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"Settle down, boy," Enji rasps and pulls at Hawks' wing.
His breath stutters out of him, his eyes roll back. Fuck, he's pretty sure he's drooling. Enji's pushing all sorts of buttons.
Any other time Hawks would've quipped a cheeky "Or what, Daddy?" and shook his tail feathers enticingly but Enji's firm grip at the base of his wing is turning his brain into mush.
Enji follows it with a sudden deep thrust that quakes through Hawks' body. His hands fist into the sheets before he lets out a long sigh and sinks bonelessly into the mattress.
"Nughh," Hawks moans, intelligently. His wing shivers in Enji's grip.
"There we go, little bird," Enji murmurs and pets down Hawks' flank.
Hawks lets out an animal sound, halfway between a chirp and a purr, that he might've been embarrassed about if he was aware enough. But he's with Enji, who rewards him with a slow, dirty grind that pulls a pleased trill out of Hawks throat.
He feels warm and soft and safe. Cared for. Being with Enji makes him want to stop hiding his nature, makes him want to learn all his traits and instincts with him. It's dangerous how free Enji makes him feel. Free as a bird — floating in the sky, higher and higher.
Higher and higher, just like Enji's pushing Hawks towards the peak. Every thrust of his hips has purpose behind it. He's grinding against Hawks' prostate with practiced precision, just the way Enji knows will drive him mad. Hawks’ breaths come out as desperate pants, his cock is leaking out a mess between his stomach and the sheets, but they both know he can't cum like this.
Hawks tries to lift his hips to slip his hand beneath him, but his body feels like lead and he's not sure he could lift himself up even if he could use his wings. Before he can come up with another plan Enji intercepts his wandering hand and pulls it behind his back.
Hawks lets out a (hopefully) heart wrenching whine.
But no, Enji doesn't let up.
Instead he picks up the pace, making Hawks choke. Still, he can't cum like this. He's so close he feels like crying. He might actually already be crying. Hawks tries to communicate it but he's not sure if whatever he mumbles out even counts as words.
"Come on," Enji growls and pulls one of Hawks' wings out of the way so he can lean close and mouth at his shoulder. "Cum for me, boy," he demands, hot breath brushing Hawks' ear and oh. Oh, that sure does him in.
Hawks screams soundlessly - or maybe he’s cumming so hard his senses simply fail him. He feels like he might’ve shivered out of his body if Enji wasn't blanketing him. He might even black out.
He does.
He comes to as Enji's wiping him with a warm washcloth. Hawks lets out a whine as Enji spreads his cheeks, one palm perfectly covering his buttock. He's never getting over how big this man is, unf. Enji shushes him and presses a kiss on the small of his back, right next to where his tail feathers really start to puff out. Hawks hides his face and lets Enji take care of him. This part always feels the most mortifying. The most intimate. Hawks revels in it.
"Turn around," Enji murmurs and pats Hawks' hip. Hawks tries his best but in the end he finds himself on his back more so because of Enji's manhandling than any conscious effort from his part. Enji looks soft in the low, warm light of the bedroom. Once again Hawks thinks about how privileged he is, being able to see the Number One like this.
"Hi," Hawks whispers, voice rough.
"Hi yourself," Enji smiles and continues cleaning him up, wiping down his tummy, over his soft cock. Hawks squirms. He couldn't even think about round two if he wanted, Enji wrung him out so good.
"How are you feeling?" Enji finally asks, throwing the washcloth in the general direction of the en suite door. Hawks is proud, they've come so far. When they had just gotten together Enji never would've done something so messy.
Speaking of... Hawks stretches and groans, smiles at Enji as he pets at Hawks' stomach.
"Mm-hmm," Hawks hums in lieu of an answer.
"Mm-hmm?" Enji asks, amused.
"Mm-hmm," Hawks repeats, nodding. He grins at Enji and makes grabby hands to get him to lie down next to him. "C'mere."
Enji shakes his head fondly at his antics, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. Still, he climbs on the bed and pulls Hawks into his side. Hawks settles down there, throws his arm around Enji as much as he can, hikes his leg up over his thigh, and sighs.
"Love you, big guy," Hawks murmurs softly, pressing a kiss on his pec. A peck on his pec, heh.
For a long while they're lying still in silence, breathing each other in. Hawks isn't really waiting for an answer; that was the first thing they established after Hawks blurted it out for the first time. Sometimes he won't hear it back and other times Enji takes his time before he's ready to utter out a quiet "Me, too", but it doesn't make his feelings any less real. Doesn't stop Hawks from saying it on repeat, after every little thing, either.
This time however, just as Hawks is about to fall asleep. Enji inhales deeply, sighs it out and pets between Hawks' wings, other hand squeezing his thigh — grounding him, grounding them both.
And then: "I love you, too, baby bird."