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Dabi and Hawks are at a club, dancing in the dim lights to pulsing music, both of them buzzing from the cocktails they've been slamming all night. Hawks sidles up behind Dabi, dropping his hands to Dabi's hips as he grinds up against him. Dabi feels something pressing into his ass, and arches a brow.
He scoffs, turning to snark at Hawks over his shoulder, "What're you packing with tonight, one of the straps?"
Hawks grins, leaning in to kiss at Dabi's neck. "And what if I am?"
Dabi blinks in disbelief. "You're seriously packing heat tonight?"
"Why not?" Hawks' hands slide lower on Dabi's hips, down to his thighs to push at the hem of his miniskirt. "I had something fun in mind."
Dabi is pretty sure he knows where this is going, but he decides to play along. "Oh? And what would that be?"
"Well..." Hawks shoves his hands under Dabi's leather miniskirt to palm at his ass. The thing is fucking skintight, so there's not a lot of room to maneuver. Hawks tried to talk Dabi into something a little looser, but he couldn't form a convincing argument without tipping Dabi off to his 'surprise.'
"I was thinking," Hawks says, spreading Dabi's cheeks, "we could have a little fun."
"Ah, that kind of fun, huh?" Dabi presses back into Hawks' hands, grinding his ass against the bulge in Hawks' pants. "Well, why don't you show me?"
Hawks is glad to, pulling Dabi's hips flush against his own. He slips a hand between them, reaching between Dabi's thighs to rub at him through his panties. Dabi lets out a shuddering breath, reaching back to cling to Hawks' hip as he ruts down into Hawks' hand.
"Careful," Hawks warns, stroking two of his fingers along the length of Dabi's cock. He nips at Dabi's ear, murmuring into it, "wouldn't want to get caught, now would we?"
The idea of getting caught actually sends a thrill through Dabi, but it'll be much more interesting to see how long they can get away with this, so he nods, trying to focus on keeping his composure as Hawks continues to rub at him.
Hawks presses between his folds through the panties, letting out a pleased hum when the fabric quickly turns damp.
"You like this?" Hawks asks, rubbing more firmly. "You getting off on this, baby?"
Dabi snorts. "Dunno if I'd say 'getting off.' You're certainly warming me up, though."
"Mm, let's fix that, shall we?" Hawks pulls aside Dabi's panties and circles his cunt with his fingers before plunging two in down to the knuckles.
Dabi jerks at the sudden intrusion, clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle his groan. Not that anyone would really be able to hear him over the music blaring around them.
"How's that?" Hawks asks, pumping his fingers into Dabi.
Dabi pulls his hand away from his mouth, reaching to fist his hand in Hawks' hair as Hawks starts to nip at his neck.
"It's a start," he says, his nonchalant tone somewhat ruined by how breathless he is already.
"I can work with that," Hawks says, then sinks his teeth into Dabi's neck. Dabi chokes back a moan, grinding down onto Hawks' fingers.
Hawks keeps up a gentle sway of their hips, guiding Dabi with his other hand to keep up the appearance that they're just dancing.
Not that anyone is really paying much attention to them; the other club-goers are much more preoccupied with getting shitfaced or grinding up against someone in the hopes of taking them home for the night.
Hawks works him open with deft, knowing fingers, twisting his hand to press against just the right spot and milk the wetness out of Dabi's cunt until he's soaking. Hawks did bring some lube, but he's saving that for a special treat later, so Dabi's slick by itself will have to do for now.
Hawks pulls his fingers out, lifting his hand to wrap around Dabi's throat. He squeezes slightly, just enough to tease, and smears Dabi's slick along the side of his neck.
"Hawks, c'mon," Dabi groans, tugging on his hair. Hawks smirks. He loves when Dabi gets like this, letting go of some of the stubborn, defiant front he usually puts up and letting himself become a needy mess in Hawks' hands.
Hawks mouths at Dabi's neck, savoring the taste of him as he starts to unfasten his pants. He pulls out his strap, guiding it to press the head against Dabi's cunt. It's one of their smaller toys, so Hawks has to angle Dabi's hips just right to get it inside of him. As it is, he's only going to be able to shallowly fuck him.
Hawks supposes it'll have to do; after all, this is more about getting a rise out of Dabi in the middle of this crowd than how deep Hawks can bury his cock inside of him.
He rolls his hips against Dabi, keeping rhythm with the music pounding in their ears. Dabi is only barely holding his composure, and Hawks can just hear his gasps and moans above the music.
"Fucking gorgeous, you know that?" Hawks asks, kissing along Dabi's neck. Dabi whines, squeezing Hawks' hip. Hawks slides his hand up Dabi's hip to press against his stomach, slipping his fingers under Dabi's crop top to trace along his ribs. "So beautiful for me, aren't you, baby?"
Dabi nods, and when Hawks bites down on his neck, he can feel Dabi's moan against his teeth. Hawks groans, kissing up to nip at Dabi's jaw.
"You think anyone knows that you're getting fucked?" he murmurs, low in Dabi's ear. "That you've offered yourself up so eagerly, like the little slut you are?" Dabi nods again, shuddering as Hawks pulls out to rub his strap against Dabi's cock.
Shit, Hawks can't take this anymore. Dabi is too fucking sexy. Hawks wants to absolutely wreck him, but he can't do that out here.
He tucks his strap away, pulling Dabi's skirt back down and giving him a light smack on his ass. "Bathroom. Now."
Dabi swallows thickly and nods, and they make their way to the back of the club. The single-stall bathroom is empty, so they slip inside and lock the door behind them.
Dabi is on him immediately, wrapping his arms around Hawks and kissing him for all he's worth. Hawks kisses him back, deep and filthy, backing him up towards the sink. When Dabi bumps against it, Hawks grabs him by the thighs and hefts him up onto it.
"Fuck," Dabi gasps. "Shit, you know what manhandling me like that does to me."
Hawks hums knowingly. "I do," he confirms, pushing up Dabi's skirt until it's bunched up around his hips. He pulls down Dabi's panties, leaving them hanging from one ankle, and presses his fingers into Dabi's cunt. "Shit, look at how fucking soaked you are."
Dabi groans, tipping his head back. Hawks wastes no time in claiming Dabi's neck, licking and nipping along the line of his throat. He gets his strap back out, shoving his jeans down and lining up to rub the head of his cock between Dabi's folds.
"W-wait," Dabi says, finally getting a look at the toy. "Why does that look like our cum-tube toy?"
Hawks grins against Dabi's neck, giving him a firm bite to the soft underside of his jaw. "Because the strap isn't the only surprise I'm packing tonight."
"Oh fuck," Dabi moans as Hawks pushes back into him. "You uh, you came loaded?"
"What do you think?" Hawks asks, burying himself to the hilt. Dabi's eyes flutter, his hands gripping Hawks' shoulders.
Hawks pushes up Dabi's crop top, putting his hands on Dabi's tits. Dabi hardly has any tits to speak of, but they're ridiculously sensitive, and just a squeeze and a few flicks of his nipples has Dabi keening, digging his nails into Hawks' shoulders.
"Baby, please," Dabi begs.
"I got you, baby," Hawks assures him. "I got you."
He fucks Dabi on the sink, slamming into him ruthlessly. Dabi gasps and moans against him, wrapping his arms around Hawks' shoulders. Hawks drinks up the sounds greedily.
"Gonna make you a mess, baby," Hawks promises. He pinches Dabi's nipple, drawing a whine out of him. "Gonna make it so everyone knows, just from looking at you, how good I've ruined you tonight."
Dabi pants out a string of curses, clinging to Hawks. from the way his arms are trembling, Hawks can tell he's getting close.
"You gonna come for me, baby?" he purrs. "C'mon, let it out." He dips a hand between them, squeezing Dabi's cock between two fingers to jerk him off. He bites at Dabi's jaw, and growls in his ear, "I wanna hear you scream."
Dabi delivers, his voice breaking as he comes undone on Hawks' cock.
Hawks rams into him a few more times for good measure, abusing his overstimulated cunt, before burying himself inside Dabi and reaching into his pocket to depress the syringe of the cumtube.
Once Dabi is nice and filled, Hawks pulls out and places his hands on the insides of Dabi's thighs, using his thumbs to spread Dabi's folds so he can see the cum lube gather at his entrance.
"Aww, baby, look how sweet you look," he says, leaning forward to peck Dabi on the lips. Dabi grumbles something incoherent, giving Hawks a half-hearted glare. Hawks kisses him again, then steps back to admire his handiwork. Dabi looks like a proper fucked-out mess: his lips kiss-swollen, his neck covered in hickies, his clothes rumpled, and his cock twitching as cum drips from the folds of his swollen pussy.
"What do you say to one more dance?" Hawks says, tucking his strap away again.
Dabi sits up with a huff, tugging his top back down. "You're evil," he says.
"Sure am," Hawks says, unrepentant. "Oh, and I'm keeping these." He holds up Dabi's panties, having snagged them while Dabi was still dazed from his orgasm. "You know, as a trophy."
Dabi gives him a bratty pout. "Pure evil," he says.
Hawks grins, tucking Dabi's panties away in his back pocket before helping Dabi to his feet, pulling down his skirt for him.
He kisses Dabi sweetly on the cheek, then gives his ass a light smack towards the door. Dabi rolls his eyes, wobbling a little as he starts towards the door. Oh, he's not going to be able to walk straight for hours. And with that lube dripping out of him with no panties to catch it...
Hawks is very much looking forward to the rest of tonight.