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Dabi hasn't ever been this wet in his life. He doesn't think he has at least. Not that he can really think like this. His head feels a million miles away, floating above the clouds. Connected to his body by sensation alone. And Hawks is taking full advantage of that fact.
Feathers caress his body. Dabi's almost certain caress isn't the right word, but his mind is spinning, drowning beneath the sea that is Hawks. Dabi hasn't ever been this deep before. His back arches as Hawks twists his fingers, letting out a moan that he can't even hear. He can only feel the way it vibrates his throat.
This wasn't supposed to go this far. Dabi wasn't supposed to trust this much. Not like he can change it now. Not that he really wants to. Hawks shouldn't be the one he trusts. Shouldn't be the one he bares his body to. But he is.
Maybe he's not a liar.
Maybe it's true.
Maybe he is trying to change.
Dabi moans again, winding his fingers around the chain keeping his wrists to the headboard. He's not in control. He doesn't get to touch Hawks freely. He whines as Hawks presses a fourth finger against his rim. It feels like too much. He already feels like he can't breathe.
He can't hear his protests if he even has any. He's long stopped paying attention to what's been coming out of his mouth. Hawks wouldn't stop anyways. Dabi wouldn't actually want him to.
The fingers in his ass flex, spreading out so Hawks can squeeze more lube over Dabi. Dabi's cunt clenches on nothing. He's overstimulated, yet hasn't actually gotten what he wants. Hawks has only teased the idea of an orgasm in front of him. Just barely teased feathers over his cunt. Just barely presses his fingers to him to collect the wetness that's dripping from him. Dabi's clit throbs, but Hawks refuses to touch it.
Instead he twists his fingers inside Dabi's ass, spreading lube and stretching him out. Dabi's convinced it won't fit. Hawks is clearly sure it will. He'll stop if Dabi actually wants him to.
He doesn't.
So Hawks doesn't stop. He keeps his fingers moving, pressing them against Dabi's walls. Letting Dabi suck him in like he wants more because he does. But Hawks isn't giving him what he wants. Not yet.
Hawks other hand strokes up and down Dabi's thigh from where it's propped on his shoulder. Dabi is blind, deaf, and exposed in front of a man who should, by all laws and morals, be his mortal enemy. He isn't though.
Or maybe he is, and Hawks is just a really good actor.
That's too much for Dabi's overstimulated mind though. He just wants to forget. Maybe if he forgets he can pretend this thing between them is real. That it's not just some elaborate performance.
Hawks presses his thumb against Dabi's hole and his thoughts slip away like water down a drain. Dabi whines, both his holes clenching. Calloused fingers stroke over the seam in Dabi's thigh, and a kiss is pressed to his ankle. Words are said, Dabi can feel his lips moving against his skin, but he can't decipher them. He feels lost without two of his senses. Even if they weren't great to begin with. But the darkness is almost comforting. The silence less so. But knowing that Hawks is there. That he's the one manipulating Dabi's body like he wants to.
It's comforting enough.
Grounding him to his body.
He tries to relax as Hawks traces his thumb over his stretched rim. He whines as he pulls his fingers back just enough to press his thumb into Dabi alongside them. Dabi feels like he can't breathe. He can feel his chest rising and falling, but he can't hear the sounds he's making. Only the blood rushing in his ears.
Hawks' fingers form a cone and Dabi's hands tighten on the chain. He holds onto it tightly, the metal biting into his palms, the same temperature as his body because he's been clinging to it for so long. He can feel his slick as it drools over Hawks' hand, adding to the mess as he pushes. Trying to press his entire hand inside of Dabi. That calloused hand slides up his thigh to grip his hip with sticky fingers, pulling Dabi's body forward more. Dabi gasps and babbles as he feels the widest part of Hawks' hand press against his rim. Seeking entrance. He doesn't think it'll fit.
He hopes it will.
Hawks continues to say words into Dabi's skin, the whisper of his lips against his body has him trying to squirm. Hawks holds him still as he twists his wrist. Dabi doesn't know what sound comes out of him as he feels himself stretch around Hawks hand. It feels white hot as the pleasure shoots through his veins. He clenches hard around Hawks' wrist, feeling every last inch of those fingers inside of him.
His mind feels so far away now. He's so so full. But so so empty. His pleas fall on his own deaf ears, and he's not even sure what he's asking for anymore. He feels like he's been dunked underwater, and Hawks is the one trying to drag him to the surface. Or maybe he's trying to drag him deeper. Dabi isn't sure anymore.
He isn't sure if Hawks even knows which way he's pulling them.
That doesn't matter though, because Hawks is curling his fingers and Dabi's thoughts once again flee. He wants to cum. Hawks has control over whether he cums or not. And Dabi's almost certain he's only watching how Dabi's hole swallows his hand. How Dabi will take everything Hawks gives him and always want more.
Dabi wants it to be real.
He's not sure about Hawks though.
He might never be.
He can still wish it is.
Hawks slides his hand over Dabi's hip, dipping it down towards his cunt, nails scratching over the coarse white hair. Dabi gasps, his breath hitching as Hawks spreads his fingers inside him. He doesn't know what to focus on. His skin is buzzing as feathers sweep over him, small sensations against his skin that make his nerves tingle in a way he's never felt before.
Dabi moans as he tries to move his hips. Get Hawks to move lower. To finally touch his neglected cunt. All he's been doing is leaking all over the bed. His thighs are sticky with lube and slick and he still wants more. He needs more.
He doesn't know if his mouth can communicate that properly. It might just all be babbled nonsense. Dabi arches with a wail as Hawks slowly pulls his fist out. His rim stretches from the inside and Hawks just barely teases the widest part of his hand there before punching all the breath from Dabi's lungs. Dabi shouts something and Hawks pauses, tapping twice on Dabi's skin.
Dabi whines, shaking his head and grinding his hips down. Trying to get more. Hawks taps again and Dabi whines, his fingers tightening against the chain before he rattles it.
He doesn't want to stop.
He wants that simmering feeling in his gut to come to a boil. He wants Hawks to make him cum. He wants Hawks to prove this was worth it.
Prove that it's not a lie.
Hawks' hand drags lower, nails leaving that little bite of pain that Dabi loves, even if he'll never say it. He's sure Hawks knows because he clenches around him.
Those rough fingers finally land on his sensitive clit and Dabi inhales sharply as Hawks rolls it. He feels the rush of air as Hawks spreads those vermilion wings, a possessive display that has warmth not related to his building orgasm spreading through him. Maybe it is real. Or maybe it's just a figment of Dabi's fucked up imagination. He's not sure if he'll ever know.
He hopes he's content not knowing the answer.
Hawks pinches his swollen clit and Dabi doesn't know what sound leaves him, but it breaks off halfway through with a sob. He's feels the tears leak out from under the blindfold, the fabric no longer able to hold them behind it. A feather darts up to gently brush the blood away. Dabi shakes, grinding his hips against Hawks. Begging for more as he babbles words he can't hear.
Hawks gives a mean little tug to his clit before his hand moves down to scoop up the wetness that continues to drip from Dabi's cunt. It makes the next pass over his clit hurt less. Hawks lets Dabi's leg fall from his shoulder, feathers brushing against as it drops to the bed.
Hawks twists his his hand at the same time as he rolls his thumb over Dabi's clit. Dabi's almost certain he can see stars. Drool spills past his parted lips as he moans. He's completely at Hawks mercy.
He's sure he's begging for more. Or maybe less. He's not quite sure anymore. He makes a sound of protest when Hawks hand pulls away, into to choke when it comes back down right over his cunt. Just barely missing his clit.
This is how he's going to cum. With Hawks' fist stuffing his ass full and his pussy spanked raw.
There's nothing he can do to stop it.
He doesn't want to.
That doesn't mean he won't thrash and whine when Hawks strikes him again, this time, the tip of his finger brushing over Dabi's clit when he pulls away. He's just teasing him. Hawks knows Dabi knows it.
Which is why the next strike lands right over his clit. Dabi lurches, letting out a sound that he thinks he can hear through the headset locking his hearing from the world. Hawks does it again. The pain is bright and hot, making him clench on Hawks' ever shifting fist. The sensation burns, but Hawks doesn't stop.
Dabi doesn't tell him to.
Not in the way that matters.
Hawks lands a few blows over his labia. Dabi's sure the sound is wet and filthy, drowned out by whether inhuman sounds are leaving his lips. He's long stopped trying to be quiet.
Hawks pinches Dabi's sore clit and Dabi can't do anything about it. He doesn't have anything inside his cunt. He feels so empty and so full. He wants this to end. He wants it to never stop.
He's so wet it's obscene.
Hawks continues to fist fuck him, quick little thrusts that have Dabi's breaths leaving in short gasps. The abuse of his cunt does nothing more than draw out gasps and thin whines. Dabi's sure he's going to cum. He needs it. He feels hot all over, he can feel slick drip down his ass and over Hawks' wrist. He can feel everything and nothing. His body feels like a live wire, crackling with energy.
It hurts. It hurts so fucking good and Dabi can't even protest as Hawks slaps him again and again. Dabi loses count of how many times Hawks' hand comes down on his pussy. He loses track of how many times that raw, biting pain shoots through him when Hawks hits his clit. Loses track of everything else as his mind only focuses on the beautiful agony Hawks gives him. It almost feels like a gift.
Hawks shoves his fist deep, laying down a final blow that has Dabi's back arching off the bed with a scream as he cums. Hawks' fist feels so much bigger as he clenches around it, his body twitching as he's set ablaze by his own pleasure. It feels like it goes on for hours, Hawks switching to rubbing his fingers over the hot red flesh of Dabi's cunt, drawing it out until Dabi can do nothing but sob and squirm, unsure if he wants to get away or get more. Every sensation is hightened.
When the pleasure finally fades away, leaving Dabi feeling light and floaty, Hawks slowly pulls his fist from the vice grip of Dabi's ass. Dabi whines as he's left feeling emptier than when they started. He feels excess lube drip out and roll down to join the mess in the sheets. He's shaking. He feels almost high, like he's floating in an ocean.
Gentle, calloused fingers pulled the blindfold away, tacky with Dabi's blood. Dabi blinks hazy eyes at Hawks, taking in the slight smirk on his face. The glint of amusement in golden eyes. The satisfaction. Dabi whines as Hawks leans down to kiss him. It feels like it should be something more. It's not the biting pain that their kisses usually have. It makes that warm, bubbly feeling fill Dabi's chest.
Hawks' mouth moves, saying something. Dabi just whines again.
When the headset comes off, Dabi winces at how loud his breathing is.
"Hawks," he croaks, barely able to wince at how ruined his voice sounds.
His wrists ache from tugging at the cuffs. His ass aches from being stretched open. His cunt aches, raw and puffy from Hawks slapping him. He feels better than he thinks he ever has.
"Hey pretty boy," he says it like he means it.
Dabi still isn't sure he believes it.
He wants to believe it.
The cuffs come away next, and Hawks doesn't even bother trying to get Dabi towards the shower. Hawks lets Dabi pull him closer. Lets Dabi tuck himself against him, both their skin slick with sweat.
Hawks lets Dabi move him like he moved Dabi. Dabi doesn't know why. Hawks wraps a wing over them, gentle like he cares.
Like he can read Dabi's mind.
"Wore you out hmmm?" Hawks says, his tone somewhere between smug and fond.
Dabi can't supply an answer, so he presses three fingers against Hawks' bare chest, not meeting his eyes. Hawks stiffens for a second, but smiles and presses a kiss to Dabi's forehead. Soft and tender.
Dabi's so screwed.
He closes his eyes, letting Hawks position himself so he's properly holding Dabi. Dabi knows he can't ignore the feeling in his chest forever. Doesn't mean he won't try. The words he can't ever say. The words that could make this real. God he wants it to be real.
Because Dabi thinks he might love Hawks. And he can only wish that Hawks loves him back.