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“Run.”
Dabi bolted before the command reached his ears. He hasn’t exactly known what he’d agreed to, but now that he was here, feet pounding the earth, heart racing, lungs burning (he should really quit smoking), a mixture of excitement and fear swirling in his chest…yeah, he still didn’t know. Primal play wasn’t a topic he’d familiarized himself with, but seeing how small and shy Hawks had been when he’d brought it up to the villain, Dabi agreed without further questions. Seeing those obnoxious red wings fluttering excitedly had done things to his heart.
But now said heart was working overtime pumping against his ribs as Dabi sprinted through the darkness crawling over the environment. The distant beat of wings caught his ears and that tinge of fear sparked, igniting in his chest as it grew undoubtedly closer by the second.
He knew the plan was to be caught, but he hadn’t thought he’d feel genuinely terrified at the thought, and knowing he was doomed and could do nothing about it. And for some reason that made him all the more horny. Adrenaline and lust began clouding his brain like a warm fog, heat seeping through his skin and penetrating deep as if coming from his quirk itself. He was burning with no fire in sight, heat settling in his bones that could only be relieved by the very man causing it.
On cue, the hairs on his nape bristled as the booming snaps of wings became near deafening, and his pulse jumped in response. Shit. Shit, he could practically feel Hawks’ breath on his neck and damn if that didn’t pour gasoline on the fires of his lust, the hottest parts dipping into white-hot fear.
As if gifted with a sixth sense of impending ruin, Dabi ducked, jerking to the side and narrowly missed being nabbed by taloned hands. The annoyed growl that followed sent shivers skirting down Dabi’s spine, thrilling and terrifying. He’d only just slipped away by mere inches, but the blond was quick to correct his course, one arm snaking around his waist and another over his neck, legs being kicked out beneath him before they tumbled to the ground, a great wing cocooning their fall and taking the brunt of the damage. A subtle reminder that Dabi wasn’t in any true danger despite the fear running through his veins. Talons pressed into the skin of his waist as Hawks pawed at him, nails tearing the fabric and nicking his skin, the birdman continuing to grope at his hips and lower back after ripping several gashes in the back of his shirt and pants.
No wonder Hawks had told him not to wear something he’d miss.
“Heavy fucker,” Dabi grunted, fingers wrapping around the forearm pressed beneath his chin, writhing beneath the weight of the winged man as they continued to struggle against each other, Dabi fighting every move of Hawks with an elbow to the ribs or thrash of his body. All the movement made Dabi very aware of the arousal—from both men. His cock might’ve been hard and aching, though with his ruined pants it was no longer trapped against his body, but Hawks was arguably even more hard somehow, feeling like a literal metal rod rubbing against him.
A sharp pain bloomed on the junction of his neck and shoulder, a surprised cry erupting from his throat. Hawks’ bite lasted just long enough to be genuinely painful, hot tongue snaking over the surely bruising area in apology despite the angry rumbling in his chest. They wrestled some more until the blond had straddled the backs of Dabi’s thighs, shredding his clothes further into pathetic tatters as he worked the remnants of his pants down, shirt up. A chilling breeze brushed his bare backside with the sound of rustling feathers, strong wings having given a beat before they spread wide, shadowing both men. Both Hawks’ hands grabbed at the scratched mounds of his ass as he draped over Dabi’s back.
“Submit,” Hawks growled directly in a scarred ear, a low chilling sound that was both frightening and so fucking hot that Dabi squirmed even more, unintentionally grinding back on the blond’s hard cock.
An aborted shout caught in Dabi’s throat as a taloned hand engulfed his nape, shoving his face into the dirt. Hawks had taken it upon himself to shove two neatly trimmed fingers in his thankfully prepped ass, managing to perfectly nail his prostate first try. His knees jerked apart on instinct as much as they could with strong legs atop his own, hips raising, the reaction earning a pleased grumble from Hawks, rolling his fingers to press and massage his insides just the way he liked it.
Despite one hand working magic and sending pleasure coursing through his body, the other roughly slid into his hair from his nape, gripping black locks like they’d wronged him, scalp beginning to sting as the roots were yanked, dirt biting into his cheek. The tingling pain mixed with pleasure was doing interesting things to Dabi, and the hero knew it too, a dark chuckle filling the air.
“You like that?” Hawks asked even though he knew the answer, voice dripping sin. Though Dabi didn’t respond verbally, Hawks hissed in a breath, releasing on a moan. “Squeeze my fingers again, baby.”
Dabi hadn’t registered it, but his rim was most definitely pulsing around the digits forcing pleasure to bloom in his groin, matching rhythmically with the pace Hawks had set. Unable to refuse, Dabi’s body granted Hawks’ request without his input, a wave of euphoria swarming down his spine at the approving hum from the blond. The digits disappeared but were just as quickly replaced with the blunt head of Hawks’ dick prodding his hole, barely slipping past his rim and popping out again repeatedly.
Hands suddenly gripped his hips, drawing them up the same time Hawks plunged in balls deep. Dabi’s hands scrambled for purchase in the dirt, finding none as his palms flattened on the earth, fingers digging into the ground. Familiar pain tickled his scalp as his head was jerked back again, forcing his eyes to the darkening sky. Hawks’ wings were spread so wide he could see them arching in his peripherals, nearly black in the fading light. The villain was given no time to think as Hawks drew his hips back, driving in again and again hard enough for their meeting skin to echo embarrassingly loud.
At some point Dabi stopped seeing the night sky, eyes rolled back as pure rapture heightened in his core. Pain quickly ebbed the pleasure boiling inside him as he was jerked even further back, hands no longer able to reach the ground and he nearly lost his balance as he searched for a new anchor. Eventually, his hands found their way back to Hawks, clutching at his thick thighs as he was pounded within an inch of his life. The sounds emitting from the winged man for nothing short of feral, groans and grunts completely unrestrained, feathers rustling as his wings shivered and adjusted to balance the two of them, growls and pants and maybe even a snarl that Dabi could barely hear over the roar in his ears.
The cool night air was beginning to feel like a gentle caress compared to the brutality his ass was being dealt, a welcomed blanket of relief as he slowly lost his grasp on his quirk, temperature steadily rising. The heat must’ve been becoming nearly unbearable for Hawks as he released Dabi’s hair, the villain falling forward without the support, not helped by the firm palm pressing briefly between his shoulder blades, forcing his chest flat to the ground, hips canted almost painfully. Despite the discomfort, the ecstasy coursing through him was well worth it. Dabi managed to snake a hand down to his groin, finding his taint and balls soaked with lubricant that had been fucked out of him. His ass was spread so wide he might’ve been worried if he’d had the mind to, but of course he didn’t. Especially not when he gripped his own cock, using the mess between his thighs to smoothen the strokes as he jerked himself off.
Though he couldn’t see Hawks, not from this position and likely not in the deepening darkness, Dabi could imagine it all the same: the winged man falling into his animalistic side shamelessly, teeth bared and glinting as they caught fractured moonlight, hair wild and eyes even more so as he made the villain’s ass belong to him, marking his body as his in the process. It countered Dabi’s mild discomfort, more precum lathering his hand to show for it.
Hawks’ hands danced over the villain’s scarred back, apparently unable to withstand his record high body temperature for more than a few seconds, opting to grope and claw at him everywhere in small bursts, even dipping down to litter his shoulders and neck with various bites. His touch seemed to be everywhere at once and Dabi’s brain couldn’t handle it, synapses firing and sending pleasure to every nerve available, working double overtime.
Dabi could smell burning—sure enough, as he cracked his eyes open, the grass and dirt beneath his free palm were being charred with licks of blue flames. He couldn’t rein it in if he wanted to, thoughts devolving to buzzing background noise as tension grew in his center, teetering closer and closer to the edge.
Hawks hissed as he leaned over Dabi again, skin feeling cool against him, driving in even deeper and grinding in his guts, incessant pressure rubbing his prostate just so.
“Cum, mate.”
“What the fu—”
Hawks had never called him that before, yet Dabi’s poor body was responding like he was dying of thirst and he’d just been provided with glorious water. Apparently, his dick was taking the command seriously, pumping cum so violently it splattered his abdomen as his cock kicked in his grasp and soiled the dirt below him, violent pleasure thrumming through his veins.
The villain was still on cloud nine when talon dug into his thighs as Hawks gripped him hard, forcing him to meet his thrusts that were becoming erratic and wild, emphasized by unrestrained moans. Some of the sounds might’ve been coming from Dabi but he genuinely couldn’t tell, brain blanking at the overstimulation bordering on painful. He’d become more or less a limp doll for Hawks to use to completion, more milky liquid being forced from his spent cock as Hawks buried himself one final time, cumming so hard Dabi could feel every twitch inside himself.
Dabi’s mind was pleasantly swimming, body humming in delight despite the distant ache of oncoming soreness. He found himself quite literally floating, being carried in the soft hold of Hawks’ feathers.
“Lazy bastard,” he grumbled half-heartedly, not acknowledging how he nuzzled against the plumes pillowing his head.
“I’d carry you myself but you’re so fucking hot,” Hawks defended himself with a vague gesture at his hands and chest, skin a bright angry shade of red where he’d been touching Dabi.
“I know.”
The blond deadpanned, eyeing Dabi like he was the most infuriating being on the planet. “Oh, shut up and let me take care of you.”
Dabi grumbled one more, only this time with a small smile gracing his lips