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“Dabiiiiiiiiii” Hawks whines as he stalks into the kitchen with purpose. Dabi is making dinner for them, they said they had a recipe they wanted to try.
Hawks loves whatever they make so he was enthusiastic about it until Dabi left him alone to go and prepare the food. Alone. Abandoned. What a cruel partner they were. Hawks is staying at their place for the weekend while their siblings were all out of town. It’s great. The house is so much nicer than his own place.
Plus, being alone with Dabi is always a massive win in Hawks’ books. They’re so sweet, it’s kinda gross actually, Hawks is definitely falling in love with them. He didn’t expect it, not really, but somehow Dabi is sweet even when they’re being an asshole. Hawks does not understand but he doesn’t care really. Not when he gets to call Dabi his. Not when he gets to make Dabi smile at him. That’s all that really matters.
Except for now. Now what matters is that Dabi is the meanest person on earth. They have the whole weekend to themselves! Hawks expected a solid 48 hour sex marathon. And sure– Hawks only got in late last night and Natsuo only left this morning. But still. It’s been nearly half a day and he doesn’t even seem close to getting railed.
Hm.
Does he sound shallow? Does Dabi think he’s shallow? No. He resolutes. There’s no way they can’t expect Hawks to not be horny all the time when they simply exist looking like that. This is their fault actually. They left Hawks all alone. Sure, they kissed him very sweetly and held his hand. And okay, they did go out to the park in the morning and Hawks fed the ducks while Dabi tried to fight one. It was really cute. And–
Okay. Actually. It’s been an amazing start to the weekend. Hawks knows this. The warm feeling in his heart won’t let him forget. Not that he wants to. He loves this feeling. Loves spending time with Dabi. It’s a little embarrassing actually. Rumi keeps hissing at him whenever he tries to gush.
Still. The problem is. Hawks is horny. Now, this is usually not a problem at all. Dabi is always more than happy to get their dick wet. Except for today when they left Hawks, cold and alone and naked like a cruel bastard. (Dabi left him on the couch watching shitty tv shows that they hate, they were both fully clothed). Hawks wandered into the bedroom after the episode ended and decided to give Dabi a nice surprise. He brought his favourite vibrator along for this.
Of course, because the universe hates him, his vibrator fucking died. He had been so close. So fucking close. And then it fucking died. Hawks had collapsed back onto the bed with a groan that was decidedly not pleasure filled. Fuck. He was pissy and horny. A horrible combination.
He hoped Dabi could fix it.
“What’s up, shit pigeon?” Dabi greets, completely ignoring Hawks’ clear distress, in favour of chopping some sort of vegetable Hawks does not care to identify. They have taken to calling Hawks the most affectionate bird related names.
“Dabiiiiiii.” Hawks whines again, slinking closer to wrap himself around Dabi. They pause whatever they’re chopping to place a kiss on Hawks’ head. He sighs happily. He’s only wearing one of Dabi’s shirts, they’re alone in the house so it’s not like he needs clothes. He’s pretty sure Dabi can feel his boner against their back. They don’t say anything about it though. Which is weird.
He pouts into the crook of Dabi’s neck. It’s a very nice neck. “My vibrator died.” He complains. “Help me.”
Dabi snorts. “Birdie.” They say, amusement lining their voice because they are secretly super fucking mean. “I’m on call with Shig. Say hi.”
Hawks freezes and looks up. Sure enough, Dabi’s phone is propped up against the wall with Shigaraki on the screen. Shigaraki looks extremely amused. Hawks refuses to blush. “Hi Hawks.” He says and huh, when did Shigaraki start sounding like that?
He’s met Shigaraki quite a few times, heard about him even more because he and Dabi are best friends. Even if neither of them will ever admit it. It’s pretty funny actually, they’re always annoying each other but still willingly hang out very often.
“Hi Shiggy.” He gives a shy wave from behind Dabi. Thank fuck he wore a shirt. He’s now very aware of how little is covered. He didn’t bother to button the shirt properly.
Dabi looks amused. They’re smirking, which spells out absolutely horrible things for Hawks’ immediate future. Fuck. He should back off and save himself while he can. Dabi’s gaze is predatory. Hawks wilts, just a little. Dabi has too much of an effect on him. No one should be this powerful.
“Why are you shy now, birdie?” They grin. “Don’t want Shig to know how much of a slut you are?”
Hawks whines, heat immediately floods his face. He hides his face in Dabi’s neck. They’ve played with this before, the possibility that someone would see them. But they’ve never actually done anything with someone else there. Hawks likes it more than he thinks he should.
Still. He can’t just admit that. That’s too embarrassing. Dabi would never let him live it down. Instead he musters up all the willpower he has and tries to level his voice. He lifts his head and reaches his arm forward to end the call.
“Sorry, Shig. I’m gonna steal my partner.” He says. Hopefully Shigaraki can forget this ever happened.
Dabi catches his arm before it can reach its target. “Nope,” they grin brightly, “I was talking to Shig first. You can either wait for me or I can deal with you now while Tomura watches.”
Hawks gulps audibly. Holyfuck? He’s going to fucking sue Dabi for awakening so many kinks in him. This is like, a major crime, in Hawks’ opinion. Dabi should not just be able to walk away with no consequences.
In their defense, they do lean back to whisper in Hawks’ ear. “Safeword if you need to Hawks’, I’ll still take care of you.”
Ugh.
They are too fucking nice. Hawks hates them. Makes it all the more humiliating when he has to admit what he wants.
“Want you now.” He whispers. Tries not to look at the camera, doesn’t want to know what expression Shigaraki is making.
Dabi huffs a laugh. “That’s not an answer birdie. You always want me.” They sound so confident about it too. And like, yeah, it is true. But just saying it? Hawks flushes more red. “Tell Shig you want him to watch.”
Hawks whines. His dick is painfully hard, Dabi is so fucking hot when they’re mean like this. They use one hand to force Hawks to look at the phone. Shigaraki’s eyes are so fucking red. Hawks doesn’t know how he hadn’t realised before. He’s looking at Hawks so fucking intently, Hawks knees are weak.
“Want you to see.” He tells the phone. “Please.” It’s barely above a whisper but he assumes Shigaraki hears, given the slight holy shit he whispers.
“You good with this Shig?” Dabi asks, in their normal voice. It’s honestly unfair how composed they still sound. Hawks is fucking dying over here.
“You think I’d pass up seeing a slutty Hawks?” He snorts. “Shuichi is gonna be so jealous.”
Oh right. Hawks blinks. Shigaraki has a boyfriend. “He won’t mind?” He asks.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head Hawks.” Shigaraki smiles. It’s pretty. He doesn’t smile all that much, now that Hawks thinks about it. “We’re open.”
Ah. Hawks nods.
Dabi cards a hand through Hawks’ hair. “Maybe next time we’ll invite him too.” They hum.
Oh. Heat pools in his gut. His hands are still wrapped around Dabi’s waist, he realises. He slips one under their shirt, brushing against the dermals on their hip. They twitch at the sensation but doesn’t stop him. Hawks gives Shigaraki a toothy smile over Dabi’s shoulder.
Shigaraki leans back in his gaming chair. He lifts his leg and leans it to the side. Casual but interested. Hawks can’t see where his arm is resting. “What were you doing before this, Hawks?” He asks. Smiles like he knows the answer.
Fuck. Hawks should have known Shigaraki was also a bastard. Dabi wouldn’t be best friends with someone nice. Hawks can see Dabi staring at him in the camera.
“Yeah birdie,” they raise an eyebrow. “You were watching your shitty show when I left.”
Hawks pouts. Petulant. His hands brush a little harder against Dabi’s nipple piercing. They don’t react apart from a small hiss. “Can’t I miss my partner?” Hawks whines.
“Aw.” Shigaraki coos. It’s mocking. “Your boyfriend is so sweet Dabi.”
“I know right.” Dabi grins wide. They sound inordinately pleased. “It’s a shame he’s such a whore.”
Shigaraki chuckles. “You can give him to me if you don’t want him.”
And– Damn. Maybe Hawks’ friends were right that he had a shitty childhood. He is finding this way too fucking hot. Talking about him like he’s not even here? Like he’s just a needy whore? Maybe he really should go to therapy. Not right now though. His brain is starting to melt from this treatment. They haven’t even done anything yet– Dabi is still carding their hand through his hair. He shivers against their back.
“Fuck off Shig.” Dabi snorts, they’re still smiling though. Like this is a game to them. Just a form of amusement. “He’s mine.”
Hawks lets out a small moan at that, against Dabi’s neck. He presses a small kiss on the smooth skin.
“You know you can call me Tomura.” Shigaraki says, Hawks can hear the amusement in his voice.
He has a nice name. Suits him. Hawks wants to know what it tastes like. “Tomura.” He says. It comes out as a whine. He can see Tomura’s eyes darken from the screen. Fuck. He thinks, if he had both Dabi and Tomura with him in person, he would die from the intensity that both of them carry.
Dabi freezes under his hands. Hawks stops his movements and looks up at them, worried he did something wrong. “Dabi?” He whispers. Their eyes are wide.
They exhale heavily. “You can have him sometimes, as long as I can watch.” They tell Tomura.
“That was quick.” Tomura teases.
Dabi shrugs, not taking the bait. “Didn’t realise your name could sound like that, Tomura.” They purr.
Tomura’s eyes widen, if Hawks squints, he can make out the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. He doesn’t react beyond that though. Hawks remembers how he acted the moment he heard Dabi’s voice. Remembers their first night together. Tomura is a much stronger man than he could ever be.
He starts moving his hands again. Mapping out Dabi’s chest as he’s done hundreds of times already. Dabi’s skin is so warm under his hands. They always run so warm, it makes it near impossible for Hawks to ever leave them in the mornings.
“Hawks.” Dabi says, their voice is stern. Hawks looks at them. “You never answered Tomura’s question.”
He pauses. Ah. He thought he could get away without answering. Hoped he could, just as much as he hoped Dabi or Tomura wouldn’t forget and ask him again. “Told you I missed you.” He can admit this part easily. “You haven’t fucked me in ages.” He doesn’t even bother to hide his whine, Dabi already knows how needy he is. Tomura will probably realise it soon too, if he hasn’t already. “Was gonna surprise you.”
Tomura clicks his tongue. “Sounds like Dabi’s been neglecting you, pretty bird, I would never do that to you.”
“The fuck? Stop trying to steal my boyfriend?” Dabi questions, incredulous. Hawks rarely hears them sound like this, it’s pretty cute. They turn to Hawks with narrowed eyes. Oops. “Birdie.” They purr. “You only arrived late last night and collapsed immediately. I haven’t seen you in a week.”
They make it sound like a week is a short amount of time. Hawks is offended. A week without Dabi is fucking forever. Hawks misses them the moment they leave the room. The audacity of his partner is immeasurable. “A week is a long time.” He pouts. And what the hell? He’s actually upset about this, he thinks. He hasn’t even known Dabi for that long, and yet.
Fuck, he’s in love with them isn’t he?
He takes a deep breath. He will decipher his feelings later. Freak out about them later too. Right now Dabi and Tomura are looking at him with so much heat in their eyes, he could probably ignite.
Dabi’s gaze softens. Just a little. “I missed you too, birdie.” They press a kiss to his forehead. Hawks’ eyes flutter shut as he sighs pleasantly, already feeling much better. “That doesn’t mean I have to jump you the moment I see you.” They add.
Huh?
Why the fuck not?
“No. You absolutely should. Do you not want to?” What the fuck? Hawks’ voice is incredulous. He glances, briefly, to the phone. Tomura is watching them with an amused expression. Like one would a soap opera.
“Yeah, Dabi. Do you not want to?” Tomura eggs on, safely out of danger. He grins, wide and childish. Hawks is starting to understand why they’re friends. He mentally high-fives Tomura. He hopes he can feel it.
“Seriously?” Dabi groans looking between the Tomura and Hawks. “Can a bitch not even wait a day to fuck their boyfriend? Should have known any romance would be wasted on you.” They grumble but don’t seem too put out about it.
“Aw, Dabi, don't be mean.” Tonura coos. There is nothing sympathetic about it. “He can’t help that he’s such a needy slut.” His eyes flick to Hawks. “Can you, pretty bird?”
Hawks tenses. He takes his high five back. Tomura is evil. He really should have known better.
Dabi turns a mean grin towards the phone. Their hand that’s tangled in his hair shifts, just a little. “Ah, but Tomura.” Dabi purrs, their voice is so fucking hot it’s honestly not fair, Hawks holds back a whimper. Then immediately lets one out as Dabi yanks his hair, forcing his head back.
Tears well in Hawks eyes as he looks up at Dabi. Dabi who is looking at him with a sneer. Holyfuck. “He likes it when I’m mean to him.” Hawks opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. He doesn’t even know what he could say. He’s so fucking turned on his brain has probably melted. “Likes it when I treat him like the whore he is.” Dabi grins. “Don’t you, birdie?”
“Ah—“ Hawks warbles, unable to produce real words. Dabis amusement is thick in the air, it’s already enough to make him want to drop to his knees. But adding Tomura to the mix? Hawks has lost all ability to form any higher logical reasoning.
“Words, pretty bird.” Tomura reminds him. He sounds so fucking entertained Hawks is going to combust. He doesn’t dare look at the phone, doesn’t want to know how red his cheeks are.
Hawks doesn’t get a chance to speak before Dabi moves. Not that he thinks he would have been able to formulate words anyway. Dabi releases their hold on his hair and in a rare moment of extreme agility, they move to stand behind Hawks with their hands on his waist. He's forced to look at the phone now. Forced to see Tomura eye him up and down.
Ah fuck. His cheeks heat impossibly more. He looks like a fucking mess already. He didn’t bother to button up the shirt properly, and why would he? He thought he would be alone with Dabi who surely shouldn’t care about any possible nudity. His shirt is covering practically nothing, his whole chest is exposed and red because his stupid body decided that blushing just on his face wasn’t enough. The one button is attached to the wrong hole but it’s covering his crotch at least. Kind of. He’s pretty sure that even from the camera, Tomura can tell that he’s hard.
Fuck.
He resists putting his face in his hands in embarrassment.
“Look how hard he is, Tomura.” Dabi’s voice is full of glee. Hawks is going to commit so much murder. After he comes. That’s a bit more of a pressing matter, he thinks.
Tomura hums. Amused. He grins just as wide and mean as Dabi. Fuck, Hawks is going to fucking die. “You never finished telling us what you were doing before, Hawks.”
“I—“ Hawks gasps sharply. He gets more red, which should be impossible in his shameful opinion. Tomura’s grin widens.
Wow. How tragic. Dabi is going to have to witness Hawks killing their best friend. He’s not sure how he’s going to kill Tomura through the phone, but he’s determined to find a way.
Dabi’s hands slip under the shirt and start kneading his waist. Hawks fights a moan as he tries to formulate words. Dabi always punishes him when he doesn’t answer their questions. And as hot as that is, he needs to come so bad right now.
“I— ah” he cuts off as Dabi pinches him. “Was gonna surprise Dabi, brought my vibrator and—” he gasps again, jumping a little, as Dabi squeezes his ass.
“And?” Dabi leers.
Hawks swallows audibly. “Was gonna let you control it.”
“How sweet.” Tomura purrs. He leans forward in his chair. “But that’s not the full truth is it, pretty bird?”
Hawks eyes flicker down. Shit. How did Tomura know? It wouldn’t do him any good to deny it. “I–uh.” He hesitates.
Dabi’s hand moves from his ass to stroke his cock. Hawk keens with a high pitched whine. Holyfuck. Dabi’s hands are so warm and perfect and Hawks is so fucking close. He pants.
Dabi snorts. “You’re not this hard just because you wanted me to control you, are you birdie?”
A well of shame builds in him. Oh fuck. He really is. He whines more, nonsensically.
“How many times were you going to let yourself come, before you gave me the remote?” Dabi asks, they don’t sound curious at all. Their hand starts moving faster, then pauses.
Hawks freezes. Looks up at them in alarm. They smile at him, all teeth and piercings shining in the light. “Hold your shirt up, little bird.” They suggest. It’s not a suggestion at all. “Let Tomura see.”
Hawks exhales shakily. With trembling hands he lifts the hem of the shirt up so Tomura can see how Dabi’s hand is holding his painfully hard dick. He’s leaking. Dabi’s finger swipes at it.
“Ohmygod.” Hawks breathes. It’s– It’s so much. Holding the shirt up so Tomura can see. Having himself on display for someone that’s not Dabi. His heart is beating so fast in his chest. He likes it. Likes it so much. Hates it too. Hates how much he likes it. Likes how much he hates it. It’s too much. Too confusing for his brain to handle right now.
“How many times, Hawks?” Dabi asks again. They tighten their grip, not enough to be painful but enough to pull another whine out of Hawks.
“Just one.” He whispers. He sounds so broken already. “But I didn’t.” He rushes to say, needs to justify himself. Needs Dabi to see that he was good.
“Poor baby. Why didn’t you?” Tomura mocks as Dabi continues to work Hawks over. He’s so close already. He whimpers pathetically.
“Vibrator died.” He mutters, embarrassed. He would have let himself come, if it hadn’t. He doesn’t enjoy edging as much on his own. Not unless Dabi is doing it. But he thinks that’s more of a liking Dabi thing.
Which was honestly a horrible decision. Because Dabi fucking loves to torture him. He likes it so much it’s kind of wild actually. Likes them so much too. Ugh. Love has made him so much more stupid than he already was.
Dabi and Tomura both laugh at his answer. It should not be as hot as it is. They both sound so cruel, a shiver wracks its way through him. He's still holding his shirt up and he’s sure they can see how much he reacts to their attitude. Fuck. He’s never gonna live this down.
“And?” Tomura asks through his chuckles, “you can’t get off without something in you?”
Hawks can probably come untouched if they keep being mean to him like this. He doesn’t say that. Can’t. All he can do is let out a needy whine.
“Please.” He tries instead. “Let me come.” He's so hard, won’t last long with the way Dabi is working him over.
“What do you think, Tomura?” Dabi hums, not slowing their pace. They’re talking like this is a fucking normal conversation to have with your best friend. Hawks is going to combust. “Wanna see him come?”
Tomura hums too, like he’s thinking. He’s wearing a wide grin though because he’s so full of shit. Hawks hates that it’s so hot. Dabi really has ruined him. “Not yet.” He decides finally and Dabi’s hand immediately stops.
Hawks whines at the loss. He was so fucking close. “Please.” He whines again. It could probably be counted as begging at this point.
Dabi chuckles at him, like this is fun for them. It probably is. Stupid sadistic bastard. Hawks wants to kiss them so bad. Maybe even hold hands. Ugh. Gross. Thankfully, because Dabi is actually his soulmate, they distract him from his embarrassing thoughts of a spring wedding.
They grab his hips and flip him around. He goes with a surprised yelp, hands flying to their shoulders on reflex. “Wha—”
He barely gets the chance to ask before Dabi’s hands move to his ass and spread his cheeks.
What the fuck? Hawks’ face is so fucking red as Dabi prods his exposed hole.
“Look at this Tomura.” They say like an excited child. “He’s already so open.”
Hawks hides his face in Dabi’s shoulders in shame. Holyfuck. This is so humiliating, he feels like he’s gonna come on the spot.
“Aw.” Tomura coos, Hawks is starting to realise that each time he does this, it spells out a truly shameful fate for Hawks. There’s a chance he can condition Hawks to getting hard each time he coos at him mockingly. Honestly, it would not take that much effort. “His hole is practically begging for something in it.”
“Right.” Dabi agrees with a little too much glee. They prod more at Hawks’ hole. Hawks is going to die today. There is no way he’s surviving the both of them. Not like this. Fuck he hopes Dabi doesn’t write something super embarrassing on his grave.
“Need something in you, birdie?” Dabi asks.
“Yes.” Hawks all but cries out. He’s so fucking empty. Needs Dabi to fill him up.
“Alright.” Dabi hums, easily. Hawks freezes. That was too easy. Dabi always tortures him more, makes him fully humiliate himself before fucking him. Hawks lifts his head to look at Dabi cautiously. Curiously. They’re grinning in a way that is not at all cautious.
Fuck.
“But,” they continue jovially. “I’m not gonna fuck you with my cock. You don’t deserve that.” They pat Hawks’ ass like he’s a fucking show horse. He whines uselessly. “I’ll fill you up with something else, birdie, don’t you worry.”
Hawks thinks he should be very worried actually. He’s too hard to care though. Dabi is still kneading his ass, still exposing him to Tomura.
“Any ideas, Tomura?” They ask.
Tomura hums. Hawks can’t see him, but can practically hear his smile. “You ever try ginger?”
Ohmygod.
Dabi laughs, open and amused. “You’re fucking evil Shiggy.” Hawks is blinded by their grin. “I have some right here.” One hand leaves its place on his ass. He assumes Dabi picks up the ginger and shows it to the phone. “Think this'll work?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Whatthehell—
“Go bend over the counter, pretty bird.” Dabi pats his ass again.
They must notice Hawks’ hesitancy because they do lean in to kiss his forehead. “Colour?” They ask.
Hawks swallows, pausing to think it over. “Yellow.” He whispers. Hopes it doesn’t sound like defeat.
Dabi rubs soothing hands up and down his sides. “What’s wrong baby?” They ask, their voice is so gentle and soft. The panic in Hawks’ chest vanishes almost instantly.
“I just—” he falters. “Is it safe?”
“Completely safe, pretty bird.” Tomura reassures, he’s also lost the sadistic edge to his smile. “I’ve done it before.”
“Should’ve known you were a freak.” Dabi snorts, it sounds more fond than insulting. It’s comforting, that nothing about the way Tomura and Dabi interact is different.
Tomura rolls his eyes. “You literally know I go to sex clubs. What do you think I do there?”
Hawks gapes. Surprised. Since when did Tomura go to sex clubs? Granted, he doesn’t know him that well, he feels like it’s something Dabi would have mentioned.
“Uh.” Dabi says, in all of their wisdom. They’re also looking caught off guard. At least Hawks isn’t alone in his shock. They recover much quicker though. “Shut up.” They hiss like the stray feral cat they secretly are. “You’re meant to be a loser virgin.”
Tomura snorts at that, too amused. Too confident. Ah fuck, Hawks realises suddenly, he’s probably a professional dom or some shit. He’s gonna be so fucked. “I’m pretty sure I lost my virginity before you, Dabi.” He ignores Dabi’s offended squawk and addresses Hawks. “Would it help to know what to expect, or should we find something else?” He asks. Perfectly reasonable. Hawks is going to die.
He worries his lip, mulling the question over. Dabi’s hands are resting on his waist now. It’s grounding. They’re looking at him patiently. Hawks leans in and kisses them, quick and gentle. They’re usually an impatient bitch, Hawks loves that part of them too though. “Tell me what it’s like.” He tells Tomura.
“Almost like a normal dildo.” He grins, triumphant, like he knows Hawks is already on board. And like– he’s probably right. But damn now Hawks has to bitch about it on like, principle or something. “But it will burn, not unbearably so though, none of the people I’ve tried it with ever said it was painful, but it will make you sensitive.”
Huh. Hawks mulls it over, worries the corner of his lip. Dabi and Tomura stay quiet as he thinks. It makes him feel safer. Safe enough to trust them. “Okay.” He nods with finality. Looks at Dabi with his own playful grin. “Think I’ll like it?”
Dabi’s eyes meet his and suddenly all of the sadistic glee that left them is back ten-fold. Hawks holds back a shiver. “Does it matter birdie?” They sneer, Hawks doesn’t think he’s ever going to find it less attractive. “You interrupted my cooking, if you want something in you that badly, this is all you’re gonna get.”
Holyshit? They say it with so much confidence, Hawks’ knees go weak.
“Go bend over the island, pretty bird. Hold yourself open so Tomura can see.” They order, but catch Hawks in a filthy kiss before he can move. It’s short, but he’s breathless nonetheless when they pull away. They turn back to Tomura who is already matching their mean grin.
Fuck.
The few steps to the island feel so far away. He goes anyway. Bends over and obediently holds himself open. He can’t see the camera like this. Can’t see Dabi. Can only hear them talking to Tomura– something about peeling the ginger. He shudders, can’t make out any more words, not with the humiliation sitting so heavily in his bones it’s the only thing he can feel. Neither of them acknowledge him which makes it all the worse. Better. Makes him more eager, as the anticipation burns within him.
He doesn’t know how long it takes before Dabi is behind him again. It’s hard to comprehend time when he’s like this. Hard to comprehend anything at all really. Only thing he feels is need.
Dabi and Tomura are still talking, Hawks’ isn’t sure exactly what they’re saying, but he’s pretty sure Dabi has picked up the phone. The anticipation burns brighter. He jolts when Dabi’s hand touches his ass, it’s not even a harsh touch, just resting there. Dabi laughs at him as shame coils into the anticipation.
“You can have your hands back, birdie.” Dabi says, like they’re being generous. They are definitely not but Hawks doesn’t fight them on it. He takes his hands back, rests his elbows on the counter so he can arch his back more. Dabi hums appreciatively.
“What view do you want, Tomura?” Dabi asks, so fucking casually again. They run a hand across Hawks thighs, his lower back. They use two fingers to spread his cheeks, and hums, like they’re fucking inspecting it. Hawks moans, his head falls into his arms, fucking hell, he’ll be embarrased about this later. He’s too fucking turned on right now.
“Let me see you put it in.” Tomura says. Hawks shivers.
Hawks can hear Dabi’s grin their reply. “Bet.”
Their hand moves away for a second and then there’s something else rubbing against his hole. They don’t push it in yet. Just use it to tease the skin around it. Hawks gulps. It doesn’t feel like much. Not really. It’s smooth. He would probably think it was just a dildo or something if he didn’t know what it was.
“You gonna fuck me or what, hotstuff?” He asks, unable to help himself. He's been empty for too long. Needs something in him. Needs Dabi.
“You won’t be saying that soon, brat.” Tomura snorts through the speaker, amusement clear as day.
“What do you—ohmygod.” He whines as Dabi laughs, continuing to rub the ginger on him.
It burns. Holyshit it burns. It stings and pricks his skin. Now that it’s finally kicked in, each stroke of it makes it so much more.
“Holyshit.” He moans. It’s— it’s strange. Not entirely unpleasant though.
“Beg Dabi to fuck you with it, birdie.” Tomura orders. He sounds so fucking certain, Hawks doesn’t even think about the possibility of arguing.
“Please.” He gasps again. “Fuck me Dabi, please.”
Dabi tuts. “Fuck you with what, pretty bird?”
Oh. This bastard. Hawks’ face may as well be on fire right now. He gulps. “With the– with the ginger, please.”
“What do you think, Tomura?” Dabi hums, they’re still teasing Hawks’ skin with the ginger. He is rapidly losing the ability to form words that are not begging.
“He knows what a full sentence is, doesn’t he?” Tomura says, Hawks’ can hear the fucking smug grin he’s wearing. Fuck.
“I–ah.” He whines. His senses are in overload. “Please fuck me with the ginger, Dabi.” The words tumble out in a rush. He hopes they could understand him, because he thinks he’ll probably die if they make him repeat it.
“Good.” Dabi purrs and suddenly the ginger is inside him.
He can’t help the high pitched keen that leaves him. His back arches more on instinct and it feels deeper and–
“Ohmygod.” He moans. The burn feels even stronger inside. He loves it. Wants to escape it. It’s so much, he thinks he might be crying already. He’s also probably going to die of heatstroke given how flushed he feels. Thankfully, he doesn’t think that’s possible. Probably. Hopefully.
Fuck.
The thought is immediately overridden by Dabi moving the ginger. They slowly drag it out again, till only the end is inside him. Then, even slower somehow, they push it back in. Hawks makes a sound that he doesn’t think is human. Something raw and wanting.
“Damn.” Dabi lets out a low whistle. “I should’ve done this to you sooner. You’re so hot like this, baby.”
Hawks cannot form any words in response. He lets out a sob instead. He’s so overwhelmed. His tears splash onto his arms, they sting almost as much as the ginger which he doesn’t think is possible but–
“Sadist.” Tomura teases. Shit, Hawks almost forgot he was there. He briefly wonders what sort of view he’s getting. If he’s going to be able to look Hawks in the eye and not envision this again. Hawks wonders how he’s going to look Tomura in the eyes next time they meet.
“Like this wasn’t your suggestion.” Dabi shoots back. “Besides,” they pause with the ginger fully inside Hawks again. He tenses as their hand leaves him. “He’s so pretty when he cries, don’t you think?” They move the phone in front of Hawks’ face so Tomura can see.
Hawks’ face has long since dropped into his arms but of course Dabi does not care about this. They grab him by the hair and pull his head up so he’s staring into the camera. More tears spill at the harsh treatment but Dabi’s smile glints behind him. Fuck. His stomach clenches at the sight.
Tomura is still on his gaming chair but Hawks is pretty sure his hand is in his pants. He kind of wants to see. He doesn’t dare ask though. Tomura’s smile is so much more sadistic than Dabi’s. Hawks holds back a shiver, the red of his eyes is a little too tempting.
“What a pretty slut.” Tomura purrs, as Dabi positions the phone so that the phone is resting against a bottle. It’s eye level with Hawks. He’s not sure if this is a good thing or not. But it means Dabi has both hands free and that is a horribly good thing, in Hawks’ opinion. He’s probably biased but that is irrelevant. They move back to their position behind Hawks.
“How does it feel, pretty bird?” Dabi asks. They resume playing with the ginger. Moving it in and out of him at varying paces. Hawks shudders a moan. This is torture. He likes it so much, but holyshit.
“I don’t think he can talk, Dabi.” Tomura says, amusement laced in his voice. Hawks certainly cannot talk. It does not sound like Tomura is going to help him with that though.
Dabi snorts. Mean and judgemental. Hawks feels himself clench at the sound. Stupid body betraying him, he’s sure Dabi felt that. “He’s so hard, it looks painful.” Dabi clicks their tongue. “Bet I can make him come untouched.”
Huh?
No–
Hawks can pretty much never come untouched. Dabi knows this too. Loves to use it against him like the sadistic bastard they are.
“No–” He wheezes out, somehow. It’s barely coherent.
Before he can try to get anymore words out, Dabi slaps him. Right across the ass. He screams. Pretty sure he’s going to have a handprint there tomorrow.
“Looks like he can talk now.” Dabi says, smugly. “Fucking brat.” They add, slapping him again. Hawks is crying so much right now. His mind is so fuzzy, torn between pleasure and pain. It’s torturous. He fucking loves this feeling.
“You should come to the club one day.” Tomura says. Hawks blinks at him blearily through his tears. It’s not what he expected him to say. “Got a lot more things to help deal with brats like yours.”
Oh.
He’s not talking to him. He’s talking to Dabi. He’s looking at Hawks, sure, but he’s talking to Dabi. Because he doesn’t need to talk to Hawks. His gut clenches. Loves the fact that he’s being ignored a bit too much.
“Yeah?” Dabi says, clearly interested. Hawks’ mind is immediately flooded with images of Dabi taking him there. Controlling him in front of others. Punishing him. He can’t help the moan that escapes him. Wants it so badly. Dabi is still moving the ginger in him. The burn is slowly increasing again, as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
“What do you normally do to punish your needy whores?” Dabi asks.
Holyshit.
Hawks really is not his boyfriend here. Just a needy whore. He’s so fucking hard it hurts. Wants to touch himself. Needs to. But he can’t. Dabi hasn’t given him permission yet. Neither has Tomura. He doesn’t know what will happen if he does. Can’t risk any more punishment.
“Depends on my mood of course.” Tomura says this so lightly. Like it’s a fucking normal thing to do. It only makes Hawks hotter. “I put the last one in a cage.”
Hawks stills.
“Keep going.” Dabi grins. “He clenched so hard just now.”
Hawks’ mind spurns an entirely new genre of fantasies he never knew he even wanted. But now. Holyfuck. He doesn’t think he has ever wanted anything more.
“Yeah?” Tomura laughs. “Pretty little bird wants to be caged? Want to be punished and then put away? I only let my last slut out whenever I wanted to use him. I never let him come either, not till I thought he had learnt his lesson. He was so pretty, Hawks.” Tomura sounds breathless, just slightly, but Hawks latches onto it like it’s a fucking drug. “He cried so beautifully for me. Begged me to let him come. Cried even prettier whenever I denied him.”
Holyfuck.
More images swirl through Hawks’ mind at a rapid pace. He’s dizzy with the idea of it all. With the want.
“You’d look so pretty like that, Hawks.” Tomura says. “Kept in a cage for everyone to see. No one would be able to touch you, of course. You’re such a whore, you’d like that too much. But you like being watched just as much don’t you? Want everyone to see you cry as Dabi and I fuck you but never let you come. Want everyone to see you beg. Want everyone to see what a useless whore you are–”
Hawks comes.
He doesn’t know what sound he made. If he did. Doesn’t know anything except one minute Tomura was talking and then his vision went white.
He’s still on the counter but Dabi has stopped their movements. They’re rubbing soothingly warm hands up and down his sides instead. Hawks blinks the last of the tears out of his eyes. Tomura is still on the phone in front of him. He doesn’t look too concerned, so Hawks’ probably wasn’t out for long.
“Oh my god.” Hawks groans, dropping his head onto his arms, the moment he regains his mobility. His voice shot to all hell and back.
“Welcome back, pretty bird.” Dabi snorts. “I take it you liked Tomura’s idea?” They ask, hands still moving. It feels nice.
“I–” He starts, confused. Then. Oh. “Was hot.” He admits. The embarrassment isn’t as nice, now that it’s not mixed with so much arousal. He risks looking up at the phone so he can see both of their reactions. Neither of them look put out, which is good.
Abruptly, he realises what happened. Shit. Did he come without permission? Did Dabi and Tomura come? He can’t make out anything from the camera. He tries to turn look back at Dabi, but his body refuses to cooperate properly.
“Did you–?” He asks, hesitant.
Thankfully, Dabi seems to understand. “Yeah.” They smile, this one is warm and comforting. His favourite smile of theirs. On par with all the others of course. “Came on your back, right after you did.” They admit with ease.
“Good.” Hawks sighs pleasantly. He looks at the phone. “Did–” He stutters. Fuck. It’s harder to ask Tomura. Now that it’s all hitting him.
“Yeah.” Tomura smiles, calm, the tension in Hawks’ chest eases. “You were perfect, pretty bird.”
Dabi hums in agreement. They lean over and press a kiss to the corner of Hawks’ mouth. “So good for us, baby.”
Hawks smiles, dopey and happy. “I’m tired.” He says instead of any of the super sappy words that are sitting on his tongue. He thinks Dabi and Tomura probably hear them anyway.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, and you can nap till food arrives.” Dabi smiles at him, indulgent. It’s such a pretty smile. Hawks is definitely in love with them. He’ll tell them soon, he thinks. They deserve to know. Wants to see if they will smile when he does. Wants to see what it will look like.
For now, his brain is still coming back online. He won’t say it in front of Tomura, either. Knows that much, but doesn’t know what will come out of his mouth instead if he tries to speak now. He settles for the only thing he knows how to do best: be a brat.
“Thought you were cooking dinner, hotstuff.” He grins, still tired but playful.
Dabi stares at him, eyes wide. Hawks stares back. Tomura fucking cackles in the background.
“I am breaking up with you.” Dabi declares.
Hawks is so in love.