tofi's trail

Hawks toes his sneakers off at the door, where a pair of battered dress shoes lay already. He tosses his hoodie on a stool next to the coat rack, and stretches his wings. They're pretty small at the moment, even when they're fluffed up to the max, thanks to the group of villains he caught earlier in the day.

Hawks strolls into the apartment, not worrying about the door since it had an autolock. Perfect for the person living there--- sleeping on the floor just past the hallway. "Mee~ra-san," Hawks chimes, as he crouches next to the tousled, middle aged man. He pats Mera on the cheek. "Mera-san, you'll get sick sleeping here." No reaction. "Well then, if that's how it is," Hawks pouts.

Despite Mera being considerably taller than Hawks, Hawks has no issues carrying the dead weight of a man through the apartment and into the livingroom. Hawks deposits Mera on the sofa, props him up with a pillow and covers him with a blanket.

He then wanders off to the kitchen, raiding it for leftovers (the reason why he dropped by in the first place) and returns to sit at the other end of the sofa while eating and having a drink. He watches tv, an old foreign mafia movie, as he enjoys the food. When he actually manages to be awake at home, Mera tends to cook a whole lot in one go so he doesn't have to cook every single time he comes home. Mera is actually a decent cook, when he has the energy for it, and it's definitely better than convenience store food. Since Hawks was in the area he thought he might as well make the most of it, and grab a bite before going home. He glances over at Mera, who has rolled over on his belly, hugging the pillow. A bite and then some.

Hawks washes down the last of the chicken bulgur with a large swig of beer. He skips over to the kitchen with the dishes, washes them clean and puts them aside to dry. He feels good, his tummy full and just beneath that, there is twitching warmth.

Hawks makes a quick stop by the bathroom to wash his hands and face, then he returns to the livingroom and the sofa.

There, he pushes up the blanket that already has started to tangle around Mera, and Hawks has to fish around for a bit to find the button to Meras trousers. Hawks pulls them down, but Meras underwear gets stuck at the point where Hawks sees the start of his ass crack. "Hm." It's fine, though. Hawks can still slide his hand in under the fabric.

His fingers find their mark, and Hawks rubs them against Meras sensitive flesh. Soon, he is knuckle deep with two fingers among Meras folds.

Meras cunt is warm, and it becomes wetter and wetter the more Hawks massages it. The flesh around Hawks' fingers twitches, clenches tight when Hawks pulls them nearly the whole way out, and the increased number of fingers easily fit inside.

Above, Hawks can hear Mera groan quiet moans. Hawks' tongue darts over his lips. In a bit, he'll be able to hear those sounds much better.

He pulls out his fingers fully. When he spread them, Meras wetness glimmers on his skin, form strings between them. Mera makes a sound of complaint in his sleep, and Hawks licks his fingers clean of Meras precum as he watches him wiggle a bit. His knees goes on the sofas cushion, and Hawks finds the best position he can while stroking Meras ass, giving light squeezes that almost push a finger into his ass. Mera makes another noise of want, still very much asleep as Hawks pulls his hardening cock out of his trousers and Meras underwear to the side.

Hawks leans low over Mera when he slides his cock into Meras wet cunt. It's eager, sucking him inside greedily between warm, flexing folds. Hawks groans into Meras ear as he is hilted all the way inside. "Feels real good, Mera-san," he tells the man, who is unaware of what Hawks is doing. Mentally, at least. Physically, Meras body clutches at Hawks' cock, sounds slips past his lips, fingers clench around fabric, cheeks flush with arousal.

Mera moans as Hawks starts to slowly thrust. He goes easy on the mans warm cunt, lets it get used to the difference between fingers and cock. Not that it needs a long time. Mera-sans cunt is particularily sensitive when he's asleep, as if it was meant to be fucked while the man is in a state of unconsciousness. Hawks, too, enjoys the feeling of Meras inner walls squeezing down on his cock, like a mouth that didn't want to spit out its favourite meal. Hawks laughs to himself, pulls at Meras ear lobe with his teeth, and murmurs right into the shell, "I'll fill you with your favourite meal." He doesn't really say it to Mera, only to his body, which clenches at the way Hawks' voice sounds, not at what the words mean. Hawks presses his lips against the outside shell of Meras ear, where Mera can feel his breath and groans against his skin and Hawks can hear Meras voice clearly. Every moan coming from the older man goes straight to Hawks' cock, and urges his hips forward again and again, further, deeper, harder. Mera likely won't wake up even if he's pounded into with harsh fervor - maybe Mirko could do it, but that's a thought for another time.

A particular, mouth-watering sound erupts from Mera, and Hawks knows he's hit Meras sweet spot, and with every needy moan, he knows that the man is closing in on an orgasm. Hawks slows. The whine of protest is delicious, pulling together Hawks' ballsack skin tighter. Knowing that Meras body wants, but can't have release, by his say, is bringing Hawks' own release close, just to the edge. Hawks nibbles at Meras ear lobe, pulls it into his mouth to suck on it, and he feels Meras cunt clench tightly around his cock. A moan is torn from Hawks' throat, and he buries his face against Meras neck. Red-hot heat bursts across his vision, when he feels his balls contract, feels himself burst and roll over the edge. He rides the pleasure, the high he reaches with his orgasm, and he fervently thrusts as deep into Mera as he can, imagining that he reaches all the way to his womb though that is a mere fantasy. His sperm could still swim the rest of the way in and do its work, Mera-san none the wiser about if it took or not.

The thought of potentially knocking up his old handler sends another wave of blazing, blinding heat through him. Hawks clutches tightly to Meras waist, pulling at him to try to push even deeper. His mind doesn't fully register the moans coming from the man beneath him now, he hears the pitch change though and feels Meras body shiver, feels it clench down on him impossibly tight. It almost hurts. But more than that, it feels so good. Hawks laughs against Meras skin. It's like Meras body is trying to Milk Hawks' cock and balls for every drop of cum. Like a starving man even licking the plate clean when offered his favourite meal. Hawks' laughter shakes his body, his cum filling Meras cunt further with uneven pace, and Hawks feels he is about to lose it over his own stupid joke while still feeding all he can to the mans hungry lower mouth.

Eventually Hawks manages to calm down, his breath evening out. He still lies on top of Mera a while longer, brushing his fingers through the mans hair. Hawks drinks up every little moan that pours out of Meras mouth. It's comfortable, and he feels he just might also fall asleep.

But he has no time for that. He's too busy to stay the night, and after a while Hawks forces himself up, and with a sigh pulls his cock out of Meras warm, comfortable cunt. He starts to clean up, collecting feathers, wiping sweat from both his and Meras skin, clean away their cum, pulls them both back into their trousers. He stretches leisurely as he observes both the room and the man living in it, looks around to make sure everything looks good.

Hawks crouches by the sofa, presses a slow kiss to Meras cheek. "Thanks for the food," he says, and Mera grunts in acknowledgement. Hawks snorts, realizing that the man is waking up only now. Funny how that works. "Not sticking around?" he hears, the question full of sleep-rust and exhaustion. "Nope, was just stopping by for a meal, didn't wanna wake you." Not for a lack of trying, but... It was kind of impossible to resist taking some of Meras body for himself when the opportunity presented itself. Hawks has to wonder how many others thought the same. Mera is cute in a scruffy sort of way, and he couldn't be the only one to take advantage of the mans deep sleep. "See you later," he called to the man as he left. Mera only grunted in response, burying back into the pillow and blanket, none the wiser to Hawks' actions or thoughts.

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