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Enji slowly undoes his pants and fishes his throbbing cock out from the stifling confines. It’s hot and heavy in his palm. The tip is an angry red, glistening with a thick coat of precum. Hawks inhales sharply at the sight and his hips buck again.
Enji thinks of how cute Hawks looks being so eager for his cock. He’s already forgotten the erect thing between his legs. It would be so easy to get the winged hero to do what he wants, he seems so pliable. So helpless. Enji notices the dark spot growing on the front of Hawks’ pants; clear bubbles push themselves through the tightly stitched fabric. He smirks and keeps a close watch on the spot as he grips the base of his cock before sliding his hand up the length slowly.
His thumb swipes over the tip, smearing the pearled precum along the sensitive skin. Enji breathes heavily through his nose, blowing strands of golden hair out of Hawks’ face. The blond watches Enji’s movements intently. He licks his lips and releases faint whimpers at each pass of Enji’s hand.
“Endeavor-”
“Quiet. Watch me.”
Hawks’ mouth snaps shut. Enji moves his hand from Hawks’ stomach to the wall beside his head and leans forward so he’s at an angle looming over the smaller hero. He strokes his cock slowly and deliberately, making sure to make the wet sound of skin on skin as loud and lewd as possible. The veins lining his cock pulsate against his palm, forcing more blood to his cock, making it harder and bigger before their eyes.
Enji was never one to masturbate. At least, not very often. He only had sex when they were trying to conceive, but outside of that, sex wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. That doesn’t mean he didn’t ache for it, he just didn’t let arousal dictate his actions. Sure, he got erections like any other guy and he yearned to feel something tight and hot wrapped around his dick whenever it just wouldn’t go down, but he always found a way to steer his focus away from things like that.
Now, however, all he could think about was splitting the annoying blond open on his cock. His hand felt so good stroking and massaging his cock. It twitches constantly and leaks precum like a faucet. Enji’s hand is soaked with it. It’s starting to froth up at the base; thin milky bubbles produce a gentle foam around his cock and soak into silky red pubes. Enji’s breath becomes more labored and shallow as he works over his cock. Hawks is all but fighting himself to stay put against the wall. Enji can see it on his face, in his eyes, in the rigidity of his body. He wants so badly to take all Enji has to give him.
“Are you going to listen now?”
Enji’s voice is gruff and thick with arousal. Hawks nods and bites his lip to keep from talking.
/Good boy/ Enji thinks.
“Pull down your pants.”
Hawks listens and within a heartbeat his pants are around his ankles. His slender cock bobs gently in the air. Curly blond hairs envelope the base of his cock. The skin is smooth and supple like the rest of him. It has a slight upwards curve that leads to a pretty light pink tip. Precum dribbles from the slit and falls to the floor in thin clear strings.
Enji moves forward so the tips of their cocks brush together. They both gasp at the contact. Enji grips both of their cocks together in one hand and tightens his fist before moving it up and down their lengths. His dick is not only girthier, but longer than Hawks’ as well. It almost completely disappears when Enji’s hand runs past it.
Hawks moans and digs his nails into the wall that’s keeping him standing. His legs tremble violently and his breathing comes out in short, erratic puffs.
“Dirty boy,” Enji growls.
Hawks whimpers in response and rocks his hips forward. Enji knows he wants him to move faster, to add more pressure, but he isn’t calling the shots. It’s been forever since the redhead has felt so good and he refuses to speed through it.
Their precum mixes together, forming a thick frothy mess around their cocks. It squishes between Enji’s fingers and plops onto the floor with a wet slap. Hawks chest heaves heavily and sweat drips from his brow. Enji can see the struggle on his face to keep from making too much noise. His lips are red and raw from biting them so roughly. Enji moves his hand faster and rocks his hips into the motion.
“Fuck,” Hawks moans.
He slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle his sounds of pleasure, but it does very little to help keep the noise down. His body starts to go stiff and he tilts his head back, his eyes squeezed shut. Enji feels his slender cock twitching in his palm and instead of speeding up to help the poor boy over the edge, he stops, gripping their dicks tightly together.
Hawks cries into his hand at the loss of another orgasm. His hips jerk forward in hopes of finding that delicious stimulation again, but he can hardly move. Enji has a vice grip on both of them.
“Did I give you permission to speak, boy?”
Hawks shakes his head no, his eyes still closed.
“You can’t even follow directions correctly. Such a poor excuse for a hero.”
Suddenly Hawks moans and his body goes rigid. Weak spurts of cum shoot out of his cock and ooze down Enji’s knuckles. The taller man stared at the disappointing display with disgust. Hawks’ knees wobble beneath him and threaten to buckle, but Enji catches him with a hand underneath his armpit. He lets go of both their cocks and grabs Hawks underneath his other armpit. Enji pulls the blond close.
“How dare you soil my hand with your pathetic semen? I didn’t say you could cum yet.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Hawks huffs.
Enji glowers at the smaller man, thinking of what he would do to punish him. He ruined the moment Enji created to fulfill his own needs. There had to be something he could do to teach him a lesson.
After some thought, Enji thinks of a way to make sure the winged hero never forgot who was in charge.
“Not yet. But you will be.”