[A retort is right on his tongue, but the hero stops himself. There's a time and place to pull Dabi's strings. Hawks down on his knees, cock in hand, is not one of them. He's rather positive if anyone is the puppeteer here right now, it was Dabi. Only for now.
Face to face with this side of the criminal, Hawks' wonders back to if Dabi was or wasn't a virgin. There's no squirming or fretting as with most virgins. Hawks is sooner to believe their earlier conversation stems over the fact that Dabi preferred to keep personal intel to himself, even something as small as his sexual history. Then again, who would eagerly share their past exploits to a complete stranger?
He tried not to earlier, but coming to stare at the length of Dabi's dick, Hawks worries his bottom lip with a sharp canine. How was that going to fit down his throat? How was it going to fit inside? He dispels the apprehension as quick as it comes, mouth quirking into a smug smile. He'll manage. He always does.]
Baggy pants, huh? Sure didn't feel baggy.
[Hawks says lightly, a glint of amusement within his eyes as he's being pulled forward. The tip of Dabi's cock grazes his lips, yet the hero doesn't open his mouth. It's been so long that he can't decide if the heat here is natural or hotter than normal. Dabi was practically a walking furnace.
With those final set of words, Hawks' parts his lips finally, mouth open wide. He braces gloved hands on Dabi's hips for stability and leverage. As only the head comes to rub over his tongue, Hawks starts to recall how long it's been since he was last on his knees and using his mouth to pleasure another man. It's precarious to leave Dabi in charge of this, yet Hawks goes along with it. Hidden in his gloves, he can grow out his nails into talons or, for the more dire of situations, the sharp canines could also be used to his advantage. Hawks would prefer not to be placed in that position, however. He is trying to get closer to Dabi and the League of Villains.
Hawks doesn't outwardly give a reaction to the taste of Dabi on his tongue. It's not too thick to stretch him impossibly wide, so Hawks can move both lips and tongue in a languid pace. On the safe side, his jaw and throat are relaxed, should the villain decide to use his mouth in his own way.]
[ everything about dabi is wanting to keep personal intel to himself, no matter what the information might be. his sexual experiences do tend to be on the touchy side though, but at this point it's pretty whatever. he does what he needs to do and that's about it. he's far from being a virgin, though.
it's kind of amusing how worried hawks suddenly looks, and dabi wonders if he's going to chicken out. but how can he? he has a feeling hawks wouldn't risk it no matter how nervous he is. it's almost funny the way hawks tries to shift back to smugness, but dabi notices a twitch in hawks' wings that he makes note of. those feathers are so good at giving him away. ]
Guess they ain't so baggy with what I'm packin.
[that's really all he's going to say about that. it's all he even can say when hawks' lips are finally brushing against his cock. it's been a long time for him too. so long that he's almost forgotten what it feels like, and he doesn't think he's ever had as cool lips as hawks's lips brushing against his heat.
he lets out a soft grunt when hawks finally does get to it and he doesn't have to push just yet. he wants to see just how hawks gets on with this all on his own at first. it's a little too slow for his liking, but he lets it happen, eyes going dark as he watches those lips surround his cock and start swallowing him down.]
[At the rate they're going, it was going to take more than the occasional meetup to gain entry of Dabi's personal life. It's a challenge, that's for certain. A precarious one.
Hawks almost believes Dabi can't pick up on his distress. This wasn't one of those times he desired to stroke the criminal's ego. Yet, his own disloyal wings are sensitive enough to give off his apprehension. It'd be in his best effort to strip the feathers to the ground. However, Hawks doesn't prefer to live that dangerously, nor does he desire for Dabi to see him in such a weak state.
Let the criminal have his ego petted. Hawks could live with that far easier.
A hum of a moan purrs in the back of Hawks' throat when he catches Dabi's light grunt. With no pushing or pulling, Hawks takes his time here. He takes in more of the hot and pulsing shaft, gripping the base with one hand. As the tip of the villain's dick reaches the back of his throat, Hawks pulls back halfway, then bobs his head. The movement is still slow, but it gives the hero the patience and time needed to accommodate Dabi's size.
At every other dip back, Hawks almost drags his mouth completely off in order to lick over the sheer length of the villain's cock. He plays with the head using his tongue, licking over the slit, gathering precum and swallowing it back.]
[ dabi doesn't expect them to get together enough for that to even be a problem. a few late night meetings in dingy alleyways arent' going to give hawks much of anything. dabi is pretty damn sure of that.
it's kind of a wonder they're even here like this right now. dabi never would have thought it would come to this. it's not like he's someone people are dying to get with. maybe dying because of, but that's the thing. he's already too dangerous for most, and he knows he's not exactly a looker. even now he gets it. he knows what this is about.
right now, it's reveling in his he's got the number two hero down on his knees- whether the hero wants to join their side or not, it really is something. a fuck you to all the rest of them- maybe even his father, but he doesn't let his brain go there. not when he has a beautiful set of lips stretching around his thick cock, trying to take in as much of him as possible.
it leaves dabi transfixed for a moment, just watching as hawks works. he has to bite back a moan when the tip of his cock hits the back of the hero's throat, and he wonders what would happen if he just kept pushing further. maybe soon enough he'll find out.
hawks is talented, that's for damn sure. he sets dabi's working nerves on fire, a different kind of heat moving through him than he's used to and that has nothing to do with his quirk. it's one he hasn't felt in a long time. it's an uneasy feeling for dabi to feel this good, and it sets him on edge once he's able to collect himself again. it's too good.
his fingers tighten in hawks' hair because of it, and he narrows his eyes a bit, rocking his hips forward to get his length back in hawks' mouth. ]
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Date: 2021-04-13 06:45 pm (UTC)Face to face with this side of the criminal, Hawks' wonders back to if Dabi was or wasn't a virgin. There's no squirming or fretting as with most virgins. Hawks is sooner to believe their earlier conversation stems over the fact that Dabi preferred to keep personal intel to himself, even something as small as his sexual history. Then again, who would eagerly share their past exploits to a complete stranger?
He tried not to earlier, but coming to stare at the length of Dabi's dick, Hawks worries his bottom lip with a sharp canine. How was that going to fit down his throat? How was it going to fit inside? He dispels the apprehension as quick as it comes, mouth quirking into a smug smile. He'll manage. He always does.]
Baggy pants, huh? Sure didn't feel baggy.
[Hawks says lightly, a glint of amusement within his eyes as he's being pulled forward. The tip of Dabi's cock grazes his lips, yet the hero doesn't open his mouth. It's been so long that he can't decide if the heat here is natural or hotter than normal. Dabi was practically a walking furnace.
With those final set of words, Hawks' parts his lips finally, mouth open wide. He braces gloved hands on Dabi's hips for stability and leverage. As only the head comes to rub over his tongue, Hawks starts to recall how long it's been since he was last on his knees and using his mouth to pleasure another man. It's precarious to leave Dabi in charge of this, yet Hawks goes along with it. Hidden in his gloves, he can grow out his nails into talons or, for the more dire of situations, the sharp canines could also be used to his advantage. Hawks would prefer not to be placed in that position, however. He is trying to get closer to Dabi and the League of Villains.
Hawks doesn't outwardly give a reaction to the taste of Dabi on his tongue. It's not too thick to stretch him impossibly wide, so Hawks can move both lips and tongue in a languid pace. On the safe side, his jaw and throat are relaxed, should the villain decide to use his mouth in his own way.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 08:00 pm (UTC)it's kind of amusing how worried hawks suddenly looks, and dabi wonders if he's going to chicken out. but how can he? he has a feeling hawks wouldn't risk it no matter how nervous he is. it's almost funny the way hawks tries to shift back to smugness, but dabi notices a twitch in hawks' wings that he makes note of. those feathers are so good at giving him away. ]
Guess they ain't so baggy with what I'm packin.
[that's really all he's going to say about that. it's all he even can say when hawks' lips are finally brushing against his cock. it's been a long time for him too. so long that he's almost forgotten what it feels like, and he doesn't think he's ever had as cool lips as hawks's lips brushing against his heat.
he lets out a soft grunt when hawks finally does get to it and he doesn't have to push just yet. he wants to see just how hawks gets on with this all on his own at first. it's a little too slow for his liking, but he lets it happen, eyes going dark as he watches those lips surround his cock and start swallowing him down.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 08:57 pm (UTC)Hawks almost believes Dabi can't pick up on his distress. This wasn't one of those times he desired to stroke the criminal's ego. Yet, his own disloyal wings are sensitive enough to give off his apprehension. It'd be in his best effort to strip the feathers to the ground. However, Hawks doesn't prefer to live that dangerously, nor does he desire for Dabi to see him in such a weak state.
Let the criminal have his ego petted. Hawks could live with that far easier.
A hum of a moan purrs in the back of Hawks' throat when he catches Dabi's light grunt. With no pushing or pulling, Hawks takes his time here. He takes in more of the hot and pulsing shaft, gripping the base with one hand. As the tip of the villain's dick reaches the back of his throat, Hawks pulls back halfway, then bobs his head. The movement is still slow, but it gives the hero the patience and time needed to accommodate Dabi's size.
At every other dip back, Hawks almost drags his mouth completely off in order to lick over the sheer length of the villain's cock. He plays with the head using his tongue, licking over the slit, gathering precum and swallowing it back.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 09:30 pm (UTC)it's kind of a wonder they're even here like this right now. dabi never would have thought it would come to this. it's not like he's someone people are dying to get with. maybe dying because of, but that's the thing. he's already too dangerous for most, and he knows he's not exactly a looker. even now he gets it. he knows what this is about.
right now, it's reveling in his he's got the number two hero down on his knees- whether the hero wants to join their side or not, it really is something. a fuck you to all the rest of them- maybe even his father, but he doesn't let his brain go there. not when he has a beautiful set of lips stretching around his thick cock, trying to take in as much of him as possible.
it leaves dabi transfixed for a moment, just watching as hawks works. he has to bite back a moan when the tip of his cock hits the back of the hero's throat, and he wonders what would happen if he just kept pushing further. maybe soon enough he'll find out.
hawks is talented, that's for damn sure. he sets dabi's working nerves on fire, a different kind of heat moving through him than he's used to and that has nothing to do with his quirk. it's one he hasn't felt in a long time. it's an uneasy feeling for dabi to feel this good, and it sets him on edge once he's able to collect himself again. it's too good.
his fingers tighten in hawks' hair because of it, and he narrows his eyes a bit, rocking his hips forward to get his length back in hawks' mouth. ]
Suck it, hero. I ain't here to play around.