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Keigo wakes up because of the flash of heat against him. Jolting upright, eyes immediately adjusting in the dark, Keigo peers down to where Dabi lies beside him. Dabi is still lying on his back, head pillowed on one arm and turned to the side to expose his throat, the typically pale expanse of his cheeks flushed red.
Dabi has nightmares often, occasionally suffers from sleep paralysis, and Keigo prepares himself to take care of it, but is stopped when Dabi twitches a little, a shaky breath escaping him. He isn’t frowning, the lean line of his body still fairly relaxed, chest rising and falling a little more quickly than before.
Dabi’s lips part, breath catching on the tiniest noise, barely a suggestion of a moan. Keigo’s wings flutter the tiniest bit in response, the avian watching with bated breath, waiting for Dabi to wake up, or for something else to happen, he isn’t sure. Another little noise escapes Dabi—unmistakably a moan this time. His hips twitch beneath the sheets, the slight movement making his soft stomach tense up momentarily.
Holy shit. Okay. Keigo’s heart feels like it’s working its way up his throat. Yeah, he and Dabi have had sex plenty of times, but are wet dreams off limits? Is he supposed to wake Dabi up?
Dabi moves. Keigo thinks he’s woken up at first, but his feathers tell him Dabi’s heartbeat and breathing haven’t changed at all, so in spite of himself, Keigo just watches, his own heart hammering against his ribs frantically.
Dabi’s hand, the one that had been resting on his abdomen until now, slides lower downward, catching briefly on the waistband of his boxers before continuing over the rumpled fabric. Keigo’s jaw drops when Dabi presses his hand down between his thighs, grinding up clumsily into the heel of his palm.
“Ke..Keigo,” Dabi mumbles, his slender frame trembling for a moment before settling back down, thighs coming up and squeezing together as the movement of his hips grows more desperate, still stuttered and lacking any sort of rhythm. Keigo can feel every tremble, every hot gasp from Dabi’s lips, his wings subconsciously puffing up a little at the sensation. It’s overwhelming.
“Dabi. Baby.” Keigo reaches over to shake his lover gently, hands on his shoulders. “Wake up. Dabi.”
Dabi startles awake, Keigo’s hands swiftly withdrawing from him as he backs up against the headboard. After his eyes aren’t glowing bright and there isn’t smoke coming from the seam across his shoulder, Dabi slowly breaks into a grin.
“Holy shit. Ha,” He rasps, voice still raw from sleep. “Aw, little bird, I hope you woke me up to fuck me for real, cos I was having a really good dream–“
Keigo has yanked Dabi down the bed by his ankle before the pyro can even finish, lips pressing to Dabi’s in a surprisingly chaste kiss as he settles between his legs.
“You had me scared, thought you were having a nightmare, and then you started humping your hand like a teenager,” Keigo says, mouthing down Dabi’s neck, “Well, what were you dreaming about, huh? You said my name, pretty.”
Dabi gasps as Keigo rubs at his sex over his briefs, the blond trilling low in his throat when he feels Dabi’s arousal through the fabric, wet slick soaking it already.
“Y-you...you were, were eating me out.” Dabi turns his head to the side, whining a little as Keigo’s mouth closes around one of his nipples, bites at his tiny tit, sharp teeth worrying the flesh until it’s bruised and puffy. Keigo moves to do the same to the other side and Dabi arches upward, body growing hot for a second. “P-please, Keigo, baby, just–I’m so fucking–“
“You want it? What’s your safeword, lovely?” Keigo pulls back to look at Dabi, meeting his eyes. Dabi’s cheeks are still red, sweat beading at his hairline and dampening his roots already. Dabi swallows hard.
“Winter. Are you–I mean, like. You don’t..have to, I didn’t mean to like, wake you up–“
“Dabi, kitten.” Keigo loves the way the pyro just turns to a puddle underneath him from the sound of his voice, just has to keep talking so he can watch Dabi grow hazy and pliant, “I know I don’t have to do anything, but I want to make you feel good, pretty boy, that was so fucking hot. Hearing you say my name, watching you touching yourself, all of it, baby, can’t believe all of this is mine.”
Dabi nods his head, lifting his hips to help Keigo take his boxers off. His eyes are wide and glassy, and he’s flushed red all the way down to his chest, which is rising and falling quickly.
“You want me to eat you out? Is that all I was doing, kitten? You didn’t sound very convincing.” Keigo palms at the small mounds of Dabi’s chest, pressing kisses down his slim body. He’s so skinny, it worries Keigo sometimes.
“Kei-go,” Dabi whines, back arching and one hand reaching for the other man’s hair. A pair of feathers whizzes out and pins Dabi’s wrists up above his head before he can even get his fingers into Keigo’s soft blond waves. Dabi gasps a little, meeting Keigo’s gaze and pouting at him.
“Tell me what you were really dreaming about, baby, ‘n you can touch all you want,” Keigo promises, smiling. And just like that, Dabi’s snapping his mouth shut, blinking a few times until the haze in his mind has obviously cleared. Then he just stares at Keigo, who laughs. “Oh, you stubborn little fuck.”
“I will literally just go back to sleep right now. Watch me.” Dabi shuts his eyes, although the firm press of his lips makes it clear he’s hiding a smile. Keigo laughs again, louder, moving back up so his face is hovering over Dabi’s. The feathers holding his wrists rejoin Keigo’s wings as soft lips graze Dabi’s jawline.
“C’moooon, please tell me?” Keigo presses a kiss just below Dabi’s ear, smiles when the other man shudders and immediately tangles both hands into his hair. “I wanna make you feel good, baby, you don’t need to be shy. Is it something we haven’t done before, is that why you don’t wanna tell me?”
After hesitating for a long moment, Dabi nods his head and reaches one hand out to pull gently at Keigo’s feathers. He relaxes once the blond’s wings are folded over them both like a cocoon, safe and warm, Keigo spreading his feathers to allow some faint red-tinted light to filter through.
“Aw, kitten,” Keigo coos, trilling lowly as he kisses Dabi. Dabi’s lip piercing is warm from his body heat, and everything is quiet, hidden in his wings like this, just the two of them and nothing else. “Are you gonna make me guess?”
“Mmm, mhmm,” Dabi hooks his arms around Keigo’s neck, assuring he won’t go anywhere. Dabi’s mouth opens up happily to Keigo, their tongues sliding together, the heat of his body almost overwhelming to the blond. He strokes his hands down Dabi’s sides to calm him.
“Do I get a hint?”
Dabi makes a soft noise and rolls his hips up against Keigo’s, breathing in against the blond’s lips like he wants to say something, but then thinks better of it.
“What? You can tell me, kitten, let me treat you right,” Keigo murmurs. His hands return to Dabi’s chest, rolling the other’s nipples between his fingers. Dabi arches upward, sobbing.
“I can’t, ‘s embarrassing,” he chokes out, tossing his head to the side.
“What, was it anal?” Keigo grins, pressing kisses along Dabi’s jaw.
“No,” whines the elder, “I hate you, stupid pigeon, just eat me out.”
“Nooo, I wanna know. I’ll even let it slide that you just called me names. Come on, pretty kitten.” Keigo slides a hand down between Dabi’s legs. He prefers to stay shaved, his cunt smooth and pink and wet when Keigo spreads him open. He gathers some of Dabi’s slick onto his fingers to circle over the pyro’s clit, watching his face. Dabi’s lids flutter and his teeth worry at his lower lip as a soft sigh escapes through his nose.
“I let you breed me,” Dabi finally blurts, throwing his arms over his face to hide it. “I-I mean, like, you were talking about it a-and–“
“Holy shit, baby, that’s so fucking hot.” Keigo can’t help but kiss Dabi again, a shiver rolling through his body. “Yeah? You’d let me fuck you full, make sure there’s no way I don’t knock you up? God, you’d look so good all bred up for me, wouldn’t you?”
Dabi gasps shakily when Keigo slips a finger into him with ease, hands coming down to grasp at the pillow under his head.
“You’re so tight, I’d only have to come in your cute little pussy a couple times and you’d be leaking. Would you let me keep you plugged up on my cock? Fuck more kids into you whenever I want?” Keigo adds a second finger. Dabi’s hole swallows him up, slick gathering on the digits. He grins and strokes Dabi’s G-spot firmly. “Answer me.”
“Yes! Yes, yes I would Keigo please just fuck me, now I wanna feel you, please birdie,” Dabi babbles, hips bucking a little.
“Alright, shh,” Keigo kisses his spit-slick lips, kicking his boxers away before slowly pushing himself up onto his knees. “You wanna stay on your back?” He leans over Dabi to grab some lube from the nightstand.
Dabi hums, taking the bottle from Keigo and pumping some into his hand to slick up the blond’s cock himself. His palm is impossibly warm, strokes torturously slow, thumbing over the swollen head until Keigo bucks his hips a little. Their eyes meet for a moment, pure molten gold against icy blue that flashes brighter at the sight of Keigo. After a long pause while he thinks, Dabi turns over onto his side and arches his back invitingly. All it takes is a glance over his shoulder, eyes sly and foxlike, for Keigo to be plastered to Dabi’s back, rutting clumsily against the pyro’s ass. Dabi reaches back, fumbles for him momentarily, then Keigo’s cockhead catches on his slit and the blond is thrusting all the way in at once.
A sharp gasp cuts through the silence in their room. Dabi clenches up around Keigo, whose grip on his waist is vicelike. The pyro is so turned on that the stretch doesn’t necessarily hurt even with the minimal prep he had, but the feeling of being filled so suddenly still rattles him a little, one hand gripping Keigo’s wrist tightly and flaring hot for a brief moment.
“S-sorry, sorry, baby, fuck,” Keigo stammers and buries his face in Dabi’s neck, forcing himself to stay still. Dabi is so impossibly warm around him, feverish to the touch as well, his breath coming fast and uneven. “Breathe, D, you’re so warm.”
Dabi shudders as Keigo’s other arm slides underneath him, wrapping snugly around his chest. For a few minutes, they stay just like that, Dabi’s back pressed to Keigo’s front and the blond’s cock twitching inside of him, earning a little whimper from Dabi every time.
“Move, movemovemoveplease,” Dabi finally begs once he’s breathing normally, no longer so warm it’s making even Keigo sweat—not that it matters. They’ll both be sweaty, filthy messes by the end of this.
“Fuck, Dabi, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” Keigo groans at the slick sound of his cock when he pulls nearly all the way out, then slides back in at the same excruciating pace. “And so tight for me, your little cunt takes me so well. It’s all for me, right?”
“Yes, ‘s all yours, only for you,” Dabi whines, trailing off into a moan when Keigo sets a slow pace, body trembling every time the blond’s hips meet flush with his ass. “Kei, Keigo, birdie, please.”
The hand Keigo has on Dabi’s waist snakes down to hitch his thigh up, spreading the elder open further and making Dabi sob. Keigo’s still moving slowly, savoring the feeling of Dabi’s walls around him, tight and velvety and still so fucking hot. A feather loops around Dabi’s thigh, holding it up, so Keigo’s hand is free to slide back between Dabi’s legs and pinch his clit lightly.
“Keigo!“ Dabi’s crying full, fat tears now, gripping at the arm Keigo has wrapped around him. The noise he lets out when Keigo finally starts to fuck him faster is enough to make the blond consider just having his way with Dabi, knows the elder would love that just as much, but Keigo refrains. This is much more fun. Keigo rubs circles over Dabi’s clit, grins when the pyro bucks and jerks like he wants more and for the onslaught of pleasure to stop all at once. Slowing his thrusts once more, Keigo reaches up and turns Dabi’s face towards him.
“You feel good, baby?” The answer is written all over Dabi’s face, in his flushed cheeks and lidded eyes, brimming with fresh tears, but Keigo asks anyways, because he has to be sure, wants to be positive Dabi feels as good as he does. “Use your words, I fuck you so nicely, don’t I, kitten?”
“Yes! Feels...fuck, Kei, feels so good, ‘m so full,” Dabi pants, head lolling back against Keigo’s shoulder. “Close, so close.”
“Already?” Keigo teases breathlessly, “so eager for my cum, pretty. Can you touch yourself for me?”
Dabi’s thin frame trembles like a leaf against Keigo as he reaches down, rubbing his clit with graceless, clumsy motions. He lets out little ah ah ahs in time with Keigo’s thrusts. Keigo holds him tighter, starts to fuck Dabi hard enough to jerk his body against the sheets, only held in place by the arm around him and the hand on his hip.
“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck ohmygod Kei–“ Dabi’s back arches dramatically, body tensing up all at once like a rubber band pulled taut as he comes. It’s almost hard to keep fucking him with how tight he clenches around Keigo’s dick, starting to shake and buck his hips as the waves of his orgasm roll through him. All Dabi can do is pant hotly and reach back with one hand to yank at Keigo’s hair until the blond gives a low warning whistle and kisses him.
Dabi’s trembling only gets worse when Keigo speeds up his thrusts, now chasing his own release. Still, the pyro pulls back just enough to look at Keigo, hand still fisted tight in his hair.
“Gonna...gonna come inside, birdie? F..fuck, I should’ve known you’d love this. You wanna see me all bred up just for you, so everyone knows ‘m all yours, right?” Dabi’s voice is shaking as badly as he is, but his wide eyes burn bright into Keigo’s, an invitation, practically a challenge, to ruin him.
Keigo likes to think he keeps the part of himself that is still a wild animal well contained under lock and key. That resolve goes out the window when Dabi pulls on Keigo’s hair again and tips his head back, walls twitching around Keigo’s cock. Dabi shrieks and bucks against Keigo when he feels sharp teeth sinking into his exposed neck, but then relaxes, petting the avian’s sweaty blond locks clumsily. Without letting go, Keigo gives a noisy crow and drives his cock as deep as he can into Dabi once, twice more, then he comes. Dabi giggles dazedly at the feeling of Keigo spilling into him.
The mark on Dabi’s neck is a brilliant purple when Keigo pulls away to look at it, the imprints of his teeth clear. Pleased, Keigo whistles softly and rocks his hips a little, putting one hand on Dabi’s waist.
“Stay like this,” Dabi mumbles, tugging until Keigo wraps his other arm around him—Keigo’s too content, warm and sex-drunk, to argue. They fall asleep like that, plastered back-to-chest, sweat cooling on their skin.
Dabi’s still resting when Keigo wakes up a few hours later, still pressed against the pyro’s back and nestled inside him. The sun’s peeking over the horizon and casting a golden-orange glow across Dabi’s pale skin. His breathing hitches when Keigo shifts a bit, a little noise escaping him.
“You awake?” Keigo whispers, squeezing Dabi gently and nuzzling against his warm neck.
“Mm.” Dabi bats at Keigo’s hip lazily, shuddering a little when the blond finally pulls out of him.
“Let’s clean up, darling, we’re kind of gross.” Keigo kisses over the round of Dabi’s shoulder, already anticipating the whine he gets in return. “I know, shh, I know you don’t like it, baby. We’ll be quick, okay?”
Dabi pouts his disapproval even as Keigo gathers him up in his arms and carries him to the bathroom, pressing kisses to Dabi’s temple and cheek. His feathers easily support Dabi as he reaches with one hand to turn the shower on. The sound makes Dabi jump a little, and Keigo trills softly, burying his nose in downy white hair and kissing the top of Dabi’s head.
“Can I put you down?”
“Yeah.” Dabi’s still pouting, but he seems to have woken up fully, eyes no longer lidded and unfocused as he leans against the counter and watches Keigo mess with the water temperature. “So we’re just gonna, like, carry on like normal, right?”
“Oh, no, no no,” Keigo laughs aloud, pulling Dabi close to him by the waist now that the taller man is standing. “We can just focus on one thing at a time and shower first, but we’re absolutely talking about this.”
“God, no,” Dabi groans, letting himself be herded into the shower by soft, insistent hands. He cringes away from the water all the same, turning and ducking his head into Keigo’s neck. “Lemme out, I’m gonna bite you.”
“No, you’re not. We have to clean you up, babe. UTIs are like, super unsexy.” Keigo winds an arm around Dabi’s waist, feeling him shake with stifled laughter. “You want me to do it for you?”
Dabi hums and then quiets, stiffening against Keigo when he guides them both under the shower’s spray. A feather flies up to adjust the shower head so that it points further down, mostly hitting the small of Dabi’s back and below. Some of the cum that had been slowly dripping down the insides of his pale thighs is washed away, and Keigo starts with rinsing away the rest with gentle hands. He can’t help but flush a little at the way his cum is still warm when he starts to finger it out of Dabi, the pyro’s skin heating against his.
Dabi whines and digs his nails into Keigo’s biceps. Keigo whistles a few times, nosing at his temple.
“I know, ‘s not like that, we’re just cleaning you up, babe. You’re being so good, I know you don’t like the water.” Keigo’s free hand rubs circles into Dabi’s waist. Dabi stays pressed against him until Keigo separates them to give both of their bodies a quick but thorough wash, still trilling and murmuring platitudes the entire time.
Dabi’s stomach grumbles as Keigo’s toweling his red-streaked hair dry, the pyro sitting on the bathroom counter in nothing but a clean pair of boxers.
“Aww, he’s hungies,” Keigo coos. Dabi digs his knuckles into Keigo’s ribs through the stolen tee he’s wearing. Beaming all the same, Keigo sets the towel aside and brushes back fluffy white and red bangs to kiss Dabi’s forehead. “What d’you wanna eat?”
“Your ass.”
“Charming.” Dabi’s so light when Keigo picks him up and carries him to the kitchen with strong hands under his thighs—it makes Keigo frown a little. “Babe, you really don’t eat enough.”
“Listen, I’m just, like, a runt, okay? I was the smallest of all my siblings except my youngest brother ‘til I was thirteen, then I hit a growth spurt, and now my two younger brothers are taller than me again. I’ve always been scrawny and built weird.”
“Younger brothers? How old are they?” Keigo queries—Dabi doesn’t talk much about his family, and when he does, it’s in odd, anecdotal snippets like this. Keigo takes them as they come and never pushes for more when Dabi’s interest in talking about the topic wanes.
“Nineteen and sixteen. I have a sister who’s almost a year younger too, my birthday’s in January ‘n hers is all the way in December.”
“So you’re the oldest?” Keigo sits Dabi on the kitchen counter, a few feathers flying out from his wings to open the fridge and rifle through it.
“Uh-huh.” Dabi gets a weird look on his face, so Keigo doesn’t ask about it anymore, just reaches up to straighten Dabi’s crooked septum ring and press a chaste kiss to his lips. Dabi leans into it, hums a little.
“How are you feeling?” Keigo changes the subject and pulls back to look into Dabi’s eyes—Dabi doesn’t meet his gaze because he absolutely loathes eye contact with most people but Keigo doesn’t blame him, doesn’t mind the way his eyes wander over Keigo’s shoulder and focus on the dark red feathers there instead. He knows Dabi’s still listening to him.
“Mmmm. Like I wanna go back to sleep.”
“You can, once you’ve eaten a little and we’ve talked about last night. Baby, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Keigo soothes. Dabi screws his face up and shakes his clenched fists, huffing quietly. Keigo reaches to cradle his face in both hands, stroking gently at the soft spots just beneath his jaw on either side. “Hey, look at me for a sec? You know you don’t have t-”
Dabi makes eye contact with Keigo, who, like always, is stunned by his beauty. It renders him speechless for a second. Then, Keigo gathers himself and smiles a little.
“Thank you, baby. I wanna make it super clear that I really liked last night. Like, every part. You are so fucking hot. The only reason we have to talk about it is so we can set some clear boundaries ‘n be sure we’ll keep enjoying it once we both know what each other wants. I can do most of the talking, I know it’s hard for you, but we just can’t not talk about it. Okay?”
Dabi turns red and looks away. Keigo trills affectionately, still holding his face. “Okaaayyyy?”
“Shut uuuup,” whines Dabi, letting Keigo pull him in for little kisses all over his face anyways. “Okay,” he adds after a second, glowering.
“That’s my good boy.” Keigo tilts Dabi’s chin up, kisses him long and tender. “You liked it too, right?”
Somehow, Dabi’s turned redder when Keigo pulls back to look at him. That’s enough of an answer for Keigo. He snickers gleefully, petting Dabi’s hair even as the pyro pinches his arms and chest and swats at him without any real force.
Breakfast is eaten while lounging on the couch, Dabi half-dozing against Keigo’s side between bites of cut-up watermelon, pineapple, and blueberries. Dabi prefers the blueberries, and the seam of his lips is stained slightly purple by the time he’s had enough. It’s not much of a breakfast—Keigo himself has eggs on toast and a bowl of cereal and steals some of the pineapple Dabi doesn’t eat, all just to tide over his ridiculous metabolism at least until lunch. He knows Dabi will have another snack between now and then, tends to graze rather than eat separate meals.
“I dunno if you were really worried about this or if you just figured it was fine ‘cos I told you to do it, but I like, can’t actually get preggies. I’m barren and proud of it. So. You’re free to blow your load in me consequence-free all you want.” Dabi says after sitting there in thoughtful silence for at least a few minutes, chewing on the inside of his lip. Keigo chokes, nearly spits out his food, starting to laugh and cough all at the same time.
It takes a minute, but Keigo finally composes himself, and looks over to Dabi, who has a smug look on his face.
“You are actually the worst,” Keigo croaks, reaching for his water. “I cannot stand you. Go back to being a little wimpy bitch about this.”
Dabi reaches over and squeezes Keigo’s water bottle right as he’s raising it to his mouth, sending water spraying at his face. Then, Dabi bolts, or at least tries to, before a handful of long red feathers catch him and hold him in place.
“You’re such a brat,” Keigo groans, drying his face on his shirt and shaking his hair out. He can feel Dabi’s pulse picking up and skin warming through his feathers.
“It was funny,” Dabi says. It almost is funny, how straight-faced he is, when Keigo’s feathers can feel his heartbeat thrumming rapidly. He steps closer, hands resting on Dabi’s hips as the feathers holding the pyro loosen and leave his skin, brushing over it in a way that makes Dabi shiver. Keigo tilts his head a little, smiles, holding Dabi’s gaze.
“Do you think this will get you out of super unsexy kink discussion time?” Keigo finally croons, only once Dabi’s nearly vibrating with the anticipation of what he’s going to do. Dabi groans loudly, swatting and shoving at him even as the blond continues to trill and peck little kisses all over his face. “Because it will for now.”
Dabi’s expression switches to an eager one, and he lets himself be herded along to the bedroom, batting away the feathers that poke impatiently at him. He’s happy saving the talking for later.