#this was supposed to become bodyworship but oh well

[theplaguewriter]

His wings twitched in anticipation, he was sprawled out beneath you on the bed. You had him where you wanted him, kisses spilled from your lips, covering each inch of skin that you could reach.

Your hand traced the faint scars on his side, marking them down in your mental map of his body. Keigo had been feeling off lately, having to deal with Hero work and fans, he didn’t feel like the greatest boyfriend. You, on the other hand, understood. He had not neglected you. Not at all. He still asked about your day, listened intently and asked questions, pushing away his own tiredness. He had made it to every date, until today. Some villain had popped up and he didn’t get home until late.

Which lead to this current situation: His teary face looking up at you, the only good thing in his cursed life. Peppering him with kisses, sneaking in a kittenlick here and there. He couldn’t believe how kind you were to him, how he had deserved you.

You did not heed any of his weak protests, saying how he should spoil you. Instead, you started to gently kiss his neck, a sure way to make the hero go very quiet and soft in your embrace. You sat up, straddling him, and took his hand in yours, kissing first the back of it, then the palm and finishing by giving each fingertip a soft kiss. Exaggerating on the pinky, you gave him a big smug smile.

“You need to relax, Love. You’re doing so well in every aspect. You are an amazing hero. You are kind to your fans. You take such great care of me. You fulfill every task the commission gives you dutifully. Such an amazing man, and I get to call you mine.”

Hawks swallowed at your words, his chest swelling. He was used to the praise of his fellow heroes and fans, but coming from you, these words may as well have been nectar from the Gods.

In a flash he sat up, arms wrapping around your middle and head nestled under your chin. He pulled you impossibly close to his chest, needing to feel your warm skin against his, to make sure you’re not just a dream.

“I love you…How did I get this lucky?” His voice was barely above a whisper, the words were meant for your ears only.

You two locked eyes, the moments passing might have felt like an eternity. No words were needed. You understood him, and he understood you. As his lightly chapped lips met yours, you poured all your feelings into the kiss, knowing they’d reach him.

Gently you pushed him back, so he’d be flat on his back again. Your hand sliding down his chest in a soft caress, while his found their place on your thighs, squeezing the flesh reassuringly.

The kiss soon turned from sweet to more needing, the need to be closer, to be connected. To be one. Neither of you cared that it got a little messy, it was after all not your first time. Your hand went from his chest to his hip, stalling there. The grip he had on your thighs tightened, one hand shot up your back, pushing your upper body down on his.

You broke the kiss first, for oxygen and to make sure he was alright with going further too. The slightly dazed smile and whispered terms of affection were enough to make your hand slide to his groin.