[ Bottle of sake handed off, Dabi leans back into the wall. ]
You better, birdie. And you're welcome—I spoil you so much, I know. [ The worst part of this is that it is true, despite his deadpan delivery. Intentional or not, there's no one else here that Dabi would share sake and a bed with. ]
[The sake is definitely a higher quality than Hawks was expecting Dabi to get access to here of all places, not to say he isn't grateful. After his drink he offers the bottle to Dabi and loosens up even more where he's sitting.]
You never were someone to do things by halves. [Probably one reason they clicked so easily, neither is good at toning themselves down at all.]
[ Maybe it should bug him how seamlessly they're trading off the bottle, but like a lot of other things here it's become habit. Dabi's never really liked habits (they go hand in hand with normalcy and other things he hates), but it was never boring with Hawks. A quick drink, the sake gently stoking the fire in his chest, and he hands the bottle back. ]
Yeah? Shame I didn't get the chance to show everyone else.
[ ...huh. Dabi ponders that comment while he takes another sip of sake. This time when he hands the bottle back he leans forward onto his knees, tilting to the side and closer to Hawks. The fact that he's obviously leering and lightly brushing some of those red feathers in the process isn't coincidental. ]
Didn't know you were that big a fan of me and my work.
[The feathers respond to the touch, that wing pulling farther away from Hawks' body, welcoming Dabi to come even closer if he dared. He takes another drink before that hand and the bottle fall to his side, his legs moving to create more open space for Dabi as well.]
[ A second's pause (he hadn't expected that reply either) and then Dabi's moving between those legs. He knows both an invite and challenge when he sees one, and he needs to assert some ground for being thrown off twice. The position might be familiar given their graveyard tryst a few days ago, and he even reaches up to grab ahold of the fabric on Hawks' shirt as he brushes up against him with his torso. No drunken leaning this time, just a moderate buzz that colors his inhibitions.
Hawks can keep the sake, he probably needs it more. Who ever said Dabi wasnt generous. ]
Heard that one before. Shigaraki said that everything 'bout me is a car wreck you can't rip your eyes from.
[Hawks lets out a rather undignified snort at the Shigaraki comment, before aiming a smirk and a coy look in Dabi's direction.]
You mustn't've heard then, but I gotta lotta experience with car wrecks.
[The bottle gets to stay in its precarious position next to Hawks because both of his hands migrate to Dabi. One slides up the side of his neck to thread through his hair, the other settles just so on his hip. He not actually drunk, yet, but the idea of something physical and distracting is appealing compared to wallowing and circular thoughts.]
Oh? We'll see about that. [ This time around Dabi has the cognizance to be more deliberate and exacting. That doesn't mean he's going to be more gentle, though. A moment is all it takes to drag teeth across vulnerable, welcoming skin, bright red mark trailing upward from collarbone to ear.
There's no need to whisper in privacy like this, but doing so affords him the chance to graze staples to skin. ]
You're good at saving others, hero—but whos' gonna save you?
[Hawks' head near-automatically tilts to give Dabi access, the scrape of teeth along his neck a sharp contrast to the more familiar touch of staples. He should probably be more concerned than he is at the spike of his heart--in anticipation--with teeth literally at his throat than he is.
His hands tighten their hold, one clamped on the villain's hip and the other pulling at black hair until Dabi's head moves ever so slightly to the side. Just enough that Hawks can mouth under that ear--]
[ Finally something he had expected—wanted. The hungry grin that follows is felt first rather than seen, lips to skin. A short chuckle follows after, his chest reverberating with amusement. The number two hero's bravado is endearing as it is irritating.
Two scarred hands slide along the heroes side, teasing before finding their real target. The bottle of sake is still a hazard on the floor, but it's good enough given his increasingly diminishing patience. With both hands free Dabi forcefully pushes Hawks down on the bed, insidious smirk in full view. Moving in and pressing closer with all of his weight, Dabi tips Hawks chin up towards him. ]
Y'know, these rooms are sound proof. [ A quirky tidbit maybe, 'cept in the same breath he pins the heroes wrists to the bed with rapidly heating hands. ]
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After Dabi cracks it open, Hawks gratefully holds a hand out to take a drink. His wings shift to the sides, just enough to not be cocooned in them.]
Thanks but no thanks, I like this a hell of a lot better than spoons.
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You better, birdie. And you're welcome—I spoil you so much, I know. [ The worst part of this is that it is true, despite his deadpan delivery. Intentional or not, there's no one else here that Dabi would share sake and a bed with. ]
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You never were someone to do things by halves. [Probably one reason they clicked so easily, neither is good at toning themselves down at all.]
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Yeah? Shame I didn't get the chance to show everyone else.
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I wish you could have shown them too. That’s what she would have deserved.
[His grip tightens on the bottle before holding it back to Dabi. No need to break it because he gets carried away.]
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Didn't know you were that big a fan of me and my work.
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Hard not to be a fan, when I can't look away.
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Hawks can keep the sake, he probably needs it more. Who ever said Dabi wasnt generous. ]
Heard that one before. Shigaraki said that everything 'bout me is a car wreck you can't rip your eyes from.
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You mustn't've heard then, but I gotta lotta experience with car wrecks.
[The bottle gets to stay in its precarious position next to Hawks because both of his hands migrate to Dabi. One slides up the side of his neck to thread through his hair, the other settles just so on his hip. He not actually drunk, yet, but the idea of something physical and distracting is appealing compared to wallowing and circular thoughts.]
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There's no need to whisper in privacy like this, but doing so affords him the chance to graze staples to skin. ]
You're good at saving others, hero—but whos' gonna save you?
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His hands tighten their hold, one clamped on the villain's hip and the other pulling at black hair until Dabi's head moves ever so slightly to the side. Just enough that Hawks can mouth under that ear--]
You act like I need saving.
[--before bringing his own teeth to bear.]
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Two scarred hands slide along the heroes side, teasing before finding their real target. The bottle of sake is still a hazard on the floor, but it's good enough given his increasingly diminishing patience. With both hands free Dabi forcefully pushes Hawks down on the bed, insidious smirk in full view. Moving in and pressing closer with all of his weight, Dabi tips Hawks chin up towards him. ]
Y'know, these rooms are sound proof. [ A quirky tidbit maybe, 'cept in the same breath he pins the heroes wrists to the bed with rapidly heating hands. ]