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Keigo groaned softly as a sliver of sunlight through the curtain made its way to his eyes; interrupting his sleep.

He had been comfortable too… incredibly comfortable actually. More so than usual after a night of drinking.

What had even happened last night? The whole experience was a blur.

He remembered the party had already started before he got to the hotel ballroom. Contrary to popular belief, he had never been overly fond of big parties, and now that he was no longer owned by the commission, he didn’t have to be entertaining or even charismatic at them if he didn't choose.

He wasn’t required to uphold their standards and be the center of attention to get good ratings for them.

He was just himself now, nothing more nothing less and for the first time in years, he actually liked himself.

He wouldn’t have even bothered to go to the party, except it was a post war hero party, hosted by the heroes themselves. Just something to celebrate their win, fondly remember those lost, and just have a well deserved good time.

That and Enji would be there…

As always, his mind tried to correct himself; telling him that it was Endeavor, that he didn't have a right to call his Hero by name.

But after working so closely together for months; orchestrating their defense tactics together, saving as many lives as they could together, protecting the world from a great evil together…

And most of all, the fact that Enji had asked him to call him that when they were off the field.

Yes, Keigo did deserve to call his hero by name. He had earned the right to consider himself an equal to the veteran hero.

His friend.

Enji was already there when Keigo had shown up. A slight flush on his cheeks from the complementary alcohol. He never did like social gatherings; even more so since he had changed his ways. 

Becoming a better person looked good on Enji. Keigo had been enamoured with him from the start but he wasn’t blind to his faults.

But how can you continue to fault someone’s previous actions, when they have been actively trying to make up for them and become better? 

Within reason, of course. Keigo understood the hesitance from Enji’s children, but even they had started to come around. Enji still had a ways to go with them but they were on the right track and Keigo was proud of his efforts.

That being said, being socially awkward and no longer trying to cover it up with perpetual grumpiness, Enji found parties like this intimidating. Usually latching onto Keigo as a buffer, which Keigo figured was because he was the only one Enji knew wanted to talk with him.

He was wrong of course, everyone wanted to talk to him, but Keigo enjoyed the company. Enji never believed him about it anyway.

>>> CUT TO FLASHBACK OF NIGHT BEFORE <<<

“Hey,” Keigo said, hopping up on the stool beside Enji.

“Keigo! You’re here,” Enji smiled.

He had seen Enji smile before; more and more lately but usually only when alone. Though it still made his heart stutter, every single time. 

“Told you I would be!” Keigo grinned, “you’re more relaxed than usual.”

“They have hero drinks,” Enji said motioning toward the wait staff carrying trays of drinks around.

“The Hawks is my favorite,” Enji chuckled, making Keigo’s cheeks turn pink from the looseness of the words and the alternative meaning they could hold.

“That’s amazing, is there an Endeavor one? “ He asked, looking around for the orange and blue colors on the tray.

“Yes,” Enji said, waving one of the waiters over, “he’s here.” The waiter smiled and offered the Endeavor based drink to Keigo. “I told him you were gonna want one of those.”

“You know me so well,” Keigo laughed.

“Of course I do, you never shut up,” Enji rolled his eyes to cover up the increased blush that hadn’t been triggered by alcohol. Keigo just smiled and took a sip of his new favourite drink.

He had some catching up to do.

>>> END OF FLASHBACK <<<

It was a good start to the night. Even if Keigo couldn’t remember everything that had happened yet, he definitely remembered that.

The leftover feelings almost made up for the pulsing in his head.

He tried opening his eyes to glance around. He was getting glimpses of stumbling down a hallway and laughing a lot but otherwise he had no idea how he had gotten into his room. Was this even his room? Weren’t his curtains a different color?

He was probably just confusing himself, he had stayed in a lot of hotels over the years.

The room was bright. Too bright. Though he still tried lifting his head for a better look, only to find himself weighed down by a very large arm holding him to an even larger chest.

Only then did he realize his abnormally comfortable pillow also had course red hair and a pulse.

Keigo covered his mouth quickly before his squeak of surprise could sound and wake the other up… or worse, wake himself up.

Though he had had the same dream countless times before; each more real than the last. He wasn’t dreaming this time, his head hurt too much to be dreaming, he was actually in bed with Todoroki Enji… and they were snuggling.

His eyes roamed over Enji’s sleeping face. The crease between his eyebrows smoothed from his relaxed face, long red eyelashes fanning over his cheeks, and slightly overgrown hair falling over his forehead.

He had been complaining about needed a haircut but hadn’t had the chance to go. Though Keigo had often voiced his opinion of the matter, and if he allowed himself to indulge, he might think that was the reason for the neglect.

Though he didn’t dare let his hopes up.

But what about this? Waking up in bed together, wearing nothing at all; Keigo discovered as he gently moved his pelvis against Enji’s hip. Trying not to shiver at the feel of soft skin against his own.

Could he get his hopes up now? Now as he lay in a position he had only ever dreamed of, running his fingers through a soft tuft of chest hair.

Laying his head back down on the firm yet soft chest – his new favourite and frequently used new pillow, if he has any say in it – Keigo closed his eyes and tried to string the drunken memories together.

>>> CUT TO FLASHBACK <<< 

“And... And then!” Keigo slurred before losing himself in another fit of giggles, “I was out of feathers, so the villain thought he had the upper hand on me, but then, Endeavor just floats down behind him with arms crossed and that scary Endeavor face he does. Do it! Do the face!” He bounced in his seat, smacking Enji’s arm lightly with the back of his hand.

“They know what it is,” Enji said, with another sip of his Hawks drink.

“No, do it!” Rumi grinned from the other side of the table, just as drunk as the others, who all voiced their desire to see it. Though Enji’s eyes did fix on Keigo who was trying to look as cute as possible in order to persuade him, (though he probably just looked glassy eyed and flushed.)

Enji grumbled but did it anyway; all the Heroes at the table bursting out laughing at the scary face.

“See!! He’s so cute when he does that,” Keigo shouted, “I’ve never seen all of the blood drain from someone's face so quickly. He might have even pissed himself.” he added with a fresh fit of giggles as he leaned against the fire hero.

“Pretty sure he did,” Enji mumbled into his drink, and not pushing Keigo off of him.

The rest of the conversation was getting a little hazy; some glimpses of the party room, drunken conversations with other hero’s, overall a good time after a long period of crisis. Exactly what they all needed.

But the most prominent images floating across is vision was a flush smiling faced of Enji. There was a sparkle in his eyes that Keigo had only caught glimpses of on the rare occasions that he would actually make the stoic hero laugh. Though they always happened so quick, vanishing from Enji’s face as fast as he realized they were there; faster that Keigo’s hawk like vision could convince him that he had actually seen it.

It was those moments that confused Keigo the most. When the butterflies would rise in his stomach, and his mind would try to convince him that there was something there; that there was a fraction of a possibility that Enji liked him back.

While simultaneously berating himself for even thinking of considering it. 

He remembered someone yelling something about swimming. Present Mic maybe? He tended to get a little unhinged after Eraserhead dozed off.

“We shouldn’t swim while intoxicated,” Enji stated, ever the voice of reason.

“There’s lifeguards!” Keigo shouted as the knowledge hit him; it was one of the things Rumi had been excited about when the party discussions started.

“Good! But I’m not wearing a swimsuit," Enji said a little more forceful than his normal speech, likely from the drinks, which Keigo found adorable.

“Me either! Let’s go change!” Keigo jumped from his seat. He couldn’t remember if anyone else left to change, or even go to the pool, all he knew was the closeness as he and Enji held each other steady while they headed out toward the lobby elevators.

“SEE!! I told you we were going the wrong way!” Keigo laughed a few minutes later as they stumbled back toward the party room after initially heading the opposite direction of the lobby.

“I was following you,” Enji laughed hard, losing his balance when leaning on the wall that was a little farther than he realized, and grabbing Keigo on his way down to the chair neither of them noticed was there, until they were sitting in it. 

Keigo burying his face in Enji’s neck as they rode out their giggles and calmed themselves.

“You should know better than that,” Keigo giggled, sitting back on Enji’s legs and taking in the view of the man of his dreams sitting below him.

“I’d follow you anywhere,” Enji said with far too much seriousness than Keigo could comprehend in that state, making him just stare at the other man for longer than was appropriate.

“IZUKU?!” A familiar sounding scream coming from inside the party, startled them; both jumping and turning toward the closed doors.

“I’m not in love with him, you idiot! I’m in love with YOU!!”

Keigo could feel the silence in his wings; heavy in the air except the sound of heavy footsteps and Dynamight banging open the door and hurrying away down the hall.

“Katsuki, wait!!” Keigo watched as Red Riot dashed quickly after him; grabbing him by the arm when he caught up.

“I love you too,” The redhead said and even from down the hall, Keigo could feel the honestly in those words. His heart melting as Riot stood on his toes to reach up and kiss the blond, who almost immediately turned and pinned him to the wall with their lips still connected.

“Isn’t that the sweetest thing?” Keigo asked, looking at Enji with tears in his eyes.

“About damn time, if you ask me,” Enji with his patented grumble, but Keigo could see the fondness in his eyes. Dynamight was one of his former interns and Shoto's best friend, Keigo knew how much Enji cared for those boys, and all of the young hero’s fighting along side them in the war; who they would have never won without.

“You ol softy,” Keigo grinned, warning himself a glare with an extremely lacking threatening aura.

“I am not! He’s been hung up on that boy for years.”

“Hmm wonder what that’s like,” Keigo mumbled though the night had been too fun to stop smiling yet.

“Do you mind? We’re having a private moment here,”Dynamight growled.

“Kats, we’re in the hall, they have every right to be here too,” Riot scolded quietly, with a blush on his cheeks. 

“Nope, you’re right! We were just leaving!” Keigo said, hopping up from Enji’s lap and pulling the larger man to his feel and toward the elevators once more.

He heard Dynamight mumble something that sounded an awful like “’bout fucking time,”

“Katsuki, be nice!” Riot hissed quietly though his unfading smile, “they’re just like us.”

“Congrats on love and all that!” Keigo yelled hanging out of the elevator before Enji pulled him in while the doors shut.

>>> END OF FLASHBACK <<< 

Keigo smiled to himself as he relived the night before. He almost wished he had been sober so that he could remember it better, but it wasn’t likely he would have been able to do anything without a little substitute for courage.

Even if he didn’t remember every detail, he was still laying in Enji’s arms in the early morning sun rays that reflected off his hair and face beautifully.

Keigo sighed contently as he watched Enji sleep, giggling to himself as the older man’s face scrunched up from the light finally hitting his eyes. Grumbling in his sleep in the most adorable way before shifting and burying his face in Keigo’s neck.

Keigo could die happy in that moment, holding Enji close and scratching his fingers lightly through his hair.

He couldn’t remember actually getting in the pool, though he’d have to concentrate a little harder to remember why.

>>> CUT TO FLASHBACK <<< 

Keigo and Enji’s rooms were on the same floor; only a few doors down from eachother, which Keigo wondered if anyone had done that on purpose. Most of their friends knew of Keigo’s crush on Enji, they were either rooting for him or wanting to see him squirm. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was both.

They got to Keigo’s room first; Enji, like a gentleman, waiting until he was in before stumbling to his own room.

Keigo had half of his belonging thrown across the room before he remembered that he didn’t pack a swim suit. He wasn’t much of a swimmer since water made his wings logy, but there was no way he could miss out on swimming with Endeavor.

Just thinking of water cascading down those glorious naked pecs made Keigo’s body pulse in anticipation.

He’d go in his underwear if he had to!

He rushed over to Enji’s room, knocking loudly on the door, unable to get in quick enough.

“I didn’t pack a swim suit!” Keigo shouted, bursting into the hotel room as soon as Enji opened the door.

Only when he was inside, did he realize that Enji was standing there in nothing but fitted boxers and all of the air kicked out of Keigo’s lungs. Endeavor may look phenomenal in his skin tight hero suit but he wasn’t even on the same playing field as the nearly naked Enji standing before him. Red hair dusting his skin and looking a bit thinner than his suit led to believe. The flame resistant material must be thicker than Keigo thought since those muscles were even more impressive underneath.

“I didn’t bring one either!” Enji exclaimed, I was undressed before I realized,” he added a little bashfully under Keigo’s gaze.

“We can go in our underwear!” Keigo suggested, feeling the wetness drip between his thighs. He needed to swim with Enji, even if just to add to his spank bank for a later time.

“They won’t let us in a public pool in our underwear, even if we are heroes,” Enji said.

“We.. Uhh…” Keigo tried wracking his brain but the ethanol and images of creamy skin and large bulges overpowered his thought process.

“I have a jacuzzi tub!” Enji said suddenly and quickly pointing behind Keigo to the large Jacuzzi tub in the corner of his hotel room.

“Yes!” Keigo cried in relief. Thanking whatever higher power was on his side that night, as he rushed over and turned it on.

“Fuyumi made me bring bath salts!” Enji said pulling them out of his bag. “I wasn’t going to but she forced me, I guess she was right!”

“When will you learn the godlike superiority of your daughter. She knows all, when she tells you to do something, you do it,” Keigo grinned while skipping over to snatch the bag out of Enji’s hands and rip it open to pour a healthy amount into the filling tub.

“I’m glad you like her so much,” Enji chuckled.

“Of course I do, I love all your kids. One of them scares me, but you love him and believe he’ll be rehabilitated, so I do too,” Keigo smiled; the words initially intended as a playful quip, turning out a bit deeper than he intended.

It was worth it with the way Enji’s eyes lingered on his.

“Thank you Keigo,” he said quietly.

“Any time! So are we getting in or what?” Keigo grinned, before pulling his shirt carefully off his wings

Keigo refused to meet the gaze that he felt burning into him as he undressed down to his boxers and hopped in the tub.

“Ohhhh, this is nice,” he said sinking down into the water after sending most of his feathers to the other side of the room.

The jets weren’t even on yet, but Keigo could stay there for hours just for the soothing hot water, and comfortable inclines.

“You getting in big guy?”

“Y-yes. I am,” Enji said, walking over and stepping into the deep tub.

“You put too much water in,” Enji mumbled; the water splashing over the edge as he sat on one end.

“Shit yeah, sorry about that, I forgot how big you are. As if I don’t think about it everyday,” Keigo chuckled.

“You think about how big I am?” Enji asked quietly; moving carefully to get comfortable without spilling anymore water.

“You say it with such remorse, like it isn’t the sexiest thing ever,” Keigo said with a playful eyeroll.

“Sexy? What’s so sexy about being so freakishly big that outside of hero work you’re just in the way, but not big enough for it to be part of your quirk,” Enji scoffed.

“You’ve had these thoughts before,” Keigo said gently. For such a great, powerful hero, the man sure had some self esteem issues. But Keigo was more than willing to help him unlearn those through time.

“Pretty much since I had a growth spurt at 17. I was short and chubby before that. My father trained me hard to make sure I wasn’t a wimp.”

“That explains a lot,” Keigo mused while Enji gave a self depreciating chuckle and nod.

“I can’t imagine you small though! I bet you were adorable” Keigo grinned while steering the conversation into a more lighthearted direction and watching Enji’s cheeks redden. “Oh well, you’re still pretty cute. Even all big and muscly.”

“I am not cute.” The older man stated firmly, only making Keigo’s grin widen.

“Fine, fine,” Keigo laughed, putting his hands up in mock defeat, “You’re not cute. Even though you totally are!” Keigo ended on a squeak as Enji splashed water at him.

“Hey!” Keigo laughed, splashing him back while both laughed loudly and continued the fight.

“They might keep your damage deposit if we get anymore water on the floor,” Keigo smiled up at Enji while leaning against his arm as they both caught their breath.

“Let them,” Enji shrugged, still smiling and looking unfairly handsome. “Thank you Keigo,” he soon added quietly.

“For what?” Keigo tilted his head in question.

“For this. For everything. For being my friend. I’m having a lot of fun tonight,” Enji looked away bashfully while speaking.

“No need to thank me big guy, you’re like my favorite person in the world, being your friend is a privilege,” he smiled as Enji’s cheeks darkened even more and the larger man looked away shyly. He was feeling a little shy himself, deciding to steer the conversation once again so he didn’t end up saying something he couldn’t come back from.

“We should have more drinks!” he exclaimed jumping to his feet in the water, only his quirk quick reflexes catching his boxers before they fell with the weight of water.

“I can get them!” Enji said, snapping his eyes away from the clinging fabric as Keigo pulled it up.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Keigo grinned, sending a few of the feathers he discarded earlier to mix drinks for them.

“That is a convenient little trick,” Enji laughed as a feather carried a glass over to him.

“Right?” Keigo grinned before leaning into Enji once more and sipping his drink, “it comes in handy.”

The little bit of sobering up they had done while situating themselves slipped away quickly as they downed a few more drinks, with a few more giggles and a lot more physical contact than Keigo had ever dreamed of. Not that he was complaining; he’d hang all over Enji every moment if the older man allowed him to. For now he’d just enjoy the moment

“Wait!” Enji shouted suddenly, twisting around quickly with a furrowed brow, “We didn’t turn the jacuzzi on!”

“You’re right!” Keigo yelled as both of them erupted into more giggles at the realization.

“I don’t know where the button is!” Enji cried out dramatically. Even inebriated, Keigo’s heart swooned at the smile on Enji’s face and matching happiness in his voice.

“I got it!” Keigo jumped up and leaned over Enji to reach the button controls on the wall behind him, grinning when the jets whirred to life.

“How’s that?” He asked, taking a step back only to find Enji oddly quiet and eyes fixated on Keigo’s waist.

“Oops,” He said, feeling himself blush as he tugged his boxers up from where they sat dangerously low on his hips.

Enji snapped out of his daze with pink cheeks and a grunt before they quickly fell back into the fun they were having.

“Enji, Enji! Sit here!” Keigo shouted over the noise of the jets, and trying to pull the large man to the other side.

“Why?” Enji asked, but followed anyway.

“Just do it!” Keigo laughed and pushed him into the spot.

“What’s so special about - - oh!”

Enji’s widened and face filled with surprise as he realized that Keigo had placed him directly in front of one of jets. His natural reaction was to jump away but Keigo managed to catch him before he could; jumping onto his lap to keep him in place.

“No! It’s good! Relax,” Keigo grinned, his hands still on Enji’s chest to hold him still. The man could throw him off easily, but with a hesitant look he relaxed his muscles and eased into it.

“It’s weird,” Enji mumbled, his cheeks turning even more pink than before.

“You’ve never done butt stuff, have you?” Keigo laughed at Enji’s shocked expression, but held eye contact until Enji conceded.

“No, I haven’t,” his voice low and embarrassed.

“You are definitely missing out then! Butt stuff is great, and this is a good way to ease into it!” Keigo began rocking in Enji’s lap to give him the full effect.

“That does feel good,” Enji murmured; his eyes closed as he rocked with Keigo.

“Told ya!” Keigo laughed, though the sound cut short in his throat when he felt Enji’s hands grip his hips.

Keigo didn’t dare breath as Enji’s hands lay still on his hips, trying not to think about how big they were; nearly spanning his entire pelvis, and making his insides yearn for touch.

Enji didn’t seem to notice the effect he had on him; his eyes closed and brows knit slightly as he concentrated on the feeling through the haze of alcohol. But Keigo didn’t care, this moment was about Enji enjoying himself; something the man rarely allowed himself to do.

So Keigo ignored his needs and hesitation and began rocking his hips along with Enji’s once more; his heart fluttering with each low groan escaping from the older man as he lost himself in the feeling.

It wasn’t until Enji pulled Keigo closer; grinding his hips down onto his own and causing them both to moan loudly, that Keigo realize what was happening. His eyes snapping open and his small wings flapping to bring him to his feet quickly.

Enji stared at him, wide eyed and confused, though only for a second before his eyes travelled slowly down Keigo’s body; fixating on his hips, where Keigo only then realized how low the water had made his boxers hang once again. He reached for them quickly, but Enji was faster, his hands reaching up to stop Keigo’s; resting on the waistband for a moment and running his thumb slowly over the tuft of blond hair.

Keigo trembled beneath the touch, holding his breath while Enji’s eyes burrowed into him. What was happening? Why was Enji looking at him like that? Did Enji want him as badly as he wanted Enji? Or was it just the alcohol? Keigo’s own head was too fuzzy to think straight himself, especially with the way Enji’s fingers began slipping beneath the fabric.

“Can I?” Enji whispered, finally looking up into Keigo’s eyes while tracing the sensitive nub between Keigo’s legs with barely there touches that made it so that he could only whimper and nod his approval. He shivered as he watched Enji slide the material down with hunger in his eyes.

“S-say something,” Keigo whispered, finally drawing Enji’s attention back to his undoubtedly blushing face.

“You’re so beautiful,” Enji said, letting his thumb graze over Keigo’s clit, protruding from beneath the dark blond hair on his mound.

“You’re drunk,” Keigo laughed between short gasps; his body aching from the touch and needing more.

“You’re beautiful when I’m sober too, I’ve just never gotten the courage to say it.”

“R-really?” Keigo stammered while Enji’s finger ran over his clit and through the slick folds. “Why n-not?”

“Because I’m a stupid old man who doesn’t deserve the affection of someone as wonderful as you.”

Keigo wanted to dispute. He wanted to yell at Enji; tell him that he deserved everyone’s affection. That he’s not the same man he used to be and has earned his place in everyone’s heart. Especially Keigo’s. But he couldn’t say any of it, his tongue tied and his brain not cooperating as he stared into Enji’s eyes; doing the only thing he could think of in that moment. Placing his hands on either side of Enji’s face, Keigo leaned down and pressed their lips together.

Enji responded immediately; wrapping his arms around Keigo’s waist and pulling him back onto his lap and deepening the kiss. All the dreaming and imagining Keigo had done of this moment over the years was nothing compared to how it actually felt. It was better than he ever thought possible, even with his underwear halfway down his thighs and water flicking up around them from the long forgotten Jacuzzi jets.

“Keigo, please. Tell me you want this,” Enji whispered between kisses, their lips brushing together with each word from the strong grip on the back of Keigo’s neck, keeping him in place. He had never liked being trapped or held down, but something about Enji holding him so firmly was invigorating; a dream come true, many in fact.

Keigo had lost count of the dreams where Enji was his, years ago; they were practically part of his evening routine at this point, only getting worse since they had started getting to know each other.

He felt the tears filling his eyes as he stared into ice blue, but in that moment, he was too happy to care. He answered in a small, trembling voice, the only way he could get the words out, “I want this. ”

Enji wasted no time, pushing Keigo back down to meet his lips. Thin arms wrapping tightly around a strong neck as they pulled each other impossibly close; Enji’s hands returning to Keigo’s hips and grinding him against his cock, while swallowing each moan and whimper from the smaller man.

“E-enji, fuck me. Please,” Keigo sobbed as the head of Enji’s cock hooked on his rim again and again. Teasing him to no end as the wet fabric covering it kept stopping him from slipping inside.

“Not here,” Enji said sternly while kissing down Keigo’s neck.

“Why?” Keigo didn’t even try to cover the childish whine that left his lips. He was so close to getting everything he had ever wanted, why was Enji’s taking it from him?

“I can’t prepare you properly like this,” Enji responded with a sharp nip to his collarbone.

“I’m ready!” he insisted, reaching down to pull Enji’s underwear away and free Enji’s cock.

“I will not hurt you, boy,” Enji glared at him, the tone in his voice sending a new wave of arousal shooting directly to Keigo’s pussy.

“You won’t Enji, I promise,” Keigo whimpered, while grinding himself against the freed cock.

He was sure he saw Enji’s nostrils flare at the name. If he wasn’t so desperate, he would have gone farther with it, but he’d have to explore that another time if ever given the chance. And fuck, did he wish he’d get another chance.

Before Keigo knew what was happening, Enji was stepping out of the bath with him still in his arms. Securing his legs around Enji’s waist, and sending feathers to deal with the forgotten jacuzzi tub as Enji tossed him on the bed with a bounce and pulling off Keigo’s boxer that still sat uncomfortably at mid thigh.

“So beautiful,” Enji whispered, staring for a long moment as he pushed off his own underwear.

“W-what are you waiting for?” Keigo tried to sound seductive as he spread his legs open in Enji’s gaze, though he knew it came out more desperate and weak. Even if it didn’t come out as planned it worked just as well, since Enji practically attacked him; climbing over his much smaller body and trailing kisses through every reachable inch.

Keigo screamed when Enji’s flattened tongue swiped through his folds; firm enough to make Keigo’s body tremble but slow enough to drive him mad.

“Enji, please,” he whimpered, tangling his fingers in Enji’s hair and rocking his hips against his face; trying to get Enji’s tongue on his clit. Though Enji was stronger and only let out a breathy chuckle as his tongue worked meticulously over every other part of his vulva.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Keigo whined, earning himself another laugh from the older man between his legs.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so cute,” Enji smiled, reaching up to kiss the pout on Keigo’s lips; smearing his face with his own juices and making him moan loudly. Never in his wildest daydreams did he ever taste himself on Enji’s lips... how was this even happening? How had he gotten this lucky? This was not the time to dwell on it though, not with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen on Enji’s face being directed at him.

“Oh now you think I’m cute,” Keigo mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away childishly while Enji rested his chin on Keigo’s arms and grinned up at him.

“I always think you’re cute,” Enji chuckled again as Keigo turned backed quickly in surprise and losing himself in the icy depths of Enji’s eyes, searching for the joke but finding nothing but sincerity in his hazy eyes.

“That’s not fair...”

“What’s not fair?” Enji reached up to tuck a loose hair behind Keigo’s ear.

“You thinking I’m cute... you being so nice to me... you’re getting my hopes up...” Keigo didn’t try to sound meek and needy when mumbling the last part, but knew he did anyway.

He knew he was killing the mood but the alcohol was inhibiting his ability to stop himself. He had been trying so hard to go with it, to just enjoy the physical act of their time together.

Tomorrow, everything would go back to normal, and Keigo would continue to keep his feelings hidden, that is, if he didn’t ruin everything first with his big mouth.

But Enji acting the way Keigo had always wished he would, was throwing him. No matter how hard he yelled at himself there was part of his brain that kept telling him that maybe Enji did feel something for him. Maybe his love wasn’t as one sided as he always thought... though that thought was much too dangerous to have at this moment. It was something best left to sober Keigo on another day, while present Keigo just enjoys the moment… as long as he didn’t ruin it. But the words tumbling from his mouth couldn’t be stopped.

“You should be annoyed with me. Yell at me, roll your eyes, call me insufferable. Stop making me feel like my dreams are coming true,” he whispered, dropping his gaze once more; unable to handle the intensity in Enji’s eyes.

‘’I’m sorry,” Enji said softly, running the back of his finger against Keigo’s cheek, “I shouldn’t treat you that way, especially when it’s not at all how I feel about you.”

“How do you feel about me?” Keigo asked, leaning into the touch.

“I don’t know,” Enji said quietly, “But I know that I can’t stop thinking about you...”

“Really?” Keigo gasped quietly

“I also know that you’re beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You make me laugh, even if I’m too stubborn to allow myself. I hide behind irritation because I’m afraid of what I feel for you,” Enji whispered, “and I think I’m too drunk for this conversation.”

“Me too,” Keigo laughed, “Will you tell me tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Enji smiled as he pulled him into a heated kiss, “and every day after, if you’ll let me.”

“Enjiiii,” Keigo whined as his cheeks flamed and heart pounced, “if I’m dreaming again, I’m gonna be super pissed.”

“As am I,” Enji grinned, pulling him in once more to continue where they had left off before deviating to feelings.

Enji kissed his way down Keigo’s neck, running his warm hands over his body; making his back arch with a harsh pinch to his nipple. Whatever arousal had died down during their impromptu conversation, had returned full force, making his cunt pulse in needy anticipation. He trembled with every trailing kiss; whimpering as Enji got closer to his destination

The buildup was too much; he screamed as soon as Enji’s lips closed around his engorged clit, his body knew it was coming but still surprised by the onslaught of pleasure that he had been begging for all evening. He felt slick gushing out of him as his pussy pulsed with his first orgasm of the night.

“Feeling good little bird?” Enji snickered, catching Keigo’s eye as his body finally relaxed.

“Yes,” Keigo sobbed, “please, I need it.”

“Desperate hmm?”

“Yes. Fuck Enji, please, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Don’t worry Keigo, I’ve got you,” Enji said before diving back in; this time with fingers tracing his slick entrance along with the expert movements of his tongue.

Keigo was sobbing before Enji was finished. Another orgasm ripping through him when Enji’s fingers entered him; stretching him and curling just right as he leaned up over him to steal another kiss.

“Are you ready?” Enji whispered against Keigo’s lips; removing his fingers and lining himself up with Keigo’s hole. Keigo just nodded, tears blurring his vision; falling when he squeezed his eyes shut while Enji slow sunk in. The stretch burning, but only in the best possible way.

It was that moment that he was ruined for anyone else, whether he could be like this with Enji again or not. Though after the partial conversation they had had moments ago, he felt optimistic.

The optimism bleeding into anticipation of having Enji like this; inside of him, holding him so gently as he stretched his insides and filled him so perfectly, again and again.

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe he should just enjoy the moment as it was happening, it was just hard to reel yourself in when your dreams were coming true.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” Enji asked, quickly halting his movements when he finally bottomed out and opened his eyes; reaching a hand Io to wipe away the tears slipping down Keigo’s cheeks.

Keigo opened his eyes to find Enji’s staring back with deep concern, “I’m perfect,” He smiled.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so happy,” he sobbed with fresh tears filling his vision.

“I’m happy too,” Enji smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Keigo’s forehead, then the tip of his nose, eliciting a giggle from the wing hero, only to silence it with another capture of his lips.

“Move,” Keigo breathed, tightening his arms around Enji’s neck as the larger man buried his nose in the crease of Keigo’s shoulder.

Keigo let out little gasps and moans as Enji’s began rocking his hips; pressing deeper inside than he ever thought possible and dragging against his walls at an agonizingly slow pace that Keigo couldn’t decide if he loved or hated it.

Though who was he kidding, he loved every maddening second of it.

Even after their talk, Keigo knew not to get his hopes up. Even if Enji had admitted to having some feelings for him, he was drunk. They both were. He couldn’t count on those feelings being real until told with full consciousness. For now, he should just enjoy what he was given and keep that memory locked into his mind to relive whenever he wanted for the rest of his life.

It was a simple concept. Straightforward and understood. But with Enji’s words lingering in his memory along with the way Enji was looking at him with pure affection in his eyes and keeping such gentleness in his touch… could he actually want this? Could the drunken confession be true? Keigo still knew what he wanted, no matter how much he drank; perhaps Enji did too?

Keigo felt his heart speed at the thought; looking up into Enji’s eyes for some sort of answer. He didn’t get one, but he did get an adorable sexy smirk and a hard thrust that made his eyes cross and back arch into the overwhelming pleasure.

“You make the most wonderful noises,” Enji said breathlessly as he continued thrusting his hips into Keigo; eyes locked together.

“Because you give me no choice,” Keigo moaned as Enji hit every sensitive part of Keigo’s insides with each thrust, “You make me feel so good.”

“Because you’re exquisite,” Enji responded, leaning in to kiss him; nearly folding him in half to do so. Enji swallowed each whimper that left Keigo’s throat as he kissed him deeply, still thrusting at the new angle.

“En-Enji,” Keigo’s words muffled by the older man’s mouth that now trailed down his jaw, “I’m cu- I’M CUMMING!!” he screamed.

His vision went white while his arms tightened around Enji’s neck and his slick squirted out from around Enji’s cock, that had yet to even slow its pace; slamming into him at a brutal rate that wouldn’t allow him to ride out the orgasm as it faded, but letting it continue into multiples until Keigo’s throat was raw from screaming.

Only then did Enji’s hips stutter inside of him; gooey warmth filling up Keigo’s insides as Enji came. Slowly rocking through the waning intensity; leaving Keigo’s pussy pulsing pleasantly around the softening cock.

“How are you little bird? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Enji asked quietly as he lay down beside him, trying to catch his breath.

“Not even close. That was the best sex of my life,” Keigo said, wincing a little as he shifted to face him and seeing worry filling his eyes.

“Good pain I promise,” Keigo smiled, hoping to assuage his concerns. Enji looked at him for a moment longer before rolling his eyes with a smirk and throwing an arm over Keigo’s waist to pull him closer, (while minding his wings which made Keigo’s heart race even harder than from the action alone.

“Go to sleep Keigo, I’ll clean us up when I catch my breath,” Enji kissed the top of his head.

Keigo was going to protest, since his feathers could grab whatever was needed anyway, but the tenderness of Enji in that moment was more than he could bear, so he settled into the large man’s arms and slowly drifted off with a smile on his face.

>>> END OF FLASHBACK <<< 

Keigo felt the blood rushing to his pussy at the mere memory of the night before. Reliving those intimate moments he never thought he’d ever have with Enji; picturing the intense gaze of his eyes, staring straight into his soul.

Even the fact that there was no stickiness between his legs, aside from what had gathered in the last few moments, made his heart flutter. The thought of Enji cleaning him up while he slept was too much to handle and his cheeks hurt from the wide grin that refused to leave his face.

He looked up at Enji’s sleeping face, while keeping himself tucked securely into his side. He felt so right in his arms, just like he always knew he would; letting his mind wander back to the talk they left unfinished.

Would Enji remember his words when he woke up? Would he still feel what he had the night before? Would he still want him?

Keigo prayed he would. He wasn’t sure if he’d make it through the heartbreak if he didn’t. Not now that he’s gotten so close… now that he knows what it’s like to be held in his arms, with the most wonderful ache between his legs.

How could he ever go back to the way things were, now that he had gotten a taste of everything he’d ever wanted?

Keigo would deal with that later, right now he would just enjoy the moment while it lasted and watch Enji sleep.

The man was so handsome, with his straight nose, strong chin, full lips; Keigo could barely stand it and had no idea how the man couldn’t see it himself.

Keigo mindlessly played with the red tuft of hair between Enjs pecs; running his fingers through it and tracing its trail down Enji’s abs.

He smiled at the hitch in Enji’s breath from his touch, watching his eyebrows knit together as he grumbled in his sleep from the teasing touch.

“How are you so cute?” Keigo laughed quietly before tucking his head beneath Enji’s chin.

Enji grumbled again, though this time tightening his grip on Keigo and burying his nose in the unruly blond hair with an affectionate mumble of Keigo’s name.

Keigo could have cried from happiness. Maybe it was okay to let his hopes up after all; if Enji was saying his name in his sleep, then maybe he did feel those things for him. Maybe this was the start of something great.

He could hear when Enji was finally coming to; the faint changes in his breathing and heartbeat vibrating against his feathers and a deep inhale against his hair. Finished off with a content sigh that made Keigo’s heart race.

This was it... the moment of truth.

Keigo watched Enji’s face as he woke up and stifling his giggles at the sheer adorableness of this forty-seven year old man. He smiled when Enji’s eyes opened a crack before closing again with a groan and tightened his hold on Keigo, into his chest, as if he were a favoured plush doll.

“How are you this cute?” Keigo laughed.

“Not cute,” Enji grumbled, burying his nose in Keigo’s neck.

“Sorry, but I disagree,” Keigo laughed again, kissing Enji’s head; running his fingers through his hair as his earlier worries faded away.

At least until Enji jumped out of his arms. Scrambling to the far side of the bed with wide startled eyes.

“Keigo! W-wha.. You... what are you doing here?” Enji asked with such panic in his voice that it made Keigo’s heart drop.

“You... don’t remember?” Keigo whispered, almost too quiet to hear.

“Remember? No... I... I thought I was dreaming again,” Enji said, running his hands over his face; his expression clearly showing that he was running through the events of the night before in his head, just as Keigo had.

Though he wasn’t nearly as happy about it as Keigo had been.

“We were drunk…” Keigo offered meekly, fighting back tears. Sure he had hoped for a positive reaction, but never fully expected one, but this was worse than he had imagined.

Enji seemed revolted by him…

“Yes, we came up to use the Jacuzzi,” Enji said, his tone more of a question as he recalled the events. “I remember laughing… a lot…”

“Yeah, we had a pretty good time, I think… I thought… the details are a little fuzzy for me too,” Keigo said truthfully, he’d have to wrack his brain later to put the rest together. Especially now that he was sure it was a one time thing that would live only in his hazy memories.

“You were drunk too?” Enji asked, finally looking at Keigo with an unreadable look in his eyes. The smaller man could only nod a yes in response; biting his lip to keep it from trembling as his vision blurred with tears.

“Oh fuck, this is bad,” Enji dropped his face into his hands and fisting his fingers in his hair, “I knew I shouldn’t have come here. This was a mistake! I knew I couldn’t control myself and now… I thought I was getting better… I’ve been working so hard to fix things and the second I let my guard down…”

“Enji, it’s not that big a deal, okay?” Keigo hoped his tone didn’t reveal his shattered heart , though he couldn’t hide the sniffles any longer as he added, “these things happen.”

“It is a big deal!” Enji shouted, making Keigo shrink down into himself and hide in the mass of pillows and blankets.

Enji had never been this mad at him before. Was he really so undesirable that Enji couldn’t even stand the thought of hooking up with him? Had everything he said the night before been a lie?

He had seemed so sincere when he told Keigo how he felt, but it must have just been the alcohol talking, because there seemed to not even be a hint of those feelings left behind.

“Keigo, I am so sorry,” Enji whispers when he finally notices his tears. “I’m sorry I hurt you… the only one who believed in me this whole time and I… I’m so sorry,” Enji choked on a quiet sob, “I know it doesn’t change anything but I promise, I didn’t mean to force you. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Force me?” Keigo asked, staring in disbelief. How could Enji possibly think he hadn’t been completely into it? It was everything he ever wanted! Almost everything anyway. Everything included Enji being happy to see him the next morning.

“Isn’t that why you’re crying?” Enji softly asked; reaching a hand out to lay on Keigo’s shoulder as a soothing gesture, but withdrawing quickly. As if he was afraid to touch him, which made Keigo cry even harder while shaking his head in a silent ‘no’.

“Then why?” Enji whispered.

“I didn’t know you’d hate it so much...”

“Hate it? Hate what? Sleeping with you? “ Enji asked with bewilderment his tone matching the confusion in his eyes; staring at the younger man until he shrugged and nodded shyly.

“Keigo, why are you worried about if I liked it or not, when I did something so horrendous to you? I haven’t even asked if you’re okay! Are you? Do you need to see a doctor? Please, let me take you. I’m sure you don’t want anything to do with me after this, and that’s fine, but please, let me make sure you’re okay. My Doctor is discrete, no one has to know. Unless you want them to. It’s what I deserve.”

“ENJI!!” Keigo shouted; with a mixture of shock and need to interrupt Enji’s depreciative rambling, “You didn’t fucking rape me! You were drunk, I was drunk, we had sex. I don’t remember every detail but I know without a doubt that I wanted it!”

“Did you? You looked so scared… I didn’t realize it at the time, but now it’s all I can see,” Enji dropped his face in his hands again, “You were crying. You could barley speak… And then I coerced you to tell me it’s what you wanted… you were clearly hurt,” he continued as if speaking them as the memories came back; the anguish clear in his voice, “and I… I’m sorry.”

“Coerced?! No, Enji, you’ve got it all wrong! It was what I wanted, It’s what I’ve always wanted! Yeah maybe I was scared last night but it wasn’t of you. I was afraid because my dreams were coming true and I didn’t know how to handle it. I’ve loved you my whole life… I’ve been in love with you since the first time we fought together,” Keigo’s explained, no longer able to hold the tears back as they streamed down his face.

“Last night was the best night of my life, and even if I was too drunk to fully remember or think it through, it’s a memory I will cherish for the rest of my life. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that it wasn’t what you wanted and if you never want to see me outside of hero work again, that’s okay… it was worth having a few hours with you...”

“You wanted it?” Enji whispered; a note of disbelief held in his voice.

“I did,” Keigo nodded, refusing to look Enji in the eye as he spoke, “and I’m sorry that you didn—”

His words were cut short by Enji grabbing him and pulling him in for an unexpected and bruising kiss. After a quick moment of shock, Keigo’s eyes fluttered shut and hands reaching up to hold Enji’s face as he melted into the kiss.

“I wanted it too,” Enji breathed against Keigo’s lips while reluctantly breaking for air.

“R-really?” Keigo stammered; his eyes still closed as he once again feared he was in a cruelly vivid dream. How else could he explain the lingering tingles on his lips, of a kiss he never thought he’d get.

“Yes, I just never thought you did,” Enji said softly, reaching up to hold the side of Keigo’s face in his palm, and using his thumb to gently wipe away the drying tears as the smaller man slowly opened his eyes to meet his icy gaze.

“Enji, I’ve been flirting with you since we met…”

“I didn’t think you were serious; you flirt with a lot of people!” Enji said bashfully, though the words did sting a little. Sure, he had always been friendly and did playfully flirt with people sometimes if he felt comfortable enough, or was working to get information out of them. But he was never serious and tried his best not to lead anyone on; he never considered that it might be leading Enji on, in the wrong direction.

“Do I?” Keigo quietly asked.

“No, no! I don’t mean it in a bad way!” Enji said quickly, “You can flirt with whoever you want! There’s nothing wrong with it, and it’s not like I ever witnessed anything excessive, I was just jealous of them getting your attention… you’re so beautiful and charming… you could have anyone you wanted, how could I ever allow myself to believe that I could be that person?” the last of his words coming out as a mumble with a blush spreading over his face in the most adorable way.

“Because you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted…” Keigo whispered with such raw sincerity, his heart ached as he watched a smile slowly spread over Enji’s handsome face.

“And last night?” Enji asked, taking Keigo’s hand in his and lifting it to his grinning lips; no longer panicked or upset. There was even an air of confidence that Keigo had only ever seen from him during hero work.

“It was everything I’ve ever wanted,” Keigo whispered shyly. He had wanted to sound cool and confident, the way he was normally able to fake without issue, but the hungry look in Enji’s eyes made him tremble. His cheeks burned and heart raced, but he refused to break Enji’s gaze; not when he was looking at him like that. “And I don’t think I could ever stop wanting it.”

“Don’t temp me, boy,” Enji growled playfully.

“Why, what will happen?” Keigo grinned, before Enji’s hand found the back of his neck and pulled him into another deep kiss. Keigo let out a soft squeak before melting into it; he would never get used to Enji kissing him like that, nor did he want to.

“I might keep you,” Enji whispered when they broke for air, still so close his lips brushed over Keigo’s as he spoke.

“So, keep me,” Keigo whispered back, sliding his hands up over Enji’s chest and around his neck, “I’ve always been yours,” he added before pressing their lips together once more.

“You’re crying again,” Enji said, pulling away and wiping the tears from Keigo’s cheek with his thumb, the tenderness palpable in his eyes.

“I can’t help it, I’m so happy,” Keigo smiled.

“Are you going to cry every time I kiss you?” Enji mused; his finger still running softly over Keigo’s cheek.

“Maybe, will that be a problem?”

“I’ll stock up on tissues,” Enji grinned, pulling him in again.

“You old softy,” Keigo giggled between kisses.

“Don’t spread that around,” Enji murmured against Keigo’s ear, making him squirm from the tickles.

“What, you don’t want anyone to know that the big scary Endeavor is actually very sweet?”

“No, that’s just for you,” Enji hummed, while kissing his way down Keigo’s neck.

“Just for me,” Keigo whispered, unable to fight the large grin stretching his lips, “I like the sound of that.”

“Me too,” Enji smiled, pushing him down on the bed to hover over him, and pushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear, “You’re so beautiful Keigo, you know that, don’t you?”

“I’ve been told a few times, but I might start believing it, now that it’s coming from you,” Keigo nuzzled into Enji’s hand.

“Good,” Enji stared at Keigo with a burning intensity that made Keigo tremble; and he was addicted to it already.

“I learned something last night that I’ve been curious about,” Enji said while his finger traced the black markings on Keigo’s eyes. “These are real.”

“Oh,” Keigo blushed, “yeah, most people think they’re makeup... I usually don’t correct them,” He was a little self conscious about his eye markings’ especially after the teasing and insults he had gotten through his childhood for being ‘less than human’.

“I think it makes you even more beautiful,” Enji smiled; his fingers moving to run over Keigo’s bushy eyebrows, then slowly down his nose, and over his lips. “Though, I won’t lie, I was a little disappointed.”

“O-oh?” Keigo stammered, confused by the words paired with Enji’s growing smile.

“Yes, I thought your makeup would streak while you fell apart beneath my touch,” he said with low growl that wiped away Keigo’s worries, turning them into a devious smirk.

“Well maybe I run to the store before our next date.”

“Alright, but in the meantime...” Enji said, pinching Keigo’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to tip his face up, “How about we practice that falling apart bit, hmm?”

Keigo moaned as Enji kissed him, his body trembling at the promise in his words. He still didn’t fully remember the details of the night before, but he knew it was the best night of his life so far and was more than ready to experience it sober.

Though he had some other ideas as he broke the kiss and pushed Enji back, smiling at the adorable confused look on the older man’s face. “What about a little preview? You just gotta imagine I’m wearing eyeliner.”

Enji’s eyes widened as he stopped resisting the movement and allowed Keigo to push him onto his back before straddling his waist and trailing kissing down his neck and chest, like he had always fantasized, except far better than he could have ever imagined. 

“I still feel like I’m dreaming,” Keigo chuckled as he gripped the sheet, ready to expose the treasure beneath.

“Me too,” Enji breathed.

“I better not wake up from this,” Keigo hummed as his fingers skimmed over the cloth of the sheet beginning to tent over Enji’s hips.

“If you do, come find me. I want this as much as you do.”

“Fuck, that was smooth. It’s too early for me to propose, isn’t it?” Keigo bit his lip playfully.

“Yes,” Enji’s voice was stern but his eyes shined with amusement.

“Worth a shot,” Keigo shrugged and went back to his initial goal; pulling the sheet away slowly, until the largest cock he had ever seen sprang up in its freedom, only to bob against Enji’s stomach; too heavy to hold itself up, and smearing precum on his skin. It was bigger than Keigo remembered, how had he even gotten that thing inside of him?”

“Slowly and with lots of preparation,” Enji responded to the question Keigo hadn’t realized he said out loud; the answer making him blush while also swelling with pride. It didn’t matter how petite he was, he always knew he could take Endeavor’s dick if he got the chance.

Now it was time to see how far he could take it down his throat; starting with a long, slow lick from base to tip, resulting in the filthiest moan he had ever heard coming from the man below him.

“You’re good at that,” Enji whispered; a hint of embarrassment in his voice that just made Keigo smile and keep going. Swirling his tongue around the head, lapping up the fluid leaking from the tip as though he was starved; using his hands to cover what his mouth couldn’t yet reach.

Enji’s back arched suddenly when Keigo took him down his throat. He couldn’t quite get to the base, he wasn’t sure if he even got half, but he’d work on that later. He just wanted to make Enji feel good for now, and by the tight grip of fingers fisted in his hair, he was doing well.

He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue, and reaching a little farther with each descent. The noises falling from Enji’s lips, like music to his ears.

He lost himself in it; the sounds, the pull of his hair, the fullness of his throat. His pace quickened with the pace of Enji’s breath and the filthy moans he let out. Looking up at Enji with tears streaming down his face.

Until he was ripped away from the fingers in his hair harshly pulling him up.

“S-sorry,” Enji said breathlessly, “I was about to cum.”

“Why didn’t you?” Keigo whined.

“Because I want you to fall apart on my cock first,” Enji growled, pulling him in by the hair for a heated kiss.

“Fuck, Enji. I’m ready, please,” Keigo was babbling, he knew that, he just couldn’t help himself. He would get down on his knees and beg this man to fuck him if he had to.

Luckily, Enji didn’t need any persuading in the matter; running his hands down Keigo’s body and plunging two fingers into him, eliciting the most sinful moan from the winged hero.

“You got this wet just from sucking my cock?” Enji hummed, curling his fingers inside and making him tremble with need.

“Yes, Enji, I need you,” Keigo sobbed quietly, grinding into his touch and uncaring how pathetic he sounded; knowing he was safe to do so with Enji.

“I have to prepare you little bird, I will not hurt you.”

“You won’t! You prepared me so well last night, I’m still ready for you. I’m aching for you, please Enji. Before I lose my mind,” Keigo cried, pressing light kisses over Enji’s face, wherever he could reach.

“If you want it so bad, take it,” Enji whispered into his ear with a light nip to his earlobe, that almost made him cum on the spot.

He looked up at him with wide eyes, shivers running through him from the playful smirk on his face.

With a nod, Keigo backed himself up until he was straddling Enji’s massive thighs and staring at his proportionally matching cock.

It only took a moment of coaxing before lifting himself up and lining the head with his aching and dropping hole.

“Take your time Keigo,” Enji said gently, running his hands over Keigo’s tiny waist. He must have mistaken Keigo’s trembling for nervousness rather than the excitement he felt. (okay maybe he was a little nervous, but it was definitely mostly excitement.)

They groaned in unison when Keigo sunk down on the tip; Enji’s hands tightening to a bruising grip on Keigo’s waist. Though he wouldn’t dare mention it for fear that Enji would stop.

He kept lowering himself slowly; the stretch almost too much for him, even after the previous night of similar activities. He didn’t care, he needed this cock inside of him now.

“How are you so tight?” Enji groaned.

“Because you’re huge!” Keigo exclaimed with a breathless chuckle, as he kept going. Thankful that Enji didn’t dare move while he was working his way down; a strong feat if his facial expression had anything to say about it.

Enji shut his eyes tight as Keigo finally reached the end; sitting flush against Enji’s hips, with the entirety of his cock filling him up so perfectly.

“Enji, I can feel you from here,” Keigo whispered, pressing his hands to his lower stomach where it bulged unnaturally. Enji’s eyes popping open as he felt the touch from inside.

“Fuck,” he moaned, sitting up quickly and crashing his lips into Keigo’s; the sudden movement making the smaller man whimper and begin grinding in his lap.

“K-Keigo… you feel so good… I don’t know if I can last…”

“I don’t think I can either,” Keigo replied with another whimper. He couldn’t stop them from escaping his throat; each movement of his hips pressing Enji’s cock into sensitive areas he didn’t know he had; hitting everyone of them at once as he filled him so perfectly.

Keigo lifted himself up with a gasp; Enji’s cock scraping through his walls with the movement, before dropping himself down again.

Enji’s hands let go of Keigo’s waist to roam over his body; down his thighs, through his hair, over his chest, as their mouths moved together.

They were so warm, they felt so good on Keigo’s skin. He felt so comfortable and safe as his insides rearranged with his slow movements.

Keigo moaned when a nipple was pinched; Enji greedily swallowing the noises like a man starved.

“En-enji… I can’t…” Keigo cried, his trembling legs giving away beneath him, the pleasure too much for them to hold.

“Don’t worry little bird, I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Enji whispered, his voice dripping with arousal between leaving bruising kisses on his neck.

Keigo squeaked when Enji flipped them; giggling as he found himself on his back, looking up at the gorgeous older man above him. An image he had only ever dreamed of. His heart was beating so fast he could barely breath.

Even knowing he had been in this position the night before, it felt different. The way Enji was looking at him... with pure adoration and a gentleness he could feel. He was in love with this man. He had been for years, but it was like it was hitting him for the first time all over again; only this time in the light that Enji might feel something for him too.

The thought of that, along with Enji’s rocking inside of him; filling him up so overwhelmingly perfect, had him tipping over the edge. His pussy pulsing around Enji’s cock, spraying slick around it with each thrust, and Keigo screaming through his orgasm. He was probably crying again; he couldn’t seem to keep the tears in throughout the entire experience, but how could he possibly care in this position? He could barely even think.

“Feeling good?” Enji chuckled.

“I-I can’t stop cumming,” Keigo sobbed, “Fuck, Enji... harder! Cum with me.”

The last whine was all Enji needed to quicken his pace; chasing his own pleasure by abusing Keigo’s cunt. Slamming into him until he tipped over an edge he’s never reached before. He couldn’t think beyond the pleasure, wouldn’t even know his own name if someone asked him; but what did he need a name for when Enji was making him feel so good. Giving him the best experience of his life; just as he always knew it would be if ever given the chance.

Enji came with a grunt; his body stilling for a moment as he spilled inside, only to start a slow grind milking himself dry while forcing one more orgasm out of the deliriously happy smaller man.

“Are you alright?” Enji whispered through laboured breath as he collapsed on the bed beside Keigo and pulling him into his chest.

“Yes,” Keigo exhaled, “I may never walk again, but I am perfect,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away,” Enji chuckled, “You just looked so stunning like that, I couldn’t help but keep you that way as long as possible.”

“Will you do it again?” Keigo asked, snuggling into his chest.

“Right now? Keigo, I’m an old man, I need more time than that,” Enji smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Absolutely not, I don’t think I could do it yet either, it had nothing to do with age. Though that was very impressive for such an ‘old man’ as you say,” Keigo laughed before looking up at him with a fresh wave of shyness, “I mean again, another time...”

“Keigo, I will do that for as long as you’ll let me. I don’t want to live another day without you in my arms, at least... if that’s something you want?”

“Enji, I meant what I said earlier. I’ve been in love with you since we first started working together,” Keigo insisted, cupping his face and looking deep into his eyes; hoping Enji could see his sincerity.

“Isn’t that just hero worship?” Enji whispered, his self worth issues leaking out.

“Did you notice how I said since we started working together?” Keigo asked gently, running fingers through Enji’s tousled hair. The older man nodding before Keigo continued. “I said it like that because there was a big difference between the love I had for you my whole life, and the love I developed when I got to know you. When I realized you weren’t the perfect man I had always imagined, but that you had faults, that you’ve made mistakes. And most importantly that you realized this and have been working so hard to fix it. I’m so proud of you Enji, and so completely and hopelessly in love with you. It's okay if you don’t feel the same way, but if you feel anything at all...”

“I love you too,” Enji interrupted, “I’ve been fighting it, because I didn’t think it was appropriate, or that you could possibly return those feelings.”

“You’re such a dummy,” Keigo grinned, pulling him in for a kiss; not their first kiss, but the first one with all feelings out in the open. And the first of the rest of their lives together.

They only parted, albeit reluctantly, for checkout. Cleaning up the room and grabbing Keigo’s things from his forgotten room and heading down to the lobby, hand in hand.

They received some looks; including a nod from Jeanist, and a thumbs up and grin from Rumi. He expected Enji to let go, but even with the blush on his face, he tightened his grip and kept going. Keigo just smiled and squeezed back; resting his head on Enji’s arm as they waited in line, and catching the eye of a couple in the other line.

He lifted his free hand in a small wave and smiled at Red Riot; the young hero linking arms with Dynamight and leaning on his shoulder. He returned the wave with a shiny shark tooth smile, while the blond looked over with a glare that didn’t at all hide his blush, or the little squeeze he gave his new boyfriend.

It was a good weekend for love