Say Please

Dabi watches the toy slide out of Hawks’ stretched entrance slowly, marveling at how much of the length he managed to take and how perfect he looked wrapped around it, plush mouth hanging wide on each moan like he was disbelieving of it too. Yet he’d been the one to purchase the toy, he’d been the one who had suggested this as a warm-up to taking Dabi’s actual length when they’d figured out night one that it would be far too tight a fit. He’d even been the one to find a toy that was black at the base and blue at the tip, claiming it was “Dabi’s colors” and therefore the sexiest possible option. Ridiculous, and perfectly Hawks. Now he’s managed to take so much of it, and Dabi reaches forward to rub a single fingertip through the mess of Hawks’ own slick and the copious lube he’d used to prepare himself. Hawks had been trying to hide his embarrassment as he worked in two fingers, pretending they could ever go as deep as Dabi’s, but when Dabi had started to push the thick toy inside his bluster had fallen away on a whimper, just a soft little noise at the back of his throat that said he was losing that well-kept mask.

Dabi loves that. He loves to see Hawks fall apart, and even better, to hear it. His beautiful hero, yanked out of the sky and thrown here on the bed beneath him, all his to do with as he pleases. Setting the toy aside, Dabi moves to kneel alongside Hawks’ prone body, one hand shooting out to wrap around his throat before he can form question or protest. The little catch in Hawks’ breath at this, and the way his lips part ever so slightly, tells Dabi all he needs to know as his fingers trail downwards along the flat slope of Hawks’ body, then dip into the wet heat between his thighs. So creamy, so perfect for him already, and loose enough that he can just push two fingers inside. Hawks arches up, fingers grasped tight in the sheets as his body clenches on instinct, muscle gripping around the digits inside him until Dabi starts to pump his wrist.

“Shh—no, no. No going anywhere, little bird. I’m going to teach you a lesson tonight,” he murmurs, thumb stroking across the hollow of his throat as Hawks struggles to stay still. “You’re going to learn to use your words with me. Before you can even think about getting fucked properly, you have to learn how to ask with your words.” Hawks bites his lower lip, looking up at Dabi with an expression clearly torn between frustration and arousal. But it isn’t up to him right now, and Dabi hums, stilling his fingers from where they’d begun to thrust. Hawks is silent at first, though his brow furrows, wondering what’s going to happen. But Dabi doesn’t move, and his irritation builds until he starts rolling his hips down, trying to fuck himself on the digits buried inside him.

“No, I didn’t tell you to do that,” Dabi chastises, pulling his fingers out and bringing them down on a hard spank over the nub of Hawks’ clit. He jumps, giving a yelp of pain and shock, but Dabi quickly soothes it by rubbing up and down his slick sex. “If you can’t be good, you won’t get anything. Now, what do you want?”

Hawks pants, looking down his body and watching Dabi’s fingers tease at his entrance. He feels so empty it’s almost painful, body clenching on nothing and dick so hard it’s almost at two or three inches. There’s a clear war going on inside his head, between his independent nature and his needy body telling him to give in, beg and plead for what it needs. Dabi continues teasing him, dipping his fingertips inside and then spanking Hawks’ cunt again when he refuses to speak. “You have until I count to ten, and then you get nothing. No toy, no fingers, no orgasm.”

That certainly seems to do something. Hawks grunts, eyes flashing with panic as his feathers begin to shake. He hates being denied; it’s Dabi’s ultimate threat, and the one that he’s quickly learned to use against the hero to get his way. “One…” he begins, and Hawks huffs, clearly trying to hold his tongue. “Two…” Just to be a bastard, he rubs his fingers up and down Hawks’ sex again, then takes his dick between two fingers and slowly starts to jerk it. “Three…”

Hawks makes it all the way to six before he breaks down.

“Please...I want your fingers inside me. Please just—put them in me and fuck me,” he manages, the words rushed and stumbling out over one another. It’s not the best begging he’s ever heard, but Dabi is satisfied enough that he does as Hawks asked, pushing two fingers up inside them and curving them just so to hit his g-spot. Then he watches with pure satisfaction as Hawks’ eyes slowly widen and he moves to look down his body, breath heaving in and out of his chest as he starts to feel that impossible pressure building inside him. His thighs begin to quiver and he bucks his hips needily until Dabi releases his throat to pin them down to the bed.

It’s not as though Hawks doesn’t have plenty of tells about how he’s feeling. Dabi knows just how close he is by the way his pussy clenches, by the darkening of his eyes and the tiny, helpless rolls of his hips even under Dabi’s too-hot hand on his stomach. But he wants to hear him say it, wants the hero to beg and plead for him, to learn the first of what will be many lessons about how to behave properly. He’ll relish the day when Hawks begs like a shameless slut from the very first, but for now, he slows his fingers just enough to get another whine. “Come on, I asked to hear your voice. Tell me.”

“I wanna—I wanna cum, oh god, that feels so good—please, please let me cum,” Hawks begins, and Dabi’s smile is stretched wide across his ghastly face because that’s it, that’s what he was after. Hawks is already learning to ask permission before he cums, and Dabi didn’t have to spank in that lesson like he expected. “Please, Dabi, fuck, I want to cum—feels so fucking good, what are you doing , I’m so close gonna cum—“ he pleads as Dabi speeds up his wrist again, a wet noise sounding in the space between them from just how slick Hawks is in this moment.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Dabi asks, stroking Hawks clit harder as he loses his grip on words and begins to just moan, the fluttering clenches inside his body becoming desperate as he starts to cum, his body unable to decide whether or not it wants more. “You can cum—though you’re being naughty and doing it already,” he murmurs, and Hawks is too gone to do anything but scream, his hips coming up off the bed as he pulses around Dabi’s finger, legs shaking helplessly. It’s going to feel so good when he’s properly stretched, and Dabi can slide in and feel that squeeze around his cock…

But for now, he’s happy enough to have taught Hawks the first lesson in manners—always say please.