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Hawks had always viewed himself as a rather dominant person.
It makes sense: he’s this charming, suave hero. Every civilian he’s ever talked to has wanted to be swept off their feet; to experience this whirlwind romance. More often than not, his diehard fans would rather hear Pro Hero Hawks whisper words of praise into their ears than the reversed. Why wouldn’t they? They know of the praise that Hawks receives: he’s the number two hero! Everyone already clamors to his side, screaming words of adoration towards him every chance they get. It makes sense that his fans would fantasize about Hawks worshipping them, prioritizing their own enjoyment over his.
Hawks isn’t an idiot. Even though he’s only had sex a handful of times— all of which he was the top for— he knows not to expect different treatment from his sexual partners. He knows to expect to do all of the work.
After all, they aren’t aware of how superficial most praise towards Hawks is. They aren’t aware of his loneliness, his desire to be good— to be told that he’s good outside of his heroism.
Hawks didn’t realize that sex became another job for him. Another false form of connection where Hawks was meant to give his all to someone else, never allowed to take for himself.
Hawks had never bottomed before, but he wasn’t opposed to it. It often starred in his fantasies, with him lying on his back, letting someone else thoroughly praise him as they focus all their attention on pleasing him.
He wasn’t ever expecting this fantasy to become a reality… and then he met Dabi. He never intended to pursue Dabi in any way— he was a means to an end. Hawks was instructed to infiltrate the League of Villains and to take them down from the inside. He wasn’t meant to find the blue flame villain dangerously attractive. He wasn’t supposed to fantasize about Dabi’s cock— if it’s thick and long, if it’s pierced in any way. Hawks knows how irresponsible he is for letting his mind wander, for even considering Dabi an option for a sexual partner, but he can’t help it!
So now, when Dabi gives Hawks this seductive, wanting look while raking his eyes over his body, Hawks knows what he wants to do.
Sure, he’s not convinced that Dabi truly wants him specifically. Dabi just wants to fuck someone, and Hawks just happens to be a conventionally attractive option readily available. Hawks tells himself it doesn’t matter. He’s getting what he wants: to be fucked by the smoking hot villain he’s had his eye on, so why isn’t it enough?
He ignores these thoughts as Dabi makes his way across the living room of Hawks’ penthouse apartment, shoving Hawks up against a wall as he kisses him. His mouth is firm and hot in a way that makes Hawks gasp, urging Dabi to slide his tongue inside of his mouth.
It takes Hawks a minute to adjust, as Dabi slides his hand down his chest until it rests right above his concealed cock. Dabi’s fingers brush against Hawks’ belt buckle, attempting to free his ever hardening cock, but Hawks pushes him back.
“What? You shy or something?” Dabi asks as he pulls his hand away from Hawks’ cock, his tone dripping with sleaziness as his eyes attempt to communicate something else, something Hawks can’t quite read.
“Or something…” Hawks trails off, urging himself to maintain eye contact. Because looking away would be cowardly, and he isn’t a coward. “I’ve never… done this before.”
“Done what? Never had sex?” Dabi chuckles, his words light and teasing. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Bottomed.” Hawks says, watching Dabi’s eyes widen and the small smirk on his face widen into something less cruel. A moment of silence goes by, and Hawks considers that he maybe just ruined his one chance to bottom, but then Dabi lets out a light, airy laugh before leaning in closer.
Dabi leans far enough in for Hawks to smell the cigarette smoke off of his black jacket, just centimeters away from Hawks’ ear as he says, “Guess we’ll have to change that. It’s such a shame that someone as pretty as you hasn’t been fucked yet.”
Hawks doesn’t have time to respond as Dabi takes the edge of his ear into his warm mouth, causing Hawks to let out a quiet moan. Hawks turns his head away to expose more of his neck, allowing Dabi to trail hot kisses down his sensitive throat.
“Look at you now, you’re practically begging for my cock.” Dabi says lowly, sinking his teeth into Hawks neck just harsh enough to make Hawks’ gut curl with desire.
“Oh— f—” Hawks bites his lip. Dabi pulls his teeth out, lapping his tongue over the bite and placing a few pecks on it before he moves further down Hawks neck, reaching his collarbone. He trails soft kisses across Hawks’ neck and collarbone, and Hawks lightly snorts.
Hawks isn’t an idiot. He knows the type of person Dabi is: calculated and selfish, yet alluring and sexy at the same time. He doesn’t get why Dabi’s acting so considerate with his gentle kisses, easing Hawks’ nerves. Maybe he’s doing it for Hawks’ sake, due to Hawks’ sheer inexperience. He doesn’t think there’s any other reason for Dabi to act so careful besides that. Dabi’s a villain, he takes what he wants. Fucking an unprepared bottom would be unbearable and annoying, so it’s in Dabi’s best interest to start slow— that’s what makes the most sense in Hawks’ mind.
Hawks melts into the feeling of Dabi’s warm tongue as it laves up his neck, as if he was trying to cover ever spare inch of Hawks’ sensitive skin with his tongue. Hawks doesn’t understand, but he doesn’t think he needs to. All he needs is to live in this moment.
Dabi’s devilish tongue rakes over Hawks’ skin at an achingly slow pace, earning desperate moans from Hawks. Dabi pulls away the second he feels Hawks’ tremor and he wordlessly pulls Hawks down the hallway, opening bedroom doors until he finds one with an expensive king sized mattress draped in red sheets.
Dabi practically tosses Hawks onto the bed, but Hawks can’t find it in himself to care. Not when Dabi’s looking at him like he wants to devour him.
“Now, where were we?” Dabi says as he tugs Hawks’ uniform shirt up to expose his stomach and chest. His cheeks turn red as he tosses his flight jacket off of his bed. He tugs his shirt off, trying to ignore the burning look of arousal in Dabi’s eyes.
Hawks barely gets it off before Dabi zeroes in on his nipples, pinching one with one hand while his mouth engulfs the other.
“Ah—” Hawks bites his lip. “What was—”
“I can heat up more than just my hands, Birdie,” Dabi says, looking into Hawks’ eyes as he lightly traces his tongue in a circle around his nipple before diving in again. Hawks lets out a loud, desperate moan at the feeling of Dabi sucking and licking his nipple, squirming against the sheets underneath him.
A part of Hawks wants Dabi to hurry up— to quit teasing him and just get onto the good part. He’s the hero too fast for his own good, he doesn’t have time to waste on the unbearably torturous lavishing of his pecs. He’s impatient, but he bites his tongue. After all, he wants to be good… besides, a part of him kind of likes this feeling. He finally has someone prioritizing him, even if he’s sure Dabi would rather fuck someone else.
Hawks practically melts into the feeling, and his eyes flutter shut. But then the feeling stops and he feels Dabi pull away from his chest.
“Eyes on me.” Dabi says, all but commanding Hawks to pry his eyes open. A slight smile, almost gentle, stretches across Dabi’s face as he whispers, “Good boy.”
A light moan falls from Hawks lips before he can even stop it, and Dabi returns to his ministrations, continuing the slow drag of his tongue across Hawks’ chest, switching from one breast to the other.
Even as Dabi’s white lashes flutter, Hawks cannot find it in himself to pull his gaze away from Dabi’s piercing blue eyes.
Hawks doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s never had someone so focused on him. Sure, he’s had his fair share of unwanted stares from his eager fans, but he’s never experienced someone looking so earnestly at him— as if prying open his soul— watching him for every twitch and sigh, making sure he’s enjoying himself.
It’s too much. It’s overwhelming.
Dabi trails away from Hawks’ pecs, thoroughly sucked with wet kiss marks and tiny hickeys strewn across them, as he bites and kisses Hawks’ abs. His quick fingers trace along his hips, lingering around the waistband as if to ask for permission to tear his pants off.
Hawks nods as Dabi tugs his cargo pants and boxers off in one motion, exposing his cock. Dabi hummed, tracing his thumb over the wisp of pubic hair leading down his stomach before Dabi leans forwards to take Hawks’ cock into his mouth.
“Fuck! Dabi—” Hawks gasps, gripping the sheets beneath him, refusing to tear his eyes away from the sight of this sexy fire user experimentally rolling his cock around in his mouth. He eases into the feeling, clenching his eyes as Dabi practically sucks his soul through his cock.
Hawks conceals a moan, biting his lip as he feels his climax slow approach. And then Dabi stops.
Hawks opens his eyes to Dabi pulling away from his cock, guiding Hawks onto his hands and knees. He can feel the familiar burn in his cheeks, but he doesn’t say anything, allowing Dabi to lead the way.
Dabi pries his ass cheeks open, squeezing them in his firm hands as he leaves gentle kisses on Hawks’ lower back. His lips trail from the wisp of baby feathers under his wings down his ass crack, hovering inches above Hawks’ greedy hole.
“You okay?” Dabi asks, and Hawks finally realizes how shaky his arms have become.
“I’m fine. Just haven’t…” Hawks says, but he doesn’t continue.
Dabi understands anyways, placing a few more kisses on his cheeks before he says, “Might feel weird at first. Just try to relax into it.”
Before Hawks could even think of a reply, Dabi slides his tongue inside of his greedy hole. A moan escapes Hawks before he can muffle it, and Dabi makes a pleased grunt in response, sliding his long tongue in and out of Hawks, tracing his insides so thoroughly.
Hawks has never been eaten out before. He’s done his fair share of eating others out, but no one’s ever wanted to or even offered to eat him out— and he was far too ashamed and uncomfortable to suggest it himself. After all, he’s the number two hero. Imagine the scandal it would cause once one sleazy lay admitted to Hawks’ desire to have his ass eaten.
So no, he’s never so much as uttered his fantasies of this. But now he doesn’t have to.
Dabi firmly holds his cheeks apart, stretching his tongue as far as it can reach— which is quite far, with its unusual length— as he carves through Hawks’ hole with vigor. Hawks doesn’t realize how loud he’s moaning until he feels a stapled hand run along his hip as if to soothe him.
By the time Dabi pulls his tongue out of his desperate hole, Hawks’ mind is fuzzy with this deep feeling of want. He lets out a rough sigh as he feels one of Dabi’s fingers circle around his puckered hole.
He expects himself to be more prepared for what’s next. If there’s one this he is experienced with in regard to bottoming, it would be being fingered. He’s spent countless hours fingering himself, wishing it were someone else prodding his insides. He already knew he loved the feeling of fingers sliding in and out of his asshole, even if they were his own.
Hawks arches his back, twisting his neck to get a good look at Dabi’s hand. They’re flat, slender, and veiny, almost deathly pale, but there’s something else about them.
His fingers are long, Hawks’ eyes widen as he turns his head back to stare at his own hands. His own fingers are a decent length as well, but Dabi’s are longer, with an extra couple of centimeters that will certainly feel noticeable.
“Oh—” Hawks sighs as Dabi slowly pushes a finger inside of him.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Dabi says, resting his warm hand on Hawks’ lithe waist, patiently pumping his finger in and out of him before he slides a second finger in.
Shaky breathes leave Hawks as he tries and fails to control his breathing while stifling his moans.
It’s humiliating to make such loud noises from the briefest finger movement. He doesn’t even want to know what facial expression Dabi’s making right now— maybe mocking, maybe pitying.
Dabi curls his fingers, finally acknowledging Hawks’ aching prostate, and Hawks’ knees finally buckle.
He gives up maintaining his dignity as his face smushes against the pillow underneath him and his hips land flush against the mattress, his cock crushed between his stomach and the sheets underneath him.
Dabi’s fingering starts patient and slow, yet quickly picks up to a brutal pace as he keeps his gaze set on Hawks’ face. The air thickens as they make eye contact, with Hawks slamming his eyes shut as he feels his orgasm creep closer and closer.
“Dabi— I’m— fuck!” Hawks lets out. Dabi only stalls his fingering as Hawks’ moans turn desperate and whiny, watching as Hawks comes just from his fingering alone.
Hawks takes a moment to breathe, wincing at the sticky feeling of his come drying on his stomach and the sheets beneath him. He takes a sharp breath as he lifts his head to look back at Dabi— and goddamn what a sight he sees.
His eyes are blown out and he licks his lip, staring at Hawks like he wants to eat him alive. He feels his aching cock slowly fill out once more at the sight of the bulge in Dabi’s pants— specifically the wet spot that could only be explained by Dabi’s drooling tip.
“I’ve—“ Hawks starts, but he cuts himself off. Instead, he returns his gaze to Dabi’s face, allowing confusion to wash over him.
It’s clear that Dabi’s aroused, Hawks expected as much. But there’s something else in his eyes. Hawks expected Dabi’s infamous, irritatingly sexy smirk to adorn his face, but it’s not.
His smile is soft, almost— as soft as Dabi’s smile could be. Still, his eyes communicate… something else. Something Hawks can’t quite define.
Hawks snaps out of it as he watches Dabi strip his shirt, pants, and boxers off before palming his own cock as he shamelessly stares at the splatter of come on Hawks’ stomach.
It’s white, Hawks briefly thinks, eyes widened at the trail of pubic hair leading to Dabi’s cock. His mind quickly moves on when his eyes catch on to something else.
It’s pierced. With four barbell piercings across the underside of his shaft and one silver piercing at the tip, Hawks can’t help but stare. That’s going to be inside of me.
The sound of Dabi’s laugh— all light and muffled— snaps Hawks out of awe, and Hawks turns his head away. He can feel his cheeks flush red.
Dabi leans closer, gently turning his face before placing a delicate kiss on his lips. He aligns his cock and Hawks can feel the cold metal as Dabi inches his way into him, whispering against his lips, “You’re so beautiful.”
Despite the unfamiliar stretch paired with the cool temperature of the piercings, Hawks finds himself relaxing into the feeling as Dabi runs his warm hands over his body.
As soon as Dabi bottoms out, he waits for Hawks’ signal to move, tracing his sides as he whispers words of reassurance to calm him.
Hawks doesn’t say this— he wouldn’t be able to face Dabi again if he did— but he’s grateful for Dabi’s patience. He wasn’t expecting it to last, especially with his cock buried inside of Hawks.
A minute goes by before Hawks softly moans, his cock now fully hard again, and he lets out a noise of impatience. Dabi takes this as his sign to move, moving as his piercings drag at an achingly slow pace in and out of him. Hawks gasps at the overwhelming, gut sinking feeling as he grips the sheets beside him, letting his sharp nails sink into them without a care in the world. It doesn’t matter if he destroys his sheets. What matters now is this feeling— this moment— that he wants to last forever.
Dabi’s movements slowly but surely pick up in pace. He leans closer to Hawks’ ear, changing the angle ever so slightly, as he whispers sweet nothings into his ear.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you.” Dabi says. The mixture of Dabi’s desperate kisses along his neck, Dabi’s shifting hips deepening the angle, and the praise is too much for Hawks. It’s overwhelming.
“I can’t believe I get to see you like this.“ Dabi sighs, a small whimper escaping his lips as he thrusts into Hawks. His arms shake as he holds himself back, allowing for Hawks to get comfortable with a consistently building pace.
His words are sweet, but Hawks forces himself to disregard them. Because that’s the type of person Dabi is: he’s the type of person to say the right things just to get his dick wet.
It doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything. Hawks doesn’t know what he’d do if it did mean something to Dabi, in the same way it’s meaningful to Hawks.
Hawks had expected Dabi to be rough and demanding in bed— the same way he acts when he’s perusing the streets, searching for villain recruits. He never expected Dabi to thrust slowly with precision, shifting his hips once more to hit Hawks’ prostate as his warm hands hold his hips like he’s something worth cherishing.
Dabi leaves hot kisses, almost burning hot, along his neck, trailing back up to his ear to murmur, “You’re so pretty. You feel incredible, baby.”
The praise goes straight to Hawks’ cock as it painfully writhes around, drooling all over his stomach.
“You’re such a good boy,” Dabi moans into his ear, causing Hawks to whine as he comes for a second time. Dabi comes mere seconds afterwards, filling Hawks’ insides before he falls forward to lay on top of him.
A few minutes go by as they catch their breath before Dabi pulls out. Hawks gasps at the empty, hollow feeling left behind, feeling Dabi’s come drip down his leg as he stares at the splatter of it drenching his piercings. It’s erotic, and Hawks’ gut stirs at the sight of it.
The logical thing for Dabi to do would be to leave immediately. He got what he wanted. What other reason would he have to stay?
But Dabi surprises Hawks. Instead of leaving Hawks alone to clean up the mess, Dabi places hurried kiss marks over his stomach, whispering a quick “be right back” before walking away. He returns with a glass of water and a damp wash cloth, handing the glass to Hawks as Dabi wipes the hero free from the come covering his stomach and thighs.
Hawks finds his breathing slow, but the words won’t form as he remains shocked.
His confusion increases as Dabi tosses the wash cloth to the side, crawling back into bed and wrapping his arms around him.
“What—” Hawks attempts.
But Dabi kisses Hawks’ shoulder, nuzzling into it. “Shh. Sleep now. Talk later.”
Before Hawks can think of an appropriate, reasonable response, the light sound of snoring can be heard from Dabi, and Hawks decides to go along with it.
He eases into this feeling in his chest— the warm, gooey feeling that he’s never felt with his previous sexual partners before— as he leaves a gentle kiss on Dabi’s forehead, dozing off alongside him.