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It’s a bad night to be out in the weather, but unfortunately for Hawks his job required just that. He comes home drenched to the bone, feathers and hair askew and tangled, clothes matted to his skin, and most notably of all, he’s being laughed at. Dabi seems to have made himself quite comfortable on Hawks’ couch, his feet splayed over the arm, his body taking up as much space as possible.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hawks says, “Keep laughing and I’ll come in for a hug.”
Dabi snorts at the threat.“Better get yourself dried off before you catch a cold.” He only regards Hawks briefly as Hawks steps out to do just that.
Changing into clean and dry sweats is worth the protest of his sore muscles and the brief moment of undress that leaves him shivering. When Hawks returns in his more comfortable clothes, his eyes immediately zero in on the fireplace that’s been lit since his departure. The blue flames rise and fall but stay within the brick confines. Hawks stares from the doorway. “Didn’t even know that worked,” he says lightly.
“Come here, birdie,” Dabi says, patting one of the pillows he’d taken from the couch. Hawks approaches and takes a seat next to Dabi, their thighs touching in the process. The fireplace crackles softly as Hawks warms his hands in front of it. Dabi runs a hand through his tangled hair. “Hair’s still wet.”
“Ha, yeah, guess it is.”
Dabi heats his hand and continues to detangle his hair, drying it in the process. Contrary to common belief, Hawks puts the bare minimum effort into his hair. He doesn’t even own a hair dryer. Well, he did once, but after dropping it in the sink, it’d become useless, and he’d never bothered replacing it. He’d have to figure Dabi puts more effort into his own hair; he knows from the ways that the carpet doesn’t match that the curtains have likely been recolored, so to speak. But he’ll wait before playing that card for when Dabi makes a comment on the magazine cover with his face on it that’ll be published next week.
“So, what’s the occasion?” Hawks asks.
“Don't know what you mean.”
Hawks hums and lolls his head against Dabi’s shoulder. “Oh really?”
“Do I need an excuse to come check on my pet?” Dabi moves his hand down to stroke Hawks’ wing, his fingers gently going with the grain of his feathers.
Hawks glares at him, though it’s all a show. The real genuine reaction is there growing in his pants. Dabi deliberately places his palm over his crotch as he leans in for a kiss. After such a grueling day, nothing feels quite as relieving as Dabi’s lips along with the heat shimmering off of his body as the distance between them diminishes to practically nothing. Hawks hums softly against Dabi’s lips, and just as he’s about to claim Dabi’s lap as a new seat, he feels a sudden but intense prickling in his nostril and pulls away as soon as he realizes that it’s rapidly getting worse.
“Sorry, I- hh! hehkxchht!”
Hawks blinks at the hand covering his nose. It definitely isn’t his, and the realization floods his face with blush. “Bless you,” Dabi says with the faintest ghost of a smirk. “What’s the matter birdie, did you really get yourself sick?” he asks, withdrawing his hand.
“No, that was just a random one.” Hawks sniffles sharply to make the lingering tickle recede. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Dabi hums and bends forward ever so slightly to kiss the tip of his nose, and Hawks doesn’t know if he’s more flustered by the gesture, the words, or at the fact that he has to sneeze again. He manages to snap away from Dabi’s face enough to aim the irritated sneeze into the direction of his shoulder. “ hpt’chhu!” He raises his sleeve to his nose and scrubs at it briefly. “Okay, that doesn’t c-c ouh nt hkxXshh!”
“Ah, I see,” Dabi replies, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Ugh, it’s fine.” Hawks sniffles and clears his throat. The sound of the actions don’t really do him any favors, but neither would letting his nose run.
“Pretty sure your wings don’t usually get this puffy when you sneeze,” Dabi points out, stroking the base of one of Hawks’ wings. Hawks moans softly. He’s not surprised by how observant Dabi is, though he wishes he would’ve let that slide.
“Mm, if I’m getting sick, maybe you should keep your distance,” he points out, cocking his head slightly.
Dabi scoffs at him before coming back in for a kiss. “Don’t insult me,” he murmurs against Hawks’ lips. He seizes them again, nibbles his lip, and stretches it slightly before releasing it. “Not afraid of a little bird flu.”
Hawks frowns. “If anything, it’s just a cold.”
“Whatever you say, chicken.”
Hawks moves to straddle Dabi’s lap and properly returns the kiss. Dabi’s tongue parts his lips and enters his mouth, flitting away before Hawks can have his tongue meet his. He is warm on all fronts with his back to the fireplace and his front pressed across Dabi’s. Their groins are pressed together, and Hawks can feel the reciprocated arousal as he leans into it. Dabi’s lips travel down Hawks’ neck and continue to light him up with the best feelings. If it weren’t for the persistent tickle in his nose, maybe this could continue for longer.
“ ktschh’yu! Hehhdt’kue!” He ducks into the direction of his shoulder to sneeze. “Sorry,” he says quickly, blush once again painting his face a pretty pink. He sniffles again and frowns at the sound it makes. “Snuck up on me.”
“Bless you.” Dabi’s smirk returns. “Guess you can’t control that cute little nose of yours, huh, birdie?”
Rather than grace that with a real response, Hawks grinds against Dabi and lets the friction speak for itself.
“Wonder how much longer before you sneeze again,” Dabi muses, his breath hot in Hawks ear. He kisses a trail from his ear to the stubble on his jawline and Hawks can do little more than grip Dabi’s hair and try not to moan. It always escalates so fast between them, and this time is no exception. It doesn’t take long before a familiar prickling feeling returns to Hawks’ nose, spreading quickly to the back of his nasal cavity. His breath is already wavering with the threat of another sneeze. The tickle is relentless, and the constant sniffling between breaths isn’t helping to starve it off.
“Ah, ah, ” Dabi taunts, eyes taking on a predatory look as he mimics Hawks’ hitching breaths. “Already?”
“No,” Hawks protests, moving to rub his nose. Dabi seizes his wrist before he can help his situation. “Stop, I’m hh-! Heh…”
With a crooked finger, Dabi traces a teasing line down the bridge of his nose, waiting until his thick eyebrows pinch together before he prods at the tip of his nose. His nostrils continue to quiver, breath hitching in a way that refuses to yield a sneeze. “Go ahead, birdie. You know you want to.”
“ Hdzzt’shhh! Ihhpshhu! EhDTSHHyu! Hehh…” He takes a wavering breath, jaw fully dropped, head tilting backwards. “ ihhSHHhue!”
“Wow,” Dabi says with dry amusement. He pushes back a few stray bangs from Hawks’ face. “Bless you, sneezy bird.”
Hawks sniffles thickly and rubs his nose. He’s trying to ignore the fond new nickname Dabi’s come up with. “Thangk you,” he says, frowning at the obvious congestion in his voice.
“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” Dabi asks, pressing a kiss to the side of Hawks’ neck.
Hawks coos. “Predtty combfortable here.” His eyes droop as Dabi continues to tease him with kisses of varying depths up and down his neck, as if he’s trying to leave a trail of red. Hawks is dripping as he presses his weight into Dabi.
“Dunno, birdie,” Dabi says between searing kisses, “Wouldn’t you rather be in your nest when I have my way with you?”
It’s hard to say no to that. He nods and Dabi suddenly lifts him into his arms. Hawks startles but ultimately melts into his hold, and before they head over to his room, he has a few feathers turn the fireplace off.
“I kinda have to sndeeze again,” Hawks warns, unable to free a hand to scrub at his nose. Instead he squashes it against Dabi’s shoulder.
“‘S’alright, birdie.”
“ hehh-! tXxshh’ih!” Hawks sneezes against Dabi’s shoulder.
The villain only holds him tighter. “Bless,” Dabi murmurs. “Don’t hold back like that, birdie.”
Hawks sniffles again. “Don’t wandt to be gross.” Just because Hawks is into this, doesn’t mean Dabi is.
Dabi strokes his wings before setting him down on the bed. “Guess even heroes get insecure, huh?” he muses with yet another smirk. Hawks doesn’t dignify the statement with a response, but he doesn’t have to, because they thankfully pick up where they left off, kissing and groping. Clothes easily and eagerly fall off the side of the bed into messy piles as they undress each other. Dabi grabs the lube from the drawer and Hawks grabs a fistful of tissues to press to his poor nose. Dabi strokes Hawks’ cock with a feather-light touch as he blows his nose, murmuring sentiments of praise as he waits to prep him. By the time Hawks is finished, Dabi’s hand is wet with precum and Hawks is trembling with need.
“Might have to be gentle with my pet if he’s feeling this sick,” Dabi murmurs, stroking Hawks’ opening with a lubed up finger. He inserts one finger with ease and gently prods at Hawks’ prostate, delaying as he takes in the sounds of arousal spilling out from Hawks’ lips. “Hm?”
Hawks shakes his head and grits his teeth. “M finde. Just, nndh… stop being a tease.”
Dabi gives Hawks a devilish grin before sliding his tip into him. They watch as his lips swallow the dark pink tip of Dabi’s cock and as his piercings glimmer in the lowlight of Hawks’ bedroom before disappearing into him as well. Slowly, he pushes further in, and Hawks’ grip becomes that of a vice, talons tearing into Dabi’s skin. Dabi fucks him slowly and Hawks can only moan with the bucks of Dabi’s hips.
“How’s that feel, birdie?”
“ Mmn, so fucki’gg good,” he croons. “Don’dt…stop.”
“So impatient,” Dabi mocks before claiming Hawks’ mouth as his in a passionate kiss. The heat they’d left behind from being by the fire is nothing compared to what’s between them now. It’s so easy for Hawks to get lost in the heat. In the erotic sounds of Dabi’s gravelly voice moaning, of him pumping into Hawks, of Hawks’ cock slapping against his stomach. His brain is fuzzy and warm, and the world around them has disappeared, and all that remains is Dabi and Hawks and the pleasure they can bring each other.
As Dabi begins to speed up, Hawks tries to slow his breath, though it’s for other reasons. “Dabi, hhh, I’m goh hhn- NGXxt! IhhXxshhu! Guh, fucgk, sorry.” He’s sure he’s managed to spray both of them in spite of his efforts to aim away. He knows he can feel it near his cock at this angle.
“Don’t apologize,” Dabi says back, panting slightly from his efforts. “Always like when my birdie sings for me.”
Hawks feels his arousal building past the point of return. “I’m hh…heh… guhh…nna hehH-! ” Hawks’ back arches as he cums, his hands pulling Dabi closer as he sneezes into his shoulder. “ hkSHHhu! Ihh…HehhdtShhhu! KShhh’ih!” His abdomen is hot and slick with cum and spray, and he’s not sure he’s done making a mess of himself.
“Bless. There’s my good birdie,” Dabi grits out before he himself cums, riding out his orgasm each time Hawks sneezes and clenches around him. “Fucking shit, Hawks,” he pants, cum spilling into him. “You’re so good.”
“ Heh’ihhshh! HehhKsshh! Fuuuck, hodt stuff.” Hawks sniffles hard, his nose already threatening to run once again. “ Hehh…Ehhshhu!”
Dabi cools off enough to reach over and grab the tissue box for Hawks. “Here, pretty bird,” he murmurs. Hawks gratefully pulls a few to hold up to his nose. When he blows his nose, he tries not to react to how productive it sounds. “You always sneeze this much?”
“Uh, just if I’m sick or somethi’gg.” Hawks says with a flush and grabs another tissue to blow his nose into. Definitely not to hide his face behind. Dabi seems satisfied with this answer and pulls a few tissues to help clean up the mess between them. They’re still a little sticky by the end of his efforts, but it’s a vast improvement from before.
“You want to grab a shower?” Dabi asks.
Hawks hesitates before shaking his head. “Ah, wait. Do I smell?”
Dabi scowls at him. “That’s not what I meant,’ he says rolling his eyes. “I usually smell like burning flesh, do you think I give a fuck?”
“No you don’dt.”
Dabi sighs and pulls the blanket over both of them. He pulls Hawks into his chest. “You’re gonna be comfortable like this?”
Hawks nods, curling into him. Dabi strokes his feathers and lightly moves them back into position. He listens to the sound of Dabi’s heart and enjoys the feelings that come with lying in this intimate position.
“ Kxt’ch!” Hawks stifles another sneeze, this time pulling his fist up in front of his nose.
“Bless,” Dabi murmurs. “Just let ‘em out, pretty bird.”
Hawks nods in thanks and lets Dabi pull him back in close. Their breathing slowly falls into sync, and then so do their heartbeats, and it’s not long before they fall asleep.