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The night was cold and damp, slick with heavy fog and heady smoke from the unseemly industrial plants around the city. The loose gravel crunched under his feet as he stalked through the hazy twilight. His dark coat kept the chill from creeping into his bones as he continued on his path, following the delicious scent of his prey.
He could practically hear his favorite meal’s heart pulsing through the streets, synchronized beats growing louder in his ears as he edged closer. The chatter of voices was drowned out by that one rhythmic pulse. His nose led him down blackened streets and between musty alleyways. His sturdy boots made ripples in forgotten puddles as he trekked on.
And then there he was.
He was a beam of sunlight in the dark, his golden hair dimmed by the night. Blood-red wings rested relaxed at his back. A fur-lined coat adorned him to keep the cold night away. He could see just a peek of the freckled skin at the back of his neck, and he licked his lips in appreciation and anticipation.
With inhuman speed, he stalked up to his prey, grabbing him by the waist and baring his fangs right at the pulse point at his neck, having just enough restraint to wait right there as his treasure realized just who was about to drain his precious ichor.
“You could at least wait ‘til I’ve eaten,” his meal said.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Dabi drawled, moving up to his prey’s ear and teething at the lobe. His lover groaned at the feeling, body already pressing further into Dabi’s strong body.
“If you aren’t patient, you won’t get your reward,” his lover said.
Dabi raised an eyebrow. His love wriggled his way out of his arms briefly to turn and face him.
Golden eyes pierced the night as they stared into his own. A smile was playing at his lips. Taloned hands wrapped around his neck and played at the hairs on his nape. Dabi made quick work of wrapping his arms once again around his grabbable waist.
Hawks practically purred in his arms. His harpy was more than delighted to play this little teasing game with him. Dabi knew his pretty bird had probably heard him coming from a mile away. And Dabi loved testing the limits of both their skills like this.
“I have a surprise for you,” Hawks whispered in the space between their lips. “But if you can’t be a good boy, then I can’t give it to you,” Hawks teased, letting the enticing offer stand in the small space between them.
Dabi weighed his options. On the one hand, Hawks smelled so delectable. The pretty bird’s pulsing, beating rhythm was calling him. It would be wonderful to take him right there, in the damp alleyway where anyone could see them. And he knew Hawks would let him. If the smell of arousal was anything to go by, Hawks, too, was hoping their encounter would lead to something more.
But if there was one thing Dabi loved more than anything, it was being good. And this reward interested him more than he was willing to let on.
With slight reluctance, he pulled away from the dazzling harpy.
“Alright then, Dove,” Dabi said. “I’ll play by your rules. For now.”
Hawks smirked at him, reaching out his hand. Dabi took it immediately, letting Hawks lead him to whatever nasty dive bar Hawks was feeling up to that night.
Compared to the chill of the night, the palm of Hawks’ taloned hand was like a furnace. It warmed up Dabi’s cold insides, filled him with a giddiness only Hawks could bring out. The pretty harpy turned into a small shack; its windows shining with warm yellow light. The interior was filled with laughing smiling customers, many dressed in pressed suits, ties loosened and enjoying a beer with presumed coworkers. Hawks ordered for them both: karaage for Hawks and a beer for both, and sat them down at a booth near the back. Not once did he let go of Dabi’s hand ‘til they were both comfortable sitting down.
Hawks shook out his wings, trying to banish the cold and damp from his feathers, heedless of the stares he was getting. Dabi wanted to run his hands along the pretty red feathers. He knew his bird loved preening. And Dabi’s hands were more than skillful in stroking the soft feathers until hawks was writhing and whimpering into his skin.
If it weren’t for his promise to be good, he’d have been tempted to take those beautiful feathers in between his teeth. Dabi didn’t really care about decorum. Didn’t particularly care if others saw. They were both shameless in that way. Hawks would pretend he hated it, but Dabi would see that twinkle in his eye and know he was enjoying it too.
“See something you like?” Hawks teased, bringing Dabi out of his reverie.
Dabi made a show of eyeing him up and down. He lingered on his neck, where the freckled skin peeked out from above his turtleneck. Then he roved his eyes down to his chest. Sweater tight enough to see his defined pecks.
“Wondering when my food will be ready is all,” Dabi said pointedly.
Hawks chuckled. “So impatient,” he said. “Don’t you know good things come to those who wait?” Hawks said over his beer.
Dabi was saved from making a smarmy comment by their server bringing out the fresh, steaming karaage. Hawks’ eyes immediately lit up, his wings puffing up slightly in delight, all thoughts except the fried chicken leaving Hawks’ birdbrain.
Dabi watched as Hawks shoveled the food into his mouth, making wanton moans at the taste. If Dabi hadn’t been wet before, the groans coming from his lover would have pushed him over.
Watching him stuff his face shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. But Dabi could imagine those glossy lips sucking his own dick. That mouth kissing the bundle of nerves. He could imagine that pink tongue prodding his folds and licking his way into Dabi’s sopping cunt.
Hawks ate with the ferocity of a starving man, though Dabi knew he was well fed, having personally fed Hawks himself when they stayed in his hovel for a house. Dabi was always getting onto the harpy about eating proper meals and getting lots of water, especially after Hawks had chosen to be Dabi’s main source of sustenance.
“Had enough pretty-bird?” Dabi asked him.
Hawks looked up from his feast, cheeks filled with chicken and bone.
“Not yet,” Hawks said over a mouthful. “You know how much I eat.”
Dabi sighed. “You eat anymore, and all your blood is gonna taste like grease and poultry.”
Hawks pouted, swallowing his bite. “I promise I’m almost finished. Just one more round?”
It was not just one more round.
Hawks was an animal, tearing into order after order. Dabi couldn’t seem to care, especially not when Hawks would take his grease-stained fingers and lick them clean, teasingly. Putting on a show for Dabi. It made his insides churn pleasantly.
By the time Hawks was satisfied, Dabi was ready to take him right there. As if able to read his thoughts, Hawks took him by the hand, paid his bill, and stormed out of the bar.
They were barely two feet out the door when Dabi slammed him against the wall, bringing him into a heated kiss. Hawks answered with ferocity, diving into Dabi’s mouth.
Dabi could taste the heavy meal Hawks had along with the cheap beer. It would be a turn-off had it been anybody else but Hawks. Instead, it just made Dabi feel even more ravenous, needing to taste every inch of him.
They pulled away with a pop, breathing heavily into the cold night air. Dabi moved down, kissing down his jaw, to his lovely neck, stopping to lick and suck around the pulse point, which was beating faster as Dabi continued his ministrations. He felt his lover’s breath hitch at the shink of his fangs coming out, not yet aiming to puncture the delicate freckled skin. Only just teasing at it.
Hawks cleared his throat and Dabi felt the way his muscles spasmed under him. “N-not, n-not yet,” he stuttered out, and Dabi was pleased to hear how wrecked he already sounded. “My place. I’ve got your surprise there.”
Dabi hummed, but didn’t pull off him, still enjoying licking and sucking at the supple skin. Hawks sighed pleasantly at the feeling, not wanting Dabi to pull off either. Dabi wanted to go lower. Wanted to lick and suck and bite all the way down to his pretty thighs. Wanted to drink the sweet-smelling nectar straight from his cunt.
Eventually, Hawks pulled him up by his hair. His eyes were already hazy with lust, Wings puffed out in pleasure. His freckles stood out on his red ruddied skin.
“My place,” Hawks repeated, sucking fistfuls of cold air back into his lungs.
Dabi obliged him.
They all but ran back to Hawks’ apartment, occasionally taking detours to kiss and lick and bite each other, until they were finally up the stairs. Hawks could barely get the key in the lock with how much he was shaking in lust and anticipation and Dabi chuckled at the sight.
The door was opened and then unceremoniously slammed shut as Dabi dove back on him, shedding clothes all the way to the bedroom until they were both clad only in their boxers. They fell uncoordinated onto the fluffy bed, Hawks letting out a surprised sound as Dabi kept kissing and kissing and rutting into him.
Hawks moaned as Dabi continued to make humps and thrusts into him, their clothed dicks meeting in the middle and making them both cry out in pleasure. Dabi wanted to feast. Wanted to take and take and take. He wanted the taste and the rush. Wanted all of Hawks.
Dabi once again nosed at the pulse-point of Hawks’ neck, and the harpy completely stiffened.
“W-wait, fuck-” Hawks cried out in pleasure as Dabi sucked more freckled skin into his mouth. “Hold on, hold on,” he said, laughing when Dabi gave him a glare.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Hawks lightly berated. “I need to get your present.”
“Startin’ to think you just want to keep me on edge all night,” Dabi said, reluctantly getting off him.
Hawks laughed. “A little bit of that too,” he said, hopping off the bed before Dabi could retaliate.
“I’ll just be a minute, I promise,” he said from the other room.
Dabi tapped his foot impatiently on Hawks’ carpeted bedroom floor. His boxers were uncomfortably wet, and his fangs were begging to be unsheathed so he could finally have his meal. Whatever surprise Hawks had in store ought to be a good one. The vampire couldn’t wait much longer.
Luckily, Hawks was back, practically flittering towards him, with a decorated box in-hand.
Dabi scoffed at the candy-cane explosion that was his choice of wrapping paper. “Seriously bird-brain?” he said, gesturing to the atrocious packaging.
The harpy’s wings fell in embarrassment. “It was the cheapest wrapping paper they had,” he pouted.
“Uh-huh,” Dabi said disbelievingly.
“Look, that’s not the point,” Hawks said, annoyed. “Come on and open it!” he exclaimed.
Dabi rolled his eyes, making swift work of getting rid of the tacky paper. Under the flimsy paper was a rather ornate box, golden engravings glinting in the lowlight. The tapestry of runes and markings were foreign to Dabi, despite his studies into the arcane.
The craftsmanship of the box alone led Dabi to believe that this was the work of witches.
This gift was looking to be quite interesting already.
Dabi opened the clasps on the box, surprised at the ease of it. Usually witches’ boxes required a lot more magical finagling to pry open. On the inside were more runes, and a delicate silken handkerchief.
Dabi raised on eyebrow. “A piece of cloth?” he asked.
Hawks shook his head. “No, no, under the cloth!” he said, impatient and exasperated.
Dabi chuckled at his lover’s impatience, and then moved the cloth away to reveal…
…a dildo.
“A dildo,” Dabi said out loud.
“It’s more than a normal dildo,” Hawks said. “Come on, look closely,” Hawks told him.
Dabi scoffed, but did as he was told. It was large and thick, just the way he knew Hawks liked (the size queen he was). The midnight blue color made the golden runes stick out. Once again, Dabi couldn’t decipher the meaning behind the magic language.
“A magical dildo,” he said.
“A magical strapless strap!” Hawks said, pleased with himself for giving Dabi… whatever this was.
“Okay…?” Dabi said, “What exactly does it do?” he asked the harpy.
At that question, Hawks’ expression turned to something delightfully devious.
“Would you like to try it out?” Hawks asked lowly.
“Without knowing what it’ll do to me?” Dabi said, unimpressed.
“C’mon Hot-Stuff,” Hawks pleaded, wrapping his arms around the vampire. “you don’t trust me?” he asked. “Do you think I’d willfully put you in any sort of danger?”
Yes, was the answer Dabi had on his tongue. You have plenty of times.
Hawks curled further into his space, kissing up from his jaw to the shell of his ear.
“Wouldn’t you like to be a little adventurous tonight?” Hawks whispered into his ear. He took a nip of his lobe and Dabi unconsciously shivered.
Fortunately for Hawks, Dabi’s clit usually spoke for him when his favorite pet got like this.
“Fine,” Dabi relented. “I’ll try this strapless strap on for size,” he said.
Hawks all but cheered, getting off of him, and doing Dabi the favor of taking the intricate dick out for him. He looked kind of stupid holding the thing in his hand, its colors more fitted for a thick curtain and not a sex toy.
Hawks eyed Dabi’s boxers. “Well? You gonna strip or what?” he asked.
Dabi sneered. “You just want me naked first,” he accused.
“Guilty,” Hawks said, sticking his tongue out cheekily.
Dabi made quick work of his underwear. He was more than happy to see the way Hawks’ eyes immediately drew to his white wiry bush. Hawks licked his lips, and Dabi only had a little time to feel a flush of embarrassment before his lover was on his knees off the bed, face level with his dick.
He stared hungrily, hand still holding the midnight blue cock, but not moving to put it on Dabi.
“Hey baby bird,” Dabi rasped out, “see something you like?” he asked.
Hawks’ eyes dilated. “Can I have a taste?” he asked, pleadingly.
Dabi shook his head. “Weren’t you the one who wanted to strap me up?” Dabi teased.
Hawks whined. “Pleaaaasseee,” he drew out. “Nothing tastes as good as your cunt,” he said bluntly, and Dabi blushed at the praise. Just a few bits of praise and Dabi was already caving to his lovely harpy’s desires.
He was a goner for sure.
“Just a taste,” Dabi said, spreading his thighs for easier access.
Hawks immediately filled the space, breathing in Dabi’s musky scent. He nosed at his mound, and took a deep breath, face red with arousal. Dabi slid his fingers into that soft feathery-blond hair, not pulling on it yet, but steadying it for when he eventually would need to pry his insatiable bird off him.
Hawks gave small, tentative licks to his folds, and if Dabi hadn’t been wet before, he certainly was now. He stayed still, let Hawks take his time exploring his folds with his tongue, let him dive into his pussy. That same tongue swirled around his dick, and Dabi’s breath came in sharp, body quivering under his ministrations. His harpy was getting lost in it already, eyes glazed over, tongue getting braver with each passing second.
Dabi didn’t let him go too far, however. The moment Hawks started prodding at his entrance, the vampire pulled his lover off, yanking him by that pretty head of soft hair.
Hawks already looked debauched, and he knew from experience his lover’s pussy was probably running like a faucet right now.
“That’s enough,” Dabi said sharply, and Hawks whined.
“Please more?” Hawks asked meekly, and Dabi clicked his tongue at him.
“We agreed on just a taste, little bird,” Dabi said. “And I think you’ve had more than your fill.” He smirked at him. “Besides, don’t you have something important you need to help me with?” he asked him.
Slowly, Hawks nodded, as much as he could with Dabi’s hands still fisted tightly in his hair. When Dabi was sure Hawks was coherent, he let him go.
“Needy thing,” Dabi chastised. “Forgot what you needed to do all because you got a whiff of pussy. Pathetic.”
Hawks practically purred at the degrading words. Dabi knew he loved a little condescension, and Dabi enjoyed giving it right back.
Hawks shook himself, trying to come back from his aroused stupor. He gave a small lingering kiss to Dabi’s scarred thigh, before finally setting out to do what he promised. The strap-on still looked garish, but Dabi couldn’t help the excitement of the unknown. And his bird was still eyeing Dabi like he was the coveted meal, and not the other way around.
Dabi wasn’t sure how the thing would clip onto him, not seeing a strap or an insert like their usual strapless straps. Hawks, however, seemed to know exactly how to work it. His eyes didn’t waiver as Hawks inserted the bulb into his folds. Dabi accepted the intrusion easily, his wetness and arousal doing wonders for lubrication.
Hawks maneuvered it some more until there was a clip on his clit and then….
Dabi’s whole body gave a shiver as the runes on the dildo slowly lit up and…
He was feeling Hawks’ hand still holding the strap. He was feeling Hawks’ hand on his-
“Ohhhh my gods,” Dabi breathed out.
Hawks’ hand left the strap and Dabi felt it. He felt… so much… There were inputs coming from the contraption, heightening his already high arousal and making him feel so…
“Feels good, right?” Hawks asked him teasingly.
“So good,” Dabi warbled out. With all the new information coming from the thing, Dabi was almost reluctant to add any new stimuli.
However…
Against his better judgment, he grabbed at the thing with his hands and immediately felt sparks of pleasure up and down his spine. He couldn’t help but start moving his hand up and down the thing, getting lost in the sensation. It felt… It was like he had a real cock.
He moaned, feeling the tension building. God, he could cum just like this, jacking off to his cock. He had almost forgotten about his meal until he heard the pretty thing start moaning.
When Dabi looked past his aching hard cock, he saw Hawks, now back on the bed, touching himself through his boxers. The wet spot in his shorts was getting darker by the second. It was enough to send Dabi over the edge, and he saw stars as he jerked himself to completion.
He heard Hawks climax a little after him, chirps and purrs filling the space between them. When they both came down from the first high of the night, Dabi could barely breathe.
“Holy shit,” he croaked out, still seeing his new cock hard as a rock.
“Like it?” Hawks asked, already sounding fucked out.
“Where the fuck did you get this?” Dabi asked incredulously.
“You’d be surprised what you can find at magic sex shops,” Hawks told him. “Woman who works it was talking about how she made the runes herself, and put those on her own toys to pleasure her wife,” he explained. “So, of course I had to get it.”
Dabi snorted. “You fell for a sales pitch?” Dabi asked him.
“Hey it’s working out, isn’t it?” Hawks asked him pointedly. He trailed a taloned finger down its shaft and Dabi couldn’t hold back his whine.
“Fuck,” Dabi breathed out.
“That’s the idea, Hot Stuff,” Hawks said.
His lover kissed him sensually and then his voice went low and gravelly. “Need you to suck me dry, and then fuck me into oblivion with your new cock,” he told him bluntly.
And who was Dabi to deny his bird?
He flipped them over, Hawks now on his back, wings fluffed out beautifully, legs already spread nicely for him. The only flaw in this wonderful picture was that Hawks’ boxers were still tragically on.
Dabi moved his hands down to the hem of the offending clothing. “Can I rip these off you?” Dabi asked him.
“Please,” Hawks said, his eyes lit in lust.
With his inhuman strength, he tore the fabric off him like it was tissue paper, and watched in glee as his lover’s eyes dilated more. Dabi trailed hands down his exposed skin, stopping briefly to rub at Hawks’ sensitive nubs, watched the harpy keen and arch his back. He couldn’t help but palm the soft flesh and knead at it tenderly, knowing the sensation made his dove crazy.
Dabi’s own chest was a mixture of scar tissue and scratches, two matching jagged scars standing most prominent. Hawks loved playing with Dabi’s chest the same, paying most of his attention to the golden piercings on his nipples. It drove them both crazy and made Dabi practically fall apart at the seams.
Now he was returning the favor, making Hawks squirm and whine at the attention. He licked his lips, feeling his fangs jut out. He was drooling just looking at him. Was so tempted to bite at the wonderful tit-flesh he knew drew them both crazy.
He bent down, started kissing and sucking, laving his tongue on his soft chest. He pressed his fangs against his lover’s freckled skin, felt his heartrate jump, breathing getting heavier. Then, just before Dabi could puncture the skin, he backed off, went further down. He heard Hawks whine, and it made Dabi chuckled.
“Patient, pretty bird,” Dabi told him, “I still need to taste you properly,” he told him.
“Well pick up the pace a little,” Hawks whined out.
Dabi rolled his eyes and the continued his trail of sucking and kissing (and a little bit of biting) down his body. He nuzzled at the soft hairs and downy feathers of his happy trail, all the way to his mound before once again pulling away.
“C’monnnnn,” Hawks whined. “Fucking bite me already!”
Dabi ignored him, he could feel his cock throbbing, but he ignored that, too. He loved making Hawks beg and plead for him. Hawks’ dick was poking out, flushed and red with need. Dabi wanted to take the bud between his teeth, wanted to eat him out, wanted to… wanted to…
He pulled back up, kissed Hawks’ jaw, and then down his neck once again, nuzzled at the pulse point hammering just beneath the supple skin. Hawks let him, eagerly and impatiently waiting for Dabi to finally bite down. Dabi’s stomach was rolling, mouth drooling. He needed his lover’s taste. He needed the fresh red crimson. His fangs ached and his cock was hard. Despite the dildo never going down, it was like he could feel it getting rock hard again after his first orgasm. This magic thing was amazing.
Dabi fangs shinked open, and in one swift motion, he pierced Hawks’ soft freckled flesh. Hawks cried out in ecstasy from the pain-pleasure, and then moaned as the aphrodisiac venom washed through his system. Dabi knew his bird was now half-crazed with lust just from the bite, and he was about to bring him further into mindless ecstasy.
The taste of crimson on his tongue was heavenly. Rich and thick and completely Hawks. Dabi moaned at the taste, licking and sucking it into his mouth. He felt Hawks grip him tight, talons scratching his back pleasantly.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck,” Hawks said intelligently. “Yes, fuck ouggggghhh…” He was panting heavily as Dabi lapped up more and more blood from him. Dabi’s artificial cock hung heavy between them, and as he was drinking, Dabi shifted until his cock was between Hawks’ legs. Then he started rutting into him.
“Fuck, yes, fuck oh Dabi fuck!” Hawks cried out as Dabi rutted against his throbbing clit. The feeling of it sent pricks of pleasure up and down Dabi’s spine and he lost himself to the motion and to the honeyed taste of the harpy’s blood.
The moment Hawks’ grip started getting weaker, Dabi pulled away, using his tongue to lick the trickles of blood clean. Hawks whined as both the warm feeling on his neck and the sensation of Dabi’s cock both disappeared.
“No,” Hawks whined. “No, please,” he said. When Dabi pulled up, he could see tears beading at the corner of Hawks’ eyes. “Need you,” he said. “Need you in me please, please, please, please…”
“Hey, hey,” Dabi said, trying to get his attention. “Hawks, hey, look at me,” he commanded.
With teary eyes, Hawks looked up at him, still desperate to have Dabi inside again.
“That’s it,” Dabi said. “Look right into my eyes, baby bird.”
Like the good boy he was, Hawks looked directly into his eyes, letting Dabi’s thrall seep into his bones and calm him down. Dabi watched as the panic fled his eyes and he got lost in Dabi’s deep blue enthralling stare. Hawks’ eyes glazed over pleasantly and his breathing evened out the longer he looked.
“There we go,” Dabi praised. “There’s my good boy,” he consoled as he ran a hand through Hawks’ soft and sensitive feathers. One of the many perks of being a vampire was being able to calm Hawks down with just a look. It was helpful when Hawks was getting overwhelmed. It was also very useful in bed when they wanted to do more kinky play.
“What’s your color, dove?” Dabi asked him, still running his hands up and down those beautiful crimson feathers, soothing the overwhelm that had gripped him before.
“Green,” Hawks said immediately, dazed eyes still locked onto Dabi’s.
Dabi nodded. “Are you okay to keep going?” Dabi asked.
Hawks nodded, head lolling with the thrall still keeping him docile.
“Please,” he said earnestly and needily.
That was all Dabi needed to hear.
Without wasting a second, he stole the harpy’s breath away with a kiss, licking inside his mouth and savoring the hot pants of breath against his lips. Dabi was sure Hawks could taste the lingering iron of his own blood in his mouth and he moaned in ecstasy as Dabi bit down on his lip. Gods, Dabi could ravage his angel forever. He loved tasting every inch of skin and hearing those delicious noises ripped from his lover’s throat. Loved watching his dazed and hazy expression as he lost himself to the pleasure. Loved those piercing gold eyes only focusing on Dabi, never straying from his lover.
His Master.
His hands gripped his lover’s tiny waist, soft skin pliant beneath his callous fingers. Hawks whimpered at the feeling of it. Gods, he looked so gone already. His face was flushed, eyes hazy and dazed, drool fell enticingly from his lips…. Both pairs of lips in fact. His pussy was leaving quite a stain on the bedspread.
Dabi’s cock throbbed at the sight. He needed to be inside now.
Without warning, he plunged two fingers into Hawks’ sopping-wet pussy. Hawks’ feathers fanned out behind him in surprised ecstasy.
“Fuck!” he said intelligently. “Fuuuuuccckkk yes, yes, yes, yes, yes ohhhhhhh…”
“Damn you’re so ready for me, huh?” Dabi taunted. “Leaking onto the covers like the whore you are” he said, pistoning his fingers in and out of that beautiful cunt. He relished in the way Hawks sucked his fingers up, as if begging him to stay inside. Gods, that wet tight heat felt so good just on Dabi’s fingers. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like sucking in his dick…
At the mention of it, his cock gave a needy pulse. Fuck, he was so hard. So needy. He didn’t take long stretching Hawks enough to take the big strap. Then without warning, he pulled completely out.
Hawks gave a particularly pathetic whine at the loss of contact, and Dabi had to shush and soothe him away from overstimulation. He rubbed up and down the harpy’s side, gave him another lingering kiss.
Then he lined up his new cock. It wasn’t his first time using a strap-on, but still he faltered. He had no idea how it would actually feel to be inside Hawks. And even if he was aching to fuck him into oblivion, he was still nervous about the actual feeling of it.
“What’re you waitin’ for?” Hawks slurred out. “Fuck me stupid already!” he begged.
“Needy thing,” Dabi chastised. “Not sure you could get any more stupid than you are right now.”
Hawks furrowed his brow, but before he could begin to protest, Dabi pushed in…
And…
“Oh my gods.”
Both harpy and vampire moaned in unison.
The feeling of it. Being surrounded by his lover…
Dabi had to stop and take a breath, lest the feeling alone push him over the edge.
His pretty bird pulsed around his dick and Dabi had to hold back a whine of his own.
“Holy shit,” Dabi couldn’t hold back. “Oh my gods fuck! Fuck, Birdie you feel so good around my dick. Fucking hell sucking me up like that, holy shit.” Dabi couldn’t stop his word-vomit.
Eventually though, Hawks got tired of waiting for Dabi to get with the program, leveraging himself enough to fuck himself on Dabi’s cock.
The feeling of it jolted Dabi into action, and he began meeting Hawks’ thrusts in earnest. He tightened his hold on Hawks’ waist, stopping Hawks in his tracks, and then picked up his pace.
“Yes!” Hawks cried out. “Like that! Just like that, fuck. Fucking me so good,” Hawks babbled and cried, pleasurable tears falling down his face.
Dabi was in heaven, fucking into Hawks with such voracity, feeling his walls clench around him like he’d never felt before. Actually feeling the sensation. It was driving him crazy in the best way. He was barely holding onto his sanity, and he knew he was close.
As soon as he felt the inevitable pushing on him, he gripped his lover’s chin gently, forcing dazed eyes back on him.
“Do you want to cum, Baby Bird?” He asked him, not stopping the intensity of his thrusts.
“Yes,” Hawks pleaded. “Need to cum. Need you to fill me up. Breed me. Fill me. Please!” he cried out.
And those words alone were enough to push Dabi over the edge.
With one last spurt of psychic energy, he commanded Hawks to cum just as he snapped.
He could feel Hawks’ walls clenching with fervor, heard the sweet birdsong of Hawks letting go, and Dabi answered in harmony, riding the high of it, even as he felt overstimulation setting in.
The intensity, the ecstasy, the beauty of it felt like it lasted a lifetime and ended in an instant. Dabi kissed Hawks passionately as the last of the high faded into a pleasant thrumming bliss. Hawks answered his kiss with sensual licks into his mouth as they both settled into a slow sated rhythm.
Hawks was boneless under him, giving pleased chirps and purrs, wings coming around Dabi; it was an act of claiming Dabi never got tired of. For a while, Dabi just soaked in the beauty of his dove, not bothering to pull out just yet. If Hawks was uncomfortable, he didn’t show it, nuzzling into Dabi and giving butterfly kisses to his cheek.
Later, when the stickiness and dried sweat became unbearable for Dabi, he drew a bath for the both of them to soak in the feeling together.
(Pulling off the magic strap had been the strangest sensation. In the short time he’d been wearing it, it had started to feel part of him. Taking it off felt akin to having a phantom limb).
For a while they were quiet, cuddling in the slightly too small tub and gently caressing each other. Dabi was content to stay just like this, soaking in the warmth and his lover’s presence.
But of course, Hawks had to open his smart mouth.
“Sooooooooooooooooo?” Hawks drew out. The sound of it rumbled in Dabi’s chest.
“So what, Pigeon?” Dabi asked him, voice slightly hoarse from their escapade.
“You liked it, huh?” Hawks asked. “You liked my gift,” he said too confidently.
Dabi clicked his tongue at him. “Considering your begging and mewling, I think you were the one who got all the satisfaction from it,” he deflected.
“Oh please,” Hawks scoffed, “as if you weren’t whining and whimpering just from the sensation of it.” Dabi could practically feel the smirk he knew was curling on Hawks’ face. “You squirted enough to drench the mattress.”
Dabi couldn’t help the pout on his face. “Did not,” he argued.
“Did too,” Hawks argued back childishly.
Dabi answered by splashing him in the face with bathwater.
“ACK!” Hawks cried out, rubbing his face and spitting out the bath. “You’re such a child,” Hawks accused.
And Dabi couldn’t really argue.
“Yeah, I liked it,” Dabi finally admitted. “I really liked it.”
He felt Hawks’ baby wings flutter in delight against Dabi’s chest at his admission.
“You know,” Hawks said. “Maybe one day we could… switch places?”
Dabi took a minute to register the meaning. “You wanna fuck me with my own cock?” Dabi asked him.
Hawks chuckled. “Think about it, Hot Stuff,” Hawks turned to him, kissing his jaw sensually. “The sensation works both ways. Or, it can be connected to just you.” He licked the side of his cheek, just under his ear.
“Wouldn’t you want to be spread apart on your own cock? Clenching around yourself as I fuck you stupid?”
At that, Dabi shivered. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, pretty bird,” Dabi said lowly.
He grabbed Hawks’ chin lightly, making him look up at him. Hawks’ eyes held a playful fire in them that Dabi couldn’t help but answer in kind.
“I’ve just gotten this new little toy, and I haven’t even started planning all the ways I could rend you apart with it,” he growled out. Despite the fullness in his stomach, his fangs shinked out menacingly.
Hawks’ eyes sparkled with delight. It was exactly the response Dabi knew Hawks was wanting.
Hawks took the moment to kiss him, unbothered by his sharp fangs and sharper words. Dabi kissed him back, letting himself get lost in the sensation and passion. When he pulled back, both their cheeks were flushed and they were both smiling like giddy teenagers.
“I’m looking forward to it,” Hawks said, before kissing him again.
Looks like it would be a long night for the both of them.