Blasphemy (1)

Demon Dabi is incredibly blessed with the privilege of getting to deflower an angel, and a powerful one at that. A beautiful, strong, witty, and oddly endearing being...so he wants to make it good. He‘s going to teach Hawks a new definition of pleasure, and show him just how good sinning can be. Lays him back on a bed in a fancy human hotel and coaxes his legs open—for a being that wields heavenly fury in his red wings, Hawks is a little shy about opening his thighs. 

But the sight between them is so fucking pretty. Pink and already a little flushed from Dabi working his hand over it through Hawks’ pants, blond curls starting to go dark with wetness around a hard, erect clit. Even the scent of it is musky and alluring and he decides on the spot to work Hawks open with his tongue, first. Not that his tongue can’t be plenty long when it needs to be. So he soothes Hawks with gentle words and they trade jokes back and forth, jabs with no heat behind them, until Hawks’ legs go lax and he can lower his face for the first taste. He should have known it would be divine. Not just because it’s an angel, but because it’s Hawks, and his eyes roll back into his head as he swipes the ribbon-thin tip of his tongue through those folds. 

Hawks is moaning, sounding almost confused about what Dabi is doing. But his hips stutter as that tongue flicks back and forth over his clit, the forked ends trailing across it and making his noises louder, the flush on his face spreading down to his chest and complimenting the golden hair there perfectly. Then Dabi starts to work his tongue in and Hawks loses his grip on whatever ‘holy dignity’ he was pretending to have left. It sinks into his tight virgin entrance and his entire back arches off the bed until Dabi has to wrap a forearm over his stomach and pin him down. He realizes he’s snarling viciously against Hawks’ sex, that his horns have lost their glamor and so have his eyes, but Hawks’ heavenly glow is radiating from his skin and it’s perfect. He has sweet angel pussy wrapped around his tongue and squeezing him for more. 

Rough, battle-scarred hands desperately clutch at his hair before thinking better of it and sliding to his horns, obliterating his control. Though there aren’t many nerve endings in them, only at the core, demons love to have their horns grabbed and rubbed. Especially like this. Meanwhile Hawks is falling apart in a way he didn’t know he could. This is different from the furtive, guilty rubbing he’s done before—worlds apart. Dabi’s hot tongue is curling inside him and he can feel it move, pushing against his walls and driving into him. A little wetness trickles out of him and onto that tongue and provokes another snarl, vibrating against his sensitive flesh and making him moan wantonly in answer. Everything is a haze and he aches—doesn’t know why, only that he needs relief. Relief that will only come on this demon’s tongue inside him, so when he grabs those wicked, curled black horns, it’s to pull Dabi’s face closer against him in desperation. It works, and two of the demon’s fingers start jerking his clit roughly while that tongue fucks him. There’s no other word for it. He’s getting fucked by a demon’s tongue and that thought alone rips the orgasm out of him, keening his pleasure into the sheets as his wings curl around his shoulders. 

Just as he’s staring at the ceiling, he feels Dabi’s tongue move again. When he looks between his legs, his breath hitches again. That tongue is still buried in him, but it slides out with a long, salacious movement and flicks over his sensitive clit. But that’s not what makes him gasp; Dabi’s eyes are almost glowing with their otherworldly blue, his horns curving boldly out of his head and spiking up dangerously, though he was just gripping them for dear life. His eyes travel over that scarred, hard-muscled body, the lack of wings, the numerous bits of metal, until they finally stray down and—oh. Oh. 

Dabi’s cock is hard enough that it nearly brushes his belly as he leans over Hawks on all fours, thick and red at the tip, so wide Hawks wonders how it will ever fit. Especially the base, which seems even wider than the rest, as though there’s some bulge there.As he watches, a drop of precum drips out of the tip and onto the sheets, and Dabi grins at the fact he noticed. At how red Hawks’ face is, which only makes him more embarrassed. He’s the commander of legions, dammit, not just a blushing virgin. One hand shoots out and grabs Dabi’s horn, yanking him forward and getting another primal growl as a reward. 

Hawks realizes he probably shouldn’t egg on the clearly half-wild archdemon with a hard cock on top of him, but he’s not about to half ass this. He wants Dabi to remember it too. Dabi buries his face in Hawks and licks him to another orgasm before he tries fitting his cock inside. Even putting the tip into that juicy, tight heat is enough to take him to the edge of his control. Hawks is staring down at it too, eyes glazed and mouth hanging slack. His knot is going to spring even if he doesn’t get all the way inside Hawks and he knows it. Though the thought of pumping it with his hand while keeping the tip inside Hawks, filling the angel with his seed even if he can’t do it properly is still mind-numbing.

“That’s it—doing so well for me. Spread yourself open,” he orders and is shocked when Hawks actually does it, reaching down to spread the folds wide so Dabi can see better as his dick sinks in an inch at a time. Hawks’ face goes pained for a second and Dabi pauses, stroking his clit until those walls shudder and clench on him. 

“Tight fucking fit, angel. Dunno that I’m gonna get it all in—“ he barely finishes the sentence before Hawks is up on his elbows, glaring at him.   “I can take it, jackass. I’m not made of glass.” Dabi is about to explain that it’s different when Hawks’ hips shove back against his, sinking him down almost all the way. They both stutter to a stop, Dabi trying to keep his composure while watching Hawks’ face twist in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. His golden eyes are thin rims around the deep black of his blown-out pupils, and the wisps of his true form float around his body, a white light gracing his wings. Beautiful. And all Dabi’s. 

Hawks bares small but deadly sharp fangs at him in challenge and his hips snap forward burying him to the top of his knot. Then he draws back, and thrusts in again, just enough control to make it even and smooth. But Hawks doesn’t want smooth and steady. He sinks those fangs into the side of Dabi’s shoulder and draws a droplet of blood, licking it off as Dabi’s snarl of pain and arousal echoes in his ear and he finally feels the last bit of control slip away as the demon starts to rut into him. Inch-long claws leave red lines on his hips and Hawks is delighted; it hurts but it doesn’t, and he could never want it any other way. 

The ache inside him burns fiercely now, he needs relief and his hips roll down to get it, desperate to both sate himself and keep this going. Dabi’s own fangs are longer than his, his horns a brutal crown on his head that gleams in the low light, and Hawks’ own claws shred through the pillows and sheets at the sight. Dabi’s fangs glint dully as he bares them in a show of dominance and Hawks finds his head tilting to the side, displaying his throat even as his body shakes with the force of their thrusts. 

But there’s still more to be had. He’s not going to be able to walk tomorrow, but he has angelic healing on his side, and the feeling of that thickness at the base of Dabi’s cock pressing against his entrance over and over has him moaning, needing it inside him. The stretch and burn of it will be heavenly, if only he can provoke Dabi into giving it to him. 

So just as he bares his neck and Dabi leans in, he shifts their weight and uses the strength of his wings to flip them over. Seated atop the demon he can’t help but shake at the feeling of him deeper than ever, even as his wings snap open to assert his dominance. His own glamor slips and for a second there’s brilliant light and great wheels of eyes, but Dabi only looks at him with thunderstruck want and a manic grin, a low groan breaking from his throat as Hawks rolls his hips down. It aches and he needs and everything is just a haze as his body starts to move without his mind telling it to, working on instinct until he almost dislodges himself and Dabi’s clawed fingers are back at his waist. His shoulders hit the bed but his hips never make it, Dabi holding them aloft as he works Hawks up and down his length, eyes now glowing with that blue flame and heat rolling off his body in waves. 

Hellfire. Pure, blue hellfire. It shouldn’t make an angel want but his tight pussy is being split open by a demon and the scent of hell’s own flames makes him keen as he sinks his claws into the mattress for stability. That weight keeps pressing into him and then all of a sudden he feels his body give and it’s inside him. The rebellion flies out of him as he screams, taking something so much wider than he thought possible. 

Dabi is growling in his ear, words he can barely parse in a language so old only their kinds speak it, “Take it. You’re mine, take my knot, be mine—“ and Hawks can only beg senselessly with his moans and mewls. He’s unable to even clench with how wide he’s stretched and Dabi’s knot starts rubbing that spot at the front of his body, the sensation overwhelming him like a tidal wave until fat, hot tears slide down his cheeks. He cums helplessly, and Dabi keeps going, the slick noise loud and fast in the air now. Dabi, for his part, has little mind left to speak of. Everything is pure instinct for the body wrapped around his knot, for Hawks and his golden hair, his freckles, his parted lips, his blood-stained fangs and brutal little claws and the thousand instant deaths hidden in his wings. Everything good and bad and utterly Hawks. He’s lost, working into the body underneath him, needing his release more than he needs his next breath. Then their eyes meet, and that’s all it takes. 

His knot pops, filling Hawks as he starts to cum. His teeth sink into the bared neck without a second thought, pure pleasure of tight flesh on his fangs and tight flesh on his cock and it’s everything, everything. His body shakes and jolts with the satisfaction of it. When he regains a sliver of his rational thought he moves his fangs back and licks over the abused skin, proud of the mark he left. Hawks is pliant and supple under his body, whimpering every time the knot lets out a few more spurts of cum inside him. Poor virgin. Yet he’d been the one spurring Dabi on, so the demon isn’t sure he feels bad about it—no, he definitely doesn’t. Not when Hawks blinks lazily at him and raises his hips, sex swollen and stretched wide. Angels are filthy little sinners too, make no mistake. He kisses and soothes him through it until the knot softens enough to slide free, and he watches his cum slip out too with a smug smile. His. The first and only to debauch this angel. Though Hawks has marked him just as well, and he knows he’s the one more claimed between them.