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Hawks has barely managed to unlock the front door before he’s turning around and throwing himself at Enji.
Enji takes his weight without a second thought. He’s become all too familiar with the exact shape of Hawks’ body in his arms after a few months of these hurried little trysts. Muscle memory has an arm wrapping around a slim waist and the other swooping under a wing to splay at the middle of Hawks’ back, fingers brushing into the soft of red feathers.
They’re kissing before they’ve even gotten through the door, something already too heated for public viewing and Enji gives silent thanks that Hawks’ salary as No. 2 was high enough that he lived in a relatively private area, no nosy neighbors around to spot the top two heroes going at each other like animals in heat.
They finally tumble into the apartment, stumbling as they try to walk with uncoordinated legs and bodies that are already starting to bump in all the right places. The door shuts closed and Enji crowds Hawks up against it immediately, feels their frantic kisses take a turn for the heavy and biting. He tears himself away from the heat of Hawks’ mouth to suck at the crook of his neck, finding the barely fading mark he’d left a week before just under the collar of Hawks’ shirt.
Hawks jolts as Enji sucks, wings thumping against the door as he brings a leg up around Enji to pull himself closer.
“Endeavor,” Hawks breathes out.
Enji can feel the heat of Hawks’ hard cock pressing into him already.
“Fuck,” Hawks exclaims and then he’s shoving a thigh between Enji’s legs too, grinding up against the bulge already tenting his slacks.
Enji makes a guttural sound and then bites around the bruise he’d repainted on Hawks’ skin. Hawks jolts, fingers in his hair tightening as his wings rattle the door again.
Enji makes his way up Hawks’ throat and back to his mouth, kissing him until he can feel Hawks smile against his lips.
“Now aren’t you glad I coaxed you out for late dinner, eh big guy?”
“Coaxed?” Enji grumbles as he pulls back enough to look Hawks in the eye, “you made yourself insufferable until I said yes. It’s not like I would have been able to focus on work with you—"
“Please,” Hawks draws out in a scoff and a flick of blond hair, “it was 10:30 on a fucking Friday, whatever non-emergency work you had left can go suck a dick until next week.”
Enji frowns at that.
“And speaking of sucking dick, yours is the one I’d like to specifically be sucking at the moment so if we could move this along to the bedroom….”
Enji rolls his eyes but obeys anyways, reaching down to cup Hawks’ ass in both hands and lift him up until Hawks is wrapping strong legs around his waist.
“Ooh,” Hawks exclaims, wings fluttering as he squirms in Enji’s arms, “getting carried to bed by the No. 1, how romantic. ”
Enji doesn’t deign the obvious teasing with an answer, whatever he and Hawks had developed in the past months, it was far from romantic.
“Where to,” Enji asks instead and finally takes the time to actually look at the apartment he’d stepped into. It was the first time he’d ever even been here after all.
“Straight down the hall and to your right,” Hawks chirrups as he locks his ankles together at his waist and then starts rutting against his stomach. He lets out a whimper, fingers digging into the meat of Enji’s shoulder.
“Greedy little bird,” Enji rumbles as Hawks moves against him, his own cock twitches.
“Mmm, you know it,” Hawks says with a lascivious smirk and another roll of his body. “Now come on.” He brings his heels down to thump on Enji’s ass, as if he was a particularly stubborn horse that refused to go where directed. “Bedroom.”
Enji can’t help another eye roll but he’s making his way down the hall regardless.
Hawks shuts the door with a feather as soon as they’re in and then Enji is kissing him against that too, but Hawks is already starting to unwrap himself from Enji’s hold.
Enji sets him down with a rumble of displeasure but as soon as Hawks is back on his feet there’s a hand at Enji’s chest, pushing until he has no choice but to walk backwards with the force of it. Hawks meets Enji’s unimpressed stare with a wolfish grin until he’s stumbling to catch himself as the back of his legs meet Hawks’ bed.
Hawks surges up to kiss him again, almost tipping them both over as nimble fingers start to untuck his shirt. Hawks comes off his mouth with a slight pop, hands tensing as he yanks the thing off, throwing it haphazardly behind him as his gaze zeroes in on Enji.
Hawks steps back and then stares, tongue coming out to wet his lips as if he hasn’t already seen Enji in various stages of undress more than a dozen times over since they’d first started fucking around at every available opportunity.
And there had certainly been a lot of opportunities.
Hasty blowjobs at Enji’s desk during work hours and lazy sex against his office window afterhours, rutting against each other in back alleys during patrols like the horny teenager Enji hadn’t been for decades and that Hawks had left behind only a handful of years ago.
Enji bites back his grimace, best not go down that particular rabbit hole.
He reaches for Hawks’ own shirt instead but his hands are batted away.
“In due time,” Hawks quips as his eyes rake down Enji’s torso, “lemme just admire the goods a bit No. 1.”
Enji makes a face but Hawks is too busy staring at not his face to even notice as he continues.
“We never have time to take our time, you know? And oh am I taking advantage of that tonight .”
“And whose fault is that?” Enji retorts, mind going back to the dirty alley that had been their first romp, how Hawks’ hero outfit had had telltale circles of wet and grime on both knees when they’d finally walked out of it.
“Hey, I invite you out to dinner all the time, it’s not my fault you always say no. This could have already happened a long time ago—”
“Hawks,” Enji rumbles, a warning, even though Enji was far past the point of ever backing his threats up, at least not with Hawks.
“Right, right,” Hawks chuckles, “back to admiring.”
Enji snorts but doesn’t say anything else as Hawks finally steps closer again and reaches down, fingers carding first through the red fuzz at his waistband and then sliding up like silk over Enji’s abs and onto the smooth planes of his chest. He spreads his hands across the barrel expanse of it, settling them on Enji’s biceps as he leans forward.
He comes in close, nose just skimming over Enji’s right pec.
“God, I’ll never get over this.”
Enji frowns, feels the taught skin of his scar pull along with it.
“My chest?” he asks.
“Your tits, Endeavor,” Hawks responds smoothly as he looks back up at him, eyes lit and teeth flashing in a mischievous little smirk.
Enji’s eyes widen at the statement.
“They’re not tits, ” he says quickly, can’t help the small amount of disbelief that colors his tone.
Hawks gives him another smile then, a different smile.
It’s the same goofy grin he always gave Enji whenever he went and did something stupid that showed his age, like accidently leave the camera shutter sound on trying to discreetly take a picture of Shouto during training when he realized he didn’t actually have any pictures of his son.
(Shouto had left immediately after realizing what Enji had been trying to do and the photo Enji had tried to take had come out too blurry to actually work, but it wasn’t a day later that Hawks had sent him a picture message that consisted of Shouto’s most deadpan expression while Hawks made a peace sign with the hand around his shoulders.
You’re welcome ;) Feel free to crop me out, the message had read.
The photo had quickly become Enji’s new contact picture for Shouto. He also hadn’t cropped Hawks out, but Hawks didn’t need to know that.)
“Oh yeah, well then what are they, No.1?” Hawks asks, mercifully breaking Enji away from his thoughts.
“It’s just…my chest,” Enji says for lack of anything better.
“Your tits, ” Hawks replies smugly as he squeezes Enji’s arms before leaning back in again.
He skims his nose across his left peck this time, dragging a cool line of friction only for it to be followed by the warm drag of a tongue.
Enji jolts.
“Hawks—”
Hawks ignores him as usual.
“God Endeavor what I wouldn’t give to fuck these,” he mumbles as he practically nuzzles into him.
The stripe that Hawks had licked up his chest is rapidly cooling in the air-conditioned breeze of Hawks’ room, it draws goosebumps across Enji’s skin, a strange tightening in his gut to accompany.
He’s speaking before he can stop himself, words easy on his tongue just like they’d been when Hawks had first dropped to his knees for him, the first time Hawks had locked his office door and settled himself on Enji’s desk like a deity ready to be worshipped.
The acquiescence rolls out of Enji’s mouth before he’s even had a chance to think .
“You could.”
“Just kidding, big guy!” Hawks says at the exact same time, eyes closed and head tilting up with his most disarming grin in place, tone taking on that purposeful teasing lilt that never failed to rile Enji up.
Enji is already starting to regret his hasty words.
“I know you wouldn’t be into that—”
But then Hawks’ eyes fly back open, quick like hummingbird wings.
“Wait, are you serious?” Hawks asks and his face is that same open shock it had been the first time Enji had proposed that their agencies do more than work the odd case together, that they join as less a merge and more a steady partnership.
But this was something a little different than agency partnerships.
Hawks is staring at him in disbelief and Enji knows he could refuse, could mark his words as a joke that they both know he’d never make, could dismiss all this and they’d go back to their hasty, frantic, screwing.
But then again, Enji had never been in the habit of taking back his words and least of all with Hawks.
He’d made his bed, time to lie in it.
“Would I have said anything if I wasn’t?” he says, gruff and dismissive.
Hawks’ eyes widen further, mouth parting to gape at him.
Enji can feel fire start to lick at his face, a flush spreading down to his bare chest from what he absolutely refuses to label as embarrassment.
“What are you gaping at boy, you’re the one who asked!”
“I wasn’t serious! ” Hawks exclaims, “ I never thought you’d say yes !”
Hellfire comes out in full force then, a protective shield from the utter astonishment shining out of Hawks’ face like midday sun through a break in cloudy skies.
Enji might not have been in the habit of taking back his words but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take back his words.
“Well then, forget I said anything—”
“Oh no, no, no, you don’t get to take this one back,” Hawks says, eyes bright in the light of Enji’s flames. He lays his palms flat against Enji’s chest and pushes again , actually toppling him onto the bed this time.
Enji is quick to bank his flames before they can touch the highly flammable cotton of Hawks’ sheets.
“Do you want to set your apartment on fire you idiot! ”
But Hawks isn’t even paying attention, he’s ripping his clothes off like they burned. Once freed he’s coming over to unbutton and yank at Enji’s slacks with enough force that Enji’s letting out a hiss at the rough drag of cloth over his cock. It bobs free and slaps against his stomach, cherry red and weeping.
Hawks reaches for it and Enji is already anticipating the calloused glide of Hawks’ hand but then Hawks does nothing but give it a pat, as if he was soothing a disgruntled cat.
“We’ll come back to you big guy,” he says before his gaze flicks up and locks onto Enji’s, “ I was promised something else today.”
Hawks’ bed almost goes up in flames for the second time that night.
Hawks crawls over him, coming to settle on his stomach and Enji feels his abs tense less under the weight of Hawk’s body and more under the weight of his eyes.
Hawks’ cock is heavy between his legs, already spilling milky drops of precum and Enji hasn’t even touched him yet—Hawks hasn’t even touched himself yet—but all Hawks is doing is staring , gaze flicking from Enji’s chest to his face and back down again.
Enji refuses to do something so undignified as squirm under Hawks but that doesn’t mean he can stop the not quite discomfort that’s starting to pull at the pit of his stomach.
“Are you,” Hawks finally speaks, eyes meeting steady with Enji’s, “are you sure?”
Enji parrots his earlier words even if he can’t exactly hold Hawks’ gaze. He looks to the side.
“Would I have said anything otherwise?”
And that was all the sincerity Hawks was getting out of him tonight.
Hawks swallows, nods, and then the look in his eye changes .
Hawks looks down back at his chest with hunger, hands practically shaking as they reach down and graze over his nipples, sending a frisson of arousal straight to Enji’s cock.
Hawks takes a palmful of each pec and squeezes , lips spreading into the type of dopey smile he usually reserved for still smoking chicken skewers.
Then Enji realizes what he just compared himself too.
Wisps of flames heat his cheeks.
“But if you won’t get on with it then I will rescind the offer!” he growls, making to get up and throw the skinnier hero off of him.
Hawks pushes him back down with enough force that Enji hits the bed with a silent huff. Hawks’ eyes flash gold briefly but then he’s throwing on another lopsided grin.
“Woah, woah, woah, you gotta give me a break here, No. 1! You don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted to do this. Let me savor the moment, yeah?”
Enji banks his fire but his mouth runs away from him once more.
“You’ve been…waiting to do this?”
Hawks’ smile shrinks to something a bit more serious.
“Endeavor. Have you seen yourself?”
An odd question, of course he’d seen himself.
He was bulky and scarred, layer upon layer of muscle built only so that his body would be able to withstand the brunt of his quirk. He was by no means conventionally attractive, his rank in any of the more frivolous appearance-based Hero polls—that he never cared about but that he always somehow ended up seeing anyway—were always low enough to assure him of that. And once he’d gotten his scar he’d only dropped lower.
It’d never been something that preoccupied Enji too much, certainly not something that had started bouncing around in his skull once a certain hero—who took on modeling and beauty and skin care adds as side gigs—started fucking around with him. Certainly not whenever he let himself think about how that hero was half his age.
“I’m squat, bulky, and scarred, there’s nothing much to look at,” he answers honestly.
Hawks’ eyes flash gold again and then stay that same burning luminescent shade as his features morph into that rare mask of seriousness he always got right before he swooped down on villains with all the speed and strength of the bird of prey he was named after.
“Endeavor,” he starts, tone flat and almost solemn, “your tits are a gift of fucking gods and I will eviscerate anyone who has ever told you otherwise.”
Enji feels his cheeks burn, but this time it’s not from his fire.
“…stop calling them tits ,” is all he manages to mutter as he avoids Hawks’ eyes once more.
Hawks grins and then reaches past Enji to ruffle around under one of the pillows at the headboard. His hand comes back gripping a bottle of lube.
“ Seriously? ”
“What,” Hawks hums, “we hadn’t fucked around in more than a week, I had to find ways to entertain myself. Greedy, remember?”
He squirts some of the lube out onto his palm and doesn’t even wait for it to heat up, just slicks himself up with a briskness that wasn’t like Hawks, like he genuinely could not wait to—
To—
Enji does not squirm.
Hawks scoots up closer, a hand still wrapped around his dick. He gives himself one last cursory pump before he finally lays himself down in the crease of Enji’s pecs. Enji feels Hawks’ cock shift slightly every time he breathes. Hawks’ own breathing is already speeding up.
“Fuck, okay,” Hawks says, then wipes his lube covered hand on the sheets but Enji doesn’t have time to admonish him before he’s laying shaky hands at each side of his chest. He squeezes, Enji’s pecs coming in to cradle the hot heat of his cock.
“ Holy fuck, ” Hawks lets out in an almost silent puff of air.
Enji stares down at himself surreptitiously, trying not to go cross-eyed.
The sight that meets him is Hawks’ dick.
On his chest.
He really didn’t understand the appeal.
He glances back up at Hawks and is startled to find the hero looking down at his dick and his chest with an almost reverence.
Enji doesn’t know if that should arouse him or honestly slightly unnerve him, but then his neglected dick twitches and Enji supposes that answered that question.
Hawks’ eyes flick to his one last time before he licks his lips and swallows.
“Okay, I’m gonna—yeah—gonna—”
He looks back down and then finally starts to move.
“Oh fuck,” Hawks says as he thrusts forward and his dick glides along the valley of Enji’s pecs.
“Oh fuck, ” he says as he pulls back and does it again.
He squeezes Enji’s chest, thumbs coming to flick at his nipples in a way that has Enji shuddering. Hawks’ fingers dig into the muscle, nails coming to bite at Enji’s skin.
Enji stifles a wince. His cock twitches again.
Huh.
But then Hawks is moving, starting to build up a rhythm and Enji can’t focus on anything but the hero above him.
Hawks’ mouth is parted on pants, sweat already starting to build at his temples, strands of hair peeling away from the disarray at his head to sway limply at his face as he starts to pick up his pace.
“Fuck, Endeavor, fuck—”
Hawks also seemed to have run out of any words that weren’t Enji’s name or expletives and the faster he goes the more his cock starts to slips out from the middle of his pecs to glide haphazardly across his chest.
Enji looks up at the scrunch of Hawks’ face, brows furrowed and eyes shut, and then looks back down at himself.
Hawks couldn’t have been getting too much friction like this. They were going to be here all night at this rate and past indulging Hawks in whatever this fantasy had turned out to be Enji was actually looking forward to the dick sucking that had been promised him earlier.
He reaches a hand up, palm coming to trap Hawks’ cock against him, engulfing him so that he has nowhere to rut but the space between his hand and the V of his pecs.
Hawk’s breath hitches, his face twitches, eyes opening wide before they slam back shut, hips jerking in an uncoordinated rhythm.
“Fuck Endeavor I’m gonna—fuck, fuck— oh god—”
Hawks tenses, nails digging in deeper as he goes taut and blows, strings of hot cum spurting onto Enji’s chest and neck and all the way up to his chin.
Hawks’ wings splay out behind him, quivering along with every muscle of his body as Hawks shivers through his orgasm.It’s only when Hawks finally sags that they fall along with him.
They sink slowly down Hawks’ back, primaries tickling Enji’s stomach as they droop in a soft brush at either side of his waist, caging his hips in red.
Hawks’ head hangs low to his chest, strands of coarse blonde hair obscure his face but Enji doesn’t need to actually see him to know that Hawks’ mouth is hanging open on ragged pants. No, Enji can hear those quite clearly.
Hawks’ fingers start to slowly unclench from their death grip at his chest, dick giving one last valiant twitch as it starts going soft and that—
That had been a lot faster than Enji had expected.
He’s speaking before he can stop himself, again.
“Didn’t you want to savor it?”
Hawks stills above him, face finally coming out of the shadow of his hair to look down at Enji in bewilderment.
The moment stretches in silence, some of Hawks’ cum starts to drip down Enji’s neck.
Then Hawks laughs.
He doesn’t chuckle or give his usual snicker of amusement, he genuinely laughs, head thrown back and shoulders shaking with it.
There’s a flush at Hawks’ cheeks that matches the bright of his eyes when he speaks.
“Can you really blame me,” he gets out between chortles, no trace of embarrassment on his features, in fact he’s practically glowing, “when I’d been dreaming of doing this exact thing since I was a teenager who’d just figure out what the hell titty fucking even was.”
Enji can’t actually hide his grimace at that.
“Ooooh,” Hawks says, tone slowly going back to that cadence of carelessness it always had, “walked right into no-no territory with that one didn’t I?” He beams and leans down to lay a peck on Enji’s lips. “Sorry about that big guy.”
Enji doesn’t respond, Hawks already knew he didn’t like to be reminded of their age gap but that never stopped him from teasing him about it anyway.
Hawks shifts back a little, feathers tickling as they drag at Enji’s sides.
He stares down at Enji again, gaze following the ropes of cum from his chest and up to his face.
“Thanks for this though, really,” he says as he tilts his head and smiles.
It’s that same stupid chicken skewer smile.
“Just clean me up,” Endeavor huffs, then cringes at his own words, entirely too demanding—no that wasn’t right, entirely too needy —like they’d ever expected more than just sex from each other, like Enji had ever expected intimacy from Hawks.
Hawks’ brows raise minutely, the only tell that Enji’s words had been out of the norm, but his features are settling back into a leer almost immediately.
“Yes, sir,” he says with mock seriousness before he leans down and starts to lick his cum off Enji.
“Hawks!” Enji squawks only for his cry to be cut short when Hawks licks his way up to the stray glob that’d landed on his chin and then further until he’s shoving his tongue—and his cum— into Enji’s mouth for the dirtiest kiss Hawks has ever given him.
It doesn’t stop Enji from kissing back.
When Hawks pulls away he’s flushed again, amber eyes bright with mischief.
He smiles, a sharp-edged thing like his feathers.
He taps a finger against Enji’s lips.
“Good boy.”
Hawks’ bed is nearly set on fire for the third time that night and the only reason it isn’t is because Hawks squishes his cheeks like he’d done his pecs and quickly adds.
“Now, now, no setting my bed on fire No.1!”
Enji can see faint wisps of smoke wafting up around him.
“You insufferable mouthy brat! ” he spits, although the words are distorted by Hawks’ hands.
Hawks laughs again, eyes closed and hair framing his face in golden yellow wisps. There’s a warmth in his gaze when he opens them back up, thumbs stroking soft along Enji’s cheeks.
Enji stills.
That was also something entirely too soft, too intimate .
But then Hawks leans down to give him another peck and when he pulls back he’s smirking, playful once again.
“Don’t worry Endeavor, I can still put this mouth to another very good use.”
Then Hawks lets go of Enji’s face, shuffles down his body and does just that.