Original creator: KIOVARTH from Ficbook
Everyone has their weaknesses. Hawks had too many, perhaps.
And it's not about the fiery Quirks that the winged creature should stay away from.
Speaking of pleasure, making Keigo a pliable chick was no trouble for Endeavor. To be frank, the Number One hero didn't have to do anything at all. It was enough to be in the same room.
Keigo liked it when he kissed his neck: A series of dry kisses that lingered under his ear. Then a light bite and pull to the lobe, a gentle breath into the ear. Then his shoulders: a light massage or a couple of strokes. He liked it when Endeavor kissed his lower abdomen and roughly squeezed his butt, spreading them apart. Then with a light, loud slap, Hawks was all his.
He also loved it when he caressed his inner thighs, teasing and delaying the touch of his groin. He liked it when he touched the small of his back. Is it worth saying his feathers are extremely sensitive?
But what about Endeavor? He's not so easy to approach. The two times Hawks got his way, there was no foreplay: it was limited to the fact that Enji explored the slender young body with his massive hands and then fucked him hard to animal screams and roars, so uncharacteristic of a bird-like hero.
Friday night is the perfect opportunity for the cunning Number Two hero to sway Todoroki to the side of evil. Especially after the divorce, when the favorite "I'm married" is no longer a trump card up Enji's sleeve. No more "buts." Not counting workaholism, of course. But even here everything's simple: the end of the week, the last day of the month. All the plot holes are closed, the papers are filled in, the city is quiet. It makes no sense for Endeavor to stay late at the agency, but that doesn't stop him from locking himself in his office and delaying a confrontation with his own loneliness.
Returning to a deserted house after his wife left the asylum—don't ask where Hawks got such secretive information about Todoroki's life—has become unbearable for Endeavor. So, if need be, he'll sit in a massive chair at his desk and stare at the wall. Maybe he's reading a book though, who knows.
Hawks was not a connoisseur of literature, so to his shame he had no information about Todoroki's favorite genre and writer. He had little time to read, and was seen with a book only once. On the same quiet day of the last Friday of the month. That's when everything happened for the first time.
Keigo prepared himself properly: Enji's favorite wine, which the man rarely allowed himself to enjoy, and a light snack. Of course, he wasn't without condoms and lubricant. The window to Endeavor's office is always closed, because he knows perfectly well that if you give fan number one a reason, he'll take advantage of the opportunity.
Keigo has to climb the stairs to the third floor the old-fashioned way, and he needs time to catch his breath. He taps on the door to the tune of some song and he hears Endeavor's quiet footsteps in response.
He's hardly surprised, but for the sake of decency, he draws his eyebrows together and crosses his arms over his chest. It was strange to see Enji not in a hero costume, but in a gray dress shirt and slacks. He'd never done that before the divorce. He waited for the moment to return home, pretended that, staying until midnight, he was simply on alert. Now self-deception won't work: the hero has come to terms with the new state of affairs and how unacceptably lonely he is.
"Hi," Hawks smiles tiredly, but, as always, enthusiastically. He's wearing an oversized sweatshirt with a scattering of holes, a rough chain-style pendant around the neck, black apple watch on his wrist, and tapered black faux-leather pants. He looks even younger than usual: without the silly yellow glasses and hero costume.
Todoroki is surprised to notice that Keigo has tunnels, not earrings as he always thought (he didn't know the words yet, but he has seen similar piercings on teenagers before): on hero missions, tunnels can become a vulnerability, so Takami opted for black plugs, vaguely resembling earrings with a stone.
"What do you want?" the red-haired man asks, after Keigo gets a bottle out of his backpack and set it on the low coffee table. "I see." Todoroki quickly figures out what to do. "I don't have any glasses."
"You can drink from the throat, can't you?"
"God," Endeavor rolls his eyes and leans his lower back against the edge of the mahogany desk.
"I couldn't find the cheese you like, but I brought some cheese-flavored chips with me... God, I'm kidding. Here, a 'healthy, balanced, high-protein dinner with a vegetable salad'," Keigo takes out a plastic-wrapped portion that obviously won't be enough for Todoroki, but he nods approvingly. "I'm not hungry, so," he takes out a plastic cup and fills it almost to the brim, "I'll just watch how deliciously Number One eats his dinner."
"Thank you," Endeavor says and sits down on the couch next to Keigo, who has already had a few sips of red semi-sweet wine.
"Why aren't you in hero gear?" Hawks asks to which Endeavor squeaks something unintelligible, followed by the sound of the container opening.
"Because I'm finished with my patrol."
"Yeah," Hawks stretches out, looking at the bookshelves for the first time, "but you haven't done that before.
"I'm doing it now."
"I love these exciting dialogues of ours. It's like a Hollywood screenwriter wrote my lines and you... Well, you're yourself."
"Did you just compare yourself to a Hollywood screenwriter?"
"That's my self-confidence." Keigo winks at him and then jumps out of his seat. "I was thinking today that I know everything there is to know about you," he says while Endeavor had a fork in his mouth. "but then I realized I don't know what genre of books you like." Keigo foolishly pokes his finger at the first one he sees and turns to Endeavor. "What's your favorite?
"It's not here."
"So what? Does that stop you from answering the question?"
"No."
"Are you embarrassed?'' The alcohol affects Keigo too quickly. The Commission attributed this to the nature of his mutation: all the people whose bodies absorbed the traits of members of the animal kingdom had a weakness for alcohol. If the average person needs two glasses of wine to get a little drunk, Keigo will only need one. And he won't just being getting a little drunk either. And here he was again next to Number One, dropping his free hand on Endeavor's knee and devouring the older man with his eyes. The little monster. "Is it something unbrutal? Sentimental? Phew, Endeavor." The very thought of Enji's shameful pleasure in reveling in poetry or romance novels douses Takami with boiling water and makes him horny. He doesn't even notice that his breath is coming out more frequently, as if someone had touched his feathers or something…
Todoroki removes Keigo's hand and continues to eat his dinner as if nothing has happened. "Slow down."
"You weren't so, uh, measured last time." Keigo reaches for the bottle, but Enji covers his hand with his.
"You've had enough." he says and Hawks obeys. He swallows resentfully, noisily puts down the empty cup, but still agrees with Endeavor. And the remnants of meaning resonate with the prohibition: for everything to go the way Number two wants, he needs to control himself.
"A wordly outfit suits you," Keigo says, stretching his legs out comfortably and spreading his wings to lean against the back of the couch.
"I'll pretend I know what you mean."
"Hah, Endeavor, I mean, you look good in plain clothes. The hero costume is, of course, damn hot, but so…"
Takami finds it difficult to control himself, but he doesn't want to deprive Todoroki of a well-deserved dinner, which is already too small for him.
He needs to ignore the sparks in his lower abdomen, he needs to spread his legs wider so that the damn tight pants don't constrain his dignity, he needs to think about something unsexy and even depressing. For example, about Endeavor's family. This tactlessness of Hawks will eventually lead him to a desperate situation.
"How do you like being a bachelor?"
"God," Endeavor finishes the last of the salad and closes the lid of the container.
"God what? Now you won't be whining about your morals and other nonsense."
"Whine?"
"Well, yes. Now you can do whatever you want with me, with no remorse," Keigo is on Endeavor's lap faster than he can react and put the indignation into verbal form.
"Let's not talk about her."
Todoroki has changed a lot in recent weeks and even months. In the past, he would have fried Hawks' ass for something like this, even though he was grateful for the dinner. Now, more and more often, he doesn't look angry and aggressive, but sad.
This evening was no exception. He was tired of masking one emotion with another, and especially when alone with Hawks, who obviously accepted Endeavor and wouldn't have judged — even if he had spiced up the dialogue with a couple of (dozens of) inappropriate jokes.
"You don't want to go home, do you?" Todoroki looks away and nods affirmatively. "But I don't understand," Keigo tries not to press and sound empathic, "you haven't lived together in a thousand years."
There's no point in asking Hawks how the hell he knows that. But he should still try not to betray the fact that he's well aware of the situation with the hospital and the tragic death of Enji's eldest son.
"You're right," the man suddenly agrees with the young hero. "But marriage is more than just a pair of rings. Even if you don't communicate, don't live together, and go through difficult times... This is not an empty phrase. Besides," Keigo puts his hands on Todoroki's shoulders and carefully catches every word out of the silence of the night, "we weren't just husband and wife."
"I understand. Family. Children," Hawks continues for him.
"As long as there was an illusion of marriage," Keigo is surprised at Endeavor's choice of words, "it was as if... It was easier to believe that we were still a family. But now that it's all over," Enji pauses briefly, the revelations still costing him a heroic effort, "they don't have to... play along with me anymore."
Hawks understands—though he shouldn't have—what this is all about. The underage Shoto didn't hesitate to choose to live with his mother. His older brother Natsuo had no contact with his father. And Fuyumi? After the divorce and Rei's discharge, something changed in her and she accepted the new status quo, letting go of the infantile dream of a big, happy family. Yes, she knows he's rapidly becoming a better version of himself and supports that, but now seems to understand that she doesn't have to be a part of his life.
The aroma of fresh coffee and pastries that would usually wake Enji in the morning became less frequent until they stopped altogether. And afterward, Fuyumi limited herself to short lunches with him on Saturdays.
Keigo definitely didn't need to know any of this.
"I know how it feels, Enji," Hawks always picks the right time to go from the formal "Endeavor" to his real name, although calling his idol that was still unusual for the young hero, something like an award he hadn't had time to earn.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"No, I'm not talking about marriage," Endeavor isn't the only one having a hard time sharing his pain. "I'm talking about loneliness. We can go through different things and life stages, but I think both of us... are experiencing this same feeling."
"Why do you think you're lonely?" Todoroki asks stoically for the sake of decency, because he knows he has to play along with Hawks's image of himself. To accept such a confession too quickly would be akin to an insult.
No, he's a great actor, it's just that it just so happens that the young man couldn't fool Endeavor.
"Because," Keigo looked away, "because I have no one. Just work, ambition and..."
Endeavor, who has heard of Hawks' admiration for his figure, mentally notes the irony of the situation: Keigo has already achieved what it takes to be Number One; a lonely, ambitious workaholic—and at the age of twenty-three.
They fall silent. Endeavor takes Keigo, who's unable to continue his thought, by the hand, giving him time to return to reality. Silence for Hawks is an unacceptable luxury and a real break in canon, and so for Enji, this silent moment is the weight of a thousand other moments next to Hawks.
"This isn't the same today as it was last time," Hawks finally begins.
Time is flowing out slowly. The atmosphere is tinged with melancholy. But this paradoxically goes along with Hawks' plans, because he wanted everything to be measured, unhurried and... Emotional.
"You didn't like it?" A question that isn't obvious to Todoroki.
"Of course I liked it!" Hawks exclaims.
"But?"
"It's hard to explain."
"Hmm." Todoroki rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Too hard? Too fast? I thought that was your style."
"You," Hawks looked at Todoroki with awe, "you thought about what I'd like?"
"Well, yes. What's wrong with that?"
"I," Keigo blushes and embarrassedly rubs the back of his head with his hand , "I thought you wanted to blow off some steam as soon as possible and..."
"...Get rid of me."
"If you thought I was taking advantage of you, you're wrong." Todoroki grimaced. It was sad to realize that even his biggest fan, and now dear person and partner, could allow the idea that he was being used, that he was just a toy.
"I just wanted it to last longer and... I wanted to get to know you better. Rough sex is," Keigo switches to a whisper and reaches for Todoroki's lips, "fucking awesome," he pauses, lingering on Endeavor's chin, "but I wanted to explore your body and..." he doesn't continue, Endeavor kisses the hero, covering the back of his head with a wide palm.
Unlike Hawks, Enji always closes his eyes when he kisses, but that's something Hawks has yet to learn. On previous occasions, Keigo hadn't bothered with such an honor, but this time it really went a different direction.
"God," Takami exhaled, almost like smoke from a fire pulling away from the man.
"I have little experience with foreplay," Endeavor confesses honestly, without an ounce of embarrassment. "Because I've never thought about my partner's pleasure before."
"That was very... frank," Keigo raises his eyebrows.
"But now... Just tell me what you want, and if it's not something out of the ordinary..."
"It's nothing, Enji," Hawks says, waving his hands and smiling broadly. "I just wanted things to be a little slower. Yes, a hero whose whole point is speed is asking you for it. Can you believe that?"
"There's nothing strange about that, Hawks," Todoroki takes Keigo's chin in his hands and looks him in the eyes for a long time, and this makes the winged man's heart melt like a sugar cube in a glass of boiling water.
"I know."
Endeavor smells like "men's perfume," and his natural scent reeks of wood and pecans. Despite the hardness of the muscles, his skin is very soft and pleasant to the touch. His legs are strong and powerful, so it all of Number One's strength lies in his thighs. He has thin but thick hair, a wide but sharp nose, and perfectly shaped eyebrows, as if done by a specialist, but Hawks knew Endeavor hardly went to one. He has a strong chin with a faintly whitened scar and two days' worth of dark stubble. And also...
He exudes calmness and decades of confidence that has always driven the young hero crazy. The look of a man who knows exactly what he wants, but in his eyes is the desire to give his partner space and the right to choose the direction in which they'll move forward. And in the next moment Keigo will, gradually undo the buttons of the dress shirt one by one, exposing his chest and stomach. Body hair: not too much, but just right.
Keigo gently puts his hand on Enji's stomach and lets out a deep breath, almost gasping. The heat of the body makes his stomach churn and his temples sting with electricity.
Hawks removes his sweatshirt on his own, although he would have liked Enji to have done it, but he obviously can't handle the omnipresent wings.
Takami is far from skinny; he has a small tummy, a flat, hairless chest, and soft hands — far from the stereotypical body of a hero, especially one that climbed so high in the rankings. But Endeavor likes the winged man's outward "imperfection." He likes that they're so different.
Keigo blushes faintly, feeling the man's eyes on him, as they descend from his Adam's Apple to his navel and settle on the button of his pants.
"What's next, Hawks?" The red-haired man asks, and this brings the young man to his senses.
"I could stare at you for hours," he says and squeezes his neck lightly, swimming down to his throat, then slides to his collarbones and cradles the top of his chest. At this, Endeavor covers his eyes, and a deep sigh escapes his lips. "Do you like it when I..."
"No," Todoroki resists, but Keigo is well aware that he's covering his desires with lies.
Keigo, unnoticed by Todoroki, sneaks down to his pants and unzips them, so that nothing restricts Endeavor in his pent up, but still unformed, excitement.
"So you don't like it," Hawks begins with short strokes, a circular motion from his collarbones to the middle of his chest, and when his wrists accidentally brush against the nipples, he feels with the base of his wings that Enji has a... "Wow. What a reaction." Takami drops his gaze to the groin and bites his lower lip, licking greedily. "How about a massage?"
"H-Hawks," Enji resists, right until Keigo goes lower, and then Enji has his entire chest in his hands. The winged man continues to massage the area below his collarbones, drawing out various geometric shapes, and occasionally tweaking the muscles, causing his chest to involuntarily lift higher. When Keigo finally decides to squeeze it, not painfully but with enough pressure, Endeavor moans uncontrollably and tilts his head back.
"Damn," Keigo whispers to himself and continues. He picks up speed, squeezing and pulling his chest more and more, and with each new cycle Endeavor breathes more erratically and becomes more aroused. Keigo physically feels the man's tension; his cock rests impatiently against the fabric of his boxers and seeks to get out of his pants. But that's the next act.
"It's not time yet."
Takami doesn't notice how he's moving his pelvis back and forth, echoing the movements of his hands. He openly rubs against Endeavor's thigh without touching his cock. Each new moan that Todoroki cannot contain is like a slap in the face that hits with pleasure instead of pain.
Takami himself groans in unison with Endeavor, and after a while moves on to more drastic action. He unclenches the man's chest and runs his pads around the areolas and then over the pink skin, and watching Endeavor's nipples swell and harden instantly is mind-blowing. A gift that Hawk didn't know he needed.
"Damn, Hawks, c-careful," the man pushes his back from the couch and drops his chin, looking into the winged man's eyes. Eye contact while caressing Endeavor? Just what the doctor ordered.
"Careful? Did I do something wrong?" the taste of mild mockery dissolves on the red-haired man's tongue. The man's cheeks turn pink when Keigo finally allows himself to touch the tips of his nipples and pressed lightly on them, pushing them in.
"Grrr..."
"Should I stop, Enji?" Keigo asks lower than usual and smiles his vulgar smile, meant only for Endeavor. "Well?"
"Just try it," the man replies, and immediately regrets what he said, because Takami squeezes his nipples and pulls them back softly.
"I propose an experiment," Hawks whispers, drunkenly cutting the oceanic surface of Todoroki's eyes with the arrows of his gaze, "can you cum from..."
"Shut up, Hawks," the man growls at him, but immediately shuts up because Keigo can't control himself when it comes to something he passionately wants.
Quickly and impatiently, he rubs his nipples, almost immediately finding the two points of stimulation sending shivers of pleasure throughout Todoroki's body. A second or two later, and Endeavor can't take it anymore; he squirms and tightens his hips, his breath coming out in short gasps. His abs are so tense that they look like they've been pressed for a week — expressively striving to get out from behind the covering of his skin.
"Do you like it this way?" Keigo oversteps all boundaries of what is permissible, continuing to tease one nipple, then pressing his lips on the other, smacking loudly and licking it, occasionally nibbling on the sensitive skin.
"Hawks... Grrr."
"Damn," Keigo makes a few more movements on inertia, as if to calm Enji's heated body, and pulls back to check his guesses. "This is unbelievable."
"Sh-Shut up."
"I've always wanted to try sex with my clothes on. Except, we haven't even started," Hawks comments inappropriately on what happened and greedily squeezes Todoroki's cock through the fabric of his boxers. "Big boy."
"Come here, damn you," Endeavor orders, intending to hit Hawks with sweet revenge, so he pulls the young man on himself, spreading his legs wider, and directs him, forcing him to rub against his knee.
"You w-want me to... ruin my underwear, too? Damn, Enji, you're totally bad at losing."
"And you don't know when to stop."
"But... aaah... Enji, you loved it," he continues to parry, even when he can't keep his balance and looks the man in question in the eye. "I bet this is your first time doing this." With that Todoroki stops Hawks's movements and he opens his eyes in frustration. "What? I was so close!" He exclaims like a spoiled child.
"You take it from here."
"What?" Todoroki doesn't answer; his eyes, telling him to continue what he started. "Do you like it," Keigo makes the first thrust, holding onto the man's waist to keep from falling, "like bringing me to the edge and then... watching me rub against your leg like an animal? Damn, Enji," Hawks whines, tilting his head back.
Endeavor encourages Keigo with a kiss, cupping his head and not letting go. This encourages Keigo to pick up speed, and, looking straight into Todoroki's eyes and feeling the man's fiery tongue on his own, moves as much as he could. But Keigo doesn't reach the edge: Endeavor stops him to unzip his fly, moving his hand into the fabric of his boxers, gripping his cock and finishing what he started.
"En-ji," Keigo bursts out, releasing several streams of cum smearing onto Endeavor's hand and staining his boxers. Trembling, he falls into Todoroki's arms. "T-Today," he continues when he recovers from the orgasm he experienced, "is nothing like the last time."
"In a good way?" Endeavor asks the question to which he already knows the answer to.
"In the best possible way."