The music is too loud, the lights too dim. It's just crowded enough that he can disappear for a few hours without getting overwhelmed. Normally, he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, but it's been a long day and he needs a drink. Or maybe ten.

It's easy enough to push through the sea of patrons to the bar. Fortunately, the only person paying him any attention is the bartender. It helps that he isn't the only mutant in there, and certainly not the only one with wings. Even in civilian clothes, it's rare for him to find a place where he isn't forced to be Hawks. Where he can just be Keigo for a while.

He's had a few drinks before anyone approaches that end of the bar. Most of the patrons had gone to the end closer to the DJ. He'd chosen a spot near the door so he could make a swift exit if he needed to. Keigo doesn't look up from the article on his phone as a heavily scarred man sits beside him.

"What can I get for you?" the woman behind the bar asks.

"Beer, whatever's on tap." His deep voice catches Keigo's attention. He does his best to keep his eyes on his phone. He's there to get drunk and go home, not flirt. "Interesting article?" the scarred man asks.

Downing the last of his drink, Keigo shakes his head. "Not really," he confesses. "Reminds me too much of work." The article was about a villain attack in Hosu. He was only reading because a few of Tsukuyomi's classmates were involved.

"Hero or journalist?"

"Which one changes this subject?" A low chuckle sends a spark of something he can't quite identify down Keigo's spine. There's something about this man that intrigues him in a way he's never felt before. "I came here to forget about work for a while."

A lopsided smirk joins that beautiful laugh. "If forgetting is your goal, I think you need a refill." The noise of the crowd spikes as the DJ puts on a popular song and the bartender pours more drinks. The scarred man leans closer to Keigo to officially introduce himself, "The name's Dabi."

"I'm Keigo," he reciprocates.

"Keigo? It means 'watchman'. I like it." A fight breaks out somewhere on the other side of the bar. "Damn idiots," Dabi curses. "It's always something with this crowd. How about we get out of here?"

Keigo's heart flutters. He's never been this excited about anything. "Sure. My apartment's a few blocks away."

They quietly slipped out the door as the fight turned into an all-out brawl. Police and heroes would be there soon, so Keigo doesn't feel too bad about leaving. The walk isn't long, just four blocks, but it feels like an eternity as they talk about music and movies. They're both laughing by the time Keigo unlocks the door to his apartment.

The door is barely closed before he's spun around and pinned to it. A hot mouth is on his as equally hot hands squeezes his hips. That same spark of something as before lights up every nerve in his body. He had expected something like this to happen; he just hadn't expected it to happen this fast. Not that he's complaining.

That hot mouth moves to kiss along his jaw and his hands move down to lift Keigo's thighs, wordlessly ordering the hero to wrap his legs around his waist. "Were to, pretty bird?" Dabi asks, his low tone making Keigo tremble.

He can barely think straight. "S-second door," he stutters, pointing to the door to his bedroom.

He gasps when Dabi reclaims his mouth in another rough kiss as he carries the winged man to his bed. It only takes flapping his wings a few times to disrupt the scarred man's balance. He lands on the end of the bed with a soft thud and the hero straddling his lap. That deep chuckle Keigo is slowly getting addicted to fills the room as a too hot hand sneaks under his shirt.

He can't stop the moan and chirp that Dabi pulls from him when he reaches the base of his wing. "You okay?"

"Mmhmm," he whines. His mind is so consumed by heat and lust that he barely registers his own hands fumbling with the zipper on the back of his shirt and the dampness in his boxers. "D-do that again," he begs. "Please."

Instead of those warm hands on his wings, he feels them on his own hands. Pulling them away from the zipper and taking over the task of removing his top. He doesn't get that delicious heat against his feathers back until the black fabric is tossed to the side. With more freedom, Dabi can reach more of Keigo's wings, spreading warmth and a tingling sensation in their wake and drawing beautiful moans from the bird himself.

"I think you'd cum from just this, pretty bird," Dabi taunts as he lets his hands heat up more. "Are your wings that sensitive?" Keigo drops his head down on his partner's shoulder as he strokes one of the flight feathers. "Or is it the heat?"

He's panting at this point. "Do-don't know," he mutters. "Ne-ngh-never done this be-before."

"A virgin, huh?" Keigo nods, his cheeks dawning a shade of red to rival his feathers. "Then I guess I just have to show you how it's done." The hands in his feathers move back to his hips as Dabi switches their positions. "But I have to be on top to do that," he explains as he pulls his white t-shirt over his head.

He's at a loss for words as Dabi grinds their hips together. A jolt of panic cuts through the static of pleasure. There are a few things missing that he's sure the scarred man will notice. And he doesn't know how, or if, he'll react. They didn't exactly discuss what was in each other's pants before trying to get them off.

Keigo tries to ignore that little voice in the back of his mind screaming for him to run as he lifts his hips for Dabi to pull his jeans down. Instead, he focuses on the amazing pain that blossoms in the skin the pyro has between his teeth. Every part of this man is hot, too hot. A gentle pressure replaces the sharp pain as the bite is kissed and sucked before the cycle is repeated in a different spot. He's sure there will be marks in places he won't be able to explain to his handler.

Then it all just stops. He can feel the warm hand in his underwear. A timid finger rubs a few slow circles around his clit before Dabi asks, "What did you say your pronouns were?"

"H-he him. Is something wrong?"

"Relax, Keigo," he comforts, gliding his free hand across a trembling wing. "Nothing's wrong." He kisses the angle of the hero's jaw. "I just don't want to piss you off while I fuck you into the bed. Your first time should be fun, not angry."

Whatever response Keigo's mind had come up with is gone faster than it formed as the slow circles quicken and the hand in his feathers regains its earlier heat and the lobe of his ear finds itself trapped between Dabi's teeth. The sound that emanated from him can only be described as needy. He barely registers when the hand playing with his feathers moves to his chest. It leaves light burns in it's wake as it traces the crescent scars framing his pecs. He whines when the hand rubbing him stops in favor of discarding the last of his attire.

"Damn, birdie," Dabi breathes as he slides off the end of the bed. "How are you this fucking gorgeous and still a virgin?" Keigo's at a loss for words. "Come here." He lets himself be dragged to the edge of the bed with one surprisingly strong tug. "You can change your mind whenever you want, but I'm going to ask you now. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Keigo doesn't even think about it. He doesn't want to back out. He wants more. He wants everything Dabi has to give him, and he wants it now. So, he spreads his legs a little wider and sends one of his feathers to tug at Dabi's belt, pulling him closer and loosening it at the same time. "I'm sure," he breathlessly promises.

"Good."

That one word is all the warning he gets before Dabi drops to his knees. Then that hot mouth is on him again. He laps at his weeping entrance before sucking the enlarged clit into his mouth. Keigo's hips buck at the sensation as he feels the ball of Dabi's piercing flick the sensitive nub. He alternates between licking, sucking, and swirling that searing tongue around the clit. It feels so good, but it's so hot. The winged hero is almost crying at the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

Every muscle in his body tenses when the finger that had been stroking just below the hot tongue finally slips in the unexplored whole. Keigo bites his lip and tugs at a fistful of Dabi's hair when one finger becomes two. He's panting again as they feel around every centimeter of him until they find that magical spot that makes his legs tremble and back arch. His keening moans become desperate screams as his partner messages that amazing spot until a tidal wave of ecstasy crashes down over him like he's never felt before.

Dabi gives one last hard suck before releasing him with a wet pop. "Good boy," he praises, softly kissing the twitching thigh rested on his shoulder. He doesn't pull his fingers out of the hero until the twitching from his orgasm dies back down to light trembling. "How're you feeling?"

"Fuckin' awesome," Keigo breathes.

"Think you could do that again?" He nods as the pyro rises. "I need you to use your words, pretty bird. Do we need to stop here for tonight, or do you think you can handle doing that again?"

Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Keigo pulls Dabi down into a desperate kiss. "I want you inside me," he pants.

Dabi grins as he finally discards the last of his own clothes, retrieving something from the pocket in the process. "Middle of the bed. Head down. Ass up."

Keigo scrambles to comply. When he hears a foil wrapper tear, he glances over his shoulder. "Is that latex?" he asks at the sight of the condom.

"Sheepskin. I'm allergic to latex," Dabi explains as he rolls it on and climbs on the bed behind Keigo. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

Lining himself up with his partner's entrance, he warns, "This might hurt a little at first. Let me know if you want to stop."

Slowly pushing in, he watches Keigo's reactions. He tenses for only a second before relaxing again. A few whimpers escape and he's shaking. Once he's halfway in, he pulls out a little before continuing, earning a small moan for his efforts. He stops when he's fully sheathed in his partner.

"How're you doing, pretty bird?" Dabi asks as the hero clenches around him. He traces a few of the scars crisscrossing his lower back while he waits for a response. When Keigo rocks his hips, he lets his hand heat up enough to leave a nice red handprint on his ass. "Words, Keigo. Tell me what you want."

"F-fuck me," he whines, again trying to gain some form of friction.

The hand on his ass moves to his hip. He only pulls out a few centimeters before pushing back in at a different angle. He does this a few more times until he found that sweet spot again. He feels Keigo tremble around him, the hero's moans encouraging him to do it again. And again. And again, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves a little harder each time.

Dabi feels that all too familiar heat pool in his belly by the time Keigo was screaming his name with every thrust. He lets go of Keigo's hips, instead reaching for his wings. The feathers under his hands singe from the intense heat. That's all it took for the winged man. His screamed moans break off into a lustful chirp as he goes limp. The way Keigo tightens up when his orgasm hits sends Dabi over the edge into bliss only moments later.

"Sorry about your feathers," Dabi apologizes, doing his best to smooth down the damaged feathers.

"'s okay," Keigo hums. "They grow back."

He feels a gentle kiss pressed to his back between his wings as Dabi pulls out and eases him down to lay on his side. A small pang of sadness breaks through the blissful afterglow he was basking in when he hears the door open. Part of him wants Dabi to stay, the rest of him is trying to remember that this is just supposed to be a drunk hook up.

He's almost asleep when he feels a warm hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Keigo," Dabi whispers. "Can you sit up and drink some water for me?" Wordlessly complying earns him a "Good boy." Then two small pills are offered to him. "Here, take this."

"What is it?"

"Relax, pretty bird. It's just ibuprofen. If I'd wanted to drug you, I would've done it at the bar."

Taking the medicine, Keigo laughs, "Ah, yes. That is the perfect way to instill confidence and trust."

"Get some rest, pretty bird."