⚠️Pretty Bird⚠️

⚠️SMUT WARNING⚠️

POV TOUYA

The street lights make the rundown city look blurry, though most of them are cracked and broken. The rain pours down as if god is spilling buckets over our heads, and the cool water makes my burns feel non-existent. Keigo is ahead of me, laughing his ass off with a bottle of brandy loose in his grasp. He gestures for me to catch up to him, giggling as he does so. My mouth forms into a smile all on its own, and I strip my jacket as I jog over to him. I'm intoxicated; my face is burning with adrenaline. "I like it out here," Keigo slurs, pouring a bit of alcohol into the puddle by his feet. We watch the brown liquid seep into the cracks on the ground, mixing with the rain water. It's been two hours since we left together, and we're already hammered. Still, Keigo says, "We shoulda done this sooner."

"Yeah," I say breathlessly. I can't take my eyes off the puddle, the alcohol. "Yeah, it's nice."

"C'mon," Keigo giggles. "I'm cold."

I nod, taking the drink from his hand and pouring the rest of it down the sewer drain. I drop it by my feet, continuing the trail of broken alcohol bottles behind us. Keigo's few feathers that have grown back are scattered around, soaking wet, flopping behind us as we walk. The rain is washing my cheap hair dye out, revealing my white roots. Really, we're a mess, but god it's so much fun.

We turn a corner into an abandoned building. It's crazy how this whole place is basically deserted. You can tell this town was one hit by a poverty wave generations ago when the world turned superhuman. I want to call it weak, but I find it more calming. There was pain here, like the shadow of pain that's been following me for years.

That shadow seems to hide when I have Keigo, though. It's like he was created to fight my darkness.

"Here," Keigo says, plopping down on the wooden floorboards in the kitchen. I follow him, sitting down gently. Keigo lays his head on my shoulder, his wet hair dripping everywhere. He hiccups twice before settling. "Touya," he whispers.

"Hm?" I reply, my head a bit fuzzy.

"You're my favorite person," Keigo chuckles.

"You're my favorite person, too, bird brain."

"I love you." He sighs, snuggling into my side. I keep my arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. I kiss his lips gently, tasting the rain water and alcohol. I hope he understands my response. It takes a moment, but Keigo seems to register the kiss. To my surprise, he maneuvers up so he's straddling my lap, eyes hazy and lustful. I try my best to keep all my panicking inside.

⚠️BUCKLE UP⚠️

He leans forward, kissing me roughly. My heart is beating rapidly in my chest. I'm so fucking intoxicated that even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't. I rest my hands gently on his hips, like a shadow of a touch. I tell myself that I'm not gonna let him go any further than kissing. He's just drunk and hyper sexual because of trauma. I can't take advantage of that... I can't...

Keigo begins to rock gently on top of me, making me let out a stifled groan. He grins, moving to kissing along my jaw and neck. "F-fuck, Keigo, we can't..."

His teeth graze my skin, making me shiver. He rocks a little harder, rubbing us together in illegal places. He's literally going to be the death of me. When Keigo pulls back, I think I might have a shot at surviving this, but that thought is quickly washed away. Keigo smiles at me deviously as he tugs my soaking wet shirt off, running his hands over my chest. As his fingers trace my staples, I can feel my whole body heat up. There's no way I'm gonna get through this.

Keigo gets up, dancing over to the wooden table in the center of the room with my shirt in his hands. He strips down to his boxers, sticking his tongue out like a child. I just sit and watch him, obsessed with every inch of his golden skin. "Dance with me, Touya," Keigo cooes. And that's when all my self restraint leaves.

I hop up, wrapping my arms around his legs and connecting our lips. I put Keigo up on the table, grinding against him ruthlessly. Keigo slips a moan, and I attack his throat with kisses. Shit, his voice... I run my fingers over his chest, addicted to how he shivers sweetly under my touch. I reach down, not daring to release myself from the kiss, and unbuckle my jeans. They slip to the floor, and I step out of them, immediately pressing myself against Keigo. He breaks our kiss, and we're both panting.

"I want it," Keigo breathes, his lips just centimeters from my ear. "I want it, Touya."

My Adam's apple bobs in my throat. Oh my fucking god. "You're drunk."

"Yeah?" He says, giggling a bit. "So are you."

"You're not thinking straight," I try to tell him. "Remember what En—"

"Shhhhhh," Keigo blurts. "No, I don't wanna think about him. I wanna think about you. I'm asking you, Touya. I want to make new memories, and I want them with you."

I can't resist him, not even if I wanted to. "Okay, but I swear to god, if you end up regretting this–"

"I won't," Keigo breathes, wrapping his legs around my torso. "I promise."

I groan, pulling my boxers down. I'm not fully hard, so I stroke my dick a few times to get myself there. Keigo watches, his eyes wide and hungry. I keep my eyes on him as I pump it, imagining what he feels like on the inside. I tell myself that those are the alcohol's thoughts, not mine, but my throbbing dick disagrees with that.

I keep pumping with my non-dominant hand and hold up three fingers to Keigo's mouth. He runs his tongue along my middle finger first, making me shudder and buck into my hand. Then he takes my fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva. When I feel the knot in my stomach forming, I release my dick and pull my fingers out of Keigo's mouth. He smiles, humming with anticipation. I hike one of his legs up, giving me access to his entrance. "Tell me if it hurts," I say gently. "Safe word is Brandy."

"Okay," Keigo says, tensing a bit. He's staring down at my hand as I gently slip my middle finger in. His eyes squeeze closed, and he digs his nails into my shoulder, probably drawing blood. "Fuck, fuck, f-fuck..."

"Want me to stop?" I ask, not daring to take my eyes off of his face. "I'm gonna stop."

"N-no!" Keigo cries. "No, I wanna do this with you. I want you to make it feel good. Please, please make it feel good."

I nod, gently stretching him out. Keigo whines, tucking his head into my collarbone. I add my other fingers, swirling them around gently inside of him. "It's okay, baby bird," I tell him. "You're doing so good. Hang on, okay?"

"T-Touya," he whimpers, shifting around on my fingers. His hoarse whines melts into pants of pleasure, making me more impatient. "T- ah, ah, p-put it in," Keigo says. "Pl-please." I grin, pulling my fingers out and placing them on his thigh. I warm my hand a bit, giving him another sensation to focus on. I press my tip against his hole, watching as his eyes screw closed. He runs his hands through my hair and tugs roughly as I push in, hissing out a curse. Inside him is warm and wet, and it takes all my strength not to pound into him ruthlessly.

"You doing okay?" I manage to say through heavy breaths. I slow my pace a bit to let him answer me.

"Mhm," Keigo whines. "M-more."

"Aw, pretty bird likes my cock, huh?" I tease, speeding up again. Keigo throws his head back, and I nip at his neck with my teeth, pulling him closer to me. "You like that, Kei? God, you're so pretty."

"Touya," Keigo moans, digging his nails into my back. There's no way there aren't marks back there, possibly even blood. I fucking love it. "Hard– ah f-fu... Fuck, fuck, harder..."

As requested, I speed up even more, obsessed with his voice and his deathly grip and his beautiful face. Keigo wraps his legs around my waist, practically sitting on my dick. A line of drool rolls down his lip, and his eyes roll back in his head. "You're so strong, birdie," I groan in his ear. I can feel the knot of ecstasy building in the pit of my stomach. "I know you can take it for me, right? You can take my dick?"

"Y-yes, yes," Keigo moans. "Cl-close... Touya, I–"

"Hold on for me, pretty bird," I say, grabbing the top of his dick. I push his slit down with my thumb, making him claw into me even more. One of his hands is nails-deep in my back while the other is practically ripping my hair out. Just that feeling alone could get me off. When I'm at the edge of my climax, I don't bother to pull out. I shoot my load inside of him, shuddering as he screams out his orgasm. We're too drunk to hold anything back. I release his dick, smirking to myself as he finishes. And as if all the energy in him is gone, Keigo slumps over on my shoulder. "Are you okay, birdie?" I ask, carrying him over to the couch. There's plastic wrap over it (and all the furniture) as if someone was planning on moving it.

"Cold," he whimpers, pulling me on him. I stumble a bit but manage to catch myself. I lay down with him, wrapping him in my arms. Using my quirk just a little bit, I keep both of us warm as we drift off.

I could get used to this.

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