Kinktober Preview (Dabihawks, rimming)

Hawks didn’t get to top a lot.

It’s not something that bothered him, in particular. When your boyfriend is as blisteringly good at sex as Dabi is, it was hard to find any room for complaint about what arrangement the sex actually happened in. Bottoming for him was fantastic, because his cock was almost as thick as Keigo’s wrist, and the line of piercings that dotted the underside had a way of slowly stretching him and scraping his insides like they were made solely for the purpose of causing him to cum his brains out.

But this, this was something he had missed.

Dabi was on his belly in front of him, scarred arms wrapped tightly around a pillow. It was rare to get the villain in a position like this—Dabi didn’t let people at his back often, even fully clothed and upright. Keigo was well aware that he was in a special class all of his own to get the view of this pert, plush ass spread out and waiting for his attention. And judging by the way Dabi’s shoulders were tight against his ears in nervous anticipation, he might be the first and only member of that class entirely.

Smiling to himself, he stroked a soothing hand along Dabi’s back, pressing down on his spine until some of the tension eased from his body and his hips relaxed to the mattress.

“Easy, hotshot. I gotcha; I’m gonna take real good care of you. Don’t you worry about a thing,” he murmurs in his best, flirtiest voice.

Dabi growled something incoherent into his pillow, and Hawks stroked his back again.

“Hey, I’ll cut you a deal. If you’re not into it after five minutes, we can quit and do something else. Anything you want, yeah?”

One bright blue eye peered back at him from under a thick fringe of dark hair, and Keigo managed to keep his giggle to himself about the way Dabi looked like a grouchy alley cat from this angle.

“Cross my heart, hope to die,” he added, and the eye narrowed at his sing-song tone.

But Dabi relented, stretching out more willingly on the bed, and allowed Keigo to go back to his admiration of the glorious ass in front of him. He groped either soft mound, hands squeezing in on the pale flesh and leaving little dimples in his wake. For a moment, he considered drawing his hand back for a spank, but figured Dabi might not be into that in this particularly vulnerable moment. Sighing internally, he gave the fat cheek a soft pinch to make up for it, appreciating the muffled squeal it earned him.

Not that there wasn’t plenty to enjoy otherwise. Keigo’s fingers massaged in and out, adoring the warm skin and the way it jiggled ever-so-temptingly the moment he let go. It was perfect, plush, and virginal. An exemplary ass. An ass most people would long to even catch a glimpse of, let alone get to put their face in. And tonight, this ass belonged all to him.

Taking the time to savour his actions, he slowly pulled the cheeks apart, and licked his lips at what he found. The pucker awaiting him was pink and perfect, and just below it, a plush line of skin that gave way to nice, plump balls. He’d given Dabi a little of the reliably mind-shattering fingering during a blowjob that had gone over well and had been the basis of this whole encounter to begin with, but he’d never actually had a chance to spread him open and just look at him like this. There was something about being in this position, above the man who normally dominated him, that was utterly delicious.

One finger pressed on the tight pucker and it clenched for a moment, then slowly relaxed. Keigo teased it, playing with the ring of muscle until he could pull it open just a little to get a glimpse of the redder inside, and Dabi shifted on the bed. A noise that might have been in the vicinity of a moan broke out of his throat, and Keigo hummed before he leaned down to lap at the pillowy balls that hung heavy between those thighs.

He’d come to love these, over time. Mainly, he loved them when they were smacking against his clit as Dabi took him from behind, or into his ass from the front, but they’d become a part of blowjobs too—one he was glad to have been introduced to. Feeling the soft skin against his lips and tongue, and the way Dabi always threw his head back and cursed softly under his breath when they were sucked on was delectable. Even now, Dabi groaned and arched his hips slightly, almost seeming relieved that Keigo had put his mouth there.

Well, for now.