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It had taken weeks to convince Hawks to even entertain the idea, and another two for him to finally agree to it. His excuse was that the whole thing wasn't very "heroic." If he were saving Dabi from the situation, that would be different. But there was no way Dabi was going to let the bird have his merry way again. He likes it hard and rough, and all they've done together has been soft and sweet.
It's about time they turn the tables. He just didn't expect Hawks to actually get into it.
The hero had seemed hesitant at first. He'd bound Dabi's hands like the villain had asked, taking care to be extra gentle pulling the restraint tight around his scarred wrists. When Dabi handed Hawks the cockring, the bird's face scrunched up with confusion.
He held the toy out at arm's length, "You wanna use this?"
"Yeah," Dabi answered, "you're supposed to edge me. Or did your bird brain already forget the scene?"
"No. I just don't want you to bite off more than you can chew."
The answer was a little odd, but Dabi quickly replied, "Please. I can handle whatever you've got."
Hawks shrugged, straightening up, wings folding against his back. "Don't be afraid to use the safeword if it gets to be too much."
Dabi rolled his eyes. "Sure. Whatever. Just start for fuck's s-"
The outburst was cut off by a feather wrapping around Dabi's jaw, covering his mouth as Hawks tutted his tongue. "Language."
The hero stepped forward, bringing a hand to cup the uneven surface of his lover's jaw. He raised Dabi's head, golden eyes glinting dangerously.
"I like my playthings to be silent unless told otherwise."
A gargled curse was shouted into the feather as Hawks lifted Dabi up roughly. Taloned fingers wrapped around the arsonist's neck, squeezing enough to be a warning.
Hawks' voice was low, dangerous as he asked, "Do you understand?"
Dabi nodded and Hawks let him drop back down to the ground to catch his breath. His head was reeling. Hawks had done a 180, and having him like this, being at the mercy of the hero, was fucking hot.
The cockring appeared in front of Dabi's face, followed by Hawks musing, "Did you pick this out to try and last longer? You're already pathetically hard and I haven't even started."
Hawks was right. Dabi's cock was leaking between his legs, rigid and sensitive. He keened into the touch of Hawks' hand, letting out a small moan which was muffled into the feather still over his mouth.
One thing Dabi loved about Hawks was that he was cool. Not cool in the sense of swagger or fashion, hell the guy probably had the worst fashion sense Dabi had ever seen. No, the hero was cool to the touch. It had surprised Dabi the first time he'd felt Hawks hand against his skin. The hero had explained something about how his body regulated heat, but it went in one ear and out the other. Didn't matter how or why, Dabi was obsessed.
Dabi's body was built for the cold. It was the reason his quirk was slowly destroying him from the inside out. He was constantly uncomfortable as his body tried futilely to regulate itself. Most of the time he felt like he was going through fucking menopause with hot flashes and exhaustion from just trying to keep his temperature close to normal. The chill of Hawks' skin was a lifesaver, and Dabi had been chasing the feeling of it against his own from the first time they'd fucked sloppily in a back alley after a meeting.
It was the best sex Dabi had ever had. Up till that point anyway. He was hoping today might surpass it, and so far so good.
Hawks stroked Dabi's cock expertly, letting the length of it rest in his palm, the leaking head against his wrist. They'd fucked enough by now to know exactly what the other liked. Hawks moved his hand down to cup Dabi's balls, squeezing them lightly to watch the villain's back bow from the stimulation.
Hawks ran his free hand over the jumping abdominals under the marred skin of Dabi's abdomen, "It's laughable how easily I can have you like this. Maybe I should make you beg for me to touch you? That might be fun."
Dabi's cock twitched in interest and Hawks grinned. He sat back on his heels, resting Dabi's legs over his own while the villain lay on his back. Dabi made a noise of disappointment when Hawks took his hand away from his cock, which was started to throb in time with his pulse.
The hero's wings draped gracefully behind him as he spoke, "You'll need to calm down a bit for me to use this."
Hawks held up the cock ring, flipping it over in his fingers. He set it atop one of Dabi's knees, letting the metal rest cool against the skin. Dabi's hands flexed from where they were bound under him. For a man who claimed to be too fast, Hawks could be surprisingly patient at times, a skill Dabi had never mastered.
Waiting for his erection to flag enough for the cockring was a special kind of torture. It didn’t help that the molten gold of Hawks' eyes were watching him intently. That gaze was a turn on, and Hawks knew it. He was focused on Dabi, like a raptor with its prey in its sights.
It took thinking about Shigaraki's cock to make Dabi's go down. He'd accidentally walked in on their leader jerking off once. That thing was just as crusty as the rest of the man and the thought of it worked wonders for killing an erection.
Hawks smiled when Dabi's cock returned to half hardness, falling against the staples on his thigh. The hero carefully slipped the ring over the shiny piercing at the head of Dabi's cock, and over each rung of the Jacob's Ladder down his shaft. He slipped Dabi's balls through the loop one at a time, fitting the ring snug behind them. It was a strange feeling that made Dabi tense unintentionally, but then cool hands were smoothing over his thighs and a low voice whispered in his ear.
"It looks perfect on you, and you know how much I love sparkly things."
Dabi jerked as the soft barbules of a feather wrapped around his cock. He knew Hawks could feel through his feathers, but Dabi preferred Hawks hand. Though he didn't have much of a say in this situation, he tried to make it clear what he wanted when Hawks' nimble fingers started to fondle his balls.
A devilish smirk came to Hawks' lips. He cradled Dabi's balls in his palm, which was cool compared to Dabi's heated skin. Hawks squeezed and Dabi's eyes fluttered shut. He rolled his hips up, trying to get Hawks to touch him more, but the hero withdrew his hand.
"I should really leave you like this," Hawks commented.
Dabi made a noise of protest and Hawks continued, "I could leave a couple feathers. Keep you hard but never let you come."
The feather wrapped around Dabi's cock squeezed suddenly, sending a wave of pleasure through him. The ring was tight against his skin, keeping the blood from filling out his erection completely.
The feather over his mouth returned to Hawks' wings as the hero said, "Beg for me."
Dabi pressed his lips together tightly. He wasn’t one to give in easily. Hawks' eyes narrowed dangerously and the feather at Dabi's cock moved to his weeping glans. It wrapped around the head, squeezing intermediately for a bit before Hawks' hand finally wrapped around Dabi's shaft.
"Oh fuck," Dabi groaned.
Hawks stroked him a few times. The feather at the head of his cock gave him the sensation of being wrapped in a tight heat. Hawks' hand stimulated him even further, the cool skin sliding over each rung of the Jacob's Ladder. It felt amazing and soon Dabi's balls tightened as he braced for an orgasm.
Then it stopped. The feather lifted and Hawks' hand went still.
Dabi growled, "Come on! I was about to cum."
One bushy blonde eyebrow raised. "Oh you want to cum?"
"Yeah no shit, birdbrain."
Hawks tightened his grip, making Dabi curse as he spoke to him, "I said beg."
"Fuck you," Dabi retaliated through gritted teeth.
"You'd like that wouldn't you," Hawks quipped.
Dabi sneered at him. The expression quickly changed to one of pain. Hawks had begun his slow torture to Dabi's cock again. A finger slipped lower, brushing over Dabi’s perineum and making his cock jump. Precum dribbled from the glans, matting the barbs of Hawks’ feather. Heat coiled in Dabi’s gut, quickly reaching a boiling point, but then stopping again.
This time it wasn’t because of Hawks. It was the cockring keeping him from cumming.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Hawks’ finer ghosted over his hole and Dabi whined. He wanted to cum, but that meant begging, and Dabi’s pride was still too great for that.
He lasted until Hawks slipped a finger inside him. It was slick with lube that must have been ferried in by a feather. The finger circled lazily before entering in one push, pinning Dabi’s swollen prostate beneath it. Dabi’s cock was purpling, painfully denied of a release. One more insistent push of Hawks’ finger on that bundle of nerves had Dabi giving in.
“Please! Oh god,” he cried, steam rising from his skin, “Please let me cum!”
“That’s better,” Hawks crooned.
A feather unlatched the ring, replaced instantly by Hawks’ fingers, keeping the same maddening pressure.
Dabi writhed. “H-hawks! Please!”
A satisfied smirk came to Hawks’ lips and he released Dabi.
Dabi cummed with a sob, sticky white shooting over his own chest. Hawks milked him through it, rubbing furiously over his prostate until it was nothing but clear liquid seeping from the head of Dabi’s cock.
“Too much,” Dabi sobbed, arms flexing against the binds.
Hawks shushed him with a soft kiss. The finger inside of him pulled out, only to be replaced by the thick head of Hawk’s cock, which bullied its way inside Dabi.
The staples on Dabi’s face pulled tight as he shouted, “AH! Hawks!”
Hawks’ lips brushed over Dabi’s. “Shhhh. I’ve got you.”
The stretch from Hawks’ cock was just the right amount of painful. The hero had lubed himself up generously and even without proper prep, Dabi’s body remembered the shape of him well.
Hawks bottomed out with a low groan. A feather slipped behind Dabi, cutting the ties around his wrists so he could grip onto Hawks’ shoulders. Hawks knew him well. Having something to hold onto while getting fucked was Dabi’s preferred position. It helped him feel grounded.
Dabi’s nails dug into Hawks skin as he panted, “Fuck… fuck me, please!”
Hawks was more than happy to oblige, staring up a dizzying rhythm that soon had Dabi seeing stars. Each drive of Hawks’ hips had his cock pummeling against Dabi’s prostate, quickly drawing him closer to another high. Feathers darted out, wrapping around Dabi’s ankles and raising his legs for Hawks to get a better angle.
Hawks’ pace began to stutter, and he let out a breathy, “Dabi…”
That was all it took for Dabi to cum again, clenching around Hawks inside of him as his body shook through another mind blowing orgasm. He could feel Hawks’ talons dig into his thighs as the hero hit his high soon after, spilling his load into Dabi. Hawks’ wings shuddered, fanning out behind him in a display that always had Dabi in awe of their size and beauty.
Hawks pulled out of the villain, flopping to the side as they both caught their breath. Dabi spoke first.
“Holy fuck that was amazing.”
Hawks hummed in reply before holding up the cockring.
“Definitely saving this for next time. It’ll pair perfectly with the new vibrator I have on order.”
Dabi stiffened, his heartbeat speeding up again at the thought. Maybe the Number Two Hero was a little kinkier than he thought. But he wasn’t complaining.