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Hawks is a pretty crier. It's a sunshower, big golden eyes rounded and heavy with tears as they overflow down his ruddy cheeks. It's cute how he tries to be quiet despite the hiccups and sniffles, despite the shudders wracking his slumped shoulders. His wings pull around him like a shroud, shielding his vulnerability from prying eyes, but there's a pout on his lips that just leaves Dabi wanting to see more.
He doesn't even know what Hawks is crying about. Is that bad? Sure, the hero's been blubbering about something for the last few minutes, but the words flit right over Dabi's head. Every scrap of his attention is fixed on Hawks' pretty, flushed face. Tears cling like dewdrops to flaxen lashes as Hawks blinks.
"Pretty bird, why are you crying?" The words rumble with amusement belying his arousal. Dabi sits forward and leans into Hawks' space. Hawks gapes back at him, anguish momentarily forgotten.
"Seriously? Are you even watching the movie, Dabs?"
Ah, right. The movie. Some pre-quirk western flick Hawks had come home all in a tizzy over, a sappy time-waster that Mirko had demanded Hawks watch immediately. "No," he admits. He cups Hawks' cheek with a hand and brushes at the streaming tears with a thumb. Hawks' eyes flutter shut and he leans into the caress, heaving a whimpering sigh.
"Of course not. Dunno why I even try to show you things, it's like you don't even want to be cultured." There's no heat in his tone. There's not much of anything but the breathless inflection of sobs yet to be born.
"I'm plenty cultured, birdie." Dabi gathers tears on the pad of his thumb, swiping them along Hawks' jutted lower lip to wet the flesh. Hawks flicks his eyes open again, barely a sliver, just enough for Dabi to catch a glimpse of glossy gold shining through wet, clinging lashes. Tears sprout in fat beads in the corners of his eyes. Dabi presses his thumb to the seam of his mouth.
A fragmented moan escapes Hawks' lips as he parts them, takes Dabi's thumb with a kiss and a lick. Dabi shifts closer on the couch, heart thumping fast against his ribcage. Another heavy blink sends a fresh roll of tears down Hawks' cheeks and he still doesn't know what the hell that damn cowboy movie did to make the bird cry like this, but he owes the director a thank you card. His thumb is tucked in Hawks' mouth, being lapped lazily by a hot tongue. He wants to stuff him full.
Dabi swings his leg over Hawks, seating himself in the hero's lap. Maybe he'll feel how hard Dabi is as he leans in closer. Hawks lets out a squeak of surprise and Dabi slips his thumb free. He toys at Hawks' lip, teasing at the plump pink as Hawks' cheeks tint to match, and dips his head down to capture them in a kiss. Hawks feeds another moan directly into Dabi's mouth, then gasps as Dabi sinks his teeth into that pouty lip. He pulls back but doesn't retreat; his attention shifts to those rosy cheeks and swollen eyes. A swipe of his tongue over salty wet skin has Hawks jolting, laughing. A hand finds his again and Hawks squeezes Dabi's wrist, presses the heat of his palm to his other cheek.
"You're an ass," and the words are impossibly fond.
Dabi nips at the swell of Hawks' cheek. "Nah, I'm cultured, remember?" He licks another stripe up his cheek, catching the errant tear trails on his tongue, and Hawks squirms beneath him. The grip on Dabi's wrist loosens for a fleeting moment, then tightens tenfold and drags him back to that desperate mouth. Always far from hesitant, Hawks meets his fingers with parted lips. His clever tongue teases along Dabi's middle finger and swipes languidly up the length of it. Dabi groans against Hawks' cheek, breath puffing hot over the hero's tear-stained skin. Talons prick against the skin of Dabi's wrist, and though the sensation is dulled by the thick scarring, the physical reminder of his bird's desperation almost brings a smile to his lips.
"Mmph," comes a choked moan from the hollow of Hawks' throat. His eyes have slid shut and he sucks gently at Dabi's fingers in his mouth, clinging to Dabi's wrist like he'll take it away. Another shudder ripples through him and Hawks whimpers. Dabi trails his tongue higher, tracing along one tear stain to the pointed marking at the edge of Hawks' eye.
"That's it, birdie," he mutters, lips catching the flutter of Hawks' eyelashes. Salt is heady on his own tongue as he presses his fingers down upon the back of Hawks', feeling the tremorous convulsions of his throat. He's so close the bulge of his cock rests heavy against Hawks' stomach, and he rolls his hips forward just to feel the vibration of Hawks' little moan. "Wanna make you cry more."
Hawks makes his exasperation known through aggressive huff of air through his nose. Dabi chuckles. He slides his fingers free from the warmth of Hawks' mouth with some regret, echoed in the keening chirp the bird makes. His eyes flit open, plaintive as he gazes up into Dabi's only inches away. A strand of saliva strings between Dabi's slick fingertips and Hawks' lips, glistening for a moment before it's swiped away with a flick of his tongue. Dabi dives down and licks over Hawk's needy mouth.
"You really wanna watch this movie? I can think of something more fun."
"Mm, tempting," Hawks purrs, eyes glinting mirthfully. Dabi smirks, until a hand presses flat to his chest. "Scooch. You're blocking the TV."
"What?" Dabi flumps to the side as Hawks pushes him off with sudden force. His cheeks shine with Dabi's spit and his lips are swollen, but he settles himself back down and lays his hands primly in his lap. Dabi fumbles for a moment before he gathers his wits and legs and sits up straight. He's still achingly hard in his pants. On the screen, two men in cowboy hats share a passionate kiss. "Fucking tease. What the hell," he gripes. Hawks shoots him a glower.
"Hush. You can wait."
"No, I can't." He springs to his feet and scoops Hawks up. Wings splay out in alarm but do nothing more than flap harmlessly against his face and arms as Dabi carries him away
"Dabs! My movie!" Hawks wails. "At least let me pause it."
"Aw, are you gonna cry about it?"
Hawks lets out a loud groan and drops his forehead to Dabi's shoulder. Dabi smiles to himself. Fuck cowboys, he's gonna fuck his bird.