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Enji couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on and they were only kissing. To be honest, he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d been kissed like this either. Maybe there had been a few kisses as intense with Rei but nothing specific was coming to mind. Not that he wanted to think about that anyway.

They were on the couch in Hawks’s apartment. Enji had offered to take him home after a meeting, a flimsy pretext to be alone with him, and Hawks had kissed him in the hallway, had pulled him inside and pushed him down on the couch. In the half light leaking in from the kitchen, Enji could see outlines of boxes and what appeared to be piles of clothing around the living room but Hawks wasn’t letting him get a good look.

It didn’t matter. Enji didn’t care. He ran his hand up underneath the drapey t-shirt Hawks was wearing. The meeting had been late and neither of them were on duty so they weren’t in costume. The fabric was soft against the back of Enji’s hand but Hawks’s skin was softer. Enji’s cock strained against his slacks.

“Mmph.” Hawks sighed through his nose, sucking Enji’s lower lip into his mouth.

Enji kissed back, pushing his tongue into Hawks’s mouth, hand tracing Hawks’s spine, the firm vee of his hip bones, the cup of his ribcage. It was easy to forget during missions and meetings that Hawks was so small, so impossibly light, so delicate despite that big personality and loud mouth.

Hollow bones, Hawks had once said and Enji could feel that now, how thin he was under the layer of muscle on his back. Enji ran his hand up higher, toward the middle of Hawks’s back and found the hole in Hawks’s shirt where his wings poked out, running his fingers through the downy feathers that were scattered between his wings.

Hawks squirmed in Enji’s lap, struggling to get his hips closer to Enji’s through their pants.

They’d kissed before, once, in Enji’s office after a mission a few weeks ago but it hadn’t gone farther than that. A knock on the door had interrupted them and Hawks had left for his own agency and Enji hadn’t seen him since. They’d exchanged a few texts but it felt awkward, stilted, and left Enji wondering if he’d crossed a line even though Hawks had said he wanted it. And tonight at the meeting, Hawks had been tense and twitchy, catching Enji’s eye and looking away, fidgeting, impatient with everyone and everything they had to say.

But now, Enji understood that was stemming from an all consuming desire to get to this. That was Hawks in a nutshell wasn’t it? Reckless impatience.

Hawks pulled away, breaking the kiss, fumbling with the buttons on the plain, dark blue shirt Enji was wearing, ignoring Enji’s efforts to slide his t-shirt up and off, Enji’s hands being forced to settle at Hawks’s waist.

“God– you’re so– fucking– hot.” Hawks’s voice was hoarse, his words punctuated by opening one button after another down Enji’s chest.

Enji swallowed. He wasn’t sure what to say, or if he should say anything. He hadn’t done anything like this in a very long time and he felt big and clumsy and out of place and not particularly hot.

Hawks didn’t seem to notice Enji’s silence, instead getting his shirt undone and shoving it open, running his hands over Enji’s pecs and down his stomach. Enji’s cock twitched and he sucked in a breath through his nose.

“Yeah, you like it when I touch you like that, big guy?” Hawks was watching him, those molten eyes hazy with desire.

Enji opened his mouth and closed it, struggling to find something to say. He wasn’t really one for dirty talk, or talk at all, especially during sex.

Hawks was leaning in again, his hands coming up to cup Enji’s pecs, one thumb brushing over Enji’s left nipple as Hawks kissed him. The combination of sensations made Enji’s hips jump and Hawks smirked against his lips, using Enji’s surprise as an opportunity to shove his tongue into Enji’s mouth.

Enji grunted, his hands tightening on Hawks’s waist under his shirt. Hawks huffed but didn’t break the kiss. Enji opened his eyes just enough to watch Hawks through his lashes; Hawks’s eyes were closed, his brow furrowed as if the kiss was taking every ounce of his concentration.

Hawks’s thumb brushed over Enji’s nipple again and Enji closed his eyes, willing himself not to react to the touch. The way Hawks was holding his chest felt… feminine, but it felt good, Hawks taking charge and doing what he wanted to Enji.

Enji slid his hand up Hawks’s spine again, fingers finding those soft, downy feathers freckling his upper back. Hawks shivered and Enji could hear his wings rustling. Experimentally, Enji leaned forward, reaching up higher and gripping the root of one of his wings, tugging Hawks bodily backward from the kiss.

“Fuck–” Hawks’s wing spasmed, knocking some loose papers off the coffee table behind him. Enji loosened his grip, watching Hawks’s face, unsure if the pinched expression on it was one of pleasure or pain.

“Too much?” Enji asked, letting go of Hawks’s wing.

“No– no, it’s good.” Hawks swallowed, composing himself. “I’m just um– they’re a little sensitive.”

Enji nodded. “Sorry.”

Hawks put his hands on Enji’s shoulders, pushing him back against the couch and grinning. “I don’t usually let people touch my wings til the third date.”

“I thought you didn’t date.”

“Someone has been reading my interviews.” Hawks knelt up so he was taller than Enji, running a hand through Enji’s hair and gripping it at the back of his head. “Stalker.”

“I like to keep up with my colleagues.” Enji looked up at Hawks, trying to keep his face neutral.

Hawks’s fingers tightened on his hair. “You like to keep up with me because you think I’m cute.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Enji’s mouth. “I don’t have to answer that.”

“Hmm.” Hawks looked at him for a moment, those sharp eyes scanning Enji’s face. For what, Enji couldn’t say.

Without breaking eye contact or the hold on Enji’s hair, Hawks moved his free hand back up to Enji’s pec, this time finding his nipple and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

Enji took a breath, watching Hawks’s expression.

“Do you like having your tits played with?” Hawks’s voice was breathy, excited, not matching his blank, calculating expression.

Enji almost laughed. “I wouldn’t call them that.”

“I would. They’re, like, D-cups at least. Maybe E’s.” Hawks finally looked away, glancing down at Enji’s chest between them.

This time, Enji did laugh through his nose. “And you like that?”

“Oh yeah. A lot.” Hawks looked back up at him, a smirk playing around the corner of his mouth. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Unbidden, Enji could feel his ears and face start to get hot. His hands, which were resting on Hawks’s hips over his jeans, gripped down on him, and Enji broke the eye contact.

“Oh my god, are you embarrassed, am I embarrassing you?” Hawks’s voice was gleeful, the hand on Enji’s pec squeezing it lightly. “You’re blushing. Wow. I didn’t know you could blush.”

Somewhere, in the back of Enji’s mind, there was a part of him telling him this was a just punishment for the kind of person he’d been for decades. Having a crush on a man half his age, one who seemed hell bent on humiliating him at all costs. But, the thing was… he liked it. He liked it more than he ever thought possible.

“I– yes.” Enji looked resolutely over Hawks’s shoulder at the ceiling fan.

Hawks squirmed in his lap. “Yes, what?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

Hawks laughed, his wings rustling. “As if I would ever even try to make Endeavor do anything.”

His hand gripped Enji’s hair with renewed vigor, his surprising strength pinning Enji’s head down to the the sofa, Hawks leaning over him so they were almost kissing again but not quite.

“Please, Enji.”

Christ. Enji looked up at him, at his honey colored eyes which were feigning a saccharine expression but barely containing Hawks’s mirth, his mouth which was puffy from kissing curling up at one corner, highlighting the beginning of light blonde stubble decorating his cupid’s bow, his messy blonde hair falling across his forehead.

Lord help him.

“I– uh.” Enji could feel his face flushing again, wondering if Hawks could feel the radiant heat from it at this distance. “I– like. Having. My tits played with.”

Hawks’s pouting face broke and gave way to a dark, knowing smile, sending sparks shooting through Enji’s stomach.

“I knew it,” he said, grinning wider than Enji had maybe ever seen him do, flashing his almost unnaturally straight, white teeth. “Wonder what else I can get you to do.”

“Don’t push your luck, boy.” Enji growled but there was no fire in it. He wanted Hawks to do what he wanted. He wanted to give Hawks what he wanted, all of it, anything.

“Uh huh, okay.”

Hawks’s hand let go of Enji’s hair, moving from the back of his head to his jaw and cupping his face, leaning in to kiss him but it was quick this time, Hawks sucking his lower lip between his teeth for a moment and letting go.

Hawks dropped his other hand to Enji’s chest, fingers tracing through the dusting of hair there, his nails dragging over the top of Enji’s pec and Enji shivered. Hawks sat back down in Enji’s lap, his mouth moving to Enji’s neck right below his ear.

“Have you ever gotten off from that?” Hawks’s mouth grazed Enji’s earlobe, moving down to kiss his neck.

Enji shivered hard, trying his best not to jerk away from Hawks’s mouth.

“No,” he breathed, closing his eyes as Hawks’s thumb slid over his right nipple, lingering there and rubbing a slow circle over it.

Hawks hummed, biting at the skin under Enji’s jaw. Enji grunted, hands gripping Hawks’s waist hard. His neck was sensitive, he knew that, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell Hawks to stop. It was overstimulating but it was good too, every slide of Hawks’s tongue and bite of his teeth on Enji’s skin making him shake with the effort of holding still.

He felt Hawks pause along the tendon in his neck, his mouth sucking at the skin there and Enji knew it would leave a mark but didn’t stop him. He was way too old to have a hickey but there was something about Hawks marking him that made his cock twitch and leak in his pants, that made him shift his hips, looking for more friction.

“You’re so sensitive,” Hawks murmured, moving down further to kiss along Enji’s collarbone, his fingers switching between pinching and rubbing over Enji’s nipple while his opposite hand idly cupped and massaged Enji’s other pec.

“I’ve– been told.” Enji struggled to relax his jaw, relax his body while Hawks’s tongue slid down from his collarbone, stopping to suck a mark into the top of Enji’s pec.

“I bet you have.”

The hand that was playing with Enji’s nipple left his chest and Enji let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Hawks’s hand trailed lower, running over Enji’s stomach, his belt buckle, and coming to rest against the crotch of his pants, finding the bulge of his cock and pressing into it.

Enji’s back arched into the touch and he opened his eyes, looking up at Hawks who was watching him, smirking, his hand tracing a firm, slow line down and then back up Enji’s cock. Enji bit back a moan, letting his eyes fall shut again. He was so hard it was almost startling and he wasn’t sure if he should tell Hawks to stop or not, wasn’t sure if he actually could cum from this or if he just felt like he might.

“Well, thank god you’re proportional.” Hawks’s mouth was back on Enji’s chest, kissing down his sternum, his other hand gripping Enji’s pec harder than before.

Enji huffed as a response, unable to think of anything to say, unable to even remember how to talk with Hawks’s hand on his cock like that.

“Can’t wait for you to fuck me with this– or wait, would you want me to fuck you?” Hawks’s voice was muffled by Enji’s skin, the hand on Enji’s pec squeezing it upward and Enji glanced down in time to watch Hawks put his mouth on his nipple, his tongue flicking over it fast and firm.

The feeling of it was too much, too intense. Enji’s hips bucked up into Hawks’s other hand but Hawks didn’t stop, spit from his open mouth, his tongue, dripping down Enji’s chest, the hand on his cock doing its best to stroke him through his pants.

“Hawks–” Enji choked, taking one hand off Hawks’s hips to reach for the hand on his cock. He was going to cum, his stomach tensing, his over-teased cock straining up against the fabric of his slacks. His hand found Hawks’s wrist and gripped it but it was too late, he was going to cum from Hawks playing with his nipples, from having his tits played with–

Lights popped behind his eyes as he came, arching up off the couch, holding onto Hawks’s wrist for dear life, the only sound in the room his own heaving breaths, his heart pounding in his ears, and the wet sound of Hawks’s tongue on him as pleasure shot up his spine in waves and then it was over.

“Fuck– fuck,” Enji breathed, letting himself fall back onto the couch, keeping his eyes closed. It felt good and also a little embarrassing. His right pant leg was wet from his cum and already becoming cold.

“Holy shit.” Hawks’s voice sounded wrecked and Enji opened his eyes.

Hawks was sitting back in Enji’s lap, his mouth red and wet from what he’d just been doing, his eyebrows raised.

“Did you just– holy shit.”

“Sorry,” Enji said, feeling heat rising in his face again. “I uh. Haven’t done anything like this in a while.”

Whatever Hawks thought of all this, it seemed to be making him a little frantic, his pupils blown wide with his arousal, hips shifting in Enji’s lap.

“Don’t– it’s fine, it’s good, I loved it,” he said, his voice rough. He reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head, letting it slip off his wings to the floor.

He was beautiful even if Enji was too worn out to get hard again. Hawks’s skin was pale and smooth, the muscles on his chest and stomach less defined than Enji’s, coarse blonde hair creeping up from the waistband of his jeans over his belly button to his chest.

“Wow, just, god dammit.” Hawks was undoing his jeans with shaking fingers, shoving them down just enough to get his cock out over his boxer briefs.

It took Enji a second to catch up to what Hawks was doing and when he did, his spent cock twitched again.

Hawks fell forward, catching himself on one hand on the back of the couch by Enji’s head, his other hand gripping his cock. Hawks looked down at it for a second, adjusting his foreskin over the tip, which was pink and slick with precum. Enji’s hands found Hawks’s thighs, holding him there, letting him lean against them.

“God– fuck–” Hawks’s hand started moving, the soft sound of skin on skin filling the space.

Enji watched him, watched the way his wings shook, his hair falling into his face while he touched himself which was fast and needy, his mouth falling open, head dropping forward, little moans getting broken off by hard breaths.

“You– uhn– you came from– that–” Hawks’s voice was high and strangled, trembling along with the rest of his body. “God– I bet I could– I bet I could fuck– your tits– shit–”

“You could. I’d let you.” Enji kept his voice soft, hands tightening on Hawks’s thighs, bracing him as he worked himself off.

Hawks looked at Enji then, his mouth open slightly, his eyes desperate and wanting. “Would– would you let me cum on you?”

“Yes.” Enji ran one hand up to Hawks’s side and back down, reaching around for the top of his ass where his pants were pulled down. “I want that, I want you to do that.”

Hawks’s whole body stiffened, his wings scrunching in and puffing up, his hand stuttering as he came, his cum hitting Enji’s chest in hot bursts.

“Ugh– god–” Hawks said between gasps, his hand moving enough to get him through his orgasm, his thighs trembling. A last, weak spurt of cum leaked out of his cock and Hawks shivered again, his head lolling back and his wings shaking with it.

There was a mole on Hawks’s hip, below where his boxers would normally sit, and Enji pressed his thumb to it, covering it.

“Feel good?” he asked, looking up at Hawks, offering him a soft smile.

“Yeah,” Hawks groaned, letting go of his cock and sitting back in Enji’s lap again. He was flushed down to his chest which was blotchy red and he looked down at Enji through heavy lidded eyes. Enji looked down at himself, at his chest which was splattered with Hawks’s cum, a bite mark bruising one of his pecs above his nipple, which was still wet with Hawks’s spit.

From behind Hawks, a feather found his discarded t-shirt and brought it up to the couch. He took it and used it to clean off his hand and then Enji’s chest.

“Don’t look at me like that, all my towels are dirty.” Hawks got out of Enji’s lap, pulling his jeans back up.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” Enji said mildly, sitting up and resting his forearms on his knees, his shirt hanging open.

“You were making your judgy Endeavor face,” Hawks said, but he was smiling, his eyes flashing as he took his dirty t-shirt out of the living room.

“Oh.” Enji ran a hand down his face, the rough texture of his scar meeting the prickling texture of his stubble along his chin.

Hawks came back from the bedroom through the kitchen, his pants still hanging open around his hips. He held out something to Enji which Enji took before registering it as a beer.

“Tired, big guy?” Hawks sat down next to him, leaning sideways into the couch to accommodate his wings.

“Yeah.” Enji drank his beer. He was so tired. It was constant these days, a fatigue that dogged him no matter how well he slept. It was part of aging, he knew, but it was still hard to adjust to it, especially now as number one hero when he couldn’t rest.

“You can sleep here if you want.”

Enji looked over at Hawks. There was a nonchalance in his voice that seemed too casual, too forced. Hawks had his phone out, scrolling through it with the hand that wasn’t holding his beer. Enji wondered if Hawks really wanted him to sleep over with him or if he was saying it to be polite. But… Hawks wasn’t exactly a person who did things just to be polite was he?

“I should go home,” Enji said, setting his beer down on the coffee table, watching Hawks’s thumb still on his phone screen for just a moment at the words.

“Makes sense,” he said, not looking up.

“My daughter will worry.”

Hawks nodded, cradling his beer against his chest to type something on his phone with both hands.

Enji felt a pang of disappointment. Did he want Hawks to ask him to stay? Did he want whatever tenderness they had cobbled together just a few minutes ago to last? Could it last?

He buttoned his shirt back up and found his coat which had been discarded on the floor early on in the evening and shrugged it back on. Hawks didn’t move from his spot on the couch, not paying attention to Enji or, at least, acting like he wasn’t.

“Well. I’ll see you,” Enji said awkwardly to the top of Hawks’s head.

Hawks looked at him and put his phone on the couch, getting up in a fluid motion.

“Sure, yeah,” he said, offering Enji a smile that looked like the ones he put on for selfies with fans.

Not knowing what to say, Enji reached out and squeezed Hawks’s upper arm. Hawks watched him, his expression guarded.

Down in his car, Enji sat there, idling, wondering if he should go back upstairs or text Hawks or do something, anything that would help this miserable, tired feeling inside him.

Did Hawks really care that much if Enji chose to go home instead of stay at his place? Did they have the kind of relationship where that would be expected? Enji didn’t think so but… He sighed, reaching into his coat pocket for his phone. There was something else in there too, something soft and light to the touch, like paper or…

Enji looked at the red feather pinched between his fingers. He smiled to himself, placing it carefully on the dashboard before putting his car into drive.