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They slipped into the closet, the door clicking shut behind them, sealing them in tight, the cramped space already suffocating as they strained to listen for the sound of pursuit.
Dabi shoved against Hawks with a sharp elbow, muttering quietly, “Try not to take up the whole damn space.” His voice was low, edged with something sharp.
Hawks grunted, stumbling against the wall, eyes narrowing. “What’s your problem?”
“Nothing.” The word was hissed, the way Dabis shoulder slammed Hawks into the wood behind him said he was lying.
Hawks planted his hands against Dabi’s chest, shoving back with equal force. Not that it budged the raven haired man more than a few inches away in the cramped closet. “Nothing my ass. You’ve been pissy all day.”
Dabi’s glare cut through the dark. “Maybe I wouldn’t be so pissy if I didn’t have to see photos of my boyfriend’s bare ass grinding on some ugly bitch plastered on every flat surface in this city.” His tone dropped lower, rougher.
Hawks blinked, then smirked, lips twitching with disbelief. “You’re kidding. What, are you jealous?” He tilted his head to gaze up at Dabi through his lashes. “Dabi, it didn’t mean anything, I model sometimes for extra cash. You know that.”
Dabi’s breath huffed, voice dropping to a low growl. “You looked like you enjoyed it.” He braced his hands against the walls, straining to keep space between them so their bodies weren’t touching. “Practically fucking on camera.”
Hawks’ breathed a quiet laugh. “If you didn’t like that, I hate to see how you’ll feel about my swimsuit shoot that’s set to release next month.”
Blue eyes smoldered down at the blonde. Tension traced the length of Dabis shoulders. “Hawks” the word was snarled like a warning.
“Shh, you’re gonna get us caught hot stuff. They’ll be along any minute now looking for us.”
He let the words hang there, a smirk playing at his lips as the closet seemed to shrink even smaller around them.
They were breathing each other in, the cramped closet swallowing the sound of their each of their breaths. Hawks’ smirk deepened, golden eyes glinting with mischief.
“You know, If you think those photos were bad,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, “you should have seen what we got up to behind the camera.”
The blonde caught his bottom lip between his teeth, rolling his eyes back briefly with an exaggerated groan before focusing back on Dabi.
His words hung in the tight air between them, thick and sticky, the air in the closet was quickly heating up until it was near suffocating.
Dabi’s chest tightened, the subtle brush of Hawks’ fingers against his arm sending a spark straight through his ribs.
His voice was sharp when he spoke. “You don’t want to push me right now.”
But Hawks was relentless, shifting forward until their bodies were barely separated, a breath away from each other’s skin. His tone dipped into something soft, playful, and just a touch wicked.
“Oh, But I think I do.”
Dabi’s hand shot out, pressing flat against the wall inches from Hawks’ face, blocking any easy retreat. The heat in his eyes held a dark promise.
Dabi’s hand remained braced against the wall, the weight of his arm boxing Hawks in like a living barricade. The closet seemed to pulse around them, every breath and shallow heartbeat filling the tight space.
Slowly, Dabi slid that arm down, leaning in until his forearm sat flush, resting against the wall, effectively trapping Hawks between him and the wood. The heat of Dabi’s skin was searing where it pressed close, the scent of smoke and something sharper wrapping around Hawks like a cloak.
Hawks’ smirk only widened, eyes glittering with excitement as his wings flexed in anticipation. An unconscious movement that he couldn’t help if he tried.
His fingers twitched against Dabi’s side, barely grazing, but enough to spark a reaction.
“Scary,” Hawks murmured, voice thick with challenge. “But don’t forget who’s really in charge here.”
He shifted slightly, pressing forward just enough to test the limits, a silent dare to make Dabi prove which one of them this space, and each other, belonged to
Dabi’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, his other hand found Hawks’ wrist, gripping it firmly yet possessively.
“I’m not the one who needs reminding.”
The tension in the small smace thickened, the air practically burned as it shimmered between them.
Gold eyes clashed with electric blue.
Dabi’s grip tightened on Hawks’ wrist, the press of his body narrowing the space between them until it was non-existent. Hawks’ smirk softened into something almost vulnerable, those gold eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and something more eager.
“You really think you’re the one in charge, huh?” Hawks murmured, voice low, teasing, but laced with something softer beneath the bravado.
Dabi’s other hand slid down from the wall, fingertips grazing across Hawks’ jaw, slow and deliberate, almost tender. Hawks tilted his head into the touch, the slightest shiver betraying how much this was getting under his skin.
“I’m not the one who needs reminding,” Dabi repeated, voice rougher now, almost a growl. “But I’ll make sure no one questions who you belong to.”
Hawks’ eyes fell half lidded, his body relaxed against Dabis in a silent invitation, and Dabi leaned in, the heat of their bodies merging in the suffocating dark. The closet felt smaller by the second, but neither wanted space, not now, not ever.
Hawks’ golden eyes flickered with playful defiance, even as Dabi’s fingers tightened just enough to remind him who owned the moment. But the spark of rebellion never quite died.
“Do you plan on doing anything more than holding my hand while you pant on me like a dog?” Hawks murmured against Dabi’s mouth, voice rough and teasing, “because all I can focus on right now is the stink of onion coming from your mouth. What did you even have for lunch today?”
That got a low, dangerous growl from Dabi. His hand slid from Hawks’ jaw down to curl possessively around his throat, grip just tight enough to be grounding.
“You’re wish is my command, and all that shit,” Dabi hissed, voice a whisper heavy with threat and promise. His breath hitched as he dipped his head, dragging his teeth briefly across Hawks’ lower lip before capturing it in another bruising kiss.
Hawks’ smirk twisted into a breathless smile, wings fluttering softly behind him. He leaned into the touch, not breaking eye contact, daring Dabi to act.
Dabi’s grip tightened around Hawks’ throat, his other hand released the blondes wrist, brushing up along the curve of Hawks’ ribs sharp enough to make him shiver, before dragging his thumb over the peak of Hawks chest.
“I want to hear you say it,” Dabi demanded low, voice rough like gravel. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Hawks’ eyes dropped to Dabi’s lips, then back up, his voice barely above a whisper, dripping with challenge and desire.
“Make me.”
The words hit Dabi like molten magma slamming into his gut, twisting something raw and ugly loose inside him. A scorching hunger rose up, burning away every pretense at decency he’d been clinging to.
It clawed through his chest, a wild, starving beast snapping at the cage of his ribs, desperate to devour Hawks like kindling set before a wildfire. His jaw clenched tight, breath shallow and ragged.
“Say that again,” he growled low, voice thick and heavy. Daring the man in front of him.
He flexed his fingers over the blondes chest, rolling his thumb over one of the peaked buds there with no warning and no remorse.
A flush washed over Hawks face, his mouth opened on a gasp. But the mischievous grin never faltered.
“Make.Me.” Gold gleamed up at Dabi, unrepentant, daring him to cross that line.
“I’m gonna remind you later that you asked for this pretty bird.”
Dabi cruelly tweaked the bud his thumb had been abusing before dropping his hand down to wrap over the blondes hip and around his back, squeezing Hawks forward into an arch. The hand around Hawks throat slid up into blonde locks to grip and pull the birds head back in a sharp uncomfortable angle that forced his entire body to bow forward.
Dabi descended on him, nipping along his throat and collarbones before dragging the blunt edges of his teeth over hawks clothed chest. Catching on his nipple.
Hawks closes his eyes on a groan. Hands darting up to grab at Dabis wide shoulders in an attempt to steady himself from the overwhelming angle.
Dabi’s hand slid down Hawks’ back, fingers ghosting over the curve of his hip before boldly settling on the swell of his ass. He squeezed, slow, deliberate, fingers teasing at the seam of Hawks’ cargo pants, thumb brushing lightly, dangerously close to the rim beneath.
Hawks jerked forward, eyes flying open to stare at Dabi. Surprised that he was actually following through on his threats, especially with the looming possibility of the people who were hunting them stumbling across their hiding place.
Dabi’s grip tightened possessively. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted one of Hawks’ legs, wrapping it over his own hip with a roughness that left no space between them. crotch pressed to crotch. He could feel the outline of the blondes hard length beside his own, the pulsing heat that radiated from him.
The closeness stole Hawks’ breath for a moment, but he quirked a brow, smirking as he rutted his hips forward in one smooth roll that had Dabi biting back a curse.
Dabi gave the blonde locks caught in his fist a sharp pull in retaliation before gliding his fingertips along the blondes scalp, down his neck, and across the hem of the blondes mission uniform, hunting for the hidden zipper he knew from experience would be a bitch to unzip.
Dabi’s fingers only fumbled for a moment before catching on the zipper’s edge. The metal was cold under his touch. He would need to be careful easing it down its track, one wrong move and the sound would echo loudly in the tiny space.
He paused, eyes locking with Hawks’, the blonde’s breathless grin egged him on.
“Gonna unzip you here and now,” Dabi murmured, voice low but laced with warning, “try to be quiet for once.”
Hawks leaned into the pressure, his breath hot against Dabi’s cheek. “Why so fast?” he whispered, voice dripping with mischief. “Let’s see how long you can last with me like this, I’ll bet you paint your jeans before I do.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Dabi hissed, glaring down at the blonde.
Dabi huffed, sliding the zipper down inch by slow inch. Careful to muffle the sound.
The fabric slowly gave way, falling from Hawks shoulders to reveal the pale, smooth skin beneath, taut with heat and pulse pounding beneath his fingertips.
When the blonde shrugged out of it the material fell to bunch around his waist.
Hot hands dipped beneath the hem, fingers finally finding purchase on bare skin. He squeezed and kneaded the supple swell of the blondes cheeks appreciatively.
Hawks hissed softly, head falling forward to rest against Dabi’s shoulder. “Come on” he breathed. “Are you going to do anything or just tease me for the next decade? I thought you were gonna prove a point or something.”
But Dabi only tightened his hold, pressing Hawks flush against him, their bodies melting together as the air thickened with need.
His thumb traced lower, swirling in deliberate circles over the bare skin he’d just exposed, heat radiating from his touch. “You’re all mine,” he growled into Hawks’ ear, voice rough like gravel. before sliding his thumb between the blondes cheeks to tease against his entrance.
Hawks shivered, lips brushing Dabi’s jaw. “You keep saying that, but you’ve yet to prove it.”
He shifted, trying to press back, fingers curling possessively against Dabi’s chest. “Maybe you need me to take charge, show you how it’s done.”
But Dabi’s laugh was dark and unimpressed, a growl curling from deep in his throat. “Cute,” he said, voice dripping with warning.
Before Hawks could react, Dabi’s hands moved like lightning, grabbing the waistband of Hawks’ cargo pants, yanking them down in a smooth, ruthless motion.
Without warning, Dabi’s hands gripped Hawks’ hips and hoisted him up effortlessly. Hawks’ body curled forward, his back pressing firmly against the cramped closet wall. His legs swung up and around Dabi’s head so that one leg draped over each shoulder. Leaving his bare hole exposed directly in front of Dabi’s face.
The tight space left no room for escape. Hawks’ thighs trembled slightly, muscles tense, while his wide golden eyes locked onto Dabi’s, flickering with a mix of defiance and anticipation.
Dabi stood steady, grounded beneath Hawks, every inch of the moment charged as he leaned in, eyes dark and hungry, taking in the vulnerable curve of Hawks’ exposed skin.
“But not a chance, pretty bird.”
Then, without hesitation, Dabi’s yanked the crotch of the blondes body suit to the side, his tongue flicked out, drawing a fiery stripe directly over Hawks’ hole.
Hawks squawked loudly. A sharp, surprised noise. His legs tried to clamp shut instinctively, but it was futile.
“You’re mine,” Dabi hissed into the dark, voice thick with possessive hunger. “And you are going to admit it.”
Hawks could feel the breath of each word brush over him. Teasing in the most awful way.
His lips parted to respond but he choked in horror at the sound of footsteps outside their small hide out.
He stared down in abject horror as Dabis smirk grew. Something cruel danced in his eyes.
“Try to be quiet.” The words were mouthed without a sound before Dabi slotted his mouth over hawks entrance.
Hawks’ eyes squeezed shut, lips parting on a shaky moan that escaped before he could catch it. His fingers curled, clutching Dabi’s broad shoulders, searching for purchase to ground himself against the unslought of feelings.
Dabi’s tongue curled with wicked intent, the slow swirl pushing past the tight ring of muscle, dipping just far enough to lap at the sensitive, swollen walls beneath. The wet heat of his mouth spread like wildfire, setting Hawks’ nerves ablaze.
Hawks’ breath caught in his throat, a strangled sound ripping free as his body betrayed him, trembling against Dabi’s steady grip. His muscles clenched instinctively, then loosened under the relentless, skilled pressure, every flick of Dabi’s tongue sending a fresh wave of heat rolling through him.
The cramped closet blurred around them, the walls scraped against their skin. But the only thing he could focus on was the slick, burning warmth flooding Hawks from the inside, out.
A sharp, ragged inhale escaped Hawks’ lips, his fingers digging deeper into Dabi’s shoulders as his legs began to shake, had he been standing his knees would have long since given way. His wings fluttered erratically, a frantic symphony of sensation and surrender.
Dabi’s low, possessive growl rumbled through the thick air, mouth never breaking contact as he lavished attention, the wet heat searing across every nerve ending, driving Hawks wild.
“You’re mine,” Dabi murmured, voice dripping with ownership and something dangerously tender.
Hawks’ eyes fluttered open just long enough to witness Dabi, mouth stretched open as he pushed the entire length of his tongue through hawks tight opening. Undulating inside of him in a way that had his stomach clenching.
Dabi’s tongue never rushed, never faltered. Each flick and swirl measured, a calculated torment that left Hawks gasping, desperate for more, arching into Dabis mouth with the an aching need he wouldn’t admit out loud.
The tight grip on Hawks’ hips kept him pinned, unable to grind down like he wanted to. Every flick of wet muscle inside sending shockwaves through his body. Hawks’ legs trembled harder, thighs quivering as the raw heat pooled low, burning with unspoken need.
“You belong to me,” Dabi whispered, the words a vow and a command, his voice dark and certain.
He didn’t know if they were in danger of being discovered. Knew he hadn’t been quiet, but couldn’t focus enough to tell if their little room had been thrown open.
Hawks’ breath hitched, eyes squeezing shut as one of Dabis hands scratched across his chest tweaking a nipple ruthlessly. The combined sensations were beyond overwhelming.
“Tell me who you belong to Keigo.”
The sound of his name on Dabis sinful lips nearly sent the blonde toppling over the edge.
Hawks weakly shook his head. Denying what Dabi wanted to hear.
A sharp pain drew a stifled sob from Hawks throat as Dabi bit down on his thigh, leaving a deep impression of his teeth behind.
“Who do you belong to?” The words were snarled as Dabi plunged two fingers into the blonde.
“Ngh.” Hawks mouth gaped open gasping on air at the sudden intrusion.
Dabi worked his fingers together, scissoring them back and forth to stretch hawks wet hole.
“Who?”
The fingers twisted mercilessly to abuse the sensitive bundle of nerves Dabi had grown far too familiar with.
“You!” The words were choked, golden eyes squeezed shut. Spittle flew from the blondes mouth with the force of his admission.
The pleasure was so intense the blonde felt like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t force the air down into his lungs.
The weight of the word hung heavy in the air, wrapping around them like smoke.
Dabi’s lips curved into a slow, cruel smile. “Good boy.”
He slowed his movements then, switching from eager devourer to patient predator.
His tongue traced teasing circles, flicking alongside his fingers, barely touching the most sensitive spots, leaving Hawks on the edge, trembling, begging without words.
Soft, needy whines filled the space between them as the blonde rolled his hips in a bid for friction. His length rested against his stomach, a bright angry red.
Hawks’ hands clenched tighter, nails digging into Dabi’s shoulders as the desperate hunger coiled tighter in his gut. He was drowning in sensation - skin flushed, breath ragged, wings fluttering in helpless need.
Hawks was so close. A moment from spiraling into climax.
Dabi pulled back just enough to catch Hawks’ eye, his own eyes glittering with that dark fire the blonde had come to love. “Not yet.”
The denial was sharp, cruel, and Hawks’s body betrayed him with a desperate cry, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
But Dabi wasn’t finished.
His lips ghosted over Hawks’ sensitive skin, brushing the hollow just above the entrance, teasing with flicks and slow, deliberate licks. The wet heat pooled and pulsed with Hawks’ every ragged inhale, spreading through him like a live wire.
The ache in Hawks’ chest deepened, muscles clenching and unclenching without control. His legs shook harder, his breath hitching in a desperate plea.
Dabi’s hand slid from Hawks’ hip to cup the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the blonde hair as he leaned in close, voice a low, possessive rumble. “Say it again. Tell me who you belong to.”
Hawks choked out a broken laugh, eyes wide and desperate, “I’m yours. Only yours.”
The tears escaped, tracking down his cheeks.
Dabi’s grin was savage. “Good.”
Then, without warning, Dabi pushed a third finger into hawks entrance, lapping around the stretched ring greedily, and Hawks’ body convulsed, legs trembling violently, toes curled tight.
The orgasm ripped through Hawks, fierce and wild, no hands needed, no other touch required but Dabi’s mouth and that ruthless, perfect control.
Hawks arched forward with a ragged, guttural moan, every nerve on fire as his body clenched and shuddered. Thick ropes of his release spilled over his own chest, warm and slick, tracing a messy, glistening map across his skin.
Hawks collapsed back against the wall, breathless and utterly undone, every nerve singing and burning, utterly owned.
Dabis support the only thing keeping him from collapsing in a messy heap against the closets floor.
Dabi slowly eased Hawks’ legs down from his shoulders, hands steady and sure as he helped support the trembling blonde against the closets wall. Their breaths came hard, chests rising and falling in the tight, hot silence between them.
Outside, muffled voices drifted faintly. An echo of footsteps and low murmurs, but the sound was fading, slipping away, leaving them unthreatened for the moment.
Dabi’s lips curled into a crooked grin, eyes glinting with wicked amusement as he brushed a loose strand of blonde hair from Hawks’ damp forehead. “You were so desperate for me,” he teased, voice low and sharp, “I didn’t even have to touch your dick to make you come.”
Hawks rolled his eyes, cheeks flaring bright with heat but his smirk was quick to fire back. “Yeah, well, at least I did come.”
Dabi said nothing, but the faint flush creeping up his own cheeks betrayed him more than any words could.
Hawks caught the silent admission, eyes wide in mock horror. “No way. You didn’t!”
Before Dabi could respond, Hawks shoved a hand down the waistband of Dabi’s pants, fingers slipping eagerly inside to confirm his suspicions. His hand came away slick and sticky, and he barked out a rough laugh. “How the hell can you make fun of me? You creamed your jeans like a horny teenager.”
Dabi glowered, slapping hawks hand away. His face nearly glowing with embarrassment.
“Shut up.” The words were hissed, but lacked any real heat.
After a moment the Dabi lowers his gaze. He takes a deep breath before dropping his head forward to gently rest his forehead against Hawks’, eyes flickering with something almost shy, uncomfortable. “No more porno shoots,” he muttered, voice rough but quieter now.
Hawks softened, wrapping his arms around Dabi, pulling him close. “It wasn’t a porno shoot. But I promise. I’ll run my future offers by you first, okay?”
Dabi gave a slow nod, brushing a gentle kiss over Hawks’ forehead. “Good. Now, let’s get out of here before they find us.”
Hawks pulled back just enough to nod, quickly wriggling back into his clothes. He made a face at the sticky feeling on his skin. “This is disgusting. We’re never doing anything like this ever again.”
Dabi chuckled, making a noncommittal noise as he cracked the closet door open, peeking outside.