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Blasphemy (2)
🕑 Added 2020-12-14 14:35:13 +0000 UTCDabi certainly succeeded in teaching Hawks about carnal sin. In fact, he realizes he may have succeeded too well when Hawks uses chains to restrain his arms and legs, reinforced with ancient binding spells that keep him utterly in place.
Everything starts to peel away to pure sensation as Hawks begins to ride him, slow at first and then speeding until he’s bouncing on Dabi’s cock, stopping just short of the thickening knot at the base and clearly chasing his own pleasure. It’s written all over his face, plump lips falling open on moans and chirps, a blush spreading over those high cheekbones, and his massive, deadly wings spread wide as though for balance. Or perhaps just to remind Dabi of what he is, what they are. As though the demon could ever forget.
Callused fingers slide forward to pinch and tug pierced nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Dabi’s body and making him strain against the metal, which creaks under his effort. Hawks only moans louder, moving one hand back to stroke his own dick, rubbing it eagerly and making himself shiver and clench. Dabi watches him fall apart, watches the pleasure in his golden eyes build until he straightens his thighs and pulls off all at once, hips jerking as he cums into his own hand instead.
The scent of it brings that primal frenzy to the front, until all Dabi can think about is ripping free from these chains and burying himself in that tight heat. Knotting his angel and giving him the orgasm he deserves, with something to clench on as he screams. Heat pours off him in waves as he slams against the chains again, trying desperately to rip them free of their mooring so he can just take. Yet Hawks only pants at him and grins cheekily, a lazy, self-satisfied smirk that says he planned all this. His hips tilt forward and he sits on Dabi’s chest, legs planted on either side of his shoulders as the angel spreads himself open. The slick of his cum glistens and Dabi feels his cock pulse at the sight of it; flushed and ripe and so ready to be taken. Hawks’ erection is still pointed upward, then he stirs a finger through the wetness and puts it to his lips.
“Is this what you want, demon? A chance to fill me up?” When did an angel learn to talk like this? Dabi would be dazed if he had the sense left for it. “I want it too...I’m so empty, Dabi, please. Fill me up and knot me, I need it. I need you inside me.”
His hips lift as he begs, and it’s the last straw. Blue hellfire lights along his shoulders and neck, a noise closer to a roar than anything ripping out of his throat as he fights the chains. He’s distantly gratified to see Hawks’ glamour slip, his fangs showing and a white light surrounding him, along with a visible pulse in his sex that speaks of his want. The angel scrambles back to put Dabi inside himself again, but it’s not fast enough—a great crunching noise sounds as the demon rips his bonds free of the stone floor.
There’s no words, not even a pause as he turns the angel’s body beneath him and lines himself up with one hand, then thrusts in. One smooth stroke takes him to the top of his knot and Dabi’s moan of relief is loud and obscene, but he couldn’t care less.
He just starts pounding away, hips snapping brutally forward, drinking in the moans that turn to high-pitched keening and screaming as he splits that tight pussy and grinds his knot into it. One clawed hand pins Hawks’ hips in place, splayed out across his lower stomach, and he can feel the thrust that seats his knot inside for the first time. He has at least enough thought left to retract the claws on one hand and uses two fingers to jerk the hard clit in front of him as he slams forward again and again, rutting into the wet clench and losing his senses in the process.
Beneath him, Hawks can only feel pleasure, the teasing game from before completely forgotten as he tries to spread his thighs and take it. He’s never made Dabi like this before; even the first time he didn’t wreck his control so thoroughly. Dabi is just taking him, fucking him with a viciousness he never has before, though the fingers that play with his clit keep the pain balanced with pleasure until he sees stars in front of his eyes with each thrust and feels another orgasm tightening in his gut.
He won’t have a choice, won’t need to strain for the angle, Dabi’s thrusts are driving it out of him and when he cums it’s so hard his ears ring and his body jerks, back arching so hard he can see the floor behind them. A noise—a scream?—tears out of his throat, and then the world is blue and black and gone fuzzy with pleasure. It’s mind-numbing, and it goes on and on until he sobs with it, clutching Dabi’s biceps and drawing pinpricks of blood with his claws. The sting of another claiming bite lances through his shoulder, but Hawks is limp to everything until he feels Dabi’s cock swell inside him further as the thrusts stutter to a halt and the knot springs.
It’s so big he can hear himself muttering nonsense pleas, thighs trembling violently as he feels the thick heat flooding him. It overwhelms him and he clenches his eyes shut, whimpering into the demon’s scarred shoulder as he loses control of his glamour and the wheels of eyes surround them both for a few seconds before vanishing again. Then that long tongue laps over the wound, and Dabi draws back, eyes still fiery. Because he’s still not satisfied. Hawks teased him too far, and even with his knot buried deep in the angel’s cunt, it isn’t enough. He grants him a few minutes of reprieve, and then lowers his fingers to the abused clit again. Hawks’ eyes snap wide, his hand shooting between them to grab at Dabi’s wrist. Not that it stops the demon, and Dabi delights in the shudder he gets.
“Cum for me again, angel. Empty my knot out inside your tight little body. You were just begging me for it, don’t you still want it?”
“Please, Dabi, I can’t—I can’t cum anymore—“ his golden angel whimpers the words, but Dabi doesn’t quite believe him. Not when the hands that have wielded flaming swords don’t even tug at his wrist, and his hips jerk into the touch.
“Yes, you can. You can and you will.”
Dabi murmurs more praise into the angel’s ear as he pushes him higher, tells him how sexy and gorgeous he is, words in their ancient languages and in more modern ones until each clench draws another pulse of cum from his knot. Hawks moans louder as he gets close, and Dabi moves to plunge a hand into divine crimson plumage, knowing the wings are a direct link to an angel’s mind. Knowing that he’s obliterating Hawks’, and it makes him cum again instantly, shaking frantically as his mouth hangs open on a silent scream.
When he collapses back there’s no tension left in him anywhere, and Dabi presses a kiss to his slack mouth. They lay like that, both unable to move nor wanting to, until Dabi gains enough breath back to draw up on his forearms and smirk down. “I hope you learned your lesson.”
Hawks looks at him in shock for a minute, and then rolls his eyes. “You act like I didn’t get exactly what I wanted.”
“Never thought I’d see the day an angel was a filthier sinner than a demon. But then again, with a stick that big up your ass, it makes sense you’d want one in your pussy to match.”
Hawks, appropriately, flips him the bird.
