so sure he can take it. He even tries to look up, but Hawks rocks into him so hard, his vision is shaking. Yeah, he wants to be the reason this composed hero gets so pissed and chaotic and uncontrolled – free.
When Hawks is standing over him in the dark, taking care of him, the daddy-vibes he radiates are even hotter than Dabi’s heat quirk. Dabi moans as much as he can with mouth fully stuffed, it comes out as wet and bubbly aaaahhh and Dabi finds it kinda funny, so he chuckles. Hawks groans, the sound vibrating in Dabi’s throat and- damn, Hawks can feel it—
Hawk’s dick hits the back of his throat again, again, again—
And this time, Dabi can’t stop it.
He gags, tries to cough but his throat instinctively clenches; his eyes shot wide.
He throws up.
His whole world is spinning, his throat is burning.
His eyes snap open again as he realizes; tastes that gross, thick, tangy thing in his mouth, and oh boy, how he wishes it was Hawks’ cum.
It’s not.
It drips tormentingly slow over his lips and chin because it’s not that ‘normal’ kind of vomit; it’s just thick disgusting whitish blob that’s standing on the edge of being a liquid.
He closes his eyes again, screaming that THIS DID NOT HAPPEN, NO WAY, IT’S JUST A BAD DREAM—
But he can feel it, smell it, he can taste it.
He starts praying that Hawks will throw a mean comment on him, just like always; but Hawks keeps silent which makes it so much worse. They don’t move; they’re drowning in embarrassment, and they keep bogging deeper into it.
There’s a quiet drip and smack as one string of the thick yellowish vomit slides on Hawks' dick, collects at his shaft and drips from the base of his dick on the floor.
Dabi sniffs; it’s so disgusting, it’s so humiliating—
He starts shaking uncontrollably as if he's freezing, and he tries to pull away, because Hawks’ dick still nests in the slick of his mouth.
There are hands by the side of his head, gently stroking his hair. Dabi sobs, he hates how comforting the touch feels.
“Babe,” Hawks sighs and keeps Dabi in place, with mouth full of vomit and dick. “It’s fine. Happens sometimes.” His voice is stern and without doubt and Dabi sniffs again like a kid because it’s so assuring. He nods slightly, presses his eyes shut so hard blood gathers in the corners of his eyes where the grafts meet his skin. “One if you want to continue – I don’t mind. Three and we stop.” There’s a warm hand over Dabi’s fingers stiffly diving into Hawks’ hip, telling him what he needs to do.
He wants to please him so much, he’s been good. He can do better.
Dabi sniffs, slowly raises his index finger while Hawks quickly wipes tears that drop from the patches of burns over his cheeks and threaten to join the party rolling in his mouth.
He taps once, holding onto Hawks even tighter, looking up to him and latching at his dick again.
Hawks’ lips curve into uneven smile, he pats his head again and starts fucking his mouth, now slowly and not as deep as before, pushing the disgusting liquids out with every thrust. It’s so fucking messy and lewd, Dabi has never done this, he’s never allowed himself to be THIS disgusting with anybody and it’s...
...so fucking exciting.
Hawks is careful at first, but hearing how Dabi enjoys it, he starts going faster, not caring about the droplets splashing everywhere.
Sometimes, it drops on Dabi’s thighs and that temperature difference makes Dabi twitch and he tosses every bit of his decency out of the window, shamelessly enjoying this ride.
When Hawks cums, he lets go of Dabi and Dabi’s so dumb that he bends down, lets his mouth as open as when he fucked into it, and everything gushes down. Hawk’s warm cum floats around his tongue and drips over his lower lip, joining the yellowish mess on the floor.
Dabi sobs quietly, can’t move and just lets the leftover cum and vomit drop from his mouth. He forces his eyes closed again; hot blood streams from his eyes over his nose and then bloody tears fall into the pond of grossness by his feet.
“Dabi.” Hawks slowly angles his wet chin up to look at him. He’s not grossed to touch neither his cum, nor Dabi’s vomit dripping from his face to reach him. Hakws’s astonished. Hawks thumb traces over his chin, wiping it away, savouring that he can see Dabi like this, so raw and vulnerable and confused. Red feather zips through the room and deposits paper towels into Dabi’s lap.
Dabi immediately tears several tissues and messily wipes his face, neck, thighs… and Hawks just sits there and watches him.
“Feeling okay?” Hawks nudges him with his nose like an animal; strong urge to wrap him in his wings and just hold him exploding in his chest, cause Dabi looks so soft suddenly, so pretty, so precious and fragile when he's hunched over and curling into himself.
“Hm.” Dabi nods but keeps looking down, pressing his legs awkwardly together. Hawks feels bad that he get to orgasm and Dabi got no reward, except this whole act was a reward for Dabi.
But Hawks feels like he needs to emphasize how good Dabi was today. “So very good for me,” he gulps and traces hand over Dabi’s thigh fingers tugging at the garter belt that cuts into the meat on his legs, making it look deliciously squishy. At the same time, Hawks sends several feathers to clean the mess on the floor (what a handy quirk!).
Dabi shivers and grips the ball of paper towels in his fists as Hawks hand traces up to the edge of lace. He wants to reward him once more, see him open up even more and let go of that I’m-a-emo-cool-villain-you-fuck just as Hawks lets go of his hero mask when he’s with Dabi. But his fingers dive in wet fabric that sticks to Dabi’s skin.
Hawks shamelessly cards his fingers through the mess Dabi’s made on his stomach and hums deep in his throat. “I can’t remember allowing you to cum… do you, Dabi?”
Dabi gulps, raising his head and looking at Hawks with those pretty shiny eyes half-hidden under lashes. His mismatched lips curl into a smirk.
“You didn’t allow it,” he whispers and Hawks works his hand in the lace to wrap Dabi’s dick sticky of cum.
Hawks smirks as Dabi bites into his lower lip to stop the series of moans clawing up his throat.
Let’s see how long can Dabi hold it.