Hawks has always thought that he's the quiet type when it comes to sex.
He watches ppl in porn lose their minds, moaning and groaning and sometimes even screaming, and yeah it's hot, but he can't relate. He reads about characters being unable to keep quiet, so lost in pleasure that they cant help but make erotic sounds, even if they try to stifle them. Again, the idea gets him going, but he doesn't really get it .
Growing up, he didn't have a lot of privacy. Though he never felt much urge to make noises beyond a stray whine or two when he found something new that he liked, and those were easily muffled.
When he finally had a place of his own, he tried experimenting with it, but it didn't exactly… go. it felt too forced, and he supposed he could see the appeal of making those noises, but it just didn't click the way he thought it might.
It's fine. He really doesn't mind. not everyone needs to be vocal in bed. And hey, if he wants to make noise, his pussy gets wet enough to do that job for him, the slick sound of it filling up the room.
It's fine. Really.
Then he and Dabi sleep together for the first time.
It's Hawks' first first time actually, and instead of laughing him out of the room when he finds out, Dabi just smiles, his touches softening ever so slightly as he caresses Hawks' sides.
"Is that so?" he purrs. "Guess I'll have to make it special, then."
Within minutes, Dabi has Hawks pressing a hand over his mouth, trying to hold back the gasps and moans that rise up in his throat. Hawks is breathing harder than he ever has on his own, even when he would ride his dildos. It's not just that it's someone else touching him; it's the way that Dabi is touching him. And fuck, his tongue…
When Hawks jerks off, he's usually so focused on the end goal, on reaching his orgasm as quickly as possible. He hardly ever does things just to feel them, just to enjoy them.
But that's all that Dabi is doing. Everything he does, he checks in with Hawks, gauging his reaction. The things that Hawks isn't too crazy about, he abandons, focusing instead on the things that make Hawks whine high in his throat, his breathing erratic as he arches off the bed.
Hawks suddenly gets how people can lose their minds during sex. It feels so good in such an intense way, but he knows he's not approaching his orgasm just yet. He doesn't give a shit about coming, though; he just wants Dabi to keep making him feel good.
Hawks doesn't even know when it happened, but at some point his hand fell away from his mouth (or maybe it was pulled away?), and Dabi is mouthing at the vibrations in Hawks' throat as the hero moans openly, gasping and sobbing at the intensity of Dabi's ministrations. God, and Dabi hasn't even taken his own pants off yet.
"See?" Dabi murmurs, biting at Hawks' throat. "I told you I could turn you into a songbird."