Endeavor/Hawks – fantasies; slight homophobia/Endeavor really trying to deny the obvious; rough sex – Hawks is very open in his appreciation for Endeavor’s body and while Endeavor likes to pretend it does not phaze him, the reality behind closed doors is different…
Working with Hawks has done ton of good for Enji’s confidence; even though he admittedly does not need any help in that regard. Hawks is lewd and outgoing and apparently has no sense of shame.
He wonders, sometimes, if that’s just how the current youth *is*. Whether Shoto behaves with such flagrant disregard for modesty as well when his father’s heavy gaze is not on him.
But, he supposes, maybe Hawks is just an exemption for he seems to be exceptionally infuriating; his gaze lingering on Endeavor’s body with nothing short of greed; appraising him openly and throwing him toothy grins when Enji pointedly stares at him, waiting for the young man to realize he’s been caught in his lewd, disrespectful ogling.
Hawks does not care about fanning Enji’s anger, and, in turn, his flames. He does not care about the softer and more firm rebukes, just takes them in stride and with a flippant “Right on, buddy!” before resuming staring at whatever feature of Enji’s body has taken his fancy this time.
Most often, he has noticed, those sharp eyes seem to linger on his thighs and chest, of all places, and he finds himself wondering just what it is the young man wants from him.
Enji is not unused to lecherous attention, though most of the time it is focused on the prominent bulge between his legs; the cup protecting his cock in the midst of battle. He can see their little imaginations working, trying to figure out just how big he is; just how gratifying it must be to have him mount them.
He pretends that Hawks’ obnoxious staring means little more than annoyance and a mild distaste to him, but in reality, he’s been thinking about it to an extent of obsession. He finds his mind wandering during meetings; listening to reports from his Sidekicks without really tuning in to what they update him on.
He finds himself circling around the peculiar focus Hawks’ obsession has taken. How scenarios might develop if he were to indulge the kid. Show him just how powerful his thighs can be when he wrestles him to the ground and feeds his impertinent mouth his cock while squeezing his head between his thighs.
God, but he’d love nothing more than putting Hawks in his place. Finally shut his quick, gloating mouth up by stuffing him first with dick and then with cum until it shoots out of his nose and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Have one big hand in his untidy hair and keep him right where he is; choking on Endeavor’s sweaty cock and head feeling like it is going to explode from the pressure.
Enji would maybe be taken aback by his borderline violent fantasies if that weren’t how he’s always fantasized. How even in his youth all his needy, hot fantasies have included a sharp, maybe disturbing edge of pain.
No, what really takes him aback is how insidiously his fantasies tend to warp on him without fail; how his mind wanders from putting Hawks in his place; big hands on his wings, using them like leads as he pulls him back onto his dick, to Hawks being the one ranging above him. Having Enji’s ass in his meager lap, his young, sleek cock pushed into the tight, unused heat of Enji’s ass, and drilling him hard and deep.
How he’ll use his feathers to keep Enji immobile and helpless, their sharp quills dragging across his body, leaving burning lines in their wake that have not broken, but only *just so*.
Enji has never considered submitting to anybody – certainly not another man – and his thoughts tend to disturb him in no small amount…
…after he has spend himself all over his fist, lungs still burning with the exertion of a simple jerk-off, cheeks feeling as hot as his flames when he thinks back on his hot, needy fantasy that would put a younger man to shame.
Would put *Hawks* to shame.
How much he wants to dick him into submission; have him cry on his cock until this unsightly infatuation has been fucked out of him. Until his curiosity is sated and he finally knows, without a doubt that he does not want to pursue his sick little fantasies with the number one hero.
… And how much he wants to get put down by Hawks in turn. Wants him to belittle him, step on him, make him ache and weepy without mercy. How he wants to be used like a cheap harlot and then thrown away afterwards. How he wants to be bested by this impudent young man that could very well be his son…
He is aware of his sickness, but he can not help it. It has been a long time since his wife, and his hand is a very lonely, dispassionate companion. He can’t just go out to take himself a lover; he is too distinct, too easily recognizable.
All he can do is feverishly fantasize about getting mounted and fucked by another man like a mangy dog on the side of the street. It shames him more than his other fantasies. How desperately he wants Hawk’s cock. How desperately he wants it in him. Stretching him. Warming him.
Using him like a rag before flitting off to his next lustful encounter because Hawks is young and virile and lewd and wouldn’t let himself get slowed down by a washed up old man like Enji.
He thinks Hawks might brag to his other conquests while Endeavor has to fall back onto his own hand. How he got to fuck the number one hero. Pop his cherry, as they so indelicately put it these days.
How he made him howl on his first dick and pant for hit like a dog.
The fantasy turns Enji on all the more. Sick.
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