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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 5 months ago

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Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part One 💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Endeavor x Hawks! 🔥🦅

Note: Smut alert!!! Strictly A18+ ONLY!

Genre: Smut

CW: MDNI!, spicy scenes, sexual tension, semi-public sex, domination, degradation kink, hand job, oral sex (giving + receiving), fingering

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It’s been another long day on patrol.

The past 12 hours have been spent relentlessly chasing down villains and various wrong-doers across the city. Enji is absolutely exhausted. In one day alone he has used 14 flash fire fists. He’s getting older, and it’s not as easy to pull out repetitive Ultimate Moves as it used to be. His whole body is aching – particularly his wrists and fists which have taken the brunt of battle.

He cracks his neck as he walks through his buzzing agency. He’s bone tired, and in desperate need of a massage. He wishes desperately for home – for the big California king bed in his bedroom at the Todoroki estate. Unfortunately, it’s late and he has a slew of meetings scheduled for the following morning. His crash pad at the agency will have to suffice tonight.

He stalks down the hallway towards his office, brooding. Moe Kamiji falls into step next to him, holding a clipboard. Her expression is steely – she knows her boss is in a bad mood, but she’s still going to make him talk.

“What is it, Burnin’?” Enji sighs, sparing her a glance. Kamiji has proven herself time and time again to be one of the most valuable sidekicks at the Endeavor agency. Of the 30 flaming side-kickers on staff, quirk isn’t definitely isn’t the most powerful. However, she is tenacious and crafty. Her strategic mind and ability to think on her feet in tough situations has made her indispensible to the team. Enji has personally invested time into her development as a young Pro Hero this past year, nurturuing her bright spark. It’s for these reasons that Enji doesn’t immediately wave her away. He knows that the young woman would only approach him with important matters.

“Mr. Endeavor, sir. I have a report from section 23 – there was a bank robbery by a villain with a spider quirk - ”

“Spider quirk? Meaning he has 8 legs, or meaning he controls spiders? Lead with the important details, Burnin’.” Even when exhausted, Enji can’t help but coach his young protégé. He sees a flicker of annoyance in her eyes at the quick correction, her fiery green hair flaring a bit in aggravation.

“Right, sir. The villain had 8 legs and could produce a strong, web-like material from his fingertips. He had incapacitated the entire bank staff and 12 civilians before he was stopped. He was caught while trying to rob the bank’s safe and was turned over to the authorities.”

Enji nods, sounds like a relatively clean wrap up. What he doesn’t understand is why Kamiji is informing him of this incident – if it was so easily handled by his team, surely he can just read through the paperwork in the morning?

“Who handled the fight and subsequent arrest?” Enji turns to peer over her clipboard in hopes of gleaning some intel.

“Well that’s just the problem, sir. Hawks flew in and handled it as we arrived on the scene. So I needed you to sign-off on this paperwork to identify the incident as a team-up between the Hawks and Endeavor agencies.” Kamiji looks up at him searchingly, curious to see how he’ll react. For a brief moment, all fatigue is wiped from Enji’s brain as he processes this information.

“But I didn’t authorize a team-up with Hawks.” Enji says slowly – the last time that he saw the winged hero was when Hawks had showed up unannounced to pass along some cryptic intel about the League of Villains more than a month ago. In fact, Enji hasn’t seen nor heard from the 22 year old since. Enji has been meaning to reach out and track down the damn bird for at least a week.

“We know, sir. He claims he just wanted to drop by to say a quick hello to the Number One hero.” Kamiji’s tone is flat, she clearly doesn’t know what to make of this surprise appearance either.

“Is he here now?” They’ve reached Enji’s office – he scans his badge and the lock unclicks. He pushes open the heavy fireproof doors, half-expecting to see Hawks lounging behind his desk with a cheeky grin plastered across his youthful face. Enji is almost disappointed when he sees the office is completely empty.

“Yes.” Kamiji enters the office a few paces behind him, she remains standing as her boss removes his plated armor wrist braces and takes a seat behind a massive (fire-proofed) oak desk. “He didn’t have any accommodations so we put him up in one of the guest rooms in the Sidekick dormitories.”

Enji practically rolls his eyes at this news. Classic Hawks – making himself comfortable at someone else’s expense.

“Send a message to his room – I’ll see him first thing tomorrow. Have my assistant set a meeting on my calendar. I’ll need to remind him that it’s not polite to show up in another hero’s territory unannounced.” Enji sits for a moment, thoughtful. The old Endeavor would have blown up at this situation – a situation that once-upon-a-time he would have interpreted to be a clear sign of disrespect by a peer. He takes a deep breath, centering himself. Enji reminds himself that he’s different now, and focuses on embodying the kind of man he is trying to be. “Please also have my assistant order him dinner on my credit card. I’m sure the kid was moving so fast that he forgot to eat again. He likes fried chicken.”

If Burnin’ finds his request out of the norm, her expression doesn’t show it. “Of course, sir. Before I go – can you sign these forms to retroactively authorize the team-up?”

“Of course. Thank you for your hard work today.” Enji accepts the clipboard he passes her, adding his initials to three spots across the page.

“Thank you, sir. Have a good night.” Kamiji bows deeply before exiting the office. Endeavor sighs deeply and looks across the room to an elegant clock on the wall.

“Hawks…what have you gotten yourself into this time?” He wonders aloud.

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It’s already well past eleven by the time Enji enters his agency’s locker room for a much needed shower. It’s a Wednesday night in between shifts, so most of the staff is either on patrol or asleep. Finally, he is blissfully alone.

He takes in the large, luxurious locker room. When he started building his agency, he ensured that the facilities would be a luxurious retreat for his employees. Rows of neat navy blue lockers flank the entryway. The cleaning staff must have recently done a sweep of the space, because the white floor tiles glisten as he switches on the light.

Enji takes his time walking to his assigned locker, pausing for a moment to smile softly at the engraved nameplate one of his sidekicks has had welded to the blue metal. Beneath his name, the words “Flame Boss” have been engraved in a stylized font. It had initially been a practical joke – when the spa-like bathroom facilities were being built, a daring sidekick had dared his friend to sneak in and alter Endeavor’s locker nameplate. When Endeavor had seen the engraving, his initial action had been one of rage – how dare his sidekicks deface his property in a blatant show of disrespect! But once he had cooled down, he quickly realized that the engraving had come from a sense of commradery. Now the “Flame Boss” engraving brought a spark of warmth to Enji’s heart whenever he saw it.

Enji slowly removes his costume. He’s sore, so it takes a long time to discard the heavy metal plates and skin-tight fabric that make up his hero uniform. He hangs the pieces up in his broad locker, then strips himself naked. He gazes in his locker’s small mirror, taking in the faint bags beneath his tired eyes. There’s a cut beneath his chin that needs cleaning, and a light bruise is blooming across his right pectoral. His body is the same as ever – thick, defined muscles wrapped around his large, pale frame. He frowns for a moment, thinking he might see a few strands of grey cropping up in his bright red hair.

Ready for a shower, Enji moves into the bathing area of the sprawling facility. Past the lockers, a short hallway leads off into the shower room and the steam room. There’s a shelf midway down the hall piled high with fluffy white towels and long bathrobes. Enji pads his way down the hall to grab a fresh towel. He’s naked save for his soft slippers. The rest of the company is either working or sleeping, so he doesn’t feel the need to wrap a towel around his waist.

The shower room is fairly large - a massive tiled room with 10 showerheads protruding from the right wall. Since the area is dedicated solely to men, there are no curtains or barriers between the showers. Each showerhead has a dedicated shampoo and body wash dispenser mounted to the wall beneath it.

Enji selects his favored shower – the showerhead and faucet furthest away from the door. He sighs deeply, content, as he turns the knob to its hottest setting. Thick steam fills the room. Enji steps beneath the heavy stream of water and sighs contentedly as the torrent of heat rolls across his skin. He closes his eyes and focuses on the gentle way the water beads and runs across his substantial frame.

“Oh, hey there Number One!”

Ugh, it’s Hawks.

The twenty-something hero has been a thorn in his side for a few months now – constantly popping up unannounced with cryptic warnings and infuriating sarcasm. What’s got Enji shaken up even more is the way that Hawks has started openly flirting with him. The Number 2 Hero is constantly in Enji’s personal space – touching him, joking around at him, making eyes at him. It’s enough to drive any self respecting hero insane.

Currently, the winged hero is giving Endeavor a sort of appraising look. He’s got that stupid vacant smile on his face as he takes in the scene.

“What are you doing here?” Enji moves to grab his towel off its hook to quickly cover his waist. When Hawks shows up, things are never good.

Hawks himself is bare-chested, standing in nothing but tight black boxers. The underwear hugs his chiseled frame almost sinfully, leaving little to imagination. He shifts on his feat, his package lightly bouncing with the movement. Enji quickly tears his eyes away from his comrade’s crotch, his eyes landing instead on the small zippered bag perched in Hawks’ hand. It looks to be a waterproof travel toiletry kit. A small silver “H” is embroidered on the side.

“Relax, Endeavor! I was just in the area fighting a villain and thought I’d pop by to say hi. Your assistant told me I could use the facilities to rinse off – I hope you don’t mind.” He raises his eyebrows at the last part, smiling as he glances down at Enji’s covered waist.

Hawks saunters over to the other side of the shower area, pointedly choosing the showerhead furthest away from Enji. He sets down his small kit on one of the available shelves and unzips it, pulling out a few different travel sized bottles.

Probably some stupid trendy hair products, that damn bird is always preening himself. Enji rolls his eyes, deciding to ignore the winged hero the best he can. The sooner he washes up, the sooner he can get to bed and recover from the long toils of the day.

Enji refocuses. Now that Hawks is a comfortable distance away, he removes his towel and hangs it back on its designated hook. Steam fills the room as he turns the shower to its hottest setting. He reaches for the generic shampoo that the agency provides and begins lathering his hair. The hot water hits his back and instantly he feels his muscles relaxing. He lets his mind go blank as he savors the feel of the water in his hair, on his skin. What a day it’s been.

Enji settles into his typical routine – lather, rinse, repeat. An unexpected noise drifts along the shower room: a soft moan is rebounding around the acoustics of the facility, warbling beneath the sound of the pitter-patter of the shower water. He’s jerked from his relaxing state and looks over at Hawks, annoyed. His eyes widen in surprise at the image before him:

Hawks stands, expectedly naked under a stream of hot water. What’s unexpected: he’s slowly working at his semi-hard cock with one hand as he flips the top off of a small bottle from his travel kit with the other. Enji’s jaw drops at the scene.

After a few moments, Hawks feels Enji’s eyes on him and looks over lazily, head cocked to the side. He doesn’t wait for the Flame Hero to speak, but plows right into an explanation. “Kind of a post-battle ritual of mine. It’s the only way to kind of “reset” my nervous system after the stress of combat.” He pauses, gauging Enji’s reaction before adding as an afterthought: “Hope you don’t mind, Endeavor.”

“Of course not.” The words fly out of Enji’s mouth before he can stop them. The red-haired hero shifts awkwardly and looks away. Of course he has a fucking problem with what’s happening here! Hawks is pornographically pleasuring himself in an employee facility! On one hand, Enji is absolutely appalled at the gross disrespect Hawks has for Endeavor and his agency. On the other, he completely understands Hawks’ so called “ritual.” Everyone has different ways of unwinding after battle. It’s a hard job that they do, after all.

Several feet over, Hawks squeezes the contents of the tiny bottle into his hand. A thick, clear substance flows easily into his palm. “It’s lube. I bring it with me when I’m out of town – it’s a very specific formula that allows me to get justttt the right stroke in.” He reaches down to apply some of the lube to his already-hard dick. His eyes flutter shut as he begins to coat his hard dick with the lubricant.

“Jeez….yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Enji tries to ignore him, blowing steam out his nose. What an annoying bird! He glances back over and sees that Hawks is now looking directly at him, stroking that stiff cock of his.

“You wanna try some?” Hawks asks, indicating the small bottle of supposedly special lube.

“What?” Enji asks in absolute disbelief.

“You heard me.” Hawks’ face has broken into a sly smile. He drops his dick and starts to slowly saunter towards Enji’s shower area. Within a few strides he’s next to Enji, holding the lube bottle out like a peace offering.

“Why the hell would I want that?” Enji huffs, uncomfortable of the general nakedness in the room.

“To help you let loose! You’re wayyyy too high-strung Number One. You need to clear out the ‘ole pipes!” Hawks’ grin is nauseatingly shit-eating as he says this. Enji wants to smack the bottle out of his hand and then give the 22 year-old a smack across the face for good measure.

“Hawks.” Enji fumes, “Go back to your shower and I’ll forget this conversation ever happened. I’ll even let you pleasuring yourself publically slide since you did my agency a favor today. Now get out of my face and leave me alone.” Enji resumes lathering his hair, hoping the blonde will take the hint and go the hell away. After a moment, he looks up to check – only to see that the Winged Hero is glued to the spot, hand still outstretched with his X-rated offering of lube. The shorter hero’s eyes are a bit glassy, a storm of emotion rolling across his retinas. When he speaks, his tone has completely changed – it’s softer, almost gravely.

“I mean it, Number One. You’ll be able to unwind so much more easily if you just rub one out. In fact…” Hawks pauses to lick his lips, his pink tongue darting across his even cupid’s bow. “…I could do it for you, if you want.”

Silence. Enji stops shampooing his hair.

It’s as if all of the air has been sucked out of the room as Hawks’ words reverberate against the shower’ room’s flawless acoustics. Did he just offer to…?

“…what?” Enji chokes out, flabbergasted.

Hawks drops his arm and lets the bottle hang at his side. His cock is erect and shiny, still covered with a thick coat of lubricant. In his disbelief, Enji can’t take his eyes off of it.

“How about it, Endeavor?” Hawks’ gravely voice is honeyed and sweet. “All you have to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. I promise – I’m really good at it. I can make you cum in a few minutes if you’d like.”

“Hawks!” Enji blusters, reaching blindly for his towel as Hawks takes a step towards him.

“I know you want me.” Hawks’ eyes are a deep, liquid golden and filled with curiosity as he takes an obvious look at Enji’s package. “I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. Sidelong glances at team up briefings, checking out my ass before we go in for joint interviews with the newscasters. And look – you’re half-hard just at the prospect of me getting you off.” And it’s true – Enji looks down and sees that his own dick is growing increasingly harder as the conversation continues. He moves to cover himself with a single large hand. The damn towel is just out of reach.

Hawks flaps his wet wings, splattering Enji with tiny raindrops of hot water. He lifts off the ground a bit, coming towards the Flame Hero. Enji steps backward quickly to avoid a collision. Within moments, his back is against the warm tiled shower wall as Hawks hovers in front of him, contemplatively.

“You want me.” Hawks doesn’t say it as a question, but rather states it as a hard, biting fact. The Winged Hero’s mouth curves into a teasing smile when Enji doesn’t argue.

Of course Enji wants Hawks.

For months he’s been taking more and more notice of just how…attractive he finds the younger hero. Typically civilians, reporters and peers are too intimidated by Enji to flirt with him. And yet Hawks does. Hawks has been a massive flirt since their first encounter – he pushes and prods and smirks in that unique, infuriating way of his. He has never been afraid of Enji – and to a hero who has never known tenderness from others…that is so incredibly sexy.

“Shut up, Hawks.” If looks could kill, Endeavor’s glare would have Hawks buried 6 feet down in a grave. This makes Hawks’ smile grow impossibly larger. He’s hovering at eyelevel with Enji, his wings flapping powerfully behind him to keep him alight. Hawks moves impossibly closer until the two are a breath apart.

“You’re such a noble man, Number One. You saved – what – 40 people today? Let yourself relax. Take what you want.” Hawks whispers smoothly, his breath damp and hot against Enji’s face.

Enji closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, trying to regulate himself to keep his face from bursting into flames from the sheer intensity of this exchange. Hawks notices the shift and moves to give the larger hero airspace. He drops to the ground, letting his wings fall into their typical resting place behind his back.

Enji takes a few deep, calming breaths before he opens his eyes and looks down at the now-grounded Hawks.

“We can’t.” He says stiffly, shifting on his feet. He feels his now fully-erect length bounce against his toned stomach.

Hawks looks up into Enji’s piercing eyes and shrugs.

“Fine, we won’t hook up. But you’re hard as a rock right now, Number One. You’re going to need to jerk yourself off to get rid of that before you walk through the halls of your agency. One look at that hard-on and your employees are slapping you with a sexual harassment case.” Hawks points down at Enji’s dick without looking. The Flame Hero groans in embarrassment and exasperation. He can feel his cheeks flush at the comment – if it wasn’t apparent that he was into Hawks before, it’s undeniably clear now. His hard cock is a blatant acknowledgement of his attraction to the Wing Hero.

Hawks, as usual, continues to do all the talking.

“Okay, let’s compromise.” He says, looking Enji straight in the eye. The blonde pops open the bottle of the tube in his hands and makes a show of pouring a glob of thick gel into his left palm. “I’ll start you off, and then you finish the job.”

“What!? Wait, Hawks - ” But Enji finds he can’t finish his sentance as he’s overcome with the feeling of Hawks’ lubed up hand sliding down to the base of his cock. His eyes widen in horror as he watches the blonde spread lube across his impossibly hard erection and begin to slowly jerk him off. He then glides his hand up the length of Enji’s cock, pumping just beneath the sensitive head a few times before sliding back towards his balls.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” Hawks’ voice is syrupy, but there’s a serious undertone to it. Enji can tell that for once, the blonde is being sincere.

Enji says nothing.

Hawks takes this as permission to continue. He works at Eni’s cock for a handful of moments in a way that makes the larger hero see stars. After a few minutes, Hawks drops to his knees for a better vantage point – allowing for easier access to Enji’s cock and balls with his capable hands. Enji is absolutely melting into the tile wall behind him. He can’t remember the last time he’s been touched like this. Hawks is so confident in his delivery – he seems to know exactly where to touch to maximize Enji’s gratification.

As usual, Hawks has a wide smile plastered on his face. He’s clearly enjoying the view as he looks up at the imposing planes of Enji’s muscled body from his place on the ground.

“Alright, Endeavor. Let’s see how you like the Fierce Wings Tremor. It’s a special move I’ve been working on.” A small feather detaches itself from Hawks’ wings and flutters down beneath Enji’s balls; it flattens itself against his testicles and begins to lightly vibrate. Hawks continues to pump Enji’s cock, and the red-haired hero can’t help but let out a soft moan at the incredible combination of sensations.

“That’s so hot Number One. Keep making that noise.” Hawks practically moans himself as he feels Enji’s member twitch between his fingers. He stares, eyes wide, as he admires just how thick and hot the Flame Hero’s massive cock is. He’s enjoying the way he’s making Endeavor into a large, sex-starved mess. Enji lets out a long, low moan as the blonde rolls a lubed-up finger across the head of his cock. Hawks licks his lips, pausing before he asks an unthinkable question. “Endeavor…mind if I suck your dick?”

Enji goes silent. Hawks notices the way the older hero’s body is suddenly tense again. Endeavor’s wall is back up.

“Hey – it’s fine. We can just keep doing this.” Hawks soothes, continuing to tug at his colleague’s length.

“Hawks…we should stop.” Enji’s voice is almost an octave lower than usual. His eyes are a bit glazed over - a mixture of exhaustion and desire making them hazy.

“But Number One, I’m just getting started!” Hawks says airily. “Let me at least make you cum. I can do it so much faster if you let me use my mouth a little.”

Enji sighs deeply, steeling himself. “Hawks. You know my wife has been hospitalized for quite some time. This isn’t something I’m used to – it’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with someone, my lust clearly is impairing my judgment here. So well I’m flattered that you want to do this, I think this is a good stopping point.”

Hawks lets his feather drop away from Enji’s balls. It flies up and returns to it’s allotted spot on the underside of his left wing.

“Oh…you mean you haven’t…since you and your wife?” Hawks’ eyes widen a bit in understanding. “You mean no one’s gone down on you in like…what – 10 years?!”

Enji shifts uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze.

“Hold on Number One – have you ever gotten your dick sucked!? It seems like you were fine with all of this until I mentioned giving you a BJ.” Hawks says incredulously. Enji can understand his disbelief. Hawks is young – he’s 22 and horny. He’s likely only been having sex for a few years now so it’s all still new and fuzzy and electric. Enji remembers being young like that – making out with a classmate his last year at UA in order to get closer to her Pro Hero father, losing his virginity in the back office of his work study to a much older Pro Hero to get put on better cases and patrols. These few sexual experiences had been relatively quick and emotionless for Enji.

The truth is – he and Rei had gotten married so young and for the sole purpose of producing strong, unbeatable Todoroki heirs. Nights with Rei had been purely transactional. The couple had done what was necessary to create a child, and no more. Sex for Enji had never been focused on pleasure – it had become a tool to get what he wanted.

And yet…he remembers how he had felt in his twenties: being so horny he could barely stand it. There were nights he couldn’t wait to get home from work to fuck his wife just for the feel of her tight around his cock. He looks back at those memories now, ashamed at the way he had always put his needs above her own. His wife had deserved an attentive lover, not someone who was always taking. He was always just showing up to her bed to get off and plant his seed.

“Hey, Number One – you tired? You’re zoning out on me.” Hawks snaps Enji’s thoughts back to the present with his sarcastic, lazy drawl.

“To answer your question truthfully…no, I’ve never had oral sex.”

Hawks throws his head back and laughs. It’s not mocking though – he seems more tickled with the situation than anything.

“Well lucky me – first one to suck off Endeavor.”

Enji’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“You can’t seriously mean you’re going to - ” But he’s cut off by the achingly wonderful sensation of Hawks’ mouth on his dick. The winged hero has slipped his lips around the mushroom head of Enji’s thick cock, and is sucking softly. He looks up at Endeavor, his eyes mischievous.

“Hawks, we can’t do this.” Enji says firmly. His dick is saying otherwise – pleasure the likes of which Enji has never known is coursing through his length as Hawks uses his tongue to swirl circles around Enji’s tip.

Hawks extricates himself from Enji’s cock with a wickedly wet “pop” of his lips. He tilts his head to the side and looks up questioningly at the Number One hero.

“Why not?” He says simply. Enji meets his gaze and doesn’t miss the way that the winged hero’s pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Well for one, this facility is open to all of the male heroes in my employ. This is not a private setting whatsoever.”

Hawks shrugs. “I don’t mind getting caught. Besides, if any of your sidekicks tattle on us, no one will believe them. The top two heroes going at it? Ha! Even I can’t believe it – and I’ve got your dick in my hand right now.”

Enji cocks an eyebrow. “Your indifference to this is insane.”

“I’m very chill. Sue me.” Hawks takes a moment to roll his shoulders and shake out his wings. “But if it would make you uncomfortable, I can post some feathers outside the door so we get plenty of warning if someone decides to come this way.” Instantly, two tiny feathers shoot out from Hawks’ wings – zinging through the hallway, past the lockers and out of sight.

Hawks looks up at Endeavor with shining eyes of gold, his expression hard to read. “Better?”

Endeavor huffs. “Not quite. Hawks - we’re colleagues. This is inappropriate. Think of what people would say if they found out.”

Hawks snorts. “Endeavor…do you know how many Pro Hero’s I’ve fucked in the past year alone?”

Enji had always known there was a big hookup culture among Pros, especially the younger ones. How could there not be? The Pro Hero community is filled to the brim with attractive, talented individuals who share a common goal. It’s no surprise that Hawks has been sleeping around with their colleagues.

“Fair point.” Enji concedes. Hawks gives the Flame Hero’s cock a light stroke in response, grinning. Enji tries to ignore the wave of pleasure that washes over him at each flick of Hawks’ strong hand.

Enji deliberately holds Hawks’ gaze, and avoids looking at the way the blonde’s hand is wrapped around his hard member. “But then there’s this – Hawks, I’m old enough to be your father.”

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. Enji instantly regrets the words leaving his mouth when he sees a maniacal gleam light up in Hawks’ eyes.

“Oh, I’ve definitely thought about that already...” Hawks leans in and licks a hot stripe up the underside of Enji’s cock, causing it to twitch. He looks up at Endeavor with his big beautiful golden eyes and says the next word in a soft whisper.

“…Daddy.”

At the word, something inside Endeavor snaps. He’s all lust, completely overcome with the need to shove Hawks to the ground, to teach him a damn lesson with his thick, fiery cock. He wants to bend the winged hero over and fuck him until he cries out for mercy. Hawks is strong, sure. But Endeavor can say with almost complete confidence that he is stronger. It would be easy to turn the tables here, to ensure that Hawks is the one breathing heavily, begging to cum.

But no, Endeavor doesn’t do any of these things. Instead he stays stock still and utters a single, harsh word in response to the blonde hero’s ministrations:

“Fuck.”

That’s all the invitation Hawks needs. He smiles broadly as he leans in and cups Enji’s balls with a rough hand. Within seconds he’s licking up and down the Flame Hero’s length with abandon, swirling his tongue in delicate patterns across the hard flesh.

“You’re too serious, Number One.” Hawks barks out a laugh when Enji’s fingers dig their way into his thick hair. “Let me help you lighten up a little.”

Enji’s face is burning hot with a mixture of embarrassment and hunger. Against his better judgment, he lets Hawks take control. The winged hero moves a hand gently massage the soft inner flesh of Enji’s left thigh for a few moments. He seems almost entranced by Enji’s thick member. Enji wonders smugly if it’s bigger than what Hawks is used to, if he’ll know how to handle such an intimidating co-

All thoughts in Enji’s mind evaporate as Hawks wraps his hot, chatty mouth around the flame hero’s cock. In one fluid motion, he slides down the shaft to take in a few generous inches. He repositions his hands so that one is still fondling Enji’s balls, while the other is slowly pumping the cock’s base.

Within seconds, Hawks is bobbing up and down on the thick dick of Japan’s Number One Hero. He hollows out his cheeks and focuses on pleasuring the head for a few moments before moving down to take a few more inches. Enji feels his dick hit the back of Hawks’ hot throat. He sees the way the hero breathes in through his nose and relaxes his muscles, swallowing Enji’s length down easily. He seems to have experience at this.

Enji can’t take his eyes off the sight – it’s so hot, so ridiculously sexy. He feels oddly…powerful? Standing above the cheeky twenty-something, being pleasured by the prince of the hero charts.

He decides to push his luck a little.

“Ah. That’s right, bow down to the Number One Hero.” He teases, winding Hawks’ golden curls loosely around his fingers and giving a soft tug. “Glad you know your place, Hawks. You belong on your knees, pretty bird. I bet I can have my assistant draw up a contract to onboard you as my own personal slut.”

Enji’s not quite sure where that last sentence came from, but it feels like the right mood. Hawks eyes widen in response. For a brief moment he seems to loose focus and chokes a bit on Enji’s dick. He moves as if he’s going to pull away for a breath, but quickly composes himself and doubles down on his efforts. He continues to sloppily deep throat Enji’s cock in the most delicious way. Enji is impressed.

“Weren’t expecting that were you?” Enji tugs on Hawks’ hair again, eliciting a moan from the back of the Number 2 Hero’s throat. The vibration of the groan ricochets up Enji’s dick and through his body like a bolt of electricity. “Oh, you liked that?” Enji gives another soft pull at Hawks’ beautiful damp curls before moving his hands down to grip the hero’s jaw. Enji makes eye contact with the blonde to ensure that he’s not being too rough. He then shifts his weight a bit and thrusts lightly into Hawks’ mouth. Hawks accommodates him easily, continuing to breathe through his nose as Enji gains some speed, fucking his face.

They continue in this way for a bit – Enji giving and Hawks silently taking. After a few minutes, Hawks taps Enji’s leg lightly to indicate that he needs a break. He pulls his mouth off of the Flame Hero’s dick with a wet smack, drool dripping down his chin. His eyes are unfocused and fucked-out. Any cheeky façade has all but vanished.

“Endeavor…” Hawks whispers hoarsely, dropping his forehead to rest against Enji’s muscular thigh for a moment as he catches his breath.

“You…You can call me Enji.” The Flame Hero says softly. “While we’re doing this.”

“Enji.” Hawks says, rolling the name around his tongue. “Enji. It suits you.”

Hearing the name come off of Hawks’ lips feels almost…intimate. Enji’s not sure if he likes it.

“What should I call you?” Enji says softly, moving his hand to card through Hawks’ thick hair.”

A pause.

“Just Hawks. I don’t have any other name.” Hawks says in a small voice. He sounds broken, vulnerable. Enji feels shaky at the tone. He never expected to speak to the winged hero with this much openness, and he’s not sure how to proceed. They rest in silence for a few moments, Hawks breathing heavily with his sweaty face on Enji’s leg and Enji awkwardly petting his head. It doesn’t feel appropriate to ask any more questions about Hawks’ true name.

After what feels like an eternity, Hawks pulls back and looks back up at Enji. He’s still on his knees, wings folded behind him haphazardly. From this angle Enji can see the blonde’s full erection, his dick full and dripping with arousal. Enji’s mouth almost waters at the image.

“Well, Enji.” The blonde smirks and narrows his eyes up at the Flame Hero. Hawks has seemed to gain back a bit of his old swagger, but his voice still holds breathiness to it. “You ready to have your mind blown by the Number Two hero?”

“I’m ready and waiting.” Enji says, as teasingly as he can. He mentally kicks himself for being so damn awkward at this.

“Well sit back and relax, because I’m about to lay down my ultimate move.” He winks, and reaches out to begin stroking Enji with renewed vigor. Enji moans at the contact and lets his head fall back against the warm tiled wall. Hawks’ movements are different now. He’s taking his time, working at Enji’s dick slowly in an effort to draw out as much pleasure as possible. When his lips wrap back around Enji’s cock, they move slowly and teasingly up and down the hard length.

Enji feels he’s fit to burst at any moment. Then he feels Hawks’ fingers beginning to wander.

“Absolutely not.” He says sharply as Hawks’ hand caresses his right ass cheek.

“Just relax and let me drive. I promise you’ll like this.”

And, against his better judgment, Enji settles back against the wall and lets Hawks work.

The winged hero continues to bob his head up and down Enji’s cock, while the fingers of his right hand slowly move between Enji’s ass cheeks. Finally, he finds what he’s looking for. He gently moves his index finger to circle Enji’s hole.

“Hawks!” Enji practically spits at the intrusion. No one has ever touched him there and it’s a jarring feeling.

Hawks chuckles but continues to circle the tight knot, noting the embarrassment in Enji’s face as he does so. He pops his mouth off of Endeavor’s dick and says soothingly “just relax into it – once you get over the shock, it feels amazing. I promise.”

Enji takes a deep breath and does as Hawks says, trying to stay loose and engage with the feeling. He screws his eyes shut with the effort.

“That’s it, Number One.” Hawks coos, continuing to move his fingers around the rim of Enji’s hole. The blonde hero moves to take Enji’s dick in his mouth again as he continues to work at his colleague’s ass. Within seconds, Enji lets out a loud, sensual moan.

“What did I say Enji? I’m a bird of my word.” Hawks mutters before he speeds up his pace.

Enji can feel himself coming undone at Hawks’ touch. The birdbrained hero was absolutely right – the finger gently circling his ass is making him see stars. That, combined with Hawks’ sensual dick sucking is driving him over the edge.

“Hawks.” He whispers. “Hawks! I’m going to…”

Hawks draws the orgasm out of him quickly, and the pleasure crashes over Enji like a wave, threatening to drown him. For a moment, he forgets to breathe as he watches Hawks quickly pull his mouth off of Enji’s cock before getting splattered with cum, the thick liquid dripping down his smooth chest.

Hawks throws back his head and laughs gleefully as he pumps Enji’s dick, helping him ride out his orgasm. Enji groans as he finishes, fireworks sparking off behind his eyes as he comes down from his high.

It takes a few minutes for Enji to come back into himself. Even after he’s finished, he’s still gasping for breath. He feels shaky and exhausted, but the happy hormones flowing through his body make him feel the most relaxed he’s been in weeks.

“Wow.” He states simply, running a finger through his bright, sweaty hair. He’s never had a sexual experience quite like that. The situation had felt so charged, so intense. The feeling is strangely addicting. He’s still exhausted, but he wants more. Is this how sex is supposed to feel!? He looks over at Hawks, who is now up on his feet and rinsing himself off under Enji’s abandoned shower.

“What a waste of water, Number One.” He says, glancing over his shoulder at Enji as he scrubs a bar of soap across his sticky chest. “If the Green Party finds out about this, they’ll come for your agency for sure.”

All Enji can do for a moment is stare. He’s never quite let himself enjoy Hawks’ beauty before. He’s always found Hawks to be an attractive man – but he had always forced himself to remain professional in his presence. That meant any glances at Hawks’ physique were stolen. Any dirty thoughts carefully tucked away without a second thought. But now, alone in the Endeavor Hero Agency shower facility…Enji allows himself to look all he wants. He wants to get his fill of Hawks before things go back to the way they usually are – the top 2 heroes. Colleagues who mostly get on each other’s nerves.

The florescent light bounces off of Hawks’ slick, wet body. His wavy blonde hair glows almost golden in the lowlight. Enji’s orgasm clouded mind thinks vaguely that the younger hero is sculpted like a piece of art – he’s all perfect proportions and thick cords of muscle. And oh, his dick…there, bouncing prominently between the Winged Hero’s muscular thighs is a formidable member that’s clearly still half-hard under the running water. Enji allows himself admire the golden happy trail that softly tapers down Hawks’ toned stomach. He enjoys the way that Hawks’ package bounces and rolls each time he shifts his weight to gain better access to the stream of hot water raining down on him from above.

Hawks continues to lather himself up, closing his eyes as he rinses the last of Enji’s cum off of his body. He has his bright red angel wings puffed out to avoid the hot water, the pose makes him look like some sort of mythological creature. A beautiful demigod chimera -half man, half beast.

Once he’s done, he steps out from under the gentle stream of water and begins to run through some light stretches. He massages slowly behind his calf, working to get the blood flowing. Enji realizes with some guilt that surely the hero’s legs have cramped up after kneeling for so long. When Enji inquires if this is the case, Hawks waves him off with an errant hand.

“I’ve been trained to withstand all sorts of crazy torture scenarios. Being stuck in a single position like that and muscle strain don’t really bother me at this point. However…” Hawks begins massaging the muscles surrounding his mouth. “I do have one helluva cramp in my jaw after sucking for so long. That happens sometimes.” He looks at Endeavor pointedly.

“Well you need to learn to take things in moderation then.” Enji huffs; half-joking, half-admonishing.

Hawks grins at him. “Try telling me to ‘Take it in moderation’ next time I’m between your thighs sucking on your-”

But Hawks’ pert response is cut short, as Enji reaches out and hauls the blonde hero across the slick tiles before he can finish his sentence. The Number Two Hero’s mouth seems to be stuck in a small “o” of surprise as he feels himself turned around so that his round, muscular ass is flush against Enji’s spent cock.

“Hey, Number One – what are you…?” Hawks begins to ask, but Enji cuts him off again with a brisk request.

“Send away your feathers for a moment, Hawks. I’ve seen you do it before. Lose the wings.” Enji uses his most authoritative “Number One Hero” voice, and is surprised when Hawks obliges without complaints.

There’s a quick swirl of red as the soft feathers fly in all directions, leaving Hawks’ muscular back almost completely naked. All that remains are two small, feathery stumps. Enji runs a fingertip lightly around the base of one of the downy nubbins and is rewarded with a sharp intake of breath form the winged hero.

“You’re so vulnerable like this.” Enji almost whispers, caressing the tiny wing again. “I bet you never get touched like this.” Enji puts more pressure on the area and Hawks whines aloud. The Flame Hero smirks at the reaction. Now that Hawks’ full wings are gone, Enji is able to wrap his arms more securely around the shorter man’s toned frame.

“You thought you were going to get away that easily, huh? Just get me off and disappear without retribution?” Enji says coolly, hands moving to grip Hawks’ defined hips. For a nanosecond he sees something like fear dart across Hawks’ eyes, before the carefree mask retakes his features. “You’re not getting away that easily, little hero.”

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