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The first time Dabi bears down on Hawks' cunt, it's with his fingers and tongue. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing, but he quickly learns to read the shivers and wriggles and when he sucks on his clit *just so*, it makes Hawks' thighs clench around him so nicely
There is drool and slick everywhere, and Hawks is a moaning wreck, grinding down on the wet warmth of Dabi's mouth with his fingers twisted in black hair.
Dabi's enjoying this way more than he thought he would, overwhelmed with the feel of Hawks' cunt in his mouth and the
Dabi's enjoying this way more than he thought he would, overwhelmed with the feel of Hawks' cunt in his mouth and the
scent of sweat and musk in the air. Curiously, he pulls back and, soothing Hawks' confused whine by rubbing his scarred cheek reassuringly on his thigh, he runs a finger over the thick, swollen bundle of nerves he'd been abusing with his tongue.
Above him, Hawks stiffens for a moment before he wriggles, and a whimpered little "more, please..." falls from his lips.
Using two fingers, Dabi plays with his cunt, running the tips of his fingers along it before slowly sinking them in, marvelling at how Hawks seems to
Using two fingers, Dabi plays with his cunt, running the tips of his fingers along it before slowly sinking them in, marvelling at how Hawks seems to
swallow them up, pulling them deeper until suddenly he *clenches* around them, and Dabi's dick gives a very interested twitch in response.
But he goes slowly, occasionally scissoring his fingers a little just to feel Hawks stretch around him, to feel how he shudders in his
But he goes slowly, occasionally scissoring his fingers a little just to feel Hawks stretch around him, to feel how he shudders in his
most private place.
Hawks' face has been a work of art this entire time, mouth open and eyes glazed over, occasionally gasping and moaning but otherwise quiet. Probably used to jerking off in silence, quickly and efficiently so he could get back to work.
Hawks' face has been a work of art this entire time, mouth open and eyes glazed over, occasionally gasping and moaning but otherwise quiet. Probably used to jerking off in silence, quickly and efficiently so he could get back to work.
His insides are so soft and warm and soaking wet, leaving a bright shine of slick on Dabi's fingers when he pulls them out and sucks on them, savoring the taste and the way Hawks' eyes widen at the sight.
Dabi has no idea what he's doing, but he's patient and he wants to hear Hawks scream.
So he slips his fingers back inside, chuckling at the way Hawks groans and lets his head thud back down, and keeps pushing them deeper, deeper, until he can't anymore.
So he slips his fingers back inside, chuckling at the way Hawks groans and lets his head thud back down, and keeps pushing them deeper, deeper, until he can't anymore.
He shifts them around, curious at the texture, until the very tip of his finger brushes something that causes Hawks to twitch. It feels strange, a kind of spongy spot close to his navel, and as he runs small, light circles around it, he watches Hawks' knees try to slam shut on
his hand, trap it inside.
Prying his legs open, Dabi presses harder into that spot, mentally calculating how he'd have to angle his dick as he begins suckling on Hawks clit again.
Anything to see that look on his face again, so blissed out and high on want and need.
Prying his legs open, Dabi presses harder into that spot, mentally calculating how he'd have to angle his dick as he begins suckling on Hawks clit again.
Anything to see that look on his face again, so blissed out and high on want and need.
He's surprised when Hawks suddenly convulses around him, back arching and wings flapping uselessly and a high, keening sound leaving his mouth. Around his fingers, the soft muscle spasms, clenching and unclenching in a lewd massage as Hawks somehow becomes *wetter.*
It's not a pornographic gush (though he'd love to see if he could prize that kind of reaction from the pretty, pretty bird above him), but Dabi loves it all the same.
He licks Hawks through his orgasm, lapping up his cum and opening his fingers just to feel him shudder,
He licks Hawks through his orgasm, lapping up his cum and opening his fingers just to feel him shudder,
the illusion of bring filled enough to make him weakly clench around him one more time before he finally falls back onto the table. Hawks is a sweaty, debauched mess on top of his paperwork, panting and whining as Dabi withdraws his fingers, but he doesn't protest when the
arsonist stretches over his body to press a filthy-sweet kiss to his lips, nipping at his mouth affectionately.
"What--what about you?" Hawks manages to get out between kisses.
Averting his eyes, Dabi mumbles something.
"What was that?" A grin steals across Hawks' face.
"What--what about you?" Hawks manages to get out between kisses.
Averting his eyes, Dabi mumbles something.
"What was that?" A grin steals across Hawks' face.
"Wanna see you do that again." Dabi repeats, but this time Hawks sees the blush just barely touching the tops of his high cheekbones, the nervousness in the way his tongue slips out, sneaking a taste of Hawks.
A shudder runs through those great wings like wind through cornsilk,
A shudder runs through those great wings like wind through cornsilk,
brilliant red rippling and reflecting darker crimson and the subtle banding marks that denote a hawk. They're only so faint because Hawks dyes them, being conditioned to look more angelic than predatory.
But as Hawks spreads his wings to fill Dabi's vision, rucked up shirt
But as Hawks spreads his wings to fill Dabi's vision, rucked up shirt
flashing a hint of abs that make Dabi want--they make Dabi want-- want *something* as Hawks slides off the desk and crowds Dabi back until he falls into the desk chair, he feels like *he's* the one about to be eaten.
After all, a bird of prey never forgets how to hunt.
"I can think of a few ways to get some use out of that tongue." Hawks swings a leg over and straddles Dabi's narrow hips, sitting down almost squarely on his cock, aching and trapped in his pants.
"I can think of a few ways to get some use out of that tongue." Hawks swings a leg over and straddles Dabi's narrow hips, sitting down almost squarely on his cock, aching and trapped in his pants.
The pressure and heat of Hawks' cunt make his head spin, and he's lost in a whirl of red feathers and gold eyes as Hawks pulls him close and melts any coherency he had left with a needy, hungry kiss.
When Dabi finally gasps for air, his voice is hoarse and already
When Dabi finally gasps for air, his voice is hoarse and already
sounding fucked-out.
"Lead the way, pretty bird."
"Lead the way, pretty bird."
