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“I’m so sorry Mr. Hawks. We’ll get it fixed as soon as possible.” The woman, a wardrobe assistant if Keigo remembered correctly, said as she bowed deeply in front of him. Her face was bright red and her hands were shaking, obviously incredibly nervous. He knew it wasn’t her fault and even if it had been, he had a reputation as a friendly, easy-going hero to keep up.
“Nah, it’s fine.” He replied with his best comforting smile and saw as she began to visibly relax. “Happens all the time.” He hated how true that was. This was far from the first time he’d shown up at a photo studio and been handed a set of clothes with zero accommodation for his wings. It seems most people either forgot to alter the clothes or refused to even try and expected him to take the photos shirtless.
“Uh, then… I’ll go check in with the seamstress about getting it altered.” She said with a small bow before turning to scurry away. She paused a few feet away and spun back to face him. “I’ll uh… I’ll let you know when it’s done so feel free to relax for now, Mr. Hawks.” Keigo nodded absently, a small smile still adorning his face as she offered another bow before turning away and disappearing around a corner.
He took a deep breath, pushing the tension and frustration out along with the air. He may be irritated that he was here, waiting to take pictures in a stupid butler costume of all things, instead of out saving people (or any of the other million things he needed to do), but it wouldn’t be good to let it get to him. With another deep breath and a shake of his wings to release more tension, he crossed the room to the wardrobe wrack sitting against the wall. Absently, he flipped through the garments hanging from it, curious about the plethora of costumes it seemed to hold. He paused about halfway through, the costume there not quite like all the others. He looked it over with a questioning raise of his brow and was just about to move on when he heard a voice behind him.
“You were originally supposed to have a partner for this shoot.” Keigo looked over his shoulder and found the photographer's assistant, her face split with a gentle smile and eyes full of sympathy. They’d worked together on a few shoots in the past so this wasn’t the first time she’s seen wardrobe forget about his wings. “She was going to wear that one but the art director changed his mind last minute. They still packed it up and brought it along it seems.” She paused before letting out a soft laugh. “Although, it seems like that would have been a better option for you than what they picked anyways.” Keigo finally let out a genuine chuckle at that.
“Heh, yeah.” He said, looking down at the maid uniform his hand was still hovering over. “I suppose you’re right about that.” She really wasn’t wrong. The frilly maid’s uniform was almost entirely backless and would actually accommodate his wings much better. Plus, it wouldn’t be as restrictive on his shoulders and back. In addition to his wings themselves, people often forget about the muscles he needed in order to support and use them, which meant even things with a hole cut for his wings tended to be too tight for comfort. “But nobody wants to see me put this on.” He said with a teasing smirk but before she could respond, there was another loud voice.
“Oh my god, yes!” Startled, they both spun to find the makeup artist standing a few feet away, her eyes wide with amusement. “Please, Mr. Hawks?” Keigo furrowed his brow in confusion, casting a glance to the photographer’s assistant then back to the makeup artist. “Please, it’ll be so fun.” She begged, bringing her clasped hands up to her face to beg. “We have to wait for the other outfit to be altered anyway and I promise, we won’t take pictures or anything.”
Keigo glanced back at the maid costume. It was… cute, and it certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d ever worn… He brought a hand up to scrub at his face, surprised he was even considering this.
“Pleeeeeeaaase.” Came another drawn out plea from the makeup artist. “You’d look so good. Wouldn’t he look good?” She spun to ask the photographer’s assistant, who froze under her intense gaze.
“Uh, huh? I mean… yeah-uh.” She foundered looking between Keigo and the excited woman. “Yes?” She finally said as if asking rather than answering and Keigo couldn’t help the smile that bloomed in response to the absurdity of the situation. Taking another deep breath, he decided ‘fuck it’, might as well have fun instead of sulking around. It seemed to make her pretty happy and he was kind of a whore for praise so he couldn’t complain.
“Sure, let’s do it.” He agreed and the young woman jumped for joy in front of him. The outfit was plucked from the rack and shoved into his hands before he was quickly ushered to a changing room. Then, halfway through getting the outfit on, a pair of stockings and heels were slid under the curtain. He paused to stare at them for a moment before huffing a disbelieving laugh with a shake of his head. Eventually, he had to have them pass him a different pair of underwear as well when he realized his boxers were just long enough to peek out beneath the short skirt. If he was doing this, he was going all out and no way would he let a pair of underwear ruin the look.
As soon as he emerged fully dressed, he was met with a chorus of pleased squeals. The photographer’s assistant was still nearby, quietly lurking in a corner, but the makeup artist was now joined by a few other staff members in the middle of the room. They broke into excited applause at the sight of him and he couldn’t help but preen a little. It felt good to be admired, sue him.
He spun slowly, arching his wings just so for maximum effect. When he stopped, everyone rushed forward to surround and admire him. They seemed in awe of his ability to not only stand, but walk smoothly in the stilettos they’d half-jokingly provided. Little did they know the commission had put him through much more intense training for balance on uneven footing than any pair of shoes could provide.
“Uh, Hawks?” The photographer’s assistant spoke up again, waiting for him to look up from the adoring crowd surrounding him. “Your uh… your phone is ringing.” Keigo paused, scrunching his brow as he tried to guess who could be calling him now and whether it was worth it to answer.
“Who is it?” He asked, watching as a blush began tinting her cheeks but she didn’t answer. He raised his brows questioningly to prompt her and she glanced uncertainly at everyone gathered around.
“It says… s-sex god.” She answered without meeting his gaze. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. He should have thought that through better, before asking like that. Keigo felt the blood drain from his face but did his best to maintain his usual smile. He was going to fucking kill Dabi. With a forced chuckle, he stepped toward the table.
“My friend thinks they’re much funnier than they are.” He joked as he scooped his phone up. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to take this call.” He offered a quick bow of his head and began moving toward the back door, lifting the phone to answer as he did. He was already in trouble with people hearing that contact name, at least there was less of a chance of anyone overhearing their conversation this way.
“Did you change your contact name in my phone?” He started as he reached the door, pushing his way out into the alley behind the studio. There was a moment of silence followed by a peel of laughter. “Sex god? Really?” He asked in disbelief and received another laugh as a reply.
“I totally forgot about that!” The amusement was clear in Dabi’s voice as he responded and it just irritated Keigo even more. “So, what? Are you disagreeing?” Keigo didn’t need to see him to know that Dabi had that stupid, teasing smirk plastered to his face, he could practically hear it dripping through his words. “That’s not what you were saying when we…” Keigo clicked his tongue in frustration, cutting him off.
“How’d you even get my password anyway?” Keigo questioned, bringing a hand up to rub over his face. He was so freaking tired but, as much as he hated to admit it, he felt a little better after hearing Dabi’s voice.
“Really?” Dabi asked incredulously. “The name of your favorite Yakitori place? Not that hard to figure out, Birdbrain.” Keigo felt a strange flutter in his stomach at the fact that Dabi knew the name of his favorite Yakitori place off the top of his head. Rumi was his best friend and even she couldn’t remember it.
“Whatever.” Keigo mumbled as he kicked at the ground with the toe of his shoe, suddenly feeling more bashful. “There’s probably gonna be weird rumors about me now cause of your stupid prank.” Dabi chuckled again and Keigo felt another flip of his stomach at the sound. “So, what did you want anyways?”
“Ah, right. I have some documents I need you to look over, so let’s meet up.” Dabi sounded almost bored and Keigo immediately missed the teasing lilt to his voice.
“Oh… uh…” Keigo muttered as he considered. He actually did kinda want to see Dabi but his handler would be incredibly upset if he left the shoot early. With another huffed sigh, he answered. “I’m kinda busy with a photo shoot right now and they’ll actually kill me if I ditch, so I’m not sure when I’ll be done. Later, though.”
“Oooh, what do they have you wearing now, birdie?” The playful tone was back in Dabi’s voice and Keigo grinned. “Some fancy as hell suit? Or some avant-garde shit?” Keigo glanced down at his current outfit and bit his lip in thought. It was…both?...neither? If only Dabi knew, he’d probably lose his shit. “Or… are you not wearing anything at all? I bet that’s the kinda shit you’d…”
“…do…” Suddenly Dabi’s voice came not only from the phone at his ear, but also from behind him. Keigo spun around, eyes going wide as he saw Dabi turning the corner into the alleyway. “Oh…” Remarked the man in front of him and then, a fraction of a second later, it was echoed through the phone. Keigo felt frozen, holding Dabi’s eye contact as he slowly lowered his phone to hang up. A second later, Dabi lowered his phone in response.
For a moment, neither of them moved, just staring wide-eyed at one another. Then, there was a thump from the other side of the studio’s back door, and with a jolt Keigo was snapped back to reality. He twisted around, flicking his eyes around the alley quickly to ensure it was still empty and that they hadn’t been seen. Then, he rushed forward and grabbed Dabi by his wrist, dragging him down an offshoot of the alley and behind the cover of a dumpster. They could still be seen from the chest up, but it was better cover than being out in the open
Before Keigo had a chance to say anything, he found himself pressed up against the wall behind him, one of Dabi’s hands on his hip, the other tangled in his hair at the back of his neck. Using his grip on Keigo’s neck, Dabi tilted his face up, bringing their lips together in a crushing kiss. After a moment of shocked stillness, Keigo’s eyes slid closed and his lips began to move in response to Dabi’s.
The kiss was rough and it was hungry, but more than anything, it was comfortable. Keigo felt the stress of his crappy day already melting away as he brought his arms up to wrap around Dabi’s neck, drawing him in closer. They continued on, pushing and pulling, gasping in a breath when they could, until finally Dabi pulled back. He moved far enough to look Keigo up and down again, but stayed close enough for Keigo to continue to feel his heaving breaths.
“Holy shit, Birdie.” Dabi rumbled as he ran his hands along Keigo’s sides. “This is so fucking hot. They really have you posing in shit like this?” He asked as he dipped his head to begin pressing kisses along Keigo’s jaw and down his neck.
“No, it’s uh…” Keigo answered as his eyes slid closed. “My outfit…” He paused to gulp heavily as he tried to gather his thoughts. “My outfit needed alterations and…” His eyes flew open and he broke off with a gasp as Dabi slipped one hand beneath the hem of Keigo’s skirt to meet bare skin and simultaneously grazed his teeth along the junction of where his neck met his shoulder. He could feel Dabi’s smirk against his skin and he wanted to be annoyed, he did, but it was just so… good.
“Ah, so this is just for fun, then?” Dabi whispered against Keigo’s neck as his second hand joined the first beneath Keigo’s skirt, sliding tantalizingly closer to his ass. Keigo nodded in answer, not trusting his voice to come out even. “Ah…” Dabi mumbled before placing another kiss to Keigo’s jaw. “Let’s have some fun then.”
He reclaimed Keigo’s lips in a searing kiss as he firmly gripped his ass with both hands, kneading at the pliant flesh under his fingers. Keigo let out a quiet moan that was swallowed up instantly by Dabi’s mouth. He was quickly losing control of the situation, distinctly aware of Dabi’s forming erection pressing against his hip and already feeling himself growing hard.
“Mr. Hawks?” Keigo was snapped out of his stupor by the sound of a voice calling him from the end of the alleyway. He broke the kiss, shoving Dabi back and making him stumble a step or two from the sudden pressure against his chest. He snapped his head toward the opening of the alley and breathed a sigh of relief to see it still empty. “Mr. Hawks, are you out here?” The voice was closer now and if the quiet sound of footsteps was anything to go by, they’d be turning the corner any second now.
In a split second decision, Keigo grabbed Dabi by the shoulders, yanking him closer before shoving him down to kneel on the ground. Dabi collapsed to his knees with a grunt, Keigo’s hand pressed over his mouth to prevent much other sound from escaping. Just before the interloper turned the corner, Keigo once again brought his phone to his ear, pretending to still be on a call.
“Oh, there you are Mr. Hawks.” The wardrobe assistant called as she turned the corner, seeing Keigo standing behind the dumpster, only visible from the chest up.
“Hang on one second.” He said into the phone, watching from the corner of his eyes as Dabi stifled a laugh. He pulled the phone away from his ear, turning to her with raised brows. “What’s up?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to disturb your phone call.” She rushed out, her expression turning apologetic. “I just wanted to let you know that the modifications are almost complete.” Below him, Dabi raised his hands, bringing them to skim along the outside of Keigo’s thighs and Keigo did his best to discreetly swat at him as he continued to listen. “They just wanted me to confirm that you could shed enough feathers to get each wing through an opening that’s only about six inches long and an inch wide.”
“No problem.” Keigo did his best to maintain his smile and easygoing tone as Dabi continued to push further, gripping his thighs firmly. “That should be e…” He stuttered as Dabi flipped his skirt up to duck his head under and place a kiss against his inner thigh. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Sorry, that should be easy enough.”
“Oh, okay. Good.” She said as she nodded and began to turn away. Keigo let out the breath he’d been hiding and dropped his gaze down to where Dabi was still pressing kisses to his thighs, but had to snap his eyes back up as she paused and turned back. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He plastered his fake smile back on, using his free hand to push against Dabi’s head in a silent plea for him to cooperate. “We’re getting ready to order lunch so I wanted to check that you don’t have any restrictions on what you can eat or anything.”
“Nope.” Keigo replied, his smile growing more strained as Dabi completely ignored him and instead slipped his hands up to grip Keigo’s ass through his underwear. “I can eat anything, so whatever you order is fine.” The woman nodded again with a wide smile and Keigo did his best to reciprocate, wishing the conversation would just end already.
Dabi kneaded at his ass again, pulling his hips forward as he moved to mouth at Keigo’s quickly growing erection. Keigo’s wings twitched behind him and he had to disguise the choked off groan that nearly escaped as a cough. The wardrobe assistant took a step toward him in concern and Keigo brought his free hand up to wave at her dismissively.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m fine.” He rambled in a panic but succeeded in stopping her from getting any closer. “I just have a dry throat from the weather.” He said and flashed her another smile as he lifted his foot to gently kick at Dabi, a last ditch effort to get him to at least calm down for a minute.
“Ah, I see.” She nodded back, some of the concern leaving her face. “Well, don’t stay out for too long then, okay?” Keigo clenched his jaw with the effort of maintaining his expression when his plan to stop Dabi backfired. He felt Dabi grip the leg he’d been kicking him with and hike it over his shoulder, granting him better access to both Keigo’s ass and his barely contained erection.
“Yep.” Keigo answered with a strained voice and a curt nod. “Soon as I’m done with this call.” Her eyes grew wide again in surprise and for a moment Keigo panicked, thinking she had caught on.
“Oh, right, your call. I’m so sorry to have interrupted.” She apologized as she offered a quick bow and Keigo relaxed minutely. “I’ll head back in then and let them know you’ll be back soon.” She gave one more quick bow and flashed him a smile before turning and finally disappearing around the corner.
Keigo sagged against the wall as the tension finally left him, held up by Dabi’s grip on his ass and the support of his shoulder. He could feel his wings pinch a little from being pressed against the wall, but at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care. His hands dropped to hang limply by his sides and his eyes slid closed as his head fell back to rest against the wall.
“I hate you.” He murmured with a slight shake of his head. Dabi chuckled in response, his face still pressed against Keigo’s crotch and mouth over his clothed erection. It sent a shock of vibrations through Keigo’s cock and he let out an involuntary groan, his hand shooting up to grab at Dabi’s head through the fabric of his skirt.
“Nah.” Dabi disagreed before placing a final kiss to Keigo’s inner thigh. “You don’t hate me, pretty bird.” He rumbled as he released Keigo’s ass and slid his leg off his shoulder, guiding it down to rest his foot gently on the ground. Feet back on the ground, Keigo shifted slightly to allow his wings to tuck more comfortably against his back. Dabi pulled back to instead ruck Keigo’s skirt up, holding it at his hips.
At the feeling of Dabi grabbing his wrist, Keigo cracked his eyes open, glancing down and watching Dabi guide his free hand to where the fabric was bunched at his hip. Following the silent request, Keigo gripped the fabric so that it stayed in place even when Dabi released it. Then Dabi reached to take the phone from Keigo’s other hand and slipped it into his back pocket before guiding that hand to do the same as the first.
Dabi moved to settle his hands over where Keigo’s underwear rested on his hips, slipping his thumbs under the waistband on either side. He paused to look up through his lashes, fixing his gaze on Keigo’s face, and the sight of those vibrant blue eyes shrouded by dark lashes nearly did Keigo in. He was barely aware of the low keen that slipped past his lips but it seemed to be enough for Dabi.
“See.” Dabi said with a smirk, “I think you like me, Birdie.” Then, without breaking eye contact, he moved to cup Keigo’s cock through his underwear and squeezed gently, making Keigo let out a deep groan. “Or do you push all the villains you meet to their knees in an alleyway and get this hard for them?”
The withering glare that Keigo shot down at Dabi in response was slightly undermined by the deep blush coloring his cheeks and the shallow breaths escaping through his barely parted lips. As Dabi darted his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, he moved to quickly slide Keigo’s underwear down, letting them fall to pool at his feet.
As soon as Keigo’s cock sprung free, Dabi reached to wrap a warm hand around it, the stimulation drawing a hiss from Keigo. In response, Dabi swiped his thumb over the slit, smearing the gathered precome. Keigo clenched his jaw as he threw his head back, barely muffling the groan that escaped him. Before Keigo had even had time to recover, Dabi lurched forward, using his tongue to lap at the tip of Keigo’s cock and earning him an unfiltered moan as Keigo’s eyes snapped open. Apparently spurred on by this reaction, Dabi leaned in further and took the head of Keigo’s cock into his mouth before hollowing his cheeks around it.
“Shit, Dabs…” Keigo hissed, his grip on the skirt tightening until his knuckles were white. Dabi smirked around the dick in his mouth, his grip on Keigo’s hip tightening, then bobbed his head to take in more. Keigo’s mouth fell open and his gaze fell back down to the top of Dabi’s head just in time to see Dabi pull back, leaving just the tip in his mouth, and look up at Keigo through his lashes again.
Holding eye contact, Dabi swirled his tongue around the head, then swiped over the tip. “Oh, fuuuuck…” Keigo drew out with a whine, his eyes sliding closed again as he released the skirt with one hand to instead grip the hair at the top of Dabi’s head. Dabi huffed a laugh through his nose before diving back in, bobbing his head and skillfully maneuvering his tongue as Keigo’s shaft slid in and out of his mouth.
Keigo did his best not to tighten his grip on Dabi’s hair too much, instead squeezing at the skirt in his other hand. It was almost embarrassing how quickly Dabi could get him this worked up, but at this point, he just really couldn’t give less of a shit. Before long, his hips were moving in small, aborted thrusts to match Dabi’s movement.
Dabi gripped Keigo’s hips tightly and pressed his back firmly against the wall, stalling his movements. Then, Dabi pushed forward again, only stopping when his nose reached Keigo’s pelvis. He paused for a second, Keigo’s cock pressing at the back of his throat, before swallowing around it and humming.
Keigo saw stars, his wings trying to twitch where they were pinned behind him, and he tightened his grip on Dabi’s hair as another deep moan ripped from his throat. Dabi’s hum reverberated through Keigo’s cock and he swore he could feel it over his whole body. His breath was coming as shallow puffs, whimpers escaping occasionally on the exhale, and he could feel a familiar warmth pooling low in his abdomen.
“Fuck, Dabs, please…” Keigo pleaded, although he wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was begging for. However, Dabi seemed to know even without being told and gave another short hum before pulling back until only the tip rested in his mouth again and adjusted his position, spreading his legs a little so that he was more comfortable and stable. Then, he gave Keigo’s hips a firm squeeze before moving his hands to instead rest on the back of his thighs. Looking up at Keigo through his lashes again, he relaxed his jaw and gave Keigo’s thigh an encouraging smack.
“Oh…” Keigo mumbled as his eyes locked onto Dabi’s and his focus returned enough to understand what Dabi was offering. “Yeah, okay.” Keigo held eye contact with Dabi as he straightened a bit, adjusting his stance so that he didn’t need the support of the wall anymore and lifting the skirt to be better out of the way. He paused, then slid his hand free of Dabi’s hair to run his knuckles gently against his cheek, earning a raised brow from Dabi in response to the intimate gesture. “You sure?”
Dabi’s brow crinkled in slight confusion for a moment before smoothing out as he rolled his eyes and smirked around the dick still resting on his tongue. He locked eyes with Keigo again and raised both brows in amusement as he nodded slowly and smacked Keigo’s ass playfully.
“Hey!” Keigo cried as he fixed Dabi with a half-hearted glare and gently swatted at his cheek. “I’m just tryna be nice, don’t be a brat.” Dabi huffed a laugh through his nose, and at the sight of his eyes sparkling with glee, Keigo’s glare lost any venom it may have had before melting away, his wings fluffing up slightly behind him. “You ready?” Keigo asked as he slowly slid his fingers back through Dabi’s hair, coming to a rest at the top of his head.
With another curt nod from Dabi, Keigo tightened his grip on his hair a little. Using the leverage it provided, he tilted Dabi’s head back slightly to improve the angle. He pushed his hips forward slowly, letting out a breathy moan at the feeling of his cock sliding over Dabi’s tongue. When he reached the back of Dabi’s throat, he paused before slowly pulling back again. Dabi gave a slightly annoyed grunt and smacked Keigo’s ass again, urging him to just get on with it.
Keigo took a deep breath before pushing back in, a little more forcefully this time, and felt Dabi hum around his cock again. After adjusting his grip on Dabi’s hair, Keigo pulled back until just the tip rested on Dabi’s tongue before bucking his hips forward, his breath hitching as Dabi’s throat accepted him easily.
“Fuuuuuck…” Keigo whined as he fell into rhythm, bucking his hips in deep thrusts as he guided Dabi’s head to meet him, and felt more than heard Dabi’s own moan in reply. Keigo cracked his eyes open when he felt Dabi’s hands leave his thighs and his rhythm faltered for a moment when he took in the sight below him. Dool spilled out around the dick sliding past Dabi’s lips and down his chin, his eyes were half lidded and glassed over, and his hands were scrabbling desperately to get his belt undone and his own pants open.
After a moment, Dabi succeeded, pushing his pants out of the way and reaching beneath the waistband of his underwear to palm at his own painfully hard cock. The much needed stimulation made Dabi moan in relief, which, in turn, drew a moan from Keigo. His eyes screwed shut for a moment before he snapped them open again to look down at Dabi.
“Show me.” Keigo panted, snapping his hips forward again and groaning when Dabi swallowed around him. “Let me see you touch yourself.” Dabi complied, pushing the waistband of his underwear out of the way and pulling his cock free. The lewd sight of Dabi fisting his own cock, wet with precome, while Keigo fucked into his mouth made Keigo roll his eyes back with a groan. “Fuck, Dabs, I’m close.”
Dabi responded with a slight nod and another hum, pushing his face forward again and working his tongue along the bottom of Keigo’s shaft as best he could. Keigo let out another groan, doing his best to maintain his rhythm as he felt the tension in his abdomen build more and more. Then, suddenly, Dabi brought one of his hands up to cup Keigo’s balls, squeezing them gently, and Keigo snapped like a coiled spring.
His wings fluffed up and spasmed on either side of him and his throat felt raw with the force of the moan that ripped free from his lips as his orgasm crashed into him, filling Dabi’s mouth with warm cum. Dabi bobbed his head, milking every drop from Keigo as the rhythm of his strokes over his own cock slowed before coming to a stop.
Finally, the tension released from Keigo’s muscles and he sagged back against the wall, wings drooping and legs feeling a little wobbly. He let his head loll back, bumping into the wall behind him, and slid his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. Keigo heard the lewd pop as his dick slid free of Dabi’s mouth when he sat back and twitched when the cold air hit the sensitive skin of his dick. He let out a low chuckle, his body feeling tingly and heavy but his mind feeling like it was floating in the clouds.
Keigo looked down again in time to see Dabi wipe some of the spit from his chin with the back of his hand. He was opening his mouth to make a comment but was cut off when Dabi reached out and gripped his hips tightly. He was yanked away from the wall before Dabi used his grip to spin him around, carefully avoiding the wings that flew past his face. Suddenly finding himself facing the wall, Keigo threw his hands out to catch himself with an undignified squawk.
While Keigo was still trying to catch up to this turn of events, Dabi gripped his hip with one hand and placed the other on his lower back to push him forward. With minimal effort, Keigo was pushed to lean forward against the wall, hands splayed out beside his face and ass on full display. Dabi released his hips and instead gripped both of his ass cheeks, using his thumbs to spread them.
“What are you…” Keigo started as looked over his shoulder, but was cut off by Dabi burying his face between his cheeks and licking a stripe over his hole. Keigo gasped, his wings flaring out beside him, and realized that Dabi hadn’t swallowed the cum in his mouth when he felt warmth oozing from Dabi’s mouth and against his hole, before sliding down his thighs. Dabi latched his mouth over Keigo’s hole, sucking gently and Keigo let out a whimper, feeling his spent cock try to twitch.
“Wait, Dabs…” Keigo huffed, trying to catch his breath as Dabi licked over his hole again before pressing the tip of his tongue more firmly against it. Keigo whimpered, feeling his legs shake with the oversensitivity. Dabi huffed a laugh, the puff of air against his hole making Keigo shiver, then leaned in to nip at the rim of Keigo’s hole before pulling back.
“Just relax, Birdie.” Dabi rasped, his voice even rougher than usual, before nipping at Keigo’s ass and laughing again when Keigo yelped. Dabi gripped Keigo’s hips again, using the leverage to help pull himself back to his feet, and groaned when his legs straightened for the first time in several minutes. “I’m not gonna go all the way here in an alley, so don’t worry.” He said as he stepped closer to Keigo’s back and reached down between his thighs. “I just can’t really leave in this state.”
Keigo’s breath hitched when he felt the familiar press of Dabi’s cock against his ass as Dabi ran his fingers through the cum dripping down his legs, spreading it further. He was overstimulated and currently expected back in the studio any time now but the rational part of his brain was struggling to remind him that there was a reason Dabi was holding back. Having sex here and now would be difficult and cleanup would be a hassle, so they really shouldn’t… even if Keigo really wanted to throw caution to the wind and get absolutely railed against the wall of this alley.
“Just lend me your thighs for a bit.” Keigo was snapped from his thoughts by Dabi’s request. As his brain processed the words, he heard Dabi spit into his hand followed by a satisfied groan and the obscene sound of squelching as Dabi slicked up his cock. After a moment, Dabi bumped his boot clad foot against the outside of one of Keigo’s heels. “Put your legs together for me.” Keigo gulped heavily and adjusted his stance, letting his wings droop on either side so they were out of the way and bringing his feet closer together, squeezing his thighs tight. He could already feel the wet slide of skin between his thighs and a shiver of anticipation ran up his spine, making a few of his feathers puff up.
He jolted slightly at the first press of Dabi’s cock against the back of his thighs and held his breath as Dabi pushed slowly forward with a low groan. He could feel each of Dabi’s piercing slide along his flesh as he pressed further forward and his stomach flipped at the memory of how they felt when they were inside him. Keigo’s breathing grew heavier and his cock gave another feeble twitch as Dabi bottomed out, his balls pressed against the back of Keigo’s thighs.
“So pretty.” Dabi mumbled as he ran his hands along the outside of Keigo’s thighs and pulled his hips back. “And so good for me.” Dabi thrust forward again and Keigo’s heart was practically in his throat as he did his best to muffle the sounds trying to escape him. Dabi rocked his hips in shallow thrusts as his arms moved to wrap around Keigo’s waist and he rested his chest along Keigo’s back. The new position put Dabi’s mouth right against the shell of Keigo’s ear and he felt a shiver run through him at the sound of Dabi’s heavy breathing so close.
“God,” Dabi murmured into Keigo’s ear, nipping at the skin just behind it before continuing. “I just wanna steal you from this dumb photo shoot and take you back to your place so I can fuck you until you can’t even stand straight.” A moan slipped past Keigo’s lips at the idea, before he clenched his jaw to silence it.
“Hey.” Dabi scolded quietly as he slid a hand up Keigo’s chest to press his fingers against Keigo’s lips.“Let me hear you, Birdie.” He whispered into Keigo’s ear and as soon as Keigo relaxed his jaw, he pressed two fingers into his mouth. “I love all your pretty little noises.” Keigo whimpered in response, eyes sliding closed at the feeling of Dabi’s cock still moving between his thighs.
When Dabi suddenly pulled back before slamming his hips forward, a breathy moan slid past Dabi’s fingers in his mouth. “Good boy.” Dabi rumbled in praise and Keigo could feel his knees growing weaker. The fingers were removed from Keigo’s mouth, Dabi sliding his hand to grope at Keigo’s chest instead, teasing his nipple through the fabric of the maid costume. He pinched down on the sensitive bud, drawing an embarrassing whine from Keigo as his wings twitched faintly, and Dabi chuckled in response.
He smiled against the skin of Keigo’s neck before placing an open mouthed kiss there, nipping and licking gently over the spot, but was careful to keep it soft enough not to leave a lasting mark. Dabi pulled back to give the slightly red skin a once over before dipping back in to place a gentle kiss over it. Apparently satisfied, Dabi stood upright, hands falling to grip Keigo’s hips again. His thrusts were deeper, but still slow as he looked down at Keigo, thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh at the small of his back.
“Fuck.” He groaned with another snap of his hips. “I can’t wait to take my time with you…” The thrust of his hips picked up in speed and Keigo’s mouth fell open to let out panting breaths. “Press you down into the mattress and watch your greedy little hole swallow me down to the hilt.” Keigo couldn’t stop the gentle mewls that left him on every exhale now. “Watch you bounce on my cock while you beg for me to give you more.” Dabi was thrusting harder now and Keigo had to adjust his hands on the wall to support him against the force of it. “Make you come so hard you forget who you are.”
“Dabi!” Keigo yelled, voice strained from the intensity of his arousal. Despite the time since his orgasm being so short, his cock had already grown half hard again, the promise of more spurring him on.
“Yeah, fuck…” Dabi grunted out and his hips slammed forward again. “I’m close, Birdie. Can you bring your thighs closer for me?” Keigo nodded, his chest heaving, and complied, crossing one leg over the other to bring his thighs as close as possible and earning a deep groan from Dabi in response. “Fuck, pretty bird, you feel so good.”
Keigo felt like his whole body was vibrating, his own arousal quickly growing. Bracing himself on the wall with one forearm, he moved the other hand to his face, spitting into it before moving to grip his mostly hard cock. The first contact of his hand made his breath hitch, the dull sting of oversensitivity still lingering, but as he worked his cock slowly, the intense pleasure grew. He picked up speed, matching Dabi’s rhythm and working his cock with quick desperate strokes. Before long, he could feel Dabi’s thrust begin to falter, his own movements not faring much better.
“Fuck, Birdie!” Dabi yelled, thrusting his hips forward harshly. Keigo barely had time to register the exclamation before Dabi was cumming between his thighs, his cum shooting out to stain the wall in front of them. The sight made Keigo’s stomach flip again and he groaned as Dabi continued rocking his hips gently against him. After a moment, Dabi stilled, then pulled back, wincing as his cock slid free. Keigo moved to uncross his legs, already feeling his muscles burn from the uncomfortable pose. He didn’t have to miss Dabi’s warmth for long though, as he immediately leaned over him again, warm chest pressing against his back and pinning his wings.
“Let me.” Dabi grunted as hooked his chin over Keigo’s shoulder and swatted his hand away from his dick. “Spit.” Dabi commanded, holding his open palm under Keigo’s chin, and Keigo obeyed without a second thought. He nearly choked when Dabi’s hand wrapped around his sensitive cock, the slightly-too-warm heat emanating from it driving him crazy.
The first firm strokes had Keigo’s breath catching on the lump in his throat and after that, it didn’t take long. Dabi knew exactly what Keigo wanted, the right pressure, the gentle flick of his wrist at the end of each stroke, and running his thumb over the tip at just the right time. Keigo was like putty in his hands and in no time at all, he threw his head back with a quiet scream as his watery cum joined Dabi’s on the wall.
They stayed like that for a minute, Keigo leaned against the wall with his head pressed back to rest on Dabi’s shoulder. Their chests heaved together as they slowly caught their breath. With a lazy smile, Keigo turned his head to look at Dabi. Dabi smirked back at him before darting in to press their lips together again in a soft kiss. They both smiled as their lips worked against one another, firm but slow. Apparently being in an alleyway didn’t diminish the fact that they were always a little softer and more gentle post orgasm. After a minute, Dabi pulled back, bumping their foreheads together.
“You have dick breath.” Keigo giggled into the space between them and Dabi fixed him with a reproachful glare before smacking him on the ass.
“Just had to ruin the moment, didn’t you, Birdie?” Dabi grumbled as he stood up straight and Keigo laughed louder in reply. “Better than cum on my thighs though.” He teased from behind him and as Keigo stood up and turned to reply, he could feel the offending substance make its presence known between his legs.
“Ugh, you’re right.” Keigo groused as his nose crinkled in disgust. “What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can’t exactly waltz in there like this.” Keigo lifted his skirt to get a better look at the mess and, despite his displeasure, felt a pang of arousal at the obscene image he found.
“Chill.” Dabi huffed with a laugh as he bent over to scoop the underwear he’d stripped Keigo of earlier from the ground between their feet. He gave his own crotch a quick wipe with the fabric before tucking himself back into his pants and zipping them up.
“Those don’t actually belong to me.” Keigo deadpanned as Dabi folded the underwear in his hand so they were easier to work with.
“Like they’ll even notice…” Dabi answered with an exaggerated shrug, “...or care.” Keigo rolled his eyes as Dabi moved toward him, even if he knew he was right.
“And now I don't have underwear to wear.” He complained, crossing his arms as Dabi reached between his legs and began wiping at the mess. Dabi paused, lifting his eyes to meet Keigo’s, a smirk working its way onto his face.
“You gonna be lifting your skirt for somebody else?” Dabi raised a brow teasingly as he asked and Keigo clicked his tongue before flipping him off. With a chuckle, Dabi returned to his work of wiping the mess from between his legs, folding the cloth again to get more clean fabric. Keigo would never admit how much he actually loved these little moments between them. He spent so long everyday needing to perfect for everyone that it felt nice to have someone appreciate his sass.
“There,” Dabi announced as he stood up again, balling the fabric up in his hand, “all clean.” He gave Keigo a quick teasing smile before he turned to the dumpster beside them and tossed the dirty fabric into it. Keigo huffed out a laugh as he began straightening his clothes.
“Riiight…” Keigo said impassively as he jostled his wings behind him, hoping to smooth out some of the fluffed and ruffled feathers that would give him away. “Hope nobody finds those.” He flashed a smirk at Dabi and got an easy smile back as Dabi shoved his hands into his pockets.
“So what if they do?” Dabi questioned with a shrug. “Not like they’d know it was us. Plus, it’d kinda be their fault for digging in a dumpster.” Keigo gave him a weak frown before rolling his eyes and patting himself down to make sure everything was back in order so he didn’t look like a fucked out mess.
“I really need to go now, they’re probably wondering what the hell is taking so long.” Keigo said as he took a deep breath, letting it out as a huff, and stepped away from the wall. Dabi nodded sagely as he took a step into Keigo’s space.
“Time to go back to being pretty for money.” He teased with a smirk and Keigo let out an indignant huff in reply before Dabi leaned in to close the distance between them and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “But I was serious earlier.” He remarked as he pulled away and Keigo cocked his head in question, not sure what he was talking about. “I wanna take my time with you.” He said with a salacious grin. “So, I’ll be waiting at your place. Meet me when you’re done here…” He took another step backward, toward the mouth of the alleyway. “...and bring the maid outfit.” With that, he finally turned and disappeared around the corner, leaving Keigo to blink incredulously after him, a slight blush tinting his cheeks and wings once again fluffy.