#𓏲 ࣪₊🪶 𓂃 𝘛𝘈𝘎 .ᐟ : NSFW!

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[winguhiro]

Keigo had never wanted as desperately as he wanted Ibuki; it was a deep, aching need that gnawed at him relentlessly. Every time he thought of them, his chest tightened with a mix of longing and desire that was almost painful. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be letting himself fall so completely under their spell, but Ibuki was intoxicating. Their presence was a drug, a sweet poison he couldn’t resist, seeping into his veins and clouding his judgment with a heady mix of lust and adoration.

He felt their fingers grasp his hair, their soft moans echoing against his lips as he filled them with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, intensifying his need for them. Their breathy moans and words each went straight to his cock. Their nails dragging lightly down his back, their body arching into him with each deep, it was almost too much. "You were made for me," he groaned, his lips brushing against their ear, "just like I was made for you. We fit together perfectly, baby."

Keigo's hand on their breast squeezed gently, his thumb circling the sensitive peak as he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving deeper into them with each movement. His other hand cupped their cheek, his thumb brushing over their skin with a reverence that was almost holy.

Keigo, the name fell breathlessly from Ibuki, their pleas ignited a fire within him, their lips pressing hot kisses to his shoulder, leaving small, purplish bruises in their wake. He couldn’t resist them, couldn’t deny the pull they had over him. They were his sun and moon, his sin and salvation, his ruin and redemption. If the commission put a bullet in his head tomorrow, he'd only have one regret: not spending more time with the Inventor.

As Ibuki moaned his name again, something inside him snapped. The raw emotion of hearing his true name from their lips overwhelmed him. His thrusts grew more feral, each movement driven by a desperate need to consume and be consumed. He stared down at their face, wanting to memorize how they looked when they said Keigo. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice breaking with the intensity of his feelings. "You drive me insane. I need you so bad, it hurts."

He tried to focus on the pleasure, on the heat of their bodies entwined, but a single tear slipped from his eye, dripping onto Ibuki's cheek. Quickly, he wiped the tear from their cheek and shook his head; Keigo’s heart ached with a mixture of love and desperation. Nobody had ever said his name like that; nobody had even said the name in years. He didn't want them to see his vulnerability, didn't want them to know how deeply he was affected. He nuzzled into their neck, hiding his face, his lips pressing fervent kisses to their skin, trying to distract them from the tear.

He shifted slightly, his hand moving to grasp their breast, kneading the soft flesh as his other hand holding their hip, his thumb brushing over their skin with a tenderness that belied the roughness of his thrusts. "I want you to be mine, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to their forehead, then their lips. “All mine.”

His heart clenched at the sound of his name on their lips. It was his undoing, the final push that had him on the precipice of coming undone. “I’ll give you everything you need,” he promised, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I’ll make you feel so good. Just be mine. Mine.”

Keigo's eyes darkened with raw desire as he took in Ibuki's desperate pleas. His lips curled into a smirk, their words driving him to the brink of madness. The way they laid themselves out for him, the way their body trembled with need, it was a sight that fueled his hunger.

He moved up their body, his lips never leaving their skin as he kissed a path from their core to their chest, Keigo's breath hitched as he heard Ibuki's desperate plea, his own need throbbing with an almost painful intensity.

“Baby girl,” he whispered, his voice husky with need and tenderness, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I want you to know just how much I L-- how much you mean to me.”

He pressed his lips to theirs in a searing kiss, the intensity of his emotions conveyed through the fervor of their connection. His hands moved with a mix of gentleness and ferocity, caressing their body as if he were worshipping a divine being.

Positioning himself between their legs, he rubbed the head of his cock against their entrance, he paused, eyes locking onto theirs. He knew he could take them hard and fast, but something deeper pulled at him. He wanted to give them more than just physical pleasure; he wanted to show them the depth of his feelings, the intensity of his feelings. He leaned down, his lips brushing gently against theirs in a tender kiss, a stark contrast to the heated urgency that had filled the room moments before. He began to press forward, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensation of their heat enveloping him inch by inch.

A low groan escaped his lips as he filled them completely, his body trembling with the effort to maintain his slow, loving pace. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice rough but laced with affection. “You’re perfect. My perfect, beautiful...”

He hesitated for a second; all these emotions and he didnt even know their name? He supposed it was all fair, they didn't know his name after all.

Keigo began to move, each thrust deep and measured, a blend of tenderness and raw intensity. “I want to ruin you, but in the best way possible,” he breathed, his lips brushing against their ear. “I want to be the only one you think about, the one you crave. No one else, just me.”

His hands explored their body with a reverent touch, one hand cupping their breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak, while the other cradled their face, his thumb brushing over their cheek with a tenderness that belied the roughness of his movements. “You’re mine, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to their forehead, then their lips. “All mine.”

As he thrust into them, his pace quickened slightly, still loving but with a rough edge that spoke of his desperate need. “You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, his voice low. “I love how you feel around me, how you respond to my touch.”

He watched their face closely, wanting to see every reaction from them. He wasn't sure if it was his raging hormones or something different, but there an itch in the back of his brain. As much as he loved hearing them calling him daddy, there was something else he needed to hear. Even if it damned him eternally, even if it sent him through Dantes nine circles of hell. He leaned in to their ear, lips brushing the skin as he spoke.

"Call me Keigo."

[winguhiro]

Keigo's eyes darkened with raw desire as he took in Ibuki's desperate pleas. His lips curled into a smirk, their words driving him to the brink of madness. The way they laid themselves out for him, the way their body trembled with need, it was a sight that fueled his hunger.

He moved up their body, his lips never leaving their skin as he kissed a path from their core to their chest, Keigo's breath hitched as he heard Ibuki's desperate plea, his own need throbbing with an almost painful intensity.

“Baby girl,” he whispered, his voice husky with need and tenderness, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I want you to know just how much I L-- how much you mean to me.”

He pressed his lips to theirs in a searing kiss, the intensity of his emotions conveyed through the fervor of their connection. His hands moved with a mix of gentleness and ferocity, caressing their body as if he were worshipping a divine being.

Positioning himself between their legs, he rubbed the head of his cock against their entrance, he paused, eyes locking onto theirs. He knew he could take them hard and fast, but something deeper pulled at him. He wanted to give them more than just physical pleasure; he wanted to show them the depth of his feelings, the intensity of his feelings. He leaned down, his lips brushing gently against theirs in a tender kiss, a stark contrast to the heated urgency that had filled the room moments before. He began to press forward, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensation of their heat enveloping him inch by inch.

A low groan escaped his lips as he filled them completely, his body trembling with the effort to maintain his slow, loving pace. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice rough but laced with affection. “You’re perfect. My perfect, beautiful...”

He hesitated for a second; all these emotions and he didnt even know their name? He supposed it was all fair, they didn't know his name after all.

Keigo began to move, each thrust deep and measured, a blend of tenderness and raw intensity. “I want to ruin you, but in the best way possible,” he breathed, his lips brushing against their ear. “I want to be the only one you think about, the one you crave. No one else, just me.”

His hands explored their body with a reverent touch, one hand cupping their breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak, while the other cradled their face, his thumb brushing over their cheek with a tenderness that belied the roughness of his movements. “You’re mine, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to their forehead, then their lips. “All mine.”

As he thrust into them, his pace quickened slightly, still loving but with a rough edge that spoke of his desperate need. “You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, his voice low. “I love how you feel around me, how you respond to my touch.”

He watched their face closely, wanting to see every reaction from them. He wasn't sure if it was his raging hormones or something different, but there an itch in the back of his brain. As much as he loved hearing them calling him daddy, there was something else he needed to hear. Even if it damned him eternally, even if it sent him through Dantes nine circles of hell. He leaned in to their ear, lips brushing the skin as he spoke.

"Call me Keigo."

Keigo decided then and there that he was going to absolutely devour Ibuki. Not just their body, but their soul, their heart. He wanted to crawl inside their skin and live there; he wanted to entirely occupy every stray thought. His breath caught again as Ibuki's words reached his ears, a shiver of raw need shooting through him at the sound of them calling him Daddy. The intensity of their kiss had left him reeling, his lips tingling from the passionate onslaught. He could still taste the mingling of his pre-cum and their saliva on his tongue, a mix that made his arousal throb even harder. Their fingers in his hair had been both a tether and a catalyst, grounding him while igniting a deeper, stronger desire within him.

When they spread their folds for him, displaying their wet, inviting heat, a growl of pure lust escaped his throat. The sight was almost too much, his control hanging by a thread as he took in the glistening slickness between their legs, the way their fingers parted their lips, exposing themselves completely to him. It was an invitation, a challenge, and a plea all wrapped into one tantalizing display.

"Look how wet you already are sweetheart," Keigo smirked as he took a finger to tease their cunt, "I haven't even touched you yet and you're soaked."

Keigo's took in the sight of Ibuki laid out before him, their wetness glistening and inviting. The raw desire in their eyes matched his own. "You look so fucking good like this." he rasped, his voice rough and thick with desire, "You're making me want to ruin you."

He leaned his head down to pepper gentle kisses down their neck, before pausing to palm their breasts, feeling the softness and weight of them in his hands. With a gentle but firm touch, he moved them to the side, revealing the intricate tattoo that adorned Ibuki's chest.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of it, his eyes tracing the lines and curves of the design. The hannya mask stared back at him, its expression both beautiful and menacing, a perfect reflection of the duality of Ibuki's nature. He could see the artistry in the ink, the skill and precision that had gone into creating such a masterpiece.

"I want to worship you," he whispered against their chest.

He pressed a series of soft kisses to the tattoo, tracing the outline with his lips as if committing it to memory. It was intoxicating, this close proximity to something so personal and intimate, and he found himself drawn in by the allure of it.

But even as he indulged in the pleasure of exploring Ibuki's tattoo, his mind was still consumed by the need to give them more pleasure. He could feel their body still humming with arousal, their nipples pebbling under his touch, and he wanted nothing more than to make them come apart at the seams once again, and again, and again. As many times as they'd let him.

Ruination and worship, destroyer and savior, lover and enemy, villain and hero; where do you draw the line? Keigo wanted to be their destruction and their salvation, he wanted there to be no one after him, he wanted to be utterly selfish.

He tore his lips away from the tattoo, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down Ibuki's chest. His hands moved lower, caressing their hips and thighs, as he worshipped every inch of their body with his mouth. He paused as he reached the bullet scar on their stomach, his lips lingering over the puckered flesh. With a soft, he pressed a series of gentle kisses around the scar, tracing its outline with his tongue. But then, with a sudden surge of possessiveness, he sucked a hickey on the scar, marking it as his own. It was a silent declaration of ownership, a reminder that Ibuki belonged to him in every way that mattered.

His mouth watered with anticipation, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he prepared to feast on them like a man starved. He dipped his head down, his lips brushing against their inner thighs as he moved closer to his destination. The sight before him was mesmerizing, their body laid out before him, their chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, their skin flushed with arousal.

With a reverence bordering on worship, he pressed his lips to their core, his tongue tracing delicate patterns against their sensitive flesh. He traced his name into them, K - E - I - G - O; a little joke just for himself.

His hands gripped their thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held them open for his eager mouth. His own need was a constant throb, his cock aching and pulsing with the need for release, but he held back, focused entirely on them. He wanted to drive them wild, to hear them scream his name, to feel them come undone beneath his mouth.

He pulled back just long enough to speak, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against their heated flesh. "You're being such a good girl, so tell me what you want baby? Do you want my tongue, my fingers, or my cock?"

[winguhiro]

Keigo decided then and there that he was going to absolutely devour Ibuki. Not just their body, but their soul, their heart. He wanted to crawl inside their skin and live there; he wanted to entirely occupy every stray thought. His breath caught again as Ibuki's words reached his ears, a shiver of raw need shooting through him at the sound of them calling him Daddy. The intensity of their kiss had left him reeling, his lips tingling from the passionate onslaught. He could still taste the mingling of his pre-cum and their saliva on his tongue, a mix that made his arousal throb even harder. Their fingers in his hair had been both a tether and a catalyst, grounding him while igniting a deeper, stronger desire within him.

When they spread their folds for him, displaying their wet, inviting heat, a growl of pure lust escaped his throat. The sight was almost too much, his control hanging by a thread as he took in the glistening slickness between their legs, the way their fingers parted their lips, exposing themselves completely to him. It was an invitation, a challenge, and a plea all wrapped into one tantalizing display.

"Look how wet you already are sweetheart," Keigo smirked as he took a finger to tease their cunt, "I haven't even touched you yet and you're soaked."

Keigo's took in the sight of Ibuki laid out before him, their wetness glistening and inviting. The raw desire in their eyes matched his own. "You look so fucking good like this." he rasped, his voice rough and thick with desire, "You're making me want to ruin you."

He leaned his head down to pepper gentle kisses down their neck, before pausing to palm their breasts, feeling the softness and weight of them in his hands. With a gentle but firm touch, he moved them to the side, revealing the intricate tattoo that adorned Ibuki's chest.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of it, his eyes tracing the lines and curves of the design. The hannya mask stared back at him, its expression both beautiful and menacing, a perfect reflection of the duality of Ibuki's nature. He could see the artistry in the ink, the skill and precision that had gone into creating such a masterpiece.

"I want to worship you," he whispered against their chest.

He pressed a series of soft kisses to the tattoo, tracing the outline with his lips as if committing it to memory. It was intoxicating, this close proximity to something so personal and intimate, and he found himself drawn in by the allure of it.

But even as he indulged in the pleasure of exploring Ibuki's tattoo, his mind was still consumed by the need to give them more pleasure. He could feel their body still humming with arousal, their nipples pebbling under his touch, and he wanted nothing more than to make them come apart at the seams once again, and again, and again. As many times as they'd let him.

Ruination and worship, destroyer and savior, lover and enemy, villain and hero; where do you draw the line? Keigo wanted to be their destruction and their salvation, he wanted there to be no one after him, he wanted to be utterly selfish.

He tore his lips away from the tattoo, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down Ibuki's chest. His hands moved lower, caressing their hips and thighs, as he worshipped every inch of their body with his mouth. He paused as he reached the bullet scar on their stomach, his lips lingering over the puckered flesh. With a soft, he pressed a series of gentle kisses around the scar, tracing its outline with his tongue. But then, with a sudden surge of possessiveness, he sucked a hickey on the scar, marking it as his own. It was a silent declaration of ownership, a reminder that Ibuki belonged to him in every way that mattered.

His mouth watered with anticipation, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he prepared to feast on them like a man starved. He dipped his head down, his lips brushing against their inner thighs as he moved closer to his destination. The sight before him was mesmerizing, their body laid out before him, their chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, their skin flushed with arousal.

With a reverence bordering on worship, he pressed his lips to their core, his tongue tracing delicate patterns against their sensitive flesh. He traced his name into them, K - E - I - G - O; a little joke just for himself.

His hands gripped their thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held them open for his eager mouth. His own need was a constant throb, his cock aching and pulsing with the need for release, but he held back, focused entirely on them. He wanted to drive them wild, to hear them scream his name, to feel them come undone beneath his mouth.

He pulled back just long enough to speak, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against their heated flesh. "You're being such a good girl, so tell me what you want baby? Do you want my tongue, my fingers, or my cock?"

As Ibuki slowly lowered themselves to their knees, Keigo's breath caught in his throat. His heart raced with anticipation, his body tingling with an electric thrill at the sight before him. He watched them with baited breathe; the sight, alone, was nearly enough for him to come undone. His gaze fixated on them, unable to tear his eyes away as they moved closer, their lips tracing a path down his stomach. Every inch of skin they touched seemed to ignite with sensation, a fiery trail of need that burned through him. He felt a surge of arousal coil tightly in his belly, his pulse pounding in his ears as he waited for what would come next.

And then he felt it -- a cold, metallic flick against his skin. His breath hitched as he realized what it was, the cool metal of their tongue ring sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. His wings shuttered and shook, his feathers puffed out. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. But with each flick of Ibuki's tongue, each gentle caress of their lips, he felt himself slipping further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

Keigo's mind whirled, his senses overwhelmed by the new and intense sensations flooding through him. He had never experienced anything like this before, the feeling of Ibuki's warm, wet mouth around him sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his entire being. His hands trembled as they tangled in Ibuki's hair, not to guide, but just to anchor himself. His breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. But every movement of Ibuki's head, every flick of their tongue, pushed him further to the edge of his self-restraint.

Desperation clawed at him, urging him to abandon all inhibitions and lose himself completely in the ecstasy of the moment. He could feel the heat pooling low in his abdomen, his arousal building to an almost unbearable intensity.

"F-fuck--," his voice was already hoarse and raw with need, he could barely form words, "so, so good--"

His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of their warmth, that overwhelming pleasure that only Ibuki could give him. He was consumed by a hunger he had never known before, a need so intense it bordered on pain. Keigo couldn't suppress the pitiful moans that escaped his lips.

"I-I'm... I'm about to—" he stuttered out, his voice strained with urgency. But before he could reach the point of no return, he acted on instinct, prying them off his throbbing cock with a vulgar pop.

He took a few deep breathes, and stared down at them. With a desperate groan, he dropped to his knees before them, his gaze burning with intensity. "I'm sorry baby, but there's no chance in hell that I'm cumming before you do." His voice was still raw, and his breathing still ragged, as he leaned in close to them to whisper against their lips, "Why don't you lay back for me, sweetheart? I'm gonna take care of you real good."

[winguhiro]

As Ibuki slowly lowered themselves to their knees, Keigo's breath caught in his throat. His heart raced with anticipation, his body tingling with an electric thrill at the sight before him. He watched them with baited breathe; the sight, alone, was nearly enough for him to come undone. His gaze fixated on them, unable to tear his eyes away as they moved closer, their lips tracing a path down his stomach. Every inch of skin they touched seemed to ignite with sensation, a fiery trail of need that burned through him. He felt a surge of arousal coil tightly in his belly, his pulse pounding in his ears as he waited for what would come next.

And then he felt it -- a cold, metallic flick against his skin. His breath hitched as he realized what it was, the cool metal of their tongue ring sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. His wings shuttered and shook, his feathers puffed out. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. But with each flick of Ibuki's tongue, each gentle caress of their lips, he felt himself slipping further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

Keigo's mind whirled, his senses overwhelmed by the new and intense sensations flooding through him. He had never experienced anything like this before, the feeling of Ibuki's warm, wet mouth around him sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his entire being. His hands trembled as they tangled in Ibuki's hair, not to guide, but just to anchor himself. His breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. But every movement of Ibuki's head, every flick of their tongue, pushed him further to the edge of his self-restraint.

Desperation clawed at him, urging him to abandon all inhibitions and lose himself completely in the ecstasy of the moment. He could feel the heat pooling low in his abdomen, his arousal building to an almost unbearable intensity.

"F-fuck--," his voice was already hoarse and raw with need, he could barely form words, "so, so good--"

His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of their warmth, that overwhelming pleasure that only Ibuki could give him. He was consumed by a hunger he had never known before, a need so intense it bordered on pain. Keigo couldn't suppress the pitiful moans that escaped his lips.

"I-I'm... I'm about to—" he stuttered out, his voice strained with urgency. But before he could reach the point of no return, he acted on instinct, prying them off his throbbing cock with a vulgar pop.

He took a few deep breathes, and stared down at them. With a desperate groan, he dropped to his knees before them, his gaze burning with intensity. "I'm sorry baby, but there's no chance in hell that I'm cumming before you do." His voice was still raw, and his breathing still ragged, as he leaned in close to them to whisper against their lips, "Why don't you lay back for me, sweetheart? I'm gonna take care of you real good."

Keigo's breath hitched, his body reacting instinctively to their touch. He felt his resolve crumbling, the cold rationality he tried to cling to slipping away with each kiss, each bite. His hands found their way to Ibuki's hips, pulling them closer. He was lost in them, in the sensation of their skin against his, the way their body molded to his.

His wings trembled slightly as Ibuki's lips continued their journey up his neck. He felt a surge of desire so intense it was almost painful, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn't let himself get carried away, but their touch, their presence, was intoxicating.

When Ibuki tugged at the towel around his waist and it fell to the floor, Keigo let out a soft gasp. Their lips on his collarbone sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't stop his hands from roaming, exploring every inch of their body. He wanted to memorize them, to keep this moment etched in his mind forever. Any thoughts of putting on clothes was pushed to the side.

Their arms wrapped around his waist, their teeth grazed his jaw; his last shred of control slip away. He pressed his lips to theirs, a fervent, desperate kiss that conveyed all the emotions he couldn't put into words. He kissed them with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise. He was ravenous.

Keigo's mind flashed back to earlier this week, when he had stumbled into his handlers office. He had been shirtless, bruised, bloody, and borderline feral. The memory was vivid, the stern looks, the disapproval etched into their faces. They had lectured him on professionalism, on the importance of maintaining a pristine image as the number two hero. The marks had been a stark reminder of his personal entanglements, something they considered a distraction, a weakness, a waste of their valuable time. He had to convince them that it had been a necessary tactic, that getting intimate had been crucial for gathering information. ( He neglected to tell them that the only information he had gathered was how The Inventor liked it rough. )

But as he stood there with Ibuki now, the thought of the commissions reaction seemed distant, almost irrelevant. The warmth of Ibuki's body pressed against his, the sensation of their lips on his skin, it all made him realize how empty those justifications had been. This wasn't about information or tactics; it was something far deeper, more personal.

In all his years of training, of being molded into the perfect hero and weapon for the Commission, he had never experienced something like this. This pleasure, this connection—this was entirely his. Not the Commission's, not part of some grand strategy or mission. It was for him and him alone.

He felt a profound sense of ownership, not in a possessive way, but in a deeply personal one. Ibuki was his. In the same way that his coffee order was his, that his favorite book was his. Their touch, their warmth, the way they made him feel alive—these were things he shared with no one else. The Commission had no claim here, no influence. This moment was beyond their reach, beyond their control.

Keigo's heart raced as he realized that this pleasure was purely his, something he had never allowed himself to fully embrace before. He had always done things for the greater good, for the mission, for others. But this? This was for him. For his own happiness, his own fulfillment.

He kissed them again, slowly this time, savoring the taste of their lips, the softness of their skin. He could feel his pulse quicken, his body responding to their touch in a way that felt almost primal. The guilt and worry he had clung to was dissolving, replaced by a need so intense it left him breathless.

"The Commission... they'd lose their minds if they saw me like this. They already hated seeing me marked up before, said it was unprofessional. But they don't understand. They don't know what it's like to feel this way."

He pressed chaste kisses to their throat as he slowly guided them to their bed, "I told them it was for information, that it was necessary. But this... this is different. I don't care what they think anymore."

He took a deep breath, his wings trembling slightly as he steadied himself. "I need you to know that. I need you to understand that this isn't just a tactic, or a strategy. It's real."

His heart pounded in his chest, and his wings subconsciously moved to almost wrap around Ibuki too. "I need you to know that this is real," his voice dropped an octave, "because when I fuck you, I need you to know it's because I want to."

[winguhiro]

Hearing Daddy fall from Ibuki's lips was too much for Keigo. The way they tightened around him, their desperate pleas, the raw need in their voice -- he couldn't have held back if he wanted to. Keigo growled low in his throat, he could feel the tension in their muscles as they begged for his permission. "Oh, fuckk yes -- cum for me baby." He could barely stutter out the sentence.

He watched Ibuki's body arch beneath him as their climax crashed over them. The sight alone took Keigo's breath away, as they squirted all over him. He felt their walls convulse around his cock, milking him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust into them one last time. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a violent, all-consuming release that seemed to tear him apart and rebuild him in the same instant. Every muscle in his body tensed, every nerve alight with ecstasy as he emptied himself into Ibuki. He closed his eyes tightly a his vision blurred, his mind consumed by a white-hot haze of pleasure. It felt as though every cell in his body was exploding with sensation, the intensity of it almost overwhelming. He could hear nothing but the rush of blood in his ears, feel nothing but the pounding of his heart in his chest.

After a few seconds, Keigo's sense came back and he opened his eyes. He dropped their legs off his shoulders, feeling the aftershocks of their shared orgasm ripple through them. Their combined fluids smeared between them, making everything slick and hot. He released their wrists, his hands trembling slightly as he leaned down to capture their lips in a softer, slower kiss.

He moved to gently wipe the tears from their cheeks, his touch tender and careful. "You're crying," he whispered breathlessly, "Did I hurt you?"

Their tears, their words, their adoration, made Keigo's mouth dry. Keigo desperately wanted to savor this moment, he wanted to lay down and pretend like he was normal. He traced his fingers down their cheek, his eyes softening as he took in every detail of their face. He wanted to commit it to memory; he wasn't even sure if he'd have the chance to see them again unless it was a fight. He was simply at the mercy of the commissions whims.

"You're beautiful." He hadn't even meant to say it aloud, but it was true. They were beautiful. They were beautiful, smart, and fun. They were someone Hawks wanted to get to know, someone he wanted to take on a date and surprise with flowers. The height of his desire frightened him.

Hawks. The name fell sinfully from Ibuki's mouth. That's what he wanted, wasn't it? To hear them moan, and cry for him? Hawks was his name, after all? So why did hearing the name leave him feeling so conflicted. His rhythmic movements stuttered slightly as he grappled with his dual identity. He didn't want to be Hawks in that moment; he didn't want to be the number two hero, or the commissions favorite dog. Instead he wanted to just be a regular guy, he wanted to be Keigo.

He didn't get much time to spiral, though. He could feel nails scraping against his skin and scalp, and feet moving dangerously close to his wings. The real trouble came when he felt a hand straying down. Their touch was becoming too much, their walls convulsing around him was even worse. He was painfully close, but he refused to finish before Ibuki.

He slowed his movements enough that he could grab their legs and position them firmly on his shoulders, and with one of his hands he grabbed both of their wrists and held them above their head. Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, as he leaned over them.

With a heavy breath, he leaned down, his voice low. "Call me anything," he whispered, his lips brushing against their ear. "Anything other than Hawks when I make you cum."

It was almost a plea, almost a desperate attempt to shed the weight on his shoulders. He didn't want Ibuki to see the vulnerability rippling just below the surface, so he picked up the pace to hopefully cover up the sincerity in his statement. His hips snapped forward, driving deep into their core. He pulled out entirely before doing it again. He repeated his motions, quickly and roughly. Already he could feel the early stages of bruises on his hips; he almost felt bad for going so rough on someone quirkless -- almost.

[winguhiro]

Hawks. The name fell sinfully from Ibuki's mouth. That's what he wanted, wasn't it? To hear them moan, and cry for him? Hawks was his name, after all? So why did hearing the name leave him feeling so conflicted. His rhythmic movements stuttered slightly as he grappled with his dual identity. He didn't want to be Hawks in that moment; he didn't want to be the number two hero, or the commissions favorite dog. Instead he wanted to just be a regular guy, he wanted to be Keigo.

He didn't get much time to spiral, though. He could feel nails scraping against his skin and scalp, and feet moving dangerously close to his wings. The real trouble came when he felt a hand straying down. Their touch was becoming too much, their walls convulsing around him was even worse. He was painfully close, but he refused to finish before Ibuki.

He slowed his movements enough that he could grab their legs and position them firmly on his shoulders, and with one of his hands he grabbed both of their wrists and held them above their head. Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, as he leaned over them.

With a heavy breath, he leaned down, his voice low. "Call me anything," he whispered, his lips brushing against their ear. "Anything other than Hawks when I make you cum."

It was almost a plea, almost a desperate attempt to shed the weight on his shoulders. He didn't want Ibuki to see the vulnerability rippling just below the surface, so he picked up the pace to hopefully cover up the sincerity in his statement. His hips snapped forward, driving deep into their core. He pulled out entirely before doing it again. He repeated his motions, quickly and roughly. Already he could feel the early stages of bruises on his hips; he almost felt bad for going so rough on someone quirkless -- almost.

Keigo's smirk deepened at the sight of Ibuki's obedience. He could see the fire in their eyes, the desperate need they tried so hard to conceal, now laid bare before him. "I knew the pretty bird could sing," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr.

Without another word, he positioned himself at their entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside them, a deep groan escaping his lips as he felt their walls clench around him. He stilled his hips for a moment, trying to catch his breathe. The feeling enveloping him was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, starting to thrust shallowly.

He leaned down, capturing their lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored their mouth with a fervor that spoke volumes about his own desire. As he kissed them, he reached up and deftly released their hands and recalled the feather. Without breaking the kiss he grabbed one of their wrists and rubbed it gently, trying to relieve some of the tension, before he let go and move his hand down to their hip.

Keigo felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, a sure sign that he was nearing his own climax. His thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate, as he chased that peak. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the shared moans, and the heady scent of their combined arousal filled the room, driving him even closer to the edge.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside them with each thrust. His hand moved between their bodies, his fingers finding their swollen clit. He rubbed it in firm, quick circles, his thumb pressing down just enough to feel good.

"Come for me, now," he commanded, his voice rough and filled with need. His fingers pressed harder against their clit, his thrusts growing wild and uncontrolled. "I need to feel you come, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

[winguhiro]

Keigo's smirk deepened at the sight of Ibuki's obedience. He could see the fire in their eyes, the desperate need they tried so hard to conceal, now laid bare before him. "I knew the pretty bird could sing," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr.

Without another word, he positioned himself at their entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside them, a deep groan escaping his lips as he felt their walls clench around him. He stilled his hips for a moment, trying to catch his breathe. The feeling enveloping him was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, starting to thrust shallowly.

He leaned down, capturing their lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored their mouth with a fervor that spoke volumes about his own desire. As he kissed them, he reached up and deftly released their hands and recalled the feather. Without breaking the kiss he grabbed one of their wrists and rubbed it gently, trying to relieve some of the tension, before he let go and move his hand down to their hip.

Keigo felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, a sure sign that he was nearing his own climax. His thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate, as he chased that peak. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the shared moans, and the heady scent of their combined arousal filled the room, driving him even closer to the edge.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside them with each thrust. His hand moved between their bodies, his fingers finding their swollen clit. He rubbed it in firm, quick circles, his thumb pressing down just enough to feel good.

"Come for me, now," he commanded, his voice rough and filled with need. His fingers pressed harder against their clit, his thrusts growing wild and uncontrolled. "I need to feel you come, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

Keigo could do this all day. Watching Ibuki shake, listening to their moans. It was like heaven; he almost wondered if the Inventor had killed him and he was now seeing the pearly gates. He couldn't help but chuckle at Ibuki's pitiful pleas and mewls. He lifted his head slightly, the smirk on his face devilish as he looked up at them, "What was that?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "Was that a 'please' I heard? How pathetic, you can do better than that."

Keigo pulled away from Ibuki, rising up slightly to hover over their body. He moved up to be face to face again; his knee placed between their legs, barely touching their cunt. Their arousal still coated his face, and he licked his lips as he stared into their eyes. His eyes bore into theirs with a mixture of desire and dominance, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched them squirm beneath him. Forget being the second strongest hero, this was true power. His cock throbbed with need, aching for anything, and he had just the solution.

With deliberate slowness, Keigo reached down, his fingers wrapping around his aching cock. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked on Ibuki's flushed, needy expression. "You think you deserve this?" he asked in a husky tone, "You think you deserve to be filled with me -- by me -- again? Beg for it. Beg like the desperate little slut you are."

[winguhiro]

Keigo's smirk deepened at the sight of Ibuki's obedience. He could see the fire in their eyes, the desperate need they tried so hard to conceal, now laid bare before him. "I knew the pretty bird could sing," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr.

Without another word, he positioned himself at their entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside them, a deep groan escaping his lips as he felt their walls clench around him. He stilled his hips for a moment, trying to catch his breathe. The feeling enveloping him was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, starting to thrust shallowly.

He leaned down, capturing their lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored their mouth with a fervor that spoke volumes about his own desire. As he kissed them, he reached up and deftly released their hands and recalled the feather. Without breaking the kiss he grabbed one of their wrists and rubbed it gently, trying to relieve some of the tension, before he let go and move his hand down to their hip.

Keigo felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, a sure sign that he was nearing his own climax. His thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate, as he chased that peak. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the shared moans, and the heady scent of their combined arousal filled the room, driving him even closer to the edge.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside them with each thrust. His hand moved between their bodies, his fingers finding their swollen clit. He rubbed it in firm, quick circles, his thumb pressing down just enough to feel good.

"Come for me, now," he commanded, his voice rough and filled with need. His fingers pressed harder against their clit, his thrusts growing wild and uncontrolled. "I need to feel you come, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

Keigo could do this all day. Watching Ibuki shake, listening to their moans. It was like heaven; he almost wondered if the Inventor had killed him and he was now seeing the pearly gates. He couldn't help but chuckle at Ibuki's pitiful pleas and mewls. He lifted his head slightly, the smirk on his face devilish as he looked up at them, "What was that?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "Was that a 'please' I heard? How pathetic, you can do better than that."

Keigo pulled away from Ibuki, rising up slightly to hover over their body. He moved up to be face to face again; his knee placed between their legs, barely touching their cunt. Their arousal still coated his face, and he licked his lips as he stared into their eyes. His eyes bore into theirs with a mixture of desire and dominance, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched them squirm beneath him. Forget being the second strongest hero, this was true power. His cock throbbed with need, aching for anything, and he had just the solution.

With deliberate slowness, Keigo reached down, his fingers wrapping around his aching cock. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked on Ibuki's flushed, needy expression. "You think you deserve this?" he asked in a husky tone, "You think you deserve to be filled with me -- by me -- again? Beg for it. Beg like the desperate little slut you are."

[winguhiro]

Keigo's smirk deepened at the sight of Ibuki's obedience. He could see the fire in their eyes, the desperate need they tried so hard to conceal, now laid bare before him. "I knew the pretty bird could sing," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr.

Without another word, he positioned himself at their entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside them, a deep groan escaping his lips as he felt their walls clench around him. He stilled his hips for a moment, trying to catch his breathe. The feeling enveloping him was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, starting to thrust shallowly.

He leaned down, capturing their lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored their mouth with a fervor that spoke volumes about his own desire. As he kissed them, he reached up and deftly released their hands and recalled the feather. Without breaking the kiss he grabbed one of their wrists and rubbed it gently, trying to relieve some of the tension, before he let go and move his hand down to their hip.

Keigo felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, a sure sign that he was nearing his own climax. His thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate, as he chased that peak. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the shared moans, and the heady scent of their combined arousal filled the room, driving him even closer to the edge.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside them with each thrust. His hand moved between their bodies, his fingers finding their swollen clit. He rubbed it in firm, quick circles, his thumb pressing down just enough to feel good.

"Come for me, now," he commanded, his voice rough and filled with need. His fingers pressed harder against their clit, his thrusts growing wild and uncontrolled. "I need to feel you come, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

Keigo could do this all day. Watching Ibuki shake, listening to their moans. It was like heaven; he almost wondered if the Inventor had killed him and he was now seeing the pearly gates. He couldn't help but chuckle at Ibuki's pitiful pleas and mewls. He lifted his head slightly, the smirk on his face devilish as he looked up at them, "What was that?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "Was that a 'please' I heard? How pathetic, you can do better than that."

Keigo pulled away from Ibuki, rising up slightly to hover over their body. He moved up to be face to face again; his knee placed between their legs, barely touching their cunt. Their arousal still coated his face, and he licked his lips as he stared into their eyes. His eyes bore into theirs with a mixture of desire and dominance, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched them squirm beneath him. Forget being the second strongest hero, this was true power. His cock throbbed with need, aching for anything, and he had just the solution.

With deliberate slowness, Keigo reached down, his fingers wrapping around his aching cock. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked on Ibuki's flushed, needy expression. "You think you deserve this?" he asked in a husky tone, "You think you deserve to be filled with me -- by me -- again? Beg for it. Beg like the desperate little slut you are."

[winguhiro]

Keigo could do this all day. Watching Ibuki shake, listening to their moans. It was like heaven; he almost wondered if the Inventor had killed him and he was now seeing the pearly gates. He couldn't help but chuckle at Ibuki's pitiful pleas and mewls. He lifted his head slightly, the smirk on his face devilish as he looked up at them, "What was that?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "Was that a 'please' I heard? How pathetic, you can do better than that."

Keigo pulled away from Ibuki, rising up slightly to hover over their body. He moved up to be face to face again; his knee placed between their legs, barely touching their cunt. Their arousal still coated his face, and he licked his lips as he stared into their eyes. His eyes bore into theirs with a mixture of desire and dominance, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched them squirm beneath him. Forget being the second strongest hero, this was true power. His cock throbbed with need, aching for anything, and he had just the solution.

With deliberate slowness, Keigo reached down, his fingers wrapping around his aching cock. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked on Ibuki's flushed, needy expression. "You think you deserve this?" he asked in a husky tone, "You think you deserve to be filled with me -- by me -- again? Beg for it. Beg like the desperate little slut you are."

"Hmm, I'm having enough fun right where I am, baby," he smirked leaned his head against one of their thighs, and traced a calloused finger across the opposite crease between their thigh and hip; he had another quip on the tip of his tongue when he noticed something that he did not like. Their face, buried in their arm. "Fucking stop that," his tone was one he typically reserved for intimidating villains into surrendering, "Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear every sound you make."

Every word, every movement, everything from Ibuki was driving him insane. The worst part was, they knew what they were doing. If he were a weaker man, if they hadn't touched his wing three times, he would've already given in. He listened to Ibuki's taunts with a mixture of amusement and frustration, his resolve only strengthening with each provocative remark. No, he wouldn't give in so easily. They would have to earn it, to beg for it until they were a quivering mess beneath him.

With that thought in mind, he returned his gaze to their cunt. He watched as his own cum dripped out. His cock twitched at the absolutely beautiful sight before him. "Such a good little slut," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "You look so pretty, stuffed with my cum."

With a wicked grin, he spat on their swollen clit. Hawks didn't waste a moment as he used his fingers to spread Ibuki's folds; his plan had been to tease them relentlessly. But he was unable to resist any longer. Hawks's tongue found its way back to their folds, plunging deep inside. He tongue-fucked, just for a few seconds. He just needed a taste. He could taste the heady mixture of his cum and their arousal, his nose brushed against their clit as he lapped up their juices. The taste was intoxicating. It was filthy, but that seemed to turn him on even more. He moaned against them, his fingers moved to rub their clit in firm, cicular motions.

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned, his voice muffled against their flesh. "I could do this all night."

He pulled away for a second, inhaling a deep breathe. He licked his lips and winked up at Ibuki before he brought his lips down their clit, sucking with a fervor that he hoped would leave them breathlesa. He brought one, just one, finger to slide into their wet heat. He curled it, looking that perfect spot inside them, all the while his mouth continued its relentless assault on their sensitive bundle of nerves.

[winguhiro]

"Hmm, I'm having enough fun right where I am, baby," he smirked leaned his head against one of their thighs, and traced a calloused finger across the opposite crease between their thigh and hip; he had another quip on the tip of his tongue when he noticed something that he did not like. Their face, buried in their arm. "Fucking stop that," his tone was one he typically reserved for intimidating villains into surrendering, "Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear every sound you make."

Every word, every movement, everything from Ibuki was driving him insane. The worst part was, they knew what they were doing. If he were a weaker man, if they hadn't touched his wing three times, he would've already given in. He listened to Ibuki's taunts with a mixture of amusement and frustration, his resolve only strengthening with each provocative remark. No, he wouldn't give in so easily. They would have to earn it, to beg for it until they were a quivering mess beneath him.

With that thought in mind, he returned his gaze to their cunt. He watched as his own cum dripped out. His cock twitched at the absolutely beautiful sight before him. "Such a good little slut," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "You look so pretty, stuffed with my cum."

With a wicked grin, he spat on their swollen clit. Hawks didn't waste a moment as he used his fingers to spread Ibuki's folds; his plan had been to tease them relentlessly. But he was unable to resist any longer. Hawks's tongue found its way back to their folds, plunging deep inside. He tongue-fucked, just for a few seconds. He just needed a taste. He could taste the heady mixture of his cum and their arousal, his nose brushed against their clit as he lapped up their juices. The taste was intoxicating. It was filthy, but that seemed to turn him on even more. He moaned against them, his fingers moved to rub their clit in firm, cicular motions.

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned, his voice muffled against their flesh. "I could do this all night."

He pulled away for a second, inhaling a deep breathe. He licked his lips and winked up at Ibuki before he brought his lips down their clit, sucking with a fervor that he hoped would leave them breathlesa. He brought one, just one, finger to slide into their wet heat. He curled it, looking that perfect spot inside them, all the while his mouth continued its relentless assault on their sensitive bundle of nerves.

Hawks was trembling. Trembling. He was so hard that it hurt; his cock ached and was just begging for attention. He felt like he was torturing himself worse than he was torturing Ibuki. And that, simply put, would not do.

"You talk so much, little bird," his voice low and dangerous. "But you're not saying what I want to hear."

Starting at their face, he peppered soft kisses along their jawline. He sucked a bruise onto the junction just below their ear met their neck. Tasting the sweat on their skin, he couldn't resist licking a slow stripe down their throat. As he descended further, he peppered kisses and little bites across their collarbones, lingering only over their nipples. They were already peaked and taut with desire, begging for his touch. Keigo - ever the gentleman - obliged and took one hardened bud between his lips and sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. He alternated between tender licks and playful bites. He pressed one last kiss to each nipple before he started to kiss further down their body. "I want to devour every inch of you," he whispered against the soft flesh of their stomach before he moved to officially settle between their thighs.

With a low growl, Keigo pressed his lips to their inner thigh, his tongue tracing lazy circles along their sensitive skin. He could feel the heat radiating from between their legs, he could smell their arousal and it was driving him wild. But he held back, content to let the fire build until he could hear Ibuki's begging.

Keigo shuffled slightly, to get into a more comfortable position; he was going to be here a while after all. His wings curled around them both slightly, framing them both in a cocoon of crimson feathers; they fluttered and gently moved sinuously, brushing up and down Ibuki's sides with feather-light touches. His arms were a study in tension and control, one forearm pinning Ibuki's hips to the mattress while the other hand firmly gripped one of their inner thigh, holding them open and vulnerable.

"Is there anything you want to say, baby?" Keigo whispered against their clit.

[winguhiro]

Keigo was a very patient man. Patience was a trait honed through years of discipline and control. To him, it wasn't merely the act of waiting; it was a slow, deliberate burn, a careful savoring of each moment before unleashing the storm. The tension in his muscles and the deliberate restraint in his actions were a testament to this endurance. Right before his eyes he had a most delicious meal being served up to him on a platter, begging to be dined on. Yet, he wanted to wait. Not for any personal gratification, but rather he wanted Ibuki to have to wait.

A shallow hiss escaled through his teeth when Ibuki pulled his hair. He glanced up at them with half-lidded eyes and licked his bloody lips. Quickly, he snatched their hands away from his hair, glaring up at them with a newfound intensity. His eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity as he crawled up Ibuki's body, his movements deliberate. He loomed over them, their faces so close that Keigo could feel their breaths on his lips.

"You're such a brat," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. Without another word, he flicked out a wing and sent a few feathers to retrieve his belt. The leather slid through the loops with a sharp sound that cut through the air. With a swift, practiced motion, he secured their hands above their head, tightening the restraint to ensure they couldn't move.

Keigo leaned in close, his breath hot against their ear, a smirk playing on his lips. "Only good girls get to touch," he whispered, his tone dripping with dominance and control. "And you haven't been good, have you?"

Not stopping there, Keigo took a large feather and, with a precise, forceful motion, stabbed it through the belt loop and into the mattress, pinning their hands in place. The feather anchored them securely, ensuring that Ibuki's wrists stayed firmly restrained above their head, a clear symbol of Keigo's absolute control. He moved to kneel between their legs and take in the sight of Ibuki, restrained and at his mercy, sent a thrill through him, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He whistled out a catcall teasingly before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to their cheek, "There," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Now you’re going to learn how to behave."

In an instant, Keigo's world shattered into a kaleidoscope of sensation as Ibuki's fingers brushed against the base of his wings. It felt like he had been struck by lightning, igniting a fire that raged hungrily within his veins. Every nerve in his body screamed with a potent mixture of pleasure and overstimulation. A raw energy surged through him, setting his skin ablaze with a feverish heat. He couldn't stop the low whimper that slipped from his freshly bloodied lips.

It was all too much; the fingers one his wings, the bit on his lips, the rocking of their hips. Every bone, every muscle, every atom in his body was like a string pulled too tight; he was ready to snap. His senses were heightened to their extremes. He could head people arguing a mile away, but he could barely hear Ibuki here in his arms. It too much. He wanted less, he wanted to hide away until the blood in his veins were no longer on fire, but he needed more.

Keigo abruptly stood up, seizing Ibuki with a rough, possessive grip, and in one swift motion, he hoisted Ibuki over his shoulder, their body draped over him like a prized trophy. With a firm slap to their ass, he carried them towards the bed, the tension between them crackling with an electric intensity.

Without saying a word, Keigo walked across the room to their mattress. In a sudden surge of wild abandon, Keigo dropped to his knees. His kneecaps collided with the hard floor with a resounding thunk, but he barely noticed. All he could think now was how he wanted to punish Ibuki. With an almost violent force, Keigo tossed Ibuki onto the mattress. As Ibuki landed amidst a tangle of sheets, Keigo loomed over them like a predator, his gaze smoldering with raw desire; his pupils were like pinpricks as he glared down at Ibuki. His wings, still twitching, flared out their full extent. It took every ounce of control he had left to not immediately fuck them until they cried, but that would too easy, that's what they wanted. He was nearly shaking from the desire to sheath himself in their warmth, but Hawks had to remind them who was in control here, because it certainly wasn't them.

A smirk played on Keigo's lips as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Where do I want to start?" he purred, the question hung in the air like a promise.

Keigo licked his lips before he descended hungrily down their leg, planting a trail of searing kisses and bites along the way. When he reach the apex of their thighs, Keigo hovered tantalizingly close to Ibuki's throbbing core. With a devilish smirk, he blowed cool air over their slick folds, his fingers rubbing across their navel and their thighs but never where they were needed.

"If you apologize for touching my wings, I might consider giving you what you want," he whispered against their center, with a wicked grin, he spat on their swollen clit. "But until then, you'll just have to beg for it."

[winguhiro]

Hawks shivered as Ibuki's teeth sank into his neck, marking him with a possessive bite. The word mine echoed in his ears, sending a thrill through his entire body. He let out a guttural moan. Their claim stirred something deep within him, a mixture of desire and a strange sense of belonging. No one had ever dared claimed him like this before, no one. The commission owned him; they held his leash tightly, his free will was only as free as the commission allowed.

"Yours," he whispered against their skin, his voice raw and breathless. "All yours."

He expertly rubbed their clit for a few moments before his hands moved to their hips, helping guide their movements as he thrust up into them, matching their pace. "Cum for me, sweetheart," Keigo growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you come undone around me. Show me how good I make you feel."

The combination of their tight heat and their desperate moans pushed him closer to the edge. Keigo's breaths came in ragged pants, his grip on their hips tightening as he chased his own release. "All yours," he muttered against their throat, his voice filled with something bordering on more than just lust. "And I'm not letting you go."

Keigo's heart raced as he felt Ibuki tighten around him, their body trembling with the imminent release. His grip on their hips tightened, guiding them as they moved together in a frantic rhythm. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge, but he focused on their pleasure, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible.

Ibuki's climax hit him hard, their body tightening around him in rhythmic pulses that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being. Keigo's control shattered, and with a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside them, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he found his release.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing and the pounding of his own heart. Keigo let his head fall back against the chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looked up at Ibuki. They were a beautiful mess, flushed and trembling, their eyes glazed over with the aftermath of their orgasm.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "That was amazing."

He gently stroked their sides, soothing them as they both came down from their high. "You're amazing," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to their shoulder. "I don't know what I've gotten myself into with you, but I don't want it to end."

Keigo knew this was dangerous, that his feelings were growing deeper with every encounter, but he couldn't bring himself to care. For the first time in his life, he felt truly alive, and he wasn't ready to give that up. Even if it meant playing with fire, even if it meant risking everything he had worked so hard to build, even if the commission came and put him down like a sick dog; he was willing to risk it all for moments like this.

"Stay with me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Or, well, let me stay with you. At least for a little while longer." He knew he was asking for more than just their physical presence; he was asking for a connection, for something real in a world full of pretense and deception. And for now, that was enough.

Keigo stopped breathing entirely as Ibuki sank down on him, the tight, wet heat enveloping his cock making his head spin. He groaned, unable to suppress the sound, his hands moving from behind his head to rub over his face.

"Fuck, so tight," he muttered against his own hands. He sucked in an uneven breathe before he moved his hands from his face, half-lidded eyes watching Ibuki's every move. "You feel so good..."

He tried to maintain his composure, tried to let the have their moment, to give them an illusion of dominance over him. His hands itched to grab their hips and take control, every small movement hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan. He bit his lip, trying to hold back, but the sight of Ibuki wanting to ride him with such eagerness was driving him wild.

With the back of his hand, he gently rubbed his knuckles across their ribs, "Look at you, taking me so well. It's like you were made for this." His voice was laced with adoration; a special tone that he couldn't even fake if he tried.

Keigo's entire life had been at the convenience or pleasure of someone else. His parents, the commission, civilians. He was born to serve. He saved people, yes of course, but the saving was a happy side effect of serving. Walking into the Leagues lair had been for the benefit of the commission, not out of his free will. His initial conversation with the Inventor had been to gain intel. Keigo was barely a person -- in fact, Keigo didn't even exist, only Hawks.

But this, this was the rawest feeling he had ever had. He just had to sit, and watch, and feel. There was nothing to gain or to lose. The commission wasn't pulling his leash or pointing their finger; there was no whisper in his ear telling him what to say and when to say and how to say.

This was the first moment in a very long time that Keigo felt alive. It felt better than racing through the sky or dive-bombing through the clouds or saving innocents. In the back of his head he was waiting for the other show to fall; for something to go terribly wrong. For once, Keigo didn't quite care about the repercussions. He wanted this, he deserved this; he wanted to bask in the feeling of being entirely on the receiving end of pleasure.

[winguhiro]

Keigo stopped breathing entirely as Ibuki sank down on him, the tight, wet heat enveloping his cock making his head spin. He groaned, unable to suppress the sound, his hands moving from behind his head to rub over his face.

"Fuck, so tight," he muttered against his own hands. He sucked in an uneven breathe before he moved his hands from his face, half-lidded eyes watching Ibuki's every move. "You feel so good..."

He tried to maintain his composure, tried to let the have their moment, to give them an illusion of dominance over him. His hands itched to grab their hips and take control, every small movement hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan. He bit his lip, trying to hold back, but the sight of Ibuki wanting to ride him with such eagerness was driving him wild.

With the back of his hand, he gently rubbed his knuckles across their ribs, "Look at you, taking me so well. It's like you were made for this." His voice was laced with adoration; a special tone that he couldn't even fake if he tried.

Keigo's entire life had been at the convenience or pleasure of someone else. His parents, the commission, civilians. He was born to serve. He saved people, yes of course, but the saving was a happy side effect of serving. Walking into the Leagues lair had been for the benefit of the commission, not out of his free will. His initial conversation with the Inventor had been to gain intel. Keigo was barely a person -- in fact, Keigo didn't even exist, only Hawks.

But this, this was the rawest feeling he had ever had. He just had to sit, and watch, and feel. There was nothing to gain or to lose. The commission wasn't pulling his leash or pointing their finger; there was no whisper in his ear telling him what to say and when to say and how to say.

This was the first moment in a very long time that Keigo felt alive. It felt better than racing through the sky or dive-bombing through the clouds or saving innocents. In the back of his head he was waiting for the other show to fall; for something to go terribly wrong. For once, Keigo didn't quite care about the repercussions. He wanted this, he deserved this; he wanted to bask in the feeling of being entirely on the receiving end of pleasure.

Heroes only care about themselves. The irony of that statement wasn't lost on Keigo. Heroes were supposed to be selfless keepers of peace, but how often was it the opposite? It was a disturbing thought; spending time with what society deemed gutter-rats was opening his eyes to an entire new perspective. That was something he'd have to think about later, though, because now his mind was only focusing on one thing. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at Ibuki admitting that he, number two hero, knew how to please them.

"Are you giving me a reason to be jealous?" He had tried to say it teasingly, but it came out breathless as Ibuki's mouth worked across his skin, "I'd be your one and only in a heartbeat, just say the word and I'm yours."

Hawks wasn't even sure what he was saying, or why he was saying it, but he knew he meant it. He wasn't sure why he meant it, why he'd be willing to honestly and wholeheartedly pledge his body and soul to a villain with a tendency towards cruelty. Out in the world, there was no shortage of people who would die to be in Ibuki's spot. Plenty of good, kind, boring people, who Keigo wouldn't have to worry about literally stabbing him in the back. And yet, here he was, with no intention of leaving. Ibuki wasn't looking at the pro hero with their rose colored glasses, they weren't idolizing him; there was no pressure to be perfect. Ibuki saw Hawks as he was, and wanted more. (He wondered briefly if he'd ever give them the chance to see Takami Keigo)

Keigo's breath hitched as Ibuki straddled his hips, he had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadnt noticed the chair hit the back of his legs until their weight was pressing deliciously against him. His body responding eagerly to their proximity, and he could feel his cock twitch against them.

"You think you can wear me out, huh?" Keigo chuckled, his voice dripping with lust, his hands sliding up their thighs in a slow, teasing caress. "Alright, let's see what you've got."

Keigo gave the fat of their ass one squeeze before he brought his hands to rest behind his head. Keigo leaned back in the chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Ibuki straddle him. He licked his lips hungrily as he looked them over. His wings stretched over the arms of the chair, the bottom feathers brushing lazily against the floor. Thankfully, the delicate feathers at the base of his wings were hidden and pressed against the back of the chair.

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Heroes only care about themselves. The irony of that statement wasn't lost on Keigo. Heroes were supposed to be selfless keepers of peace, but how often was it the opposite? It was a disturbing thought; spending time with what society deemed gutter-rats was opening his eyes to an entire new perspective. That was something he'd have to think about later, though, because now his mind was only focusing on one thing. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at Ibuki admitting that he, number two hero, knew how to please them.

"Are you giving me a reason to be jealous?" He had tried to say it teasingly, but it came out breathless as Ibuki's mouth worked across his skin, "I'd be your one and only in a heartbeat, just say the word and I'm yours."

Hawks wasn't even sure what he was saying, or why he was saying it, but he knew he meant it. He wasn't sure why he meant it, why he'd be willing to honestly and wholeheartedly pledge his body and soul to a villain with a tendency towards cruelty. Out in the world, there was no shortage of people who would die to be in Ibuki's spot. Plenty of good, kind, boring people, who Keigo wouldn't have to worry about literally stabbing him in the back. And yet, here he was, with no intention of leaving. Ibuki wasn't looking at the pro hero with their rose colored glasses, they weren't idolizing him; there was no pressure to be perfect. Ibuki saw Hawks as he was, and wanted more. (He wondered briefly if he'd ever give them the chance to see Takami Keigo)

Keigo's breath hitched as Ibuki straddled his hips, he had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadnt noticed the chair hit the back of his legs until their weight was pressing deliciously against him. His body responding eagerly to their proximity, and he could feel his cock twitch against them.

"You think you can wear me out, huh?" Keigo chuckled, his voice dripping with lust, his hands sliding up their thighs in a slow, teasing caress. "Alright, let's see what you've got."

Keigo gave the fat of their ass one squeeze before he brought his hands to rest behind his head. Keigo leaned back in the chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Ibuki straddle him. He licked his lips hungrily as he looked them over. His wings stretched over the arms of the chair, the bottom feathers brushing lazily against the floor. Thankfully, the delicate feathers at the base of his wings were hidden and pressed against the back of the chair.

For a brief moment, jealousy flared in Keigo's chest as he imagined Ibuki with other heroes, their hands and mouths exploring places that should only belong to him. "So, how many heroes have you fucked?" he rolled his eyes as he asked, his tone tinged with jealousy, "Do you got a whole schedule up? Should I leave so you can move on to your next target?" He could hear the bitter and unfair jealousy in his words; he tried to cover it up with a joke before he continued with an air of confidence, "But none of them know how to please you properly, do they?"

Hawks couldn't help but shiver as Ibuki pressed against him, their proximity sending a jolt of electricity through his veins. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill of it all was intoxicating. Their words, dripping with both danger and desire, only fueled the flames of his own longing.

"Sorry sweetheart, 'm not sure if you'll have the privilege of being my ruination." he whispered, his voice, his breath hot against their ear. He didn't mention that he was ruined just by being there; that he was tainted the second the commission sent their perfect soldier to gain the villains trust, "Though, it would be an honor to be ruined by your pretty little hands." He punctuated his last sentence with a single, soft kiss to the palm of one of their hands before he let them go again.

Teaming up with villains, making deals in the shadows – it was all leading to his downfall. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on Ibuki and the present moment. Ibuki, though, was setting off every warning bell in his mind; Hawks found himself leaning into Ibuki's touch, unable to resist them. Their boldness, their confidence—it was like a drug, leaving him craving more with each passing moment. For a second he wondered if they had indeed drugged him, but he was too far gone to care about that now.

"What do you know of the myth of Icarus?" Keigo stuttered softly against their lips; their chests pressed to his made it increasingly hard to think, "Flying too close to the sun, getting burned, all that fun stuff?"

In his head, he had a whole spiel. Because of his wings, he had often been compared to mythological tragedy of Icarus. It wasn't a comforting story, it was a warning. What better way to earn trust than to share weakness? People tend to trust easier if they believe they hold power over you. It was simple, really, Hawks was just performing as the commission trained him, just trying to gain trust and information. ( he definitely didn't wonder if, with burning hot skin pressed against him, if this was his sun. )

The Icarian info-dump was caught in his throat, any coherent thoughts slipping from his mind as he felt a hand groping at his boxers. A predatory glint flashed in Keigo's eyes as he felt Ibuki move closer. "You're eager, aren't you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Maybe next time, I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk. Or maybe, I'll just leave and let you find your next hero to ruin." Despite the threat, he angled his face down slightly to press a kiss to their shoulder, and let his hands move to teasingly rub their inner thighs.