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When the first rays of sunlight had crept their way through the small slit of the curtains, tickling the end of his feathers before they wandered further to his face and slowly awoke him from his slumber, Hawks wanted nothing more than to fall back into the soothing warmth of a sleeping mind. He wanted to tighten his hold on you, keep his nose nuzzled into the space between your neck and shoulders and stay like this forever. Hero commission and duty be damned.

A content sigh left his lips as he thought about it, the possibility to just stay home today...
But he knew he couldn't, he wouldn't do it. Hawks was far too duty driven. But when had one selfish, wish-filled thought ever hurt someone?

The harsh reality of early morning hero duty didn't keep him from dreaming. Dreaming about days he didn't have to wake up and leave for work. Days he could spend with you in his arms, pressed against him and mumbling softly. Days where his only worry would be how to keep you in bed all day.
A lazy smile pulled the corners of his lips up. Oh, he had a few ideas of how to persuade you to stay in bed with him, alright. Preferably with your legs tangled in his and his hands intertwined with yours. He was inclined to put his thoughts into action right this moment, but he knew he had to get up soon. He might Hawks, the man who is a bit too fast, but he always wanted to take his time with you. And he wouldn't start something he couldn't finish.

One glance over your shoulder at the clock showed him that soon had since long passed. With his mind still drowsy and now filled with lovely imagery of you wiggling beneath him however, he couldn't find the will to care, not when you were pressed so snuggly against his chest, your hands loosely gripping his while you clung onto the last traces of sleep. And even though his back and wings ached from lying on his side like this all night, he couldn't stand up. He couldn't will his body to move.
What he could will himself to do though, was to press soft kisses on the back of your neck. He might not start something now, but he could still tease you a bit before he had to leave the warmth of the bed with you in it behind.

It didn't take long for you to notice the tickling sensation. With a whine you tried to squirm away, but were held back by Hawks pulling you back into him, locking his arms tightly around you to keep you in place against him with your own arms now uselessly pinned to your sides. Right where you belonged.

"Keigo--" you complained softly, a laugh escaping your lips at the low growl he muttered against your skin in protest.

"Can you please let me go so I can get ready? It's late" you asked after eyeing the suspiciously quiet alarm clock -he had deactivated the alarm earlier- while your hands tried to pry open his grip on you.

"Hmm… no" he mumbled before continuing to speckle your skin with kisses.

Your body went rigged the second you felt the faintest touch of his teeth against the side of your neck. A yelp escaped your lips before you could help it. You pressed forward, trying to get away from the tickling torture of Hawks' mouth with laughter you could barely hold back. Your begging for him to stop was music to his ears and only spurred him on to continue, to your misfortune.
With a smirk on his lips and slightly annoyed with your squirming, Hawks rolled over, pinning you against the mattress with his own weight against your back.
Continuing his sweet torture on your neck and occasionally on the side of your face that wasn't pressed into the cushions, he stretched out his wings until the ruffling sound of feathers filled the room. After popping his wing joints, he let out a content sigh and let himself melt against you.

"Morning, Songbird" he muttered against your ear, his voice still a bit hoarse with sleep. The slight shiver that shot through your body didn't stay unnoticed by him.

"Good morning, Birdbrain" you huffed in response. "Are you done now?"

"Eh, maybe" he teased with a wink. Honestly, how could he ever be done? If he could, he would spend all day like this: with you. But unfortunately for him, the quiet voice of reason inside of him got heard by you.

"Come on, let's get ready. You need to go on patrol soon" you reminded him, wiggling against him in an attempt to animate him to get off of you. But Hawks didn't quite feel like letting you go that soon. Though he knew that you were right.

He let out a long groan of feigned annoyance: "Okay."
And then he sat up, his arms still wrapped around you, before he got up completely from the bed, carrying you with him out of the room. Flailing against him you gasped. "What are you doing?!"

"Taking you with me to get ready" he explained cheekily.

Getting ready took as long as usual, which meant longer than probably necessary because of constant interruptions and many kisses in-between. It took him almost half an hour to get decent enough to fly off to the agency, because he almost couldn't separate from you.

When he was finally ready to fly off, with only a few minutes to spare, he stood on the balcony and almost couldn't let go of you once again. Chasing your lips and the taste of your morning beverage on them for one more kiss, even though he had already promised you the one before would be the last. Only when you placed your hands on his face and gently pushed him away did he leave your lips alone, though with an obvious pout and a quiet grumble.

"Go to work already, or you'll be late" you scolded him but with a playful twinkle in your eyes, letting him know that you didn't really want to part from him either, just as badly as he didn't want to from you. But once again you gave the voice of reason in his mind a real one, saying what he had to begrudgingly accept out loud.
When his childish pout wouldn't leave his face, you suggested with a grin: "Fly off already, I'll give you all the kisses you want when you return."

Hawks' sharp eyes lit up with an excited spark.

"Promise?" he asked cheekily, bringing his face closer to yours so he felt your breath on his lips. You let out a huff and rolled your eyes. "I promise."

He nodded and placed one last kiss (no really, it was the last one this time, he swore) on your cheek, making you laugh quietly.

"Now shoo, I have to get going, too!"

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Oh, how Hawks wished he had a free day today. One day to spend all his time lazily tangled up with you, coaxing you into staying with him all day. But to be honest, he couldn't even remember when the last time was where he actually had one free day all to himself. Because the days he did get free time from his hero duty, were filled with appointments and all the other duties he had to fulfill. The hero commission just couldn’t cut him a break, huh?

But would it hurt for the time to get by faster? Every time he looked at his phone, only a few minutes had passed.

With a sigh he slid it back into the pocket of his jacket, as he continued to circle the neighborhoods. Nothing was really happening today. Some petty thieves here, some elderly civilians who needed help with their shopping bags there… nothing noteworthy or exciting.
It was a boring day. A day he always looked forward to, a day exactly what he wanted for himself and every other hero, but now he cursed at how slowly the time went by when he had absolutely nothing to do. At least your promise kept him going and eager to get over this boring work day. And oh, he would hold you to that promise. As soon as he could return home, he'd--

A sudden violent shiver ran through Hawks' wings and down his entire body, leaving his feathers fluffed up and himself breathless out of surprise. It took him a few seconds to regain his senses, as his brain had been sent into a frenzy, and a few seconds more before he could will his feathers to lay flat again. His heart was beating against his rips almost as fast as his wings could carry him across the city, frantically pumping his blood into his face and tinting his cheeks bright red. He didn't even need to see it to confirm it, since he felt the heat radiating from them almost immediately.

Hawks continued to fly his circles above the city for a few moments, pretending as if nothing happened, though his body stayed stiff and rigid and on high alert. And for good reason too, because only a few fast, flustered heartbeats later another shiver ruffled his feathers. This time however, it didn't leave him breathless. This time a long, drawn-out whimper escaped his lips, that tinted his ears almost as red as his wings in embarrassment. He was so relieved that he was currently flying in great heights and not helping someone out down below.

Nevertheless, Hawks headed to the next rooftop, landing on it with shaky legs just as a third shiver wrecked his body, another breathy groan leaving his mouth before he had time to press his hand against it to stifle the sound.

He sought out the stability of the nearest wall, bracing his body against it, only held upright through his left arm pressed against the rough surface. Leaning his head against his own arm and staring down at the ground, he just breathed in through quivering lips for a few moments. He grabbed his phone out of his jacket with shaking fingers and searched for your chat.


Keigo: Stop that.

(Y/N): Stop what?


Hawks let out a sound between a laugh and a huff while he rolled his eyes. Oh, he knew you were playing coy with him.


Keigo: The feather I gave you.
Stop touching it.

(Y/N): Oh!
Sorry, I was lost in thought.

Keigo: Sure, Angel.

(Y/N): What? You don't believe me?

Keigo: Not on this matter, no.

(Y/N): What do I get if I stop touching your feather?


You really wanted to push his buttons today, huh? Of all the days you could have teased him, you decided to do it today.


Keigo: How about you stop teasing me right now, and I'll let you touch me all you want when I get home.

(Y/N): Tempting offer.


One last shiver ran through Hawks' wings, forcing his eyes to squeeze shut and his wings to spread to their full length, as the feathers trembled. When he felt the vibration of another received message, he blinked them open again and shifted his focus back onto his phone screen.


(Y/N): Okay, deal.


Hawks grinned to himself while shaking out his wings, forcing his feathers flat once more and pocketing his phone. You've just made him even more eager to return back to the apartment.

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"Thanks for helping us out, Hawks."

The winged hero bit back his exhausted huff and instead forced a smile onto his lips, as he answered one of the remaining sidekicks on the scene. "Glad I was of help."

He had been about to call into his agency to confirm that his shift was completed and that he would head home, when he received a call from another hero needing backup.
All day he had only a few smaller incidents to take care of, but of course seconds away from his shift being over something happened where he was needed. And now many hours later it was almost midnight, when he was finally able to leave for his apartment. Even the coffee he had drank earlier wasn't keeping him fully awake anymore, while his wings carried him back home, mostly on autopilot.

Exhausted he heaved himself onto the balcony and, after discarding his shoes, pressed the glass doors open with his shoulder. As quietly as he possibly could he tiptoed through the apartment and towards the bedroom, letting his heavy jacket fall onto the floor on the way. When he gazed into the room, he immediately found your sleeping silhouette hiding under the covers. A small, sad smile grazed his lips at the sight. Why did it have to be that way? For someone with the title of fastest hero he sure kept you waiting a lot.
He clenched his teeth in silent anger. He wished he wasn't always late, he wished he could give you the time you deserved. He wished he was better...

Slowly Hawks walked into the room and over to his side of the bed. Too exhausted and too lazy to change into anything else he just discarded the baggy pants onto the floor, leaving only the black, tight flight suit clinging onto his body and let himself fall into the cozy bed beside you. Hawks immediately wrapped one arm around you and cuddled close, burying his nose into the side of your head, just above your ear. Your scent wrapped itself around him, lulling him into that warmth and security he had craved all day. God, how he had craved for you all day. To finally lie next to you, was exactly what he wanted.

No, that wasn't what he had wanted.
His plan had been to spend time with you, to properly spoil you and give everything of him to you. He clung tighter to you, his heart clenching painfully. All he wanted… was to be enough for you. And he felt like he was failing...

"Keigo?" a sleepy voice suddenly asked, breaking him away from his thoughts.
He hummed in response and tightened his arms around you. "Yeah, it's me. Sorry for waking you."

"It's fine" you mumbled while you rolled onto your side and pressed your face against his chest. "You were gone for so long today, I missed you."
Hawks could almost hear his heart breaking, as his thoughts began to circle once more. He's not enough.

"I was needed for a spontaneous mission" he sighed and placed one hand on the top of your head. You let out a soft hum at his caresses.

"Have you eaten? There are still leftovers in the fridge" you mumbled sleepily against his chest, right before a yawn shook through your body.

"No" he responded maybe a bit too cold and quickly. When he realized he was getting snippy he added: "It's fine, I've eaten during patrol."
Still, you had seemed to take notice of the change in his demeanor and raised one eyebrow at him.

"Your answers are getting clipped again" you said while freeing yourself from his hold. Hawks let you go and rolled onto his back as far as his wings would allow, so he could still maintain eye contact with you while you sat up straight, now looking down at him. "You're shutting yourself away again."

You didn't say it in an accusing manner, you were just stating a fact. However, a guilty look still crossed his eyes as he lowered his gaze, ashamed.

"Keigo, I thought-- We promised us you'd talk with me and not withdraw again when something is bothering you" you started, your voice so soft Hawks' first thought was that he didn't deserve it, proving your statement correct instantly. "I want to help you, with whatever is bothering you. Please, let me in."

You stretched one hand out to him, but Hawks flinched away involuntarily. Straightening up himself, he turned around to sit on the edge of the bed, wings ruffling quietly as he dragged them across the mattress. He buried his face into his hands and let out a deep sigh. What you said was nothing but the truth, he had made that promise with you. But… how was he supposed to tell you all he was struggling with again and again? Whenever he thought about it, he didn't even find the words for it in his mind. So, all he could do was swallow it back down.

A sudden touch made him almost jump up, but he forced himself to stay seated, his body now tense.

You slowly slid around so you were sitting beside him now, your hand slipping higher to rest on the conjunction from his shoulder to his neck. Your touch was comforting and when you curled your fingers into the longer strands of his hair on the back of his neck, he almost completely melted against you. Reluctantly he let his hands drop from his face, his arms now limply hanging down over his knees.

"Did something happen during the mission?" you asked. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
The concern in your voice shook him to the core. You were concerned about him being injured? When all he could think about was how hurt you must have felt when he didn't make it back in time again?
Almost every date you two had ever gone to, he had been late at least a few minutes, most of the time closer to an hour minimum. Almost every time you two had gone on a trip together, or even when you two decided to stay in and just cuddle up on the couch at the weekend, he had been ordered back into work. And as a hero he couldn't say no. He had to keep you waiting or leave you so many times, he wondered how you were even still agreeing on planning dates together when you knew as well as him that he probably wouldn't be able to make it. He wondered how you weren't fed up with him by now. Or rather, he knew you must be fed up, but how did you manage to never show him that?

When he didn't answer your question about being hurt you called his name again, this time with an obvious panic to your voice. Hawks shook his head harshly. "No" he took a deep breath. "I'm fine. It's… nothing like that."

"Then tell me, please" you pleaded softly. "Tell me what you're struggling with. Let me help you."

He was struggling with himself even now, battling inside his mind to tell you. He wanted to. God, he wanted to let himself fall, to let himself melt into your arms. But could he really be that selfish?

"You're not alone" you said, soothingly running your fingers through his hair.
Those were the words that finally broke the barricade inside him. And before he knew it, the words had already left his mouth.

"But you are!"

Hawks helplessly stared into your wide, surprised eyes, and he could see in them how you tried to understand what he meant by that. Your hand fell from his neck and he caught it in between his before you could withdraw it completely. He clutched onto you like a scared child, afraid that you finally let go of him completely because even after all those thoughts… he was still so awfully selfish. He didn't want you to leave. He didn't want it, but there was still this small part of him that thought you should.

"You are alone so often, I... I keep you waiting all the time--"

"I don't care."

Hawks stared at you as if you were crazy, his mouth opening and closing while he tried to find the words.

"You should care! You… you deserve more. You deserve someone who can give their time to you, someone you don't have to wait for. You deserve someone by your side when you go on a date and not wait for them to appear hours later, or someone by your side when you go to bed, or--" Hawks stopped himself before... he shook his head and cut his own thoughts off. Selfish.

"You deserve someone better."

"Keigo, I don't care" you repeated after a few minutes of stunned silence. "I truly don't care that I have to wait sometimes. I know you're a hero with a lot of responsibilities, I knew from the very beginning. And I understand that you can't say no when the commission is askin-- is ordering you to go on a last-minute mission." You cupped his hands with your free one, giving him that silent signal he selfishly craved for: You weren't about to leave.

"What I do care about is you."

Hawks felt the heat rise into his face as his heart began to beat furiously. For a brief second his hold around your hand tightened before he let go so he could wrap his arms around you instead. He didn't even fully register what he was doing himself, but the next thing he knew was that he had pushed you into his lap. And then he closed his eyes and crashed his lips into yours.

The kiss was nothing like the small, gentle ones from earlier that day. This time he made sure to put all his emotions and hunger into it.

Your hands almost instantly flew to cup his cheeks, seeking any kind of stability you could, as you were stunned into silence. It took a few seconds of his lips dancing against yours until he finally made you responsive again, by sliding his fingers under your shirt and over your sides. The tickling sensation made you squirm on his lap as a gasp escaped your lips, granting him access to your mouth. The corners of his lips twitched into a small smile at that. He pinched your sides this time, making you squeak before you finally returned the kiss with equal eagerness while your fingers wandered from his cheeks to the back of his head, tangling into his hair. You tugged at his roots, making him groan lowly against your lips. A deep sound that tinted his face and ears red, as he forced you to swallow it.

His head was spinning, thoughts clouded by the taste of your lips on his. He craved you desperately, craved to keep you close and have you even closer.

His hand traveled from your hip to your stomach, caressing the soft flesh carefully. He felt your body tense up a bit at first, but it only took a split second until you melted into his touch, only a split second for you to melt right into him. His body was shivering in excitement, a dangerous desire lighting a fire inside of him. God, he was so weak for you. All he wanted right now was to feel you on his skin and for you to swallow all his desperate whines and groans.

But when he finally parted from you the veil on his mind lifted, leaving his heart racing and his thoughts plunging back down into that darkness.

For a few seconds he just stared into your lust blown eyes and took deep, quivering breaths. Then he opened his mouth, the words he spoke barely registering.

"I feel like I'm not enough" he admitted. Your eyebrows furrowed in an instant, the lustful gaze was pushed away by determination. Placing one of your hands on his cheek you cradled it gently and stared right into his golden eyes as you spoke: "You are more than enough, Keigo."

An involuntary shiver ran down his back and wings, almost like the one he had got earlier today when you were playing with the feather he had given to you out of precaution. Only that this one was a lot more severe, vibrating even in his heart, and leaving his body completely rigid and on edge.

"But I--"

"You are enough. You are all I ever wanted and more" you said while tracing the features of his face, starting from his brow and down to his chin, lifting it and forcing him to keep looking at you. "I love you, you stupid Birdbrain."
Hawks caught his breath. This wasn't the first time either of you said those words, far from it, but damn it had never affected him that badly before. His feathers fluffed up and his eyes dilated, making it obviously clear for you to see just how much his body was reacting to those words. He wanted to say them back to you so badly, but when he opened his mouth no sound left it, not even a gasp.
So instead, he prompted to show you how he felt for you.

Still half seated on his lap he flipped you on your back in an instant, pinning both your wrists against the mattress, most definitely living up to his title as the fastest hero.

Looming over you with his eyes still dilated and darkened with desire, he marveled at the view beneath him. The sudden motion had left you breathless with your eyes wide and mouth slightly open. The way you stared up at him, silent intentions and cravings clearly displayed, had him shiver with anticipation. The way your chest moved as you took in fast and panting breaths, your back slightly arched, made his eyes wander lower, oh so deliciously lower. His sudden movement had shifted your shirt a little, revealing a bit of the skin of your stomach as well as some more of your collarbone. Hawks licked his lips absentmindedly, too hypnotized by the disheveled display underneath him to really notice what he was doing. He moved your wrist higher, almost completely above your head, while he stole one more, quick glance at your heated face, before he dipped down to place his lips on your pulse point.

You immediately tensed beneath him, a breathy gasp leaving your lips before you bit down on your lower lip, stifling any more sounds threatening to escape. You craned your neck back, subconsciously giving him more access to it.

Hawks smirked, his mouth travelling lower to suck hickies into the skin above your collarbones before slowly wandering higher to do the same with your neck. He didn't care if you'd have trouble covering them up tomorrow--
A sudden thought made him shiver and forced him to stop his ministrations as a groan escaped his lips. He didn't care if anyone was to see the marks on your skin tomorrow… he wanted people to see them. He wanted them to know you belonged to him, that you were with him.

With his breaths heavy and his mind unfocused he didn't notice he had let go of your wrists. Or at least not until the sudden rush racing through his veins. Unable to bite his tongue to stifle the sound, he let himself fall forward, his face now hiding in the crook of your neck as a moan wrecked his body.

After taking some deep breaths he clenched his teeth and slowly pushed himself up to stare back down into your face, an innocent smile on your lips. Narrowing his eyes at you he grabbed your chin. "You're playing unfair, my love."

A soft hum vibrated in your chest, the mischievous intention glinting in your eyes.

"Well, you did promise me I could touch you wherever I wanted" you said while stroking through the small, sensitive feathers growing right where his wings connected to his back. Another shudder rendered Hawks unable to respond.

Resting on his elbows he placed his head back into the conjunction of your neck and let you work on his wings. And even though he was forcing his mouth to stay closed by biting his lip he couldn't hold back the sounds you so masterly played out of him.

Your hands left his feathers to start working on the base of his wings and the skin of his back for a while, before slowly working your way back up. With a teasing smirk you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his small, downy feathers. Feathers you knew were very sensitive. Hawks entire body tensed up at that, a haze placing itself on his mind as he ground down into you.

The soft giggle that had left your mouth was cut short with a gasp. Gripping onto his feathers harshly you let out a whimper, which only spurred Hawks on to do it again.

"K-Keigo--"

Hearing you stammer his name already, did nothing to help him lift the veil that was clouding his senses. Groaning against your skin he pushed you deeper into the mattress, his fingers now digging into the softness of your sides.

"Keigo, please--"

Hawks chuckled against your skin, grinding his obvious hard on against your center once more.

"Begging already, sweetheart?"

A sound between a whine and a hummed 'yes' left your lips as you threw your head back into the cushions. Glancing back up, Hawks had to hold himself back at the sight beneath him. Small drops of sweat already gathered at your brow, hair tousled and shirt ridden up… you looked delicious enough to devour and it took everything in him to not do that right now, right away. No, he was going to draw this one out as long as he could, he wanted to really hear you beg for it.

"Remember the promise you made?" Hawks asked with the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a sly smirk while he continued his ministrations. Throwing his head back he bit his bottom lip to stifle the moan threatening to spill over. God, he felt like a hormonal teenager but dry humping against you had never felt so good. And Hawks knew if he wasn't careful, he could burst long before you. And he didn't want that.

Lost in his thoughts and lust he almost missed you shaking your head no in answer.

"I'll help you refresh your memory then" Hawks whispered against your ear, teeth scraping the skin just enough to make you shiver. He waited a few seconds, looked at your wide, begging eyes before he dipped down to capture your lips with his. You whined against the back of his throat and he swallowed the sound without hesitation. Then he pressed the tip of his tongue against your lips, pushing past the barrier of your teeth and licked along the top of your mouth. Feeling your whole body shudder against his, your hips jerking upwards to meet his, almost made him falter against you. If you only knew just how weak you made him...

He slowly broke the kiss, tugging at your lower lip as he did so. For a few seconds he reveled in the sight of you trembling with lust beneath him.

"If I remember correctly" Hawks started and lowered his voice. "You promised me kisses."

And with that he dipped back down to place his lips on yours in another heated kiss.

While responding to Hawks' lips dancing against your own you absentmindedly threaded your fingers deeper in-between his now stiff and shaking feathers, teasing a moan out of him followed by an unpleased growl placed against your lips. And just like Hawks only seconds earlier, were you unable to do anything except swallow the sound, feeling it vibrate through you and echo back in your chest, leaving you with tingles all over your skin.

"Please--" you managed to stumble out in-between Hawks' needy kisses. "I want more, Keigo."

Hawks parted from your mouth and sat up straight. His hands placed on your bent knees he just stared down at you for a while, enjoying the view of your swollen lips and lust blown eyes, hypnotized by the lifting and lowering of your chest as you sucked in shallow breaths.
Nudging him with your foot you pulled him out of that trance, when he didn't move for a few seconds too long.

Chuckling Hawks let his hands wander down your legs until they were gripping your thighs, squeezing them teasingly.

"Someone is impatient."

A sound between annoyance and desperation graced his ears as you rolled your eyes.

"Stop teasing me already."

Hawks raised one eyebrow at you and then grabbed you by your arms, bringing you into a sitting position as well.

"How about you start getting rid of those clothes then?" he asked with his voice dangerously low, brilliant gold eyes staring right into yours.

When Hawks felt your hands on his back, searching blindly for the zipper, he let out an amused laugh. This wasn't what he had meant, but he wasn't complaining. He'd get you naked soon enough.

You managed to zip the flight suit open, even though Hawks could feel your hands tremble against his skin, while he stared down at your in concentration tensed up face. When the zipper was completely undone you raised your gaze to meet his, eyes wide. Cute, he thought to himself with a lopsided smirk.

Hawks let one finger run along your neck, upwards until he could place it directly underneath your chin, forcing you to hold eye contact with him, while you worked on getting the tight fabric off his shoulders. When your eyes darted from his, down to his now revealed skin he couldn't help but silently chuckle. You were as lost in him, as he was in you.

Your hands roamed his frame, from his bare shoulders down to his abdomen and then around his sides. The gentle touch and tickling sensation made his feathers shutter, a soft gasp spilling over his lips simultaneously. He quickly grabbed your hands with his, before slowly bringing them upwards to place them on his shoulders.

"Eyes up here, my love."

The nod you gave him that was more out of habit than anything else made the smile on Hawks' face widen ever so slightly, when he slotted his mouth back against yours. Nails digging into his shoulders you immediately responded to his kiss with equal enthusiasm.

"You're wearing too much” Hawks complained the second your mouth left his for a split second. Pulling you in again instantly with his teeth against your bottom lip. You hummed against his lips and nodded faintly in agreement.

"Why not change that?" you asked boldly.

"Hmm, don't get coy with me" Hawks growled against your lips and let his hand trail down between your legs, teasing a soft moan out of you. "Or I'll take my time."

Hawks eyed your reactions, the way you furrowed your brows and squeezed your eyes shut at the slow movements of his fingers against your still clothed center. What he said had been a lie. Even if you decided to get snippy right now, he probably couldn't hold himself back much longer.

With his lips still brushing yours, eyelashes heavy and cheeks tinted red he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your sleep shorts and forced them down, making you fall back onto the mattress as he dragged the fabric over the swell of your ass. The no longer needed piece of garment got tossed somewhere onto the ground, while Hawks attached his lips back onto yours. His hands wandered along your now bare sides, making you squirm underneath him and both of your legs resting against his sides squeezed against him. Even though he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in you, he took his time exploring. He let his fingers wander, brushing against the inside of your thighs before grabbing your hips harshly when he bit down on your lower lip, tickling a moan of his name out of you.

Drawing small circles into your skin he slowly parted from the kiss and let his gaze wander down. Hawks reached for the hem of your shirt and pushed it upwards while continuing to tease you with featherlight touches to your skin.

He dipped down to leave a trail of kisses along the upwards movement of his hands, starting just underneath your navel and traveling up to your chest, latching onto your neck once again the second he pulled the shirt above your head, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable beneath him.

Eyeing you cheekily he saw your eyes squeezed shut and one of your hands placed over your mouth, trying to stifle your sounds.

"Come on, Songbird" Hawks spoke softly and grabbed the misbehaving hand, pushing it away from your mouth and pinning it against the mattress instead, while his other one slowly traveled down your body. "Let me hear those adorable sounds."

When he pressed his thumb down on your clit your body revolted against him, back arched as a desperate whine escaped your lips. Biting into your neck tenderly Hawks chuckled to himself as he began to draw slow circles with his thumb, teasing your slit with his remaining fingers. His grin widened at the wetness that now coated them.

Your body shivered and you grasped at Hawks' hand that was still pinning down your wrist. He moved to intertwine your hands instead.

"I want to hear you sing for me" he mumbled against your neck, moving upwards to lightly bite your ear. You let out another moan instantly, as if to please him. And oh, Hawks was more than pleased.
"That’s it, you’re doing so good" he whispered against your ear, forcing another shiver to run through you. To reward your obedience even more, he dipped one finger into your heat, curling it against your spongy walls in search for your soft spot.

In the same second, he slotted his mouth back against yours, swallowing the high-pitched noises leaving your lips, your hips bucking forward into his hand in desperation.

He felt the stuttering rise and fall of your chest against his own as he pumped the single digit in and out of you, while continuing to press small circle against your clit. He then inserted a second finger and bit back a groan when he felt you clamp down on his hand. Your every gasp and shaky breath pulled him into a trance, hypnotizing him fully. Oh, it was so easy to become addicted to you, to the noises you made because of him, to the way your body felt against his.

He humped your leg, grinding his hard on against you like a teenager lost in his daydream fueled by hormonal desire. He didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed about his desperate movements against you. Not when he finally found what he was looking for. Each thrust of his fingers pressed against your soft spot pulled cries of his name out of your mouth, and he swallowed all of them without shame, clinging onto your lips like he'd drown without them.

Your walls fluttered around him, your hips helplessly jerking forward in search for more. More friction, more bliss, more him. Digging your nails into the mattress and into the skin of his hand still pinning you down you whimpered against him, pulling against his bottom lip with your teeth, drawing a moan out of him as well. He couldn’t wait any longer to see what your face looked like contorted in pure bliss.

Hawks pulled away from your lips to look at your face, at your furrowed eyebrows and eyes squeezed shut, at your parted, trembling lips. At your scrunched up nose as you clung to the edges of your release. The coil in your core winding tighter and tighter, almost ready to snap, almost ready to let you fall into oblivion, almost…

And then Hawks stopped.

You opened your eyes and stared up at him, a mixture of desperation and annoyance glinting in them as he pulled his in your wetness coated fingers out with a grin.

"Something bothering you, sweetheart?" he asked while straightening up. He then put his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean while watching your eyes widen. He felt your legs shiver against him.

"You're such a tease" you muttered breathlessly, nudging him with your knee against his side in irritation. So close...

With a lewd and wet ‘pop’ he released his now clean fingers. "Obviously."

Hawks stood up from the bed without another word, while maintaining eye contact with you, to strip out of the flight suit still restricting and clinging to his lower half. The fabric fell to the floor with an almost silent thud. With a content sigh, Hawks pushed his hair back, while continuing to stare right into your eyes with the full intention of making you flustered. However, your eyes not so secretly darted from his down to his finally freed cock. He couldn't hold himself back from asking: "Like what you see?"

The shit eating grin on his face only widened when you instantly answered him "Yes".

Hawks grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed so suddenly that a small yelp escaped you, clutching your hands over your mouth in surprise and embarrassment. Slowly he leaned in closer to you, hands resting upon your legs for leverage.

"If you keep staring at me like that" he started. "I'm gonna get all shy."

Flustered, you managed to splutter out a barely comprehensible "Shut up".

Chuckling, Hawks let his eyes wander over the view beneath him, with your legs spread and kept open by his hands on your ankles, your arousal more than obvious. He felt his cock twitch.

"You're stunning" he stated in a trance, eyes filled with hunger he intended to satisfy very soon.

"Stop all that talking and get on with it" you said with heat swirling not only in your stomach but rising to your face, too.

"Get on with what?" Hawks asked, his intention of making you squirm not even a smidge hidden.

"Y-you know" you stammered, legs switching against his hold. Hawks put on a thoughtful expression, teasing you with a few seconds of silence, while shuffling ever so slightly closer.

"I don't think so" he finally said. "Enlightened me, my darling."

Hawks leaned down over you, his mouth next to your ear when he spoke his next words. "Tell me exactly what you want."

You whined beneath him, annoyed at his teasing but desperate nevertheless. However, instead of speaking up, you jerked your hips towards him, trying to show him what you meant. That, though, wasn't what Hawks wanted from you.

Shaking his head, he tightened the grip on your legs and pulled them further apart, spreading them even more and forcing your hips back down onto the mattress.

"Come on, Songbird. Use your words."

You bit your lip, an angry glint in your eyes as you opened your mouth to answer him.

"I want you to fuuc--" you were cut off when his tip suddenly nudged against your opening, an audible gasp leaving your mouth.

"You want me to what?" Hawks asked again with one eyebrow raised in playful confusion. God, it was just so much fun to mess with you till you were begging for him. To see the rebellion in your eyes conflicting with the shuddering want for him. He was absolutely addicted to your sounds, to your body's responses to just the faintest touch. Hawks was just so addicted to you.

"F-fuck!" you panted, your body fighting against his hold, trying to get closer. Just a little bit closer, just so you could feel him again. Your body shuddered as a wave of arousal crashed over you. Just… closer...

"Please" you begged, eyes squeezed shut. "Please, Keigo."

"Please what? Come on, darling, I know you can do better than that" he mumbled against your ear, unable to hide his shit-eating grin.

"Mngh-!" you continued to groan and wither underneath him, another loud gasp pushing away the silence of the room. "Fuck me, please!"

"Good job."

The tremble in your voice sent a shiver down Hawks' back, tearing through each of his feathers. He moved closer to you once more, the tip of his cock now directly pressed against the wetness of your throbbing core. And then he watched you throwing your head back against the cushions even though he hadn't even really done anything yet... God, there was nothing holding him back now.

So finally, he starts pushing in, sliding slowly in an attempt to keep that little resolve still in him. Sliding slowly with a torturous amount of willpower to keep back from going fully out on you. But with every inch that sank into your already fluttering heat, that resolve slowly chiseled away, getting that much harder to hold back.

Hawks let out a groan and squeezed his eyes shut in concentration. He was an addicted man and all he wanted was to sink completely inside of you, be totally surrounded by you and show you just how much you meant to him. Just how much he--

The lewd moan escaping your lips and the way your walls clamped down around him pulled him away from his thoughts.

He had sunk all the way inside of you without realizing, his crotch now flush with yours. The sight made his heart rate spike up with primal desire. He was an addicted man, completely and utterly at your mercy.

You let out a string of curses, hands digging into the mattress, desperately clinging onto anything to give you halt. And Hawks was inclined to lean back down so you could wrap your arms around him for stability, but he decided that -just for now- he wanted to be a little bit selfish. He stayed relatively upright, so he could continue to marvel at the sight below him.

The whimpers that left your mouth kept him frozen in place, giving you the time to adjust to him. But damn, if you didn't make it increasingly difficult to do so. You clamped down around him, your legs shaking and squeezing his sides while you moved your hips in small circles out of impulse. And then, as if to torture him, you started rutting your hips up into him. As if wiggling your little hole around the length of his dick would make the adjustment easier, when in reality, all it did was for him to almost topple over you as the strength left his arms from the sheer amount of pleasure shooting through every fiber of his body. He gritted his teeth, though it did nothing to hold back the moan escaping from the depths of him. You made it so hard to hold back.

Hawks carefully tried to readjust himself above you, but when your hips moved with him you both let out another moan simultaneously, rendering him unable to move. Or rather, he knew he'd probably come right then and there if you kept meeting his small movements with that surely feigned innocence. He was sure you were torturing him on purpose.

Moving his grip from your legs to your hips he forced them down onto the mattress, he forced you to stay completely still, only able to take what he decided to give you when he decided to. Leaving you helplessly struggling against his hold, switching the roles so you were at his mercy now.

Your walls slowly eased up on his twitching dick, giving him a short break in which he just threw his head back and breathed in deeply for a few moments, trying to collect his composure. Then, when his eyes locked back onto your in pleasure contorted face, did he finally start pulling out again. He kept staring at your -in a silent gasp- opened mouth as he kept moving out, before pushing right back into your welcoming heat.

Hawks started with slow and shallow thrusts to keep watch at your every reaction, marveling in the sight of you. Every time he bottomed out, your brows furrowed only to raise again while he pulled out of you. Every time he squeezed your hips tighter when he moved back in, your body shuddered against him. Every time he waited and stayed buried in your heat for a few heartbeats, he could see the tremble of your body growing in intensity. Every time your walls squeezed his cock, he couldn't help but groan.

And when he looked down, seeing the wetness of your pussy smeared against his crotch as he pulled out once more, he knew he'd be a goner soon. You just had that much power over him.

Hawks leaned down and instantly you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you and burying your fingernails in his shoulders. And then you start canting your hips into his, spurring him on to keep going and to hurry up. And what kind of partner would he be to not listen to your wishes and desires? So, he followed your instructions, wrapped his arms underneath your shoulders to keep you in place against him and picked up speed.

The sounds that started to leave your mouth sent his mind into a frenzy. Every time you moaned his name against his ear his wings straightened up more, towering over you, his longest feathers already brushing against the ceiling.

"Fuck" Hawks groans, before biting down at the conjunction of your neck and shoulders to stifle himself. You scratched at his back, embedding the shriek you let out as angry red lines into his skin. Then he licked over the faint bite mark and he could feel your walls flutter.
"Love you" he mumbles against your neck almost completely delirious with pleasure. "I love you so --fuuuck-- much!"

The high-pitched whine that left your mouth at that, made his heart clenching in delicious desire.

"Mngh, Keigo--" you whimper in-between moans, clutching onto him as if he was a lifeline. "More, please!"

"Yeah?" Hawks teased breathlessly. "You want more? Do you think you deserve more?"

You nod vehemently, rendered unable to answer him verbally by a particular hard thrust.

Hawks smirked against the bite mark he had left on your neck as he sped up more, pulling back out farther to slam in harder. The wet noises from his steadily in speed increasing thrusts into your throbbing heat echoed back in his ears, forming a perfect symphony paired with the shaky notes of your voice as more and more whimpers and moans left your parted lips.

He came down to kiss you deeply again, just when the tip of his dick brushed against that soft spot inside you, shooting a new wave of pleasure through your veins. You groaned out, clinging onto him desperately while arching your back deep enough to push him up with you. Hawks grabbed your hips again and used your current position to his advantage to readjust his knees, mounting them under your thighs while holding your hips up. And then he brings them down while simultaneously bringing his hips into you again, going rampant on that exact spot that made your back arch, hellbent on driving you into oblivion.

You tried to work with him, tried to bring your hips down to meet his own, but with your legs increasingly shaking, you had to let him take over almost completely. Hawks let go of one of your sides when your walls started spasming around his cock, to bring his hand down onto your clit. He started rolling it in tune with his thrusts into you, still ramming his hips fast and hard into that spot that had your whole body shuttering.

You whined desperately, burying your face into his shoulder as your walls start sucking harshly around his dick. You're so close, and this time Hawks intended to push you over the edge. He's completely enthralled by you, utterly surrounded and hypnotized by you. All that was on his mind was how you felt against him and around him. How your trembling walls sucked him in. How soft your skin felt underneath his palms. How delicious you were with the sweet taste of you still lingering in his mouth. You were the only thing on his mind. The desire to finish himself pushed into the background, while he focused on taking you to your own release.

He knew you were close by how your hips started to jolt against his own and his hand on your clit. He knew you were about to come undone. Just one single push was needed, just one more.

Seeing you come undone had always been his favorite part, God, it was why he sometimes just spent the evening eating you out without pushing himself into you at all. But after today? After all that has been said and everything unsaid but understood between you two? You never looked more beautiful to him. The way you arched into him, desperately clinging onto him so your nails left deep, red marks behind in his back. The way you kept pushing your hips closer to his like he could get any deeper into you, just completely blinded by the desire to chase your release. The way you grabbed onto the base of his wings, ripping at his sensitive feathers as your mouth opened in a silent gasp...

It’s enough to make him come right after you without warning.

He hadn't meant to do that. He was about to tell you and ask you where he…
Hawks forced his eyes to stay open as he watched you come undone beneath him. God, seeing you like this, completely lost in your own bliss... he was absolutely entranced by you. So much so, that he hadn't realized just how close he had been, that his body had had enough buildup. And before he could really even appreciate the view beneath him, his own release had taken hold of him and he threw his head back as he came.

Right inside of you.

The vibration of his high unfurled everywhere in his body, making his legs shake and lips quiver just as much as it forced his wings to straighten to their full length, rippling through his feathers as they brushed against the ceiling and walls of the room while his mouth opened for one final moan.

Hawks sank back down and hugged you close to him as he shot the rest of his come deep inside of you. He placed kisses everywhere on your body he could reach, your shoulders, your neck, your face, while he rode out his own high with you. Your limbs still trembling in his hold from your own climax.

As he slowly came down from his sudden release, he tightened his hold on you and brought his wings down to lay above you protectively. You immediately nuzzled into him and into the heat radiating from his still slightly trembling wings, tightened your own hold on him as well.

A quiet hiss escaped Hawks as your nails trailed along the scratches you left behind. But instead of letting you open your mouth to ask him if he was okay -because wasn't the answer obvious?- he placed his lips on yours, engulfing himself in one last kiss before he readjusted your bodies on the bed and drew the covers over you. There was nothing else to say, everything he and you needed to know already brought to light. All he wanted now was to hug you tight and sleep next to you.

And that's exactly how he fell asleep that night. With your naked bodies still entwined, your face nuzzled into the side of his neck and your fingers buried in his tousled hair. After looking at you one last time that night and burning the look of your peaceful features into his memories, internalizing what you had said to him earlier, that he was enough... only then did Hawks finally let his eyes flutter close as he fell asleep in the embrace of your arms.