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Hawks doesn’t let his regulars take him home. He’s a dancer not a prostitute. If they want someone who’s easily willing to sleep with them, they can go to the corner of fourth and fifth and have a nice day.
However, that little mindset changes when he meets the young CEO of a large business named Touya Todoroki. Or Dabi — a funny little alias he gave himself as if nobody in this neck of the woods would recognize a face like that. Blue eyes, white hair, a bone-chilling stare, and a voice that makes his chest rumble. Not to mention the countless magazine covers and billboards with his face plastered on it.
Dabi’s physical features weren’t enough to fool Hawks. Good looking or not. He was arrogant, demanding, and insistent. After their time together was up, he’d flash a cocky grin and ask how much money it would take to spend an evening with him.
“Just one night.” Dabi would say as he tucked another bill inside the garter belt hugging Hawks’ waist. Touch as hot as could be. It drove him insane and not in the good way. “I can make it worthwhile.”
Hawks highly doubts that, but it’s imperative for him to let Dabi believe he has a chance. That’s the game after all. It keeps him coming back and making his wallet fat so who’s the real winner here?
It seems big corporate meetings happen every Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays considering that’s when Hawks least favorite comes to stop by and demands his attention in a private room.
Unfortunately, today is not the day. His patience is thin and hanging on by a thread. Shit tips. Shit customers who clearly don’t know how to read the rules. The new girl wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and spilled an order of tequila shots all over him. And now he has to play nice for the spoiled rich guy with a bad attitude while he smells like sweat, cheap cologne, and Sauza.
Fantastic.
It’s the same routine. He’ll hop on his little platform and work that pole like he was born to do it. Sway his hips to the thrumming beat of the music. Perform flips and tricks and bend his body like a pretzel because his target audience seems to love how flexible he is.
And then once Dabi sprawls himself on the leather couch, arms resting on the back, and legs spread wide, he beckons Hawks to come closer with a finger. The tell tale sign he’s tired of being so far away and wants the little bird to close the gap.
Hawks does his best not to show his disdain and disgust. The last thing he wanted to do was give a lap dance, but it keeps the lights on in his apartment so he doesn’t protest. He’ll have to remind himself of that as he straddles the man’s lap and grabs the edge of the couch on either side of Dabi’s head and gets to work by easily finding his rhythm. "A little worked up tonight, Birdie? You’re stiff.”
His left eye twitches at the question. He’s not one to take criticism when he doesn’t ask for it especially from those whose opinions don’t matter in the first place. When he looks down at Dabi, the bastard has a shit eating smirk on his lips while his eyes are clouded with obvious arousal.
One harsh grind against the erection tenting his trousers is enough for Dabi to drag his tongue across his top lip, the slightest hint of a piercing catches in the dim light. Fuck, why is that infuriating and hot at the same time? Hawks stops his wild imagination from going any further about what it would feel like on his skin.
Meanwhile, the question is left unanswered. Intentionally ignored as he continues to rock his hips and moves his hands up and down the surprisingly solid chest beneath the black dress shirt. This is the worst. How many minutes does he have left here? Hopefully not too much longer. He can’t take this much longer. The air is suffocating and the tension is too thick.
As Hawks is so lost in thought and in time that the feather light brush of fingertips on his sides go unnoticed.
Touya Todoroki is a greedy man. If you give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. Nothing less than that, but always room for more, more, more. He places his palms more firmly on Hawks’ thighs, fingers squeezing just enough to feel the lean muscle and smooth skin before they’re sharply smacked away.
“Watch it or I’m leaving.” Hawks quips before running his hands through his hair and rolling his neck slowly.
“But didn’t I pay for this, baby? You’re just going to leave me like this?” Dabi cocks his head to the side as he grinds his erection against Hawks’ ass.
Hawks makes no move to stop it, and Dabi definitely takes notice.
What does come as a shock is the unbelievable heat coming from underneath him. Judging by the size, Dabi’s is the perfect length to hit him deep and where he needs it the most right now. He silently curses himself by letting his self control slip. Reel it back in.
With a roll of his eyes, he says, “That you did so I get to leave this room and keep my money. It’s a win-win so it’s your choice to behave. And don't call me baby.”
Dabi gives a dry laugh, “You know I’m never the type to behave and I have an assumption you like it this way.”
“And you couldn’t be any farther from the truth.” Hawks shoots back. I love it. “But you can keep telling yourself that.”
“Are you always this mouthy at your clientele or am I just special?” Dabi ponders out loud, but it’s clear he’s living for this playful banter. Truly showing everybody else would never give him the time of day to deal with this bullshit.
Hawks hums considering the question. Now he’s thinking about it, no. He considers himself as a blend of sugar and spice. The perfect medium of ‘not too much of a kiss ass that it makes him look desperate’ and ‘not entirely cold hearted and toxic to be undesirable’.
“Just you, but that doesn’t make you special.” His voice drops low and his eyes dare Dabi to bite back.
“Touché, little bird.” The harshness of desire apparent in the way his chest starts to rise and fall at a quickened pace. Dabi bites at his bottom lip as he takes in a deep breath, looking at Hawks up and down.
“But I can make you feel special.” His hands return to the tops of Hawks’ thighs, pleased to know they aren’t pushed away. “One night with me. That’s all I ask.”
And damn it if he didn’t have such a bad day, he would’ve said no. Leave him waiting in line like everybody else, but he needed this more than anything. He wanted this rush of adrenaline pump through his veins like it is now when he grabs Dabi’s tie and yanks hard until their foreheads rest against each other.
“One night.”
Sure, he wouldn’t let Dabi take him home, but he can allow Dabi to come back home with him. Hawks gets to set the rules and level the playing field. This would be his territory and Dabi relinquishes all power without realizing it. How easy.
It’s a rarity when Hawks brings a man into his bed, but the few who did have the pleasure of being in his company left with no complaints or regrets. A mutual exchange of pleasure before they agreed to never speak to each other again. Hawks prefers it this way. He already broke one rule, he isn’t planning on breaking another for Dabi. No more exceptions.
Well, that’s what he told himself before he discarded and strewn his and Dabi’s clothes across the living room floor all the way to the bedroom, forming a little path from the front door of his apartment to the foot of the bed. It turns out the darling rich man isn’t just blessed with a good looking face, but a deliciously nice body as well. Piercings and tattoos galore. Hawks drinks it in as he traces every curve and dip with his fingertips, committing to memory the patterns of black ink etched over healed scars that clearly have a story behind them.
Dabi is gorgeous. No one can deny this fact. His mouth, on the other hand, is quickly turning into a problem.
“Fuck, little bird. You see something you like?” Dabi breathes as Hawks swiftly pulls his boxers down to his ankles, freeing his cock from its confines and swallowing when he hears the definite slap of it hitting Dabi’s stomach. There are piercings down here too. Put a checkmark by a self-mutilation fetish.
Hawks is contemplating whether to gag him now or later, but as he sees the reddened tip of Dabi’s erection leak, he realizes how badly he wants this inside of him. With one hard push, he sends Dabi falling back on the bed before crawling on top of him. Satisfied with the small grunt filling his ears, he pins Dabi’s arms above his head.
“Here’s how this is going to work. You get me off well enough and I might just let you cum inside of me.”
Dabi trails kisses up and down his arm, eyes never leaving his and the smirk on his lips as prominent as ever, “You always this naggy before sex?”
The grip on Dabi’s wrist tightens, nails bite into the skin hard enough to cause the other to hiss, “You're making me regret bringing you over here, ya know. Now stop talking and make this worth my time.”
There’s a flicker of challenge behind Dabi’s eyes. His eyebrow slightly raises as he takes the words in. Without giving Hawks any warning, their positions are suddenly flipped. Hawks' back is on the bed now, his legs being spread wide by strong hands while Dabi slots himself between them as if it's his right to be there.
With no time to waste, Hawks finds his skin being toyed, teased, and mauled. The feeling of teeth sink into the crook of his neck, the small metal ball of Dabi’s tongue ring licks at his nipples until they turn into stiff peaks, and sloppy open-mouthed kisses are placed on his exposed navel. A whine slips through his lips when Dabi suckles at the underside of his cock, going lower and lower until he mouths at the sensitive skin of his balls before taking one into his mouth.
“Oh, you fucking tease.” Hawks says into the open air. He has his forearm draped over his eyelids, allowing himself to focus on the pleasure he’s feeling.
How sinful is this man’s laugh? And how erotic is it for him to nip the inside of his thigh before dragging a long stripe over his entrance which elicits another soft gasp?
The pornographic sound of Dabi spitting on his hole makes Hawks stiffen, but he quickly relaxes when he feels that skilled tongue circle his rim in even strokes.
“Just like that...” Hawks threads his fingers into snow white hair as he lets out a sigh from the satisfied groan Dabi makes. It’s good to know both of them are enjoying themselves.
Raising his hips a bit and spreading his legs further out, he’s able to get Dabi to dive in and feast. More irresistible pressure on his taint and urging the tip of his tongue to prod at his hole.
“More,” Hawks commands, “Stretch me open. Put your fingers in me.”
He doesn’t have to wait long, thankfully. Hawks watches as Dabi takes two fingers into his mouth and sucks, rolling each digit around to coat them in saliva. The slick pop of them leaving Dabi’s lips brings goosebumps to his skin.
Both digits slowly push inside of him and his back arches off the mattress. As Dabi thrust them back and forth, he nibbles at the skin on his thighs and artistically places purple bruises where his outfits will not cover. Greedy. Already placing a claim on him when he isn’t given permission.
The smug bastard. “Like this?”
Yes, exactly like that. Hawks trembles when he feels Dabi scissor him apart. He’s far too impatient to be opened up like this. His insides are being so thoroughly cared for, but it isn’t enough. He needs to be fucked right now. The pain of little prep will be worth it. His body will open up eventually.
He swats at Dabi’s arm. “I’m ready. Come on, come on, fuck me.” Hawks hates how desperate and whiny he sounds, but he’ll get over it later. That’s something future Hawks will regret and complain about. Apparently, his mistaken begs are enough to have the other spit on his rim again, rubbing the excess on his cock before sinking in. His walls part with a bit of resistance, but those piercings rub him exactly like he thought they would. It’s so good — too good — that Hawks has to grab the base of his own cock to stop himself from cumming.
Hawks’ mouth forms the perfect ‘o’ as he tries to control the almost hysterical laughter. “You’re so big. Who the hell are you?” He asks himself more so than to Dabi.
Dabi growls as he hooks Hawks’ legs over his shoulders and leans into his chest so he’s folded perfectly in half. His cock now fully sheathed inside, dragging out a high pitched keen from Hawks’ lips. “You have no idea what you look like, do you?”
No. He doesn’t want to know how badly his body is flushed and how his hair is a tousled mess and how he pants for breath like a bitch in heat. If Hawks’ brain isn’t so focused on trying not to cum, he would’ve thought of a better comeback. Pretend how unimpressed he is and leave Dabi speechless, but not this time. “No, I don’t and I can’t bring myself to care right now. Can you just-“
“Fuck you? If you insist.” Dabi slowly drags the length of his cock out. The barbells catch at Hawks’ rim as he pulls out.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
It’s torture being treated like this. Hawks grips at the sheets and tries not to thrash around like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. He bites his lip as he moans when only the head is inside and whines when Dabi pushes back in, setting a steady rhythm.
Their kisses are the same way. When Dabi brings his mouth to his, it’s too sweet. A soft glide of lips. Even when Hawks tries to speed things up by shoving his tongue inside to run the tip along Dabi’s stupidly white teeth, Dabi doesn’t stray from the agonizingly slow pace. It isn’t on their minds right now, but later, Hawks will think about how they somehow balanced each other despite how they’re on opposite sides of the spectrum.
Hawks is supposed to be the one in charge.
So he snakes one hand up Dabi’s chest, to his shoulders, around his neck, along his face and grips his jaw. His teeth sink into the other’s bottom lip and pulls. “Don’t fuck me like this.” Maybe next time. “Harder, faster.”
And maybe that was Dabi’s goal all along. His final attempt at getting Hawks to crumble underneath him before he really gives him something to cry about. Carve a shape of himself on Hawks’ body so he’ll never think about or need anybody ever again. Ruin him for everybody else. Nestle himself in between Hawks’ heart and lungs so he can’t live without him. Because once Dabi harshly snaps his hips inside, the crown of his cock brushes against his prostate, and Hawks cums hard.
They pause for a moment, taking in what happened, but Dabi bites the inside of his cheek and exhales hard through his nose as he feels Hawks’ walls squeeze around him. They don’t say anything for what feels like minutes and honestly, Hawks is so overwhelmed trying to remember when the last time he came that fast was and the only answer he can think of is when he was a pre-teen jacking it to his favorite superhero Endeavor.
While Hawks’ eyes are blown wide like a deer in headlights, Dabi can’t contain his smile.
“Feel so good around my cock. You’re so fucking tight. Now give me another one.” A fist grabs onto Hawks’ hair and a stinging slap is brought to his hip. Dabi knows exactly what he wants without him even saying so and it should be a crime.
They found a frantic rhythm now. Dabi fucked into him while Hawks met him halfway. Dabi’s balls smack against his own as Hawks' prostate is consistently abused and it doesn’t take long for his cock to grow hard again. Blood is rushing in his ears and his heart is a jackhammer in his chest. Tears begin to run down his face as he sobs, “Aah! Ah, yes! More!”
The hand that dug into Dabi’s jaw moves to his throat, squeezing hard at the sides of his cheek. Dabi’s pulse beats against his fingertips. Their eyes are locked on each other now, truly seeing one another for the first time and Hawks has no idea why his chest feels too heavy. “God, I’m going to cum again!”
“C'mon, little bird. Cum on me again.” Dabi grunts, his hips start to stutter and falter as he grinds his cock into Hawks’ body. “So sexy. Cover me in it.”
“Dabi! Fuck!” Short spurts of white paints them both. Stars flash behind Hawks’ eyelids and his body shakes like a leaf as Dabi fucks him through it.
As his body starts to tense from oversensitivity, Dabi’s mouth moves against Hawks’ again in a deep kiss. All messy and uncoordinated. “Can I cum inside you, Birdie? Tell me where you want it.” Dabi is obviously looking for the validation he performed well enough to receive a reward.
“F-Fine. Go ahead and cum. Fill me up!” His voice cracks as his body breaks out into shivers. Electricity shoots up his spine when Dabi sighs loudly, head tilted up towards the ceiling as he dumps his seed. There’s so much of it, hot and thick and potent.
“That’s it. Such a good boy. Take everything I give you.” Dabi praises before pulling out and watching his cum pour out of Hawks’ fucked out hole before pushing it back inside.
Hawks gives himself a moment to savor the feeling of bliss that comes with not one but two incredible orgasms, relaxation falls on his clouded mind and sore body. But it doesn’t take long for him to feel uncomfortable with the sensation of cum cooling and drying on his skin.
When Dabi collapses by his side, Hawks struggles to bring himself up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up to head towards the shower.
“You said one night. I want you gone by the time I’m done.” A deals a deal.
“The night is still young, dove. We didn’t discuss when I’d leave.” And fuck this man for his gruff after-sex voice. “Besides, you could always use me for round two when you wake up.”
Hawks laughs, baffled at the suggestion. He supposes Dabi isn’t a businessman for nothing. The persuasion is quite impressive. There’s at least some promise he’s good in his field. Besides, he can’t deny the appeal of having his needs satisfied when he wakes up. Who ever says no to morning sex?
He’ll bite then. “Just for the morning.”
Dabi flashes his crossed fingers, “Only until the morning.”