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"What are you doing here?" Hawks hisses as he slams his office door shut behind him. A villain lounges in his desk chair, feet kicked up on the desk and scattering his paperwork every which way. Blue eyes glint and scarred lips stretch in a smirk as Dabi looks up from his phone.
"Oh, good, you're back."
"Uh, yeah, and my sidekicks, who are all also pro heroes by the way." Hawks stalks toward the desk, relief at having been the one to find him warring with the nerves of Dabi being here at all. "So again, what the hell are you doing here?"
Dabi sits forward, elbows on the desk, and drops his cheek into the palm of his hand. He's still smirking, the bastard. "You ran out on me this morning."
"Yes. For an emergency. I told you to wait at home."
"Yeah, but... I didn't feel like doing that, you know?" He's all teeth and glimmering eyes, mirth heavy in the crinkles around them. "No, birdie, I actually think you owe me."
Hawks sighs. "I'll get dinner on my way home and we'll finish, just get out of here before you get caught."
"Nah, that's no fun. How about you come over here and take those clothes off— no, actually, leave them on." A stitched tongue darts out, swiping over his lip. "Yeah, leave 'em on. That's even better."
"Dabi!" The name bursts out of him in a hushed exclamation. "No! Get out!" The bane of his existence merely sits back in the chair again and curls his finger expectantly, full on grinning now. To Hawks' dismay, there's a flicker of intrigue rearing its head in his belly. What would his sidekicks say, if they walked in and saw this? ...even more, what would they say if they could hear them? His eyes dart from Dabi's face down to his waiting lap, and as though he'd been waiting for just that, Dabi snags his zipper and tugs his fly down agonizingly slow. Hawks swallows, eyes pinning as Dabi slips his dick free from his pants, already hard.
"Motherfucker," Hawks grumbles as he yanks off his gloves. Dabi laughs gleefully as Hawks strides toward him, his wings tense at his back. This is such a bad idea. He whisks off a feather to lock the door and halts in front of Dabi, who tips his head back to look up at him with a deceptively genial smile.
"That's my birdie," he purrs. "Take a seat, you must be tired." Hawks swings his leg over Dabi's lap and sits. At once, he wraps a hand around Dabi's cock, and Dabi shifts to lean back in the chair to give him better access. No longer smiling, he regards Hawks with a his eyes narrowed just a hairsbreadth. "Can you be quiet?" Hawks nods, and Dabi huffs a laugh. "Liar. But I'll make sure you are."
"Can I ride you?"
Dabi's eyes narrow further. "Can't decide if I want you in this chair, bent over that desk, or right up against the wall." Hawks feels a shiver run through his feathers at the final image and knows that he's signed his doom when Dabi's eyes light up. "You want that one? Maybe if you can prove how quiet you can be. Take those pants off."
"You said to leave everything on," Hawks teases.
"Oh, do you want to cut a hole for my dick instead? Maybe..." He slides a finger down the seam that runs directly up the middle of Hawks' ass. "Here? That would work for me. You could walk around dripping my cum for everyone to see."
Ah, fucking hell. Hawks' face feels like it's on fire, but his dick is throbbing in his pants at the idea. He sits up just enough on Dabi's lap to unbuckle the belt and wiggle the pants down over his rump. Dabi's hands fly up to help, or rather, grab a handful of his ass cheeks. He kneads the plump flesh under his hands as Hawks shimmies the pants down to his knees.
"I gotta get up to get them off," he mutters. "And the bodysuit-"
"No, that stays," Dabi says abruptly. Hawks rolls his eyes and stands to kick his boots off and the pants off his legs. The moment they fall free of his foot, Dabi's yanking him back down into his lap and tugging the crotch of the bodysuit aside. Fingers dance up his inner thigh. "I love this thing," Dabi confesses. It blurts out like the words sprang right from his thoughts with no intention of actually speaking them, but he gives no indication of embarrassment. His eyes flick up to Hawks' face, unabashed. Doubling down, he says, "I've been wanting to fuck you in this for a while."
"Today's your lucky day then, hm?" Hawks dips his head to kiss Dabi. Their lips move together as Dabi presses the pad of his fingers against Hawks' hole. With his other hand, he's fumbling in his coat pocket for a little bottle of lube.
"Think you'll need much of this? Got you pretty worked open already."
"Yeah, this morning. Don't fucking tear me, you stingy asshole," Hawks says, and Dabi rolls his eyes. Hawks hears the click of the bottle cap behind him, then warmed fingers glide up the cleft of his ass and circle his hole. Hawks exhales as Dabi eases in a lubed finger. It's only been a few hours, and Dabi had worked him breathless on that same hand before Hawks' phone had rang. Slick with lube, it's mere minutes before he's fucking Hawks on his hand, three fingers pumping into him.
Hawks' thighs tremble as Dabi stretches him on his fingers, face buried in Dabi's scarred neck. The visors press into his cheekbones and forehead, and it can't be comfortable for either of them but he doesn't move to take them off. "Dabi," he mumbles, rocking his hips against Dabi's hand. His hand goes to Dabi's cock, erect and waiting, and he glides his fingers up it. "I want you."
"Get to it, then," Dabi replies. His tone is gravelly and it goes right to Hawks' groin. He pulls his fingers free of him and leans back in the chair, but keeps one finger hooked around the crotch of Hawks' bodysuit to hold it out of the way. Hawks sits up on his knees, balancing his weight carefully on the edges of the seat, and positions himself. As he sinks down onto Dabi's dick, the slow stretch steals his breath, and he smothers his moan with Dabi's lips. Dabi chuckles as Hawks begins to move, eager.
"What?" he demands softly, glaring down at him even as he works Dabi in deeper.
"Just funny," he murmurs, "how easily you give in to me." His blue eyes seem darker as he looks up at Hawks, interest swirling in their depths.
Hawks almost wants to ask if he means physically or figuratively — either way, he's not wrong, but it's embarrassing how right he is. He chooses not to answer, just scoffs and lowers his forehead to Dabi's shoulder as he drops his hips again. Dabi swears under his breath, one hand slipping under Hawks' coat to lay on his waist and the other gripping a fistful of the fabric at his back under the base of his wings. Hawks rustles his wings but doesn't shed the feathers; he knows the appeal for Dabi here is being able to defile Hawks in all his hero glory, and that includes the heavy, sprawling wings that threaten to disrupt the careful balance they have in the desk chair. Dabi's feet are planted firmly on the ground to keep them from rolling away as Hawks bounces in his lap, and the plastic creaks beneath them. There's no space and they're pressed chest to chest, fabric chafing as Hawks works himself over Dabi's cock. The angle is good, it's rubbing all the right spots, but he needs—
"More," he breathes out, and Dabi jerks a nod. His hands slide under Hawks' ass and he bolts upright. Hawks gasps as he's slammed against the wall, shelves rattling with the force of it. Dabi thrusts into him with a husky groan and Hawks can't contain the pitched cry that rises high from his lips, splitting the air and surely audible from outside. Dabi's hand slaps over his mouth the next second, eyes rich with amusement as Hawks' widen with horror.
"Careful, songbird. You'll get us caught." He makes no attempt at mercy, however, and Hawks is sure the soft thump of them moving against the wall will attract more attention than one moan. Dabi's eyes rove down his chest, tracking the golden detailing carving through the black of the fabric clinging to his sweating skin. Hawks' coat is stifling and Dabi's hand is hot over his mouth, but the wall is cool against his feathers. He closes his eyes and keens low in his throat as Dabi pounds him, filling the room with muffled grunts of ecstasy, the slick sound of bodies moving together, and the stuffy smell of sex.
There's half a dozen sidekicks and just as many agency staffers working just on the other side of this wall. What would they think if they heard their boss trilling and whining like a slut? Red flushes his cheeks and he whimpers against Dabi's hand, suddenly grateful for the muzzle. What was he thinking? He's never quiet. Dabi plays his body too well, too deft with his fingers and cock.
Hawks wraps his thighs tighter around Dabi's waist as the man drives into him, but Dabi hooks his forearms under Hawks' knees and folds his legs before leaning closer to crash their lips together. The kiss is open-mouthed and filthy, tongues sliding together and muffled moans filling the shred of space between them.
"You like this?" Dabi purrs, catching Hawks' lip between his teeth. "Like getting fucked where anyone could hear you?" Hawks shakes his head, but Dabi hits his prostate and he gasps into his mouth. "A villain in a hero's office, like this... what would all those people out there think of you? Think they'd still look up to you?" He's echoing Hawks' own thoughts, but the guilt he should feel doesn't come. He doesn't want to be caught... but gods, oh gods, what if...
Dabi thrusts harder, rattling the shelves, and Hawks throws his head back to thump against the wall. Like it's an invitation, Dabi attacks Hawks' exposed throat with vigor. Hot breath fans over his skin and teeth dig into the skin over the collar of his shirt. He's sucking a hickey, Hawks knows it, but it feels too good and he's too busy trying not to moan to stop him.
"You taste good, birdie. We should do this after every patrol."
"Not in here," Hawks pants. "The stress'll kill me. You want to kill me?"
"Stress? You don't seem stressed to me," Dabi purrs, flicking his gaze up to take in Hawks' face, scrunched with pleasure. "Seems to me that you like it. Fuck, you feel so fucking good, pretty bird." His tongue darts out over his lip and he bares his teeth in what should be a coy smile, but it looks strained and just sends a quiver of arousal pulsing through Hawks.
"Dabi," he breathes.
"Hawks?" Knuckles rap on the door with a sense of urgency that spikes an instinctual jolt to action; Hawks' head jerks toward the door and Dabi's hand slaps over his mouth again. He looks like he wants to bust out laughing, but is able to contain himself just barely. Hawks shoots him a glower, lifting a hand to tug at Dabi's sleeve. If he doesn't answer, it'll be only more suspicious. "Hawks?" he calls again, and the locked doorknob rattles. "You okay in there?" Hawks is too sex-fogged to even recognize which sidekick it is, but the voice is thick with worry.
"Yup!" he chirps, breathless and too high-pitched to sound okay. Dabi rolls his hips deep and Hawks chokes on a whimper.
"What're you doing in there?"
"Ah, just working out," Hawks manages, thumping his fist on Dabi's shoulder as the asshole grinds relentlessly against his prostate. He's grinning like he's won something even with sweat rolling down the side of his face, and he sticks his tongue out playfully as Hawks glares at him. A hot hand slides under the stretched seam of his bodysuit to trail fingertips up his neglected cock and Hawks thrashes, wings beating back against the wall. The doorknob twists again and Hawks grits his teeth against a moan.
"You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine!" It comes out snappier than he intended, but it's better than the gasps of pleasure fighting to be released, and the footsteps retreat hastily. Dabi dips forward to mouth along Hawks' neck, nipping and sucking at the sweat-damp skin.
"Good job, birdie," he murmurs, voice rumbling against him. "I'm proud of you, you almost held it together there." Hawks swallows and Dabi drags his tongue over the bob in his throat. "Think he'll come back if he hears you scream?"
"Don't you dare," Hawks hisses, and Dabi smirks up at him. "Should never have let— ahh, fuck, there..."
"There?" Dabi slides his hands down Hawks' thighs to pin them against the sides of his heaving torso. He presses closer and their cheeks brush as Dabi pants harshly against his ear, sending shudders down Hawks' spine. His hips work faster, pinning Hawks in place and punching breath from his lungs with every thrust. Breath that he can't put noise to, just slipping loose and useless from parted lips. He strokes Hawks' cock in time with his thrusts, teasing him closer and closer to the edge as he rails his prostate, and kisses him again. It's rough and bruising, meant to leave his lips sore.
"D-Dabi," he whines, "I'm close, don't stop—"
"Wish I could hear all those pretty noises you make when you cum." Dabi's voice is husky in his ear and Hawks is wishing the same, wishing they were in his penthouse, where Dabi could be loud and swearing and groaning his name like usual. He spills into Dabi's fist thinking of it with a cry smothered under Dabi's scarred palm. Dabi lasts another minute, thrusting into Hawks as he clenches around him in the wake of his orgasm. Hawks whimpers at the rush of heat within him, filling him up.
Dabi pulls out and Hawks sighs, slumping against the wall. Without Dabi keeping it aside, the crotch of his bodysuit had slipped back in place, and he shudders as cum leaks and soaks the fabric between his legs. Far from being hot, a strange coldness settles over his body in Dabi's absence; he shivers and tugs his coat around him. Already zipped back up, Dabi strides over to the desk and snatches up Hawks' pants to toss over to him. He slips them on and settles his shaky legs beneath him. Dabi yawns, stretching his arms over his head.
"You should get out of here," Hawks mutters, and Dabi throws a glance over his shoulder.
"What, you got your fix and now you're sick of me?"
"Shut up," he says, rolling his eyes. Dabi laughs quietly.
"Just fucking with you, birdie, don't get your feathers in a twist." He strolls over to the window and leans out, hands on the windowsill. There's another knock on the door and Hawks groans internally. "Give me a lift out, will ya?"
"Yeah, just hurry. I gotta deal with nosy sidekicks." Hawks pads after him and, in a moment of weakness, he pulls Dabi into a hug. The fire user is warm in his arms, seeping comfort through his tired body, and he rests his cheek against his shoulder. Dabi pats his head, then rakes his fingers through his mess of blond hair.
Another knock pounds on the door. Hawks jerks away and dispatches a couple feathers to hook into the back of Dabi's coat. They lift him high and whisk him away out the window, too fast for anyone looking to notice. Hawks watches him disappear as the knocking persists, irritation flickering.
"Hawks? Why's the door locked, what's going on? Are you okay?"
He swears internally and wrenches the door open as the knob continues to rattle. None of his sidekicks know how to mind their own business, and maybe that's his fault for cultivating such a good work environment and letting them get too comfortable. Maybe he should be scarier. He won't. His sidekick, Glitch, stands on the other side of the door, hand outstretched where it had been wrapped around the doorknob.
"What's up?"
"Uhh..." Glitch is staring at him blankly. Hawks blinks and looks behind him.
The office isn't quite a mess, but definitely... well. Maybe a mess. The window is still open from Dabi's escape, and the neat stacks of paperwork on the desk have blown haphazardly over the wooden surface and onto the floor. Knickknacks and books on his shelves have fallen over, and a handful of loose feathers lay scattered across the floor. There's one embedded in the wall where it must have been scruffed out of his wing. Hawks recalls them to his wings sheepishly while Glitch looks on in silence.
"Sorry!" Hawks chirps. "Just doing some training with the feathers, you know how it is." He throws on a bright grin, but Glitch merely looks dubious.
"You have, uh..." He taps at his throat and Hawks raises a hand to his own, realization settling in with a stab of horror. Glitch has a similar horror reflected in his expression as Hawks gapes and fails to come up with an immediate excuse. His eyes dart to the open window behind Hawks, then down to his rumpled clothes, and red creeps up his face. Hawks scrambles for words, but how can he explain away blatant hickeys and bite marks that he didn't have on patrol an hour ago?
"Okay. I'll just... leave you alone." Glitch backs away and scurries down the hallway. Hawks can already imagine the gossip that'll run through the agency about his mysterious lover who's so brazen to sneak around with him at work, and leaving marks all over their boss, no less. He closes the door again with a groan and sinks at once to the floor once he's free from more prying eyes.
On the desk, his phone buzzes persistently. Hawks doesn't rise, instead whisking off a feather to retrieve it. It's Dabi, of course, laughing up a storm in text format, just for the sake of being a pest.
HAHAHAHAHAH
Got you caught :P
Same time tomorrow?
Hawks types back, a furrow in his brow.
Fuck you
Yeah but at my place
Boo, boring bird
Was fun watching you try to be quiet
but it'll be fun making you scream too