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When Dabi pitched the idea to Twice, he expected... something different.
He expected a harem of lovely blonde twinks fawning over him, like he was some ancient king in a bed of exotic whores. It was gonna be awesome, him and his harem. He'd make them take turns satisfying him and each other, worshiping his cock and begging for his touch, competing with each other for his attention.
Technically, he supposes, they are fawning over him—in some sense of the word. They're on him, all around him; six wings and sixteen limbs make the scene confusing.
Not that he can see it that well, with one of the Hawks holding his head down and fucking his mouth.
At some point one of them had gently worked the staples out of his cheeks so he could stretch his mouth wider, and now another (or is it the same one?) is sliding his cock inside with those small, smooth hands fisted in his hair to keep him still. The Hawks at his mouth moans so prettily, and Dabi can taste the bead of precome that gets smoothed over his tongue. his cheeks are soaked in spit that pools through the gouges where scar meets skin.
Meanwhile, Hawks #2 bounces on his cock like he's getting paid for it, his hands braced against his thighs and his hips rolling in a way that's so mesmerizing—
Dabi doesn't get to watch, though, because the third Hawks slides up over his chest and flares his wings out.
The Hawks fucking his mouth pulls out slowly, watching the string of spit that trails from the tip of his cock to Dabi's mouth. ThirdHawks laughs to himself as Dabi wheezes, not enough breath left to moan.
"You having fun down there?" one of them asks, voice smug as all hell.
Dabi tries to gather enough brain power to respond, but ThirdHawks doesn't give him a chance. He gets pinned in a surprisingly gentle kiss, while MouthHawks runs his hands through his hair. ThirdHawks curls their tongues together, certainly tasting his clone in the process.
Dabi wants to make a joke about Hawks being so conceited that he gets off on himself, but he doesn't get a chance before ThirdHawks pulls away and replaces his tongue with two fingers.
He leans in close, his nose almost touching Dabi's, and purrs, "be a good boy and suck. "
Dabi may be an s-rank villain, but he's only fucking human, okay?
He takes Hawks's fingers eagerly and gets rewarded by the other Hawks—the one who was fucking his mouth?—teasing his nipples with his teeth and tongue, harsh against his sensitive skin.
He can barely think between that and the Hawks still riding his cock. ThirdHawks catches him watching and smirks, pure evil. He sits up with another easy laugh and grabs the second Hawks's attention, then jerks his head back at Dabi.
"I think he likes you," ThirdHawks teases.
The second Hawks is the least composed of the three, but he still manages to huff out a laugh as he slows to a stop. "You think so?"
ThirdHawks's grin turns manic. "Definitely. You outta put on a show for him."
MouthHawks sits up from Dabi's chest to smack ThirdHawks's side.
"He's doing his damn best, you know."
"Is he though?" ThirdHawks taunts.
SecondHawks crosses his arms. "It's not like he can see me, you keepin blocking his view!"
ThirdHawks only rolls his eyes. "God, i'm such a brat," he whines, then—
Pulls himself down for a kiss, fuck . it shouldn't be that hot, but watching Hawks slide his tongue into his clone's mouth—his own mouth—their chests pressed together, their wings fluttering—
MouthHawks interrupts with a flap of his wings that startles the other two apart.
"Don't leave me out, you jerks," he complains, then slides himself between the two to steal his own kiss from SecondHawks.
The shuffle makes SecondHawks shift around Dabi's cock and yeah, this is fun to watch, but he'd really like it if they kept going now.
ThirdHawks has long forgotten about Dabi's mouth, so he takes the chance to clear his throat and rasp, "you're really gonna make out with yourself while I'm right here?"
The Hawkses must have forgotten about him, judging by the surprise on their faces when they turn around. They've divided themselves, which means it's time for him to take back some control of the situation. "Honestly, birdie, you're so full of yourself."
He watches as three simultaneous light bulbs go off in his Hawkses' eyes.
ThirdHawks starts laughing as SecondHawks pulls off him— fuck , he didn't even get to come—and MouthHawks grabs him by the hair, pulling Third—no, SecondHawks down into a kneel.
There's a tense moment where ThirdHawks and MouthHawks stare each other down, silently arguing over who gets the right to fuck himself.
A beat passes, then the kneeling Hawks angrily flaps his wings into both of them. "I’m not gonna last forever, so just let the real me top!"
That gets Dabi lost in another rabbit hole of thought. He had been certain that the Hawks riding him was the original, but the Hawks who had fucked his mouth moves to kneel behind SecondHawks. He doesn't get too long to think on it, though, because the bent over Hawks gets pushed down further and buries his head in Dabi's neck. The angle he's kneeling at lets his cock brush against Dabi's a little, but not enough to be satisfying.
Dabi clears his throat again, trying to catch his breath. "So, what about me?" he asks, trying and failing to sound assertive. "Do, uh—do I get to take part in this, or...?"
ThirdHawks—or maybe MouthHawks, he has no fucking idea at this point—leans over the kneeling Hawks to smile down at Dabi. His voice is condescending and barely interested as he shrugs, "you can watch, I guess."
It shouldn't be as hot as it is.
He was supposed to have a harem, dammit, a posse of birdie twinks licking his metaphorical boots, not—not this , not three of them ignoring him to fuck each other.
It shouldn't be hot, but Hawks moaning against his neck as his other self pushes in makes him whine .
And then they're full on fucking on top of him , he can hear it. BottomHawks bites his neck between moans, and Dabi can feel him being pushed forward by the force of RealHawks's thrusts. The other Hawks watches eagerly, almost jealous. He grabs the base of BottomHawks's wing, pulling him back in time with RealHawks's rhythm.
Dabi's left hand is pinned under one of the Hawkses, but he regains control of the right enough to pull BottomHawks into a bruising kiss. It's delicious, having Hawks moan into mouth, feeling the weight of it each time RealHawks bottoms out. God , why won't they let him join?
BottomHawks pulls away from his mouth, which lets Dabi see the hand—who's, he can't tell—pulling him back by the hair. His eyes roll back as he cries out—he's coming. All over Dabi's stomach.
He collapses in a heap across Dabi's torso, which should be gross with the come smearing between them but finally there's some friction against his cock. He doesn't care that the other two Hawks are laughing at him as he chases it, hips bucking up wildly, until—
Until it stops.
One of the Hawkses pulls BottomHawks back up into a kneel, which keeps him squarely away from Dabi. The other Hawks fists a hand in his hair and pushes him down hard .
"Not you," the Hawks sneers, that evil look back in his eyes.
The other one—one of the other ones, it doesn't fucking matter which—kisses his cheek so gently, then turns his head to whisper in his ear.
"Do you think you can last long enough to fuck me," the Hawks says, barely louder than a breath, "or should we even bother?"
He can't help the moan that's punched out of him. Hawks smiles down at him, almost condescending, and says, "I'm gonna need a real answer, baby." God , Dabi can't catch his breath. "Use your words, Dabs. can you do that for me?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It takes him a few seconds of frantic panting before he can speak. "I- yeah, I can, please —"
And then they cut him off. The Hawks that just got fucked finally rolls off him and flops to the side, then buries his head back in Dabi's neck.
Another Hawks—and he can't remember which is the original—climbs onto his lap, holding himself just above Dabi's cock. The remaining Hawks slides up behind him, chest to his back, and makes a show of tweaking Hawks's nipples and daintily stroking his cock.
"You ready, Dabs?" FrontHawks asks as he lets Dabi's cock rub just a little against him. "Remember, you're not gonna come until I do, right?"
Dabi nods frantically, which makes the Hawks off to his side laugh.
"Words, baby, remember?"
He lets out another gasping breath, and manages to choke out, "yeah, I won't—won't come, not until you do."
All three Hawks look pleased with him which is great because there's no fucking way he's gonna last that long.
They don't need to know that though, especially the Hawks that finally, finally lowers himself down onto Dabi's cock. The sound he makes is more animal than man as that perfect tight ass sinks down, inch by inch, until Hawks is perched snugly atop him.
"Feels good, right?" BackHawks teases.
Dabi moans again, already gone, but SideHawks pulls sharply at his hair.
" Words , Dabi," he admonishes.
"God," Dabi rasps, "feels—its perfect, he feels—you feel so good, birdie—"
SideHawks cuts him off with a hungry kiss, while the Hawks on his dick begins to move in slow, rhythmic bounces.
It’s exactly what he wanted—and about time, too.
Except, well. He hadn't imagined a set of fingers slipping into Hawks alongside his cock, stretching him wider. He barely registers the cool drip of lube down his thighs as FrontHawks bends over further, his face flushing red. At this angle he doesn't have the leverage to move, and FrontHawks seems too preoccupied to keep going.
Damn .
SideHawks pulls away too, watching with naked interest.
"Do you think I can do it?" he asks, eyes lit up in excitement.
FrontHawks grins, despite the sweat shining on his forehead. "I'm— fuck —the number two hero, I can do damn near anything," he pants.
Dabi feels the fingers scissoring against him—one of them briefly catches a piercing. Abruptly they pull out, which is disappointing until he feels the head of a cock pushing against the base of his own.
They're fucking doing this, then.
BackHawks flutters his wings in anticipation, while FrontHawks inhales sharply. "Okay," he breathes, "I'm ready."
And then he's pushing in, a searing heat that stretches Hawks far more than Dabi ever has alone. Hawks, to his credit, takes it like a champ. He moans low and loud as his body is pushed past its limits.
it feels fucking amazing , tighter than anything Dabi's every felt—it's borderline painful, really. he can feel BackHawks's cock moving against his, a slick slide that catches against his piercings and fuck , he really isn't gonna last.
He's a gentleman, though, so he tries to warn them. "Hawks, baby—I can't, I’m gonna come—you, fuck , baby, you feel so good, you both do, I can't—"
SideHawks yanks his hair hard enough that his eyes water.
"Thought you said you wouldn't," he murmurs, his teeth scraping the edge of Dabi's ear. "You didn't lie to us, did you, Dabs?"
"I-" he can't argue because Hawks is right, he lied through his fucking teeth. "I can't, I really can’t , baby—"
FrontHawks—or maybe MiddleHawks now, depending on how he looked at it—only rolls his eyes.
"I knew he couldn't do it," he sighs.
All three of them round on him, staring down with such disappointment , it shouldn't get him so hot but it does —
"Go on," one of them says—he can't tell which anymore.
"Hurry it up," another adds, and fuck he's right fucking there—
And then he's coming, inside Hawks's tight, perfect ass, with another cock pushed up against his—it's so fucking wet and slick and he realizes that the slow movements of OtherHawks inside are spreading his come and making it leak out, down his cock and all over their thighs, fuck .
They lift up just enough for him to slide out and don't even pause before starting up again.
Hawks—the one now leaking come with each thrust—looks down in awe at himself, bending forward enough to see the mess between his thighs.
"Ah—" he pants, "he's good for something—"
SideHawks finally joins back in, hoisting MiddleHawks up into his arms.
"Think you can take some more?" he asks, his tone light.
"Fuckin'—yeah, bet you won't even need lube, holy shit ," one of them pants.
It's hard to tell exactly what's happening in the tangle of wings and limbs, but Dabi has a pretty good fuckin' guess.
The Hawks in the middle—which, now that he thinks about it must be the real one—has his head thrown back against the other Hawks’s shoulder, his voice reaching a fevered pitch. The other two are holding him up—he always loves a reminder that his birdie is strong—and thrusting into him in slow, heavy jerks of their hips.
It looks fucking amazing . Absently, he wishes he was in the middle of it, but he blew that chance when he blew his load. He can’t really regret it, though, not when he catches a glimpse of his come leaking heavy onto the sheets.
“Shit—” the middle Hawks pants, “Fuckin’—one of you touch me, please —”
The Hawks in front shifts his grip to oblige, but the Hawks in back stops him. “I wanna come first,” he pants, “wouldn’t you— fuck —wouldn’t you like that?”
MiddleHawks practically squeals , so, yeah, it seems like he would. Dabi honestly never pegged him as this kinky. He’s gonna have to make a few mental notes for later.
The Hawks in back starts flapping his wings, a telltale sign that he’s getting close. He bites down on MiddleHawks’s shoulder, hard enough that Dabi sees blood pooling under his teeth, and yeah, there’s even more come leaking out now. MiddleHawks moans in delight, falling forward into the arms of the other Hawks. They rut for a few tense seconds, then the Hawks in front turns to jelly as he fills Middlehawks too.
There’s a fluttering of hands and wings and limbs until Middlehawks—the real one—falls over, his face pressed against Dabi’s. He pants, desperate, till Dabi takes the hint and reaches out to stroke his cock. It’s a few seconds at most and then his birdie is crying out, his beautiful face red and teary, as he comes in Dabi’s fist.
Dabi must be a fucking simp or something, ‘cuz he kisses Hawks’s tears away until his poor birdie comes down from his orgasm. He gets a little smile in thanks which definitely doesn’t make his heart clench.
Then there’s a flash of red and both clones melt into goo.
Hawks doesn’t even open his eyes, the bastard. He hums, even as Dabi stills against him.
“Did you… Birdie, did you just kill them?” He can’t keep the surprise out of his voice.
Hawks blinks his eyes open slowly. “Well, duh. Can’t have three of me flying around, people would get suspicious!”
God damn. “You’re coldhearted, y’know that?”
Hawks only hums again, and curls further into Dabi’s side. “And you are a genius for thinking of this,” he purrs. “Best surprise ever.”
Well. At least he’s getting brownie points for this.