Secret Spot

Dabi goes to the glory hole because it’s a chance for him to get off with another person without needing to worry about scaring them off with his looks. He doesn’t have to see them, they don’t have to see him, it’s far less explanation all around. All he has to do is roll on a condom, slide through, and go to town. Some nights he gets a mouth, other times a body, but he doesn’t care as long as it’s warm and tight. 

Hawks is there for a thrill. Because he loves pushing boundaries, against the image everyone has of him as the sweet, neighborhood hero. It makes him feel freer somehow to be a dirty li’l birdie and letting a faceless stranger fuck him in a filthy public restroom takes the cake.

What he isn’t expecting is for the stranger that slides into him thick and slow to be so...life-ruining. He’d already prepped himself with three fingers and copious lube, but this guy is fucking huge and there’s something bizarre about his shape Hawks can’t quite place.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Dabi is grunting and bracing too-hot hands against the wall because fuck, this is a tight fit. Can’t tell anything more than that, but the body wrapped around him is tight and squeezing him for all he’s worth.

It takes a lot of willpower not to just slam forward instantly, but hey, he has some etiquette. He waits for the body on the other side to start bouncing up and down on his length before he begins to snap his hips into the wall dividing them, forehead resting against it.

Hawks feels himself being ruined an inch at a time and clamps his hand over his mouth to try and muffle what are surely pathetic moans. There’s an entire stall wall separating them and yet this guy is impossibly deep, thrusting against every sensitive place inside him. It goes from steady thrusts to brutal claiming fast, and Hawks fantasizes that if the wall were gone, there’d be a hand around his throat and lips at his ear. That he’d be pinned to the wall, the floor, anything, just taken and filled until he can’t help but add to the filth.

He has to brace one hand on the wall opposite him to keep from getting thrown off by the thrusts, and the other hand finally abandons his mouth to sneak down to his neglected dick. It’s covered in slickness and he can barely get a grip but even the clumsy strokes are enough.

He goes from whimpering and biting through his lip to moaning, then all the way to nearly screaming as the massive cock inside him practically forces his orgasm out. His mind whites out and his legs nearly crumple under him, only his death grip on the opposite wall and his spread wings keeping him upright as his ears start to ring and his mouth falls slack and open.  

Meanwhile, on the other side, Dabi is trying not to lose his mind as this sweet body milks him. It’s insanely tight and hot and he can barely think about anything but the sensation of this stranger wrapped around his dick. He’s snarling as his hips slam into the divider hard enough to give himself bruises, and his hands burn two prints on either side of him. Then whoever’s on the other side starts making incredible noises, musical moans in a throaty, sexy voice. It’s maddening. 

The man on the other side clenches up as he cums and screams so beautifully; his orgasm drags Dabi’s out of him and he fills half the condom with a thick load and sags against the wall in satisfied exhaustion. Secretly, as so often, he wishes there hadn’t been a condom either; that he could have filled whoever it is until they would never forget him. But nobody wants diseases, and it’s easier this way, so he pulls the mess back through to deal with on his end. 

Hawks catches a glimpse and feels dazed at the sheer amount of cum before it disappears. He’s left panting and shaking and reaching for toilet paper to clean up the wet mess on his thighs, then slowly pulls his pants back up as he hears the other man leave. He won’t be able to walk right for days, so deliciously sore and filled with ache. It’s worth it. 

Dabi thinks about whoever was there on the other side the next time he jerks off, and the next, and the next. He goes back once in fervent hopes of having that again, but gets a mediocre mouth and equally boring orgasm. It’s not the same.

Hawks tries sleeping with two different random men from a dating app, and doesn’t even manage to get off. Nothing fills him like that, nothing presses against every perfect spot at once and makes him sob with completion. He’s pissed, but whatever. He’ll get over it eventually.

Except neither of them quite do, and when gravity pulls them together again, they recognize each other instantly. Dabi would know those incredible moans anywhere, and Hawks marvels at the pierced cock that changed his life without him ever expecting it. They laugh about it for a few minutes, and then there’s silence. Their eyes meet. They’re in bed and face to face and Dabi is positioned against Hawks’ entrance and there are no more barriers. The tension snaps.  Dabi holds Hawks down and ruts him hungrily, possessively, the way he wanted to.

It’s somewhere between jealousy and vindication as he plunges into that tight heat again, this time taking his favorite angle and watching Hawks’ face go red, his plush lips parting and his eyes hazing over as he feels his pleasure. Scarred fingers tease a hard clit, and Hawks’ hands scratch lines into Dabi’s shoulders. They catch on staples and send blood trailing down his back but neither of them care, Dabi only hisses at the sting and slams his hips down harder. 

Vicious teeth work purple marks into that golden throat, and Dabi delights in dragging his angel out of the sky, pinning him underneath his body and listening to the perfect noises he makes. He’s lost in the feel of him, the scent, the taste, punch-drunk and possessive of Hawks until he makes him cum hard. The hero can’t even scream, all the air is missing from his lungs and his body convulses helplessly as ecstasy blanks out his thoughts. How he ever thought another man could do this to him is impossible, laughable.   

Dabi keeps going until Hawks has tears streaming down his lovely freckled face, riding the villain and bouncing on his length as he whimpers out promises that he’ll never go back to that bar.   

“Who do you belong to? Who makes you cum?” 

“Only you, Dabi—fuck, I tried, I fucking tried, and I can’t cum without you.” His voice is broken and wrecked and hoarse.

Then Dabi slows and the change of pace has Hawks whimpering through his tears, almost overwhelmed at the softness because he’s gotten so accustomed to being used and abused lately. But Dabi looks up at him tenderly and laces their fingers together, thrusting in deep and steady.

“What’s the matter, pretty bird? I’m right here, with you. You like being skewered on my cock, don’t you? So perfect and tight it’s like you were made to take me.” Those blue eyes burn through him, into him, two points of light while everything else fades to hot, dark pleasure.

Then Dabi’s thumb starts circling his Dick and Hawks shakes his head back and forth, thighs squeezing tight together. “Nooo—I can’t, I can’t—“  

“Can’t what?”  

“Can’t cum anymo—ore,” he sobs out, but Dabi just gives him a soft smile, and grinds his hips up again.

“Yes you can, just relax and let it happen. Be a good boy for me,” Dabi coaxes, and the thumb on his clit is relentless, driving him to another orgasm, and Hawks squeezes Dabi’s hand as he cums, a few feathers working loose and falling to the bed.

So much pleasure, it’s a pure overload and he sees stars, feels a little extra fluid squirting onto the other’s cock as he wails his pleasure, feeling like he’s slowly catching on fire and isn’t that just so fitting. Dabi’s control frays underneath him, and a few more brutal thrusts have him spilling inside Hawks. The heat blossoms inside him and goes on and on, wet and messy and irrevocably claiming. His. Hawks collapses with his head against the other’s shoulder, and jerks in sensitivity when scarred hands bury in his wings.

“Shhh, that’s my good boy. Did so well for me, took all of it....better than that damn wall separating us. Knew you were gonna be perfect the second I recognized those moans.” Hawks is boneless and brainless and kisses sloppily at Dabi’s jaw. He’s ruined, and he knows it.

Dabi slides out after a few more minutes to find something to clean up with, and is almost tender as he wipes the mess out of Hawks’ body and massages his sore lower back. Finally, this pretty birdie is all his, and his alone. The thought makes him smile to himself, and steal another kiss.